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torasplanet · 4 months
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❝𝙃𝙀𝙇𝙇𝘾𝘼𝙏 𝙎𝙍𝙏.ᐟ❞
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A. ARLERT, C. SPRINGER, E. YEAGER + GN/AFAB. READER
𝙨𝙪𝙢𝙢𝙖𝙧𝙮 ; your plug!bf lovesss taking you for rides in his hellcat;)
𝙬𝙖𝙧𝙣𝙞𝙣𝙜𝙨 ; smut, gn!reader for armin and eren, afab!reader for connie, car sex, oral (m!receiving/armin), backshots(eren), p in v(connie), petnames (baby, slut, bae), cheating (armin), homewrecker!armin coffee addict!eren, drug dealing, praise, light degradation, can you tell armin's my fav? reader kinda has a bit of a tummy in connie's, belly bulging(connie) skin color not mentioned
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A. ARLERT
Armin loved having you ride with him and you loved it too. You loved it even more after getting out of a rough argument with your boyfriend because being with him just made everything so much more amazing!
So when Armin texted you asking if you wanted to come to ride with him a day after you argued with your pathetic excuse of your boyfriend leaving you all sad because he nearly hit you, of course you agreed even though you knew what he was going to do.
You've gone on so many rides with Armin while he was dealing and doing shit that he even thought of getting your name stitched on that passenger seat.
He might as well get it stitched on the backseat too because everyyy ride, you seem to make your way back there with him going back with you.
"Fuck..." Armin groaned loudly as he threw his head back against the soft black seats of the Hellcat, it was a drastic difference from the Frostbite exterior that you adored. His hand tangled in your hair as you looked up at him mouth full of cock and your nose buried into his surprisingly curly blonde pubes.
You blinked up at him almost wanting to smile at his face full of pleasure "I love you so much, baby." Armin moaned out his back arching slightly as your hands that were sat on his knees slid up his denim jeans and rested on his thighs. It was a little crazy for him to be moaning that so loud when he was supposed to be waiting for a customer to meet him here.
How could he control himself when your head was just so fucking amazing?
You brought a hand to grip him as you pulled your mouth off smiling up at him "Wanna kiss." You muttered as Armin looked down at you a smile forming on his face, he grabbed your jaw and leaned down before pressing his lips to yours sloppily as you continued to jerk him off. Unlike your stupid boyfriend, Armin had no problem giving you anything you wanted and not like material things. (though he does do that too.)
Armin didn't care if he was around his customers, friends, or whatever, if you wanted a kiss, you'd get one. The deepest kiss anyone's ever seen actually. Shit, if you wanted to drag him away for maybe a quickie or because you just can't help but want his cock in your mouth, he'd allow it. Dropping a whole conversation just to satisfy you.
This is why when a customer was taking wayyyy too long and said that his friend was gonna come pick it up for him, he let you climb into that backseat and give him head when you asked if he wanted some.
"Love you s'much." You blubbered breaking the kiss before putting your head right back down on him your swollen lips wrapping around his cock once more "Shittt! You're my best slut baby...ugh." The blonde said grabbing the handle of the door that was luckily locked because if it wasn't, everyone would've seen his best baby.
Too bad that was cut short with a knock at his tinted window "Hold on baby." Armin said with a groan turning to the door as did you taking your mouth off him as you shoved him back into his PSD boxers "Hand me my shit, will you?" The blue-eyed male asked you a little pissed off because he didn't get to cum while looking back down and you happily nodded.
Reaching back and grabbing the little baggies that sat in the driver's seat before handing it to him. Armin rolled down the window and there he was.
Your boyfriend standing there looking down at the scene in front of him his gaze going from you to Armin back and forth as you plucked one of Armin's pubes from your tongue "What the fuck?" He cursed frowning down at you and Armin. Guess he must've been that friend.
"So I take it you don't want your shit anymore?"
E. YEAGER
Eren felt just horrible.
He woke you up on his way out to get his morning coffee because he sucked at making coffee and he had customers later today so there was no way he could get through that without coffee. You knew this and knew how he'd try and sneak out without waking you up because he knew how much you hated waking up early and how you would insist on going with him because you didn't want to be alone.
So you were in the car with him still in your pajamas practically falling asleep in the passenger seat and he just felt horrible for that so he decided to make a little detour to give you a small pick-me-up.
Eren's hands gripped your hips harshly as his hips snapped into yours repeatedly as you moaned loudly "Unh! 'Ren!" You sputtered loudly your hands running down the tinted window looking for something to grip. Shit you were even going to grab onto the seatbelt, you were that desperate.
It was just so good, that you needed something to grab onto or bite onto.
"Still tired baby?" Eren asked as he leaned closer his chest pressing against your back as his cold hand trailed from your hip to up your shirt grouping gently as your back arched from the sudden coldness on your nipple.
You hated it when he was teasing you. Of course, you weren't tired. Not with his cold hands wandering all over your body and his hips continuously snapping into yours with noises of him sliding in and out echoing throughout the car.
You turned your head back to gaze at your boyfriend but with an especially hard thrust, your cheek pressed against the window "Ow! Eren!" You whined looking back at your long-haired boyfriend, he let out a small smile before pressing a small kiss on the nape of your neck.
"Sorry baby," Eren muttered trailing kisses from down your nape to down your spine, and his thrusts slowed a bit. Eren's apology was empty and meaningless, he probably meant to do it just to see the pout on your face.
Such a meanie.
The tickling of his wet kisses made a giggle escape your lips through moans and whines.
You looked down not wanting to soil the pitch-black seats, this car was so expensive...probably worth more than your entire life but Eren clearly didn't care from how he'd initiate shit like this almost every time you hopped in that car.
You didn't understand that. There'd always be a white stain on these seats and he looked like he didn't have a care in the world but oh let any of his customers touch that Octane Red paint on his car and all hell would break loose.
Guess you were just different huh? Special even. "You still need coffee or is this enough huh?"
C. SPRINGER
Connie absolutely adored you.
You were pretty, smart, and such a good fuck.
Soooo it was only right that he celebrated you getting a 100% on a test you've been studying for forever by giving you the best present ever right in the back of his hellcat<3
You were so pretty moaning under him laid out in the backseat, your face twisted with pleasure, sweat beads rolling down your forehead and drool dropping down from your lips to your chin from your mouth that refused to close and just kept spilling out more and more whines and moans.
Connie ran his hand down from your throat and to your bare stomach resting it there before pushing down gently earning a yelp from you. You couldn't even think straight, you'd used up all your brains on that test, and the little that was left, Connie was busy fucking it all out.
His strong smell of weed and cologne filled your nostrils along with the amazing and clean smell of his car, it just made everything more pleasurable for you.
"Look at me, bae." Connie cooed pressing down on your stomach again making your eyes shoot open and another loud whine escape from your throat.
"M' sorry!" You blabbered out your head nearly hitting the door over and over with Connie's thrusts, Connie's hand went to your face comfortingly "Don't apologize baby. Just wanna see yo' pretty eyes." The springer boy said with a reassuring smile on his face leaning down to press a kiss on the tip of your nose.
A small laugh escaped your lips from the tickling feeling as you gazed up at your boyfriend with such adoration and desire in your eyes as your hands came to hold onto the back of his neck "When we get home I'll give you more." Thoughts of what Connie could do popped into your head continuously as a smile formed on your face.
He could eat you out maybe? Maybe let you ride him? There were so many things he could do when this was over and he drove you two home.
Connie was a freak. There was no doubt about that, he liked some shit you'd never even heard of before you met him and was down for anything and everything which only made the possibilities of what he could do endless.
Connie leaned forward kissing you passionately as his thrusts got sloppier and harder. Your tongues fighting for dominance with his winning almost instantly earning a small chuckle from him but it stopped just as soon as it started as the kiss got deeper.
He was stealing the breaths from you with every thrust.
"Next time you get an A, we'll do it anywhere you want."
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sacharinee · 10 months
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thinking ab peter having a bad tiring day and reader giving him face massages and body massages after they take a bath ‼️
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pairing: bf!peter parker x reader
w/c: 780
a/n: hi anon!! i loved writing for this request sm so thank u for sending it <3 i did, however, completely forget to write abt the part about them taking the bath together. im so sorry 😭 but i hope u still enjoy :(( about one spider-man kiss and a ton of domestic!peter
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peter knows exactly what he needs right now after a long day. 
there’s only one thing in the world that could make up for having a shitty day and that’s you. 
but unfortunately for peter, when he patters into your shared apartment, you’re nowhere to be found.
“babe?” he calls out. 
he strips himself of his shoes and walks down the short hall to your bedroom, only to find the closet open and your work clothes missing. peter skrinks at your absence and pouts, “great.”
he ponders about taking a nap, but it’s a quarter to nine and he’d rather be awake when you arrive home. 
when his stomach growls, he realizes he’s gone almost an entire day without a proper meal, save for the granola bar you shoved in his hand before he kissed you goodbye. 
as he enters the kitchen, he finds a note left on the counter, scribbled in your handwriting,
“emergency shift at the hospital, back by 9 tonite. food in the fridge, love you!”
peter frowns at your note, sticks it onto the fridge, and pulls out the meal you prepared for him.
he heats up the food and chews the stale chicken slowly. he really misses you. even with your bland food and lack of seasoning, he still enjoys anything from you. you try your best for him. 
when he’s finished cleaning his dishes, peter debates on showering. he wants to wait for you, to take a nice hot shower with you, and clean each other’s stress away. but he’s really stinky from work, and he’d rather just go to bed with you. so he undresses and takes a long shower alone.
peter’s prayers are answered when he reenters the shared bedroom dressed in pajamas. 
“hi baby,” you chirp. you take off your glasses and set the book you were reading aside. 
peter’s heart swells at the sight. you’re laying on your side of the bed, hair in a bun, away from your face. you’re dressed in your boyfriend’s plaid boxers and a geeky t-shirt you stole from his dresser.
the tv is playing some rerun of your favorite tv show as he crawls himself across the bed and plops himself in between your open legs. 
peter nests his heavy head upon your pelvis and lets out a deep sigh. your palms run down his clad back, kneading the tense muscles.
“did you eat yet?” he tries to nod his head, “yea, chicken was good, super tasty, thanks, y/n/n” he replies.
he may or not be telling you the whole truth. you’re cooking wasn’t amazing, but he would never tell you that. 
peter flips himself over, staring at you adoringly upside down. your soft hands trace his buff arms, comfort spreading throughout his skin from your touch, “what happened today, petey?”
he exhales, furrowing his brows, and squeezes his eyes shut. he juts his bottom lip out while you weave your fingers and pull through his damps locks. 
“everything went wrong today. everything,” he takes a deep breath, “i was late for biochem, had a pop quiz for psych. not that it was hard but still. i forgot i had tutoring today too, so i'm out fifteen bucks. and we were understaffed for work, so that was a bust. so many mean customers in queens,” he takes a look at you, “we should move somewhere else.”
you snicker at his comment and slide your fingers over his funky left eyebrow, smoothing out the knit and massaging his temples, “yea, like where?” 
you love all versions of peter, but you think this is your favorite. relaxed at your touch, devoting himself wholeheartedly to you. he’s embraced and fully engulfed by you, like putty in your hands. 
“like,” your boyfriend seems distracted, voice deep, staring at you with nothing but affection, “sunnyside? maybe?” peter licks his lips and clears his throat, “just somewhere safer, nicer. for you.”
you’re beaming down at his face; your warm hands cup his cheeks while you land a long and overdue tender kiss upside down. you feel peter smile into the kiss, exhaling through his nose in contentment. 
you keep your hands on his face and gently caress the soft skin as you pull away.
“that sounds nice,” your heart squeezes at the thought as he continues, “we could settle down there, have a family, you know? white picket fence and all. ‘m picturing you in your hot scrubs, bringin’ home the bacon. and i’ll be at home, taking care of the kids.” 
you’re giggling at the scene as you chime in, “and we could have family dinners every saturday night, or- ooh! i could take yoga classes sunday mornings and-”
peter snickers at you, “what you need are some cooking classes.”
gasping, you flick his forehead, “you said you loved my cooking!”
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beforeimdeceased · 7 months
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🌾🥃🪑 PARADISE — ELLIE WILLIAMS
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moodboard layout ib @munsonsfairy
somewhere in southwest texas, glimmering under the sun, was none other than ellie williams. a car mechanic and a damn good one. she’d had her fair share of run ins with the police on a list, taped to the front of the chief’s desk.
possession of illegal substances, aggravated assault, and failure to appear in court. but fuck court. ellie just wanted to come home to her sweetheart, you.
in a small corner just off the highway lay a simple plot of land. two decades ago they’d turned it into a trailer park, but it was becoming more of a community to you.
you and ellie had hauled ass and held yourselves up pretty well there the last four years. she’d been fleeing from bad things all her life. this was her one shot at staying still.
you were fanning yourself with an old newspaper, sat on your porch in a lawn chair that always creaked when you moved. ellie was gonna get to fixing it one day.
you swat a bug off your leg before reaching for your iced glass of sun tea. letting the cold liquid slip down your throat and soothe your body’s rising temperature.
above the sunglasses sat on top of your head was a sweet kiss placed in your hair. ellie had come outside to greet you.
“hey baby, soaking in the sun?” she smiles. a tank top bunched up on her waist at a pair of shorts that were way too big for her. her boxers peaking through as she continued to pull them up and let them fall. pull them up, let them fall. over and over.
“more like the sun’s frying my ass.” you chuckle a bit to yourself. she laughs along with you. “come on inside i wanna show you something.”
what you laid your eyes on festered up tears. she’d made a custom photo frame for the two if you. etchings of your initials with roses and flowers adorned it’s sides. a photograph of you two smiling when you’d first arrived was in the middle.
you envelop her in a hug, wrapping your arms around her neck as hers fall to your waist. “oh ellie! it’s beautiful.” you smile.
she grabs your hips, her grip a bit firmer now as she looks into your eyes. “i’m glad you like it.”
you let a sweet kiss linger on her lips, your mouths dripping with desire. your blood rushing with excitement. you were so content with the life you’d built, you wanted her right then and there.
“cmon.” she trails as her right hand in yours leads you to the bedroom. she carefully places you on the bed, peppering kisses on your face. her fingers hooked into the hem of your jean shorts, struggling to pull them down.
you help her, unbuckling them, and letting them be forgotten as they fall past your ankles to the floor. her hand snaking up your thigh to rub you over your panties.
a soft moan spilling from your lips is caught by hers. she chuckles as you struggle to kiss back.
her fingers slide your underwear to the side and trail over your soaked lips, rubbing your wetness and making a mess of your cunt. your underwear had long before been ruined.
she dips two fingers in, the nectar of your heat allowing her to slip in easily. you lean back onto your elbows looking up at her. she can’t help but smile.
“always so easy to slip in, i’ll never get tired of it. you’re always so wet for me fuck.”
her fingers move faster, free hand carefully finding itself on your lower back. you lean into her touch finding yourself grinding on her fingers. a long and drawn out, “fuuuck.” is all that leaves her lips as she watches you. your steady pace, back and forth. practically drooling as she watches herself slip in and out of you. your slick a sheen coating on her fingers and dripping down her palm.
this is paradise.
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xxbimbobunnyxx · 25 days
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Rafe Cameron x Bimbo!Reader ~ bratty reader, daddy kink, hinted pet play, implied blow job 18+MDNI! Part 2
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“Daddy, pleeeease?”
“I just don’t understand why you’d wanna do that when they have those fancy ass ones I could custom order for you?” Rafe is looking down at you like you just grew a second head, his eyebrow cocked while he waits for a response.
“Because, I saw it on TikTok and I thought it was a really cute idea!! I thought it would be fun for us to do together!!” You pout up at him all doe eye’d like you know he loves, your hands clasped together under your chin.
“You saw it on fuckin’ TikTok, of course. You and those god damn trends.” He scoffs at you, rolling his eyes. “My girl isn’t gonna walk around wearing a cheap ass pet collar, if you want something like that I’ll get you an actually nice one. Hey, quit with that fuckin’ face, alright?”
“That’s not what I want!” You let out a little huff, stomping your foot. “I think the little collars and dog tags look super cute! Are you saying I wouldn’t look cute?”
“Kitty, I’m warning you, drop the fuckin’ attitude.” He leans down to your level with a stern look on his face. “Or else you’re gonna regret it. And you won’t get shit.”
“Pleaseeeeee.” You stick your bottom lip out extra, clasping your hands together tighter so it accentuates your cleavage in your little top. “Why can’t we get both? We can just get this one until whatever ‘fancy’ one you wanna buy comes!”
“No.”
A smirk spreads across your lips as you drop to your knees in front of him, reaching for his belt.
“Are you sure, daddy?” You bite your lip, looking up at him through hooded eyes.
“You can suck my dick all you want baby girl, I’m still not taking you to fuckin’ Petco for a collar.”
“We’ll see about that.” You pull his shorts and boxers down, taking his cock all the way down your throat without warning.
“Oh fuuuuckkkkk”
Hours later you’re walking out of the pet store with your cute little pink collar that has “Kitty” engraved into the silver heart tag dangling from it. Rafe insisted on putting his name and phone number on the back.
“I thought you wanted to be my pet, princess? We have to make sure people know who to return you to, in case you get lost.”
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nanivinsmoke · 5 months
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Bestfriend’s Toy
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Gojo x F!Reader
had to reupload because tumblr found my og picture nsfw. baby that’s what I write here! anyways, enjoy ~
summary ~ gojo uses you as his toy, whenever, where ever he wants. gojo x f!reader
warnings ~ dom, sub, dominate male, sub reader, cream pies, multiple orgasms, orgasm denial, breeding, public sex, exhibitionism and more!
the sound of squelching and loud creaks of the bed vibrated throughout the room. their bodies moved in sync as they indulged in one another. her moans were muffled by her pink laced panties that the male had put into her mouth, as he pounded her cunt sloppy.
he was underneath her, supporting her from the top, as he jackhammered her hard; her wetness making a white slippery mess on his cock. her legs were weak and wobbly, yet she was taking his dick perfectly. “mmm. take my load. yeah?” she nodded her head quickly, feeling another orgasm approaching.
he pounded faster and harder, his mushroom tip kissing her spot each time. his warm thick load pooled inside of her as his stroke became sloppy. her eyes began to roll back and that feeling came in her stomach once again, but before she could enjoy it he pulled out of her immediately, making tears brim her eyes and whimpers muffling against the fabric.
he chuckled and pulled her panties out, letting her speak her mind, “gojo…..” she whined looking at him with sad eyes, wanting to feel complete. “what’s the matter, doll?” he teased as he grabbed his boxers, knowing exactly what she wanted. “please…please let me finish,” she begged and spread her thick thighs, which let his kids flow out of her.
“my toys don’t get to finish. now be a good cum dump and put those back on, you’re wasting it” he pointed at the pink garments lying next to her, before he continued to get dressed.
y/n and gojo were best friends. they met in college and did everything together, even working at the same job as each other. one night during a game of strip poker, y/n had the winning streak but the tables turned in gojo’s favor, which ended up having the game end up as a tie. as a tie breaker he suggested something different, something that changed their relationship forever. to make that long and lewd story short, they ended up being a six and a nine that night, seeing who could cum first. he was the loser that time, but seeing how well she could make him cum loads, he decided on making her his fuck toy and she obliged.
“your receipt is in the bag, enjoy your day. beautiful” the customers squealed and smiled as Gojo flirted with them, exiting the store while giggling and talking about how cute he was. while he was putting their cash into the drawer, he glanced over at the girl that was crouching next to him, shivering and whimpering as the toy that was inserted inside her went rampant inside her hole.
“you didn’t make any noise, good girl. as your reward, im going to turn the toy off for now. in the meantime, you can go stock the shelves” his blue eyes trailed over to the next customer walking into their convenience store and a smirk appeared on his face.
waddling over to an isle, y/n moved slow as she was still weak from being overstimulated a few minutes ago. her panties were soaked with her fluids, making it uncomfortable for her to move around, she had came so much she was sure he drained her. but, the thought of being caught, the thought of someone hearing the buzzing of the toy, the thought of someone finding out what she was doing; made her blush. gojo had brought out a side she didn’t know she had. she liked it.
the customer that entered the store looked around puzzled, not able to find what they were looking for, which made the white haired male smile. he knew exactly what to do, “you need help miss?” his smile seemed genuine, but it was hardly that. “oh im looking for this,” the woman pointed at her phone and that cause gojo’s smile to widen more. “ah yes, that’s down that aisle. there should be a woman down there that can help you,” his smile was bright and the woman nodded her head.
“miss? can you help me find something that im looking for?” the woman’s voice called out to y/n who turned around and nodded with a smile, slowly waddling over to her. “Oh, that’s over he—OH!” gojo had turned on the toy once again, putting it on the highest setting. “are yoh alright miss–oh my god!” y/n had dropped to her knees, as the orgasm came upon her. the orgasm she so desperately needed caused her legs to go weak. her breathing picked up and her mind went blank.
“oh my! sorry about her, she hadn’t slept much. here! this is on the house. Im going to take care of her for a bit. thanks for stopping at our store” gojo handed the woman the item she was looking for before picking y/n’s body up and making his way to the back room. when the two were finally alone, she was still in her daze as gojo stared at her with a smirk with the remote in hand. “how many times did you cum?”
her eyes fluttered up to his, “five times…” she replied weakly and he chuckled before turning off the toy with the remote. he swiftly pulled down his zipper and pushed his hard cock through the hole and with no hesitation he slipped y/n’s panties to the side; his pink tip at her slick entrance before he stopped. his blue crystal eyes met her’s for a brief moment, before she looked away and bucked her hips closer to him and pushed him inside. “shit! attagirl. taking me so well”
her wetness immediately coated his dick, creating a film of cream over it, “you came again didn’t you?” he already knew the answer as he felt her walls contract around him. she nodded weakly her eyes fixtated on the door behind them, her ears perked up when she heard the store’s door chime on the opposite side of the door. “oh? you got excited didn’t you? let’s make sure they can hear you take this dick”
he slammed his hips foreward, pushing himself deeper inside of her making her yelp out. He continued this action more, loving the noises she finally decided to let out. “mmm. so fucking sexy, I can do it inside?” he groaned softly, stroking in and out of her sopping wet cunt. she nodded frantically hearing the customers call out for them.
gojo’s strokes became sloppier and fast paced, and his dick twitched inside of her. y/n’s orgasm came crashing down on her hard, her body twitched and her back arched, “YES!” gojo let out his load inside of her, his thick white semen dripped out of her when he pulled out.
“you know I’m going to punish you later for cumming so much, right? now, let’s go see what they want”
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fadedin2u · 3 months
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pick up and roll the dice - ch. 2
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read in between the lines, i know you love me…
summary: ellie takes you to a college party, you do her make up. based on the song hold on by the internet
content: college!au, childhood best friends!au, dealer!ellie, fem!reader, modern!au, ellie is a simp (not surprising), ur also a simp, art major!ellie, kinda slow burn??
word count: 2.8k
warnings: mention of reader vomiting, drug usage (alcohol, weed), lots of cursing (what do you expect), men (mentioned), expect nsfw chapters in the future so MDNI 18+
read chapter 1 here
“Hey, just FYI, a guy is gonna come over in about 15 to pick up,” Ellie warns you as she puts on some sweatpants on top of the boxers she was lounging in.
Ellie started dealing in high school, and it started purely by accident. She was always the one with bud, and originally only sold to close friends because they didn’t know where to get weed, but as college got more hectic (and tuition went up), Ellie started selling to people on campus. She sold actual bud mainly, but sometimes she’d sell shrooms if she ended up in possession of them.
You sit on your own twin bed, and look up from your phone, nodding. It wasn’t completely unusual for Ellie to have people pick up at the dorms, but more often she tried to avoid it in fear of getting caught by the R.A. and potentially getting expelled.
“Sounds good,” You say, going back to your phone.
Ellie stares at you for a moment, deliberating, “Hey, uh, there’s a party happening tonight that I’m probably gonna end up going to sell at, would you wanna come?”
Your face scrunches up, cautious, “Who’s throwing it?”
Ellie thinks for a minute, “I think it’s the lacrosse team, but don’t quote me on that.”
You groan, “Ughh… The lacrosse team? Seriously?”
Ellie sits on your bed, her hands clasped together, “Come onnnn, it won’t be fun without you there. Besides, we’ll go for an hour, get wasted and high, and come back here to play Mario Kart! It’ll be fun!”
You glare at Ellie, “You wouldn’t wanna go to this party either if it wasn’t for the business opportunity. The lacrosse guys are dicks.”
Ellie gives you a half-smile, “I know, that’s why I overcharge them.”
You snort, rolling your eyes, and you contemplate your options. You could either go out with Ellie and stay entertained, even if it is around insufferable people, or you could stay at home and play a video game for 7 hours straight.
“Okay, fine. But you owe me,” you say, folding your arms over your chest.
Ellie gives you a cheeky smile, “The pleasure of my company isn’t enough for you?”
You stare blankly back at her.
Ellie laughs, “Fine, Jesus, name your price.”
You think for a moment, not knowing what Ellie could give you besides weed.
Suddenly your face lights up, “You have to let me do your make up for tonight.”
Ellie’s nose scrunches up, “Dude, come on. I’m not a make up girl.”
You roll your eyes again, “I’m not gonna do it like mine, I’ll make it more androgynous, I promise. It’ll look so good.”
Ellie thinks about you thinking that she looks “so good”, and she sighs, “Fine. But none of that mascara shit. It feels weird on my eyes and I don’t like the way it looks.”
You laugh, “You have my word, no mascara.” You look over at the clock, seeing that it’s already about 8:30pm.
“We should probably get ready soon then, right?” You ask, and there’s a knock at the door.
Ellie nods as she walks towards the door, “Yeah, just let me finish this up.”
As Ellie takes care of business, you go over to your closet, thinking hard about what you can wear that looks good, but at the same time, doesn’t look like you put in that much effort to a college party.
You eventually pink a pair of your favorite pair of jeans, a tight, black cropped t-shirt, and some sneakers. You wait to start changing until Ellie’s customer leaves.
Ellie shuts the door, folding the wad of cash and slipping it into her wallet.
You start changing out of your shorts and hoodie into your outfit, and Ellie very pointedly does not look anywhere near you as you change. When you’re in your outfit, you look over it in the mirror.
“What are you gonna wear, Els?” You ask, fixing your hair.
Ellie stares at you in your outfit before looking down at her wife-beater and sweatpants combo. “Uh… This?”
You give Ellie a look, “Dude. This-“ you point to a stain near her neckline, “is from yesterday.”
Ellie scoffs, “Fuck you, I’m saving the environment by not washing my clothes every time I wear them.”
You roll your eyes, “Oh, is that what you’re doing?”
You go over to Ellie’s closet. You pick a black graphic tee, your favorite of her short-sleeve button ups to wear over it, and a pair of her slouchy denim jeans.
“Voila.” You say, shoving the clothes into her chest as you walk over to your shared bathroom to do your own make up. She flushes, but nonetheless changes into the outfit you picked, the idea of you picking what you think looks best on her making her stomach fluttery and warm.
When Ellie is finished changing, she walks into the bathroom, watching you in the mirror as you do your make up. You apply a light layer of lipstick as she does, and you’re hyperaware of her gaze on your face.
You finish up, your make up accentuating your features perfectly. You blot your lips with some toilet paper, and nod.
“Okay, let’s do this-“ You say, hoping up onto the bathroom counter and rifling through your make up bag until you find a brown, pencil liner.
“C’mere,” You say, motioning for Ellie to come closer.
Ellie’s hands are sweating as she walks up to you, standing in between your legs. She’s not sure where to put her hands so she leaves them dangling at her sides.
You lean forward and put your hand on Ellie’s cheek to steady her face. “Your eyes might water, just so you’re prepared.”
Ellie scoffs, “Please. A little eyeliner isn’t gonna kill me.”
You start lining her waterline, and her eye immediately tears up, “Fuck.”
You giggle, continuing to outline her green eyes. When you’re done, you put the pencil away.
“Okay, now the trick for this is to close your eyes and rub them a bit. Can you do that for me?” You ask as you rummage through your bag again to pull out some eyebrow gel.
Ellie chuckles a little, following your instructions, “I thought the point was to not touch your eyes when you have eyeliner on so you don’t fuck it up.”
You nod, “Yeah, usually, but I’m doing more of a diffused, messy look on you. It’ll look best with your whole… Vibe, I guess, if your make up is less structured and more messy.”
Ellie stops rubbing her eyes, and the green in her eyes pops brilliantly against the brown liner. You smile, pleased with yourself.
“Okay, that was the worst of it,” You say, brushing through Ellie’s eyebrows with the gel.
Ellie nods, focused on your face as you do her make up, and it makes you feel excessively vulnerable, but you don’t call attention to it, assuming it’s you who’s being weird for thinking into it.
You take a blush stick and apply a little to her freckled cheeks, and lightly dab the rest on her lips with your finger.
Finally, you apply a top layer of chapstick to her lips.
“Okay, finished,” You say, admiring your work.
Ellie nods, still in-between your legs, looking at you. “Thanks.”
You giggle, and it sounds more nervous than you intended. “Wanna check yourself out in the mirror?”
Ellie is knocked out of her stupor, and moves out from between your legs to look in the mirror. The liner makes her eyes pop, and the rest of the make up is simple and light, accentuating her features while adding a little something extra.
Ellie’s face spreads into a grin, “Dude, this is so much better than I expected.”
You kick her before jumping off the counter.
She yelps, “Hey! I didn’t mean that in a bad way, I just never really saw how I could wear make up in a way that makes me feel comfortable, and this looks great.”
You fix yourself in the mirror one last time, “Damn right it looks great. I did it.”
Ellie laughs, her smile bright. She gives you a once over, “You ready to go?”
—-
The house that’s hosting the party is only a few blocks away from your dorm building, so you and Ellie walk there together as you share a blunt.
By the time you two arrive at the party, you’re both fairly stoned. Ellie opens the door for you, and you two barely get three steps inside before you hear a “Ellie! Y/n!”
You both turn to see a clearly inebriated Jesse rushing towards you, a goofy smile on his face.
He gives you both a bear hug at the same time, and you laugh as Ellie says, “I’m guessing you already found the booze, Jess?”
Jesse laughs boisterously, shrugging, “Hey, you guys need to catch up, get on my level.”
Ellie looks over at you, eyebrow raised, “Wanna take a shot?”
You make a face, “Not really, but I’m gonna take one anyways.”
Ellie laughs at that, and the three of you migrate to the kitchen. Ellie takes a bottle of whiskey out of her backpack that’s carrying everything she has to sell tonight. She pours three shots with some miscellaneous, most likely used, shot glasses on the counter. As she does, you ask Jesse, “Is Dina gonna be here tonight?”
Jesse makes a face, and you think ‘Shit, sore subject right now, huh?’
Jesse says, “Dina and I had a fight last night, so… I don’t know if she’s gonna be here.”
Ellie makes a low whistle, but she knows her friends, and this on and off again thing between Jesse and Dina has been going on since you all were in high school together. They’ll likely be right as rain by the end of the week.
You take a shot from Ellie and pass the other to Jesse, “Then we’ll have a blast with the three of us, right?”
Jesse grins, “Fuck yeah, we will.”
——-
Famous last words.
About 2 hours later, you were sitting alone on a musty couch, your head dizzy from the several drinks you’ve already had. You nurse another one as you watch Ellie dealing to some brunette girl. Jesse left you to hang out with some guy friends, so you’re left to watch this girl flirt with Ellie, clearly putting the moves on her. Your stomach twists a little as you see Ellie laugh at something she said, her eyes crinkling.
When the girl rests her arm on Ellie’s bicep and Ellie doesn’t resist it, you stand up, going to get some fresh air.
You weave through the packed house, stumbling slightly as you turn a corner. ‘Fuck. I must be more drunk than I thought.’
You go outside, walking out onto the front porch. There are a few people smoking outside, and you try to move past them, but a man puts his hand on your shoulder.
“Hey, y/n, right?” He asks, tilting his head. It’s dark out, but you finally recognize his face from a generals math class you took freshman year.
“Hey, Matt, how’ve you been?” You ask, cursing yourself for playing into it. You barely knew the guy, and you were really not in the mood to entertain someone’s conversation.
Matt grins, and he leans in closer to you, pulling you over to the porch railing by him, “I’ve been better without Professor Bynum on my ass about stats. How’ve you been?”
Your nose scrunches up instinctually at him pulling you over.
“I’ve been alright, pretty busy, I actually just came out here to get some air and, well- I guess I got it, so I should probably get back inside.” You say awkwardly, back away.
Matt says, “Wait! Before you leave… You should know that I had a *huge* crush on you during that class.”
‘Great. Jesus Christ,’ you think.
“That’s- Um, that’s sweet.” You say, and you couldn’t sound less enthusiastic if you tried.
Matt’s inebriated brain doesn’t seem to care about that though, “Do you think I could take you out sometime?”
You wince, “Oh, Matt, I’m sorry, I-“
You feel a hand on your shoulder and you jump, turning back just to see Ellie. She looks a little hurt, “I thought you were gonna wait on the couch for me?”
You give Ellie an apologetic, tense smile, starting to feel a little nauseated, “Sorry, I just needed to get some air.”
You turn back to Matt, and maybe if you were less drunk, you would’ve had more tact, but all that comes out of your mouth is, “And I’m sorry, Matt, but no.”
Matt’s eyebrows furrow, “Damn, okay. Do you have a boyfriend or something?”
You pause, wondering if you should lie to get out of the awkward situation, but before you do, Ellie says, “Why, does she need a boyfriend to not want to go out with you?”
‘Jesus, Ellie.’ You think, your stomach churning more and more.
Matt’s jaw drops, “Jesus Christ, what the fuck is your problem?”
Ellie’s eyes narrow, “Nothing, I’m just explaining how to take rejection, dipshit.”
Matt looks like he’s about to say something to retaliate, but before he does, you turn away from them and vomit over the porch railing into the shrubs.
Whatever was about to be said gets lost, and you feel one hand bracing your back as another gathers the hair out of your face, and you hear Ellie’s voice by your ear, “Shit, you alright?”
You try to nod but you end up heaving more, emptying the contents of your stomach. Ellie’s hand smoothes over your back in a way that she hopes is comforting as she holds your hair away from your face.
“Hey, it’s alright, you’re okay. I’m gonna take you home, alright?” Ellie asks as you stand back upright, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand.
“Okay,” you say, too nauseous to resist and too done with this party to want to.
Ellie seems considerably more sober than you as she wraps one arm around your waist, walking you back to the dorms. You’re about to tell Ellie that you’re fine to walk on your own, that you’re not that drunk, but you can’t help but want to take advantage of the situation, leaning into Ellie.
“I’m sorry for making you leave early,” you say, and she squeezes your waist.
“You’re just fine, babe, don’t worry. I wanted to leave that boring ass party anyways.” Ellie responds, shrugging.
The two of you keep walking. “What about that girl you were talking to? She was really pretty:”
Ellie brows furrow, “The brunette? She was nice, I guess.”
You shake your head as you laugh, “Ellie, you are so dense, she was totally into you.”
Ellie shrugs again, “I know.”
Your brows furrow this time, “And… You weren’t interested?”
Ellie shrugs, “She was alright, just… Yeah. Wasn’t interested.”
Ellie leads you up to your dorm room, and when you step inside, you immediately face plant onto your bed.
“Home sweet home,” you say into the duvet, your voice muffled.
Ellie chuckles at that, grabbing a glass of water that was by your bedside and bringing it to you. “Okay, doll. Can you drink this?”
You sit up on the bed, and sip the water as Ellie goes to fetch ibuprofen, a bucket (just in case you still feel sick later), and a warm washcloth because she knows you like to clean your face at the very least before bed.
She sets everything up for you as you wipe off your face, watching her with a lovesick ache in your stomach.
When you’re finished, she takes the washcloth and chucks it into the dirty laundry hamper. She also passes you one of her (clean) cheesy, graphic tees.
“For you to sleep in.” She says casually.
You laugh, “My closet is right there, Els.”
Ellie’s cheeks go a little pink and she tries to take the shirt back, “Well, if you don’t want it-“
You snatch it back from her, “I want it.”
She laughs and puts her hands up in surrender before going to use the bathroom to clean up herself.
You strip off your dirty clothes except for your underwear and slip on Ellie’s t-shirt. You check to make sure the bathroom door is still closed before lifting the fabric up to your nose and sniffing it, smelling the familiar scent of Ellie’s laundry detergent.
You feel that same lovesick ache pang at your stomach again, and you crawl back into bed, your drunk brain too inebriated to handle that kind of intense emotion. You nestle under your covers, and thanks to the weed and alcohol in your bloodstream, you quickly pass out.
When Ellie comes out of the bathroom and finds you asleep in her clothes, she quickly goes to pull out her journal, sitting on her own twin bed across from yours and doing a quick, messy sketch of your sleeping face.
‘This is fucking weird behavior, Ellie, what the fuck?’ She thinks to herself as she finishes up and gets up to put her journal away.
On her way back to the bed, she pauses, looking at you for a moment before kissing your cheek softly.
“Goodnight.” She whispers, before crawling into her own bed, where she would lie awake for several more hours.
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straylightdream · 1 year
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moonlight - 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐰 𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧?
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↳ even on your worst days he’s there for you.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1k
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: angst, unprotected sex, slow emotional intercourse, lots of emotions.
𝐚𝐧: this is a part of a series of short one shots with all the skz boys that take place in the middle of the night. If you would like to join any of my Stray Kids taglist please fill out this form.
𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐝𝐛𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐫𝐞𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐲 𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐢𝐚𝐭𝐞 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐟𝐢𝐜𝐬.
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The weight of the world feels like it’s on your shoulder. A rough day at work has left you a crying mess sitting on your bed. Working in retail isn’t glamorous, some days are better than others. Today consisted of two different customers yelling at you.
The sound of your bedroom door opening catches your attention. Looking up you push away your tears at the sight of Hyunjin walking into your bedroom. He doesn’t say anything, he just walks towards your bed and sits down next to you.
He looks at you and gives you a sad smile before resting his hand on your cheek. His thumb drags across your skin wiping away your tears.
“Rough day?” He says softly.
You nodded your head with his hand still on your cheek. Leaning forward he presses his lips to yours for a gentle kiss. After such a terrible day there is nobody you would rather be with than Hyunjin. Your lips move together and as his tongue glides across your bottom lip he helps push away all your negative thoughts.
Pulling away you rest your forehead against his and take a deep breath. You love this boy deeply and after a bad day you desperately need him.
“Baby,” he whispers.
“How did you know I had a bad day?” you’re curious on how he knew to come over.
“You didn’t answer my phone call and your text just seemed off,” he knows you so well. He’s been in your life for two years now and he knows you better than anyone. Not many people would be able to tell you were having a bad day just by what seemed like a normal text.
“I’m sorry I’m an emotional mess today,” he pulls away from you and slowly drags his thumb across your cheek brushing away your tears again.
“Don’t ever be sorry baby,” he gives you a soft smile. “How about we spent tonight cuddling?”
You can’t help the small smile that spreads across your face. He always knows all the right things to say to you. He brings you comfort nobody else truly can.
He moves away from crawling under the covers and signaling for you to join him. You curl up to close him with your head resting on his chest. He runs his fingers up and down your spine slowly.
Hyunjin touch is soothing for you and it doesn’t take long for you to fall asleep. You sleep soundly and this is the most relaxed you have been in a long time.
The bed moves next to you waking you from your sleep. You look up and see the bed empty as Hyunjin is walking across your room.
“Where are you going?” You yawn slightly worried he might be leaving.
“I need to use the restroom real quick,” he says before walking into the bathroom. You stretch and look at the clock on your nightstand to see that it’s three in the morning. You aren’t ready to get up, you can’t wait for Hyunjin to come back to bed so you can cuddle with him again. You can’t help but wonder if Hyunjin let his Chan or any of the other boys know that he wasn’t going back to their place tonight. He walks back into your room and pulls his shirt off and his jeans and puts on the chair in the corner of your room. He walks back towards your bed with only a pair of boxers on.
“Did you tell the boys you’re here?” You ask as he crawls into your bed. The boy didn’t fully know what was going on with you and Hyunjin, but then again you weren’t very open with your relationship. “I told them I was staying with a friend,” he says pulling your body close to his so your back is pressed against his chest. His hand rests on your stomach as he presses his lips to your shoulder.
“I love you,” his lips ghost your skin sending a shiver down your spine. It’s the middle of the night and you’re oddly now extremely awake.
“I love you too,” lacing your fingers with his you roll your body back against his. A low moan passes his lips as butt brush against his groin.
His lips move to the side of your neck as he whispers, “can I make you feel good?”
“Please,” you murmur. There is nothing more in life you want at the moment than for Hyunjin to make you feel good.
He unlaces his fingers from yours and hands moves down your stomach towards your underwear. His fingertips brush under the hem of your underwear. Ever so slowly he slides a finger through your folds. He does lazy circles on sensitive bundle of nerves as lips continue to leave a trail of kisses on your neck. He knows all the right places to kiss to leave you moaning a mess. From the moment you started seeing him he made it his mission to learn all the ways to make your body tick.
You roll your hips back against him earning another moan. His moans are always sweet music to your ears.
It doesn’t take long before you have removed your underwear and Hyunjin is sliding into you slowly. He’s lifted your leg to give himself a better angle. Your head is rolled back resting on his chest. Your fingers are gripping the sheets as he thrust into you slowly. This position he has you in is one of your favorites. You feel so incredibly close and you love that.
The room is filled with the sound of your echoing moans and heavy breathing. With each roll of his hips a warmth spreads through your body. You roll your hips back meeting each of his thrust.
It doesn’t take long before you both find your high. He holds you close with your chest rising and falling.
“I really needed you,” you say softly.
“I’m always going to be here for you baby,” he says, pressing a kiss to your shoulder.
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waataah · 3 months
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this fic is a bit intense so readers be warned, if you are okay with the cw below enjoy!
✧ toji fushiguro x fem!reader ✧
。・゚゚・ (nsfw, fem!reader, 18+ only, mdni, 3rd pov) ・゚゚・。
content/cw: nsfw, oral, major degradation, name calling, prostitution, size difference, (some) plot, gagging, choking, overstimulation, vulgar language, edging, and unprotected sex.
summary: toji was never one to spend money, but when he needed to let out his sexual frustration he didn't mind spending a few bucks on his favorite prostitute.
word count: ~about 1200
(writers note: usually brothels are for sex trafficking, but in this case, the girls will be there willingly not forcefully). 
・❥・Worth a few bucks
[y/n] had worked in a brothel for a few months, money was short and rent was due, so she had no other option. The money earned was quickly used for bills and living there was never extra to be spent on herself –especially with customers like Fushiguro Toji. He was stingy with his money, he paid the minimum no tip or gratitude whatsoever. He used [y/n] like the whore she was. 
The tall, muscular man of the hour had walked in, [y/n] tensed at his presence. Though she couldn’t complain about the pleasure she just wished he paid a bit more. Toji scanned the brothel and locked eyes with [y/n] a smirk plastered onto his smug face.
“Well, well, well I’ll take the usual slut” he said to the owner of the brothel not avoiding his gaze from [y/n] in the slightest.
The owner signaled over [y/n] with his hand and gestured over to Toji. [y/n] felt a chill run down her spine, after a night with Toji she would for sure be out a few days, he worked her tired. 
“Hello, sir welcome back… let’s go to the room…” she said while gesturing over to the hallway.
“Lead the way” he smirked, his eyes trailing down her body eyeing her up like a starved man who had seen his first piece of meat in days.
[y/n] felt shivers run down her spine as she guided him through the halls, moans and yelling could be heard throughout the hall, once within their assigned room with the door closed the noises were silenced. 
“What would you like–” [y/n] was cut off by the swift movement of Toji throwing her against the disarrayed bed with his thick hand suffocating her throat.
“I don’t recall asking you to talk you whore, last time I thought we went over this” he had already begun to pull off his pants and boxers while he released her neck from his grasp.
He was hard, the thick bulge causing his erection to pop out of his boxers once pulled down. 
“Go on… suck it” he said with a slight growl in his tone, he was obviously pissed off about something or maybe just a bad day and had come to take out his frustrations. 
[y/n] slowly lifted herself from the bed and crawled over to the bigger man, he was much larger than her, he was much larger than half the people that came in this place. She gently took his length in her hands, placing the tip on her mouth and giving it a few licks before taking it into her mouth. 
Toji let out a low guttural groan before tilting her head up to look him in the eyes, “That’s it, be useful for once”.
He tilted his head back and placed his hand behind [y/n]s head after a moment and shoved his cock deep into her throat without warning. This caused [y/n] to gag on his large member, it filled her throat causing her to choke for a moment before he pulled back slamming into her head more rapidly. Groans erupted from the male as he felt his cock hit the back of her throat rapidly as he clenched onto her hair. He continued to thrust without remorse fucking her face till he felt himself pour over into the back of her throat. [y/n] swallowed his cum as it poured down her throat, she felt its warmth invade her throat. Toji pulled himself out of her mouth and let out a long sigh of content.
“Get down on your fours” he said as he pumped his cock a few times.
One thing about Toji was that he could go at it for hours, thankfully there was a time limit on how long customers could take. [y/n] had just barely had the time to catch her breath, she was still trying to fill her lungs with the air he had prevented her from having. After a moment she complied flipping herself over and showing her behind to her customer as she pulled down her shorts and panties tossing them to the side of the bed. Toji pumped himself a few more times before placing himself at [y/n] 's entrance pushing himself inside her without warning. [y/n] let out a yelp, no matter how many times they had done this, she could never get used to how huge he was. He relentlessly started thrusting into her grabbing onto her hips roughly without concern.
“Fuck… your hole must be dirty from all the dick you get, but I bet you no one fucks it as good as me” he said as he pushed [y/n]’s face into the mattress with a fist full of her hair in his grasp.
[y/n] let out obnoxiously loud moans into the mattress as she panted for air, she hated to admit it but she loved how rough he was. It was untamed and wild.
“Y-yes Toji~” she moaned into the mattress gripping the sheets till her knuckles turned white.
Her body was trembling, from pain, pleasure, and everything in between. 
“That's it~ Scream my name whore it’s the only thing you need to know~” he said as he leaned over the top of her body pressing his weight against her.
[y/n] moaned loudly as we continued to thrust roughly into her cunt, “Toji! Toji! Toji!” she moaned repeatedly.
Toji’s wild smile widened at the melody of his name coming from her mouth. He brought his fingers to her throbbing clit sloppily circling it with his fingers. [y/n] felt herself tighten feeling her climax come closer within the passing seconds.
“Don’t cum till I tell you too…” he said near her ear.
He continued rutting into her cunt without remorse and quickly moving his fingers against her bud. Toji felt her tightness and grunted against her back as he continued to thrust into her. [y/n] could barely keep herself from cumming, the pressure of his fingers and his cock hitting every spot inside her that she loved. Toji could feel deep in his gutt his climax approaching.
“Fuck….” with a few more thrusts he knew he would come undone.
He quickened his finger movements and hips as he was closer and closer to his edge.
“Now” he demanded.
Just as he spoke [y/n] moaned out it pure bliss, her body shaking and her legs practically would have collapsed if Toji hadn’t held her hips up with his arm. Toji felt her tighten as she came around him causing him to release his cum with one last thrust into her body. He let out one loud groan as he spilled into her with one final thrust emptying himself into her. [y/n] panted as she felt him pull out with the cum dripping out of her empty hole.
Toji lifted his boxers and pants back up and looked down at [y/n] 's panting limp body on the mattress. He dug into his deep pockets and threw a few bucks beside her.
“That hole of yours is worth a few bucks” he smirked as he left the room sure to return another day.
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harrysmimi · 1 year
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Disrespect
Synopsis: Harry walks in to see YN being mistreated by his fans at her work
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"Harry!"
It was eight the morning when Harry heard YN calling him from the shower whilst he was preparing for breakfast.
"You alright?" He rushed back to their bedroom to watch her head popped out of the bathroom door, he could really see she was butt naked in the mirror behind her through the cracked door. "What?"
"I forgot my towel." She said, obviously sheepish smile on her face.
"You could have come out you know." He suggested already going to fetch the towel for her. "I can see your bum in the mirror there."
She rolled her eyes, "like you haven't seen it already." And it's cold to walk out of shower butt nakey without a towel.
"I have, I have," he agreed.
"Can I wear one of your hoodie?" She asked, taking the towel from him. He got a thank you kiss on the cheek instead of her saying it out loud.
"When do you not?" He shrugged, "you've stole all my clothes. Just got me boxers to my name."
YN just giggles, "they're comfy!"
"And you know you don't have to ask me, darling." He assured her, watching her walk out with the towel wrapped around her body. "Are you still sore?" Enquiring about the changing weather which triggers her arthritis, he wrapped his arms around her from behind. Also, they went a little too rough last night. Bask in the fresh smell of her body wash.
"A hot shower helped, can definitely walk now." She shared. He caught her towel which unraveled to her chest.
"I really do go at it like a rabit." He realised. "But can you blame me though!"
"No one's blaming you." She resumed picking out her clothes and a hoodie from his side of the closet with a six feet tall, man baby clinging onto her.
"I think you should take the day off." He suggested. "I crave attention today!"
"I already took up all paid leaves, I can't." She cooed, "it's Friday. I'll be home for the weekend, I promise."
"You're not going over to Brielle's, this weekend?" His earn perked up like a cat at the news.
She has been going over to her friend's because she was really struggling in the last trimester of her pregnancy, with her Fiancé working extra hours at office so he can take the leave, her mum being busy with work the girl pregnant with twins was left alone for the most of the time. YN was a good friend, it really warmed his heart to see how she cared for people close to her. He didn't mind when she went over to her friend's house for the day on weekend.
"Yeah, she said her Fiancé's paternity leave begins from today." She shared.
"Well, good, I get to have my girl to myself." He sighed dropping his head into the crook of her neck, his soft lips brushing against her soft skin. "When do you get off work today?"
"At five." She reached for her pants hung on the hangers. "Haz, you're tickling me!" She squealed feeling his finger tips dig in her side making him chuckle. He press his lips onto her bare shoulder, coming to halt with his teasing.
"Alright then, I'm dropping you off on my way to gym and I'll be coming over to pick you up as well." He announced his plan, tucking the loose end of the towel back in so it wouldn't fall off when he pulled away.
"Mhmm." She nodded.
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YN's day was going super well today. Especially because they were not short staffed today. And she gets to see her man at the end of the day who had just dropped her off at work this morning.
Today they had very generous customers coming in who did not hesitate to give tips. It wasn't a common thing for folks in UK to tip, and not to take it wrong they get paid fair wages. YN's boss ensures that they get their holiday bonuses every time. But there are employees who had many good uses of those extra tips.
"YN, would you mind?" Emily gestured a request for her to go over to the til whilst she get the order ready. YN stood behind the vacant register, next to her other co-worker Kathleen, who was already taking in a order.
"Hello good evening, what can I get for you today?" She smiled greeting the two girls who'd just walked in. She could already sense the vibes as if she's a psychic. Especially with a LOT tote bags and Pleasing hoodie. Both of the girls had their heads buried into their phones, air pods in.
"I'll take an iced mocha latte," the girl in the yellow hoodie said. YN decided to ignore the fact her head was still down.
"Can I'll take a black coffee." The other one said who had the decency to at least look at her.
"I'll also take a chocolate croissant." Now the girl in the yellow hoodie looked up at YN, who was punching in the order in the register as if she was on autopilot.
"What size to you want it to be?" YN asked more about their vague order.
"The croissant?" The yellow hoodie scoffed.
"Coffee?" YN said, but it came in as more of a question. How stupid a person have to be to ask thay question... But who is she to judge?
"Make the black coffee a medium please, with no sweetner."
"Make mine a medium too then I guess!" You g lady said, rather rudely when YN looked at her for her order.
"Okay," she nodded, "do you want it with regular milk or substituted milk?"
"Duh, regular milk."
Kathleen looked at YN as she patiently deal with these teenagers. She proceeded to ask their names to put on the cups. Trice and Juniper it was.
Not to take this in a wrong way, her co-workers felt bad for her. Because from this past week she's got her boyfriend's fans coming in just to mistreat her and bully her. Yes, all of the people who work with YN are Harry's huge fans but they respect him enough to be involved in his personal business with their co-worker. Everyone loved YN at the cafe, especially the frequent customers. She was literally ray of sunshine at work, nothing but kind and sweet to others.
What reason has she got to be rude to other people for no reason anyway? She goes to work because she likes it and it put food on her plate a roof over her head.
And then there are these people who are worse than who they call Karens and Kevins among the employees, the rude and entitled ones who are inevitable to avoid. These girls clearly seem to know who she is, especially since YN's been to a premier with Harry. Even though she wasn't on red carpet with him, his fans still managed to get her pictures next to Glenn and Jeffery. Everyone knew what Harry's secret girlfriend looked like all of a sudden.
YN proceeded to tell them their total and girl in the yellow hoodie decided to pay, with cash.
The door bell chimed catching YN's attention, it was Harry she saw. He'd came over to pick her. He shot her petite wave as he went on to stand to a side whilst she gets done with her work. He greeted Emily who was making a latte at YN's usually spot of work, talking about the kittens. He wouldn't lie, he's been excited about it.
YN's had enough them the girl threw two bills on the counter, instead of handing it to her when she had her hand out. Causing the money to fall in two different directions. She picked it up quiet and reached for coins in the til.
"Would you like the bill?" YN asked but that just earned a scoff to her.
Kathleen shot her a no look because she, well, apparently everyone knows that she's pissed now. She tossed the coins on the counter the same way the girl did, causing the metal to bounce, and some rolled off the counter on the floor. Both the girls gasp. Harry saw all of that, clearly, he glanced at a shocked Emily who missed it whilst she was doing her work.
"Your order will be ready in five, Trice." YN said with am overly fake smile she even bothered to put on.
"You are so fucking rude!" Trice said, "fat, ugly bitch, what did you do that for?"
"Oi, watch it!" Kathleen butted it, clearly offended for her co-worker.
"Clearly, everything said about you on the internet is true. You don't deserve to be with Harry, you ungrateful who—"
"What is going on here?" Jennifer, YN's manager came over seeing the commotion before Harry was about to stand up for his girl. That was the most atrocious thing he'd seen. "Ma'am, I'm going to have to ask you kindly to step out of our shop." She continued, politely moving YN to a side, she fetched for the amount the girl had paid ever so kindly to refund.
"This is ridiculous. She was being mean to me, throwing the money like I'm a fucking begger by a mere server!" Trice exclaimed. "Are you the manager?" All the whilst her friend stood there with her jaw hung to the floor. Maybe she was surprised by her friend's behaviour, or she was thinking YN's in wrong here.
"Yes, I am and I'm not going to let you treat my employees this way. We are refusing to serve you today, and in the future." Jennifer said, firmly. "Please." She gestured the girls to the door.
Harry couldn't take it, especially when the other one saw him standing right there to be a witness to the scene. On the internet, it could be pretty much easy to avoid by simply not indulging into it, and his girl is has mastered doing that so far. But this is insane, coming in at her work place. He had let the incident on her flight to New York, he wasn't there and YN chose to not tell him the details. But this. This all all happened right in front of him. That person was about to call his girlfriend disrespectful names, that broke his peak of patience there.
The other one nudged her friend's side to make his presence known to him there. The girl, who's name is Trice he reckoned looked at him as if she just saw a ghost there.
"This is her place of work. Whatever you think her job is, doesn't give you the right the treat my girlfriend that way." He spoke to the girls, calmly, because he doesn't want to add to the commotion happening, "I want you to know that, I found it very rude of you. Hope you work on being on a better person!"
YN looked at him, surprised. Honestly she didn't know why she was surprised. She was shook, as that girl was about to call her the w-word. She had never heard anyone call her that, even through she's gotten into many arguments with rude customers like the girl. Not even on the internet people go this far to bully her for simply being her boyfriend's girlfriend.
YN didn't know how to take it and process it!
Harry was so grateful for YN's manager to stepping in. Or he would have lost it actually hearing someone calling his girlfriend so disrespectful. He just watched as those girl mumbled their apologies to him before leaving. He proceeded to pick up the change which had fallen on the floor and handed it back to Kathleen.
"You alright?" Jennifer asked YN, who was still trying to take in what just happened.
"Yeah, I, I am really sorry about that." YN mumbled.
"Don't be," Kathleen butted in who saw everything first hand happening to her, "that girl was a literal shit of a person. What you did was very fucking badass!"
"Mhmm!" Emily sounded.
There were not many people in the cafe that time but everyone who was watching had seemed to get back to their work. Harry approached closer to the til. "Do you want to go home now?"
"Yes, yeah, I'll be out." YN agreed, before heading to the back. "Gimme five minutes."
"Mhmm." He nodded.
On the way he stayed silent, it was awkward for the first time in between them. Especially that's what YN felt.
"I'm sorry about that." He spoke, once they're back in comfort of their home.
"Why so? It wasn't your fault Harry." She cooed. "Come here, sit down." Walking over to the living room she made him sit down on the sofa whilst she took a seat on the coffee table in front of him. "It's okay, I promise."
"It's not," he looked more hurt than her, "they bully you just because you choose to stick by my side. That's fuck up, baby and not okay!"
"I know, but we can't control everyone, can we?" She shrugged, "you say it to me that the best we can do it just ignore the hate. And honestly I now look at her like one of those bad customers, that's all."
"That's the thing, you shouldn't!" He stressed, "I'm going to put out an statement, this is ridiculous. She was clearly about to call you something so disrespectful, I don't even wanna say it! It's disgusting!"
"Don't do that, please, it's only going to add to the drama." She insisted, "it's gonna attract more hate and criticism, and I don't want that that for you, for us."
Well, she isn't entirely in wrong here. People wouldn't mind talking shit about him either, why was he at his girlfriend's work place? Where is the professionalism? Why would he say that to people who literally keep him employed? What was he thinking when he said that? Why did he said it like that? He cares too much, or he cares too little. The criticism was going to come in from left, right, front and back.
"Okay." He nodded.
"Yeah, we'll just deal with it when we absolutely have to. We don't owe anyone any explaination. I see rude customers every single day." She nudged her nose closer to his with her forehead on his.
"I just hated that do much!" with a sigh his voice sounded so watery. God he loves her so much, he would fight the world for her with his bare hands in that moment.
All the other times, it didn't hit him this hard. With her it was different for him. Of course it was, it is YN he's talking about here!
"I know, Haz. But it's okay." She pulled him in a tight embrace his head rested on her chest, "I promise!"
"It shouldn't be okay!" He sighed, pulling away. "It shouldn't be. Don't tell me to keep low when they cause a big stir on the internet and it reaches media, I'm not going to sit here and let everyone talk more shit about you!"
"Okay, only if they make drama." She agreed.
"Okay." He nodded.
"We just came back, but do you want to go get some ice-cream?" She suggested.
"Hmm," he sighed remembering about this thing he had planned on, "I had plan to go to Italy."
"What is it with you and your impromptu vacations?" She chuckled. "Why Italy all of a sudden?"
"I don't know." He shrugged, "I'm bored now that I don't have anything to do. Thought I could take you to a museum there, on a date."
"Oh how rich are you!" She sighed dramatically, with dreamy eyes making him giggle.
"You still want to go? We have about two three hours." He suggested.
"You already booked a flight?" She was surprised.
"Yeah, come on, will help you pack." He grabbed her hand and walked her to their bedroom.
"Harry, it's gonna take time and you traffic this time is the worse." She stressed.
"We'll wait for another one if we miss it, now come on, we need to pack enough for the weekend." Harry went on to bring out a duffle bag.
"Can we postpone it to the next weekend? I am anxious we're going to miss the flight." She was froze to her spot watching him move back and forth from the closet picking out his own clothes too. She'd feel to bad if they miss the flight as it is going to be waste of money.
"I don't think so, it's okay," he assured her. "We don't have to waste no more time."
"I'm telling you we're going to miss the flight!"
"We're not!" He laughed. "We'll take this too." He picked out a random pretty dress from her side and folded it nicely before stuffing it into the bag.
"You're so annoying! Could have told me beforehand about this." She scolded him, now frantically picking out her stuff, "if we miss the flight it's gonna go to waste!"
"Baby, baby, baby I need you to calm down please!" giggling, he rushed towards his girlfriend  who was carrying her stuff in her arms, a towel, her toiletries, her hoodies and under garments. "It's okay. I was going to tell you this the in the car but shit happened so I couldn't. It's okay if we miss the flight, we'll wait another hour for the next one. We're not going to postpone this trip, okay? Now chop-chop!"
"Where are we gonna stay? Hotels are very fucking expensive."
"I've got a house there we'll be staying at."
He's got a surprise for her there waiting there. With a pat pn her bum her urged her to hurry as he called for a cab to the airport. And they really missed the flight, YN was pissed to say the least. But Harry distracted her reading about the museum he was actually going to take her to whilst they waited there for the next flight.
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holygrailimagines · 1 year
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Locker Room
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Summary: Richarlison releasing his stress onto reader
Warning: SMUT, also please I don't know if this is bad I usually don't write filthy stufffff like this lmaooo.
You always want to be by Richarlison’s side when he plays football, even if it's just practice. You rarely ever have the time to watch your husband play, but today was one of those lucky days. You were sporting his jersey, which was your favorite article of clothing. It was custom made for you and fit like a glove. You were also wearing some black shorts, not the jean type- it was too hot for that. 
Here you were sitting on the bench, watching as your husband practiced with his team. He looked so handsome on the field. His sweat glistened under the field lights and his eyes glared. He was dirty but in a sexy way, you couldn’t really explain it. However, you noticed he wasn’t doing his best. Every time he tried to score, it would never make it into the net. You watched as he progressively became angrier and upset to the point he completely walked off the field. His coach tried calling for him but then dismissed him angrily with an annoyed wave. 
“Rich? Where are you going?” You called after your husband, stumbling off the bench. You had to run after him to catch up to him. 
“Home.” He said, making his way into the locker room with you following right behind. 
You nodded, “Okay, I’ll wait for you in the car.” You say, heading out of the locker room before you feel his large hand grip your wrist. You quickly turned to look at Rich to see what this was all about. You were met with his face, eyes staring deep into your soul. They were darker than usual, clouded with lust. 
“No,” he says, “you’re staying with him.” He says before pulling you into the locker room. He closed and locked the door behind you, slamming you against it. He was quick to suck on your neck, hands groping your breasts roughly. 
“You think you could wear that and tease me like this?” He angrily asked in between sloppy kisses on your neck. You were shocked but quickly gave into the pleasure you were beginning to feel. You moaned as he grabbed a fistful of your hair, turning your head for a better angle of your neck. 
“Rich…we shouldn’t be doing this…not here.” You say, softly placing both hands on his chest. Secretly, you wanted to do it here. The fear and adrenaline of being caught was turning you on even more. 
“Shut up.” He growled before dragging you on to a desk in the locker room like a dog. 
“It’s all your fault,” He grunts, tearing off your jersey. “Distracting me like this.” He says, roughly ripping the clasp off your bra. He quickly stands over you and slides down his shorts with his boxers, his thick cock springing out and slapping against his abdomen. 
“Now suck my dick like the slut you are,” He says through gritted teeth, looking down at you. In your seated position on the desk, you were perfectly face to face with his pulsing cock as precum spilled from its slit. You start off with kitten licks, getting wetter as you hear his quiet whimpers. But it isn’t long before Rich gets bored. He uses one of his hands to make a makeshift ponytail and begins to fuck your face. Tears begin to form in your eyes as you struggle to keep up, gagging on his dick. He looks down at you, biting his lip as he tries to stay as quiet as possible. He loved the way you looked, mascara and tears running down your face, the flushed redness of your cheeks and nose, and how swollen your lips had gotten from his cock. He lets go of your hair and perfectly wraps his large hand around your throat. He slams you down on your back, tearing off your pants and underwear. The only thing you had on now were your nike white socks and white air forces. 
He swung both your legs onto his shoulders, lifted the bottom of his jersey and held it with his teeth. He wanted to see how his dick perfectly slid into your pussy. By now you were soaking, wanting to feel him. You didn’t care if it was his mouth, fingers, or dick, you just needed it now. He gripped his thick cock, teasing your entrance. You began moaning loudly when suddenly Rich stuffed your panties into your mouth.
“I told you to shut the fuck up!” He yelled through his gritted teeth, startling you a bit. He held your ankles for support as he slowly pushed himself inside you. He knew how crazy this was driving you. You bit down on the cloth in your mouth, eyes rolling to the back of your head. He slowly went in and out, in and out. He threw his head back as your pussy clenched tightly around him. He got faster and louder, the base of his cock slamming against your pussy. The sound of skin slapping and your muffled moans were enough to make him go even faster. He moved one hand to grip your throat, completely blocking your airways. The pleasure and lack of oxygen was too much as tears involuntarily streamed down your face. Rich chuckled at this, dick still hard as a rock, watching as your tits bounced and the bulge in your stomach emerging each time he slammed himself inside you. 
He suddenly let go of your throat and pulled out of you, removing your gag. You whimpered in disappointment, your pussy clenching on nothing but air. He turns you on to your stomach so your ass is entirely exposed to him. Rich finally takes off his jersey, showing off his abs and v line. He doesn’t even wait and painfully slams back inside you. It hurt so good. You were practically screaming, body lunging forward with each sharp thrust. Rich didn’t care anymore, he just wanted to empty his load inside you. He gripped the back of your neck, anchoring you down as he jackhammered you from the back. He grunted and groaned, calling you dirty names and occasionally slapping your ass. You were shaking at this point, too weak to feel anything. His eyes screwed shut as his head was thrown back. He leans forward, his chest pressing against your back. This new position allows him to quite literally vibrate inside you. He reached down, rubbing your clit. 
“Come on baby, come for me.” He encourages you and you do. You let go and coat his cock with your warm juices. He moans loudly, his pace getting sloppier. He buries himself inside you even deeper, releasing himself with a shuddered grunt. He slowly slides out of you as you let out a pained cry, feeling globs of his cum slide out of you and plopping onto the floor. You weren’t really sure how you would ever recover from this.
I am so devastated but, in my heart, Brasil won the world cup idc! Also plz tell me if this is good or bad because if it's bad, I would totally be down to fix some stuff. But anyway, hope you guys enjoyed it!!
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carolmunson · 9 months
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love language seven
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love language set list another sunday another sun-slay love language blurbies are back in action -- again, these are just vingettes into a relationship with eddie no chronological timeline, no story -- just mini moments. tw: like most of my work, this is 18+. smut, but it's artsy and slow.
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your eyes open before his, body sore from last night -- jumping and screaming to corroded coffin's late night set at the bar. fourth date deliverance from your guitar god on stage, stumbling from jack and cokes, from seeing you in the crowd, flicking heat in his belly. he wasn't sure which one it was. you shouldn't have worn those high heel boots. he teases you when he takes them off of your feet, just as you settle into the squeaky leather booth of the diner. you protest, it's gross to not wear shoes in public but he says it's fine, you got cute socks on. his thumbs press into the ball of your foot, hiding in his lap under the table. the pressure feels nice. the pressure's not on, and if it is, you don't feel it.
the fries are crunchy -- fresh batch for their two am customers. the only twenty-four hour diner for miles. the burgers sober you both up real good, good enough for him to drive. "can i stay at yours?" the flicking heat had been from you the whole time. "you sure?" you're too tired to respond, eyes shutting while your head leans againt the cool window of his van. the street lights flash an orangey glow over your face -- there and gone, there and gone. he tries not to smile too hard. he tries not to feel the butterflies in his stomach. pretty girl in his car. pretty girl at his show. pretty girl in his bed. pretty girl, pretty girl, pretty girl. you wear his clothes to bed, soft and well worn. his favorite band tee from forever ago, a pair of old basketball shorts that are too small for him now. they're a little too small for you, too. in the best way, he thinks. he tries not to stare. pretty girl in his clothes. pretty girl in his trailer. he's too old to be this nervous. "i can sleep on the couch if y--" "would i ask to stay if i wanted you to sleep on the couch?"
he gulps. he knows he's gonna marry you. he knows even more by how well you fit together under the covers. how he just knows how to hold you. how your thigh slots over his hips. tangled up. you'd spend so many nights just like this. not talking. not kissing -- just holding each other in the still of the night. just the moon's phases letting him see you. the way you sleep. the way you hold him. the way he holds you.
in the morning, you scan him. still wrapped up with your leg around him. his chest rising and falling, lips slack and slightly parted -- he's so pretty. pretty boy in his bed. pretty boy with his arms around you. pretty boy who paid for your food at the diner. you shift, turning to look at the clock on his bedside table only for the early afternoon's harsh light to greet you. your eyes squint, you groan. eleven thirty in the morning. you shift again. "hm," he whines, groggy and sleepy. his eyes are still shut but his brows pinch. you're too far away. fingers that deftly scattered over strings the night before pull at his t-shirt on your body. finger pads pressing into the fleshy parts of you to pull you back into him. you mumble hello's while his eyes open half way. pretty girl stayed the night. he leans in to kiss you like he did on your second date, lips pillowy and plush against yours. you can't help yourself. pushing forward on your side to taste more of him. he smirks, he can't help it. it feels like winning at the arcade in the summer time. he hoists up your thigh and you feel it graze his own excitement, hard and thick beneath his boxers. he breaks away, embarrassed. pink heat pricks at the tops of his ears, splotchy on his cheeks. he's too pretty. he gulps again when you redirect, pulling him close to kiss you deeper. guitar fingers resting on your cheek, early afternoon sun glinting on your earrings. he can't help the way he presses against you when you kiss him like that. calloused hands dip under the covers to the swell of your hip. "baby..." he murmurs. is this okay? do you want this? should we do this? "hm," you huff against his lips, your own hand dipping under the covers, teasing the band of his boxer shorts. his breath shortens to quiet puffs when you start to relieve him. pretty girl in his bed. pretty girl touching him the way he dreams about. your wrist is circled by his hand, pressed against the mattress just above your head. on your back he can see you even better -- your smeared mascara. the remnants of your eyeliner. still so pretty. both of your bottoms don't make it past a few minutes, needy and desperate. his face lingering over yours while he pushes himself in -- eyes never closing even when they brim with pleasure soaked tears. your legs instinctively bend and raise while he starts slow, languid thrusts. gasps punching from both of your mouths while his hands pulse around yours, fingers laced and pressed among the pillows. the sounds of the trailer park pick up, summer sunday afternoons had the rib smokers out. small charcoal grills steaming. hoses spritzing and sputtering alive -- kids start to shreik with laughter, bubbling up against the tin slats outside. he feels bad covering your mouth when you start to get a little loud, pressing a kiss to your forehead, thrusts going from lazy to intentional. the window is open and he won't hear the end of it if the neighbors hear you. he got teased for weeks the last time they heard a girl say his name. he replaces his palm with his lips, tongue, and teeth. a dance you both seem to know all the moves for, like you trained up just to kiss each other. hiding in the sheets of his curls that covers both of your faces. but his face hides into the crook of your neck soon after, quieting the grunts and groans of his pleasure while each rock of his hips sends him hurtling over the precipice -- you both cum hard. you both catch your breath while he rolls over onto his back. he reaches to pull you back into him, the same position you woke up in on your side. his big brown eyes, shining with the light of 11:57 AM, look down at you in a way only a boy in love can do. "g'morning," he mumbles quietly. "g'morning."
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coldfanbou · 2 years
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Schooling Jennie
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This is a short piece that was requested, and I decided to have it lead into another piece that will be longer.
Length: 1.5K
Jennie x m reader
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You make your way through the university halls trying to find a bathroom. As a second-year transfer student, you have difficulty navigating the halls. You finally find one after what seems like forever; you thought you would never find one. As you open the door to the bathroom, you become aware of the moaning from inside. Walking in, you can make out that some people were having sex in the far stall. You try not to pay attention and use the stall closest to the exit. It’s hard as the moaning grows louder; you can only imagine what’s happening inside. You finish your business quickly and head over to the sink to start washing your hands; the door to the far stall opens. Another student walks out.
“That was great; thanks for the fuck. Oh, it seems like you have another customer here.” Your presence is finally noticed. You’re confused as to what he’s talking about, though. What did he mean by another customer? “You’re gonna love her; you’ll be glad you saw that sign.” You still have no idea what he’s talking about, but as you go to the stall, you see upper-classman Jennie Kim sitting there naked. She was one of the most beautiful women in the school, and here she was, offering herself up to whoever found a sign. You had heard rumors that Jennie Kim was a slut, that she would fuck any guy that asked. You’d heard she’d been in several gangbangs, among many more things. You were going to take this opportunity. How could you not, after all? You step into the stall and close the door behind you.
“Oh, hi there, what would you like, my mouth, my pussy, or my ass.”
“Uh, your mouth.” You said that in a panic; you had wanted to fuck her pussy. 
“All right, let’s see what you’re packing,” She says casually. She pulls down your pants leaving your boxers on for a second as you grow hard. Your cock causes a tent to form in your boxers. Jennie becomes visibly excited seeing the tent form. She places her head on your boxers as she pulls them down. Your cock hits her forehead, a giant smile on her face. “You have a monster right here.” She’s slapping herself with your cock. She kisses your cock a few times, “Oh my god, it’s so big.” Her hand can barely wrap around your cock; she stares at it, licking her lips in anticipation. Her lips are separated by your cock, stretched to their limit as she takes you in. Her tongue twirls around the head,  her hand jerking you off. As her head retreats, she spits on your cock, and makes another attempt to take more of you in. This time she’s able to take half of you in her mouth. She starts to bob her head, your cock hitting the back of her throat. It wraps around you so tightly that it feels like you’re fucking her pussy. You moan as Jennie forces herself to take your cock down her throat. You can see your cock is causing her throat to bulge. It arouses you seeing her try so hard to take you in. Your hand grips the back of her head, and you pull your cock out until just the head is in her mouth. Then thrusting with all your might, you ram your cock down her throat, your hips pressed against Jennie’s face. Her throat feels heavenly as it constricts around your cock, you can feel yourself about to cum, so you hold Jennie there, making her drink it all. Jennie’s tears roll down her face, smearing her makeup. You also notice that Jennie has a pool of juices around her.  As you finish cumming you pull your cock out of her throat. She coughs and tries to catch her breath, and as she does, she smiles at you. “I loved that, your cock filling my throat like that. The sign said you only get one, but I need you to fuck me.” She stands up, makes you grab her soft ass, and tells you to lift her. You do so; she looks down and aligns your cock with her pussy. You let her sink onto your cock, Her moans growing louder with each inch that goes inside her. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck” She tightly holds onto you, her legs wrapping around your waist. “Kiss me” She doesn’t give you any chance to respond, immediately kissing you as you start to thrust into her. Her tight pussy squeezes you every time you push into the deepest parts of her. You turn and slam Jennie into the wall allowing you to use more force as you pound her pussy. Jennie’s lost in her pleasure. She’s grabbing her tits and playing with her clit. The hand on her clit became blurred as she continued playing with herself with great speed. “I’m cumming; I’m cumming! Oh, fuck!” Jennie’s back arches and her head whips back as she cums on your cock. You’re still thrusting into her as she comes back down from her high. Her head falls to her chest, “Christ, that’s the first time I’ve cum in years,” she whispers. You warn her that your orgasm is approaching. She orders you to put her down; she takes a seat on the toilet and starts jerking you off. You go over the edge and cum all over Jennie’s tits, not an inch left uncovered. “Sorry, but I can’t let you cum in me. I had to take a few tests and couldn’t be on the pill. Otherwise, I would have loved to feel your cum inside me.”  Jennie stands back up, places a hand on the wall, and spreads her ass. “Here, you can have my ass as compensation.“ 
This was, without a doubt, the best day of your life. As you prepare to enter Jennie’s asshole, you place a hand on her shoulder. “Thanks, Jennie” You aren’t sure why you said that, but it felt right in the moment. Putting a couple of fingers in Jennie’s pussy, you wet your fingers in her juices before then inserting them in her asshole. An attempt to make it easier on her. Seeing you’ve done what you can, you guide the head of your cock to Jennie’s asshole. You start to push the head into her ass, but it’s fighting you, making it difficult to push in deeper. You can hear Jennie’s whimpers as you spread her asshole apart. 
“Fuck, you’re going to tear me apart.” She’s biting down on her lip, drawing blood; she tries to hold back the tears caused by her asshole being stretched out so much. “Keep going”
When you’re finally wholly in her ass, you ask, “Are you alright, Jennie?” 
“Yeah, yeah, I’m okay. You can move now.” Her voice sounds forced, and you decide to wait instead and let her get adjusted to your size. In the meantime, you start grabbing her tits, trying your best to make her feel good. After a couple of minutes, Jennie says you can move. This time she’s okay. You slowly pull your cock out and then push yourself back in, gradually picking up the pace. Jennie starts moaning and begins to finger herself as you continue pounding away at her ass. Her asshole exerts tremendous pressure on your cock; the pleasure is incomparable to anything you’ve ever felt before. As you keep thrusting into her, Jennie moans. It strikes you as odd, considering you never told her your name. However, it seems that Jennie realized her mistake immediately, her eyes widening for a second. For now, you put it out of your mind and tell her you’re about to cum. “Give me your cum then, cum inside my tight little ass” with a final thrust, you impale yourself in Jennie’s ass, painting it white. You stay inside her while you catch your breath. When you finally pull out of her, you can see Jennie’s gaping asshole, your cum starting to come spilling out. 
“That was great.” Jennie tries to take a seat but finds that her ass is incredibly sore. 
“God, you fucked me good. Hey, here’s my dorm number. I want to see you again; you’re the first one to make me cum in so long” Jennie hands you a piece of paper with the information of her dorm room on it, seems like she had prepared a couple of these. “We’ll have all sorts of fun together, and when I’m back on the pill, you can cum in my pussy.” You graciously accept the invitation. “Oh, and before you go, are you interested in a fivesome? You would ruin my roommates; you know them, right? Lisa, Rose, and Jisoo?” You tell Jennie you had heard of them. You also agreed to have a fivesome in the future. “Cool, now let’s get out of here. By the way, you’re going to need to help me out; I won’t be able to walk straight for a week after what you just did to me.” You help Jennie make her way back to her dorm room. Today, you guaranteed a future of constant sex with her and her dormmates.
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j-u-u-z-o · 6 months
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Happy Birthday, Baby 🤍 (Kensei x F.reader) 18+ NSFW‼️
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🤍HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MY HUBBY 7.30🤍
AN: this is a birthday scenario for my hunky boo and this is like… 2 months late because I was unsure if I wanted to do this - mainly because I didn’t have any ideas. And, I was lazy to edit it. But look what I did - I finally rewrote it. The beginning is a little… you know …so you how it goes. Anyway, I hope you enjoy! ❤️ Sorry for the late birthday post 🥹
*Also, I was in my feelings cuz that’s my hubby, soo yeah. 😩💕
Synopsis: You want to show Kensei one more birthday present before the night ends.
WARNING: Grammar, slow start to smut, NSFW‼️ _______________________________________________
A few hours after celebrating Kensei’s birthday at a local izakaya, you decided to stay the night at his house. The two of you walked under the bright moonlight - holding each other’s hands and listening to the sounds of the night breeze in seireitei.
“Did you have fun, babe?” You asked, looking up at him. “Yeah.” He said, looking straight ahead. Kensei, with his drill sergeant stature, sometimes doesn’t show the easy-going side of him; nor want to admit that he had some fun today. You hoped that he did because it’s his birthday.
The party was held in a small bar in Seireitei. Rangiku, Mashiro, Ikkaku, and others attended the small gathering. You giggled at Shuhei for giving out customized gifts to the guests. Those gifts were a custom made t -shirts with the number “69” and copies of his short stories called, “69 Ways to Get in Shape” and the other “How to Cook Like a Captain.”, which Kensei looked at in disbelief while you and the others tried not to laugh. After all, shuhei looks up to his captain and he was the one who planned all of this, in the end.
“I want you to sign those two books for me when we get home, baby.” You joked, giggling at your boyfriend shaking his head. Kensei seemed annoyed but you knew that he had a good time. “Don’t get cocky.” He mumbled, holding your hand a little tightly. Now standing in front of his door, he unlocked it with his kido spell and slid it open. You stepped inside and took off your sandals and then stood on top step in the genkan - waiting for your boyfriend. Kensei placed his sandals to the side and walked a step closer to you, you wrapped your arms around his neck and your soft lips met his. “Happy birthday, Ken.” You said, in between the kisses. He hummed, slowly wrapping his lips with yours while his hands caresses your form. Soon, he wrapped an arm around your waist and hoisted you up.
Your legs automatically wrapped around his waist. The sounds of lips smacking against each other filled the hallway. You broke the kiss and said, “I have something for you, babe.” You stroked his cheeks with your thumbs. He eyed you curiously. Looking into your orbs for answers. “And I’m not telling you, too.” You added, giggling when he rolled his eyes and walked to his bedroom.
The passionate kisses continued until he sat down on his bed - still holding your form and leaving kisses on your neck. You didn’t want him to stop but you also wanted to make this one last gift worth it. “Wait for me?” You said, pulling back from his neck kisses. He nodded and reluctantly made you slip away from his grasp, and watched you skip to the bathroom. Kensei sighed. He got up and took off his captian uniform and changed into just his boxers.
Minutes passed and you’re still in the bathroom.
“Oi. I’m going to sleep now.” He announced, sounding impatient as he laid down on his back in the bed. “Whatever it is that you have for me, you can give it to me tomorrow. It’s late - I’m going to sleep.” He declared, pulling up the bed covers.
No answer.
Kensei was about to turn away from the door and lay on his side. “Good nig-“ the bathroom door opened. He turned his head back and his eyes widened. “Well, well. Took you long enough, y/n.” He chuckled, his face slowly cracking a grin.
You stood by the door, the bathroom light illuminating your form from outside the dark bedroom. You’re wearing an all white-laced lingerie set. The stockings each had white bows with the end of its tails hanging and it hugged your legs, lovingly. Your breasts hanging in that low (cupped) laced-embroidered bra and the thin white embroidered thong - the sides of the bands clinging above your hips.
You simply looked angelic. You smiled shyly at your boyfriend - he admired your beautiful body. “Hey there.” You spoke softly.
Kensei’s speechless. But his eyes says another.
He’s a sucker for lingerie.
You slowly walked to his side of the bed and noticed how focused he is. On you. “Hey, love.” You greeted him again, smiling softly as Kensei caressed the curve of your ass cheek. “Ready to sleep now, babe?”You asked, teasing him. His lips curved to the side while he grabbed your cheek, gently. His hand felt warm and…needy. “Is that a trick question, babe?” He said, stroking your leg down and moving it up, slowly.
“Maybe~” you giggled. “I guess we’ll just have to find out tomorrow.”, raising your leg over to get on the bed. Kensei’s big hands automatically landed on your waist to hoist you up; so you can straddle him.
Huh? Kensei raised an eyebrow.
You quickly moved over and laid on your side, next to him. Your lifted your leg and laid it over his broad form and laid on your elbow, watching the confused man laid next to you.
“I thought you wanted to go to sleep~” you teased, trying to hide your smile.
“Tch.” He scoffed, rolling his eyes. Kensei gently pulled your form and had you lay above his chest. You straddled him to get comfortable. “What’s the prob-”
Smack! “Ah!” You yelped, surprised by his audacity.“Don’t make me impatient.” He ordered, caressing your ass. You leaned forward and said, “Or what?” You taunted, “you said you were going to sleep, baby.” You reminded the now grumpy man. “Hmph. You’re a stubborn one.” He muttered, gripping the back of your thighs, pushing you up more to feel your clothed warm above his covered member.
“I’m not going to sleep…yet.” Kensei finally admitted.
“Oh? Not anymore?” You continued, your lips close to his.
So stubborn.
Soon after, his lips met yours. He took his time kissing you while his tongue danced around yours. At one point, You flicked your tongue around his and wrapped your lips it and sucked it. Kensei caressed your back while the other squeezed your ass. You felt his warm exhales in your face as the passionate kisses got deeper. You broke the kiss and grounded yourself and began grinding on his covered girth. Your hands were on his chest as you grinded on his member with enough force. Kensei watched you roll your hips against his covered cock. “Unh.” You moaned, your covered folds rubbing on his length from underneath the thin layer of fabric.
Your breathes echoed in Kensei’s ears. He spread his legs and gave a throaty groan when rolled his hips up against yours. “Ahh.” You breathed out, watching your boyfriend sink his head into the pillows. Kensei gripped your hips to keep you there and eventually pushed his feet, bucking up against you. “Shit.” He hissed, his tip poking your covered entrance. “K-ken.” You groaned, bouncing on his covered member each time his hips met yours. “Oh fuck, babe.” He bit his lip and smacked your ass. “Oh yeah.” He breathed out, looking up at how needy you are above him; your assets responding to his ministrations.
The feet of the bed moved as he bucked roughly against you. Causing your bra straps to fall down your shoulders. You pulled it down to your waist and you caressed your breasts; rubbing your nipples in circles with your fingers. Kensei’s open mouthed groans echoed in the room. You leaned down to kiss him, deeply. Pushing his head deep in the pillow as his lips enveloped yours with so much desire, along with Your nipples rubbing against his chest due to his rough pace.
After a while, Kensei moved your form beneath him. He pushed you up so that your head is on the pillow and started leaving kisses on your neck. Your back arched when he licked your nipples and did the same to the other. “Kensei.” you moaned, your fingers stroking his grey hair. He flicked and sucked them, gently. You moaned when he started working his way down between your legs. He lifted your legs from underneath your knees and and spread them open, and left kisses right on the center of your covered clit. You gasped, feeling his warm lips on the embroidered material, making your clit throb.
He pulled it down and threw it somewhere. “These can stay.” Referring to your stockings, stroking your legs and then kissing your inner thighs. Kensei puts puts your legs on top of his broad shoulders and pushed it down to keep his hands underneath your knees. Soon after, he kissed your clit and began flicking your your it, slowly. You pushed your head back in the pillow; you turned your head and looked at the night sky through the window. “Ooh.” You moaned, looking around the sky to mimic the strokes of his tongue exploring your pussy. “Mmm.” You groaned when he dipped his tongue in your folds and licked up to your clit.
After a while, your legs began trembling. It felt too much - his grip on your legs to keep your down was too strong, your mouth was wide open - no words came out. Your back arched when his tongue swirled around the sensitive muscle. Over and over. Your hand gripped his wrists. “K-ken.” You whimpered, squirming under his grip. His hot tongue felt too good flicking your clit. “Mmm.” You cried, tugging his hair as you rode his face all the way to your release. “Ahhh!” You’re twitching in his grip.
Kensei raised himself and asked, “Too much for you, babe?” You whimpered, listening to him chuckle while his fingers stroked your thighs. He sat up on his knees and pulled out his cock from his boxers. You watery eyes blinked several times as you watched him stroke his girth. A few veins all over it and the pinkish tip seeking relief. “Mmm.” You mumbled, sitting up and crawling to his side, settling there.
Kensei brushed your hair to the side with his other hand and the other fondling your breast as you stroked his length. You lips wrapped around the tip and sucked it. “Ahh.” He groaned, feeling your tongue swirl underneath it and enveloping it again. You bobbed your head to slowly take some more of his length. “Shit.” He breathed out, watching you. You kissed the tip over and over again and slid your tongue around the underside of the tip.
You hummed when you took his cock and stroked it while you rubbed it on your nipple. Kensei grunted when he felt his tip rub against the warm flesh. “Come here.” He said, leaning down to kiss your lips. You can both taste each other as the kiss deepened. Sitting up on your knees, Kensei slid his hands down to your ass and grabbed it, gently. He whispered, “get on your knees.” and you gladly got on all fours. He crawled up on his knees to your ass and gave it a light smack. He bucked his hips against your ass and you giggled. Kensei hummed while circled his hips, spreading your legs further apart and gripped your hips. You laid down on your elbows - your back arched and ass in the air. He gave a throaty chuckle and smacked it again.
“Tell me if it hurts.” He spoke, lining his cock to your entrance. He slowly slid his length into your cunt. You breath hitched at how full you’re feeling even though he’s not fully inside of you, yet. You laid your head down on the side and whimpered. You’re still not used to his girth but you know that he would make this sex the best sex ever. In fact, he knows your body very well so you trust him and he knows that. Kensei waited for your signal to move and you nodded. He began rolling his hips up - your tight plush walls hugging him, lovingly. His throaty groans filled your ears as his cock stroked your walls; making you wetter.
After a while, Kensei’s throaty moans bounced off the walls. Encouraging you to push your ass back in sync with his thrusts. “K-ken~” you moaned, feeling your assets respond to his ministrations. You breathed heavily while your face slid up and down against the pillow. The rough skin slapping sounds filled the bedroom; you tucked your lips in and whimpered when the tip hit the spot over and over. “Good. Right there, huh.” He praised in between his thrusts, looking at your glistened face on the pillow, your ass pushing back against his hips, while he bucked into you roughly.
“Right there. Right there.” You pleaded, your nipples rubbing against the sheets, spreading your legs more - digging your knees deep in the bed as he slammed into you. Your soaked cunt echoed in the room along with headboard hitting against the wall. Kensei felt your never ending squeezes of your walls around his cock. “Fuck.” He smacked your ass, pulling your hips back to his. He leaned over your back and left kisses on your neck when he slowed down and whispered, “get on top for me, baby.”
Kensei laid down on his back and pulled you closer to straddle him. Your legs spread out on either side of his legs. Kensei stroked your inner thighs as he watched you line his cock into your entrance. You leaned back on your hands as he held your knees from underneath.
Kensei circled his hips. watching his cock enter in and out you, slowly. “That’s it.” He praised, letting out a throaty moan when he felt your soft walls hug him. Soon after, the quick squelching sounds slapped his pelvis when his deep thrusts quickened.
Kensei looked mesmerized. Watching you take him ride him and take him so well. Your hands on his chest, you breathed out his name while your assets bounced around. “Like that, baby.” He breathed out, his hands reached out for your breasts and caressed your nipples, as he watched you rolled your hips on his cock. “Yeah, like that.” His head fell back on he pillow and he bit his lip, relishing the pleasure of your walls stroking him. “Mmm.” You moaned, feeling his warm hands cup your breasts. His length brushing your walls feels so good. Even your clit rubbing on his pelvis.
You heard the sheets move around when he pushed his feet in and quickly began bucking his hips against yours. You gasped - your walls clenched him each time he hit that spot. “You like that, baby.” He chuckled, he knows. He knows your body so well. You whimpered as your breasts started bouncing around more. “Oh fuck, baby.” His eyes looked down, seeing his cock covered with your arousal. “So wet, shit.” He praised, hearing the sloppy wet sounds coming from your cunt while he thrusted into you, quickly.
You love it. The sounds of your intimacy bouncing of the walls, with the man you love, never ceases to amaze you. His iron grip on your waist to anchor you made you feel so good. “Come here.” Kensei reluctantly stopped and pulled you closer to his chest, moving his hands under your knees. “You’re so needy.” You teased, automatically rolling on hips and kissing him, passionately. He started bucking into your heat deeply. Your breath hitches along with Kensei’s in between the kisses.
Soon after, his pace gets messy. “Ugh.” groaned deeply, his hands grips your hips and pushed it down, to keep you there. He rolled his hips to feel more of you while his pace got more sloppier. “Ahhh. ken.” your voice shakes, his pace making your plush walls clench his length. You managed to raise yourself to hold the headboard, “Ahh..yeah. Right there, ken,” you praised. Kensei sucked his breath.
He felt it.
“Good girl.” His fingers stroked your glistening back while he gave a satisfied open mouth groan. You whimpered, you’re getting close to your release as your soft walls kept clenching him. “Ah-Ken!” Your hips began gyrating, he kept hitting your g-spot that he knows all too well. Kensei quickly gripped your waist and bucked into you roughly. The springs from the mattress and the headboard were getting louder. “Almost there, baby.” His said thickly, His brown orbs looking up at you, deeply. You looked like a twitching mess, your walls kept trembling, squeezing his cock. “Ugh!” You cried out, squirming under his grip when you released, your eyes shut and clenching uncontrollably.
Kensei kept going. The bed creaking roughly on the wooden floor until his thrusts froze. “Fuck.” He breathed out, chest heaving while he gave a few more strokes, his cum leaking down his shaft. “Damn.” He gently smacked your ass, sitting up and wrapping his arms around you.
Kensei gave a few neck kisses, breathless. You tilted your neck, giving him more room while your fingers stroked his glistening back, until he stopped and hid his face in your neck for a moment. His cock is still inside of you and throbbing. “ken?” You softly called, looked down at him holding onto you.
You leaned back and tilted his head slightly. You giggled. Now, he looks sleepy. Courtesy of the post-orgasm. Both of you stared into each other’s eyes - both out of breath, sweaty and completely satisfied.
You asked, “Did you have fun, baby~?”giggling breathlessly at the man in front of you. Kensei gave a throaty chuckle. “Of course, I did.” He stroked your back.
“So you’re not sleepy anymore?” Your thumbs stroking his cheeks, looking at him knowingly. He gave a knowing smirk.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Babe.” Enveloping his lips with yours, gently.
“Happy birthday, ken~” Kissing him back softly as he hummed.
End.
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unculturedswine-101 · 2 years
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Fast times-Steve Harrington x Fem! Reader
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A/N: Based off of THAT scene in Fast Times at Ridgemont High
Warnings: not really, BOOBIES? (Haha), wet dream ig
One of the great things about turning 18 for Steve, was being able to rent R rated movies: and the first one he picked out? Fast Times at Ridgemont High of course. He had heard heard rumours about “the Phoebe Kates scene” but it was only when he watched it for himself that it had quite the effect on him.
That was all that was on his mind at school, other than you of course. The only perk about working there was seeing you working at the Sam goody across from Scoops; your bright smile when you greeted customers, how your uniform hugged your curves perfectly, how pretty your ass filled out your shorts when you bent down. To say he had a crush on you was an understatement, unfortunately he knew nothing about you, except for your name. “Hey dingus!” Robin snaps, pulling Steve from his regular staring at you. “Just go talk to her already! I’m sure she won’t bite” Robin complained, while accepting money from a customer and handing them their ice cream. “I can barely talk to girls here at Scoops Rob, how am I gonna talk to my dream girl?! I’ll just- I’ll say something stupid and she’ll just roll her eyes at me, I can’t handle that kind of rejection” Steve said pacing back and forth behind the counter. Robin rolled her eyes, “you’re scared of rejection?? You’ve been getting rejected left, right and centre all summer, Popeye” she laughs. “Yeah, but I mean, it’s different with y/n she’s just so perfect and, it would kill me to have to look at that beautiful face, knowing I blew it” he covered his face with his hands, sighing. “Steve Harrington, you will be single forever at this rate” Robin laughs, wiping the counter.
Steve went to sleep that night, constantly thinking about you, maybe he could just suck it up and go up to you tomorrow: prove Robin wrong and finally get you to flash your beautiful smile to him.
Suddenly, he wasn’t in his bed, he was at the Hawkins public pool, in a suit? He looked around and no one was there; except for someone swimming in the pool, about to come out; you. As you broke through the surface he felt a wave of electricity rush to his groin; your y/h/c was all slicked back, your shining eyes perfectly reflecting the sun, your gorgeous smile, and your very small red bikini showing off your breasts, your nipples peaking through the thin fabric. “Hi Steve, you know how cute I always thought you were” you beam, climbing up the ladder of the pool; it was like a porn movie, droplets of water falling from your waist and thighs while you strutted towards him; almost in slow motion, allowing him to take in your figure properly. He was shocked even more (if that was possible), when you reached to unclip the middle clip securing your bikini top. And let the flimsy material fall revealing your perfect breasts as they bounced with every step you took. You kept your path to Steve lifting your hands to run through his hair before pulling him into a kiss and then-
Steve opened his eyes to be sitting in a puddle of cum. “Shit!” Steve exclaims, kicking off the sheets. His boxers completely soaked from his wet dream.
He has got to talk to you tomorrow.
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lilbunnybro · 5 months
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Crossing the Line Ch. 1
Twyla had a horrible day at work. Dealing with customers is rarely easy and today was worse than usual. The only thing that kept her going was the idea of getting high and playing video games when she got home. Maybe after a long, shitty day she could finally relax.
Or maybe not. When she walked into the living room, her brother Ash was passed out on the couch. Again.
She wanted to scream, though it wouldn't wake him up. Ash was a heavy sleeper even as a kid, he slept through alarms and yelling parents like they were white noise. Then in college he started taking edibles. If he fell asleep after an edible he would be out for a solid 8-12 hours.
Nothing could wake him up, Twyla tried pretty much everything. Yelling and shaking him, again didn't do anything. Airhorns got complaints from their neighbors, but Ash didn't even stir. Twyla even tried spraying him with cold water one time (he fell asleep in the bathtub), nothing worked.
It's times like these that make her wish that she had a TV in her room. Technically, nothing was stopping her from playing in the living room, it's not like he's going to wake up and complain except…
Except he also liked to hang out in the apartment in his underwear. She's tried asking him to put some clothes on, but he always shot back about how her, Dave, and dad wore only boxers around the house but Ash would get in trouble if he did. Twyla couldn't argue with that, though she couldn't imagine doing that now, it just feels weird.
She could never articulate why she didn't like seeing her brother in skimpy underwear, breasts bouncing boobily around the apartment without sounding like a weirdo. Maybe she was just overthinking it, but she found it … distracting to say the least.
She tried sitting on the floor but her back didn't like that and the edible she took made it hard to get comfortable. With much effort she got up, examined the couch and the sleeping lump on it. Luckily, her brother was short and left plenty of space on the couch for her to sit. He was sleeping on his back, both hands on his stomach, one leg stood up with the other one bent off to the side giving her a view of … his crotch.
She snapped her head to the tv and the game she was playing. Try as she might, she couldn't stay focused on her game. After maybe an hour of playing she gave up. She stared blankly at the ceiling letting her thoughts envelope her. This was a bad idea as they quickly became sexual in nature.
How long has it been since she last fucked? Maybe 4, 5 months? And this past month she's been more sexually frustrated. She'd masturbate for hours on end only to stop frustrated after not cumming. It was becoming a problem.
She idly started palming her junk before stopping herself. This is wrong. She can't jerk off next to her sleeping brother… Or can she? It's not like he's going to wake up anytime soon. And it's not like she hadn't jerked off back when she shared a room with their older brother Dave and vice versa. At least she was gracious enough to be quiet and watch porn WITH earbuds in.
With how high she was she wasn't sure if she could make it to her room anyways. She undid her jeans and struggled to get them and her underwear off without standing. She probably could've stood up but her weed brain refused.
It was awkward at first. She was trying really hard to not look at her brother with his crotch facing her. She closed her eyes and let her mind wander. Her hand found a good rhythm as she thought of boys bouncing on her dick. Fuck, she would kill to be balls deep in someone. Maybe she would actually be able to cum. Fuck, she wants to cum. Fuck fuck fuuuuccckkk. She spat on her hand to lessen the friction. It felt good, not as good as a wet pussy or a lubed asshole, but still okay.
The great thing about weed is that it's easy to get lost in thought. The bad thing about it is that it's hard to keep focused. Scenarios will play out in her head only to dashed by a completely random thought and get lost on a tangent about fucking windmills or some shit.
She could watch porn, she even has her earbuds in her jean pockets. The only problem is that she would have to open her eyes, with her brother and his splayed body just to the left of her. It shouldn't be this hard to be distracted by your own barely clothed brother but his pussy is just out there! Okay, not out there, he's still wearing underwear, but still.
Don't look don't look don't look.
She opened her phone and scrolled aimlessly, looking for a video to jump out to her. It seems that none of her favorite creators have uploaded anything new. Fuck. She watched a few videos, but nothing was grabbing her. God, she just wanted to cum. Not just cum, but to touch someone else. Feel their warmth.
She could see Ash out of the corner of her eye. The slow rise and fall of his chest. God he has great tits. Maybe she could just … hold one as she jerked off. What he doesn't know won't hurt him, right?
Twyla hovered over the sleeping lump that was Ash. She slowly reached out and grabbed her little brother's tit. It was soft, she could feel the nipple getting hard against her palm. Her brother let out a sigh. She froze.
Is this really okay? What if he woke up during this? How could she explain this?
A moment passed, nothing happened. She gave the boob a tentative squeeze. God, boobs are great, even if they are your little brother's. Another sigh. She stopped again. Twyla pinched his nipple. He let out a tiny moan. She pinched harder and he moaned again. God, what a little slut to like his tits played with.
She knelt down beside the couch. Her mouth latched onto the boob right in front of her, sucking and gently biting his nipple. The sounds coming out of her brother's mouth were delicious. She never realized Ash was capable of such cute noises.
While her right hand was busy jacking off, the left hand was exploring his body, gently caressing his stomach before stopping at his pubic mound. No, down there is off limits. Touching his pussy would really be crossing the line, she wouldn't be able to forgive herself. Her hand shifted back to his soft stomach, gently squeezing his rolls.
Many times she felt close to cumming, but no cigar. She was getting desperate. Was she really molesting her little brother and not even get to cum? She wanted something other than her hand. Maybe a boob job would work..?
She covered her brother's chest and her dick in what little spit she could make (thanks weed) before getting up to straddle her brother. This was an awkward arrangement to say the least. One foot placed firmly on the floor, the other leg stuck in the crevice between the seat cushions and the back of the couch, while trying not to put any weight on her brother's chest. He may be a heavy sleeper, but she didn't want to push it. If this doesn't work she might as well become a nun.
She pressed Ash's tits around her dick. His tits were big, at least compared to her's, and easily enveloped her member. Slowly, she started moving her dick in and out.
Boob jobs were never her favorite. They could be improved if the one giving the boob job was sucking the tip of the dick as it poked up from their cleavage, but that wasn't going to happen. Either way she had to make do with the circumstances at hand.
Despite all this, it felt fucking great. Maybe it was not fucking for a few months, or the general desperation of the last month, maybe both. It wasn't the same wet heat you would get from a hole, but it was still warm and her spit mixed with precum was enough lubrication for the moment. She tried her best to not go too fast or too rough, lest she wake Ash up. But that was getting harder the closer she got, just teetering on the edge of orgasm. God, she wanted to cum. She needs to cum for fuck sake.
Her eyes were transfixed on Ash's face as she fucked his tits. Realization struck like a train. God, what is she doing? She must be a terrible person, a monster, a fucking pervert to do this to her little brother.
Her hips kept moving despite the mental crisis she was having. The movements became faster as she got more lost in guilt, her bucking more erratic until-
A shudder ran through Twyla's body as she came onto her brother's clavicle and neck. Shit. She let out a strangled groan as she milked what little cum she had left out of her body. Fuck. Shit fuck.
She stared down at her mess. She finally came but at what cost? Defiling her brother?
She wrenched her leg out from the cushions and stumbled to the kitchen grabbing some paper towel. The mess needed to be cleaned up before Ash could wake up. Still, when she returned, she took a moment to look at the mess and him again.
This is the one and only time she can do this. If he were to ever find out… she wouldn't know what to do. She had to make the most of this one off incident.
She took a few photos of her shame before cleaning him off. Her reasoning was flimsy, she knew that but, as long as it deterred her from repeating this mistake then it's fine, right? No harm done, theoretically.
Twyla took a long, cold shower afterwards, some kind of penitence, before shuffling off to bed. She slept relatively well for a girl that molested her brother.
The next morning Twyla shuffled out of her room for some coffee. Ash was also there, she tried not to look at the naked breasts she abused last night.
"How was work yesterday?" Asked her unaware of his own molesting brother.
She shrugged wondering if she was trying too hard to avoid looking at his boobs, "It was work"
"Fair enough, sorry for falling asleep on the couch again, I know you find it annoying"
Another shrug, "It's whatever"
"Y'know at one point I think I remember Misty sitting on my chest"
She tried to act natural and started making her coffee, "What do you mean?" She made sure to turn away so that Ash couldn't see her expression.
"Well, at one point I was aware of this pressure on my chest, I think she was also pawing at my tits" he jabbed the tabby with an accusatory foot, "Did you Misty? Did you knead me titties like a dirty pervert?"
Twyla could feel the color drain from her face. She stopped making her coffee.
"Hey where you going?" asked her blissfully ignorant brother.
"I need to shower" was all she could manage.
"Well, um I'm heading off to work so you later tonight"
No reply. She was certain that if she opened her mouth she might confess or throw up. She made a beeline to the bathroom, not even bothering to take her clothes off before turn on the shower to its coldest setting. She was going to be in there for a while.
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PRIDE
boxer!natsu x gn!reader
modern au
sfw
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“and down goes dragneel! the dragon king is really giving the salamander a run for his money, i’m surprised he’s still conscious!”
bastards
you wish the announcers could hear you from your position in natsu’s corner of the ring, choice words brewing in the back of your mind for them.
please just stay down
this is the longest ten seconds of my life
the referee gets to seven before natsu signals that he’s okay to continue, making your stomach lurch. it wasn’t that you didn’t believe in him or his skills. you knew he’d sooner die than lose the fight. it was how his physical state would hold up after that you were worried about.
you rub your palms on your pants as the round ends, your custom jacket with “dragneel” plastered across the back suddenly feeling entirely too warm.
natsu’s left eye was swollen almost completely shut, and if you looked hard enough you were sure his jaw was out of place.
“are you okay to keep going?” makarov scowled, holding natsu’s water up to his face and trying to grease his ever-swelling eye.
“i’m good!” he nods, taking a swig.
“i can call it, you’ve done more than en-” natsu gives makarov a fiery glare, making the older man cut his sentence short. in any other setting, the size difference between them would be absolutely comical.
he spits the water into a bucket held up to his face by another member of his team, staring makarov down.
“i’m fine!” you let out a sigh, a sick feeling sinking in about how the next few rounds would go.
and somehow, miraculously, the announcers are holding up natsu’s fists and adorning him with a ridiculous sized championship belt, the arena roaring with praise for him. you had your camera-ready smile down to a science, but natsu knew you were upset.
you stayed in natsu’s locker room when a trainer came to see him, fighting the urge to scoff upon hearing he had another concussion, possible broken ribs, and probably needed a trip to the eye doctor to make sure he’d keep his sight in his left eye.
natsu had tenacity, nobody could deny that. that’s part of what made his name so popular in the boxing community so quickly. you’d been able to bear witness to him going from small matches in you two’s neighborhood boxing gym to selling out matches as the headlining fighter. you couldn’t be prouder. but you also couldn't be more worried. because for every ounce of tenacity natsu carried, he had just as much (if not more) recklessness to bring to the ring. his tunnel vision and hyperfocus on victory was his strength and very well could be his demise.
natsu’s father had been the one to teach him to fight. for unknown reasons, igneel never got into the big leagues, but he raised one hell of a prodigy.
so, you can see why natsu took igneel's sudden absence to heart. he wasn’t dead, or injured, or missing in action. just simply flew halfway across the world to start a new life with a woman half his age, completely abandoning his then-teenage son and training him. and no matter how well natsu did, how much he excelled or how many wins he had under his name, nothing ever made his father break his silence towards him.
makarov bringing natsu into his gym to continue his training was probably the best thing that ever happened to him. he saw natsu as one of his own, which is part of why he was so hard on him.
“you can’t keep doing this, natsu.”
“winning?”
“can you stop being a smartass for two minutes? you need to care for your body, not just train to swing hard. if you lose your sight in your left, then what?”
you suck in a breath, watching natsu’s non-injured eye narrow in annoyance.
“both of my fists will still work. i’ve fought plenty of times with a fucked up eye before.”
“you are insufferable.” makarov sighs, giving you a look that suggested you might have more luck than he did, closing the door behind him.
“love you too!” natsu shouts, grinning as he pulls a hoodie on his sweaty torso.
you two’s drive home is uncharacteristically quiet, natsu staring at you in anticipation. you’d snatched the keys out of his duffel before he could even think about insisting he could drive, knowing how casually he treated his concussions.
“why do you keep hurting yourself in your fights?” your voice is quiet and even-toned, staring at the brake lights ahead of you. traffic leaving the arena was nearly standstill, masses of cars surrounding you in every direction.
“it’s not like im punching myself in the face babe.”
you kiss your teeth in annoyance, refusing to look at him.
“you know that’s not what i mean.”
“why does everyone keep asking me that? this entire sport is based around beating the shit out of the other guy in the ring with you, i don’t see the problem.”
“the problem is you don’t know when to stop, natsu.”
“i stop when i win, that’s all that matters.” your grip on the steering wheel tightens, knuckles beginning to go white.
“what about you?”
he sighs heavily, cracking his knuckles.
“i’m fine, (y/n).”
“your fifth concussion in a year is fine, natsu? your broken ribs that are gonna make it hurt to breathe are fine? the possibility of you only being able to see out of one of your eyes, that’s fine to you?!” guilt washes over you when you watch him wince at your increase in volume, remembering that his concussion would make him sensitive to sound.
he opens his mouth, then closes it. he knows you’re right, and fighting with you is the last thing he wanted to do. soon enough, you pull into your driveway, thankful to get out of the car.
you park the car, yanking the keys from the ignition as he hastily follows you into you two’s home. you set the keys on a table by the front door, taking a breath.
“you can go to the eye doctor by yourself tomorrow.” his eyes widen, double taking to make sure he heard you right.
“what?!” it was an unspoken rule that you always came to his appointments with him. press conferences, interviews, photoshoots, his only request was that you were always right there.
“i’ll order the uber in the morning so you don’t have to dri-”
“why aren't you coming?”
“i’m not gonna listen to you try to fight the advice of another person who only wants the best for your health. justifying it with winning isn’t enough.”
“my eye is fine, i’m really not hurt that bad.”
“yes you are! i’m listening to you wheeze every time you inhale, don’t try to give me that bullshit. you’re either going to start taking care of yourself or i’m done. i’m not gonna sit around and watch you destroy yourself over a title.”
his eyes darken with anger, staring you down.
“yea? what happened to you being proud of me for fighting through all that shit? for being an underdog, for making a name for myself?”
“none of that is worth your well being, natsu! if you never winning a match again means you’re not going to get permanent brain damage from all these concussions, on top of partial blindness, so fucking be it! i care more about you than i do some stupid shiny belt.” you spit.
“that belt is worth everything to me, why don’t you get that?”
“why do you always act like you have something to prove?!”
“because i do!” him raising his voice rattles the entire house, regret rising in his chest at the sharp pain that shows up behind his temples and watching you jump in surprise.
“i do have something to prove.” his voice cracks when he repeats himself, much weaker than the first time.
you finally look at him, raising an eyebrow for him to continue.
“i have to prove that him leaving wasn’t my fault. eventually, he has to see how good i’m doing and say something about it.”
your chest pangs as you watch him wipe away a tear before it can fall, his usual massive stature suddenly looking so small and fragile in you two’s foyer, light from the moon illuminating behind him.
there’s tense silence for a few moments, but you know you can’t keep it up.
“baby…” you cautiously reach an arm around him, gasping when he throws himself into you, failing at trying to hide his crying.
“i-i’m sorry, i’ll be more careful. i just wanted to make everyone proud, to prove that i deserve to be here. i’ll go get my eye looked at, and i won’t fight when i get hurt like this anymore, just please don’t leave me too, i can’t-” the rest of his sentence is cut off with a choked sob, making you gently shush him as you move one hand to play with his hair.
“i’m right here, it’s okay.” you give him a few minutes to let everything out, cradling his tear-stained face in your hands and giving him a reassuring smile.
“i’m so proud of you. and so is anyone else who’s in your corner. anyone who’s not doesn’t deserve the honor in the first place.” he nods, sniffling quietly.
“i’m sorry.” he whispers, unable to meet your eyes.
it was easy to forget that natsu was sensitive under his goofy and nonchalant exterior, especially seeing him in action. you press a quick kiss to his lips, finally getting a small smile out of him.
“we should probably go shower and go to bed, yea? we’ve gotta be on time for that appointment tomorrow.”
his face lights up like a kid on christmas, taking your hand in his and tugging you upstairs to you two’s room.
“i’m sorry i’m a pain in the ass-” he kisses your nose, interrupting his statement “-i love you-” another on both your cheeks, “-so much.” he finishes with kissing your lips, lingering there for a few moments. you playfully roll your eyes, snuggling up to him so you can fall asleep.
“i love you and your stubborn ass more.”
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