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ivyppoison · 20 hours

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LOVE POTIONS

pairing : jason todd ⠀𝒙⠀ fem!reader

summary : where play fighting with jason ends with his face between your thighs.

𐙚 warnings : derogatory language, smut, oral [ f. receiving ]

words : 0.835k

note. I reverted back to my old fic setup because I felt that the new one was too much.

#. main masterlist. | dc masterlist. | jason todd masterlist.

OCCASIONALLY, YOU FORCED yourself to stay awake until Jason returned from his mundane nights on patrol. The window was still open, your favourite pair of lace curtains dancing in the breeze.

Your gaze was focused on the dim floor of your phone in front of you as Jason exited the bathroom with an audible sigh. The soft flick of the lights left only the lamp on your bedside table emitting the bedroom.

Without looking at him, you opened your arms so that he could lay in the comfort of your body, your free hand running through the silken strands of his damp hair.

“What are you doing?” He mumbled, resting his body weight on yours, inhibiting your ability to escape from underneath him.

“‘m texting Barbs,” you replied, the sound of your fingers clicking against the screen ringing quietly through the room.

“About what?” He asked, his eyes closing as he leaned into your touch.

“Nothing much honestly,” you answered,

“Are you talkin’ shit about me?” He questioned, turning his body to lock his gaze with yours.

“Maybe,” you teased bashfully, letting out a small laugh as he raised his eyebrow in raw curiosity

“Let me see,” he commented, gesturing for you to hand him the phone.

You shook your hand, as you held it away from him, watching as he let out a sigh.

“Come here,” he huffed, grabbing your waist as he reached for the phone.

You resisted his hold, attempting to keep it away from him, however he managed to snatch it from your grip, desperate to look at the messages between the two of you.

Launching your body at him, you latched to his, reaching out for the phone before he pushed you over, throwing the phone on to the silken sheets of the bed.

“Don’t,” you warned, pointing your finger at him as he looked down at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes.

Trickled laughter echoed through the room as he moved his hands towards your torso as he began to tickle at your sides.

“Stop, please ──,” you laughed, hitting him on the chest as you begged him, his hands moving to hold your wrists above your head with his hand. “Let go of me,” you giggled.

A gasp escaped your lips as his free hand moved towards your inner thighs, his nimble fingers grazing atop the sensitive skin inches away from your wet heat.

“This is so unfair,” you mumbled, his thumb ghosting over your folds through the fabric of your panties.

“Why?” Jason asked, practically teasing your bud through the comfort of your underwear with his fingers as he stared down at you.

Shaking your head as you refused to answer him, you placed your hands over your eyes whilst you could feel his hand play with your dripping pussy.

“Tell me,” he encouraged.

“Because I need you,” you huffed, closing your eyes as you felt his fingers hook the lace, pulling your panties down before lifting your leg up slightly, lungs heaving.

“‘you okay?” He asked, moving down the curves of your body as he pressed a kiss to your stomach, watching you with a hypnotic expression.

“Yeah, I’m okay,” you huffed, a small smile on your face before the pleasure of his lips against your puffy folds tore a lewd whimper out of your throat. Using his tongue to lap at your soaked cunt, your fingers intertwined with the strands of his hair once more, pulling them gently to resolve the remaining friction you still needed to send you overboard.

What sent you into a state of bliss was when he looked up at you with those drunken and dazed hazel eyes of his. He was eager to taste you, begging to consume you whole.

Drunk and poisoned with the bittersweet taste of you.

The way he licked at your heat emitted butterflies at the pit of your stomach. Hunger resided within him like a cannibal in heat, his breath becoming more ragged as you let out a silent-cry. He mumbled something inaudible against the swollen lips of your cunt, the vibrations causing a shiver to run down your spine, arching your back as you neared your release.

“Fuck ──,” you whispered, the sound of your voice a mellifluous noise to his ears. “I’m gonna fucking cum, baby.”

“Go on, sweetheart,” he mumbled, his lips parted as he continued to lap at your soaked folds, your legs giving out as you became faint underneath his touch.

Jason sucked and licked at your cunt, nipping gently at the bundle of your delicate nerves as you reached your climax.

“That’s it,” he whispered, kissing the inside of your thigh as you threw your head back in ecstasy, breathless moans strangled by the pleasure, tears rolling down your cheek in a lustful mess.

“Still fucking needy?” He asked, watching you nod as you locked eyes with him, his lips meeting yours as you tasted your slick in his mouth.

“Let me give you what you need.”

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luvnie · 2 days

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THE COMFORT OF YOUR EMBRACE ⋆ 희승

heeseung x gn! reader ⸝⸝ in which . . . heeseung was having a bad day, and you are his cure to it. genre: fluff, reverse comfort. cw: heated kiss. 0.6k words.

it was already well past midnight when heeseung slumped onto the bed with a heavy sigh, staring blankly at the wall in front of him. he wasn’t sure how long he sat there for, but the sound of your voice broke him out of his stupor.

“hee?”

he turned around, forcing a weary smile, the corners of his mouth barely turning upward. even in the dimly lit room, you could make out the slight frown in between his brows, and the dejected hunch in his shoulders.

“sorry for waking you up.” he muttered, and you could hear the strain in his voice.

you made your way over to the edge of the bed, resting a hand on his shoulder, giving it a reassuring squeeze. heeseung seemed to relax a little, but it was only for a brief moment before he shut his eyes with a frustrated groan, burying his face into his hands.

“what’s wrong? bad day?” the concern in your tone, so soft and sincere, almost immediately began to break down the stress and frustration built up inside him.

heeseung nodded, letting out a barely audible yeah that was muffled by his hands. you slowly reached for his hands, prying his fingers away from his face gently. what you didn’t expect, however, was for him to suddenly grab onto your wrists instead, pulling you flush against his body and nestling his face against the warmth of your neck.

his touch was gentle but firm, his arms wrapped around you so tightly that it felt like an unspoken plea, as if he was hoping that your touch could somehow melt away all his troubles. your arms naturally found their way around his neck, rubbing soothing circles along his back.

you were still regaining your composure from the sudden embrace when his lips, that were once just grazing your neck, started to trail soft kisses up your exposed skin.

your breath hitched in surprise, but before you could question his actions, heeseung stopped, pulling away slightly. he looked at you with such a strong sense of longing and desperation that it made your heart freeze with worry.

“hee, what’s—”

he didn’t let you finish your sentence, his warm hands cupping your jaw as he leaned in, and all you could hear was the pounding of your heart against your eardrums when he pressed his lips against yours.

just like the hug, his kiss was soft but earnest. it carried the same air of aching desperation as his mouth moved against yours, kissing you with such intensity that it made your head spin. you were barely able to acknowledge that he was pushing you down onto the mattress until you felt the touch of the plush pillows beneath you.

“w-wait.” you breathed out, face flushing warm and red. you pressed one hand against his chest and the other on his lips to stop him.

heeseung looked at you like a wounded puppy, though he obliged and stopped. instead, he opted to rest his weight on top of you with a tired sigh, pressing his face against your neck as he continued to cling onto you tightly.

“did you… trick me?” you murmured against the top of his head, your hands running through his hair. while heeseung was no stranger to showering you with affection, the unexpected fervency of his kiss took you by surprise.

heeseung immediately propped himself up on his elbows to face you, his lips forming a small pout. “no… i was having a bad day.”

you laughed lightly at his sulking. “are you feeling better now?”

heeseung smiled, and for the first time that day, his smile was genuine. he planted himself back on top of you, arms wrapping around you once again as he relished in the comfort of your embrace.

“yeah. much better.”

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stevie-petey · 3 days

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I HAVE A BLURB IN MY BRAIN

Steve having a dream about him and bug being together. Like they're being cute and lovey towards each other then just as they're about to kiss he wakes up😭 it doesn't matter which season!

oh this is SO season 3 steve coded its insane

enjoy <3

"youre going to get me in trouble." steve whispers against your ear, and he grins when he feels you shiver at the sensation. he hums, pulls you into his chest, encases you into his arms.

"but im cold," you manage to breathe out, sliding your hands underneath steves uniform and giggling when he winces and jumps away. "warm me up, honey."

youre smiling up at steve with the glint in your eyes that makes his knees weak. he was supposed to clock in ten minutes ago, but you had tugged at his shirt and demanded he stay with you. now your nails dig slightly into his skin and his stomach burns intimately at the sensation.

and yet you smile up at him innocently, completely aware of what youre doing to him, and steve has never been so in love before.

"angel," he drags you back into his arms and buries his face into your hair, groaning. "robin will kill me if im late again."

"are you denying your girlfriend the warmth of your body?"

"its june!"

you tilt your head up at steve, eyebrows scrunched together despite how much youre enjoying this. steve is like putty in your hands right now, he knows that with one single scrape of your nail, you could make him beg for you, and he loves that you know this, too. with a pout, you stand on your tip toes so that your nose presses against his. "still cold."

steve bites his lip to stop himself from biting yours. "angel-"

"please, honey?" you bat your eyelashes at him, and hes so intoxicated with you.

looking over at the cash register, steve doesnt see robin, so he risks sliding his hand down to the curve of your lower back, just above your ass, and presses your hips against his. you gasp at the sensation, there isnt an inch of space between your bodies, and yet steve wishes he could be closer to you still. "is this better?"

"i dont know," you press all your weight against the boy, steve relishes in the way your legs intertwine with his. you remove one of your hands from under steves shirt and bring it to his face, now skimming a nail from the crest of his cheek down to his lip. "my lips are still feeling pretty cold."

steve bites back a moan, youre going to be the death of him. using the pad of your finger, you tug at his bottom lip, and all steve can think of right now is how to draw your hips even deeper into his.

seeing his reaction, you giggle. "still with me, honey?"

"yes," steve manages to rasp out, his throat suddenly dry. he slides his hand further down, now resting it on the curve of your ass, and he smirks when you let out your own small pleased sigh. "im right here."

"then kiss me."

the frustration in your voice is adorable, and steve cant help but chuckle at it. he cups your face with his hand and tilts your head up once more. your eyes meet his, theyre blissed out and he can see the love you have for him within them, and steve cant believe youre his.

he leans in, he takes his time as he slowly takes you in. when steves lips are finally, finally about to capture yours between them, a loud ringing infiltrates his head.

"fuck!" steve is ripped from his dream, cruelly and suddenly. in his moment of dazed confusion, he kicks wildly and almost sends you flying off the bed.

its only when he frantically catches you that he realizes it had all been a dream. he fell asleep in your bed last night after comforting you, and now hes holding you by your leg as you dangle off of your bed, and steve wants to scream.

your lips still burn his.

"fuck! sorry!" but steve doesnt have time to mourn the loss of them, he has to get to work and youre half asleep next to him and havent thrown him out yet.

for now, steve can only hope that he'll dream about the kiss again tonight. like he has every night for the last two months now.

#ask #anon #come home blurb #m speaks #m's writing #set in season 3 !#stevie <333333

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xzhdjsj · 2 days

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Could Audic compel Xanny? Eh idk but here's a quick drabble!

"When you said- cough cough - you'd kill for me," you clung to his shoulder for support as your body gave out, "I didn't think you'd be killing me."

The thin veil of reddish-brown haze drained from Xanthus' eyes as painted tears, staining his cheeks like your blood stained his skin. His eyes followed your form, from the crooked, sympathetic smile on your face to the hand piercing through your chest- his hand.

"No, no, no, no, no-," he murmured, easing his hands from your body then guiding you down, cradling you tenderly to his chest, "Love, Love please talk to me-"

"Shhhh Xanthus, I'm still here," you whispered.

"I'm sorry," he cried, his body shaking under your feeble touch, "I'm so so sorry- I don't know how- why-"

"I know, I know my love. It's not your fault," you whispered softly, fingers tracing his cheek, "You'd never willingly do this."

Your breathing grew shallow, each breath a struggle. "Just... hold me," you murmured, your voice barely a whisper.

Xanthus held you tighter, his heart pounding in his chest, the reality of your fading life seeping into his soul. "Please, Love, don't leave me," he begged, tears streaming down his face. "I've only just met you, please."

A faint smile touched your lips as you looked into his eyes one last time. "I'll always be with you," you whispered, your voice fading with your breaths. Your body relaxed into his arms, the tension leaving you as life slipped away.

Xanthus felt your final breath against his skin, a shudder passing through him as the world around him fell silent. The silence pressed in on him, a crushing weight that stole the air from his lungs. He couldn't hear anything. He couldn’t feel you against his skin anymore. He couldn’t hear the screams that were wrenched from his gut, raw and painful.

"As much as I enjoy this little... display of affection," Audric's voice echoed, laced with disgust. "I don't have all day for you to cry over something that's already gone."

Xanthus was too lost in grief to hear it, the steps approaching behind him. His blurred vision and hunched over body left him vulnerable, even more now that the bond was broken.

"Enough, Audric." Dontis steps between them, a dagger clenched tightly between his fingers.

"Oh? What's this? The sidekick is protecting this pathetic display of weakness?" Audric muses, his eyes moving from the blade in Dontis' hand to his bruised face.

"Compassion isn't weakness Audric," Dontis replied, "It's what sets us apart from monsters like you."

GET HIS ASS DONNY!!!

#suffering from severe xanthus deficiency😔#bring my vampire bbg back plzzzz #zsakuva #sakuverse #zsakuva xanthus #xanthus claiborne

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mustainegf · 2 days

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can you plssss do chubby 2003 James being inseguridad about his bod and the reader tells him he's hot and sexy af and eat him up to make him feel better 😇😇

I love chubby men so this was easyyyyy

“Man, I look like I ate the old me,” he said with a chuckle, patting his stomach. “I guess all those late-night snacks are finally catching up.”

I glanced up at him, a frown creasing my forehead. “James, you’re not fat,” I said, trying to keep my tone light but firm. “You’re just… comfortable.”

He laughed again, but it didn’t reach his eyes. “Comfortable? That’s a nice way to put it,” he said, shaking his head. “I look like I’ve been living at a buffet.”

I reached out, placing my hand on his arm. “Seriously, James, you look great,” I said, squeezing his arm reassuringly. “I totally think you’re sexy.”

He gave me a half-hearted smile, but I could see the doubt in his eyes. “Thanks, baby,” he said softly. “But let’s be real. I know I’ve put on some weight. I’m not the lean guy I once was.”

His words stung, and I felt a Wash of sadness for him.

I hated seeing him like this, and I wanted to do something to help him feel better.

“James,” I said, shifting closer to him on the bed. “You’re still the same ‘rock god’ I’ve always known. A few extra pounds don’t change that. You’re still incredibly handsome.”

He sighed, turning to look at me. “I appreciate you saying that,” he said, running a hand through his hair. “But it’s hard not to notice the changes. My clothes don’t fit the same, and I just don’t feel as good about myself.”

I could see the frustration building in him, and it broke my heart.

“James, look at me,” I said firmly, taking his face in my hands and turning him to face me. “You are so incredibly sexy. I love every inch of you, and nothing about you needs to change.”

He looked into my eyes, his expression softening slightly. “You really think that?” he asked, looking slightly shocked that I would say Such a thing.

“I know so,” I said, leaning in to kiss him softly. “You’re everything I’ve ever wanted, and more.”

His eyes flickered with emotion, and I could see the doubt starting to melt but only a bit.

I wanted to show him just how much I loved and desired him, to erase any lingering insecurities.

“Let me show you,” I whispered against his lips, my hand trailing down to the hem of his shirt. “Let me make you feel good.”

He hesitated for a moment, but then he nodded, his breath hitching slightly. I smiled, sliding my hands under his shirt and lifting it over his head. He shivered as the cool air hit his skin, and I took a moment to admire his body.

He might have gained a few pounds, but to me, he was still perfect. In fact I thought the extra pounds looked good. Every curve, every line, was a source of great arousal to me.

“You’re so fuckin’ hot, James,” I murmured, running my hands over his chest. “I love every part of you.”

He swallowed hard, his eyes locked on mine as I continued to take his body. I leaned in, pressing kisses to his chest, his round stomach, trailing lower with each touch.

I could feel his muscles stiffen under my lips, and I smiled, knowing I was having the desired effect.

I reached the waistband of his pants and looked up at him, my eyes swimming with desire, love. “Can I?” I asked softly, my fingers already tugging at the fabric.

He nodded, his breath coming in short, shallow gasps. “Yeah,” he whispered, his voice rough with very obvious emotion. “Please.”

I carefully unbuttoned his pants, sliding them down his legs and tossing them onto the floor. He was already hard, his arousal very evident, and I felt a hint of pride knowing I could still excite him like this.

I wrapped my hand around his thick length, stroking him gently, watching as his eyes fluttered shut and a low moan escaped his lips.

“You’re so hot, James,” I said, my voice a husky whisper. “So sexy.” I praised, hoping to make him feel better.

He opened his eyes, looking down at me. “Thank you, honey,” he said, his voice barely audible. “I needed this.”

I smiled up at him, my heart swelling with love. “You deserve to feel good,” I said, leaning in to press a kiss to the tip of his cock, making him whine just softly. “Let me take care of you.”

I took him into my mouth, my movements slow and deliberate, wanting to savor every moment.

Fuck I loved the taste of him…

His hands tangled in my hair, his breaths coming in ragged groans as I worked him with my mouth.

I could feel him relaxing, the tension melting away as he surrendered to me.

“Fuck,” he groaned, his hips bucking slightly. “That feels so fucking good.”

I hummed in response, the vibration making him gasp. I continued to suck him off, my hands stroking his thighs, my lips and tongue worshipping every inch of him.

I wanted to show him just how much I loved and desired him, to erase any more doubts about his body. This sexy body.

“You’re so beautiful,” I murmured between strokes, looking up at him with all all the love I felt. “Every part of you.”

He moaned, his grip tightening in my hair. “God, you’re amazing,” he gasped. “I can’t—Baby I’m so close.”

I increased my speed, taking him even deeper, the head hitting the back of my throat. I could feel him writhing, his breaths short.

“Cum for me, James,” I whispered. “You deserve it, baby.”

Suddenly I felt my mouth flood with salty, thick cum, his body shuddering with the force of his climax. I swallowed every single drop, savoring the taste of his seed, the feeling of his release.

I stayed there, holding him in my mouth until the last tremors subsided, then I pulled away, looking up at him with a satisfied smile.

“You’re incredible,” he panted. “I don’t know what I’d do without you.”

I crawled up beside him, wrapping my arms around him and pressing a kiss to his lips. “You don’t have to worry about that,” I said softly.

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carolperkinsexgirlfriend · 2 days

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Steddie Upside-Down AU Part 120

Part 1 Part 119

As finals loom ever-closer, Eddie comes to the startling realization that he’s never studied before. He’s not even sure he knows how, except by Barb and Carol’s strict instructions. It involves more notecards and tedium than he ever expected.

He’d always thought that people were either good at school, or they struggled. He’d never considered that it was something you could practice. He almost wishes he’d never found out, but whenever he tries to skip out, Jeff gives him disappointed looks, and Steve’s hopeful smile is downright deadly.

So, he shows up, and puts in the work – every tedious hour of it.

It makes him nostalgic, almost, to being hunted by demogorgons. Sure, it’d been scary, and he’d felt himself unraveling more every day over there, but it’d been simple. There was no need to memorize the important dates of the rise and fall of Hitler. There was just survival.

But sometimes, he can still feel the way Steve’s blood had felt against his palms, all sticky and thick with dehydration. And he’ll settle back down in his seat, ankle hooked around Steve’s.

It’s hard. Maybe the hardest thing he’s ever done, but he shows up to every single final. He’s got a number two pencil courtesy of Wheeler, a scattering of answers courtesy of Barb, and a burning desire not to disappoint Steve.

Because the system is broken, they order used caps and gowns before final grades have even been posted.

They order used caps and gowns, all while left on tenterhooks over ever getting to wear them.

When he’s finally got the sealed envelope in his hands, he doesn’t open it right away. He just stares down at it, heart beating like a demodog’s on his heels until Steve finds him.

The locker’s cold against his back, but Steve’s warm when he wraps his fingers around Eddie’s wrists and pulls him. That warmth still soothes something within Eddie. Even all these months later, some part of him expects Steve’s skin to be corpse-cold.

The parking lot’s teeming with excited graduates as Steve pulls him out and through, but Steve doesn’t stop to join any of their celebrations.

He lets go of Eddie’s wrist when he gets to the van. Eddie’s skin prickles at the loss until he opens the back door and bully’s Eddie in. Eddie falls sideways, still clutching the envelope as Steve crawls in behind him, partially on his lap as he twists to close the hatch.

The cheering voices are muffled by two tons of shitty steel. Eddie sags down into the scratchy carpet and closes his eyes on a relieved sigh.

Steve’s fingers clutch on his shoulders and haul him up, rearranging their bodies until Eddie feels his back pressed against the cool metal of the van’s wall. Steve’s weight leaves Eddie shuddering and surrounded, even more so when he feels Steve’s palms cradling both his cheeks.

“Look at me.” Eddie opens his eyes. Steve’s smiling down at him, small but real, eyes crinkling at the edges. Eddie’s breath shudders out of him. “What’s wrong?”

The envelope crinkles in Eddie’s fist. Steve’s gaze strays down to it, and he plucks it from Eddie’s grasp, holding it up and squinting like he’ll be able to read what’s written through all those layers of papered concealment.

“What if I don’t pass?” Eddie asks, thinking, you wanted this for me so bad, thinking, will you still love me if I can’t even do this right? Thinking, thinking, thinking.

Steve scoffs, punctuating his disdain by thwacking Eddie in the head with the envelope. “You will,” he says, resolute.

“But—”

“And it doesn’t matter if you do,” Steve interrupts. “We’ll all still love you.”

Eddie’s eyes well. He grabs Steve’s hand, squeezes it tenderly, then brings it down so he can bite the wrist hard enough that Steve drops the envelope with a gasp. Just to be an asshole, Eddie sucks on the bared skin until Steve’s eyes close against the sensation.

The skin is shiny with spit and red with burst blood vessels. Steve opens his eyes to stare down at it as Eddie caresses his handy work.

“Did you just give me a hickey?” he asks, eyebrow quirked, looking like he can’t figure out whether to be mad or find the whole thing funny.

Eddie smiles, licks the spot once before dropping the hand. Steve immediately raises it to poke at one of Eddie’s dimples. “Maybe.”

Steve snorts, muttering “freak,” as fondly as if it were a pet name. It lands in Eddie’s chest as one, warming him from the outside in. Steve reaches behind himself with his free hand, and for a second Eddie thinks he’s squeezing his own ass, but then he pulls a crumpled envelope of his own out of his back pocket.

“Wanna trade?” he asks, not waiting for Eddie to respond before thrusting it into Eddie’s chest and letting go, forcing Eddie to scramble to pick it up before it flutters into crevices unknown.

Eddie looks down at it, stroking Steve’s name reverently before turning it around to stare to the still-sealed flap. A tearing sound interrupts his reverie, and when he looks up, Steve’s already slid his pointer finger into the flap and carefully ripped it open.

The competitiveness of a Christmas morning hits him at the sight, and Eddie rips into his own envelope with ruthless abandon, accidentally tearing a bit of the corner on the page.

Eddie squints down at it in the dim light of the van. Steve had missed too many unexcused classes to get an A in much aside from phys. ed, but there’s a string of B’s and C’s staring back at him.

What’s the verdict?” Steve asks, sounding nonchalant.

Eddie immediately begins folding it into a half-assed airplane, tossing it into the front seat before Steve can stop him. Steve thwacks Eddie’s now opened report card against Eddie’s chest and glares down at him.

“Passed,” Eddie replies absently, all brain functions now centered on staring at the back of the paper in Steve’s hands and trying to see through it.

Steve fist bumps, a quiet little celebration for a thing that never seemed like it would happen. If not because of poor grades, then for sudden onset death.

“What about me?” Eddie whispers, barely loud enough to carry to Steve, even with the stagnant air between them. “Did I…?”

Because he’s fundamentally the same kind of asshole Eddie is, Steve takes the time to turn Eddie’s own report card into a much sturdier airplane. He winds it up like he’s holding a sportsball, then flicks his wrist, sending the airplane flying with enough force that it connects solidly with the windshield of Eddie’s van before crumpling and crashing into places unknown.

“Steve,” Eddie whines, gaze locked to the last place he’d seen his future in the shape of a paper airplane. “Tell me!”

Steve grabs his cheeks again, squishing them uncomfortably as he forces Eddie to meet his eyes. “We’re walking, fucker,” he says, eyes downright twinkling as he leans down to kiss Eddie’s slack mouth.

His lips are warm and soft and wanting, but for once, Eddie barely notices. His mind’s spinning on its little hamster wheel, trying to make his brain connect why they’re walking, and where they’re going.

Steve pulls back before Eddie ever moves his own lips, beaming down at Eddie as he says, “you did it.”

Eddie looks up at him, connections clicking into place. “I passed?”

“We’re getting out of here,” Steve says, still cupping Eddie’s face a little too hard, fingernails clutching at the sides of his head.

Eddie doesn’t care. Steve can make him bleed for all he wants. They’re done. They’ve pass, no more school, no more studying, no more petty fucking jocks trying to cause problems.

Eddie screams a little, high pitched and cut off and lodged part way in his throat. He must look a little unhinged, but Steve just laughs and leans forward enough to bury his face in Eddie’s neck.

He wraps his arms around Steve’s waist, rocking them back and forth wildly, too full of frenetic energy to keep still. Steve just lets him, bites him back a bit when he gets too rowdy.

The light’s changed a bit by the time Steve asks, “Wanna go tell Wayne?”

Eddie stands before he even thinks, sending Steve tumbling off his lap, and hitting his own head against the roof of the van painfully. He barely even pauses in his mad scramble, trip, dash to the driver’s seat.

He needs to make that old man cry, and he knows just how to do it.

#steve harrington #steddie #eddie munson #my fic #steddie upsidedown au #Eddie's always like. How do I make myself less HINGED. there are no doors left. and then he bites

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turcott3 · 2 days

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the way

kirby dach x fem! reader

warnings?: tooth rotting (and i mean it) fluff

masterlist

the way i love you

“it’s nice to see you too pretty girl.” kirby giggles lightly as you climbed quickly into his lap. the work day seemed to crawl as you anxiously waited to greet your boyfriend at home for the first time in a month and a smile never left your cheeks from the moment you clocked out.

“i missed you.” you mutter as you hug yourself to his chest, his arms wrapping delicately around you.

“i missed you too.” he replies into your hair, kissing you gently on the head.

“being apart from you for that long really made me think about you, and us, every single day. there wasn’t an hour that passed that i didn’t think about you.” you say sitting up in his lap, now looking down at him.

“what about me?” he asks, giggling tucking your hair behind your ears.

“everything.” you reply and a confused expression spreads across his face.

“kirby. you’re perfect. i love the way you’re shy meeting new people, i love the way you still blush whenever someone speaks highly of you, i love the way your eyes disappear when you smile, i love the way you fill my stomach with butterflies just bye making eye contact with me, i love the way you support your siblings, i love the way you take care of your teammates, i love the way you care so much, you’re just everything my love.” you continue, taking his cheeks into your hands.

“can i kiss you?” he asks very seriously.

“yes?” you reply as his lips find their way to yours, gently and lovingly, filling your whole body with butterflies. you could never get over the way he held you so gently and the way his lips melted perfectly onto yours. it’s like he was handcrafted for you.

your heart ached when he pulled away, instantly missing the feeling of his soft, pink lips on yours.

“why’d you stop?” you pout.

“because. how else am i supposed to tell you how much i love you?” he replies a smile slowly spreading across both of your faces.

“go on.” you egg him on and he giggles.

“i love your smile and how contagious your laugh is, i love the way your body so perfectly fits against my chest and how gorgeous your eyes are, i love when you dress up, i love when you wear my sweatpants, i love the way your tongue pokes out of your mouth when you’re focused, i love how passionate you are about things you love, i love the way you dance to any music, but mostly i just love the way you love me, and to me that’s what matters most.” he says, not once breaking eye contact with you.

“wow that was a lot.”

“i have more.” he smiles.

“you don’t need to list anymore kirbs.”

“i love you so much baby.”

“i love you too.” you blush, wrapping your arms tightly around the brunette. his grip finds its way under your legs, supporting your weight as he stood up, walking you to your shared bedroom.

the night was full of passion. a months worth of pent up love, sadness and joy all spilling over in the matter of hours. you missed the way he made you feel. the way his callused hands grazing over your bare skin caused it to be littered with goosebumps. you missed the way the sweet kisses he pressed to your jaw helped to drown out the hazy sensation of the intense stimulation you felt between your legs.

the way he made you feel loved, like never before.

every moment practically made you wonder how god put you on earth with him at the same time, in the same place. almost like he was hand sculpted just for you. you’d never felt a love or understanding like his. it was strong, yet soft. the exact sensation you’d been craving ever since you were a little girl, sitting in front of your living room tv watching a princess movie.

“do you ever think about our future?” you mumble, laying on his chest as his hands rubbed gently up and down your bare back.

“i do.” he simply replies.

“what do you see?”

“home.”

“what do you mean?”

“you. you are my future. you are my home. i want to do life with you until we’re old and ugly.” he says finally locking eyes with you. a blush quickly spread across your face as you buried your cheek on his chest.

“awe are you blushing?” he giggles, tickling your sides.

“kirby dach, stop it.” you laugh sitting up slightly,

“were you blushing?” he asks again, taking your chin into his hand.

“yeah i was.” you admit as he runs a soft thumb over your cheek bone.

“i love you.” he says quietly.

“i love you.” you reply, reconnecting your lips with his.

#kirby dach #kirby dach fluff #kirby dach x reader #kirby dach imagine #nhl #montreal canadiens #nhl imagine #turcs’ talk

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bestlittlebunny · 3 days

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The steaming water trickled down the curves of my back. I took a deep breath and arched backwards, letting it drench my face and hair. I let myself get lost among the mist and steam, melting away the stress and anxieties from the day. It felt good to relax and to focus on nothing but the sounds of the shower and my body.

I dissolved so deeply into the atmosphere, that I didn’t hear the keys jingling, the door open and shut, or the footsteps to the bathroom. I didn’t notice the shadow outside the curtain that slowly undressed and then stepped into the shower behind me.

It wasn’t until a hand caressed my shoulder and two tender lips softly kissed my neck that I realized he was home. I didn’t have to say a word, he could read my body language and moans as though they were nothing more than a children’s book. His hands stroked my arms, his left moving to my hip, his right lifting my hand to kiss it and then place it on his cheek. He then moved his right hand down my, now lifted, arm, across my ribs, and cupped my swollen breast. His left hand ran from my hip across my waist as he supported my protruding stomach with his broad forearm. I leaned against him, feeling his hot skin against my body, letting him support my weight. He kissed my neck softly, growing more passionate with each peck, working his way down in a line, before finally biting and sucking where my shoulder meets my neck. I moaned at the sensations it sent through my body. He turned me and leaned me against the cool tile wall, immediately kissing me tenderly. The heat and intensity could have caused ice to melt. He inched his way down my body: neck, shoulders, collarbone, pausing at my breasts. Massaging them and cupping them with his hands, he placed his lips to each nipple in turn and gently kissed and sucked, allowing himself to taste the sweet nectar that leaked from within them. Then he continued down my body, paying extra attention to the round abdomen before him, as it housed his pride and joy: His baby girl. Once he was satisfied with his interaction, he told me to turn to face the wall. I smirked and pressed my back harder against the tile, crossing my arms defiantly.

“Turn and face the wall, please.” He requested, once more, still on his knees. This time with more command. Once again I shook my head with a smirk.

“Make me.” I dared him. He looked up at me and raised a brow. He slowly stood, now looming over me. He straightened up, his shoulders broad, his hands by his sides.

“This isn’t a request, anymore. Turn and face the wall.” Unfortunately for him, I was feeling bratty and playful, so I stood my ground and rolled my eyes in return. “Very well.” he stated as he placed his hands on my shoulders and turned me, firm yet gently, towards the wall. “Now bend over.” This time, I did as he said. I bent forward and placed my hands against the wall to balance myself. “Good girl, but you’re still going to be punished.”

Before I could make a snarky remark, a hand slapped against my right butt cheek, stinging the dampened skin. I jumped and let out a yelp. I heard him groan in pleasure, proud of the reaction he had caused, and felt the next spank against my left cheek. I hid my smile between my hands. This was as pleasurable for me as it was for him.

“Thank you.” I whispered.

“Thank you, what?” I could hear the smirk behind his words.

“Thank you..... Master.” I looked over my shoulder and smiled at him. He leaned towards me, lifting my face by my chin, and kissed me.

“I love you. Are you up for a little fun?” as he spoke, I stood and turned back towards him, placing my hands against his firm chest.

I paused for a moment, looking him over. Every inch of him was perfection. His black hair, now wet, fell like silk fabric in waves against his face. His brown eyes glistened like a tiger’s eye gemstone in the golden light of the shower. His nose, strong and prominent like a Roman’s should. And his smile, perfectly curved and balanced by his soft, succulent, full lips. His neck led perfectly to his broad shoulders, that ran straight into his arms. The arms that held me and kept me safe every night, that hugged me each morning and each time we reunite, no matter how long or short our time was apart, that will, someday soon, cradle our little girl. Connected to his large hands that showed the battles he had been in, but only if you looked closely enough. Hands that intertwined with mine, that knew just where to go when they needed to, and could do any work that was asked of them. Then there was his torso, with his firm chest and perfect abdomen. The ones he was self conscious about, but that I looked at and saw a God’s body in. Down to his hips and his.... Well, he was certainly well endowed, and I was never disappointed. Quite the opposite. His thighs were bold, muscular, as tree trunks holding him up, connected to his calves that could belong to an olympic track athlete. And finally his feet that had this way of being goofy, but still somehow endearing and beautiful, and this is from someone who hates feet. Everything about him made me fall in love all over again.

“I love you, too. I could be up for some fun. With the right person.” I kissed his cheek and stepped out of the shower, wrapping a towel around myself and walking to the bedroom.

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the cool air in your apartment bit at your bare skin, shivers running down your spine from the chill as well as the light scrape of your lover's fingernails over your flesh. his eyes didn't meet yours - he found the hurried rise and fall of your chest much more alluring as he proceeded to touch you just enough to get a reaction.

your room stays quiet, the minimal light from the moon breaching through your closed blinds to create stripes of light against your bedding. jongho hasn't spoken - whether that be because he is so lost in thought at the sight of you or because you haven't prompted him yourself - you're uncertain.

he's still partially clothed: a loose t-shirt hanging from his shoulders and his legs still clad with his boxers. you, on the other hand, are in a much more vulnerable state - the only garment covering your body being your underwear.

jongho didn't seem to mind this imbalance, though; it seemed he preferred it, rather. having you before him like this for only him to see meanwhile he was still practically hidden from you - and whatever feelings bubbled in his stomach from the sight - was exhilarating for him.

"you're spacing out," your boyfriend says, his voice gentle as his palm rests on your stomach, not applying any pressure to the area, but rather simply wanting to feel you under him. "you thinking about something, baby?"

with a coy tilt of his head, his coffee-colored bangs fall to cover the soft gleam in his eyes. silence filled the small space between you both again; jongho could hear you gulp from how close he was.

"you," you say, sentence short and to-the-point as you felt your breath being taken away once his palm inched lower. "thinking about you."

his lips curl into a small smile. "me? what about me?"

his fingers dance lightly on your skin, the closed fist of his left hand pressing into your mattress by your shoulder while the others' fingers walked up your bare chest.

"h-how slow you're being," you mutter, sentence just as quick as the first while jongho lets out a huff of air from satisfaction from your answer - there was something else present in his usual gummy smile when he met your eyes now.

"i was thinking about you, too," he admits, shifting his body weight from knee to knee as he presses himself closer to you from above, face hovering just over yours and you can feel yourself subconsciously sink deeper into the pillows. "thinking 'bout how needy you get - how quickly you get so impatient for me," his tone shifts, the ends of his sentences becoming breathier as he proceeds, unintentionally working himself up with each and every word he spoke to you.

"but you love it, don't you? you love the wait," jongho whispers, his voice lowering as the back of his hand now glides against the skin of your chest, moving slowly to the column of your throat and resting just behind your ear.

the heat from his hand felt unbearable against your already warm skin, and you had no doubt jongho could feel the bumping of your pulse against his wrist. "you love the suspense, the growing tension of completely handing yourself to me."

his chest lowers, lips ghosting over your own as he speaks, his warm breath gliding over your skin and making a shiver run down your spine; a small movement jongho definitely notices, his eyes flicking down to your chest momentarily as he smiles once more.

"you love letting me take care of you," he continues, his eyes now capturing your lips within his gaze only to meet yours again soon after. "you love how i take my time with you because you know that in the end..." he momentarily pauses, the hand behind your ear stiffening as he takes hold of the side of your face, lowering himself just enough to press a gentle - and long overdo - kiss to your lips.

"...i always give you what you need."

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screampied · 2 months

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໒꒱ ₊˚ ‘ F★CK ME LIKE U WANT ME ! ’﹒

𐚁̸ sum. how the jjk men fuck—feat. gojo, geto, choso, nanami, toji.

𐚁̸ warnings. fem! reader, size kink, hair pulling, hitting it raw, face sitting, manhandling, impact play, degradation, squírting, faking it, spit, overstim, breeding, choking, mdni.

☆ NANAMI KENTO fucks like he’ll never see you again.

he loathes his dreadfully long work hours more than anything, spending time away from you was like a death sentence to him—all he knew at the end of the day was that he missed you, he missed his wife. the moment he’s buried deep inside you, interlocking his fingers with yours—it feels like pure bliss. “hey,” he’d breathe, and for a moment you feel his weight press against you. he’s hovering, you’re in the classic missionary position. he feels warm, tenderly hot inside. you then instinctively wrap your legs around his waist with your arms slinging around his shoulders. “my love,” he kisses near your neck, starting up a frantic yet sensual pace again. “oh, how i missed you,” and he kisses near your chin. “mwah,” he concludes before you feel his knees spread a bit more wider for a more better base. “keep those eyes up here—i missed my girl,” and he says it again and again until it sounds like a mantra.

“i missed you more.” you’d coo out in a soft voice, the back of your heel gingerly running down his back. your knees open, nanami’s kneeling between your legs and you moan at his sloppy yet erotically risqué thrusts. his sweet rotating rhythm was the icing on the cake.

“oh, honey that’s just impossible,” he’d purr in a honeyed voice, a big hand pressing against your tummy. “tell me one thing though,” he hums, and the more you listen to his voice—the more melodic it sounds to you. “when i press . . here, do you feel me or do you feel our future baby?”

a candied moan runs out your mouth before you cling onto his hips that continue to delve in and out of you. he’s piercing straight into you at full speed, you merely get whiplash from it all.

he was so thick, so hefty…

the stretch made your mind speed run, he knew just the right spots to drive into. your gummy walls clamp down on him tightly, and he bites his lip at the way your loving cunt keeps him continuously hostage. every time, he’s forevermore entangled with nothing but your warmth. bodies on bodies, he liked being on top of you—the shared warmth of his skin brushing against yours, it sends you and him both various amounts of secretive inevitable shivers.

“future baby?” you inhale with a sheepish grin, his body, the way it strenuously rocks against you in such sync makes you fall more and more and love with him. “you want another baby, kento?”

“i want a whole family with you,” he murmurs in a quavering breath, leaning up close to you to nip a few sugared kisses near the corner of your neck. glacé, a perfect word to describe your taste—in nanami’s eyes, you were the sweetest treat anyone could get their hands upon. to him, you never failed to taste so appetizing, he loves more than anything to softly run his tongue near the very inner parts of your neck. he gives it a few concise sucks, meanwhile he’s still got you right where he wants you. his cock’s idly jackhammering in and out of you and you’re holding him close with the most harmonic sounds leaving the back of your throat. “you’re such a good mommy. whenever this tummy’s all round ‘n plump, it’s so pretty,” and he brings another kiss near your lips. “you’re pretty, my love.”

the very back of your heel continues to skim down his back. nanami’s muscles tense a bit from your touch and he steadies his pace for a bit.

“let’s m-make another baby then,” you stammer, his cologne scent making you a bit dizzy. he always smelled so good, his fragrant was so loud, forever reaching your nostrils the more he’s getting himself closer and closer. nanami loves the feeling of your touch, the way your hands grab onto him—pulling him closer so he can be more thorough with his deep deep strokes. he adores it.

more importantly, he adores you.

he’s panting heavily, a few strands of sweat beads race down the corners of his forehead before he kisses you once more. after a lengthy amorous kiss, he departs with a cute flushed expression and you moan. “you’re always such a good daddy too, kento.”

“. . . oh, i try to be the best for my gorgeous wife, after all.”

nanami’s words dripped with tenderness and warmth. as the bed creaks, creating a mere harmony within itself—he feels himself coming close, he knows it. blond strands of his begin to stick and glue to his forehead from the sweat that already coats his skin. “m-my love,” he suddenly says, and his grip on your hand tightens, still intertwining his fingers with yours. “i’m gonna give you so much—sooo much,” and he kisses the top of your forehead. “you’re gonna look even more stunning once you’re done being f-filled.”

“k—kento.” you’d whine, feeling his heavy base thwack against you consistently. you could tell by the sheer hits against your cunt, he was full of incoming ropes of seed.

his breathing becomes heavy and as his kegals flex and flex. a few long extended amounts of seconds pass before he finally finishes. his tip radiates with a feeling of hotness, and once he starts to flood the inside of your pussy with strings of his load—he lets off a cute strained moan himself. “f-fuck,” he’d huff out in a short breath, and even his swears were cute. nanami’s hooded eyes stare at you, and he leans against your chest, still plugging you up. feeling his cum trickle into you furthermore, nanami then slithers a hand down your tummy. “oh, m—my gorgeous girl. now we wait.”

☆ GOJO fucks like it’s the end of the world.

“yeah so angel, we’re gonna like die in five days.”

“what?”

“i read this article earlier—the world’s ending ‘n i also just so happened to stumble across this position i wanted to try on ya.”

“……”

with gojo, it’s always abruptly unforeseen moments such as these. he’s so unserious, if unserious was a person—it’d be satoru gojo.

yet, that’s all it took because it doesn’t take long before you’re literally being stretched out to the very fullest. with your legs thrown up in the air, just dangling and dangling over your shoulders like an earring, you’re whimpering your head off.

“o-oh my god, s—satoruuuu,” you’d babble out, and he’s got you in a full nelson. in the flesh, this position was practically known for having someone feel everything. each nerve, each pulse, you felt it all.

with a clouded mind and a stuffed cunt, you felt like you’re residing in cloud nine. your mouth was just stupidly hung open—you were sure a few strands of your spit were about to run past you’re lips and you whine. “you’re so d-deep, ‘s good, more.”

he’s laid back all lazy like, manspread with you all on top of him. gojo feels his thighs ache a bit from the rough repetitive slams your cunt makes against him before he groans huskily. “s-shittt,” and his arms lock around your neck. the sounds your cunt makes in retaliation were so lewd. soaked and oh so sopping wet.

you were dripping profusely, drenching his lap with nothing but your pool of sweet arousal. “clampin’ all on me, such a nasty g—girl.”

each time your pussy flings down against his lap over and over, it sends multiple shockwaves all throughout your body—so many shockwaves. you’re hot and bothered, he brings a hand down to grab near your right tit, giving it a soft firm squeeze.

“so cute. how deep do you feel me, angel? grab my hand ‘n show me. i wanna know where my girl feels the most stuffed.”

hesitatingly, you grab onto his wrist leading it towards the very lower part of your tummy—he hums a sweet tune, nearly having you in a headlock before you mewl out.

“feel you here, ‘toru,” and you feel your knees sink. he’s so deep, the stretch has your mouth salivating before you gasp. the pointed tip of his cock prods near your clit, causing you to shudder within his hold. “s—satoru, fuck, f-fuckkk.” you’d whine out, and your voice pitches just a bit more. your entire body feels warm, it’s rising temperature the more he’s got your cunt buried to the hilt with his thick cock. a few specks of white hair that coats near his base tickles and titillates against your ass each time you mercilessly plop back down. the air’s growing heavy and stuffy. you can barely even process that a familiar feeling was concurrently arising.

“upsie fuckin’ daisey,” he groans, lifting you up just a bit more. he was so strong, well considering he technically is considered to be the strongest. the strongest in bed for sure—gojo’s got his legs parted, and he’s just dumping such mean inches in and out of your cunt. you swallow him up within your walls every time. his stallion-like stamina was purely out of this world, not showing an ounce of fatigue. “so w-hot ‘n cozy inside f’me, gonna make me cum quick, angel.”

his voice was starting to get a bit trembly and whiny.

breathing patterns irregular and picking up—he was close. although, your release ends up coming straight away, so abruptly quick to where you don’t even get a moment to breathe. it literally takes your breath away—it’s so quick you have to blink thrice.

your body, its first initial response was to vigorously shake upon impact. you gush out, and you hear yourself squelch—surprised that that even came out of you before you slump way back against gojo’s bare chest. he pauses, holding your hips in place before with a sigh, he snickers a cocky, “hm, did you just . . squirt on me, baby?”

alas, there’s no reply—cute.

so much volume came out, it felt incredible. the pressure makes you whimper out louder while still being laid back against him with his twitching cock hidden inside your pussy. he stood still, and yet you still felt the pure stretch mend your walls in place. gojo’s hand slowly reaches down between your legs before feeling near your now sopping wet cunt.

“well shit, you messy girl. you really did squirt on me huh,” and he sounds more playful than usual. gojo finally puts your legs down and then he lifts you up once more, making you rest against him. pressing a wet kiss near the corner of your neck, he whispers, a lengthy finger gradually inserting between your folds. with a hushed whisper, he murmurs, “now that i know you’re a little super soaker, do that for me again, yeah? let’s play with that little squirt velocity of yours for just a bit.”

☆ TOJI fucks like he hates you.

when toji fucks, he fucks.

toji’s mean—an asshole, practically the human embodiment of the seven-lettered word. sure, he loves you. but at this particular moment, it’s like he hates your guts. ironic, considering he was actually deep in them, stirring them up in such a rough spiteful way.

“arch the fuck over more. even i can do better than that, girl,” he indignantly grouses, a hand grips a good handful of your hair whilst he’s just rudely pounding into you. he could arch better than you? truth be told, as you’re moaning your head off while being pounded full of his thick inches from behind, you giggle. toji spanks you, his palm kissing against your ass and you bite your lip from the after-effect of the sting. “giggle giggle ass girl. the fuck is so funny,” and he deepens his thrusts—a gasp lets out from the back of your throat once he smushes his weight against you.

prone bone, one of his favorites.

if toji really wanted to, he’d lean up so close and do his most treasured move—simply putting a foot near the back of your neck. it was so lewd, you’d moan whenever you feel the very back of his sock run against your neck. such a lazy way, a foot pressed against the back of your head while he’s just gifting you with mean thrusts while you’re on all fours. “uh huh. yeah, ‘s what the fuck i thought.”

“you’re the one saying you can a—arch better than me,” you whine, your voice was shaky but he could tell you were holding back laughter. you were playing with fire, especially at a lewd moment like this. he’s deep inside, the tip of his angry cock mashing against each and every corner of your cunt before you’re about to burst. “if you can arch better than me then prove i—”

“. . . listen here bitch,” toji grumbles, feeling his eye twitch.

he tugs just a bit harder on your hair. your back arch was simply immaculate. sitting upright, your palms sat against the sheets of the bed, bawling them up before you felt his free hand grip your waist steadfastly. toji leans right up to your ear before muttering in a low raspy voice. “you know, babygirl. sure do got a lot of talk for someone who struggles to take me every damn time.”

he’s got you there, you swallow before feeling a brief sharp pivot of his hips.

everything was just downright filthy. his strokes had you gasping for air practically—meticulously, he makes sure to hit every spot. his aim was thorough and precise, making sure to hit everywhere like the insides of your cunt was his target. your pussy incessantly clenches every few seconds and it makes him groan. the necklace chain that wraps around his neck tickles your back, the way it runs against your skin makes you metaphorically fold. the material of it skims down your tense muscles and you think you’re so close you could taste your sweet release on the very tips of your tastebuds.

“c—cum, ‘m gonna cum, toji.” you suddenly whimper, feeling the brusque twitch of your right thigh. with your teeth shattering, he continues to maintain a firm grip—this time, his hand placement lowers towards your neck. it gives him a good amount of leverage before he tilts his hips forward. once he does that, he thrashes his angry plump cockhead against your folds and the whine you choke out was immaculate. “f-fuck, cumming.”

toji pauses—something wasn’t right, he knew your body and how it responded to him.

the silence was straight-up deadly. your heart races while he’s still inside, you feel him twitch whilst he’s still buried deep into you and it feels so raw. “oh, girl i know the fuck you didn’t,” he grits, and he pulls out almost immediately. literally the definition of a sassy man—you could hear the bitter annoyance lingering on his tone before he flips you over, making you stare right into his dark viridescent colored eyes. “faking orgasms today yeah? you’re on a roll today.”

“i— i didn’t fake it.” you pout, not fond of the way you were suddenly empty from him pulling straight out. you wanted to be full, but you also wanted to act like a bit of a brat. “it was real.”

“sure,” he rasps, and he suddenly gets up—you’re confused, actually quite close to your finish despite you faking it the first initial time and he casually just reaches for the remote, switching the tv on. “while ya work on making y’erself finish, i’m gonna catch up on shameless.”

“are you serious?” you pant, and he very much is. he’s getting all comfy underneath the silk sheets, lazily throwing his feet up before the dim ‘who’s watching’ prompt for netflix appears. he scrolls on his assigned name which was displayed of ‘old dirty bastard with a few racks.’

“dead serious. heh, now shut up, princess. fiona ‘n lip are speaking.”

☆ CHOSO fucks like it’s the last time.

it’s an ongoing thing for him.

he loves you more than life itself—so for him to have you straddling him, taking in every inch of your gorgeous figure, he had to give you at least one more orgasm. it was the least he could do.

“i love you.” he says, and he repeats it again and again.

once choso says those words—he never hesitates, not even once. with the way your hips rotate, he’s already about to lose all sorts of composure. big rough hands of his grip and attach near your waist to help slam you up and down his pulsating cock. “i— i love you. i love the way you always m-make me feel.”

“i love you too,” you’d say in a short breath, a snatching wind nearly takes your breath away as you feel yourself clench and tighten against him. “babyyy,” you whisper, wrapping your arms around his broad shoulders. “you can touch me more, it’s okay.”

his lip quivers. with a needy look in his eyes, he cutely releases a surprised sigh of relief. “o-oh, thank you. i was gonna ask but i didn’t know if you’d want me to.”

“choso, you’re literally inside of me and you’re shy to ask to touch me?” you tease, sneaking a kiss near the corner of his lips.

a tint of sheer embarrassment rises to his face before he sheepishly smiles, softly running his fingertips against your hips. “oh yeah. r-right,” and you start to rotate your hips even further. your impactful rhythm has him weak, the grinding that you’re doing also has him in an utter chokehold. choso’s speechless—he’s more of a whiner than you, he tries to even suppress his moans by biting his lip but it’s to no use. you’re leaning forward, sliding your hands down his chiseled chest before he whimpers. “you’re so sexy when you touch me,” and then he cutely gasps. “ah, sexy—i mean, breathtaking.”

“you’re adorable,” you titter, and he feels the warmth of your own chest pressing all up against him. he really was though, he’s very gentle with his touch—the way his fingers wander, choso’s heart races a mile a minute. as he’s still massaging your gummy walls with the lengthy size of his cock, he sighs himself. “close, baby?”

he nods, literally melting from your touch.

choso feels abnormally warm—he only wants more of you, he can’t help but inch his face towards you before bringing you into an idyllically deep kiss. it’s passionate, a few poking out strands that ran down his face pricks against your skin and you moan right into his mouth. as you’re rocking into him at such a pace, he touches more. you do the same, a finger trailing down his v-line, his pecs, everywhere. further and further.

“. . . you touching me—” he breaks away, glossy lips starting to stain with his gleaming saliva. he looks so pretty, his dark eyelids start to lower and he whimpers once his cock sits still. you’re practically doing all the work like this, grinding back and forth while he lies back. “you touchin’ me, ‘s gonna make me cum, princess. i— i feel so hot when you touch me.”

“you’re always hot when i do anything,” you tease, sneaking another kiss near the edge of his mouth. choso’s breathing heavier than usual before he feels himself start to pulse—his dick twitches inside and you hear him gasp once he squeezes your hips forward. he’s about to fill you up, he even gives you a glossy eyed stare, pursing his lips as if he’s merely asking permission and with a stroke of a thumb near his lips, you murmur. “it’s okay, give it to me, baby. fill me up.”

he whines, mentally preparing himself before choso feels his thighs tighten. your cunt’s gripping down against him so tight, his jaw clenches. stingy, you had him in an entire hold.

“f— fuckkk, ‘s so much coming. you’re gonna milk me like you always do, princess,” and with his eyes shut, he’s hugging your body against him solidly before seconds later, he cums. it comes out in spurts— such sweltering stringy ropes, he’s taken aback and his moans against your ear only makes you more aroused. you could listen to choso whine into your ear all day, he’s shaking underneath you and he obviously needs a moment. his black hair was all ruffled and messy before he’s still feeling himself emit filthy amounts of seed into your cunt. “s—so good,” he groans, and for a second, his voice gets a bit raspy. “baby,” he swallows, feeling himself burn up—you straddling him like this, frail arms wrap around his shoulders whilst giving him the most sly stare. he felt like he was gonna explode, you were even more warm and toasty inside now that he’s stuffed you full. “marry me,” he suddenly says. “marry me, princess.”

“i’m already your wife, silly,” you tease, he’s still pumping you full of his never-ending amounts of hot cum. you kiss near the twitching right side of his lip before purring. “too worn out to remember?”

he moans, giving your ass a needy squeeze before he throws his head back. “let’s marry again, and again, and again then. s—so i can fill you up like this all the time. i— i want you, i love you,” and then he reaches between your thighs to feel against your cunt, skimming his fingertips against his own strings of cum that painted the inner entrance of your pussy. “i love her just as much,” and then he gasps. “oh … baby, you didn’t even finish.”

☆ GETO fucks like he hasn’t eaten all day.

“less talking, more sitting on my face,” is all he says with the most lust-driven gaze.

a good way for geto to rewind from a long day is to simply be between your plush thighs. it’s his favorite pastime, hell—probably his only pastime.

you’re barely hovering over his mouth by this point—sheeny glossy lips ready to slurp you dry before he hums, a few slender fingers of yours brushing against your hips before you speak, “only if you let me pull on your hair again.”

“ah, you know you can always do that. i keep it extra long just for you, baby.”

your heart swoons—you slowly sit down, positioning your pussy against his mouth, making sure he has a bit of room to breathe before geto gradually creates one single lick against your folds. sopping, you were already soaked and his moist tongue only made matters ten times worse.

“f-fuck,” you’d moan, keeping all eyes on his the entire time. irises of yours dilate immediately the moment you watch geto start to kiss all near the crevices of your shaky legs—only to then suck his lips against your swollen needy clit. he grunts, already feeling a tent creep up in his sweats. your hips move on its own, starting to slowly grind against his face.

back and forth, back and forth…

it was so hypnotic.

you were so hypnotic.

“mhm,” he grunts hoarsely, cupping his mouth near the very top part of your slit — he’s savoring your sweetened taste entirely, lapping the flat of his tongue everywhere. your entrance dampens his chin already and he sneers, licking near the corners of his mouth. such a sloppy man, his tongue then swiftly runs against your hood before it starts to flick and jerk at a much more rapid speed. “move those—hips, ride my fuckin’ face ‘n pull on my hair, pretty girl.”

he’s eating you out so good you’re already feeling a sudden rush shoot through you. you follow what he says exactly, creating a decent rhythm with your hips—he’s so pretty like this too, black lashes half open or just about closed.

geto was already pussy-drunk, that much was to tell. “o-okay, suguuu,” you’d whimper, and you grabbed an ample amount of his tangled strands, giving him a brief hard yank. he always gets hard once you tug on his hair, his head briefly forwards further into your cunt and he chuckles—warm breath fanning against your clit. “right there, sugu. s-spit on it.”

“anything for the princess,” he says between sharp breaths. you’re slowly rocking your hips against his face—feeling the soft tip of his nose brush up and down repeatedly against your dripping entrance before he departs just to spit right on your pussy. he brings a hand to smear it all between your folds, all the while a tongue slides against his own lips and oh he’s hungry. hungry for you. “damn. she just gets more sloppier every fuckin’ time. should be a crime to be this soaked, baby.”

and you whimper, watching with glossy eyes as he laps up his saliva—coating your slick entrance with a plethora of chaste kisses shortly afterward.

it's lustrous, so shiny.

geto makes sure to study your body if its entirety. the way your breathing dramatically picks up and the harder and sloppier your thrusts against his mouth becomes. you’re coming close and he’s much well aware, “yeah,” he utters, and it’s in the mere form of a question. “already, hm? you gonna make a mess on me so i can clean you right back up?”

“y— yes,” you moan, the tugging on his hair only getting rougher. pant after pant escapes through your lips before he starts to playfully nibble right on your clit. a finger of his slowly inserts into you and you clench around it, feeling a few steady pulses before that’s right when you gasp. ultimately, you end up finishing after a few minutes—so much so, that your eyes were all hazy, rolling to the very backs of your are and you whimper loudly, still grinding against his face.

“. . . ooooh,” he hums, a right hand of his that tucks behind you, giving your ass a concise squeeze. once he sits back up again, geto peers into you with a sly amused gaze before giving your cunt one more kiss. “now give me one more, ‘m still not satisfied with my meal, sweetheart.”

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honeykaes · 10 months

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louder and louder

getting you to get loud hc’s feat. lyney, neuvillette, alhaitham and cyno

warning: smut, 18+ content, minors do not interact, afab!reader with no set pronouns, fingering (lyney), praise (lyney +neuvillette), exhibitionism (neuvillette), creampie (neuvillette), dacryphilia (neuvillette, cyno), face-sitting (alhaitham), cunnilingus (alhaitham), toys (cyno), masturbation (cyno), overstimulation (cyno),

High on the adrenaline of completing a performance at the Opera Epiclese, as soon as he comes home to you a grin is plastered on the magician's face. Humming, his hands take your own twirling you throughout the room slowly guiding you to the bedroom as he kicks the door close with a soft thud.

His lips captured yours in a passionate kiss, hands resting on your cheek nibbling your bottom lip with fervor.

“Someone’s happy,” you hummed, letting Lyney’s skillful hands lift off the layers of your nightgown until you were bare for him. He chuckled, capturing your lips once more and leans his weight against your own—bottoms tumbling gently on the plush bed.

“What can I say, ma souris? I can’t end a night such as this without a grand enforce,” he cooed back. He laid above you, hand trailing up the curves along your leg before resting on your inner thigh. As he cups your cunt, a soft breath is emitted from your lips causing his grin to widen. He feels you grinding against his palm, your arousal beginning to smear against it.

“Eager, are we?” he cooed once more, pressing his lips against your neck, nibbling down at the sensitive skin. “I guess I have been neglecting you recently, hm?”

His thumb brushed against your clit, causing your hips to involuntary buck—trying to get any bit of friction you could from Lyney. He blew his warm breath into your ear, causing you to shiver toying with the nub as he felt his appendage begin to coat in your slick. Two fingers slowly sank themselves into you, pumping at a slow pace while Lyney’s peppered his lips against your neck.

Lyney needed to hear your voice louder, he needed those soft whines of his name to stretch louder as if it was a roar of joyful noise at one of his shows. His cock strained against his tight pants, grinding itself against your leg.

“More..more…let me see you reach the heavens, mon cœur!” Lyney groaned out, pumping deeper inside of you. His fingers continuously brushed against your gummy walls, your high climbing further and further as your mouth finally opened, voice calling out your lover’s name. You squirmed underneath him as he tried to hold down your waist—his pace still relentlessly as the sinful squelching noise echoed in the melody with your voice.

“You have such a lovely voice. I hope to hear it even more tonight…!”

It’s been a long time since Neuvillette seemed puzzled by humans. It seemed this day in age, their nature seemed odd and contradictory in nature and this aspect leaned over towards his lover as well. He had always read stories of couples yelling their names in absolute pleasure when joining as one, yet whenever Neuvillette seemed to bed you—you seemed not to act like that.

He didn’t think he was bad at sex by any means, he had experience before after all and valued your pleasure over it. But because of that, he feared you weren’t being all that pleasured at all by him. He’d have to change that.

So here you were, in the ungodly hours at night bend over Neuvillette’s desk. You bit you shaky lips, feeling his heavy cock drag against your sensitive walls as his strokes reached deeper and deeper inside of you. The desk rattled to the pace of his thrust, his nails covered in leather, digging into the globe of your ass to spread you out wider.

Slick dribbled down on the marble ground, as he began to grunt loudly—brow furrowed as his frustrations grew.

“Why do you not want to moan for me? All I want to have is your voice echoing throughout these halls,” he grunted, pressing his lips deep in your ear. You bit you lip further before gasping, feelings Neuvillette softly clutch your groan. He could feel your pulse rapidly beat against his hand.

“I-It’s too embarrassing,” you choked out, feeling him grunt against and lay his upper half down on the desk allowing his cock to plunge even deeper inside of you. A mix of pleasure and pain swirled throughout your core as his tips nudged against your cervix.

“Please..mon amour…let me hear you say my name,” he begged in a low voice causing you to shiver. You hesitantly stopped biting your lips as your nails dug into the desk, rising in pitch as you called out the chief justice’s name repeatedly.

“That’s it…that’s it. You’re doing so well for me,” he grunted. Your walls fluttered against his cock as he began to get to Neuvillette, cock pulsating and desperate to release. His grip on your ass lifted, snaking it around to rub tight circles on your clit. Your whines rang out as you finally reached your peak, warming Neuvillette’s heart to the fullest as tears pricked your eyes.

His lips soaked up your salty tears as his hips soon faltered, thick ropes of cum spurting itself inside of you. Globs soon leaked out, joining your arousal on the once pristine floors as Neuvillette tried to catch his breath.

“...I hope to hear more of this side of you in the future.”

Alhaitham was also fairly quiet in bed. Besides his grunts and an occasional low moan of your name, he didn’t find himself being loud in showing you his love in the bedroom. This seemed to irk you so when you brought it up with him, he replied back you were no different—thus, a silent challenge between which one was right was soon immense, who could get the other to moan the loudest.

Your hips covered against his tanned face, eyes teal and orange eyes flickered up in amusement.

“You can back out now before you embarrass yourself,” he stated. You scoffed in response as he shrugged. You need to learn to give him a little more credit when knowing just how to make your body tick.

His large hands rested on your waist, before pushing you down so your cunt was against his mouth. You grinded your lips and bit your lip to prevent any noises from leaking out but that became harder feeling Alhaitham dart out his tongue, flattening it against your clit. Your legs shook as his tongue swiped against your slick, nudging firmly against the nub as one of his hands crept up and squeezed your ass.

His lower mouth was completely coated in your arousal, dripping down his chin and lower cheeks, but his fervor lapping you up did not stop once. He popped the bundle of nerves between his lips, sucking roughly at the nub as pleasure shot throughout your body, a low moan escaping your lips.

His lips curled up in a slight smirk before opening his mouth to let your clit go once more, before flickering it back and forth before sucking it once more. Your nails dug into your thighs, hips grinding themselves against his face.

“Al-Al-Alhaitham,” you sputtered out, walls clamping down on nothing as you frail on top of him, reaching your peak. His cheeks were read as he took big breaths, swiping his tongue against the slick that clung onto his lips.

“It would seem my hypothesis was correct. Now, what exactly should be my reward?”

Cyno was a bit more insecure than he liked to let on, especially when it came to his relationship with you. He often needed some reassurance, whether he asked for it directly or not. So, often times when he bedded you, he needed to hear your voice loud and echoing throughout the large deserts of Sumeru —to signal he was doing a good job pleasuring you.

But when times you didn’t seem to be loud enough for his taste, a bit of a sadistic streak would come out of him.

His scarlet eyes narrowed at the toys vibrating themselves inside of you, hardened cock throbbing in his tight grip. A new mechanism had just gone on the market from Fontaine, and with his savings he managed to buy it to try it out on an occasion he saw fit. Tears pricked your eyes as your body squirmed, hips lifting up trying to reach your high before the toy would stop moving—edging you in a maddening cycle.

You cursed and whined, shifting your hips desperate for the feeling to return again until it finally did, at a much slower ministration this time. Cyno pumped his cock lazily, pressing down against the prominent veins that lined it.

“When I finally cum…I’ll let you as well. I see that as only fair right?” Cyno murmured, pressing a chaste kiss against your sweaty forehead. You give him a soft glare before the toy’s vibration raises once more, causing a loud moan to escape your lips.

Cyno smiled, bucking his hips at the excitement of finally hearing your voice.

“Perhaps if you sounded like that last time when I pleaded with you, you wouldn’t be punished like this,” Cyno chuckled, pressing another kiss on their lips. Your voice raised octaves as the general grunted, shutting his eyes as his cock throbbed in pleasure.

“Cyno! Cyno!” you croaked out, as he bit his lips in responses. He didn’t know why your voice had such a spell on him, but here he was unraveling, cums of cum shooting out and resting on your stomach and chest.

He sighed, slightly ashamed of himself for giving in so quickly as he finally let the toy give you the high you’ve been so desperate for.

Cyno wrapped his arms around you, staring down at your tired form.

“You're a dick, you know that,” you muttered. Cyno chuckled before resting his head against yours.

“I’m just a man hopelessly in love with the way you call out your name. I’m not ashamed of that.”

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garoujo · 9 months

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✩ ˛˚ . GOJO SATORU — sometimes your boyfriend’s want for you just seems to be insatiable.

ஜ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ warnings! f!reader, mating press, breeding, biting, he loses control of his technique a teeny tiny bit at the end, im going absolutely insane. ♡ ˖ ࣪࿐ྂ note! hiii this is a lil mix of my gojo thoughts over the past few months, my sanity is slipping as u can tell <3

the way gojo satoru was in bed was exactly how he was in real life, absolutely merciless when he wanted to be, you realise with the dizzy haze in your mind and the pillow he’s shoved under your hips. there’s a pleasurable burn in your thighs where he’s got them folded into you, your ankles dangling by his ears as his hips press into your ass and the way he looks over you is needy, and a little wild.

but he only really got like this on on a few occasions, like after a gruelling mission, a boring mountain of paperwork or maybe you’d been teasing him. sometimes he’s just consumed by the idea of you carrying his kids— he’s so incredibly insatiable.

“you feel me right here, sweet thing, hm?” the snowy haired man above you hisses with a languid roll of his hips, deliberately pressing into the sweet spots inside of you that he always seems to be able to find so easily. but you can barely breathe, nevermind answer with how full you feel — your warm walls twitching around his heavy shaft before he’s giving you a few more thrusts.

“don’t hold out on me, it feels good, right?” gojo goads, chuckles when the next particularly deep kiss of his cock along your insides has your lips parting to moan, eyes squeezing shut as you wriggle underneath him.

“‘ts too deep, satoru! fuck—“ you manage, voice breaking under the weight of your own arousal but shit— he loves you like this. pliant and pretty and all his. you’re basically begging for him to give you his soul, to pour it into your body and your bones until you’re twitching— his stamina was limitless after all, an endless pool of energy.

“oh? but i’m sure you can take more..” gojo’s words are a low drawl as he curls over your folded figure, making your muscles scream for some sort of relief but he still manages to give you more. he begins a pace that’s so deep, so animalistic that you feel like you could black out with the way the pleasure rips through you, making your body clap against his as his balls smack loudly against your ass and suddenly he’s even deeper.

“see, i knew it.” it’s smug despite the the trembling undercurrent to his tone, breaking under the weight of his own arousal as his voice takes an octave higher. but you’re doing so well for him, your eyes are rolled back— lips parted and you’re basically begging for him to go harder when he leans into press his lips against yours, pushing his name between your lips as your hands grab at him for any sort of relief.

“almost there, right?” gojo groans against you with the next quiver of your walls; the next particularly heavy thrust makes your thighs tremble and he’s so deep it almost hurts, making something spark and burn along your inside as he fucks you into the mattress like a wild animal.

you whimper, barely— it’s a desperately pathetic little sound, wound up tight and it makes him pull away to look at you, crystalline eyes cloudy with lust before his lips are stretching into a smirk.

“oh, more?” gojo’s head cocks to the side and you know you’re done for when his pace picks up, every heavy thrust is driven by the muscles in his body and your pussy squelches loudly with every wet connection of his hips.

“oh, i’ll give you more, baby. so greedy f’ me, hm?” despite his teasing, he’s babbling— sweat beading along his skin as the snowy peaks of his hair frame his flushed features and fuck, the pretty sight above you only makes you feel even better. you’re so high off his desperation, every muscle in your body screams under his but the nerves in your body cry even louder with how good you feel— with how much your body craves him.

“‘ts so tight, you milkin’ me, sweet girl? how many you want, huh? give you as many as you need. wanna see you swollen f’ me, you want that, mhm?” gojo’s barely coherent but his words only make you squeeze around him tighter— a silent little invitation as every thrust has you crying more, more, more! satoru, want your cum—please! punched out little gasps and cries as he digs the orgasm out of you.

“oh, you’ll look so pretty f’ me—f-fuck!” his huge body is looming over yours, pressing you into the mattress and the pillows beneath you. your thighs are flush against his abdomen and chest, and your lungs feel like they quake on every exhale as your lips part to moan. he presses himself into you— face nuzzling into the crook of your neck as he grazes his teeth along the skin there, headboard screeching loudly in time with every smack of his hips.

“‘toru, please please please—‘m g’nna,” you tremble as you shake beneath gojo, thighs tensing tight against his body and he knows he’s got you exactly where he wants you as he smirks against your skin. your orgasm hits you so suddenly, so hard and good that your toes curl where they hang over his shoulders, your body stiffening beneath him and the first milking compression of your pussy makes his pace stutter, hugs him so tight he can’t help but bite so hard into the sensitive skin of your neck he draws blood.

“should see h-how pretty you look like this. tell me ‘ts all mine, y’ gonna make me a daddy, yeah? g’nna fill you up so good. oh, this pussy’s made f’ me, ain’t it?”

his body trembles as he pulls back slightly to watch your cream pool around the base of his cock, your slick smeared along his skin and your walls still throb with every unforgiving push of his hips. your orgasm feels like it stretches on forever as you gasp out broken yeah, yours, love you so much ‘toru, waves rolling through your body with the heat you feel pour and sting along your nerves. it only takes a few more clapping thrusts and your choked confessions before hes kissing you, just as he likes as his lips curl into you.

gojo cums hard, thick and heavy inside of you when he feels your tongue push against his, swallowing both of your groans into the kiss as he pushes his load into your puffy cunt. you’re both so lost in bliss, so unaware of the electricity across your boyfriends skin and the uncomfortable pressure that seems to suddenly weigh down on your intertwined bodies.

the bedroom light flickers but you don’t notice, he’s slurring curses against your lips as he almost pins your thighs to your chest completely, the air between you seems tighter— atoms trembling in the finate space. but he’s continuing to fuck into your sensitive pussy with tiny little thrusts you don’t notice the creek of your furniture as it twitches out of place— like it’s being pulled towards you both. the small flickers of purple fizzle out when you’re both spent and he’s collapsing on top of you with a low, breathy chuckle, making you whine with the cramp you feel in your body.

“‘toru! you’re heavy.” you grumble, voice worn and scratchy but it doesn’t move gojo as he cuddles deeper into you, leaving sweet little kisses along your skin with obnoxious kissy noises— a stark contrast to how filthy he was being a second ago.

you’re both breathing deep as you give up trying to escape from underneath him, opting to press your fingers through his damp hair instead before he finally moves. he pulls back, enough for his cock to push his cum out of your pussy as he does, squelching and dripping into the mattress beneath you both as you jolt slightly. “careful, ‘ts messy, ‘toru.”

gojo whistles lowly before he looks at you again, one of your legs still haphazardly thrown over his shoulder before he’s placing a sweet kiss to your ankle, then following it up with a painfully languid, experimental thrust as his crystalline eyes focus on the mess he’s made of you.

“come on, sweet girl. you’re not nearly full enough f’ me yet.”

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wyvernest · 9 months

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mating szn

part 1 (part2)

pairing: miguel o'hara x f!gf!reader

warnings: smut, fluff, scent marking, primal play, rutting miguel, possessiveness, reader is ovulating

summary: miguel comes home feeling extremely needy

You're preparing dinner when you hear the opaque glass doors of your shared mansion open for your lover to come in. It's almost midnight, and it doesn't take you longer than a few seconds to realize how tired he has to be.

Miguel walks into the open kitchen, frowning.

"Baby! I missed you!" You jolt to him, pans clattering dangerously as you throw them aside, careful enough not to ruin your work but swiftly enough to get to him as fast as possible.

You curl your arms around his neck, standing on your tiptoes, pressing your chest flush against his hard pecs. His hands grab at your hips, absentmindedly and by habit.

"What's wrong?". You place a gentle, loving hand on his cheek, trying to meet his gaze. But he's not looking at you. His eyes are darting all over your face and body, brows still creased.

He could feel it, your scent. A collection of the whole day, everything you've done. The food, the places you've been. He feels like it's been so long since this morning, when he woke up beside you, kissing along your neck.

He feels a surge of blood rush from his heart and through his lucidity, a shot of adrenaline inexplicably taking over him.

You don't smell of him anymore. Anger bubbles in his chest as he thinks of all the people you must've talked to around HQ, who didn't smell his strong musk on you, who had no idea you belonged to him.

He's never felt like this before. He brushes the unfamiliar feeling aside for a moment, grounded by the silent plea in your eyes.

"I'm good. Just a bit tired." He brushes wild strands of baby hairs out of your face, finally matching the loving look you've greeted him with from the start.

He leaves you to finish the meal and steps into the shower, hoping that an ice cold stream would cool him down. Only it doesn't do anything but worsen the situation.

The second he feels the water spray hit his body, he flinches, unlike the usual relief he gets. His skin is abnormally feverish, the ghost of your body in his arms taunting him further into madness. He soon finds himself desperate to get out, to be reunited with you and the warmth only you could ever provide for him.

Images of your supple body breaking in his embrace flood his already lust crazed mind against his better judgment, and he feels his cock fatten slightly at the memory.

When he takes it in his hand, he nearly starts bucking his hips into his hold, sensitive and insanely needy. He imagines you in the bathtub with him, arching your back over the edge, spreading your legs for him to pound his cock into you under the hot stream, your moans echoing and ringing into the stone tiles.

He can't take it anymore. His body aches for your touch and attention.

Exiting the shower, he pulls a pair of loose boxers up his thighs, the only thing he can tolerate with the fever that has taken hold of him so suddenly.

And then, he focuses on the image of you, standing where he left you, gently stirring in a bowl. You're wearing one of his t-shirts, draped down to the middle of your thighs and over your elbows, an oversized dress.

He approaches you, wrapping his arms around your front and waist, dropping a fraction of his weight on your back just to keep you from moving or fighting against it. You throw your head back, closing your eyes.

His head drops to your neck, kissing here and there, exhales smoldering hot on your throat, stopping momentarily to deeply inhale your scent. Among all others, there is a distinctive smell of you, of your arousal and need for him that drives him mad.

"Wait- Miguel, let me finish this-" You protest, your creamy tone betraying your true intentions.

He groans, kissing your naked shoulder, his hands squeezing your form in front of him.

All tasks are ultimately abandoned as he pushes you against the counter, his defined abs hitting your back, the marble surface cold against your thighs. He presses his fat, hard cock up against your plush ass, his hands fondling your breasts through his shirt, groaning low and quiet in your ear.

With his biceps curled and constricted around your navel, your body goes limp in his hold, trembling ever so slightly as his warm, broad palms squeeze the soft flesh of your tits. He pushes them together, massaging gently, almost experimentally. He flattens them with the heels of his palms softly, only to them constrict his fingers around them so perfectly, fondling and groping away.

"Mm- Miguel, oh-" You breathe out, finding balance on your hands, arching your back into him. You feel your core pulsate with need, swelling up under his movements. You're almost completely wrapped up in his massive body, with nowhere to go.

And just then, you accidentally knock a knife off the counter, startled when it hits the marble floor with a loud clank. He jumps, backing up from your body. Your face is flushed, eyes half lidded, breath heavy, nipples perked under the thin cotton. Landing back to your senses, you move to bend down and pick it up.

His eyes automatically snap to your round ass and the dark wet spot on your panties that invites him so blatantly to shove his cock in between your pussy lips.

He can't help it. He can't control himself anymore.

Balance leaves your position as you feel his rough, eager hands grip your hips, harshly pulling you back into him. The plumpness of your ass hits the girthy shaft of his cock, but before you can look for the lost balance with your hands in front of you, he thrusts his erection up against your clothed cunt, making you whine in need.

"Ay, mi amor-" His voice is rugged and satisfied, laced with a deep groan. A broad palm hits the side of your behind, making the tender flesh ripple against his hard-on. "Te necesito muchísimo ahora." (I need you so badly right now.)

You yelp, perplexed, instinctively grabbing his wrists for balance. He pulls you up with your back against his chest, splaying a cursory hand across your abdomen, sending shivers thundering down your spine and butterflies fluttering in your stomach.

"Miguel!" You playfully fight against his possessive hold, "Is this your way of helping me prepare dinner?!" You free yourself, giggling and letting a wide smile take over your features. Stepping back and extending your arms in front of you in an attempt to shield yourself from him, you chuckle wholeheartedly.

Seeing you resist, he lets out a defeated exhale.

"Fine. I'll be good, lo prometo." (I promise). He motions for you to come closer and trust that he'll behave. Letting your guard down, you approach the counter, eyes fixated on his playfully.

He feels your body heat nearing him, so comfortable and tempting. The smell of you, and everything that drives him crazy about your presence alone. His breaths deepen and quicken abruptly, his cock straining in his boxers, twitching freely against the material, begging to be enveloped in your wet warmth.

He looks down at you like a panther about to pounce, waiting for the perfect moment to do so. Your smile curls wider, eyes shining with lust and a teasing playfulness. His body dwarfs yours, his shadow alone making you feel puny. His shoulders are tense, the same way they are when he's on top of you, riding you into next Tuesday.

He shifts to place a clawed hand on the counter, the sharp edged digits tapping against the surface catching your attention momentarily in the corner of your eye. He exploits the split second it takes you to look down to his arm, snapping and squatting to grab your thighs, throwing you over his shoulder.

"NO! You promised! Miguel! The food!" You try to reason, throwing any and each accusation you can think of, knowing that you definitely don't want him to drop it and leave you alone, truly. And he knows it.

And that's when he feels it. With your ass on his bulky shoulder, he can smell it. Your arousal, dripping hot. His fat cock finally hardens completely, its monstrously girthy shaft poking through the shorts.

You're ovulating.

Groaning ruggedly, he delivers a rough spank to your plump ass before pushing two fingers over the wet mound of your clothed pussy, running them over your slit, teasingly, collecting more of your scent.

He swears the only thing stopping him from fucking you raw right on the kitchen floor is your comfort.

"Okay! You win! Put me down, I'll let you fuck me."

Without a second thought, he places you back on the floor, hands on your hips, talons grazing your tender skin deliciously.

His eyes have reddened, pupils blown wide, exhales hot and labored. You don't want anything more than to wrap your arms around his neck, to press yourself into him, to feel his hard abdomen on your stomach, his pecs on your soft tits, his mouth on your neck.

But you want to see more of how needy he is.

You jolt to the stairs with no warning, climbing the winding wooden steps like a cat. You hear him behind you, his weight put onto each movement as he chases close behind, the staircase creaking under him.

Looking behind before reaching the hallway of the first floor of your mansion, you feel your panties dampen at the sight of the man and the sheer size of him, massive shoulders slightly hunched forward in focus and adrenaline, his height successfully making you stagger on your way to the bedroom.

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a/n: primal play is thoroughly discussed beforehand. insisting that your partner has sex with you even after resistance without having discussed the aforementioned resistance is abusive.

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Choso x fem!reader

cw: cunningulus

“Cho,” you murmur, glancing at your boyfriend who was sitting behind you. You were watching the latest film, on the couch with your lovely boyfriend, Choso.

However, he was distracting you with his hands under your t-shirt. “Mmh,” he hums, not looking away from the tv, but still playing with your soft tits as if they were an anti-stress. You sighed and brought your gaze back on the tv, trying to not think at his big hand playing with your nipples. You bit your lower lip and squirmed slightly in his lap, trying to adjust yourself when you felt heat pool between your legs.

His other hand was tracing little circles on your abdomen, and with the passing of time, it went lower until he reached the hem of your pants. You took a long breath, attempting to calm your racing heart, as the film faded into the background, adding to your annoyance at how your partner was stimulating you without satisfying you.

“You okay?,” Choso whispered against your ear, and you had to close your eyes to not think about his husky and sensual voice brushing against your skin. You nodded, humming softly when you felt his little grin against your ear. Asshole. He perfectly knew what he was doing. “Mhh, then stop squirming… you are distracting me,” he teased, before bringing his attention back on the tv.

You attempted to focus your attention back on the tv, but the events of the film were completely different from before, and you couldn’t stop thinking about his touch which was making you more aroused with the passing of time. Your breath hitched when you feel his fingers slip under the waistband of your pants but, before he could go lower, you slapped his hand away. “Hey,” he called you while chuckling, his deep voice rumbling against your back.

You glared at him and moved away to sit next to him, putting distance between the two of you. He looked at you properly in that moment, but you ignored him. “Baby,” he whined softly, leaning closer to you, already reaching out again with his hands towards you. However, before he could touch you, you swatted his hands away. “I want to watch the film, Cho,” you lied, keeping your gaze on the tv.

In your peripheral vision you could see Choso pouting slightly at you, not liking the way you were escaping his touch. After a few seconds you turned to him with a raised brow. “What?,” you asked innocently, which caused your boyfriend to huff before scooting closer to you on the couch. At that, you slid further away, closer to the couch’s arm.

“Stop moving away and let me touch you,” he said, a hint of whine in his voice. You chuckled at his attitude and shook your head, looking back at the tv, playfully ignoring him. “And don’t ignore me,” he went on, sliding closer to you.

You chuckled as you slid away again, until you reached the end of the couch. The film was still playing but neither of you was giving it attention anymore. When Choso saw that you were cornered, a grin appeared on his face, ready to pounce on you. “Now… will you let me take care of you properly?,” he murmured huskily, slowly sliding between your bent legs.

You bit your lower lip as you looked at him through half lidded eyes, while he leaned closer and captured your lips in a tender kiss. His body pressed closer to yours, purposely letting you feel his weight on top of you, cornering you against the couch. “I want to watch the film..,” you murmured against his mouth when he pulled back, and at your words, he raised his brows and smirked. “You sure? It doesn’t really seem that way though,” he whispered, leaning down to leave wet kisses against your neck.

Your eyes closed at the feeling and you let out a sigh, leaning your head back to give him more space. “It’s your fault,” you answered him, your voice low and already breathless. You felt his grin against your skin at your words, before he reached under your shirt again, slowly inching it up, uncovering your skin. You shivered at his big warm hands on your body.

“And why is that?,” he asked you, looking up at you with faux innocence. His hands reached your breasts, and he slowly circled your nipples with his thumb, waiting for your answer. Your breath hitched at the feeling, and you slightly arched your back. “Because…,” you started, but your voice died when he leaned down to kiss your left nipple first, then went to the right one. He was looking straight in your eyes while he did that and the sight made you even wetter than you already were. He grinned at your loss of words.

“Because?,” he prompted, smirking devilishly at you before he helped you remove your t-shirt. You took a deep breath while observing him go down your body, leaving soft kisses on your stomach and under your navel, still holding your gaze in his lustful one.

“Because… you are distracting me...,” you said, biting your lower lip when he reached the waistband of your pants. He hooked his fingers under it and slowly pulled them down, looking at you intently and nodding to signal you to go on.

But it was hard for you when he was looking at you so with his big dark eyes and he was touching you like you were his treasure. “… and that’s not fair because I was really interested in the film,” you murmured, not wanting to give up yet to the pleasure he was making you feel. He grinned at your words and clicked his tongue, removing your pants before he brought his gaze on your panties. There was a wet patch just above where your hole is, and at the sight, Choso’s cock throbbed in his pants.

“Don’t mind me then, keep watching the film… I just want to taste your sweet cunt,” he murmured, and at that you remembered of the film still playing in the background. However, when you moved your gaze towards the tv, he took that as an opportunity to slide your panties to the side and lick a long stripe along your pussy lips.

You gasped at the feeling and brought your gaze back on your boyfriend between your spread legs. “Fuck, baby… you are so wet, and all f’me?,” He murmured while brushing his nose against your clit and inhaling your scent. You let out a soft whine at him and brought your hands to his unbound hair. “Mmh…,” you moaned, grinding your hips against his face.

He brought his hands to your panties and lowered them down quickly. Without losing a moment, he latched his mouth to your pussy. He sucked on your hole before flicking his tongue against your clit. You moaned and gently tugged his hair, arching your back. “Slow down, Cho,” you whined, feeling yourself getting impossibly wetter at the eagerness of your boyfriend.

He shook his head, rubbing his nose against your clit before bringing his finger to your hole. “Sorry, you just taste so good, baby,” he muttered against your folds. He easily inserted two fingers inside of you, and you moaned at how big they were. You felt yourself already close from the way Choso was stimulating you, licking fat stripes against your clit while his fingers pumped inside of you fast.

You cried out in pleasure after he angled his hand better and started hitting your g-spot, while giving kitten licks to your clit. His eyes were closed, and in the haze you noticed how he was slightly rutting his hips against the couch. “Your cunt is so sweet, fuck,” he moaned against your skin.

You tugged his hair and arched your back when he started to suck on your clit, feeling your orgasm approaching. “Oh, god, baby…,” you moaned, throwing your head back against the cushions and grinding your hips against his face.

“Come for me, love,” he murmured against your cunt and soon after, you felt your body shivering from the intensity of your orgasm washing over you. Choso was looking up at you, grinning at the sight of you so lost in pleasure. He kept stimulating you with his fingers, prolonging your pleasure until he felt your body go limp against the couch. “Fuck...,” you said breathless, chuckling softly as you brought an arm to cover your eyes.

You felt the couch dipping on your sides followed by Choso’s lips against your jaw, kissing you softly. “You still want to watch the film?,” he asked in a murmur, and you moved away your arm, wrapping them around his neck. You brought him down and kissed his lips, moaning at the taste of yourself on him. When you pulled back, you smiled, rolling your eyes. “Shut up,” you said, and Choso chuckled softly before attacking your face with kisses.

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