Soft On Me (male Reader Version)

Soft on me (male reader version)

Summary: every time you and Steve fuck, you do it his way, because Captain America is always in charge. But what happens when Stevie wakes up after an exhausting mission and finds himself tied to his bed, with you on top of him…

Content Warning: smut (anal sex), powerplay, Sub/Dom dynamics, teasing, bondage (steve is retrained), nicknames (Captain, Sweetheart,…), Nomad Stevie, fluff, Steve and reader are NOT in an established relationship at the beginning of this, use of "good boy" (both parties), top Steve, bottom reader.

A/N: since I've been getting a bunch of male reader requests I figured this would be the easiest way to ease the cravings :)) this is one of my old stories I rewrote to be male reader, I really hope you like it!!!

Disclaimer: male reader fics are not my forte. This was written by a women from a female point of view so I really hope you guys like it. Requests and feedback are always welcome, lmk if you wanna be on my taglist <3.

Before he even opened his eyes, he could feel the weight of your body straddling his.

“Morning!” you chirped, a wide grin plastered on your face.

Steve’s eyes fluttered open, immediately greeted with the sight of you on top of him.

You looked amazing, covered in hickeys and bruised from the night before The only thing you were wearing was a black, satin tie, and there was nothing but mischief in your eyes.

The second he tried to move, he could feel the tug on his wrists. The sound of the metal handcuffs rattling against the bars of his bedpost.

“Howdy there big boy, where do you think you’re going?” You teased.

“Untie me.” He simply said, entirely unamused.

“Now where’s the fun in that?” You asked, not planning on giving in so soon. 

“Fun huh? Well if that’s what you’re looking for, sweetheart, all you had to do was ask.”

“Not today, Captain. Because today, I’m in charge.” You stated with a proud smile.

“You realize I can easily just break these silly cuffs and bend you over my lap, right?” He said, already fed up with your games.

“Go ahead and try.” You dared him.

Steve felt the slightest bit of worry mixed with curiosity in his stomach as he stared up at you.

He chuckled before tugging hard on the cuffs, expecting them to snap at the movement. To his surprise, they didn’t budge.

“Vibranium.” You said, answering the question you knew lingered on his lips.

“I had Shuri make them for me a while ago. Been waiting for the perfect moment to break them in, although you and I both know, they won’t actually break, will they?”

Oh he was fuming.

“Get me out of these fucking cuffs!” He yelled.

“Oh would you relax, you big baby!” You chuckled, leaning down to press a kiss to his bearded cheek.

“You remember your safeword?” You asked, using the same tone he always used on you.

“This isn’t fucking funny,”

“Yeah well I’m not fucking laughing, am I? Now watch your language before I spank you.”

He only growled in response.

Although he was being grumpy, you knew he would use the safeword if you actually pushed him too far out of his comfort zone.

Giving him a lighthearted smile, you moved to press slow kisses all over his frown.

A deep sigh escaped through Steves nose. The way you peppered sweet kisses all over his face put him at ease.

“Fine.” He breathed. “What do you have in store for me, huh? Are you gonna use my body as you please? Come all over Captain’s cock?”

“Stop that.” You warned, swatting his chest.

“What?”

“Stop taking control! You’re tied up. I’m on top. My rules.” You argued.

“So you keep saying” he chuckled. “What exactly are ‘your rules’?”

Taking a second to think about his question, you huffed out in frustration.

“Cut me some slack, I’m not used to this” you whined, dropping your head on his chest.

The fabric of his cotton shirt felt heavenly against your skin. It was all soft and comfortable, and it smelled like him.

“You’re comfy.” You said. “Just give me a minute and I’ll figure out what to do next.”

His heart melted. You were like a cat, snuggling into his shirt. It did feel really nice, but he’d be damned if he’d just admit that to you.

“So you tied me to the bed, to cuddle?” He raised his brow, giving you an amused look.

“Maybe I did”

You wrapped your arms around his torso and nuzzled against his beard.

“Hmm, you smell good.” You hummed, pressing light kisses up his neck.

“You’re a horrible dom.” Steve raised his brow.

You shushed him and pressed your lips against his. Your hands slid over his shoulders to his hair, fingers tangling in his dark golden locks.

Your hips started grinding against his, cock rubbing against the growing bulge hidden in his pants.

Pulling your lips from his, you sat up straight, still grinding into him, slowly.

“I’m going to give you a lesson in patience.”

“You?” He straight up laughed in your face. “You’re the one begging for me to fuck you every time I so much as breath too close to you.”

Your face turned red. You didn’t even know if it was anger or embarrassment, but you were starting to get pissed.

This wasn’t going to work, not like this.

“Fine.” You huffed, stopping your movements. “You’re right, I do want Captain to fuck me.”

Your voice was sultry, silky smooth. Just how he liked it. Never breaking eye contact with Steve, you slowly slithered down his body, leaving teasing pecks all over his cotton covered chest and stomach until your face was right in front of his painfully hard cock.

Pulling up his shirt slightly, you pressed more kisses on his abdomen, above his hips, down his happy trail. Fingers eagerly tugging on his waistband before finally pulling out his fat dick.

Steve didn’t say a word, he just watched you intently. Registering your every move. He watched as you licked a long, firm stripe up the base of his length, all the way to his tip before circling it with your tongue.

“Oh fuck” he breathed. “There you go, just like that, good boy.”

Your tongue swirled over his slit, tasting the single drop of precum. But instead of taking him in your mouth, you just kept teasing him.

Pressing light kisses up and down his shaft. Fondling with his balls, until he groaned, bucking his hips into nothing.

“Ah ah,…patience.” You teased. “That shouldn’t be hard for you, right Captain?”

Steve growled, but it quickly turned into a whine as you latched your mouth around his dripping tip.

You hummed in delight, wanting to hear that sound again. And you weren’t disappointed, the vibrations of your moans against him made him loose his mind.

“Oh FUCK” he nearly screamed. Trying to get you to take him deeper, but you just pulled back every time he got too far.

This would usually be the part where he gripped your hair, forcing himself down your throat until you gagged around him.

Before you met Steve, you often opted for more…vanilla sex. Simply because no one you ever met did rough sex right.

Steve did. Oh he SO did. He respected you, you know he did. Which is exactly why it was so easy to give yourself to him, completely and entirely.

Sex with Steve is easily the best sex you’ve ever had. It was nice to have someone take over control when you needed it. Especially in your line of work. But lately you’ve just been wanting to try something new.

Well, not new for you, new for Steve.

A little TLC, if you will. You felt like you both deserved it, after the missions you’ve had.

You pulled away from him entirely. Sitting up as you watched Steve, tugging at the cuffs as he writhed and squirmed on the bed.

“My poor, Stevie.” You cooed, moving to lay beside him.

“When I get out of these damn cuffs-”

“- you’ll ruin me, I know I know.” You finished his sentence. “Don’t get ahead of yourself Captain Rogers. We’ve barely gotten started”

You turned on your side to face him, draping your leg over his, you snuggled against him and kissed his cheek, sweetly brushing your fingers through his hair.

“I wouldn’t have to tie you up if you could just learn to behave.”

He gave you a questioning look.

“Just trust me” you said, your hand travelled down his body, grabbing his still throbbing erection.

“Let me take care of you, Stevie.” You cooed, nibbling on his ear, slowly pumping his shaft

His breathing hitched, it was safe to say that Steve was a little confused.

“You’re going soft on me.” He whispered, making you smirk.

“And you’re getting hard on me.”

You moved to slide off his pants entirely before finally getting on top of him again.

The internal struggle visible in his eyes made you giggle.

“Steve, would you relax?”

“Untie me.” He asked yet again.

“Why?” You raised a brow.

“Because I want to touch you” his voice was softer than before. You could hear how hard he tried to sound stern. How hard he tried not to beg. 

You didn’t reply as you spit in your hand, reaching down to coat Steve's hard cock with your saliva. You reached over to the nightstand to grab the lube, giving him one more soft kiss before squeezing some of the sticky liquid on his cock. You gave him a few more strokes before finally sinking down on him carefully.

His eyes rolled back and he let out a satisfied groan. Even over his shirt, you felt the vibrations rumble in his chest as your fingertips pressed into the soft flesh, making you moan.

You slowly started riding him, slightly raising your hips with every sway, making his hard cock slip halfway out of your asshole every time before plunging back in as your cock rubbed against the patch of hair going up his lower belly.

You were in heaven.

“If I untie you, do you promise you’ll be a good boy?” You questioned. You were a mess, eyes closed and mouth slightly hanging open in pure bliss.

But Steve was stubborn. He kept his mouth shut and watched you ride him.

You groaned impatiently and grabbed his jaw, squeezing his cheeks between your fingers.

“I asked you a question, Steve.”

You squeezed your hole tightly around his throbbing cock, before stilling your movements.

“Are you going to be a good boy?”

Steve tried bucking his hips up in frustration but you didn’t move.

“I’ll take that as a no.”

Steve expected you to lift off him, tease him some more, just like he would do when you were being a brat. But you didn’t.

You kept moving at a slow, sensual pace. You whined as you trailed your hands over his chest, to his neck once more before moving them to your own body. The tingling sensation of his hot skin lingered on your fingers as you ran them over your own chest, imagining it were Steve’s rough hands softly caressing your skin.

As he watched you, and he felt you, Steve realized how handsome you were. Not that he had never noticed before, just not like this. Soft moans and whimpers tumbling from your lips as you moved on top of him, your fingers trailing over your soft skin.

His hands itched, god he would do anything to touch you right now, but he also noticed how being restrained from doing so made everything so much more intense.

It was different from when he had you tied up. You weren’t being as cruel as he would be. You didn’t toy with him as much and you weren’t nearly as mean, quite the opposite actually. You were being so soft and sweet.

That’s when it hit him. You didn’t want control. You just wanted some soft loving.

“Untie me”

“No.”

“Untie me, baby please?”

“Steve” you whined

“Untie me and I’ll give you what you want.”

You tore your eyes open, glaring down at him.

He let out a deep sigh before uttering the words “I’ll be a good boy.”

You couldn’t believe he actually said it. Steve never gave up control. Ever.

“Just let me touch you? Please?” He begged.

Steve Rogers. Captain freaking America, begging you to let him touch you.

He was right, you were a horrible dom.

You moved your hands to the cuffs. The fingerprint scanner Shuri had put in there proved to work perfectly as they clicked open the second your finger pad touched the middle part.

“You can keep the cuffs, just know that they only open with my touch” you said, flinging the piece of vibranium on the floor.

“Good, I don’t plan on using them with anyone else.” Steve breathed, sitting up as his hands flew to your waist.

He put his head against your chest, the side of his face pressed against your sternum.

“Steve” you exhaled. Part of you had expected him to take back control right away, flipping you over and fucking you into the mattress until you came so many times you saw stars (and stripes lol).

Instead, Steve just held you like that for a while. 

This was probably the most intimate moment you had ever shared with Steve. And it made you realize how much you had been longing for this, how much you needed to just…feel him. To let go with him. Not just of control, of everything. Steve owned you. Mind, body and soul. 

The palms of his hands were pressed flat against your back, holding you close against him while your hands played with his hair.

He was still buried deep inside of you, but neither of you moved, just basking in body heat, enjoying each others embrace.

“I’m kinda offended that you feel like you had to tie me up for this.” Steve finally spoke up.

For a split second, you thought you saw hurt flash through his eyes.

“Oh Stevie” you cradled his face, ducking down to press a slow kiss against his lips.

You both moaned into the kiss, suddenly aware of your position, you slowly started moving again.

You both kept each other close as you found a pleasurable pace.

“I’m sorry.” he breathed in between moans.

“W-what for?” You asked hazily.

“For…oh fuck…for making you feel like you…shit…like you couldn’t just…a-ask” he spoke as the pleasure increased with the tempo, his cock hitting your prostate with every move.  

“Oh Steve!” You moaned loudly. Feeling his fingers slide down to stroke your cock.

Your orgasm came over you in waves, drowning everything around you out for a blissful moment as you rode it through, marking Steve's chest with your cum.

The clenching of your asshole and the angelic sounds tumbling over your lips made Steve shudder as he shot his hot load inside of you.

“Oh FUCK, BABY!” He almost crushed your body against his. Grip tightening around you as you felt his warm seed covering the fluttering walls of your asshole.

Steve pressed his lips against yours as you both road out your highs.

Chests heaved against one other. The smell of sex surrounded your sweat and cum covered bodies, but neither of you cared.

When he softly pulled away from the kiss, he leaned his forehead against yours before falling back against the bed, taking you with him.

You stayed on top of him for a second until he finally rolled you over and gently pulled out of you.

“I’ll be right back.” He pressed a chaste kiss against your cheek before disappearing into the bathroom.

His absence only lasted a few minutes, but it gave you time to take off your tie, dropping it on the floor next to the rest of your discarded clothes. 

Steve returned wearing a fresh pair of boxer shorts, carrying a wet washing cloth and a little towel in his hands.  

He only gave you a soft smile. Wordlessly cleaning up the mess between your thighs and on your chest before getting rid of the towel. He gave you one of his clean boxers, fighting off the fresh wave of dirty thoughts that seeing you in his underwear brought on. You quietly put them on, blushing as Steve came to lie down next to you, immediately pulling you close.

“You okay?” You both spoke up at the same time, giggling a little at the slightly awkward moment.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” You said with a smile.

He grinned back at you, “me too.”

A comfortable silence settled in between the two of you. This time you were the one to break it.

“Well…that was…different.”

“Yeah…it was.” Steve replied 

“did you..I mean…was it good different or…or bad different?”

Steve turned to look at you. Studying your face for a moment before leaning in and pressing a sweet kiss against your lips. 

“I don’t ever want anyone else." He said when he pulled back. 

You didn’t know how to reply, so you just looked at him with soft eyes, allowing him to continue.

“I know that this…thing…between us has been… it’s just…I want you to know that it’s more than just blowing off steam or something. And I’m sorry for making you feel like you couldn’t talk to me about…you know…trying to slow it down a little sometimes…”

Trying your best not to burst into tears like a lovesick teenager, you swallowed before speaking again. 

“I know you’ve been through a lot, Steve. I just want you to know that…I’m not going anywhere.”

“Me neither, baby. You couldn’t get rid of me if you tried.” he gave you a goofy smile.

“Now who’s going soft on who, rogers?” You teased.

“Keep talking and that’s not gonna be a problem for much longer, sweetheart,” he said, leaning in to capture your lips once more as you felt his cock already starting to harden against your hip.

Safe (John Constantine x GN!Reader)

Pairing:  John Constantine (LoT ver.) x Gender Neutral Reader Rating: General Audiences Words: 654 POV: Second Summary: The Big Tober Day 5 - Falling asleep together Tags: fluff, John is a self-loathing little shit but we love him for it, and uhhh cuddles?

A trail of steam followed John into the living room, the hot water still evaporating off his body. You smiled as he plopped down next to you on the couch. Now he was so close, you could smell your shower gel in his damp hair. You owned shampoo; John just grabbed whatever. You didn’t mind. How could you be worried by such minor things anyway as John lied down on the couch with his head in your lap. He was making your pyjamas wet, but it would dry in due time. “What are we watching?” Your boyfriend mumbled sleepily, eyes half-open as they stared at the TV. You put one arm over his chest, knowing he liked the weight of you on him in some way. 

“It has vampires,” you chuckled. John groaned. He hated all those tacky TV shows; you loved them even more now, because they always made your boyfriend start raving. Today, you were feeling nice, so switched the vampire show out for an animated movie. John was thankful for your mercy. He was barely two minutes into it, or he started demanding you were changing positions on the couch. 

You followed his instructions and lied down, with your back propped up against the arm rest. John then draped himself over you like a blanket. His weight was comforting. Sometimes you worried the warlock had his last day flirting with death. Those days you couldn't wait for the doors to open to reveal your boyfriend covered in the gunk of the day. The alternative was calling him all day, but you always figured neither you nor John would like that. 

Today had been one of those days. You felt anxious all day, which was instantly relieved when John returned, covered to the knee in graveyard dirt. It was now that his weight was on you, that you felt truly calm. He was here and he was all yours now. You looked down, watching the light of the TV dance on John’s sleepy face. You ran a hand across his back and arms, letting him know you were here too. 

John sometimes worried sick about you too. He wanted the world to be a safe place for you. Meanwhile, he was followed by all sorts of demons, making his presence the exact opposite of what he wished for you. Yet here you were, anchoring him and becoming the safe space for him instead. You made him feel like he was exorcised from the demons of his past, present and future. In times like this, he often wondered what he could do to repay you. 

“You’re thinking too hard,” you mumbled when you noticed the shift in John’s face. You were not stupid and you knew better than anyone that your boyfriend was just a bunch of edgelords in a trenchcoat held together by magic, cigarettes and self-loathing. He was so easy to read, easier to play like a kazoo. In response to your off-handed comment, John grumbled like he always did when you were super right. You chuckled. He was cute when he got a little pouty like he was now. “Come on, you’re tired.” You wormed yourself free and turned the TV off. John was on the couch a little longer, until you left for the bedroom. You undressed along the way, ending up in bed in just your underwear. You were lying on your bed for less than ten seconds, when John joined you, putting his head on your shoulder and an arm around you. 

You kissed his forehead, his eyes closing right after. “Let’s not wake up early,” your boyfriend mumbled sleepily. You hummed in agreement, your own eyes closing. You drifted in that peace, not falling asleep yet until you heard the soft snoring of the man lying half on top of you. That melody led you to the land of the dreaming as well. You were safe. 

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          “What’s in your head?” Law placed his fingers under your jaw to lift your head, running his thumb under your eye. “I’ve been hearing your pretty voice each time less lately.” He kept holding your chin until you looked away from the book that was in your hands, making you sigh softly.

“Nothing,” you said simply.

Law furrowed his eyebrows, as if silently saying ‘really?’ with that look. A sigh escaped his lips as he shook his head, taking the book away from your hands and slipping the bookmark between the pages before he set it aside.

You’d been all around the submarine lately, meaning you were most likely bored, looking for something to do. He’d already seen you in the lounge, looking out the portholes, in his cabin, playing cards with Shachi, Bepo, and Penguin… Now, you were in the library. He doubted you were actually reading the book you had in hand, since there were three others on the table as well.

“Bored?” He knew it was obvious, but he needed to start somewhere.

“Yeah,” you sighed in response, eyes averting away for a moment before meeting his again once he started caressing your cheekbone. “I mean, I’ve just been bored with everything. Bad sensation.”

No response came from Law at first, but he eventually sighed and nodded. “Must be stress. Can I touch you more or would that be overwhelming?”

“You can,” you answered without giving it too much thought. Maybe some love was precisely what you needed, and you didn’t want to ruin it by overthinking. Your own mind had been giving you a hard time lately.

Law took a seat beside you and sighed, running his fingers through your hair while he used his free hand to set his hat on the table. He leaned in and pressed his lips to yours gently. It was different from the kisses you’d been receiving these days. This one carried a comforting tone as Law cupped your cheek and let his lips move gently over yours. He really wasn’t the best at expressing his feelings, but you could actually understand and feel it after getting to know him better.

“You’ve been distant lately,” Law whispered between kisses, giving your lips slow pecks. “I missed you, y’know? Even when you’re just sitting in my office or napping with your head on my shoulder.”

A hum came from you as you kept your eyes closed, just focusing on his touches. “Boring,” you muttered. Nothing had been catching your attention lately.

“Well, I’m fixing that. I’m taking you back,” he whispered, placing his free hand on your waist as he leaned in and kissed you deeper this time. Your hands immediately held on to his upper arms as you kissed back, successfully having your mind easing while Law held the kiss. His tongue ran across your bottom lip before it pushed into your mouth, his tongue piercing brushing against your tongue while you slowly made out. “I think,” Law whispered as his kisses descended to your neck, “that you need some love.” His breath fanned over your skin, making it rise in shivers.

“Some love?” You mumbled, letting your head tilt to the side as Law kept running his lips over your skin.

“A lot of love,” he corrected himself.

Your breath hitched in your throat, your cheeks growing warmer. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Too bad.” He kissed your neck a couple of times more before he pulled away and stood up, holding your wrist, so he could take you with him out of the library. “I think I can make some free time now,” he said as the two of you walked down the halls. “Only for my sweetheart, though.” Despite the flatness in his voice, his words still had your heart fluttering.

“Yeah?” You muttered, receiving a small smile in response as he glanced over his shoulder and, soon, you were in your shared cabin.

Law closed the door and immediately stepped closer to you, kicking off his shoes before his arms were around you. At first, it was just a nice hug, later having the addition of soft kisses being pressed to your lips again.

“Do you think I’ll also be boring to you?” His hands ran up and down your sides a couple of times, continuing the motion even after they slipped under your shirt.

A smile crept to your lips as you wrapped your arms around his neck, sighing. “Depends on you, actually. Will you bore me?” You brushed your nose against his gently.

He exhaled humorously, rolling his eyes a bit as his hands stilled around your waist and squeezed it. “I’d rather show you, angel.”

Law kissed you again, keeping the kisses slow but with that nice rhythm that kept you on the edge, starting to make the blood flow to between your legs, while he slowly guided you back until the edge of the bed hit the back of your legs. He broke away from the kiss, which would frustrate you if he didn’t actually start unbuttoning his shirt and then undoing his jeans, so you started to undress as well.

Underwear off, Law made a motion for you to get on the bed, and he grabbed something from the beside table’s drawer before he was on top of you. He kissed you a couple of times again, leaving aside whatever he had gotten before he was settling himself down between your legs, letting your thighs over his as he sat on the mattress. His lips trailed down your jaw, and unlike earlier, he actually started nipping on the skin this time, adding up soft sucking when reaching your neck.

“Missed this, honestly,” Law whispered as he ran his hands up and down your bare sides, letting his hands go up to your chest this time. “I actually wanted to do this before, but I concluded you needed some space,” he said as he gently fondled your chest, feeling all of your skin with big, rough hands. “And I’d hate to bother my sweetheart,” he added.

You hummed softly in response, needing a moment to organize your thoughts and process his words—he was so sweet, it made your cheeks heat up. “'T’s okay,” you mumbled in response, letting your hands curl around the bedsheets, “I’m loving this.”

A small smile tugged on Law’s lips before they were pressed to your collarbones and his grip took place on your hips now. His touches were gentle and caring, as if he were holding something that’d already been broken before, and he didn’t want it to happen again. He pressed a kiss to your side, and the place was surprisingly sensitive, already making you squirm a little under him. He exploited that, nipping on the skin until he could snatch a soft hiss from you while your cock twitched between your legs.

“You’re so pretty,” Law whispered as he kept kissing your torso, going to your chest this time. He let his lips linger over the skin, breath hot over it, making you shiver and unconsciously lean into his touches. “Sometimes I have to hold myself back from staying in the cabin all day long, just being with you. I don’t think I have… I give you the attention you deserved.” Even though he didn’t say it, you knew it was about the attention he wanted from you, instead. He was quite possessive, even though he’d never admit any of it. He was always sending glares from behind you whenever he noticed someone’s suspicious behavior towards you.

A shaky sigh escaped your lips as you felt Law’s mouth work on your chest, kissing and nipping until there was a mark right there. He moved to do the same to your neck, right on a spot that was difficult to hide. His mouth felt hot and wet, and feeling his cock graze against the inside of your thigh when he leaned more over you just made you more excited for it.

Honestly, it was impressive the power Law held over you. You’d been in such a bland mood that quickly evolved into excitement the moment he came to comfort and help you.

“Everything okay so far?” Law asked, his face in front of yours again.

“Yes.” You nodded with a hum, smiling a little, caressing his cheek.

He nodded before he kissed you again, keeping the kiss going while he reached for something, and you heard the familiar sound of the lube tube opening. You didn’t bother opening your eyes, so you couldn’t help the little startled gasp that came from your lips the moment you felt Law’s hands between your legs. His thumb tugged on your ass cheek lightly as his fingers brushed against your entrance, only circling it until he finally started to push in.

The intrusion wasn’t that nice, at first, bringing a discomfort along with the burning sensation of being stretched since it’d been a while since the last time; however, it only took a few pumps of Law’s finger for the feeling to be subsided. It repeated itself, the discomfort and burning making another appearance once Law inserted a second finger, then it disappeared sooner than in the first time. The way his fingers sank to the last knuckle and curled up inside you, pressing just to your prostate… Fuck, Law already had you leaking as you arched your back under him, moaning into his mouth.

Finally, Law broke the ‘kiss’, both of you already breathing out of pace.

“Love touching you,” Law whispered, voice low as he grabbed the lube again. A few moans escaped his lips while he lubed himself up this time, wiping his hand messily on the sheets before he lifted your thigh against your torso. “Still okay?”

You nodded, and it didn’t take long before you felt his cock against your hole, this time. It had both of you hissing at first, occasionally moaning at your needs starting to be fulfilled. Your eyes focused on his face, observing the pleased look he had on while slowly pushing his cock into you—his eyes looked right back into yours through those dark bangs of his, compelling you to look away immediately.

“No, no, no,” Law mumbled as his hand took hold of your jaw, turning your head to him. “Eyes on me, sweetheart.”

Law kept holding your jaw as he started moving his hips, making you gasp and moan, though you really wanted to just cover your face or hide in some way. That made you feel exposed, vulnerable with him. You knew you couldn’t even close your eyes—the last time you were in a situation like that, Law refused to keep fucking you unless you had your eyes on him the entire time. Your hands tightened around the bedsheets, and you clenched around Law with the way he kept fucking you while keeping your eyes on him so shamelessly; it made him moan in return.

After a moment, Law did let go of you—he focused on holding both of your thighs up against your torso, adjusting his position to make it easier for him to fuck into you, and you were so thankful for that.

You threw your head back against the pillow while arching your back with how nicely Law reached deep inside you, reaching all the nice spots as he molded his cock in you repeatedly. Your thighs quivered under his touch, another sign for him that you were enjoying this so much.

“Mmm, you feel so good,” Law moaned openly, tightening his grip around your thigh, letting his fingers sink into the fat of your thighs. The moans just escaped his mouth blatantly, demonstrating how much you pleased him, and permeating the room wantonly along with your own moans and the very sound of skin slapping against skin. It was obscene, only managing to turn you on even more.

The back of your thigh pressed to Law’s upper arm as he shifted a little, still moving his hips while he wrapped his hand around your cock. You couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips, connected to a string of moans when his grip tightened, and he moved his hand in pace with his thrusts, only taking occasional pauses to gather the pre-cum that escaped your tip to use it as a makeshift lube. It felt good, of course. Sometimes, it seemed like Law knew your body better than you did yourself, and there’d be no surprise if he really did.

“Shit,” Law hissed as he took a pause—the way you’d been clenching around him, pulling his cock deeper inside you, was making his mind shortcut easily. He let your leg rest over his shoulder before he started fucking you again, driving his hips into yours with more strength and precision. He let go of the thigh he’d been holding, so he could make you look at him again, fingers pressing your cheeks together a little. “Eyes on me,” he said breathlessly.

You felt ashamed, of course. So exposed and open towards Law, but there was nothing you could do while you squirmed under him, gripping on the sheets and practically moaning with every move of his. Having him fuck you while also jerking you off had you nearing your edge sooner than you’d like it to be, but it only made sense you were sensitive like that after a while without a nice fuck.

“Law,” you whined, feeling the knot in your lower stomach tightening, balls tightening.

“A little longer,” he said, voice tight as he also tightened his grip around your face. “Fuck,” he gasped, snapping his hips against yours.

You couldn’t help it, actually. Your orgasm hit you before you knew it, but it was all Law’s fault, thumbing at your tip so nicely while fucking straight into your prostate. Arching your back, you pushed more into Law’s hand, toes curling and mind going blank as you came over Law’s hand and your torso. He looked straight into your face as you did it, holding your head still so that he could take in every detail.

Of course, Law kept fucking you, continuing to move his hips and his hand, not minding the way you already seemed to squirm in overstimulation—it only made you clench around him more, so deliciously. He just chased his own high, cumming hard inside you, making sure to fuck it all inside you before he could finally stop, taking a long moment just sitting still until the throbbing between his legs subsided.

His head felt light after that, and he wondered if yours did as well. If not, his job wasn’t done.

When Law looked at you again, your eyes were on the ceiling, gaze distant and hazy. He pulled out of you as he moved over, kissing the finger marks over your cheeks until he reached your lips, slowly grounding you.

“You good, angel?” He whispered, breathing heavily, just like you did. You nodded faintly, averting your eyes to him; he smiled. “I’ll fix us a shower.”

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EACH OTHER'S TEMPTATIONS

dom!joel miller x dad!male reader

genre: neighbor joel, no outbreak au, explicit, minors dni

summary: an affair between a married man and a single father that hadn’t been together since his wife came back and each passing moment, they eventually ended back in each others arms

warnings: strong language, infidelity, joel is 40, reader is 38, unprotected P in A, dirty talk, oral, pet names, riding, creampies, kissing, dom! joel into sub!joel ;), low-key inspired by porn; taking a page out of @/psychedelic-ink’s book!

word count: 963 words (i went overboard . . . again ;p)

a/n: soooo. i was reading @/gracieispunk HBF story and i thought of this little draft so i had to give you guys something considering i haven’t been writing anything for so long and losing motivation for anything. (but somehow had motivation for this) I just wanted to give you guys this! This is supposed to be a drabble, so it doesn't exist in the drunken series !

“Hey, Sarah? Have you seen your father?” Adaline asks.

Sarah shakes her head in disagreement, holding a thin line on her lips. “No, I haven't seen him.

Panting, moans, and smacks were radiating from your bedroom. Holding your headboard, Joel’s cock was jackhammering your ass — while Joel had laid still. Hearing your cries leaving your lips was Joel’s ecstasy. Joel’s hands on your hips were melted on your skin.

Your ass slapping against his thighs, Joel’s face had lust and determination spilling from his mouth with his grunts and low-sounding moans. He couldn't keep himself away from you. He yearned for you ever since Adaline came back home.

Attempts to keep your distance from each other failed when Joel found himself knocking on your door.

With Joel’s cock buried inside you and you moaning his name.

“Joel! JOEL!” You moan.

“Sl-slow down a bit, city boy,” Joel breathed. “I won't last long if you go so fast from the start.”

“I-I can't help it, Joel. I just missed having your monster-sized dick inside me so fucking much!” You panted. “I’m going crazy!”

“I know, just calm down for a second, city boy!”

You stopped, and Joel brought your face closer to his, and your lips melted together in an electrifying kiss.

“Are you going to punish me if I don't, Mr. Miller?” You question.

Joel has this look of rage for a split second but he gets rid of it before you can even notice.

“You asked for it, city boy!” Joel grunted. Bring your body closer to his; Joel’s hips have a mind of their own as his cock is deeper inside you. You can't help but grab the pillows he was lying on and almost rip the fabric.

“Oh Yes, Joel! Punish me, teach me a lesson!” You moaned.

“Fuck! Please fuck me harder!”

Joel had rolled you to lay you on your back and slid his cock slowly inside you. You were looking into each other eyes. Joel’s hands were branding your inner thighs as he stared at you. “You have no idea how much I missed you, city boy,” Joel confessed.

“I missed you too.” Joel leaned down and kissed you. You could feel Joel’s smile in between kisses, and it caused you to smile. You could feel the scruff of his beard under your finger tips.

Joel rested his forehead on top of yours. His eyes darken as his hips rock into you. Your moans bounce off Joel’s smirk on his face. Your hands reach his back; his back muscles clench under your touch. His face turns into a look of frustration and concentration. Joel clenches his teeth and starts rocking his hips faster into you. Your moans bounce off the walls in your room.

Joel’s grunts are music to your ears. You missed how he sounded, how his dick was the only one that could make you moan this much. Getting away from Joel was one of the hardest things you’ve had to do in a long time.

“Your pussy, misses my cock so much, city boy. It remembers the shape so well,” Joel smirked.

“You feel so good! I can't even think straight anymore!” You grit.

“Baby, I need to cum inside you again. I miss that so pussy, so bad,” Joel whined. You kiss Joel, and his hips speed up — your moans bounce in his mouth. His lips travel down your jaw onto your neck. Your moans become blissful with every kiss planted on your neck.

Joel’s cock slips out of you, and you both chuckle lightly. Joel kisses you softly, and you can't help but smile.

“Fuck it,” You mutter.

You flip Joel to be on his back and hover your ass. You slide your ass down to the base of his cock. You hiss in pain, but quickly, pain turns into pleasure.

“Ba-baby, I what are you doing?” Joel asks, dumbfounded.

“I can't take it anymore, I need your cum, Joel. I need it,” You grit, bouncing up and down his cock.

Joel’s hands and yours were intertwined, and you firmly placed them next to his head. You were going fast, and you knew it. You could feel Joel’s cock pulsate deep inside you — you knew he would cum soon.

“Fuck — baby.” Joel whimper. “You're gonna make me cum soon!”

“Please, Joel,” You state, bouncing your ass faster. “I want your it so bad.”

“Gimmie access to my hands, and I’ll give you what you want,” Joel smirked.

You shook your head. “I can't. I can feel your cock twitch inside me — I think I’m going to cum.”

“Cum on me, baby. Do what you have to do,” Joel commanded.

Your pace goes faster as you see strings of cum string along Joel’s chest. Your grip on his hands loosens, and he doesn't waste time grabbing your hands and drilling his cock inside you.

“You want my cum, city boy? I’m going to give it to you!” Joel exclaimed.

Your hands find his broad shoulders. Your moans reach Joel’s ear while his grunts get yours.

“Oh god, baby. I’m gonna cum deep inside your pussy!” Joel exclaimed.

With one final thrust, Joel’s cock twitched inside you, and groans escaped his lips. You collapse on Joel’s hardened — cum covered chest. You and Joel are both covered in sweat, cum, and lust and are both panting heavily. You missed the adrenaline rush that you used to get after Joel fucked you. You look at Joel with a smile, and Joel smiles at you.

“I need to shower, city boy. Wanna join me?”

“Yeah,” You nodded. “I could shower.”

The smile on Joel’s face became a shit-eating grin you hadn't seen in a long time. “Okay, let’s get going.”

Love bites

Pairing: Vinsmoke Sanji x [gender neutral] Reader Kinktober prompt: Biting Tags: Clingy Sanji / He's very vocal / Cums untouched

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          Sometimes, Sanji was clingy, just like that. He’d spend every second of his free time with his arms wrapped around you, his face pressed to your neck if possible. It was a little impressive for how long he stood there doing that, but you just got used to it after some point.

You could tell Sanji had been holding himself back from doing it lately. It was easy after you caught on a little pattern that happened over a couple of times when you went to check up on him in the kitchen, as usual. He sat across from you while the food heated up on the stove, elbow on the counter and cheek against his palm, his free hand in yours. His fingers just played lightly with your own, and he made a little talk. He kept the touches and talk at a minimum; it was hard to stop after starting, but he couldn’t go through long hours without at least having you around.

Of course, there was time to be together after he left the kitchen clean for the night, but it only meant spending the night together since he always woke up very early.

When Nami alerted you about the next island finally showing up on the horizon, you could see Sanji’s eyes shine a little. He made sure to leave a detailed list for the others regarding what he was going to need from the island, making sure to hand it to Nami. You also saw him fight with Zoro for a couple of minutes over who’d be the one staying back to watch the ship. There was some dedication.

“(Y/n), my dear!” Sanji called as soon as the others left, hands clasped together as he twirled over with heart-eyes. His arms wrapped around your neck once he got close enough, and he stood there with that silly smile. Impossible to resist. You kissed his cheek, hugging him in return and giving his cheek a kiss. A soft red tone took over his cheeks. “Another?”

You hummed softly in response, giving his other cheek a kiss, which made him melt a little more into your arms. His lips parted open, but he never really had the opportunity to say anything; you kissed him gently, making his breath hitch in his throat before Sanji could actually start kissing you in return.

Despite how agonizing it had been to spend the past days with limited touches from Sanji during the day, you were kind of grateful for it—kissing and holding him now felt much better. His lips against yours felt inexplicably nice and comforting.

The little make-out session lasted for a few minutes, but not because you grew tired of it or anything. Sitting under the shade of one of the trees on the deck seemed a lot better, even more so with the lovely weather on the island. It wasn’t as awfully hot as it’d been for the past days in the open sea.

Whatever Sanji muttered fell incoherent. He let you sit with your back against the wall, half lying down, and he was practically thrown across you as he pressed his face to your shoulder.

Okay. You smiled a little bit, running your fingers through his hair gently, gently massaging his scalp with the tip of your fingers with the hand that wasn’t holding him; it was something that made him quickly melt. He hummed softly but didn’t do a lot. He loved receiving affection just as much as he loved giving it.

Sanji’s hair fell back with the position, and you pulled his shirt’s collar down a bit, exposing his neck more. It made his skin rise in shivers. Tempting.

It was possible to hear Sanji’s breath stop in his throat the moment your lips met the side of his neck. He even tensed up a little, though he didn’t do anything to stop you, just sitting there and enjoying the soft kisses pressed along the side of his neck. One of the hands he had around you clenched onto your clothes when you went a little lower, below his ear. You knew his sweet spot was around that area, and finding it wasn’t hard; you pressed your lips to different spots on the skin until you found his pulse, and he even squirmed a little with the number of kisses pressed there.

“Sanji,” you whispered quietly into his ear, your lips grazing over it lightly. “Can I leave a mark? It’s been a while.”

The quiet sound Sanji made was muffled against your shoulder, but you could still catch onto the needy tone it carried. “Yeah,” he mumbled, moving his head a little so that you could hear him clearly.

You hummed softly, nose running along the skin until you were pressing kisses to his neck again. There were kisses to his sweet spot again, this time mixed with a little of tongue, and Sanji’s grip on your clothes became tighter. It felt like he was holding his breath, stiff and unmoving for a solid minute, and you could confirm it with the harsh exhalation followed by a deep inhale at the moment your lips closed around the skin. Your teeth nipped on his neck gently at first, but then you started sucking and teething more on it, sometimes pausing to lick and kiss the skin to give it a break.

Sanji’s breath was a little out of pace by the time you were finished, a soft groan escaping his lips once he noticed you were finally done.

Whatever Sanji had to say turned into a broken sound once your lips attached to his skin again. The other mark had been quite low, under his collar, but he deserved one that was actually visible, right? One that showed he belonged to you.

Despite not being as sensitive as the other spot, having your teeth tugging on the skin a little below his ear made Sanji gasp again. He inhaled shakily, adjusting his position a little to present his neck better to you, but it made you slip a little.

“Shit,” you whispered, clicking your tongue. “Sanji.” You sighed, patting Sanji’s shoulder lightly. His visible eye was a little hazy when he looked at you, peeking through messy strands of hair.

“Did I do something wrong?” He pouted a little.

“No, no! Let me just—” You patted his shoulder again, and he sat up properly, letting you sit up as well. Your back stung a little, but that wasn’t the priority at the moment. Now that you noticed it, your breathing was also a little out of pace, so you needed a moment before pointing a thumb back. “Cabin?”

          Sanji’s tongue peeked between his lips, wetting them as he leaned his head back against the pillow and watched you move closer, his hands immediately holding your waist before you even settled yourself down, straddling his lips.

“(Y/n),” he mumbled, eyeing your lips, before you pulled him a little closer by his tie and kissed him again. A sigh escaped his lips with a tone of relief, and the mood that you two had created earlier slowly came back. His hands rubbed up and down your waist in such a nice motion, almost soothingly if it weren’t for the urgency of the moment.

You opted to give Sanji multiple pecks instead of a single long kiss, sometimes nibbling on his lips just to snatch a little whimper from him, while your hands worked on undoing the buttons of his blazer, then his tie, and lastly his shirt. The shirt and blazer were pulled down enough to expose one of his pale shoulders, and his skin was already rising in shivers once again as you planted kisses down his jaw, neck, and just then his shoulder.

Sanji found it difficult to lie still. His grip tightened to pull you closer as you nibbled on the skin. It became red easily, the gentle touches making his breath hitch in his throat, sending sparkles down his spine and having him crave more, but he wouldn’t plead.

Finally, though, you gave him a love bite on his neck; it made Sanji gasp, arching his back a little.

“(Y/n),” Sanji gasped, momentarily relaxing once you started pressing kisses over the bite mark.

You smiled proudly at the bite mark, seeing the shape of your teeth on the skin. Sanji looked at you, seeming like he wanted to say something, but your attention was somewhere else already.

In general, Sanji was a sensitive person, but it took a little more effort to actually explore it. For example, the way Sanji’s chest could actually be very sensitive. The first times you touched him, you presumed it was just a normal reaction coming from him, but the more you lingered there, the more you noticed how squirmy it could make him.

As your mouth met Sanji’s peck, his breath already hitched in his throat, coming out as a moan once you started nibbling on the skin. Sanji’s hands moved, one wrapping around the bedsheets and the other around your shoulder, pulling you closer at the same time he arched his back. The way your teeth sank into the skin around his nipple had whimpers spilling from his lips, even more so when you started sucking on it, making the pink bud even brighter.

Just the feeling of your tongue running flat against his nipple was enough to make him throw his head back against the pillow, pushing his hips up against yours, but he knew better than to disturb you. Soon, there were soothing kisses over his chest, just for them to be suddenly replaced by a harsh bite around his nipple that made Sanji let out a fucking loud moan. His hand wrapped tightly around your shoulder as he squirmed, but he didn’t hate the pain. It sent a nice feeling down to his lower stomach. His pants felt so fucking tight by now, and he could feel himself leaking already.

Once you let go, Sanji took a deep breath, whimpering a little as he tried to come back to reality. The area where you’d bitten throbbed, and his cock also throbbed between his legs.

“Fuck,” he breathed, covering his eyes with the back of his hand. He’d fucking missed that.

The mattress sank under your knees as you shifted on the bed until your lips were over Sanji’s abdomen this time. The kisses you placed there were just soft distractions while your hands worked on unbuttoning his pants, taking your time to do it to give Sanji a little break. He was already a mess. He deserved it.

When you started undressing him once again, though, you only removed his pants. Sanji was a little disappointed, but he didn’t mind how you were taking longer. You could take all the time you wanted, after all this time he spent holding himself back, as far as he was concerned.

Your eyes lingered on the wet stain on Sanji’s boxers, pondering your options, but you decided to just leave it be, at least for now.

Sanji’s heartbeat picked up a little when you started lowering the waistband of his boxers. It didn’t go that far, though, just low enough so that you could nibble on his hip. The area was also sensitive, not surprisingly; Sanji had to struggle to keep his legs still and not close his thighs around you while you did that. Just the little nibbles were enough to have his toes curling while his knuckles went white around the bedsheets, in a way you needed to actually hold his thighs when biting down on his hip.

Incoherent sounds came from Sanji, some of them resembling his name and others just in a pleading tone. It even gave you a little more motivation to leave a bite mark on his waist as well. Sanji’s breathing faltered in a way that resembled a sob, cock visibly twitching through his boxers.

Honestly, your patience was running thinner a little faster now. You went ahead to biting on Sanji’s thigh without kissing or nibbling on the skin first, leaving behind marks of love bites that Sanji loved so much. The best was saved for last, of course—the inner side of Sanji’s thighs was one of his favorite spots to be touched, always making him feel so fucking good.

Sanji really couldn’t help it—the way you also started sucking hickeys into the inside of his thighs, nipping on the thin skin, biting and teasing it… He was too lost to notice that you’d already paused, now only watching him breathe heavily, staring at the ceiling with hazy eyes as he tried to come down to reality.

Did he really come untouched again? You raised your eyebrows a little, hooking your finger around the waistband of his boxers to pull it down just enough to show the sticky mess his cock was in.

“Already?” You clicked your tongue, but Sanji could notice a hint of a smile on your face. “Yeah, we can do better than that.”

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Drinking Water

(Pairing): Neuvilette x gn!reader

(Synopsis): You can’t taste the difference between water from different sources much to Neuvilette’s irritation

(Tags/Warnings): reader messes with Neuvi (if I missed something lmk)

(Word Count): 400

(A/n): Based off of a conversation I had with my mom and the irony isn’t lost on me, a blog called “water to drink” making a mini fic about drink water

Art by: Sophie Sachs

“It just taste the same, Neuvi.” You said as you put the glass down on the table next to the other glass cups filled with water

“Perhaps you’re not focusing on the taste.” Neuvilette argued

“You said that when I tried the 4th sample.”

“I’m trying to understand, how you don’t notice at least the at least a slight difference between them.”

“I don’t know, it’s just water.” You said as you looked at the man making you do this

The two of you have been doing this for a couple of hours, the sun has already begun to set and you two are still at this. This situation had been spurred on when Neuvilette caught you about to drink water from the tap. He immediately became a lecture on how tap water has many additives that effect the taste and quality of the water, which you told the Chief Justice you really don’t care as long as it doesn’t taste weird or look heavily contaminated

Apparently this response didn’t pleased him, so he went and got all of the samples of water he had in wherever the world he keeps them and made you sit down and drink them. Water from Mondstadt’s Cider Lake, Liyue’s Qingxu Pool, and a bunch of other places you can’t be bothered to remember the name

You can taste the slight difference, but you decided to mess with him for a bit. Saying that all of the samples taste the same to see the usually composed man slowly become frustrated with you not noticing any differences. It’s just water

You reach over and grab the cup filled with tap water, you can tell it apart from the others because it’s the only one that isn’t in one of the fancy glass cups that Neuvilette always insists on drinking from whenever he drinks his precious water. You watched as the man in front of you grimaced as you drank the “unclean water”, a devious plan hatched in your head on what to do next

“Actually my tap water tastes better than that water.”

“I… I…” The muttered before standing up from his chair. “I need a moment.” Neuvilette walks into his study and closes the door behind him. After a few minutes rain starts coming down hard

You get up from your seat and make your way to his study to apologize