Blue Velvet, 2012.

CRAVE

alpha!bucky x omega!reader

summary: you realise that you can’t survive your heat without bucky

warnings: fluff, smut, dirty talk, fingering, praise kink, tiny weeny bit of degradation (like one sentence)

note: okay so the only knowledge for alpha and omega stuff I have is from reading fics on tumblr so please excuse anything that is wrong i’m sorry!!

guys i have a serious problem where it takes me actual months to write a fic so i tell myself that the next one will be short and then i get carried away 🫣

bucky and you are good friends. best friends even. you had met him when he started a new job at your office.

immediately you both hit it off and since then had spent pretty much every day with eachother.

no more than three days went by without you seeing him, and you wouldn’t have it any other way.

bucky was the kindest, sweetest human you had ever met, being in the presense of an alpha all the time made you feel safe.

you would have never believed that he was your alpha.

the both of you never really spoke about claiming an alpha/omega. you had always been shy and were just waiting for that special click when you found yours.

bucky was also waiting patiently, he hoped that his omega would come along soon, he liked taking care of you when you needed him and so he wanted an omega of his own.

when you would come closer to being in heat, you became more affectionate, wanting to be close and cuddled by bucky.

having an alpha around, even if he wasn’t yours, meant that instantly you would feel the need to be with him, just to keep your omega mind at ease.

whilst you were in heat, you stayed away. not just from bucky, but from everyone. no one should have to deal with you when you were in that state. that was your alpha’s job, wherever he was.

you didn’t want bucky to find out why once a month you would be attached to him. just the thought of him finding out made you blush.

what you didn’t realise it that bucky already knew.

he figured it out months ago.

the first few times he was oblivious. he just thought that you wanted to be cuddled, and he wasn’t going to say no.

after watching you be all soft with him and then disappear completely after a few days, bucky slowly put two and two together.

the thought of you alone during your heat made him feel overly-protective, and he made sure that the next time you wanted affection, he was going to go above and beyond to make sure that you were comfortable and give you as much attention as you needed.

usually, before your heat, the constant touch would go a little something like this:

-you would turn up on his doorstep, with big, soft eyes. bucky would know straight away, smile on his face as he pulled you in for a hug.

-hugs were more frequent, any chance you got you would clasp your arms around his waist or neck, your head buried in his chest.

-you would stay in, watching films late into the night. at first, you sat next to bucky calmly, legs crossed as your head rested against the cushions.

-by the time the end credits were rolling, bucky had beckoned you to sit next to him, and you were pressed up against his side.

-his arm was over your shoulders, pulling you in as close as he could. he was sure that he was squashing you, but you didn’t seem to mind one bit.

he smelt so good. it was a warm, musky scent, whenever you inhaled it reminded you of wood fires and winter, with a hint of peppermint.

it was extremely comforting to you, that alpha scent. you tried to soak it up as much as possible before you had to leave for a few days.

one day, close to your heat, you needed bucky’s attention even more than usual. your heat was coming at you strong.

you went through the same routine, showing up on his doorstep.

he pulled you in to his chest, pressing his nose to the top of your head as he breathed you in.

you always smelt a little sweeter nearer your heat, it had taken bucky a while to realise, but now that he had he couldn’t get enough.

you pulled your face out of his shirt to look round his apartment. the couch was already set up for a movie night.

“buck…do you mind if we just…chill in your bed tonight? i’m so tired.”

you felt vulnerable asking him to do that, but you knew he wouldn’t really mind.

“course sweetheart.” he grabbed your hand, pulling you towards the bedroom.

you collapsed on the bed, and the strong smell of him in his sheets made you want to crawl under the duvet and never leave.

bucky smiled at you crawling up towards the pillows, you had a dazed look on your face and he just wanted to tuck you under his arm.

“you can take your jeans off if you want. you know…so that you’re more comfortable.” bucky scratched at his neck, averting his eyes as you stripped.

he climbed onto the bed with you, lifting up the covers so that you weren’t cold.

bucky was wearing sweats and a hoodie. as he pressed himself up against you, you were taken aback at the strong smell of him.

you needed more.

“can i-um, can i wear your hoodie?”

how could bucky say no when you looked at him like that? with your doe eyes, nearly half-naked in his bed.

“sure you can. are you cold?” he looked worried.

“oh no, i um- i mean, yes, yes i guess i am cold.” you stuttered, not wanting him to know that you just wanted to be wrapped up in his scent.

bucky was clever though, hiding his smirk as he watch you inhale deeply as he pulled the hoodie over your head.

you craved his scent just as much as he craved yours.

he just about nearly died when you looked up at him with soft eyes, your hands hidden in the sleeves. the hood was over your head, and you looked tiny.

he smiled to himself, pulling you close as he laid on his side. you turned onto your side aswell, shutting your eyes instantly at how cosy and safe you felt.

bucky’s arms wrapped around your back, hugging you into his chest. one of your hands clutched onto his t-shirt, the other tucked under your neck.

one of bucky’s hands trailed down to your bare thigh , and you shivered as his fingertips trailed over your bare skin.

he hooked his arm under your leg so that he could move it over his hip, and you had never felt more relaxed.

you rubbed your nose into his neck, restraining yourself from pressing right onto his scent gland. his smell filled the air around you, and you let out a small whimper.

bucky froze at the sound you made, shivering a little at the feeling of you so close. he secretly loved it, but was too busy worrying about you to fully relax.

he had never seen you this clingy, knowing that the next heat was going to be difficult for you, stronger than any of the others.

——————

a week later, bucky was laying in bed, around 1am.

he couldn’t sleep. you had gone into heat a few days after the sleeping-together-in-his-bed incident, and he hadn’t heard a word from you since then.

something didn’t feel right, after all these months being more touchy with you, he was beginning to believe that maybe you were his omega.

he felt protective over you, wanting to keep you by his side at all times. make sure you were well fed and had gotten enough sleep.

his phone rang suddenly, interrupting his thoughts.

stretching, he reached over to his bedside table, watching how your icon lit up his screen.

he paused for a second, wondering why you were calling whilst you were in heat. it must be urgent.

swiping his thumb across the screen, he brought the phone to his ear, his breathing short and quick.

“y/n?”

“buck. i-“

bucky sat up straight in bed at the sound of you, heavy breaths and little whimpers escaping your mouth.

“sweetheart, what’s wrong?”

“bucky please. i-i’m in heat. i can’t get t-through this. i need you.”

bucky’s hand came up to rest over his eyes, contemplating what to do. part of him had been waiting for this moment, but he knew it wasn’t the right thing to do.

“please bucky. it hurts, it hurts so bad.”

you let out a small moan and bucky wondered if you were touching yourself right now. the thought made him grow hard.

“i’m not your alpha sweetheart, i can’t do anything i’m sorry.” he felt awful.

“buck. need y-you to take care of me.” your voice broke, the throbbing of your pussy becoming painful. “you, bucky. i want you.” more whimpers fell from your lips.

bucky gave in. he couldn’t leave you like that, it would kill him.

“okay. okay i’m coming over. love, i’ll be ten minutes.” he jumped out of bed, pulling on some sweats and a t-shirt.

the drive over, he had a pep talk with himself.

okay. no touching. you are not her alpha.

he thought of you spread out on the bed, pussy dripping and clenching around nothing as you rubbed yourself raw.

okay fine. he bargained with himself.

no touching, unless she calls you alpha. wait for her to say it first.

he pulled up outside your flat, practically sprinting to the door. he knocked, even though he knew that you were not going to greet him.

he pushed the door slightly, hoping that it was unlocked. to his delight it was open, and he walked in nervously.

even from downstairs, bucky could smell you. sweet, warm smell that filled his nostrils. it made his entire body tingle.

he made his way up the stairs, calling out softly for you.

“love?”

you didn’t answer, but bucky could hear the whimpers coming from your room. his dick was twitching as he thought of what you would look like when he walked into the room.

nothing could have prepared him for the sight.

as he pushed open the door, he was met with you, on your back, legs spread wide. you didn’t notice him at first, your eyes clenched shut.

bucky stopped dead in his tracks as he saw his hoodie, draped over your chest. you pulled it up to your nose every now and then, inhaling his scent.

he had forgotten that you had taken it home with you. his eyes drifted down, reaching your core.

fuck. he thought. you were red and puffy, slick dripping out from between your folds. your hand was rubbing your clit, your fingers dangerously close to your throbbing hole.

bucky wanted nothing more than to touch you, his brow sweating as he clenched his fists.

a groan came from his throat, startling you.

your eyes went wide as you saw him standing at the foot of your bed, his erection showing through his trousers.

“bucky.” tears formed in your eyes at how glad you were to see him, you blinked them back, watching as bucky made his way towards you.

you sat up, moving his hoodie to the side. your hands went straight to bucky’s t-shirt, pulling at the material once he was close enough.

any shyness you once had was gone, the need to be filled too strong.

bucky pulled you onto his lap, trying to ignore how you were practically dripping onto his thighs.

you wasted no time, holding on to his arms as you pressed your nose to his neck.

finding his scent gland gave you some of the relief that you were looking for, and you moaned against him.

you breathed him in, your mouth watering. your tongue began to kitten lick his scent gland, eventually latching on to his skin.

the feeling of you sucking and licking made his eyes roll back, and he grabbed your waist to compose himself.

“you’re killing me sweetheart. you know i can’t touch you like this, you’re not mine to touch.”

nothing he was going to say or do could stop you right now. you were too deep in your heat.

“alpha.” you whimpered, sucking on a particular sweet spot on his neck.

bucky gave in, the one word he’d been waiting for falling from your lips. it was like a green light, a growl leaving his throat as you repeated the word, grinding down on his lap.

“alpha, please.”

he didn’t need to hear more, his cock painfully hard.

“it’s okay my little omega. i’m gonna take care of you.”

the change in his voice made your stomach flip, and you whimpered into his neck as he tried to pull you back.

“look at me ‘mega. gonna make you feel good but you gotta look at me sweetheart.”

you listened, pulling away from his neck with shiny lips. bucky eyes had glazed over, and you felt your pussy become wetter with the look he was giving you.

he pulled you off of his lap, laying you down gently between the pillows.

he watched as your body twitched and squirmed at the lack of touch and decided not to tease you.

you spread your legs for him, all you could focus on was bucky. his smell, his face, his body, his fingers that were currently trailing down your stomach.

you nearly cried out when he reached your clit, your back arching as he began to rub in slow, small circles.

“so sensitive aren’t you?” his eyes were dark.

you mumbled, “hmhmm.” your eyes fluttering shut.

bucky let out a small groan from his throat, seeing you this desperate for his touch made him feral.

he was still in shock that you had called him alpha, the need to satisfy you increasing by the second.

he sped up his fingers, pressing down on your clit before moving his fingertips through your folds.

he didn’t think it was possible for someone to be this wet.

“dripping for me omega” he whispered.

you had given up on talking, resulting to whimpers and soft moans every now and again.

he sat beside you, his knees touching your ribs. one hand working you towards your orgasm, his fingers dipping down to tease your hole.

the other hand was groping your chest in a vulgar way, you welcomed the pain with a hard moan when he pinched at your nipples.

his hand collected your juices, and you watched with wide eyes as he brought that same hand to his lips, his mouth opening as he tasted you.

the sounds of him licking up your juices had your eyes rolling back. your hands extended, and you reached for him, pulling him down by the neck of his t-shirt.

he chuckled at your reaction, his hand going back to teasing your pussy as his tongue explored your mouth.

“dirty girl.” he whispered through the kiss.

you whimpered as the kiss got sloppy, your lips both wet with saliva.

his finger entered your hole, all the way up to the knuckle, you clenched down on him, hard, and your mouth fell open.

you clutched his t-shirt, whimpering an “alpha” into his mouth.

“so tight for me sweetheart, gotta open you up.”

he added another finger, the palm of his hand bumping against your clit as he thrusted in and out.

bucky pulled away from your lips as you got closer to your high, he wanted to see your face when you came.

“that’s it omega, you gonna come for me?”

god, the feeling of his thick fingers inside of you, finally getting the release you craved was too much, your body jolting and squirming as he sped up his movements.

his other hand moved to your hip, pressing down so that you couldn’t move away.

“it’s okay, cum for me sweetheart, good girl.”

you shuddered as your orgasm hit, your pussy pulsing around bucky’s fingers.

he pulled his fingers out as you finished, slowly rubbing your clit as you overcame your high.

you felt extremely sensitive, pushing at his hand when it became too much.

“alpha, please.” you whimpered. “i-i can’t.”

bucky smirked, eventually stopping.

he knew that you wouldn’t be able to sit up by yourself, so he took matters into his own hands.

his arms wrapped around your back, pulling you up until you were sat on his lap again.

you connected your lips as soon as you could reach, moaning when your pussy bumped against his leg.

“how are you feeling?”

you smiled at how thoughtful he was, pushing your face into his neck.

“amazing.” you answered, “but…can you fuck me now?” you gave him your biggest puppy eyes, feeling your heat start to creep back up on you.

bucky let out a bellow of a laugh, his hands holding your face as he looked at his little omega.

“how do you want it?” he whispered, groaning as he felt you start to hump his leg.

damn, you really were in heat. “such a slut for my cock, aren’t you? can’t even keep still for two seconds.”

your eyes went wide at his words, and you nodded furiously.

“want to please you, want my alpha on top of me.” you kissed his lips once, swinging your leg over so that you could lay on your back again.

bucky growled, his sweats becoming uncomfortable, he had been hard for the past hour.

he wanted nothing more than to fuck you hard and rough into the mattress, satisfying an omega during their heat was a hard job.

he began to strip, ridding himself of his clothes quickly. by the time he was done you were practically drooling at the sight of him.

his stomach was toned, his chest and arms looked like they could crush you.

his cock was against his stomach, red and leaking with precum, you licked your lips.

bucky positioned himself above you, his hand resting on your cheek as he kissed you.

the kiss was rough, and you wrapped your legs around his hips, arching your back to be closer.

bucky held his cock, his eyes screwed shut as he stroked himself.

your eyes were glued to his movements, your body squirming with need underneath him.

“please. alpha…” you pouted.

“be patient, omega.”

your head bowed at the stern tone of his voice, bucky noticed straight away how your energy changed.

he brought his fingers to your chin, lifting your head up to look at him again.

“i know you’re desperate sweetheart, wait a little and i’ll give you what you want.”

you nodded, a small pout on your face as you leaned up to kiss him.

bucky thought he might explode at the look on your face. fuck, you were gorgeous. he was never letting you out of his sight after this.

he stopped teasing, pressing his tip to your entrance. you were dripping with fresh juices, eager to feel him inside of you.

bucky moved his tip through your folds, up to your clit. he pressed down, your back arching at the pleasure.

he carried on like that, up to your clit, down through your wet folds until he caught on your hole.

you could hardly keep still, craving the feeling of him inside of you.

finally, he pushed in, just his tip, and groaned athow tight you were.

“fuck, omega, gripping me so fucking tight i can barely move.” he spoke through gritted teeth, slowly pushing in.

the feeling of finally being filled was better than could have ever imagined, his cock stretching out your walls deliciously.

“so big…” you moaned, gripping his shoulders as he bottomed out.

you shuddered out a breath as he began to move, pulling out until just his tip was resting inside of you before pushing all the way back in.

your pussy was like a drug, bucky’s jaw slack as he thrusted into you.

you were close already, bucky’s cock brushing all the right spots, you were sure that you were leaking all over the sheets.

“fuck, alpha, faster please, faster.” bucky opened his eyes, connecting your lips in a messy kiss as he sped up the pace.

you moaned as he went faster, the knot in your stomach growing with every thrust.

“you gonna come for me sweetheart?” his cock was pistoning in and out of you, his hand coming down to rub at your swollen clit.

“yes! just like that, alpha, fuck.”

your eyes rolled back into your head as you came around bucky’s cock, triggering his own orgasm.

your pussy spasmed, leaking over bucky’s cock as he came inside of you.

he groaned as he felt your juices mix together, and you opened your legs wider at the feeling of his cum in you.

“so good, ugh-good girl, my omega, so good for me.”

bucky slowed right down, pulling out of you.

your eyes were shut, your chest breathing heavily as you recovered. your body was twitching, cum dripping out from between your legs.

“fuck.” bucky’s eyes went wide at the sight of it.

his fingers came down, pressing at your hole as he pushed his leaking cum back inside of you.

you whimpered, feeling overstimulated as he massaged your hole.

“my little omega loves being filled up by her alpha, huh?” bucky pressed a kiss to your forehead as he pulled his fingers away.

you nodded, squeezing your legs together as you sat up.

bucky stood and made his way to the bathroom, coming back moments later.

he had a towel in his hand, and he pressed it to your core, cleaning you up. you gripped his arm at the overstimulation, your body still twitching.

bucky chuckled at your state, feeling a little sorry for you. he gestured for you to lay down under the covers. you did, and he quickly followed.

you both faced eachother, laying on your sides.

having sex during your heat made you incredibly subby afterward, your eyes glossy as you kissed bucky.

bucky could tell, pulling you into his chest as he pressed soft kisses to your forehead.

you were basically laying on top of him, taking the opportunity to press your nose into his neck once more. he smelt of pine trees and vanilla candles burning in the winter.

bucky being your alpha made so much sense, you could see that clearly now. you looked up at him, admiring his face.

how his nose twitched, how his eyelashes moved when he blinked, his teeth showing a little as he smiled down at you.

you smiled, pressing a kiss to his lips as you snuggled closer to him.

“how are you feeling sweetheart?”

you sighed. “content. like i belong to someone.”

a knot formed in bucky’s throat at your words, and he vowed to protect you and keep you happy for the rest of his life.

In the middle of the night, CS55

requested yes / no

summary — you look so pretty sleeping and he really needs you, especially when you’re wearing his favorite nightgown, thankfully for him you don’t exactly have to be awake in order for him to have you.

warnings — pure filth, somnophilia, dom!carlos, choking, crying, begging, reader gets called little girl, size kink, p n v, unprotected sex, mentions of cockwarming, face slapping, overstimulation, orgasm denial. Kinda 0/100 quickly but just ignore that, proofread but maybe some small errors.

All day carlos had been frustrated and angry. Qualifying didn’t go as planned and of course something was wrong with the car, which made him end up in p15, and to make matters worse it was his home race. So of course, he was left angry and frustrated as he got out of his car.

He didn’t bother greeting anyone or say anything, was too afraid he would explode and say anything out of line. So he simply ignored them. Just walked to his motohome and got changed to head home for the day.

As he was gathering his things his manager had walked into the room, arms filled and heavy with paperwork. The once gone frustration he’d felt came back as he looked at her with an knowing glare.

“You need to do media before you leave” she simply told him, already holding the door open for him to leave. He scoffed, shaking his head while exiting the room to do media duties.

As usual media duties were something he wasn’t exactly too fond of, and if he heard someone say they were sorry he ended up in pt15 and they were expecting more from him he was going to explode. But thankfully he only had to answer a few more questions before he was allowed to go home.

Carlos walked through the door quietly, half wanting to surprise you and half needing a breather after his hectic day. He took his shoes off, set his bag down beside the door before wandering into the living room where he saw the tv still on, figuring you were still watching it as your favorite show on playing.

But as he peaked over the back of the couch, he saw your tiny frame sound asleep and cuddled up with a bear he’d given you for your anniversary. He nearly groaned seeing your state, so peacefully sleeping, chest heaving up and down, pink plum lips on display that practiced begged him to kiss and bit on.

Fuck he needed you.

He walked around the couch and gently sat down beside your sleeping frame, “amor” he gently shook your arm in attempt to wake you up. “I’m home” to his avail you didn’t wake up, nor did you move a inch.

Now he was painfully suffering and him carefully lifting up your covers to see you were wearing his favorite white nightgown to see, didn’t exactly help his case as he felt his cock twitch underneath his sweatpants.

“Fuck” he muttered underneath his breath. Breath picking up as he stroked his cock through his sweatpants. He needed you so badly.

“Y/n” he sternly called out your name in hopes it would you up this time, but it didn’t. For a brief moment he closed his eyes, jaw clenching up, hand tightening up around his cock that was still clothed up.

He felt shame wash over him as he tugged the covers off your body and threw them to the floor. He let his hands rub all over your body, before lifting up your nightgown to reveal your ass and cunt on display for you. You hadn’t worn panties to sleep.

“Fuck, love, wake up” his voice was deep and raspy as he begged for you to wake up, but you were too deep in a sleep to even hear or feel the weight of his hand rubbing every inch of your exposed skin.

He tugged your nightgown up more to free your breast, the coldness in the room making them hard immediately as he exposed them. His hand ran over the nipple lightly tugging at it, before cupping it in the palm of his hand.

Retreating his hand, he lifted up his hips to get rid of his sweatpants. His hardened cock hit his abdomen. “Fuck” he jerked himself off a bit before picking up your leg to wrap around his waist. He ran his cock over your folds before slowly passing himself into your cunt.

He grunted in relief keeping himself still for a brief moment before he started moving his hips in and out of your cunt. He started slow, taking his time not wanting you wake up. And letting him get used to the feeling of your warm walls clenching around his cock. He let his head fall back light moans and grunts leaving his lips.

But soon, the frustrations and anger he felt from earlier came back to him, making him grab onto your hips harshly as his slow pace turned fast and rough. He didn’t care now if you woke up, he was in too deep.

His large hand cupped your breast fingers pitching the bub roughy enough to stir you awake, “c-carlos” even hearing his name roll off your tongue he didn’t stop his movements. Only enjoyed the sight of you already moaning and hand grabbing at the couch.

“Now you’re awake, huh” your head felt dizzy and dumbfounded, “tried to wake you up” he grabbed at your jaw turning your head back towards him.

The sight alone made him nearly cum undone as he saw the lazy haze in your eyes and mouth hung open in confusion. “Looked so pretty sleeping in my favorite nightgown” he lightly slapped at your face to make you open up your eyes. “Tell me, did you wear this for me tonight?”

His another hand rubbed circles causing you to gasp, “oh, fuck, yes i did” you spat the words out before you could resister them.

He darkly chuckled, “mm, good little girl. Looked so cute and tiny”

You felt your stomach tighten up, legs started to shake. “Fuck, am gonna cum” he wrapped his hand around your throat tightly, lips brushing over the shell of your ear.

“Not allowed to cum yet, love. We just started” you felt tears Weil up in the corner of your eyes. Carlos stopped his movements for a second to reposition himself so you laid down on the couch, him hovering above you. He wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued on with his brutal thrust.

The feeling of his cock brushing against your clit as he thrusted in and out of your cunt made your throw your head back, hands scratching at his back. “Please, please. Let me cum” you begged, tears now flowing down your cheeks.

he slapped at your breast, “hold it” he simply said, ignoring your cries and begs.

It was almost painful as your legs shook and body squirmed around. “Please” you weakly asked, choking out moans.

“You look so cute like this tho” it almost like Carlos took an photo of your ruined body in his head. “So gorgeous, and fucking ruined. Bet you don’t even care that I fucked you in your sleep huh” he landed an slap to your upper thigh.

Choking out answer, “n-no, it hurts, please”

“Go ahead and cum, little girl” he finally allowed.

Eyes rolling back, your body shook violently as you reached your climax. “Fuck, fuck, fuck” those were the words you could only repeat.

Carlos grumbled seeing the sight underneath him. “Look so fucking ruined” he mumbled out, grabbing at your hands and pinning them above your head.

Your body felt on fire and weak. Uncontrollable moans and screams left your mouth as you felt him start to rub circles on your clit again. “No, too much, please” you begged, which only made him laugh.

He leaned down foreheads brushing against each other, “you can handle it” you truly couldn’t.

“Can’t please” your begging only earned you another slap to your wet cunt.

“Mm, you can and you will” on command, you felt your stomach twist and legs starting to shake again, it felt painful. “See look at you, can handle it”

“Fuck, fuck, please” you sobbed out, fist clenching up. Mouth hunched open You saw white as you came again.

Carlos grunted as he reached his climax cum painting your walls. Your body still shook underneath him making him crackle, while laying his hand gentle against your cheek thumb drawing soft circles. “see you could handle it, sweetheart” he softly said now, voice changing drastically from earlier.

You sniffed, arms wrapping his neck to tug him down. “Was too much” you weakly said. Holding him close as possible.

“Saying it was too much, but your still letting me stay inside you?” He smugly said placing soft kisses to your neck. “I think you quite liked it” he made himself comfortable on top of you, making you whine as you felt his cock move again inside you.

“Because if you didn’t, you would have stopped me and you wouldn’t let me still be inside you. Now get some rest”

GOJO WITH A SQUIRTING KINK.

cw — nsfw content minors dni. smut, f!reader, squirting, praise, pet names

ugh his obsession w it is borderline gross!!!

he’ll press your back down into the prettiest arch, giant hands with their mean grip on your waist, utterly manhandling you as he splits you open on his dick. he’s relentless, but he can’t possibly have mercy when your pussy wraps around him, sucks him in, pulses around him so well that all his morals have gone out the window.

your face is smushed against the towels laid out beneath you, mouth in an ‘O’ shape just from the way his heavy cock stretches you out to the point where it almost hurts, but not quite.

every drive of his hips just sounds obscene. he’s grunting, you’re whining, your pussy’s dripping all over him before you’ve even squirted, squelching every time his tip knocks against your cervix.

it’s mere minutes before you’re positively gushing everywhere for the first time of the night, coating his muscled thighs and the ridges of his abdomen with a yelp.

and gojo’s hissing as you do it, moaning shamelessly as though he’s reached his climax. “fuuuck, that’s it, baby,” he says half-laughing, borderline whining at the sight, lips curled into the most smackable, triumphant grin of his life. his thrusts never let up–he would rather die than slow down–in fact, is he speeding up?

“oh, satoru,” you cry. it spurs him on. inflates his ego too, sure, but when his ego is this proportional, you can’t find it in you to be mad. “feels s-so good, baby. you treat me so well.”

“that’s all you, angel–fuck–think you can be good for me? think you can squirt for me again?”

“please, yes, oh god, yes.” it’s humiliating how easily you’ll cave for him, how putty in his hands you get with just a little sweet talking, how divine it feels to beg him.

“come on, pretty girl,” he chuckles, his cock throbbing as he grinds it against your soaked walls with a force that shifts the bed beneath you. “know you can do it. be a fuckin’ good girl for me.”

and not moments later, there’s clear fluid streaming from your puffy hole again. satoru’s hand claps down against your asscheek, an affectionate smack that’s his way of saying he’s proud of you.

and even after his turn, when he’s emptied himself of every last drop of cum into your womb and he’s pulled you into his chest to pepper kisses over your face, still his long, lithe fingers dip between your folds. he sinks them into your twitching, sensitive cunt and he fucks you with two of his fingers, curling up to prod at that perfect spot that has your eyes rolling and this time you shriek as you squirt again.

because in his eyes it’s the ultimate form of praise—it’s your body telling him how fucking good he’s making you feel. he loves your little faces, your little whimpers, the way you claw at the sheets and his shoulders, the way your back arches so pretty, the way your wet walls clench around him. but your sweet pussy making a mess–that’s when he knows he’s doing something right.

PAC: YOUR SEX LIFE WITH THEM (18+)

This is my old reading. Choose one in the image, don't worry about picking the same pile as you did in my old reading, who cares lol. Take your time. Look at each pile and choose the pile that you can’t stop looking at. For current partner and future spouse only, it doesn't work for crush, this is why.

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Important:

People with more masculine energy are the masculine. People with more feminine energy are the feminine. This isn’t about gender, everyone has masculine-feminine in themselves, some people have one stronger than the other, some people are balanced.

PILE 1

Death Rx, King of Swords, 5 of Swords (7 of Wands)

Some of y’all like to have sex after arguments, or pretend arguments. 5 of Swords, come on. Maybe the tension and intellectual banters make it hotter? You both could be sitting there debating about some shit about the economy and 5 seconds later suddenly you got busy kissing and feeling each other up. You don’t have Wands on the table, most are Swords, but the bottom of the deck is 7 of Wands. There are passion and intensity but they are under this Swords façade.

There is push and pull, like a game, but boundaries is clear or you guys will talk about boundaries before you do any pushing and pulling. You guys discuss a lot about what you both want to do in the bedroom, you may also experiment a bit here and there. There could also be some role-playing. Role-play gives me more air element’s vibe than fire’s, because of the switching roles and personalities that happen in a role-play.

Death Rx just gives me the vibe of not being able to get over the sex. You guys might as well go at it until you can’t do it anymore, because 10 of Wands and The Magician Rx fell out. Both of you might also randomly remember about the sex that you had last night while at work, for example, and get turned on by it. Something with the mind; mind games, pretending you are not turned on when you are, etc. Edging, but mentally, if that makes sense lol.

Someone here likes to give orders, and the other loves to challenge that, so there is this tension about who will surrender. I think there is someone here who likes to challenge and to be dominated afterwards. And there might be some ‘punishments’ as well. The person with more masculine energy is probably the one who takes the authoritative role. There is dirty talking. This is an intellectual couple definitely.

PILE 2

Page of Pentacles, Wheel of Fortune, Page of Cups (Ace of Wands)

Both are physically attracted to each other. With two Pages here, either both of you are not that experienced when you first get together OR both of you actively want to learn more about your sexual connection; what your partner likes, how it makes them feel not only physically but emotionally. Pillow talks after sex; conversations that are full of emotions and love though. This doesn't feel like intellectual discussions, it could be for some of you but the focus here is on emotional connection regardless what topic y'all talk about.

One person in this connection might carry Virgo energy, there is something detailed about Page of Pentacles. So this person is more detailed about how they approach sex and is observant of their partner’s reactions. The kind of person who learns what makes their partner tick, and takes the time to explore their partner's body. The other person might be more in their water energy, I’m seeing shy laughter and people blushing. For example, one person would kiss the other person from the foot to the thigh while making eye contact, which would kinda tickle and make the other person feel shy? And then both of them would chuckle about it, before the humor simmered down and the touches and kisses continued again.

With Wheel of Fortune, I think y'all switch a lot (different person on the top) or try different positions. But it’s not quite dominance/submission thing. I’m getting more love than lust, to be honest, not to say that you guys are not lusty for each other, but your love is the thing that drives that lust or makes the sex satisfying, your emotional connection and love are imbued in your actions.

A lot of care, patience, gentleness and details. Soft touches and kisses, which can turn heavy, but will always be full of emotions. You guys take your time with each other.

PILE 3

Justice, 9 of Cups, The Emperor (King of Swords)

There is a lot of masculine and intense energy. It is coming from whoever holds the more masculine energy in this partnership. But before we go deeper into this, let’s talk about boundaries. With Justice and King of Swords, whatever you guys do, you guys make sure your boundaries are clear; it is a regular thing to talk about safe words, to discuss what you want to do, and to make sure the other person is okay with it before you do it, to discuss about it after the sex, etc. There is an open communication, you can speak up, you can state what you want/don’t want, etc which can lead to all of that good stuff.

Justice and 9 of Cups show that it is balanced; you take care of each other, you both feel satisfied, no one here is left alone having to bring themselves to climax. What you give, you get back. Whatever play you guys do, there is an exchange; what one person needs the other can provide, and vice versa. 9 of Cups is also a wish fulfillment, so whatever the partner wishes for, the other wants to fulfill; consensual tho. You guys may take sex quite seriously hence all the talking, because for some of you the sex can get really intense once it starts.

Yeah and about the domination. I know we have Justice 'The Balance' here, but with The Emperor and King of Swords (and the Tower and the Magician behind it), you got someone who is obviously dominant. So there might be some domination thing going on. Giving orders and dirty talking. Maybe dom/sub kink. Maybe manhandling, and a bit of force for some of you, heated sex. Hands clutching the other’s thighs, hands in the hair. Pining the other’s hands, using body weight to keep the other in place, one hand fingering the sex. Squeezing, pulling, touching all over the body. Leaving marks. Basically it feels as if one partner wants to stake a claim to the other person. Vocal; moaning, mewling, calling each other’s names, whatever it is.

There are after care, soft caressing and gentle adoration after sex. Whoever holds the dominant or masculine energy wants to take care of the partner, despite the domination thing. Very confident, every person in the cards are sitting facing forward. The connection is secure, and during sex you guys feel connected to the other person as if you both are one.

PILE 4

9 of Pentacles, The Moon, Knight of Swords (8 of Wands)

I think you guys have a lot of quickies. Perhaps due to work situation, you both just do it whenever and wherever. There is also a possibility that both of you can make the other get turned on quite fast. Many piles have dirty talking, but for this pile, I’m not sure how to explain it but there is force to the words. “You like that don’t you?” “You want my attention? I give you attention.” “Let’s see what that pretty mouth can do.” Pardon my pathetic examples but it’s like-- releasing frustration through words.

Nothing that goes against what you enjoy, because we have 9 of Pentacles which is a card of enjoying your harvest. But at the same time it feels like as if you both are dancing along the edge of something... taboo? There is also something that feels almost like servitude. You got two individualistic cards, so it is possible that sometimes although both people want the sex, on the surface it might seem as if the sex is for one person’s satisfaction i.e the dominant one (both will pretend that is the case). In reality, whoever takes the submissive role is actually very much cherished/spoiled by the other person.

I think long sex mostly happens at night, it is much much more emotional and heavy than the quickies. That feeling of wanting to get something out of the other’s soul, or as if you want to seep into the other’s skin. There is a desire to get to the bottom of it; to want to make the partner get so into the sex to the point of them losing all sense of time and direction, just completely bare. Someone here likes to leave hickeys. You might also have to heal something you have been suppressing. OR whatever secret kink you have, this connection brings (or will bring) that out to the surface, and you might need to admit that you like something dirty here.

With 9 of Pentacles, someone here enjoys wining and dining the other person (or being wined and dined) before diving into that mix of emotion and lust. It could also be that you guys enjoy masturbating; with each other, or when one person is masturbating the other person is watching. There might be food involved. Honey. Chocolate. Some drinks. Fruits. Someone here probably wants to try that kind of kiss where you got something in your mouth and you put it in the other’s mouth, idk the name lol.

PILE 5

The Fool, 9 of Cups, Queen of Wands (Knight of Cups)

So far, every pile has at least one Wands card lol. There is someone here, who is not usually dominant-- the more sex they have with the other person, the more they feel encouraged to be more secure and open about their sexuality. What I mean by ‘being open’ is that they learn to take control of the sex more, to express what they like more often-- becoming more and more confident of their body and their attractiveness as well.

There is attraction, of course. But whoever that person is, they might have been insecure about their own attractiveness, so the partner helps them come out of their shell. Whoever is more dominant initially, sometimes allows the other person to take from them; for example, they encourage that by moaning, thrusting when the partner is on top of them, etc. Which encourages and empowers the partner even more.

It is also possible that you guys have many rounds in one session lol. You guys might go for a second round after a brief rest, pillow talks and lighthearted jokes in bed. With The Fool, you both are open to try new things. There is nervous excitement every time you are about to try new things. You guys like to learn about what the other likes and will try to do that. Another pile also got 9 of Cups; this card is about wish fulfillment. There is this desire to fulfill the other, physically and emotionally. There is this desire to take care of each other as well. The love is very much present in the sex. You guys make sure that you both are satisfied and happy about it.

This suddenly came to me but you both might like to do it on the couch or a chair a lot, even if that idea isn’t appealing to you right now, when you are together it will be. I see a couch, or maybe the kitchen counter? You guys might use dildos. It is also possible that you or them like having sex with clothes on, I mean, the clothes are not completely off. Someone here likes it when their partner wears tights, or loose clothes; simply because the first just turns them on, and the latter just makes it easy for them to have access to the other’s body. If you are someone who likes to wear skirts or dresses, then your partner loves to slip their hand under your skirt. Or vice versa, it depends on who wears the loose clothing.

𝐋𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐕𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐲

Yan! Lawyer Husband x GN Spouse Reader

—𝒀𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒐𝒃𝒆𝒓 - 𝑳𝑰𝒇𝑬 𝑷𝒓𝒐𝒋𝒆𝒄𝒕 𝑬𝒗𝒆𝒏𝒕

CW: mafia related stuffs (ALL FOR READER...), disturbing ideations. NSFW

You were the subject of envy for everyone, the spouse of the infamous lawyer, Yulian de Alpheus, who possessed wealth, reputation, intelligence, and undying loyalty to you. To people, you were the beautiful dove living in the gilded cage he had given you, luxuries that fulfilled anyone's needs and wishes.

𝑩𝒖𝒕 𝒘𝒂𝒔 𝒊𝒕 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒘𝒉𝒐 𝒘𝒆𝒓𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒄𝒌𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒈𝒊𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒅 𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆?

To him, the one who was truly locked in the cage was him. He was and would forever be locked in the gilded cage, forever drowned in his adoration toward you. If he had to live in a world where you did not exist, he would not hesitate to shoot himself to death and find you again.

--

"Dear, how about we go on a vacation this month?"

His words had you choked on your food. He immediately stood up and pat your back, a handkerchief that you embroidered for him handed to you as he handed you a glass of water, "Apology, did my question catch you off guard dear?"

You shook your head while you regained your composure, "It's just that I was surprised, you had been busy these days so how could you spare me your time for a silly vacation?"

Yulian chuckled as he patted your head, "True, and I plan to work even harder to finish all the mess they had shoved me to work on, I'm sure I could finish it right in time before our estimated vacation."

You frowned to yourself, your husband had always been a hard-working man. It was no surprise judging by the amount of assets he could own at such a fairly young age. While some of it was thanked to his father, you knew those would not remain had he not worked hard to keep and grow.

"Dear, I don't want you to over-exert yourself with this case just for a vacation. If you were worried about me then please pay no mind, I am content with everything but you stressing yourself."

Yulian sat back and started slicing the meat on his plate, "Dear, I did not marry you just to have you live in this house as a prisoner," the way he sliced things was of good etiquette but you knew. You knew how he always looks at the things he sliced as a subject of... low-life. "I want my beloved to live in happiness, a life where you get to have and own anything you want without a single worry," It's almost as though he wished he could use more force with the knife, "A life where you do not wish to end," Yulian used his fork to pick the sliced meat up to your lip, "A life where you wish you could live in for eternity."

You thought to yourself for a moment, drowning in thought before smiling at him, "Yes, a vacation this month sounds nice." You opened your mouth and ate the piece.

--

"What were you even thinking about to the point you tangle yourself into this mess?" Yulian furrowed his eyebrow, in his office was the leader of a renowned mafia group in the underground world and Yulian sat on the leathered chair with his hand wiping his white gun.

The ringleader's subordinates were clearly displeased with the way Yulian easily belittled the case and him but they knew better than to cause a mess.

"So? What do you need this time?"

Yulian stored the gun back in its respective place, locking the shelf with the key before handing the ringleader's subordinate a folder of files.

"I'll need you to fabricate everything I handed you. I've given you options of people for you to use as a scapegoat as well."

The ringleader took the folder and started reading the files in it, scanning the words that were typed on it.

"And I expect you to finish it all by this week. I'll be taking a vacation for myself by the end of the month so I'll finish the case in a few trials. I'd like you to find a way around the judge and jury as well. The more the better, understood?"

Yulian was an infamous lawyer. A lawyer who would validate any way to make his client proclaimed 'Not Guilty'. As much as he hated having to drag his name around the underground world, he had no choice but to work together with them. Why?

"Fine, I'll inform you everything this weekend." The ringleader left the room with his subordinates following behind him meekly. The moment they had walked out of his building and entered the car, one of them posed a question.

"Why did you let that shrimp belittle you, boss? It's not like he is the only lawyer we could have our hand with."

The ringleader did not look at his subordinate as he was still analyzing the content of the files. Even so, he was still attentive enough to answer them back, "Well, if you know exactly how strong my influence is, why do you think I allow him to boss over my men?"

The man gulped as his hand held the steering wheel tightly. Why would a measly bug be able to hold power over his boss?

"... He somehow got his hands into our mud. In simpler terms, he blackmailed me."

His right-hand man sighed, "Yulian is nothing but a coward, Kaspar. A coward."

What difference did it make to him? The fact that the two of them blackmailed people to survive while the ideations were biased to each side was nothing but hypocrisy.

"And yet he is the coward that dared to step into the underground world just to protect his spouse..." Kaspar winced at the word 'spouse', "he did all of that just for the love of his life. Is that supposed to be considered foolish or not...?"

The men fell silent until one of them proposed a question, "Then why not use his spouse against him?"

--

The basement that you did not know even existed. You knew there was a bunker down your house but you were never aware of the existence of the basement.

You were asleep so technically you couldn't have heard anything. No, the room was made to be soundproof, no one could hear what was going on in the room.

But you heard it anyway. You heard it faintly, the sounds of people screaming. It wasn't clear, almost below a whisper but it kept you awake. You looked to your side and found your husband absent from the bed again.

"Is he working again?"

You stood up and slipped your feet into the slippers before walking out of your shared bedroom. The hall was lit up by the warm white lights, the light that always comforts you no matter what. You walked toward his office which was located on the first floor, giving the grand door a knock before entering it.

"Dear?"

No one was inside the room. The room was laced with the smell of coffee, the only thing that he probably could love aside from you. You walked to his desk and read some of the files on it. The words on the paper were beyond your comprehension so you stopped reading it, glancing at the cup of coffee, you feel the cup with your hand. It's cold and full. Weird.

You took a look around his office, bookshelves on the side while a framed portrait of you and him hung on the other side.

He must have really loved this portrait, refusing to change it with a new one.

"Dear?"

You jumped at his voice, where did he come out from?

"Dear, where did you come from?"

"Ah, I was in the washroom. What brings you here? Did something wake you up?" Yulian asked you as he approached you while drying his hand with his handkerchief.

You took a closer look at it, it's not the same handkerchief you gave him. Weird. He had always been insistent on only using the handkerchief you embroidered for him.

"Dear?"

"Ah," you snapped out of your thought, "it's just that... I felt lonely. How long are you going to stay up again tonight dear?"

Yulian thought to himself as his eye shot toward the corner of the room, "Please, don't wait for me. I won't be finishing my work in any time so I hope you would use those time to retreat yourself to bed." Yulian pat your cheek before giving your cheek a peck, his emerald eyes had always drowned you in a ripple of the lovesick sea.

His hand snaked its way to your waist as he led you back to your shared bedroom, opening the door for you and urging you to lay on the comfortable white bed. He placed the blanket on top of you before sitting next to you, humming a lullaby while easing you down.

"My little Lily of the Valley is a curious soul hm? Your husband told you to sleep and you naughtily sneaked out of your room..." He playfully reprimanded you while you tried to drift yourself back to sleep. Hearing him teasing you like this was weird, but at least in a good way. What boosted his confidence?

"Someone like you should not wander around in the mercy of nighttime, even if it was in our own house," his hand caressed your hair while his eyes stared into your half-lidded ones, "my lily-of-the-valley should not wander around in the darkness anymore..."

Did you hear him right? Come to think of it, what woke you up earlier?

"Good night, my love."

--

"Good night, bastard."

A thud and the man who was tied to the chair plopped down, lifeless. The other men could only tremble in horror as they waited for their turn. Perhaps death would be the only slightest bit of virtue that he could offer, a mercy at his hands that was covered in bloodstains.

Just as he approached the other men, the alarm rang. Someone had entered his office. Yulian turned on the screen to the camera and saw you walking toward his desk, observing everything that was scattered on it.

He was glad that he didn't put anything 'suspicious' on it even if you wouldn't understand it. He didn't want to risk it.

Yulian went to the sink and washed his hands before motioning for someone to come out from the darkness. The members of the mafia walked out and waited for his order.

"Ah right, relay this message to your boss. Not only do these bastards will have to face the consequences of trying to touch my beloved, you guys too, will have to face it."

The men shuddered in fear as they thought of what he could do to them. The greatest mercy they could have would be that their boss would be the one who punished them and not the lawyer himself.

"Remember," Yulian walked toward them, hand taking out the handkerchief you embroidered for him, "I work for Kaspar so that this kind of thing won't happen. If this happens again, I'd personally make you guys crawl through the tunnels of prison for eternity."

His emerald orbs almost lit up into a burning fire as his jaw tightened in anger. He made his way toward the door before taking a look at the handkerchief.

He shouldn't use it for something so filthy.

He slid it back into his pocket and used another plain handkerchief instead.

--

"In short, he is the man who would not hesitate to kill his own children, his own blood and flesh, or his family just to save and love his beloved Lily of the Valley."

Kaspar sighed as he read the report. The scapegoats that he offered were his men who were on duty to protect his spouse.

"He is the man who had lived for eternity just to find and love his beloved again and again."

-- log end

Afternotes:

I didn't expect the fic to be this short (says the one who got lazy mid-way and cut half of the story...) anyway, I thought to myself, rather than let this rot in the draft, wouldn't it be better to post it even if it was only half completed without any proofread yet?

I'm really happy my first LIfE Project event features my favorite son, Yulian first! The next one might be Eleanor!

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Alpha Bucky would totally tell you to get sleep because he care about his mate 🥺😉

Pairing: Beefy Alpha Bucky x reader

Word count: Drabble.

A/N: A/B/O dynamics, so not copy, repost, rewrite or translate my work. Fluff.

Bucky's been watching you struggle to stay awake for the past hour. He knows you're working too hard and you deserve a break.

"You need to sleep, little one." Bucky states as he scoops you up from the couch. Not waiting for your response, he carries you to the bedroom.

"I'm alright."

"Dont lie to your Alpha, I can feel how tired you are." He declares in response to the flare of annoyance in your bond.

You sheepishly smile into his neck, your fingers touch your mark. "Sorry."

He gives you a knowing look when you stifle your yawn. Ignoring your sleepy, mumbled protests that you'll go to sleep in a few minutes and you need to finish your work.

Bucky quips, "and my job is take care of you and that's what I'm going to do."

He flicks back the top sheet and lays you down. "Get some rest and I'll check on you in a bit."

You whine softly when he turns to leave. "Please stay."

Bucky can never resist when you make those cute little omega noises. You whimper when he sighs. "I'll keep doing it," you warn.

Bucky turns around, his blue eyes narrowed but you know he's not upset.

"And I can command you to stop." He retorts, amusement softening his tone.

You smile up at him and whimper his name, soft and low in your throat, his large frame stepping towards you in an automatic response, wanting his distressed little omega to be happy.

"Alpha." You pout, tugging at him through your bond, sending your calming scent around the towering Alpha.

He grumbles under his breath, removing his shirt. "You're spoiled," he says with a shake of his head.

You shrug, biting your tongue so that you won't say that it's his fault you are the way you are. He knows though. The bed dips down as he gets in beside you. Pressing your face against his warm chest, you kiss his chin. "Thank you, Bucky."

He inhales your scent with a content groan before kissing the top of your head. "Sleep. I'll be here when you wake up." He lovingly promises.

Request/Idea-

Male Yandere Lawyer x Female Embroider Reader (a lady who works as a tailor is fine too)

Imagine a man falling head over heels for that newly employed lady who hand embroiders beautiful handkerchiefs in a luxury shop he visits to get his custom suits! And he just trying to coax her into dating him, marrying him, and becoming his stay at home wife (and mother of his children eventually) 🥰🤭

Age difference? I need some DILF Daddy energy more in my life (but don’t make him an actual father…yet)

P.S. I adore your OCs and writing. And your artwork is way too fucking good! You’re art is just *chef’s kiss* infuckingcredible

-👘

Ooh, you know what this reminds me of? I have a yaoi volume from Scarlet Beriko, “Queen and the tailor”, about an interior designer that visits a legendary tailor whose suits will supposedly help you achieve success. The tailor turns out to be a scary looking, blunt man but nonetheless extremely talented. I liked the premise a lot, so it’s definitely interesting to try out a different perspective.

In this case I have the image of a patient, soft-spoken reader and a hurried, short tempered lawyer. Comically different but in a way that eventually works out, you know? Also thank you for the kind words!

Yandere!Lawyer x Embroiderer!Reader Headcanons

Featuring a Reader that is blissfully unaware the lawyer she just stared dating has their entire life together already sorted out.

Content: female reader, age gap, older yandere, obsessive behavior

Your eyes begin to hurt mildly, so you look out the window and blink repeatedly, trying to refresh your poor sight. Such detailed works always strain you terribly, but you love seeing the finished result. Others must, too, given your handkerchiefs are often sold out the very same day. Right before your needle pierces the silk canvas anew, the door opens with a burst and you jolt. An older man in a suit, arguing loudly over the phone. He’s drumming his fingers over the counter, eyes darting around in search for an attendant. You know the type quite well, so you hurry over with the hoop still in your hand. “Might I help you with anything?” You mouth discreetly. He turns to you, stares for a couple of seconds, and promptly ends his call.

Out of all the places, he certainly didn’t expect regretting his rusty, unpolished flirting skills in a luxury tailor shop. Yet here he is now, clumsily mumbling something about his new suit he’s come to pick up and wondering how to connect that with your number. The name’s the easy part, as it’s neatly and conveniently printed out on the little badge pinned to your collar. Everything else, not so much. You excuse yourself and return moments later with his order. Shit. You tilt your head, confused by the delayed response, worrying whether you forgot something. Next time. He’ll figure it out for sure next time he comes here.

If there’s one good thing about his career, it’s that his eyes have been trained to spot every detail. For example the embroidery hoop you gently held while speaking to him, so he knows exactly what his next custom order will be. Truth be told, he didn’t anticipate your popularity and long waiting times, but a calculated raised tone with a sprinkle of intimidation has convinced the employee to assign him to you as earliest priority. Whether he can flirt remains to be seen, but arguing with others? Child’s play.

“Thank you for coming again today.” You bow slightly and extend the gift bag. “Although, I must say…I’ve never seen you using these before. What has caused your sudden interest in handkerchiefs?” Rather bold of you to begin such conversations, but your curiosity is too great. No matter how hard you try, you can’t imagine why a blunt, nonchalant man like him would abruptly become passionate about embroidery. A lover? You smile faintly at the idea. Whoever it is, they’ve taken quite the challenge upon themselves. The lawyer frowns at the inquiry. It seems you’re just as observant as him. Maybe this shall be the pretext he can finally cling onto. So he presents it in the factual truth you’d hear in a courthouse: it’s his excuse to see you. You raise your eyebrows in surprise. Well now, isn’t it just silly? He could’ve simply asked. Buying countless expensive handmade items instead of plainly confessing his intentions…He stumbles, flustered. The same man whose ruthless reputation has even reached your humble ears is anxiously awaiting your response with a deep blush on his face.

The childlike innocence doesn’t last long. You’ve agreed to date him and that’s great, but he’s a man with little time that has known exactly what he wants for many years. When he laid his eyes on you he didn’t imagine cheesy coffee dates as you discuss your favorite color and cautiously breach the topic of intimacy. What’s the point? He’s already certain he’ll spend the rest of his life with you. Skip the unnecessary steps. On the other hand, you’re not as cooperative as he’d wish. Truly, the tangible proof that opposites attract. You’re always calm and take your time with everything. It’s almost frustrating how easygoing you are. When asked when you’re moving in with him, you just smiled and wondered out loud what could be wrong with your small studio above the shop. Marriage? Good question, you never thought about it.

Oh, the irony. Last time a client was being particularly difficult, your lawyer boyfriend pulled him out by the collar under the mortified stares of the other attendants and shoppers. The exact attitude he himself would’ve shown before, yet this time it’s different. Of course it is, it involves you. His thin patience runs out if it’s you. That’s all there is to it. Can you blame a man for following his heart? They say you should always chase your dreams; he prefers hunting them down efficiently, and the shotgun is pointed in your direction. His sweet, exquisite prey he can never get enough of.

Finally you agree to move in with him. Your hesitation was maddening and he’d started coming up with downright psychotic alternatives to convince you, such as your studio burning down after a vicious attack of some unknown hooligans. So it was rather wise of you not to push someone that knows the law like the back of his hand, even if you aren’t aware of it yet. He enthusiastically guides you around your new forever home, omitting unimportant details. The spare office he emptied for a future nursery? You’ll get to that later.

He can’t wait to spoil you. See, that’s the advantage of dating an older man. He’s gotten his life sorted out a long time ago. All that was left was finding you. You just need to be a darling and behave. He knows you will. After all, you’re his talented little embroideress that won’t have to worry about anything else ever again.

eren n his personal water park .

word count: 370 [1 min 30 sec read] ✪ content warning: smut, p in v sex, squirting, doggy style, this is my second post do i warn about everything?, unapologetic use of “mama”

✭ husband!eren x wife!reader

eren making his pretty little 𝙬𝙞𝙛𝙚 squirt for the first time.

he has you on the bed doggy style. his pace is a little slow at first until he snaps his hips particularly deep and sends a shock from the bottom of your spine, so deep in your core that it pushes out every other thought in your head beside his cock.

his words definitely showed through his actions, the delicious aching of his shaft sent curls down your toes and an arch to your back. if a further arch was even possible.

“‘ren- hold up.. ‘m gonna-“

“cum? cmon baby cum for me. be a good girl, cum for me.”

“slow down- i don- don’ wanna cum y..”

eren couldn’t give less of a fuck, keeping his pace and digging his hands into your waist.

his waist starts to move in more of a round motion, and the mushroom head of his cock hits your favorite spots so so good. you let out a moan like never before.

“oh that felt- ah- that felt good huh baby?” he says between a guttural moan of his own.

“eren. eren right there, right there please don’t sto-“ your words dissolve and you seem to loose your strength, falling face first into the pillow underneath you. you go from breathless to squealing at how deep you feel him, so deep he has fluid gushing over his dick.

“uh-uh, you know there’s no muffling in here.” he reprimands, moving his arm from your waist and dragging you up to him, back to chest. with his fist wrapped around your neck. he knows your neck is practically a g-spot for you, and he knows what he’s doing by kissing down it the way he is.

you’re squirting more intensely than before and between that and the sensation of your ass slapping against him with every thrust, it sends him into his own orgasm. only for you to cover his lower abdomen with a mixture of that same cum and your own.

you’re catching your breaths.

“did you just squirt on me, mama?”

“i- i think so..”

“you wanna do it again?” you can hear the smirk in his voice very well.

A Touch Too Far

Summary: Alpha Steve has had enough of his two omegas playing games with him. Now he’s going to show them who’s really in charge. AKA you learn why its a bad idea to listen to omega Bucky. 

Pairing: Alpha Steve x Omega Reader x Omega Bucky

Word Count: 1.6K

Warnings: Omegaverse dynamics, mean/dom Steve, smut, 18+, edging, overstimulation, bratty omega Bucky. Subby 6'5" Bucky. Steve’s taller 👀.

a/n: Sinday drabble #2

Steve is always eager to come home after a long day of work. While you each have jobs, you’re an upcoming writer and Bucky teaches self-defense to omegas and betas, Steve is the main provider for the household but it’s the two of you that make it a home.

You turned his brownstone into the epitome of warmth and comfort, your nests in the living room and bedroom, something always cooking in the kitchen, music playing throughout the first floor, it’s always a little messy and chaotic and he loves every aspect of it. 

Providing for you two makes the long, tedious hours worth it. it’s not usual for either you or Bucky waiting for him while the other one gets dinner ready. Although last week he had to ban Bucky from answering the door since he doesn’t like to wear clothes inside the house and Steve was tired of him flashing the neighbors. He’s still dealing with the fallout from that, it’s amazing how pouty a 6’5” omega can be.

Steve knew it was getting closer to your upcoming heats but he had one final merger that required his presence and so he reluctantly left the two of you alone in your nest. He knew it wasn’t going to be easy on you but he promised he would hurry home. And he pointed out when you both begged him to stay that unlike other omegas at least you had each other. He knows you can use each other to take the edge off until he’s finished work. So neither of you are suffering without him.

But you brats made him suffer all fucking day.

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