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satoruhour · 6 months

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HIHII hope you are doing well!!!

I have a request but if you're not comfortable writing it's completely fine too!!

Anyways~ can you write something with University professor geto x top student reader??? They have a lot of sexual tension and geto continuously targets the reader in his lectures only for her to storm into his office after a test in which he didn't give her the marks she deserved just so he could piss her off and eventually leading them to blow off some steam together hehe-

HEJSJSH ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE A GREAT REST OF THE DAY💗💗

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I GOT THAT DUMB D*CK !

a/n: hi cherry 2! saying 2 because i already have another cherry anon, thank u for waiting for this btw sorry this took so long omggg!!! i wanna make it similar to the short blurb i did here, but ill leave out reader being a camgirl! a lot of lore talk, just a warning

wc: 8k (sigh ....)

warnings: so much lore lol sorry, no beta we die like men, age gap (32 / 24), professor!geto, fem!reader, geto is also a cam worker, masturbation (both f and m), toy use during f! masturbation (vibrator), fantasising, pet names, praise, degradation, use of ‘slut’ and ‘whore’, oral (m receiving, f receives briefly at the end), dumbification (ig?) face-fucking, deep-throating, spitting in mouth, unprotected sex, creampie / breeding kink, cum eating, implied multiple rounds, n*sfw under the cut

no one could really pinpoint the reason why professor geto had picked on you, called you out so much, and why you entertained the incessant questions. it was unbecoming of a prof., he knew, it was never smart to favour one person (negatively, in this case) in a room of bright students who could read between the lines. but he just feels himself so drawn to your furrowed eyebrows and words laced with venom, because at the end of the day, he can see that you aren’t all talk.

you challenge his views and you do it in a way that catches him off-guard. you propose insane arguments that you willingly would die at the grave just to find evidence for; or it could just be because he was staring too much at the way your mouth moved and your eyes expressed everything to pay attention to your words, finding that you were just too beautiful to be chasing a linguistics degree.

this was another thing: geto suguru could possibly have anyone he wanted. he was fine. shoulders pulled back in proper posture, hair either tied up fully or just halfway, and always, always wearing shirts with sleeves that reach his wrist. to that, everyone could see just how bulked the man was, top looking too tight all the time.

geto knew he was fine, too, because on top of (and before) being a professor, he found that he could get a good amount of money by just streaming — camera propped below his neck and obviously tight button-up shirt discarded to reveal his tattooed body, while he has his legs spread and the thirsty, horny comments flooding in on the platform. it’s been a norm by now, started from his uni days where he needed some extra money to support his fees and living necessities.

one year turned into two, two years turned into stagnancy during his third and fourth years (save for a few occasional streams), and up came a little funny graduation stream suggested by his best friend. geto had spent a good half ’n hour talking about his time in university and thanking his viewers, changing up the setting almost immediately by showing hard he was.

[uzum4kisl0ver]: YEAAAH we’re getting to the good stuff, thank u for feeding us so well these few years uzumaki-san!!

[minstash96]: Congrats on graduating Uzumaki-san!! I rmb joining during your third year and found out from everyone u were getting busier </3 but Im glad youre back again!!!

[g_bigdick_s]: fellas is it gay to support your best friend’s graduation jerking off stream

the flood of “yes”’s replying to gojo made the streamer laugh, thankful that his best friend had listened a little and at least changed gojobigdicksatoru to just his “G.S.” initials to avoid people finding his LinkedIn. from there, geto had gotten into the true nature of his stream easily, fishing out his cock to stroke and loving the sounds of tips coming in, the name of his alias Uzumaki continually commented. since then, it’s become a side hustle — finishing his masters, training to become a professor, it’s all natural to him, taking even further steps to make sure he isn’t found out.

exactly, he could have anyone he wanted — a fan from his streaming account, or one of satoru’s regular fwb’s but instead he finds himself drawn to someone else, you, the second year student in his bilingualism and multilingualism module that he has no trouble teaching despite his freshly employed status.

at the start of the week, the gods decided thought it would be funny to delay the campus bus that would take you to the english department for a consultation session with your professor. you couldn’t focus in lectures due to bad cramps, you were behind on your non-major related courses, the bad luck just seemed to seep into one day after another. you had woken up late, putting on a terrible outfit that no one really cared about, except your professor who just had a smirk on his face.

“if you notice, runes were created as they were spoken — spelt as they are said which almost look like ‘pictographs’,” prof. geto switches to the next slide with the runes and their meanings alongside a jumble of symbols that send the whole class into hysterics, “can anyone sound out the phonetics of these runes to me? hint: even though i said they look like pictographs, the first rune is definitely not an E.”

he was known for asking questions during lectures, pleased with anyone that would even try because he knew how quiet lecture theatres could get. he was exactly like that in university, too, letting satoru take all the attention due to the many unknown people in the same room. now, he found that asking the questions was a little entertaining, seeing the way students look back down at their laptops and avoid eye contact. but he doesn’t need to do anything and his body is already turnt towards you. he’s not even pointing physically, which he thinks he’s done a good job of restraining himself.

ᛊᛃᚨᚾᛖᛚ

“the words and names should be as they sound — so ‘s’ or ᛊ should translate into a ‘c’ since they didn’t have a C back then and it’s the closest sound to C. ᛃ can’t be ‘h’ because of the usage of H in hagl . . its pronunciation is different and plus, we’ll spell it how we say it, so maybe it’s ‘j’?” you mutter to yourself, an urge to answer the quickest, always. you aren’t sure where this streak came from, but you’ve been smart always, “sja . . it either can be chanel or channel since there’s a rule you can’t use the same rune twice in succession . .”

professor geto already knows you’d be the first to answer, raising your hand even without looking since you were still calculating the other four letters which you put together fairly quickly.

you take the safest route, “chanel, with one N.”

geto clicks his tongue and sucks in a breathe, “so close, miss (y/n), but it’s because i cheated a little on my part.” you can feel your blood boil and the grimaces of other students when he switches to the next slide and there’s a little grin on his face. it says — ‘there is no distinction between capital and small runes, nor can you use the same rune twice continually.’

“you are right, partially, but i did want to drive home the point,” which he’s sure you already know. “that words with two N’s or L’s or whatever, would only show up in the runic language as only one character.” your face morphs into something of annoyance and the grin on professor geto’s face only widens — that defiant, headstrong nature is something he loved, but the grin drops a little when he imagines something . . out of the classroom. his pants tighten.

you mirror him, clicking your tongue and reluctantly taking down the note in your documents before sinking into your chair — not even chō, you friend, could find the proper words to comfort you. you spend the rest of the lecture, sulking, unwillingly answering his incessant questions with a scowl on your face and a headache forming.

this never stops—

“miss (y/n)?” one-on-one meetings were the bane of your existence, but it was the only way to connect with your professors properly — here, geto calls you to talk about your latest essay where you were the last on the roster. by then, everyone has filed out with nobara waiting for you just outside the classroom.

“don’t have to call my name, i’m the only one here.” you mutter under your breath, and geto feels a little annoying today.

“what was that?”

“nothing—”

he hums, scooting his chair closer once you sit, and while you find the gesture a little weird, you’re overcome with just how good he smells and it only fuels your hatred more. it’s no fair that he’s so . .

“miss (y/n).” you sigh with an apology, frankly not ready to hear how he’d be attacking your essay. it was written on a rushed timeline, you didn’t cite your sources properly, you knew some criticism was warranted as much as you didn’t like to hear it from your professor’s mouth.

“. . you do know you can’t just rely on your brain, right?” geto speaks softly and you feel your heart flutter at his tone. he points to the places where you forget your in-text citations.

“but professor, information about syntax and phonetics just comes like second nature . .” you mumble, ignoring how he closes his eyes and hisses, “and all the sources on the internet say different things.”

“then just find a reliable one.”

you tsk, taking the paper from him and flipping to the next page, “well, i did one here.” the paper makes a sound when you press your finger into it, aware of how close you are. from here you can feel the heat radiating off his body, unconsciously rubbing your thighs together.

“too long ago, needs to be within five years.” geto’s lying through his teeth.

“no, it does not!” you pull back and look at him incredulously. ah, the feeling’s gone, “not in language related papers, at least!”

“but that claim was from the 2000’s, miss (y/n), for all we know it could’ve been resolved by then.”

“then why didn’t you say anything about chō’s scholar article from the 1990’s?” you’re standing up, now, furrowed eyebrows depicting the very thing you feel: confusion, agitation at being treated like this. given you weren’t in the best condition when you wrote this essay, but you still gave it your all.

“her argument was about the interconnectedness between the romance languages — yours,” he punctuates while leaning back in his chair. you don’t like how your eyes flit down to his lap, but you’re forced to look up when he stands up too, “is about the use of ciphers in comparison to an immature language developed on the internet that created in the 2019s. any scholar claim before that would be void.”

your blood boils just like that day. alas, he had a good point, but like always, the gentle slit of his eyes and the all-knowing smile didn’t match the bullying he was laying on you and you despise it.

even! even, as you notice how there’s probably less than a inch between your faces as you puff out your chest to look more intimidating and yet geto suguru towers over you. and even when your heart beats loudly in your ears, feeling his hot breath fan over your own face while you don’t miss how he licks his lips and glances down to yours not-so-secretly.

you swallow at the silence, until there’s the annoying notification of his Outlook cutting the tension and soon you’re snatching the essay from him, walking to where your bag is. although you want to let your anger overflow, all you say is a tame, “noted. thanks, prof” with a glare, eye twitching.

you made sure to slam the classroom door with shaky hands . .

. . but you’re not very good at capping your rage. “i swear to god! he better fucking check his mirror and admire himself because soon i’m going to beat him up so bad that everyone can’t recognise him.” geto’s lips turn up in a small smirk at your flared expression he just witnessed — he just loves your dirty mouth and he finds himself thinking of it more and more often.

chō only can tut, “so you find him attractive?”

“what? how the hell did you infer that from my rant?” you scoff, shoving her to the side, not aware that your whispered outburst is heard as he’s packing up. he simply enjoys looking at you walk away through the glass slit of the door, hips swaying unknowingly.

“bad news, guys,” geto, or rather Uzumaki, sighs on screen, adjusting so the lens of the camera rested just below his collarbones. easily, his chat fills up with a mixture of horny comments and genuine questions, chuckling to himself as he unbuttons his shirt. he feels more like a sinner at this point, suddenly flustered with the confession he’s about to make.

“i think i’ve taken quite a liking to someone,” geto hums, hands going to his trousers to palm his bulge. he had to get home immediately after that, cancelling his meetings for the day. with a single text to gojo, the white-haired man was excited to hear everything about this new person, thankful that his best friend will finally not be alone.

[g_bigdick_s]: TELL US! TELL US!!!! TELL US!

but professor geto is lost instantly, imagining you as he massages his erection. thinking about your anger transforming into pleasure, into obedience for him as he forces your mouth down on his cock. oh . . how’d your mouth and hands feel, how’d your pussy feel.

geto groans, already removing his dick from the constraints, and pumping it to full length. he doesn’t even talk much, only the endless comments and tips reminding him he was still on live. spitting on his hand, he wraps his hand around himself again, thumbing the tip and hoping it’d be your tongue swirling around it.

what would you look like on your knees, taking each inch of his cock down your throat? would he be able to wipe the defiance off your face? would he be able to fuck his smart student, dumb?

“you need a good destress, woman,” chō suggests over the phone, voice a bit uneven due to it being stuck in between her shoulder and ear, “go on camstar or something, i’m sure you’ll find something hot there.”

“chō, i am not going on a porn streaming website! i’ll very much settle for my smut fics, thank you.”

“boo, don’t you get bored? i get that normal adult industry videos are super inaccurate but . . when was the last time you’ve watched an unfiltered, unedited jerk off vid? that’s the hottest.”

you scoff, “yeah, like you would know, miss complain-whenever-you-get-dick-pics.”

“that’s because it’s unsolicited! plus all the men who send me pics have ugly dicks. if anything i’m more open to get unsolicited pussy pics rather than consensual dick pics at this point.” your friend nonchalantly says, spreading her fingers to look at her manicured nails, “but anyway, prof geto is on your ass too much lately. maybe he wants to get in your pants?”

you don’t recoil at the suggestion as much as you expect to and you’re puzzled at that — “please never say that again.” just as you’re saying this, you’re typing in camstar.org even though you told yourself not to but deep down, you know that you’ve been craving more than just twitter links and porn with plot stories. on the front page, you’re seeing a video thumbnail of a guy with a fairly big . . feature, countless tattoos lining his body while you can catch a faint glimpse of his long hair in the dark room — it’s the only one that draws you in, other streams merging into a blur.

chō’s voice fades off when you notice just how popular the stream is, cursor hovering over the title (“just a ramblefap, need to release some tension”) almost tempting you to click.

“okay, will get back to you,” succumbing to your needs, you shamelessly grab your vibrator just as she cheers into the phone. you can hear that’s my girl! on the other side as you stifle a smile, bidding a goodbye before you settle into bed. from there, you do what you always do: relax for a few, slow your breathing, get yourself wet a little—

click.

The stream you have attempted to view has ended a minute ago. We apologise for the inconvenience caused. View more livestreams below:

you shove the vibrator under your pillow and bury your head into it, screaming.

“i mentioned in yesterday’s lecture that Latin evolved from the dialects of the Italic peoples of ancient Italy, or Latium, a region in central western Italy. over time, Latin absorbed elements from other languages, such as Etruscan and Greek, and it became the main language of the western Mediterranean.” professor geto rambled on in classic geto fashion — it was his passion that made him so easy to listen to, as with the many enamoured girls with googly eyes and the guys who wish they could carry themselves the way geto did.

you’d say the same thing: his love for his subject of study made him attractive — charming even — as much as you didn’t want to admit to your friend, but you’d be more open with your attraction like everyone is if he wasn’t—

[9:52am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] so fucking annoying and cocky and picking on me all the time!!!!!! im soooo sick of him im so serious omfg ....

but today, he’s looking less at you and more at other students, or even marvelling at the terrible paint job of the classroom as he goes from slide to slide. he talks about the derivation in which French separates from Latin, borrowing similar spellings and meanings from the old language while separating the way they are spoken.

“French is the most divergent of the romance languages because of strong Gallic and Frankish influences. The Celtic Gauls spoke a language similar to Old Dutch but adopted Latin as the Romans invaded Gaul.” you don’t even have to look at him to get him thinking of lewd things, spiralling into his fantasies ever since last night. geto is a little fatigued, too, having lost sleep over his fucking student which he just can’t help bothering. excitement at having you in class before is now turning into dread with every week that passes, and this week is just one instance.

“uh— i-i know you guys aren’t well-versed in either, but with your knowledge of both languages,” geto pulls at his tie. he feels hot, “discuss with your tutorial groups, the differences between the two and list down examples. just come up with one difference, but preferably name a few instances.”

[10:01am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] wish u were here im so bored 😭😭 profs acting so weird today tho

[10:01am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] is he looking hot and bothered, nervous ??? like he wants to cry? im tellin you he wants you fr

of course she’d come out of her sickness-induced sleep just to bother you about him having the hots for you.

[10:02am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] you’re so ... i swear pls shut up he may want me but i do NOT want him

[10:03am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] not even while you were just ranting about how his side profile looked a little too good in lecture yesterday?? anyway i hope you’ll be able to get that nut tn 🙏🏼 that guy on camstar sounded hot asf

[10:04am, (y/n) -> chō 💟] ikr i cant believe i got cockblocked by a fuckin livestream ending 💀 thank you fr i need it atp

“any progress here?” he comes out behind you and you slam the phone so hard you give the both of you a scare while your other friends exchange giggles with each other. what you don’t know, is how his arm is positioned upon the back of your chair and his whole body hovers just beside yours. you’re threatened to look, but you know if you do, you’d be falling deeper into the pit that you promised yourself not to fall into.

“yup, we’re just discussing things about how in terms of grammar, French has conjugation but almost no declension. but— uh, it rather uses word order to express some of the intricacies that Latin expresses through word endings.”

you can see geto nod from your peripheral, “good. good answer, any examples to show me?”

your friends nod towards you since you’re usually the one with all the information about different languages. they aren’t foreign to the way geto keeps calling on you to answer him, too, so you shouldn’t have any problem with this, right?

wrong. you’re stuttering through your answer, turning your head finally and being met with the sight of prof geto looking down on you like a deer caught in headlights. you think that being in lecture theatres, sitting near to the back and your hatred in general has desensitised you to the beauty of your professor, because being under him like this makes your core pulse uncomfortably and your voice shaky.

“. . hm? what was that?”

“i was uhm— saying how— uh,” the way geto nods at you makes you more nervous, painting you as someone who someone who had all bark and no bite, but the other knows very well that you had a nasty bite. you’re smart and witty, pretty, hot as fuck, and if anything, it’s taking everything in geto not to bend you over and show you your place in this very classroom in front of everyone, too.

“little lady got nothin’ for me today?” geto purses his lips and lets his teasing side take over, an easy-going smile taking over his features that you just want to kiss and slap off at the same time. wait.

“i didn’t get enough sleep because i was too busy trying to rewrite the damn essay you said i had outdated and missing sources for,” you speak through gritted teeth, feeling a mixture of arousal and pure rage for the man hovering over you.

geto juts his lip out in a pout, face getting dangerously close to yours and challenging you. he just hopes your two friends won’t say anything, “well, darling, if you picked an easier topic to argue about, you wouldn’t be doing that, would you?”

“well, sorry i’m always trying to outdo myself. are you, professor geto? what with your boring suits and black and white slide designs?”

you click your tongue and turn back to your phone to pull up your chat with chō while geto takes a deep breath, desperately hoping the hard-on wouldn’t show through his slacks. your other two friends only giggle even more at the exchange, because for the rest of the class, professor geto is on edge, unable to teach coherently.

[11:17pm, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] YOU DID WHAAAAATTTTT...???? GIRL YOU SAID THAT???!!!!!!

[11:18pm, (y/n) -> chō 💟] bro what if i get expelled.. i shouldnt have but he was pissing me off so much... i did put an apology in the end tho

by then, you’ve already submitted your rewritten essay, putting in a short note at the end for your behaviour in class. although you don’t take it back, you’re still trying to play it safe especially with how much you paid to get into university. you scroll along camstar, bored out of your mind and hoping to find something as compelling as the inked guy from last week, but nothing really draws you in. until you’re refreshing the page, and just like the previous time, the popularity of that same bulking guy seems to push his video to the top.

and finally, before you’re clicking into the video, you check out his profile: in his early thirties, started this account when he was 24 and in university. you smack your lips at that — he’s been doing this for almost ten years? that’s dedication. in curiosity, you scroll down his account, seeing the progression of which this guy built up his figure and tattoos that litter his body. he’s kept the same format, camera showing his body chest down until you’re lazy to scroll more, a little disappointed in not being able to find any indication of his face.

you think that maybe you saw a glimpse of that wrist tattoo that matched the tattoo on your professor’s wrist, but you could just be imagining things.

“alright guys . .” the man on the screen huffs, clothes already discarded to get straight to the point, and you’re recording a small snippet of the same guy you told chō about. “had a rough day today.”

the onslaught of comments going i can make u feel better!!! Take ur anger out on me Uzumaki-san makes you sputter and laugh, sending that video first before you’re taking another. your attention is stolen for a moment, seeing chō react with emojis to your video message (“let’s see what emails i got today, huh?”), but the structure of sentences that the man speaks soon brings you out of jollity and into shock.

“how cute, an essay sent straight to my email.” geto wants to do anything but look at emails right now, but ever since he’s gotten your rewritten assignment, it’s all he’s wanted to check out if it wasn’t for the many meetings and errands he had to run today. “yadda yadda . . oh?”

“i’m sorry for today’s lesson,” purposely pausing to leave out his name, geto continues on, “i shouldn’t have reacted in that way no matter the situation.” a smirk forms on his face while your body fills with dread. in your panic, you pull up your own document whilst catching all of this on camera, tracking each word as the man on camstar.org continues to say out your apology word by word.

and then bit by bit, you’re making out how the man behind the camera might, just might be your linguistics professor. the broad shoulders, the jawline, the long hair, the manspread . .

but even with your heightened combination of excitement and revelation, you don’t click away, blindly sending the video to your friend and then shamefully digging under your pillow to grab your vibrator.

“teaching people is so difficult sometimes, guys,” he grunts, pulling down his underwear and revealing his already hard cock. he lets out a shaky sigh as he wraps a hand around his shaft, “you usually get the people who won’t do any work, the ones who are absent half the time — usually they go hand in hand.”

professor geto laughs and you twitch at the lovely sound. “but . . there’s this one girl . . in my classes— f-fuck.”

you’re entranced, watching your professor masturbate in front of thousands of people who possibly didn’t know a thing about this man while you try to get your jaw off the floor, “who is entirely different from these categories.”

“she’s smart,” geto groans out and you watch transfixed as he starts to pump himself, hips grinding up into his palm, “she’s so smart that i’d want to get to know her one day and just talk about anything.”

“s-she’s so fucking attractive, too, you guys won’t even— oh goddd . .” you feel like you’re being watched, so you’re careful with how you’re putting your vibrator to your core and once you start it, the moan that leaves you lines up with geto’s deeper groans. it turns you on so damn much.

with his head tilted back, he’s long gone as he moves his hands faster and faster, the slick noises of his pre-cum and spit mixing in together — geto only wishes he could act on his desires once the course was over, but knows you’ll probably be mortified at the prospect. at least here, he can imagine that it’s your mouth or cunt doing all the work.

“s-shitttt . .” the professor sounds out, hissing when he thumbs his tip and even more pre comes spilling out and while you watch, you’re hypnotised by the beautiful moans in its perfect cadence and the thickness of his cock. by now his chest is heaving and he’s holding onto his bedsheets so tight you wish it was your thighs.

“i want to fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head and get her dumb on my cock,” geto whines, hips fully bucking up now while you press your vibrator deeper into your clit. you’re left wondering how his mouth would feel, to shut him up by pressing him into your cunt until he can’t breathe, soak his stupid fucking suits, “want to hear her moan my name.”

you whimper at all the things professor geto swears he wants to do to you, grinding into your hand while he speeds up as well. he doesn’t speak, simply stroking himself as he thighs tense up and he squeezes his shaft with head full of visions of you in terribly lewd positions, making disgusting sounds, and all for him. it isn’t long before geto cums with a loud drawn out moan, shooting his cum onto his torso with a sigh before taking a sticky hand to his lips, licking it off — “i’d want to see my cum dripping out of her one day.”

that sends a chill down to your core, biting your pillow before you release softly all over your hand and vibrator; you spend the rest of the night watching professor geto’s other videos.

[12:32am, chō 💟 -> (y/n)] oh. OH..........

“i should’ve just taken an off-day today, i do not want to get back our results.” chō rubs at her eyes and temples, wanting anything to do with the return of test marks, but unfortunately it was the week after midterms and it was inevitable, “don’t need to ask you though, you’re probably not worried at all.”

“trust me, i am,” you bite the inside of your cheek. it’s been at least . . two weeks after that whole debacle, and despite your intense vents with your friend and the continuous picking on by prof. geto, nothing out of the blue was happening. except, maybe, your growing physical need for your professor and your simultaneous, increasing hatred for him.

“it’s only midterms — you don’t need to worry too much since it doesn’t contain a high percentage. what you should be focusing on are your finals. we’ll work on your shortcomings and mistakes here so you guys will do the best when the time comes.”

and when professor geto comes around to hand you your test, all you do is glare up through your lids, taking it from him before feeling your whole world crumble.

“a B+?!” your mouth gapes open at the blatant 65/100 mark that glares back at you. you know that you would’ve gotten anything but a 65, willing yourself to study harder and harder just to rub it in his pretty little face that you weren’t falling behind in his class. at this point it’s got to be personal, so soon, you’re packing up your things angrily with the intent to storm his office after your other classes.

it’s late in the afternoon when you finally finish your other tutorials on a short fuse, him clearly getting ready to head home by the darkness of his office when you shove your way through the door.

professor geto is sat in a laid-back position, tie hung on the hooks installed in the office and a few buttons are unbuttoned, revealing the very familiar tattoos you’ve become acquainted with.

“to who do i owe the pleasure?”

“cut the crap, prof.,” you scowl, using your foot to slam the office door close. despite the late nights being buried in your sheets, you won’t let yourself be treated like this, “i deserved anything but a 65 on midterms.”

geto tilts his head, sitting up and gesturing out to you; you realise he wants to see your test paper.

“ah!” with a finger, he makes a show of finding for your obvious mistakes which was minimal — but the way he marks obnoxiously tells you everything you need to know, “here. your comprehension of the similarities between Latin and Ancient Greek was too surface level, you didn’t explain why—”

“i. did!” you press down into the paper like the first time, leaning over his table and reading out the exact answer you wrote just a few days ago, “here, since your blind ass wants to act like i wasn’t answering the question.” you push yourself into his desk more, eyes levelled with his. you dare him to say something smart.

“well, your explanation of the six cases in Latin left out the locative, the last one, and there were some problems in the conjugation that the test asked of you.”

“bullshit. show me, if you’re so confident.”

professor geto knows he’s hit a dead-end. he was telling lies, full of it, but he’s enjoying every second of the anger that translates into your features, of the growl in your voice. he leans back further the more you close in on him.

“nothing, right? so tell me, do you hate me that much?”

geto simply laughs, crossing his arms and reminiscing on the many nights he’s spent doing anything but.

“quite the opposite, sweetheart.” the name catches you off-guard for a moment, but your sour face returns soon enough.

“then what the fuck do you think you’re doing, picking endlessly on a student?”

your professor sits forward, prompting you to cower back. you think it’d be good to bring up whatever he’s got going on on camstar.org but you’ll wait to a good moment before you say anything about your trump card, until geto snaps you out of your stupor by towering over you. the sheer difference makes you swallow.

“because i like seeing you flared up and angry and mad.” professor geto surprises you with each second, the nonchalance in which he said it, the stupid, attractive smirk on his face. now’s the time.

you compose yourself, thinking of the best way to phrase this, “you know you’re not entirely safe, either, you know. i could report you with the frequency in which you’re picking on me.”

you point a finger to his chest, thinking you could get him to lay off immediately with this as much as you were hoping he wouldn’t. the attention was unwarranted but not entirely . . terrible, “that wouldn’t look so good on your record, right, Uzumaki-san?”

you relish in the surprise that seeps into geto’s pretty features but it’s a short-lived victory when he goes back into a relaxed state, expression neutral — “so you know.”

“know . . what?” your professor pulls away and walks around his desk, finally in close proximity to you like he’s always wished.

“how badly i want you.” he whispers, but doesn’t go past that, rather letting you figure everything out for yourself.

“‘. . fuck her silly, fuck all of those stupid facts out of her head’, right?” you mumble softly, not admitting to even chō that you had watched that livestream over and over enough to memorise the few sentences. geto wraps an arm around your waist to tug you closer, faces so close that you could just shut him up.

“go on.”

“you want me to go dumb on your cock,” professor geto mutters a correct which undeniably sends a thrill to your core.

“you want to hear me to moan your name.” “—want to hear her moan my name.”

a small smile spreads across his face (even if you left out the most important thing) as he finishes his own sentence with you, eyes clouded over with lust and your scent and he’s positive he can smell your soaked panties from here if he tries hard enough.

“that’s right.”

“sooo . .” by god, you fucking hated the man, but seeing someone stroke their cock to just the thought of you — how could you pass off such a good opportunity? “do you prefer professor geto, or suguru?”

geto groans at his first name usage, setting you on his desk and presses himself into you at the sound of papers flying to the floor, stationary falling to the ground. he can only hope no one walks in. he’s fully hard, loving how your legs naturally spread for him.

“whatever you want, baby.” and after, it’s all history with the way geto crashes his lips into yours, letting you pull at his jacket and shirt, practically ripping open the buttons to see his tattoos that you’re begging to see. slowly, he lets you trace them while he kisses down your neck, roughly pulling your sweater off of you. you have the cutest tits, packaged nicely in your bra which he has no trouble taking off. there’s a small sound that escapes his mouth when he unclasps your bra and your breasts come falling out.

“didn’t tell me you had such a nice pair . .” you giggle.

“yeah, like i would straight up tell my professor that.” with a hand, your hand follows the ink of his dragon that wraps around his body and torso, right down to his happy trail, “but i mean, you get the honour of seeing it now.”

with a squeeze to his bulge, you whisper, “maybe i’ll let you fuck them next time.”

geto lets out a little moan, “fucking minx,” before he latches his mouth onto your nipple, kneading the other greedily. a soft moan leaves your mouth as you knead his erection, a culmination of your combined groans in the quiet office. soon he’s giving attention to the other, a hand trailing down into your panties where he rubs your clit to test the waters, and he smiles into your skin at the way your hand falters and your head hangs forward.

“p-professor . .” it’s clear geto can’t wait, because he pushes a finger into you easily with how dripping wet you are, panties showing a dark patch of your juices. “s— so thick—”

“i know, baby, gotta stretch you out,” a soft pop! is heard as he comes off your nipple before he meets your lips in a sloppy kiss. he shoves his tongue into your mouth the moment he pushes a second finger in and he swallows your moans, letting you feel around his body to dig your nails in — it was just too damn much.

“so— suguru, your f-fingers, they’re so—” even with your protests, your hips grind up against his thick fingers that are pumping in and out of you, taking every last piece of fire in you as you succumb completely.

“what, miss (y/n)?” geto memorises the exact way all your previous blazing words are reduced to mere mewls and whimpers, alongside your pleas for more, more, more.

“i need something—” you whine when he pushes all the way inside, stretching your cunt so well as you clench around him like a vice and sucking him in, “i wanna make you feel good—”

you get at least a little resolve in the time it took you to say that, drunkenly unbuckling his belt before pulling his cock out. his tip is positively leaking, fingers curling instinctively in your pussy and your moans mingle together again.

“c’mon, prof, please?” geto tuts, reluctantly removing his fingers from your cunt which he wish he could spend more of his time in, but gives in to you as you switch positions, pushing him against his own desk. from there you’re going to your knees, marvelling at the cock you’ve watched on your very own screen.

“better than you imagined?”

you roll your eyes, “shut up or i’m blue-balling you.”

geto exhales forcefully, cut off when you put your mouth gently over his tip. you suckle on it like a pacifier, swirling your tongue around the mushroom head and looking up at him through your lashes; the sight is heavenly. the hair from his bun had fallen out, framing his pleasure-filled face, and the veins on his arms pop out so much from how harshly he’s grabbing the wood.

“f-fuck, baby . .” his words are lost once you start bobbing your head, encasing his shaft deep in your mouth as you suck and lick and slobber over his thick cock, using your hands to stroke the places you can’t reach. a choked moan weasels itself out of geto when one of your hands deviate to play with his balls, squeezing lightly at the sack while you continue to lick the underside of his length.

“take me like a slut, don’t you?” geto says breathlessly, fingers going through your hair to gather the strands into a makeshift ponytail, cradling your head to guide your mouth, but he soon starts to thrust into your waiting mouth.

“want me to fuck your dirty whore mouth?” your professor asks and you hate how much it turns you on as he brings you off to let you breathe for a moment. you stick out your tongue, big doe eyes just pleading to be used as your hands anchor themselves down to his belt loops.

“y—yes, prof., give me everything you got,” geto hums, seemingly satisfied with your answer as he taps your tongue with his tip, cock so heavy and thick it makes you whine a little before he shoves it in without warning. the moan that rumbles deep in your throat sends vibrations up his body and he starts a pace immediately.

“that’s it, that’s it—” you breathe through your nose as geto face fucks you, two hands covering the back of your head as he thrusts into your throat. your mouth’s just so damn warm and tight it has geto groaning non-stop while your eyes start to well up with tears. he uses you like a cocksleeve, abusing your throat each time his tip meets with it.

“fuuuckk— yes, yes, your throat’s so—” geto tilts his head back when he buries his cock in you, the deepest he’s ever been and your nose meets with his pubes, the smell of his musk and sweat making your eyes roll back in pleasure. suguru is all grunts before moving again, the gagging, gawking noises filling the small space.

“mmhm— mmf!” you moan around his length, trying your best to move your tongue along the underside of his cock. a hand goes down to quell the growing need of your cunt, slipping a finger or two in.

“dirty girl just can’t think straight when she has a— s-shit— cock in her, huh?”

you hum in agreement, eyes fluttering when you feel his tip twitch in your mouth and geto spills right into your throat with a long moan. your lids flutter close, taking as much cum as you can before coming off with a deep breath. strings of his cum and your saliva connect you to his cock, the lewdness of it all showing clearly in how sloppily you sucked your professor off.

“open.” and you show your tongue still full of his cum, taking the opportunity to lean down to let a ball of spit fall from his mouth. it drops painfully slow to your tongue, closing it only when you hear the rasp of swallow, “good girl.”

“think i’ve kept you waiting for too long, need to be in you,” geto brings you up by your upper arms, propping you up nicely onto his desk where you already start to leak into the wood, “do you want me to be in you?”

“only if you promise to stop picking on me, prof.,” you pout. really, a changed girl once you get some cock, huh?

“but you’re too cute not to bother, baby.” your pout deepens and geto feels a tug on his heart. oh, you were too adorable, knowing you’d kill him the next time he mentions this. he hopes they’ll be a next time.

“i mean it, suguru,” you murmur as he uses his tip to play with your juices, smearing it around your cunt. “treat me like a proper person.”

“can i at least treat you like a slut behind closed doors?”

you bit your lip, he’s asking for a next time, and who are you to reject him?

“whatever you want, professor,” you wiggle your hips along his cock, hoping for some friction which he grants to you with no problem, “use me. treat me like your cum dump.”

geto hisses at your tightness and your words as he bottoms out in you. he’s had your pussy once and already cannot get enough of you, moaning each time he moves in and out of your cunt. your walls hug him so snugly, sucking his cock in endlessly.

“baby, baby, baaaby . . your pussy’s so fuckin’— good—” he grunts into your ears, hips starting to thrust slowly into you. he swears he can see you in your tummy, asking you to look down, “look at how deep i am in you, sweetheart.”

you moan at just how big he was as you glance down, but you’re more focused on the way your pussy spreads for him, the cute veins on his length as he moves in you. you’re leaking so much that it’s effortlessly, the way he rams into you.

“sugu— suguru . . mmfuck—” geto groans upon feeling you rub your clit, your own hips bucking needily into his own as your juices start to drip down his balls. this was everything that he hoped would happen; your features morphed into pleasure, you descending into stupidity just from some dick, feeling your pussy, finally.

“hear yourself?” your professor proposes the question and you’re confused for a moment until he slows down and you whine at the sudden change, brought to attention just how soaking you were. the soft shlick, shlick, shlick sounds take your breath away, as with the translucent sheen of your juices coating his cock.

there, your professor resumes his pace, “hear how fuckin’ sloppy this pussy is for me. listen to her,” your senses are all overwhelmed: by how he hits all your sweet spots, the sweat on your back, your fast-beating heart and you let out a mangled whimper, “yesss . . that’s what i like to hear.”

geto smirks at how you can’t even answer, picking up his pace into a regular one. with his cock buried deep in you, you have no choice but to let your body move with his thrusts, jerking each time his balls meet your ass noisily.

“is this what the little lady needed? just some professor cock to get her to not be so damn uptight!”

“y—yessss . .” you’re delirious, “yesyesyes, suguru!” you squeal when he holds your legs up and pushes your legs into your chest, tongue lolling out at the deepness that he was in you.

“fucking slut,” geto mumbled, hips turning sloppy with fatigue taking over, but your cunt was just too good to stop, “where d’you want me to cum, baby?” he knows you’ll answer how he wants you to, especially after watching his livestream—

“i-inside— inside, pleaseplease,” the circles on your clit are messy, now, chasing your high more than ever, but your pussy is grasping onto him like a vice, prompting groans deep from his throat. “want your cum dripping out of me, prof—”

those words alone has geto shooting his load with a strangled grunt, switching to shallow, quick thrusts to pump you full of his cum. it comes out in hot, thick spurts, filling your insides more and more until it spills out the sides and you follow soon after, whole body convulsing from the intense orgasm you can’t stop shaking violently.

“take it— that’s it, attagirl,” he whines out, stroking his length to make sure you’re getting every last drop out of him, “take all my cum . .”

geto is sure he’s getting old by the way he feels lightheaded, having had to hold onto the edge of the table for a minute — but in that 60 seconds you’ve stumbled off the table and laid your chest over it, perking your ass up where your pussy continues to leak hot, white cum.

your professor takes one good look at your ass, hands going up to knead at them and spreads your cheeks. with his tongue, he eats his cum out of you, making your jerk at the sensitivity.

“oops, i’ve cleaned you up of my cum — guess i gotta give you a couple more loads,” geto props a leg up, eating you out, “it’s only right since my brightest student has suffered so much at my hands . .”

tagging @arminsumi @shidouryusm @suguruplsr @crysugu @slttygeto @suget @sonarspace @marimogf @hannzai <3 ok gn

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scekrex · 16 days

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First off, LOVE your writing. Like, I’m literally obsessed 😫😫

But I wanted to request something, basically, just Adam wanting to experiment with Y/n cause he’s a little curious (bi-curious 😉) and just him being really awkward with it, like, HE. HAS. NOT. BEEN. THIS ANXIOUS AND SCARED about doing sexual stuff since his first time with EVE. Like, you’d think it would be easy to give a handjob while frotting but WHOOPS his hands are too. fucking. sweaty and the damn dicks keep slipping away and now he wants to die from the embarrassment. Like it’s THAT serious for him. (And it’s TOTALLY not because he has f-f-feelings for Y/n…. Definitely not…)

I really just like nervous bi-curious guys who need a little comforting in their sexuality. Cause I know that poor boy has internalized homophobia RIDDLED in his bones. (Like, how does he know that Angel is a pornstar in hell, but not know Alastor, one of the most famous overloads in hell?? Bro’s been watching that shit on the down-low)

All in all, he gives Church Pastor’s Closeted Gay Son vibes.

But yeah, I just want this boy to know, it’s ok for him to want to suck a dick and MAYBE kiss the homies goodnight (IDK sounds a little gay/j) 😭🙏

Okay okay okay, so Adam struggling with being bi? Fuck yeah. Like it seriously messes with his fucking head and he doesn't understand it at fucking all.

Is this the life, the one from your dreams?

pairing: Adam x male!reader

warnings: language, handjob

note: not beta read bc fuck you I don't have beta readers

Adam's been acting kinda strange for the past few days - that means even stranger than he had been acting before. And somehow his strange behavior had led to the two of you sitting in your bedroom, dressed in nothing but boxershorts and having the most awkward conversation.

You and Adam had been close friends for a couple thousand years by now, he was your rotten soldier, your homeboy and you knew you meant just as much to him as he meant to you. But while you were okay with being queer, Adam had his problems with it. ‘I can't be gay, I'm fucking Adam, God didn't create me to be gay and suck dick' was one of the excuses he used the most whenever you addressed the topic. But this time it was different.

“So uhm, y'know how you're gay?” Good fucking job Adam, of course you would forget about something like that. You raised an eyebrow at his choice of words and crooked your head a little, “What kind of question is that?” Yeah, that he was asking himself as well, what kind of question was that? His sweaty palm ran through his hair in order to cool himself down, it wasn't helping. Not the slightest bit. He was still nervously sweating and twitching, leaving you confused. “Yeah, stupid thing to ask I- fuck. I was wondering-” how would you ask for something like that anyway? ‘So I know you've said you'd smash me in the past, is that offer still on the table?’ Fuck no. “Yeah, fuckhead, that offer’s still on the table,” was your more than casual response to his question - which he had apparently voiced out loud. The brunette’s head snapped towards you, meeting your eyes for the first time ever since he had entered your apartment today, “What?” He sounded so confused and overwhelmed at the same time, his eyes reflected both excitement and anxiety. He looked so confident yet so insecure.

“Y’know, if ya wanna fuck around to find out, I'm your guy,” oh and how Adam adored yet hated the sound of that - he desperately wanted you to be his guy, though not only in the context of sex but rather as his boyfriend - not that he'd tell you though. So he simply just stared at you because what the fuck had you just said? “So if I like-” You interrupted him by placing your hand firmly on his thigh, he looked at your hand, then sought eye contact. “If ya wanna hook up I'm cool with that.”

But were you? Were you cool with ‘just hooking up’? No. But it was the most you could get, the closest you'd ever be to Adam and if Adam wanted you to be his fuck-buddy, you wouldn't turn it down. If fuck-buddy was all the first man had to offer, you'd gladly swallow it. Adam seemed to have noticed the uncertainty in your eyes, yet he was too scared to ask if you were sure - he knew he should have asked, but he was too afraid you'd change your mind last minute.

Your hand slowly crept closer up to his crotch and the brunette sitting in front of you let you, his curious golden eyes watched your every move carefully and once your hand had finally reached its destination, a quiet moan escaped him. He immediately didn't like the feeling - not the feeling itself, the feeling itself was purely divine. It was rather the feeling of giving up control that he didn't like, he felt lost, vulnerable and exposed. So he grabbed a hold of your wrist and moved it away from his body entirely, that earned him another confused look by you. “I know what I like, don't fucking care if it's done by a fucking chick or a dude. I wanna fucking find out how to-” he wasn't even able to say it, to say that he wanted to learn how to pleasure dudes, how to pleasure you. But you understood him, of course you did. Aside from Lute you knew him best, you were the one who could look right through his tough guy act but you never said a word about it. You saw the tiniest of emotions in his eyes, mostly even emotions Adam himself hadn't noticed.

So you wiggled out of his grip, grabbed his wrist instead and guided it straight to your crotch instead. The feeling of Adam's palm against your most sensitive part was different from what you had imagined it - it was better. His large palm had no issue cupping all of you and you couldn't help but lightly thrust up against his hot skin. The brunette's eyes widened, not in shock but in lust, the way your body reacted to his simple touch was amazing, purely wonderful. The fact that you also managed to hold eye contact while thrusting up against his palm and tiny moans falling from your lips - though he was sure you just did that to tease him - all those things did something to him. “Are ya gonna jerk me off or do I need to do that myself?” Fuck, your words were tempting, so so sweet and tempting, how could he refuse? And seriously, giving you a handjob couldn't be any different than jerking himself off, could it?

Well it very much could. Once your underwear had been snapped away by the first man, his hand was so sweaty that it kept losing its grip, your dick kept slipping out of his hand and while you truly didn't seem to mind it all that much given the fact that it was his first experience, Adam minded. He wanted this to be good, he wanted you to remember how good he was in bed, that his hand was feeling so much better than yours but how could he make you feel that way when he didn't even manage to jerk you off properly? He looked stressed, his body was tense and he was feeling many things but enjoyment wasn't one of them. And of course you had to notice all of this.

“Adam,” your voice sounded so soft, so understanding, like he was a child that had just broken a mug and you were their father, telling them that it is okay and the world wouldn't burn down because of one broken mug. “Relax,” you continued to speak, his eyes snapped up, met yours and you couldn't hold back the sigh that escaped your lips as your eyes met his. Frustration and fear was visible in them and honestly, you understood his position, you had been there too. Of course it had been a while - quite a long while actually, but you had been there too. “I am fucking relaxed,” was his response as he tried to tighten the grip around your erection in order to jerk you off - yet his hand slipped away again. “Fuck- I-” you were quick to interrupt him, one hand came to rest on his knee, “We can stop, we don't-” “Fuck no, I'm not gonna stop.” Well that was certainly good to know, yet he didn't seem quite comfortable with the situation he was in, the exact opposite seemed to be the case - or was he just that nervous? Could it be?

You grabbed a hold of Adam's wrist, then guided his hand up and down by it. “Start slowly,” you hummed as you watched with delight how his hand moved up and down your shaft. While this was far from perfect, it was pretty good, better than using your own hand. The fact that it was Adam who was jerking you off added a lot of pleasure to the picture, it was always easier to get off when the person you fancied is the one doing the work. “I fucking know how to fucking jerk someone off, it’s not like I’ve never fucking done it,” he umbled, sounding slightly annoyed by you treating him like an inexperienced child - and while you certainly knew that, jerking yourself off and jerking your partner (or in this case someone else entirely) off were two completely different things to do. He knew how he liked it, he knew how he had to twist his own hand to cause pleasure to take over his body, he knew how fast and rough he liked it - he knew nothing about that when it came to you. So you let go of his wrist and watched as his hand slipped off your dick once again, frustation was written all over his face - fuck this was so . For that he had bragged about how fucking awesome he was in bed regardless the gender. He had said once or twice that he was certain he could pleasure a dude just as well as a chick, there was no big difference after all - his words, not yours. “Mhm, I can see,” you teased the first man with a soft chuckle, it wasn’t a big deal that he was nervous, you understood, you had been there too - that was a couple thousand years in the past, of course, but you had been there too. “Oh shut the fuck up,” he bit back - or well, at least he had intended to bite back, there was not a single bit of harshness in his voice though, if anything he sounded defeated. “This is not a competition, y’know? I’m not gonna go out of this and compare you to former experiences,” and in God’s mighty name, Adam truly didn’t know what he had done to deserve someone as patient and understanding as you. Because how? How could you stay so calm and collected yet looked so happy and pleased with the situation you were in while the brunette was going through one crisis after another? How was it possible for it to feel so right to have his hand wrapped around your erection and yet he felt so overwhelmed by it? Why couldn’t you simply yell at him for being a fuck-up? That way he could hate himself and you, but this way? This way the only person he could truly hate was himself. Because he wanted to pleasure you, wanted you to feel amazing, to come undone by his touch and voice and presence - simply by him and him alone. He wanted you to enjoy this, he didn’t want you, however, to guide him through this. But he knew that was part of the learning process. He had to learn what you liked and then he had to learn how to fulfill those desires of yours.

“This isn’t about how you have to be perfect,” your voice was filled with softness, Adam was sure at this point it was simply a warm, comforting blanket that you used to wrap around him in order to put his mind at ease. But it was, wasn’t it? Because who were to say you would fool around with him ever again if he wasn’t good? You’d either pleasure yourself or go and seek that somewhere else from someone else and that the first man really didn’t want. No way he wanted someone else to see how glorious you looked, drowning in lust and desire - he wanted to be the only one. His eyes seemed to be reflecting at least some of his wishes because your hand came up to cup his cheek and the second your warm, soothing palm made contact with his face - the gentle kind of contact, of course - he leaned into your touch like it was his second nature. “Lemme guide you, just this one time. Next time you can have all the control ya want.” The brunette’s eyes widened at your words, a promise for another time, “What?” You chuckled, clearly amused by his surprise, “You thought I’d let ya off the hook after I show you how I like my men?” Your men, your men, your men. Those words repeated in Adam’s head over and over again and while the logical part of him knew how you had meant it, the emotional side of him was going wild over your phrasing. Your men, your men, your men. He was your man - well, somehow that wasn’t wrong though, he was the one trying to get you off after all. His brain seemed to malfunction at the sheer thought of it, which caused another chuckle to bubble from your throat, “This won’t be a one-time-thing for as long as you don’t want it to remain a one-time-thing.”

Was that the right thing to say? Was it okay to offer more to him? You knew that one day you’d drown in this, one day the offer you had just made would backfire, would hurt you. It would crush your heart and leave a thousand little pieces, but right now you knew it was the closest you could get and you were willing to pay the price of ending up hurt in the future for as long as the present remained to feel so good, so pure, so fucking amazing. Adam pulled his hand from your dick, drawing a needy moan at the loss of friction from you, a grin stretched across his lips and a cocky, “Patience, babes,” followed quickly. The brunette wiped his hand off on the backsheets, getting rid of most of the sweat that had collected on the inside of his palm, then he went back to word and did as you had told him - he settled for a slower therefore firmer pace, and look at that, it worked. “Fuck,” you muttered underneath your breath as your head lulled backwards, exposing your throat to Adam and the first man wanted nothing more than to dive in and mark you up, he wanted everyone to see that you belonged to him, that he had claimed you as his and only his even though you didn’t know about that yet. But he didn’t. He wasn’t sure if that was a line he was allowed to cross, jerking you off and watching you fall apart by his hand was one thing, leaving marks that would stay for days was another level though. A level he had yet to reach. “Keep that- oh fucking shit, just like that,” you hummed as the first man twisted his hand experimentally and watched as your eyes slipped close. Pleasure was shooting through your veins and you made sure to be as vocal as possible about it to let him know he was doing a great job - directly praising Adam seemed like something that would scare the first man off, so you had to keep it subtle yet not hidden, he clearly needed the affirmation you offered him.

His movements became steadier, more confident and a little quicker as well, he was growing used to the feeling of having his hand wrapped around another dick and he loved to watch your face, he noticed the little details - how your eyes would squeeze shut whenever you were to moan for him, how your head twitched so slightly whenever he twisted his hand the right way. Adam had not known that someone could look this holy, like he had imagined you’d look absolutely heavenly falling apart underneath his touch, but the reality he was experiencing was so much better. Pride filled him as he felt you thrusting up into his touch - that meant he wasn’t completely fucking up which counted as a win in his book so far, yet he wanted to be better for you, he wanted you to remeber him as your best - not just any hook-up, his ego wouldn’t be able to handle that. He wouldn’t be able to handle that. “Talk to me,” you basically begged him with a needy whine and yet another thrust upwards and it took the brunette a moment to process your words and figure out what they were trying to tell him, then it clicked. Dirty talk. That would be the same as it is with chicks, right? “Look at the fucking dirty mess you are, fucking hell,” he breathed the words out as he leaned forwards, his lips were now gently brushing against your ear and he playfully tested the water by nibbling on your earlobe - a surprised yet not unpleasant gasp escaped your body, followed by a throaty groan and a harsh thrust of your hips, “More, please Adam.” And oh fuck, the brunette was sure he’d cream his fucking pants if you were to keep moaning his name like that. It was otherworldly, his name falling from your lips in the way they did, staining it, dirting it, and yet the first man couldn’t care less. His grip tightened a little, earning him a moan filled with pure desire and lust, to Adam it was music. “Keep it u- oh fuck,” the first man didn’t give you enough air to breathe, he had figured out how to move and twist his hand in order to get more of these delicious sounds to fall from your lips, he felt like you were an open book for him to read even though he basically knew nothing about your likes and dislikes yet. However, he planned on changing that in the future. For now, he wanted to make you cum. And his plan seemed to work out pretty well, because it was just a few moments later that you lifted your hips off the bed, your back hit the mattress as you fell backwards, exposing yourself to Adam in all your glory and the first man loved every single bit of it. “Close,” it was only a whisper, barely audible and the brunette had almost missed it - almost. He decided to try and quicken his pace a little, he swept his thumb over your slit, not only to tease you but also to use your pre-cum as lube - just how he had seen it in the demon porn he watched every now and then. The dudes that had fucked Angel Dust had made it all look so easy but now he knew better, it was hard word. But it was hard work he was willing to do if that meant he got to hear your soft cires and lusty moans.

And before his mind could even catch onto what was happening, your back was arching and hot white semen covered his hand and your stomach. You were breathing heavily and in amazement Adam watched as your chest rose and fell. “Fuck,” you muttered, your eyes were still closed as you tried your best to catch your breath, “Not fucking bad for your first time, big guy.” The grin on your lips was cocky, playful and definitely only there to tease Adam - he knew that. “Not fucking bad? I’d say I was pretty fucking amazing,” ah there it was his usual confidence. You had wondered where it had gone, it was good to know it was back. “Yeah, yeah, whatever you say,” you hummed and were about to turn around, yet the brunette stopped you by pinning your shoulders against the mattress, where the sudden return of his confidence came from he didn’t know, his body was on autopilot, he was done holding back. He had held back for too long and his body seemed pretty done with it. He looked down at you, your eyes met his as you opened them slowly. The first man was hovering above you, pinning you down firmly yet it wasn’t uncomfortable. “So?” you cockily asked, raising an eyebrow at the first man above you, “Are ya gonna kiss me now or what?”

#hazbin hotel #hazbin hotel adam #adam x male reader #male reader #adam x y/n #adam x reader #adam x you

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plastikun · 2 years

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Hi there! I saw you were doing nsfw alphabets for Jacob and nick from the quarry at some point and I was wondering if you could add Dylan to the list? I dont know if you do gender neutral for all of them or not but I thought I would ask! If you don’t wanna add him that’s totally ok too! Thank you 😊😊

— STARRY EYES, DYLAN LENIVY

note: gender neutral is my default, however, Dylan is gay in canon! so everything i write for him will be for a male reader, or implied to be! representation is important and i’m not about to erase that about a character for some dumbass fanfic lol

A, AFTERCARE

Dylan is the absolute sweetest but he is so awkward after sex… drag him into the shower with you and give him lots of snuggles + kisses when you’re all clean! He probably won’t let you know verbally because he’s stupid and awkward, but he’ll appreciate it <3

B, BODY PART

He knows it sounds corny, but his favourite part about you are your eyes… he likes how they can tell him what to do with a simple glance, he likes the way they look at him with such a gentle kind of love, he likes the way

C, CUM

He’s not too particular when it comes to that sort of thing, he’ll cum wherever you want him to: on your stomach, your ass, inside you, in your mouth, on your face… you get it

D, DIRTY SECRET

Dylan absolutely loves it when you mark him up, especially where it’s visible… give him some cute bite marks and hickeys on his neck and he’ll show them off proudly like he’s flaunting a precious jewel necklace you’ve given him <3

E, EXPERIENCE

I feel like he was a virgin before he met you, so he’s had no experience other than whatever porn he’s seen… which is obviously not a very good example of real world sex so you’ll definitely have to help him out. Don’t worry though! Dylan is a very quick learner <3

F, FAVOURITE POSITION

He prefers any position where he can see your face! He likes getting those little glances of reassurance when he feels like he’s doing something wrong, or feeling especially awkward. But really, he’s up for any position you’re in the mood for <3

G, GOOFY

Just like every other second of his life, Dylan can absolutely not survive at least 10 minutes without cracking a joke, doesn’t matter if it’s funny or not. He prefers fun, giggly sex to stuff that’s more serious

H, HAIR

I think he’d keep himself groomed but nothing too fancy. That being said, if you want him to do something with himself down there, he’ll obey in an instant!

I, INTIMACY

Dylan is romantic in his own way: he very much likes to make you laugh <3 he enjoys the casual-romantic kind of sex, times where you can enjoy the other persons company just as much as you’re enjoying the sex!

J, JACK OFF

After the two of you met he never really found the need to do so, he prefers the in person experience, the real thing with real touches from you

K, KINKS

As I said before, he’s really into getting marked up and showing the bruises and bite marks off as subtly as he can (then again, the word subtle isn’t really in Dylan’s mental dictionary…) He also likes roleplaying, in a more fun way than serious— he likes making you laugh with his stupid made up situations and awfully awkward acting

L, LOCATION

Dylan definitely feels a lot more comfortable doing the act at his or your house, and is probably the type of person to get you distracted while watching a movie ;) lots of couch sex for you guys! But he’ll definitely be up for a risky hook up somewhere more public if you really want to

M, MOTIVATION

Although he tells both you and himself that it doesn’t do anything for him, being called stupid petnames really gets him going. ESPECIALLY the cringy, tooth-rottingly sweet ones! Call him your pretty boy and he’ll be on his knees for you with a bright red face and a saccharine smile <3

N, NO

If I’m being honest here… Dylan is pretty vanilla other than the fact that he enjoys getting all marked up by you, so he’s not up for any hard kinks (stuff that is/kind of overlaps with the bdsm community… yk?) He wants to be gentle with you and for you to do the same for him :( <3

O, ORAL

He prefers to be on the receiving end of it, as he’s pretty worried he won’t be as good with his mouth as you are with yours… but just give him some encouragement and he’ll give you the best fucking head of your life

P, PACE

Dylan prefers to go slow… but definitely not steady. He likes it when you toy with him: stopping every so often, waiting for him to beg you to keep going through a clenched jaw and a mumble ;)

Q, QUICKIE

As I said before, he isn’t really one for a quickie, unless you ask him really really nice of course!

R, RISK

The same goes for this! While Dylan isn’t a huge fan of taking risks, but as long as it isn’t anything super rough, he’s game for pretty much anything at least once; just make sure to ask nicely!

S, STAMINA

Have you looked at Dylan? Mans is WEAK as FUCK! This fuckin string bean can go for one round and that’s it… if you want someone who can go for longer then you’re going to have to pick someone different lmao

T, TOYS

Doesn’t really own any toys (mostly because he would be way too embarrassed to buy any…) but is 100% open and happy to use them if they’re supplied by you ;)

U, UNFAIR

Dylan definitely enjoys some light teasing! Emphasis on light because I feel like he’s a little bit more on the sensitive side… don’t want that being the reason he cries during sex!

V, VOLUME

The first few times the two of you hooked up was at camp and so, Dylan had to learn to be practically silent! You’ll get a few low whimpers from him but that’s about it

W, WILDCARD

Dylan definitely has a thing for being overstimulated ;) Do with that what you will!!

Y, YEARNING

He doesn’t have a very high sex drive per se, but he’ll also say yes pretty much whenever you ask him if he wants to get down n dirty! (Ew, that phrase is cringe as fuck but I’m jet lagged and cant think of anything else… sorry!)

Z, ZZZ

He won’t sleep until he’s sure you’re all cared for! Although he’s pretty awkward and very much unsure of where to put his body (expect some hover hands…) he adores cuddling with you, preferring to be the big spoon— mostly because he likes to cling on to you <3

#dylan lenivy x reader #dylan lenivy #the quarry smut #the quarry x reader #the quarry

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mcflymemes · 1 year

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ALMOST FAMOUS PROMPTS * assorted dialogue from the 2000 film

never take it seriously.

it's unfair that we can't listen to our music.

i really love your band.

you made friends with them.

everyone says it's so glamorous out here.

we gotta stop them!

famous people are just more interesting.

please don't give him any more acid.

most people are just waiting to talk, but you listen.

these people are not your friends.

you are what it's all about. you're real.

give me your address. i'm coming to you this time.

let's have an adventure together, you and me.

i thought maybe we could hang out. you know. do some stuff back home like... like regular stuff, get to know each other a little bit better.

this is the circus. everybody's trying not to go home.

they make you feel cool.

your looks have become a problem.

do you give a shit about a t-shirt?

simon and garfunkel is poetry.

now listen. get it together.

this is not my idea of a good time.

oh my god. holy shit. fuck!

well, don't stop there!

they say you're dangerous. you see everything.

i love this kitchen. i fucking love this kitchen.

we showed you america. did everything but get you laid.

can we just skip the vibe and go straight to us laughing about this?

we're not groupies.

if i ever met a man in the real world who looked at me the way you just looked at me...

forgive me father for i may sin tonight.

don't you have any regular friends?

i kept thinking i was gonna go home the next day.

you look awful, but it's great. you're living your life.

maybe we just don't see ourselves the way we really are.

keep the small bills on the outside and call me if anyone gets drunk.

look at this. an entire generation of cinderellas and there's no glass slipper.

do you wanna hang with some good people looking to have a good time?

i'm glad we spoke.

you're taking notes with your eyes.

it's okay! i'm easy to forget! just leave me behind!

what, are you like the star of your school?

all the kids make fun of him.

i'm always gonna tell you the truth.

so... this is where the enemy sleeps.

excuse me, but didn't we all get into this to avoid responsibility?

could you please give them a message for me?

i'm still in love with you.

go do your job then.

you're like a family to me.

some people have a hard time explaining rock 'n' roll.

they don't even know what it is to be a fan. you know? to truly love some silly little piece of music, or some band, so much that it hurts.

how do we know you're not a cop, huh?

i sound like a dick!

i can't say anymore with the writer here.

your mom kind of freaked me out.

you don't know what they say to me in private.

is a song better when it really happened to you?

i have to go home.

god, it's gonna get ugly.

is it that hard to make us look cool?

good looking people don't have any spine.

great art is about conflict and pain and guilt and longing and love disguised as sex, and sex disguised as love.

rock 'n' roll is a lifestyle and a way of thinking and it's not about money and popularity.

i'm glad you were home.

what kind of beer?

i'm never as good as when you're there.

this is a house of lies!

from here on out, i'm only interested in what is real.

i know what's going on.

you can trust him. you can say whatever you want.

don't be self-righteous.

some money would be nice.

i waited until you broke up with them.

fuck it. i'm gay!

if you never take it seriously, you never get hurt.

i didn't invent the rainy day. i just own the best umbrella.

how old are you?

i'm gonna kill you!

one of these people is gonna save the world.

do you have to be in love to write a love song?

i've seen the future and this all works out reasonably well.

the truth just sounds different.

so you're the one who's been sending me those articles from your school newspaper.

do you wanna come?

you just held it over us, like you might leave.

there's nothing to worry about.

look, you should be happy for me.

one day, you'll be cool.

your charm doesn't work on me.

your dad was so proud of you.

i'm gonna live in morocco for one year. i need a new crowd.

what do you love about music?

what else are you gonna ban?

you cannot make friends with the rock stars.

i had to live with you, and now i might die with you, and it's not fucking fair.

music, you know... true music... it chooses you.

am i speaking to you clearly?

do we understand each other?

stop fucking looking at me!

i work just as hard or harder than anybody on that stage.

you are rebellious and ungrateful of my love.

you can tell rolling stone magazine that my last words were... i'm on drugs!

do you have any pot?

it's not too late for you to become a person of substance.

if something should happen... maybe i never said this enough, i love all of you.

you want to rebel against knowledge.

do you have to be depressed to write a sad song?

i've made a decision.

i can't live here. i hate you!

don't be a drama queen.

call me if you need a rescue. we live in the same city.

does anybody remember laughter?

you're too sweet for rock 'n' roll.

sometimes i think i live in a different world.

i am dark and mysterious and pissed off!

write what you want.

you've been kissing!

don't take drugs!

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fairiepunk · 2 years

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Welcome to my blog!

Howdy! My name is Fable, and this is my main blog where I follow/like from, and post stuff that doesn’t fit on my side blog.

Some stuff about me:

Age: 22

Pronouns: They/He/She

Gender: I am a genderfuck/fagdyke. I contain multitudes. I’m a trans masc Butch. I also experience fluidity with my gender.

Sexuality: super fucking queer. I’m a wlw for women and an mlm for guys and a nblnb for non-binary folks and everything in between. It’s always gay!

Hobbies: writing, drawing, crocheting, going to shows

Sociopolitical views: Socialist. Feminist. Radically accepting of others. Anti-ageism. Stop arresting houseless people. 1312. Disability Justice. Protect trans youth. Black Lives Matter. Sex Work is Real Work.

Religion/Spirituality: ???? (It’s looking pretty Hellenic, though.)

Funky Brain/Body Stuff: AuDHD, Borderline Personality Disorder, Dyscalculia, Panic Disorder, Recovering from an ED. Also, I experience chronic musculoskeletal pain and chronic fatigue.

If you wanna know anything else, my ask box is open! My DMs are also open for new friends! Just a heads up, I may reblog N/s/f/w stuff from time to time.

[TERFs and Anti-Mogai and Minors DNI]

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scaramoucheirl · 2 years

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once again forced to cope w seeing bad takes on this website…. very long bitching about smth in nrt fandom under cut

LOL i feel like a kid posting a vague on here but it’s not a big deal i think. maybe i’ll delete it later…

but i’m just pissed off at some stupid ass post i saw from a blog which already annoyed me. like. people who dislike hsmd/sns for narrative reasons (the way the stupidass will of fire vs. curse of hatred shit played out), they’re fine, i don’t agree obviously but i respect it.

However. this person, the more they talk the more it just sounds like homophobic bullshit hidden behind that.

like… saying how these shippers oftentimes just seem like they have a “””yaoi””” (man it’s 2022) fetish and how they Don’t Understand Friendship ??? the let men be friends bullshit….. i guess the thing about how adults shipping 16 y/os can be weird, yah alright but. there’s nothing…. wrong with it, so long as they’re not sexualizing them. it’s not like they’re 10. and hell, many of these people are quite young adults and/or started shipping them when they were the same age or younger as nrt and ssk.

i think some of the stuff that pisses me off the most is the going on about how characters like mdr are too… “overflowing with testosterone to be babygirlified” ???? seriously? overflowing with testosterone? and that other post about “masculine mdr supremacy” and wanting to “support hyper masculinity” are we fucking serious with this one?

that to ship hsmd is to throw out everything mdr is as a character and replace him with “AN ABOMINATION OF FEMININITY”????? how are you going to talk about misogyny and then say this in the same post. btw.

and at the end saying how there’s “no point in reading too deep into interactions between two men just to have a yaoi ship”. So you think there’s no point in shipping two men…? or is it just when people don’t pull it out of nowhere and look upon canon interactions?

Yknow maybe people are calling this kind of shit homophobic because… it is?

Let me be clear for the record and say that I know damn well there are still people, even on tumblr specifically, who are super fetishy about gay men and make everything very stereotypical stupidass uke seme yaoi woobified waif hyperfeminized bottoms etc. I Know. And I hate that shit, if you’re friends with me you would hear me complain about these kinds of people.

but they’re still not the majority. not by a long shot. to act as if the entire fandom for a ship is only full of stereotypical fetish content which destroys characters when there’s a lot of really well-done, thoughtful content, is just gross. and hell, it doesn’t have to be wholesome anyways, there’s nothing wrong with just straight up down n dirty gay sex.

the obsession with masculinity vs femininity and acting as if 1. being part of a gay ship somehow strips away masculinity and character both, inherently and 2. there’s something… wrong? with a man being feminine? it all just reeks of very weird thoughts about gay ppl and gender essentialism to me. idk.

not liking hsmd (or sns but i was focusing less on that in this post) is fine. not wanting to see your favorite character be woobified is fine, i agree strongly even. but this is ridiculous, and honestly, i find some of the implications disgusting. as a fuckin faggot and a shipper myself lmao.

one final thing, bcs lord i needn’t be here all day this is already a super long post. but i wanna add that despite anything i said here i don’t have anything against the OP of that post as a person— i don’t like their opinions, and i do find what they said to be weird and homophobic, but i’m not calling them specifically a homophobe, as i don’t know them, and things can be deeper than that. i’m hoping this post won’t be seen far outside my circle/followers, and i did already block the OP before writing this. i’m gonna be turning off reblogs on it just in case.

#sinposts #naruto #cvents #f slur #feel free to chat with me about this but preferably in DMs

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imdoingsortagay · 2 years

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Love Thy Neighbor

Characters: Natasha Romanoff x Reader, Natasha Romanoff x Fem!reader

Summary: what happens when an order of yours that you ordered online gets delivered to your neighbor who you don't know

Word count: 4.2k

Warnings: Mommy kink, cum filled strap, praise, oral( f receiving),Fingering( r receiving). Being a complete slut for Natasha i guess.

A/N: @onmykneesforwanda posted the idea and I asked if I could write it cause I’m gay for Nat and boom wrote a lot. The most horniest thing i've ever worked on that will sent me to hell right away for sure <3

This content is 18+ so MINORS DO NOT INTERACT WITH THIS POST OF YOU WILL BE BLOCKED.

Reblogs, likes, and comments are appreciated, happy reading besties!!!

If you had to name your favorite things in the world, it would be online ordering, sleep, and dessert in that order.

There is a reason why you have online shopping as your number one favorite thing. Just being able to order items online and pay for them without having to physically need to be at the store or talk to people. Plus being able to order them, then waiting for the package to arrive. It's like a reward for you.

So when you get home after work, you check your phone to look at when your package was supposed to be delivered. Not wanting to go out to a sex shop and embarrass yourself, you chose the route of going online to order something for when you can have woman over.

A strap, but not a regular strap, a cum filled strap. Hoping to use it with one of your sneaky links when the time is right. Even if you don’t have too much experience with it as you hope that you can use it when you have the confidence to.

You start to stress at the moment, hoping that the delivery person didn’t deliver it to any of your neighbors in the apartment complex, fearing you’d die of embarrassment if they saw what you got online. Especially if your order got to one of your neighbors in particular.

Natasha Romanoff. You both only hung out once but just that encounter left an impact on the redhead and yourself.

She thought you were an innocent little thing, always doing the right thing, being nice to everyone, and so on. In your eyes, you were like a walking rainbow compared to her.

When you had first moved into your apartment, you met Natasha who was happy to help you move in

‘ You know that you don’t have to help me move, I’m fine just doing it on my own’ you say as she holds a couple of boxes like they're nothing. Mesmerized by her muscles and trying hard not to think anything naughty.

‘ and what if I wanna help a pretty little thing like you, and keep you company’ she says to you as she sets the boxes in the living room.

‘ oh’ is all that comes out of your mouth, certain you look like a blushing mess in front of her while she looks so calm.

‘ it’s like what that one saying says, love thy neighbor’ Natasha says as you both continue to move all your stuff.

She was very serious, an intimidating person by your standards but for some reason is very nice to you exclusively. She’ll tell Steve to fuck off if he needs helps with his tv but will happily lend you whatever ingredient for a dish you're making.

It’s hard not to freak out about the possibility of your delivered item accidentally being left at her place, seeing as it’s happened a couple of times that you had to leave detailed directions so it wouldn’t happen again.

Let’s hope another neighbor got it or that she didn’t open the package herself to save you

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Natasha didn’t mean to open your package when it came to her place, she was gonna head to your to return it but the box seemed beat up and she just wanted to ensure the item you ordered wasn’t damaged. And as she was opening it, she saw what you ordered.

It was a strap-on, which shouldn’t shock her too much is that she owns a couple herself but she takes a second to see it one with a cum reservoir. She’s surprised that you out of all people would buy something as dirty as this.

Innocent little y/n, the sweetest person in the apartment complex next to Wanda, uses her money to buy something as dirty and perverted as a strap-on with a cum reservoir. You look like someone who’s too cute to even know what is it.

“I wonder why someone as cute and innocent as her would want something as slutty and dirty as this,” she says to herself, taking her time to examine the top in front of her. Looks to be about 8 inches, a little on the easy side to her taste but she’s not the one who bought it so who is she to judge.

Natasha doesn’t know what to do next with this. She has 2 choices she can follow, just head to your place to hand you the box with your item then go on with her day, or have some fun with this. Seeing how flustered Natasha can get you to be or how much of a whore she can turn you into.

It would be fun for her though, being able to help someone as innocent as you with all the dirty thoughts going around in that brain of yours. She decides that she would choose the second option of the 2, going to her room to hide the strap in her pants, having to adjust it a bit so it fits her well. She enjoys the way that it looks on her and gets excited, not being this excited about fucking some girl in a while.

As Natasha patiently waits for you to come over for your package, you change from your work clothes to some comfy clothes before making your way to your neighbor's apartment in hopes that it didn’t get delivered to her or that she didn’t open the package for any reason whatsoever.

Yes, might not know your neighbor that much apart from the many times you’ve asked her for ingredients for food and the time she helped you move in, you are certain that she wouldn’t open it. Before leaving her apartment, you look yourself in the mirror, give yourself a little pep talk and get out to make your way to her place. Sure she is right next door but better to be more calm than nervous.

you ring the doorbell and patiently wait for the redhead to open the door for you which doesn’t take too long and you notice the smile on her face. What you do fail to notice is the bulge that can very much be seen through the grey sweatpants she’s wearing.

“ hi y/n, come in, “ she says in a sweet tone as you walk past her to come into the apartment, just giving her a little wave. So far you don’t see a box anywhere and nothing seems out of the ordinary here.

That is a good sign.

“ Hi y/n, did you need anything from me, you look a little stressed right now” Natasha say as she sits on her couch, but the way that she’s sitting you notice something bundling in the grey sweatpants that she’s wearing and you start to blush at the realization.

Natasha is wearing the strap that you ordered, which should make you embarrassed beyond belief but it doesn’t. Out of all of the things that could have happened to you today, there was no way you could have called this outcome from a mile away.

“ I had ordered something online and it showed that it was delivered but it wasn't at my place so I was wondering if you’ve seen it, “ you say as calmly as you can without making the woman in front of you question your behavior.

“ oh I have found it,” she says and opens her legs to give you a view of the toy that is tucked in her sweatpants. Natasha looks amazing and all you wanna do is jump at her but waiting it out seems like the safer option here.

“ Where is it nat?”

“ it’s kind of obvious where I have the package baby,” she says her right hand going to grab the tow tucked in her pants. The way she’s sitting on the couch, the dirty look she’s giving you, and the way she casually has her hand on the fake toy are starting to make you wet. By the time she gives you it back, you just know that you might need to rub one out.

“ Are you wearing it Nat?” you ask quietly to her and she smiles at you, feeling happy that you finally figured out where your package was.

Natasha points at her lap, signaling you to make your way from where you are to sit on her lap and the feeling of it makes you certain your panties are soaked at this point. You make your way to Nat and sit on her lap, the woman puts her hands on your waist right away, feeling some way about the way she’s holding you.

“ You wanna know something y/n?” she asks and you nod sheepishly. Too afraid of saying something to make yourself look dumb but yet here you are in her apartment, sitting on her lap while she’s wearing the strap you bought online.

“ I thought you were very innocent and cute you know that right? I didn’t know someone who seems like they wouldn't think any sort of dirty thoughts would buy something as dirty as a strap, especially one that’s able to have cum inside someone” she says, her right hand coming off of your waist to go up to your face and caresses your face. You start to whimper softly at the attention she’s giving you at this moment, not caring whether or not you look desperate in front of her.

“ Look at you baby, acting like such a whore for mommy right now,” she says and you whimper even louder at the way she's talking to you, along with the title she gives herself. “ little innocent y/n who seems to be a good girl but surprise! Here you are acting like a desperate slut for me at the little amount of touch I’m giving you”.

Nat decides to take things into her own hands as you seem to be empty-headed when it comes to the attention she’s giving you now. She lifts you from her lap so she can put you on the couch and so she can have you on top of her.

Natasha starts to grind against you, going slowly as to tease you and see you squirm. She wants to make you desperate and wet for her so you can beg her to fuck you dumb.

All of this is making you feel so so good right now. The way that the strap in her pants is making your panties so soaked, how delicious it feels going against your pussy combined with all of the dirty talk coming from Nat’s mouth. She hasn’t even fucked your pussy wet and you are already a slutty mess for her.

And you don’t care.

“ It looks like you need someone to control all those dirty thoughts huh baby?”.

She gets no response from you, too busy enjoying the way she’s grinding on you and all of the stuff happening right now. Natasha stops grinding for a minute and the moment that she stops you give her a face that was mixed with disappointment and annoyance that Natasha dared to even stop.

“ Natasha why’d you stop?” you whine” I was feeling so good”.

She couldn’t believe the way you sound, all whiney and out of breath even with the amount of foreplay that’s been happening. Natasha thinks about what her next move is and she grabs your chin to make so that you keep eye contact with her.

‘ God she’s gonna fucking ruin me for anyone else after this’ you start to think to yourself at the dominance she’s showing you.

“ When I ask a question baby, you answer the question for mommy you got it?” she tells you in a strict tone.

“ Yes Mommy,” you tell her so she’s able to hear you and she gives you a smile that makes you feel nice.

“ How about you take all of your clothes off for mommy so she can fuck you?”. You nod in response to her question and she moves so you can take off all of your clothes in a sexy way but fail badly, being too eager to have Nat fuck you with the new strap. She starts a laugh a bit at your failed attempt at being sexy but gets quiet as she sees how wet your pussy was.

“ Come sit on the couch y/n, want to eat you out before I fuck you,” she says and you sit on her couch with your legs spread wide, giving the woman a clear view of your soaked pussy. Doing your best not to move at all as she eying you with admiration.

“ God you look so fucking pretty for me y/n all nice and pretty with your pussy on full display,” she says and starts to kiss your thigh and slowly make her way towards your pussy.

There isn’t any reason for her to keep teasing you since she can see that you are wet beyond belief. Natasha just seems to like to see you squirm under her touch at any sort of touch given to you. While all you want is to feel her tongue on your pussy.

“ Mommy I’m so wet, please lick my cunt “ you say out of breath not being able to take all of her teasing, which doesn’t sit right with her and she gives your cunt 2 slaps that make you yelp.

“ last time I remembered, good girls ask their mommies to eat them out politely, not act like a dirty slut cause she’s too impatient to wait, “ she says and she slowly runs two of her fingers through your folds, thus giving you some relief to your wet pussy.

Natasha waits patiently for you to ask her to eat you out, giving you the chance to ask.” Mommy can you eat me out please,” you say as you look up at the redhead who leans in to give you a quick kiss on the lips before quickly moving her way down your body, just as eager as you are but being better to hide it.

Natasha gives you a look before starting to slowly lick at your pussy, watching patiently at the way you are reacting to this, putting your hands on the couch as to now reach over to her head and grab on her hair. She’s taking all the time in the world to savor the taste of your pussy, eating it like it’s her last meal as you moan loudly above her.

Natasha always gave you the impression of someone who always had sex but the fact that she’s making you feel amazing is surprising to you, mostly since you don’t have much experience with sex. Her tongue feels like heaven on your pussy, the obscene sounds she’s making as she tries to make you cum on her tongue. Adding to that is the way that Nat is moaning loudly while she eats you out but it’s very much muffled.

She hasn’t even used the strap to fuck your pussy yet but she’s already ruined you for the next person who even wants to fuck you. You doubt you’ll even want to fuck anyone else after this if this is how Natasha is during sex.

“ You look and sound so pretty for me baby, can’t wait to use that strap on your pussy and ruin you for anyone else,” she says and slowly inserts 1 finger inside of you, which elicits a loud whine from you, your wall clenching right away as her one finger starts to move in and out of your soaking pussy.

“ Once you get used to my once finger inside I’m gonna insert another one so you get used to my strap,” she says while you nod to let her know you’re listening. A couple of minutes later she removes the first finger and slowly inserts a second one, making sure not to go fast as she sees you wince a bit at the second finger. She sees you wince at the pain and she starts to move up your body again from your previous position and whispers praise to you. Helping you through the pain and calling you all sorts of pet names.

‘ fuck she’s hot’ you think to yourself.

“ Look at my pretty girl, taking my 2 fingers like the good girl she is, mommy is so proud of you,” Natasha whispers in your ear as you start to moan and nod at her praise too. Her two fingers going at a fast pace, the way she’s praising you for being good, combined with the noises your pussy is making are making you get closer to your orgasm. Natasha can see that you are about to cum but doesn’t say anything to you, gives you a quick kiss on the lips again as she makes her way down to your pussy and starts to suck on your clit. This causes you to let out the most pornographic moans the woman below you has ever heard and starts to hurry her efforts so she can see you cum.

“ Is my pretty girl gonna cum for mommy now?”

A loud moan comes out of your mouth as you attempt to respond to her question but she takes that as a yes and starts to rub your clit faster. “ Come on and cum on my fingers baby, be a good girl and cum for mommy like the slut you are,” she says to you and it doesn’t take too long for Natasha to feel you cum and you release onto her fingers which she gladly scoops into her fingers and licks it off. She makes sure to give you a big show by showing you and you start to wonder how the fuck a woman is as hot as her.

“ How the fuck am I fucking someone as hot as you,” you say quietly to yourself but Natasha gives you a surprising look at the comment you made just now.

“ Because my dear y/n, I think you're pretty hot too”

“ Nope, you are much prettier than me by a long shot”

“ Look at me y/n,” she says as she puts her hands on your face so you can look at your eyes. “ I think you are hot and am happy to have sex with you”. At this moment, you don’t know whether to giggle out of pure happiness or cry at the fact that Natasha thinks you out of all people she’s probably met are hot.

She’s been with many people for sure, more people than you have but she’s had the most fun with you out of all of them.

“ You ready for my cock baby ? ” she says to you and you not as she quickie gets rid of all of her clothes in front of you, taking in the way her body looks, looking like a goddess in front of you and you just look at her like if she’s a piece of art.

Once she’s all complete, only left with the strap you ordered on, you move from your spot on the couch and make your way to kneel in front of her, wanting to give her a show as she did for you earlier after you came.

“ What are you doing on the floor baby?” she asks you in a questioning tone, wondering why you are even on the floor.

“ can I suck your cock mommy?” you say looking up at her with innocent eyes while on the floor, asking her to do something so dirty in such an innocent tone.

“ So good baby for ask mommy, get that mouth on my cock before I fuck you hard,” she says to you.

You slowly take the fake cock in your mouth, Natasha fighting the urge not to gag you with the strap. She’s so turned on at seeing you like this, naked, on your knees for her and sucking her off so good as you get the strap ready for her.

“ Such a whore, you act like such a good and innocent girl that is secretly just a whore for her mommy Right? Didn’t think you would end up in my apartment sucking me off like a slut right baby?” she says as she takes in the view.

Natasha starts to slowly thrust the cock into your mouth, not seeing any protest to what she is doing, she grabs your hair and uses it to thrust it deeper into your mouth. Wanting to make it wet for your pussy but both of you know very well that it won’t be needed after the way the redhead had made you cum for her.

“ Mommy loves the way you’re gagging on her cock, can’t even say anything about it, I might have to keep this cock in my place after this,” she says to you while you start gagging on the fake cock, trying to breath from your nose as to not go too hard on yourself.

“ Think that’s enough of that baby, go back on the couch so I can use this on that pussy okay,” she says as she helps you get off of your knees. Going at quickly as you can to your original spot and you spread for legs for her.

She takes a moment to look at you, admiring how good you look just ready for her to fuck you with the strap you ordered. Not caring that it’s something you bought but you won’t be using yourself anytime soon if you're gonna continue whatever you both are doing.

“ ready for me to fuck you baby?” she says and you nod as she slowly inserts the cock in your pussy slowly, letting you get used to the stretch a bit and seeing you wince a bit.

“ You are doing so well for mommy, just tell me when you're ready,” she says to you, kissing you on the forehead so you calm down a bit. It wasn’t that big compared to when you saw it online but having it inside you is a whole other ball game for you. She luckily gives you time to adjust to the fake cock on your own and once you are ready, you signal to the redhead on top of you that you are ready.

Once Natasha has your permission to move, she starts to slowly move in and out of your pussy, admiring the way you look all pretty for her.

“ Mommy please, go faster”

“ You want me to go rough on you baby? I thought you’d want to take your time,” she says but you whine in frustration, just wanting her to be rough with you at this point.

She sees the look of frustration on your face and begins to go a bit rougher on you, enjoying how your face goes from frustrated to pleasure that she finally began to go from slow pace to a fast one.

It’s heaven on earth for you the way the cock goes in and out of you, Natasha starting to mark your neck and whispering dirty things into your ear.

“ my good little cumdump, just a toy for her mommy huh,” she whispers into your ear as if there are people nearby who could hear her.

You’ve never felt this dirty in your life the way that she’s fucking you silly, how she’s giving you all this attention, and the way she’s calling you all these names.

“ Who knew that innocent little y/n is such a desperate bitch, just waiting for me to fuck her like the stupid little slut she is,” she says and you moan loudly.

“ You're just a stupid little slut who needs to be fucked dumb by her mommy right?” and you nod back because you know she’s right.

She’s gonna make you her whore after this and you aren’t mad about it once bit.

“ my slut ready to cum now, ready for me to cum in that pussy baby?” she says to you and you nod as you know very much that you are very close right now.

“ Beg mommy to cum inside that dirty pussy of yours then,” she says as you let out a whine to her order she gives you.

“ Mommy cum inside my pussy please, I want you to make me into a cumdump, a slut, please I just wanna come so bad,” you beg her and Natasha smiles as she starts to rub your clit to help you cum faster.

“ Mommy I’m -” you say and you feel your orgasm hit you hard, giving the signal to the redhead to cum in you while she helps you get through your high.

Once you calm your breath a bit, she slowly removes the strap from your pussy so you can relax a bit.

“ You did so good for me y/n,” she says to you and you smile back at her, feeling happy that you were able to give her a good time.

She leaves a moment to come back with a bottle of water and some snacks for you to eat and you take the water bottle quickly to quench your thirst.

“ hey, nat?”

“ Yes baby”

“I just realized you never got to cum”

“ Oh, “ she says. She’s probably wet under the strap and the look on your face knows that you very much are ready for round 2.

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Tags: @captains-simp

#natasha romanoff #Natasha Romanoff x reader #natasha romanoff x fem!reader #wlw smut #marvel #reader insert #Top!Natasha Romanoff x Bottom!reader #lizs writing

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dangerousstrawberryshark · 3 years

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Private Show

A/n: Hello, my 🍓Little Strawberries🍓! I hope y'all like this fic! Procrastination is a horrible thing. I felt so dirty writing this, even though I do this almost every single time.

Pairing: Chris Evans x Camboy Male reader

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Bottom male reader, Top Chris Evans, daddy kink, degradation, dirty talk, thigh fucking, and jealous Chris?

Word Count: 3195

Summary: Chris Evans wants you to give him a private show. Just you and him over a webcam. But maybe he’ll get to meet you in person.

I hope you’ll enjoy it! Sorry if it’s bad! And for any errors that are found.

If you like this and wanna read more, you can go to my masterlist.

KEYS:

M/N: Male name

L/n: Last name

C/U/N: Chris Username (Y’all get to decide what name he gets. Couldn’t come up with anything)

F/S/D: Favorite Starbucks Drink (You never had Starbucks, then just pick a random drink)

E/c: Eye color

H/c: hair color

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DISCLAIMER: I MEAN NO OFFENSE OR DISRESPECT TO ANY OF THESE CELEBRITIES. THIS IS JUST FICTION.

I may have changed the request a little bit… (actually, I think I changed everything.)

ALSO, YOU ARE AGE 25 YEARS OLD IN THIS! Okay, that’s it, you may proceed to the fic.

MINORS DNI. FEMALE READERS… I’ll ALLOW YOU TO READ MY FICS BUT DO NOT FETISHIZED ANY OF MY STORIES

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*Sigh*

Chris sighed as he was sitting there naked and with his cock in his hands. He rubbed his head in frustration, throwing his head back. ‘Same old stuff.’ He thought. He hasn’t jerked off in months, and so he was extra horny.

He was scrolling through several different porn videos on Pornhub but nothing interested him. ‘What about something new?’ He thought, moving his cursor to open a new tab.

His fingers were typing away to look up a specific type of porn. Once done, it read, “Gay Pornhub”, he pressed enter. The page loaded to show many types of porn videos, Chris had never seen before.

‘What about this one?’ Chris thought, clicking on the video and waiting for it to load. The title was, “Step-daddy and Step-son ‘Hanging’ out” video was done loading.

The video started with a young male with a lean but somewhat muscular body, lying on his stomach reading something on his phone.

He was only wearing underwear that hugged his ass amazingly.

The camera zoomed in on the boy's plumped ass. Moving up slowly. Chris has to admit, the boy was sexy as hell. Then an older man came in. He looked to be 30 or something. He was the definition of daddy and alpha.

He was shirtless, showing off his hairy chest and muscular body. "Since your mother is out, how about we hang out?" The guy said in the video.

The other male nodded. The next scene was them both hanging out, watching TV. The camera then zoomed in on the step-dad crotch. He had a noticeable bulge.

"I can help you with that daddy. I know mom doesn't let you touch her or have sex with her, but you can touch me." The young man said, rubbing the other guy's bulge.

He spoke in a seductive tone that turned Chris on. His meaty cock got rock hard from the boy seducing the hot daddy.

"Fuck, m/n! Do you want to be a good boy for daddy? How about you wrap that little mouth around my cock?" The daddy growled into the m/n's ears.

'So that's his name?' Chris thought, rubbing his cock to the two males now making out.

It then escalated to m/n removing the man's boxers and giving him the best blowjob of his life.

"That's right m/n~ wrap those pretty lips around my big cock… oh fuck… you suck cock better than your mother. A good little slut for me." The older male said, running his fingers through your soft hair.

Chris's cock was leaking already, cock head becoming red. "So fucking hot! Better than regular porn." He said, throwing his head back in pleasure.

The camera view turned into 1st point of view, with the older male looking down at the other one giving the blowjob.

Chris's mind began to change. Instead of thinking about females' lips wrapped around his cock, it was filled with the thought of your lips wrapped around his cock.

'Want those beautiful lips around my cock.' Chris thought, jerking off faster to the thought.

Then he heard moaning. "A-ah~ daddy! Mmm… wreck my… b-boy pussy!" You moaned as the other male thrust into him.

"Yeah, I'll fuck this little boy pussy. Such a slut, seducing your step-dad into cheating on his wife with her son? But this is worth it." The other male groaned as he felt you tighten around him.

'Yeah, like that baby. Tighten that sweet boy pussy around my cock. Milk me off my cum.' Chris moaned, wishing he was the one fucking your plumped ass. Rubbing his nipples for more stimulation.

"Mmm, daddy, please! Keep fucking me!" You moaned as the daddy picked up the pace.

'Don't worry baby. Daddy will fuck you faster.' Chris was lost in his thoughts of fucking you.

He began to thrust his cock into his hands, thinking it was your tight hole. It's was only his first gay porn video, and he was already hooked.

Much hotter than straight porn. Most specifically, he was hooked on you. "F-fuck… I'm gonna cum~"

'Cum for me baby. Gonna fill these buns with my cream!' Chris groaned, jerking off faster, nearing his end.

"CUMMING!" you moaned, your cock releasing its load. The daddy in the video burst inside you.

Chris felt cum burst out of his cock and all over his muscular chest. 'That was the best orgasm I ever had.'

Chris never shoots that big of a load before. This was his first. 'So fucking hot.' Though Chris was kind of jealous of the man in the video.

(Mostly because he got to fuck you and cum inside.)

Chris found his new favorite porn to jack off to. And a new favorite pornstar.

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Over the next few days, Chris was hooked. Curiosity got to him again.

He wanted to know if there were more videos with you. Your name was mentioned in the video, so he just looked you up. And there you were. A verified account, millions of views, a lot of followers.

Chris binge-watched all your videos, cumming several times. He at least came 4 times, draining his big cum-filled of its essences after months.

He got premium just to watch your other videos. It was safe to say, he was kind of obsessed with you.

he was kind of jealous of the guys that got to have sex with you. He loved the way you moan, your beautiful face, and your plumped ass. The way it jiggles whenever the other guy would thrust into you.

Even though it all started days ago. He wanted to feel your hole clench around him, your fat ass jiggling whenever he thrust his pelvis into you. When Chris found out about your only onlyfans, he immediately made an account.

And since then became your biggest donator. He would donate hundreds of thousands of dollars. You took notice of this.

XxxXxxX (I don’t think I did this part correctly?)

Chris was sitting there, cock in hand, as he watched you over a webcam. He gave his cock a few strokes. It was rock-hard and leaking pre-cum from the tip.

You were shoving a large 10-inch dildo inside your plump tight hole. Chris was turned on by your hole just swallowing the whole thing. Of course, he had dirty thoughts about having sex with you. He could imagine the way your hole would swallow his cock.

He was also reading the comments. And of course, they were filled with horny people. Mostly men. Some were:

“You make me so horny!” “Shove that dildo inside that tight boy-pussy!”

“I wanna fuck you.” this made Chris a little jelly

“Boy-pussy is probably still tight.”

Your moans were music to his ears. "You wish this dildo was you, daddies? You want to fuck my boy-pussy?" You moaned, throwing your head back in ecstasy.

'Fuck, yes baby boy. I want to fuck that little hole. Have you riding daddy’s 12-inch cock.' Chris groans, stroking his cock faster. He was close and you were close too.

“You wanna cum inside me? Want me to milk your cock of all its cum?” you said, thrusting the dildo faster while dirty talking to your audience. It hit your prostate deep inside.

Chris stroked his cock harder at the thought. ‘Fuck yeah… Wanna cum inside that ass.’ he could feel his cock twitch, pre-cum gushing out from the tip. “F-fuck, daddy! I’m close.”

'Cum for daddy baby boy. Cum all over you that chest of yours. Be a good slut for me!'

"I'M CUMMING!" You moaned. 'Me too!' Chris groaned, his meaty cock shooting its load. His cum covered his chest and hand.

At that time, you came as well. Your cock twitched a little. "I wish this dildo was your cock and you were filling me up." You said before ending it.

'Me too baby boy. Wish I was there.’

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Chris was at a local Starbucks in Boston. Ordering some tea, but then he noticed a familiar face among the crowd of people. ‘He lives in this area?!’ Chris thought, watching you in the distance drinking your F/S/D. You were sitting alone.

He noticed that you were typing away on a laptop. Then he began to take in your features, your soft plumped lips wrapped around the straw, sucking up the liquid, beautiful e/c focused on the laptop, and soft, puffy h/c.

You could feel someone watching, but when you looked, no one was looking at you. Chris turned away before you spotted him. He probably looked creepy to everyone else. ‘Stupid, stupid!’ face-palming himself.

‘Should I go talk to him? Wait, how old is he even? He looks young.’ Chris thought, debating whether to go or not. In the end, he decided to shoot his shot. (Not in a sexual way. Not yet.)

Chris made his way towards you and asked, “Is this seat taken?” you looked up at the person and noticed a tall muscular white man (IDK if I can say that.) He looked pretty handsome. ‘Daddy material. Maybe I can get into his pants- Goddamn thought.’

You shake your head no. He smiled at you before sitting down and sipping his cup of tea. “So, I think I should start with introductions. My name is Chris. Chris Evans.”

You cracked your neck and knuckles. “You play Captain America? Well, my name is M/n. M/n L/n.” you said, taking a few more sips from your F/s/d.

You both talked about random things. Chris found out you were 25 years old and more things about you. And most importantly, a pornstar. Chris was curious about how you got into the porn industry.

“So, how did you get into this sort of stuff?” Chris questioned, sipping his tea while making eye contact with you. You took time to comprehend what he said.

“Oh, um… you see, I started it because I needed the money to support myself and to pay for college. I attend MIT.” you said, looking down in embarrassment. Chris decided to shoot his shot.

(You both left the Starbucks and are walking through the streets of Boston)

“I could be your Sugar Daddy. Who do you think gives you all that money?” Chris said, smirking at you. Your jaw dropped at this new information.

“Wait, your C/U/N? I-” you were lost for words. Chris looked around to make sure no one was looking and there wasn’t anyone. Then he pinned you against the wall.

“What do you say… baby boy?” Chris said, lifting your chin and whispering the last part into your ear. You smirked at him. “Mmm, maybe... I should reward you for being my top contributor.”

“Let’s take this to my place.” Chris offered.

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Chris was sitting on his bed waiting for you to come out. He felt the cold air on his naked muscular chest. His cock aching inside his boxers, which gave a noticeable bulge.

Then he heard the bathroom door open. His breath was caught in his throat. You were probably the sexiest guy he has ever seen. He could see your lean but muscular build. You walked towards and straddled his lap. His cock was pressed against your cheeks.

“I would like to thank you for your support. I’ll give you a private show,” you said seductively into his ear. You traced your tongue against his neck. Chris snapped at that point.

Suddenly, you felt two strong hands grab your hips and his scruffy beard buried in your neck. You moaned as Chris nipped at your neck, leaving hickeys. “You taste so delicious. I always dreamed of this.” Chris admitted while rubbing his bulge against your ass.

You moaned as Chris massaged and groped your ass. “Why don’t you be a good little slut and suck daddy’s cock?” Chris said, pushing you between his legs. You smirked at him before removing his last article of clothing. You were met with the most beautiful thing, Chris’s cock.

It was probably the biggest you saw. The biggest you have ever seen was 10 inches, but Chris looked to be 12 inches long and thick as a wine bottle. There was a prominent vein that leads to the tip and big cum-filled balls.

“I know it’s amazing, but I want that slutty mouth on my cock.” Chris said in a cocky tone. No pun intended.

You gave his cock a few kitten licks on the side. You traced your slick tongue up the large vein and tasted his salty pre-cum. Chris groaned, moving his fingers through your hair.

“OH FUCK!” Chris moaned, feeling your warm, wet mouth swallow his cock. You sucked on his cock like your life depended on it. You rolled his balls as well, Chris threw his head back in pleasure.

“You sure know how to suck cock, M/n! I never had this good of a blowjob.” Chris moaned. You moved from his cock to suck his big balls as you stroked his cock. Chris’s chest was moving up and down.

You could feel his cock twitch and pulse in your hand. Suddenly, you were lifted off the ground and pushed onto the bed. (On your back) “Tighten your thighs,” Chris said, using his dominant alpha voice. And you did just that.

Chris inserted his meaty cock in between your thick, soft thighs. “Oh fuck. Such beautiful thighs.” Chris groans as he fucks your thighs. He used your thighs like a fleshlight. You moaned at the feeling of his cock pushing through your thighs. ‘I want him inside!’ you whine needily.

“You want me inside you, baby? Don’t worry, daddy will give you just that.” Chris said, removing his cock from within your thighs and moving down to see your little hole.

Chris lathered his fingers with lube and pressed it against your hole. “Mmm.” Chris could see your clench and unclench which was more of a turn-on. He circled his fingertip around your hole before pushing it in.

You clenched around his thick finger as it pushed further in. “Such a tight ass. Even after all those guys fucked the hell out of you.” He then added another finger, stretching your hole to take his cock.

‘Where is that place?’ Chris thought until he heard you moan. “A-ah…” you moaned as he found your sweet spot. ‘Guess I found it.’

"Please, I need you inside daddy! I wanna feel your fat cock split me open!" You begged, moving back onto his finger.

"Yeah? You want me to fuck your brains out. Make you my personal cumdump. My little slutty whore. I'll give you what you want!" Chris growled, removing his fingers and placing his meaty cock against your ass.

"Thrust that cock inside-" before you could finish your sentence, Chris thrust his whole cock inside you. You could feel your home stretch as he settled in.

"Fuck! Your hole is still tight after fucking so many guys! So warm and tight. Better than that pocket pussy I use." Chris groaned as you tightened around him.

"P-please… don't be gentle… fuck me rough." You begged.

"What do you think I'm gonna do? But first, switch positions, I want you on your knees." Chris said, not taking his cock out. You moved onto your knees with Chris’s cock still inside. “Now… let’s get to the main course.”

Chris pulled his cock all the way out before thrusting back in. “A-ahh!” the room filled with the sounds of skin-slapping, moans, groans, and growls. He was hitting the right spot with every thrust.

“My little slut, how does it feel to get fucked by a real man? This is what you were made for, to serve fat cocks like mine, but too bad, cause I ain’t sharing you.” Chris growled, gripping your hips as he thrusts faster.

“Y-you fuck… m-me better than… anyone e-else! Your cock… is m-much and t-thicker! P-please… c-claim me as… y-yours!” You moaned as Chris’s thrusts became rougher and he kept hitting your prostate. Your cock was aching to release its load.

“I always dreamed of this happening. Me fucking your plumped boy-pussy. I would fuck a pocket pussy thinking it was your hole.” Chris said, leaning down to your ear and licking. You clench around his cock at the thought. You gripped the bedsheets as he kept hitting your pleasure spot.

“Now it’s reality. - OH FUCK - I’m gonna cum soon!” Chris said, holding you tighter and thrusting faster. You could feel his cock twitch and your cock was twitching too. “M-me too… daddy! P-please… cum inside me!”

Chris gave one last thrust before filling you up with his hot load. You could feel his cum squirt out of his tip. His cum was the filling to your donut. (IDK where I was going with that.) And at the same time, your cock shot its load all over the bedsheets. Chris pulled his cock out to see his cum dripping out.

Chris collapsed onto the bed next to you. You rolled over and placed your head on his chest. “That was the best sex I ever had. Even though you weren’t my first,” you said, moving your hands down to his toned abs.

“Also, I gladly accept your offer. Maybe this will evolve into something else.” You said, moving your hand down to his limp cock and slowly jerking it. Chris’s breath hitched.

“Also, I can also be a power bottom. I have a lot of stamina left so prepare for round 2.”

THE END

A/n: I hoped y’all enjoyed this fic! Now I have to work on kinktober. Anyways, bye my🍓 little strawberries🍓!

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sadboysimps · 2 years

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𝐉𝐉𝐊 | 𝐁𝐎𝐘𝐅𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐃 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐱 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑 | 𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶 - 𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑰 - 𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑰 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰 | (𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒂𝒊𝒏𝒔 𝑵𝑺𝑭𝑾)

So these are pretty basic and nothing special. Lot of switching, except with Nanami. And once again, these are my thoughts and how I see the characters and decided to write them in this post. (Because honestly, they could always be the opposite too.)

Genre- Fluff, Smut

CONTENT WARNINGS ! : one time ‘cross dressing’, slight angsty stuff cos Megumi is sad boi™, mentions of rough sex Can’t think of anything else, if there is something I should add please tell me!

All characters and reader are 18 or older!

Male!Reader, AMAB

Minors pretty fkn please Do Not Interact with posts or blog ok? :D

𝑵𝑨𝑵𝑨𝑴𝑰 𝑲𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑶

Dream husband material ™

Romantic dinners so often. Yes, he is busy but the chances of him using his last energy after long hard day to cook you dinner and making it romantic.

Does often end up with takeout from fancy restaurants or your cooking.

Passionate kisses!!!

Showers together

Nanami will use any chance he can to do things together.

Man looks like he has never heard of humor 💀, but your anniversary gift is a soft pink apron and 50’s style costume dress (Gojo made him)

Because one wine filled night you both joked about how you are almost like a housewifehusband

That anniversary night was also wine filled, you ended up wearing it and he bend you over a kitchen counter and fucked you 😳

So yeah, he is a top, and a dom

You probably can convince him to bottom few times (after some wine, this man is so dense istg)

He enjoys it, I mean you’re hitting his prostate and pumping your hand around his cock for many orgasms to come, how could he not?

Also did enjoy all the pleasure without doing any work

Still prefers topping and having full control

His de-stressing is pounding your ass

Not too big on cock sucking but anything to draw pretty moans and grunts out of his lover

But will make you gag on his cock

Loves holding on to your hips when hitting it from behind and your sides when in missionary making love

If it’s very late or you two don’t have that much time to prep you he likes to give you hand job and/or have one finger delivering a prostate orgasm for you, while you are sucking his cock, during or after.

Loves having his hand on your cock more than he is willing to admit

It came to him as a big surprise when he fell for you, and was nervous about his sexuality

Man was scared of what if he isn’t into gay sex??? He wanted to date and be with you and of course have sex, but with another man was such a new concept for him

Quick learner tho, takes his time prepping you even if he is in hurry to stick it in

He wasn’t actually very worried about what other people would think about him dating a man, Nanami's worries only include not working overtime and your happiness

𝑭𝑼𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑮𝑼𝑹𝑶 𝑴𝑬𝑮𝑼𝑴𝑰

The boy was shook when he realized he liked you, more than as a friend

And he almost had a nose bleed when he saw you lift your top and swipe the sweat of your face after your work out 😌

Megumi’s eyes were glued to your sweaty abdomen and fantasies flooding his head

One night you two were hanging in his room, just chillin’

“So uh... You’re uh... Gay right?” Omg he felt so dumb, worst way to this convo

“Yeah haha. I guess it’s kind of obvious lol”

Mhhmm yea everyone knew that, why is he asking...

He proceeds to stumble his words as he asks how you realized you liked guys. You explained, chuckling every once in a while, when he went ‘aha’, ‘mhmm’, ‘ookay’...

Then you asked why is he asking you and he went red

“Do you like a guy?” You were being genuine, but in his mind, you were smirking in a teasing way

“Uhm... I-I'm not s-sure...” Boy he is n e r v o u s.

“How does it feel to kiss a guy? Is it much different?” Cha cha real smooth ‘Gumi

“Well... *actual smirk* It’s different for everyone. So uh, haha if you wanna try... I’m up for it.” Cha cha real smooth Y/N

He nods, but is looking down on his lap, until you softly pull his face to yours by fingers on his jaw.

It was soft quick lips touching, and you pulled away a bit, not wanting to overwhelm him.

“That was a peck, not a kiss...” Megumi mumbled with eyes on his lap again and cheeks red

“Wellh...” You huffed and smiled and cupped his jaw, his lips conveniently slightly parted and properly kissed him

He responded to the kiss surprisingly fast

And you knew who his crush was at that moment

So you kissed that night few more times and kind of wordlessly decided to be together to see if it works

And it does

Asks to keep your relationship down low first and fears you think he is ashamed of being with you/guy

But you understand him cos you’ve probably been there

Switcherino, he isn’t sure what he prefers and is first awkward with penetration either way, so at the start it was lot of hand jobs, frotting and blow jobs (took him time to get used to having dick in his mouth)

Low sex drive, he just isn’t feeling it that often

You don’t really have dom/sub going on, even when the sex is on rougher side.

Shy Megumi™

Has hard time making eye contact until like half way when the pleasure is really taking over and it’s really just the two of you being one

Neck kisses, both ways

Omg he is so pretty being a bottom, would be sad to take him from behind since you couldn’t see his face

Tho he probs hides it anyway, but pepper kissed on whatever skin is available closest to his face and he is gonna come for those lips on his

When he gets more comfortable with the relationship he starts sitting and standing closer to you in public

Won’t get angry or super flustered of forehead or cheek kisses (both ways)

Mostly big spoon in any cuddle situation, unless he is very tired or has the sads (which is often tbh), will rest his head on your chest

Scared of losing you 102% of the time

You’re his anchor from anxiety and depression

Kind of dependent of you because of that

You’re the light of his life ♥

𝑰𝑻𝑨𝑫𝑶𝑹𝑰 𝒀𝑼𝑱𝑰

Dull moments? Never heard of them.

Adorable af

Cute dates so often, cozy coffee shops, small bakeries with your favorite sweets!

Playful clingy, to the point people think you’re just a couple of lifetime best friends

Until Yuji showers your face with kisses that is

“I loooveee youu, Y/N-chan~”

Sometimes accompanied by kisses between each word

Usually, his kisses are cute pecks on your lips or face in public

But when alone his kisses are more sort of ‘Lemme eat your face’ lmao

Will introduce you as his lovely best boyfriend anyone could ever have to everyone, to the point it gets embarrassing

Yikes Gojo picked up on that 🙄

He put a paper on your pack reading “Yuji’s lovely best boyfriend anyone could ever have L/N”

Eventually you got upset about it and Yuji confronted Gojo about it

So only your boyfriend can say that

Might not use nicknames that much in public (unless he is feeling sweeter than normal) and more often just says Y/N-chan in super cutesy way

Has creative nicknames when he uses them around others tho

Fff can't think of any, but you all know Yujis got some funny shit thought up

You know those cute simple bracelets with letter beads?

Matching ones with each other's names

Asking Nobara to take cute pics of you two

Gojo does that without asking already (rude but not complaining) 🤨🤔

So if you all have been somewhere together, except bunch of pictures of you and Yuji being sent at the end of the day

Will beg Gojo to let him take you everywhere

Except missions, he will keep you away from any dangers

But if you are a sorcerer, won’t let you go alone

Playfully bites your fingers and silence ensues

You’re just looking at him like 🤨 “Not sure if to laugh or what”

Thinks you’re offended until you crack and start laughing your ass off

Sukuna in him like 😐😑 “fuk u both”

Aaand to the part most of y’all been waiting for hahhaa

He seems kinda innocent, not in “oblivious to sex” kind of way but in general

Oh boyyyy....

He isn’t the kinkiest fucker around, but he’s got some drive in him

Often jerk off because doesn’t want to bother you

And you tell him that he is more than welcome to ask you for help

Embarrassed about his sex drive tbh

Switching a lot. Depending on how you like it

Yuji wants to try everything so

Just like with Megumi, there’s not that obvious dom/sub dynamic going on, but it’s more evident than with ‘gumi

Once again it depends on what you like

Loves pounding into you and also loves you abusing his prostate

Sucker for your fingers in his ass and mouth on his cock

Bit shy at first so he was selfless and focused on your pleasure (either way)

But eventually started taking hold of your hair and guiding your lips around his shaft

Throaty whines (???)

Loud af breathing with loud moans escaping

Morning sex

Before sleep sex

Most likely somewhere in middle of the day sex if both of you have time

Fucking a cocksleeve together

Hickeys all over the chest for both of you

Loves being praised and loves praising you

Hand holding during sexual activities

Relationship with him is just amazing and makes for the cutest Instagram stories and posts

He doesn’t give a fuck that you are a guy. If some hater comes running his mouth at you two he will just tilt his head to the side and look at the person as if they’re speaking foreigner language

Then kiss you and walk away with hand holding yours

Oh by the way, ruffle his hair, will lean on you and tell you he loves you (for the millionth time that day)

Do not re-post, copy or translate on any site. Re-blogging (or sharing link to) this post is allowed and appreciated tho.

Oh my this is just a huge mess, written on many different days.

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valenhell · 3 years

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From the studio that brought you “I can’t find good Byler fics in the ao3 tag”, comes:

"The Definitive Byler fic rec list"

Literally no one asked for this but because I spent the majority of last year (...and 2019, and 2018...) reading byler fics and coping with life, I thought I’d make a list of some of my absolute favorites.

The other day I was basically starving for some byler fics and the angel @magicalfairy provided me with some of her faves so I thought I’d do the same, because I love reading, and I love all of these fics and I appreciate their writers💗 And fic writers in general, come on!

- This is a mix of long works and one-shots/short stories. - Everything is mostly fluff with a tad of angst and a lot of internalized homophobia conflict. - Every fic is completed, except for the ones I mention that they are not. - I try my best to lay out the stories in a way that I won’t spoil you the plot but also warning you of some stuff you might don’t like. Either way, all of these fics are correctly tagged by their respective authors/owners, so read at your own risk. For better understanding, in between brackets I denote Rating, Words and quantity of Chapters. - I feel like I should clarify, none of these are narrated in the singular first person. None of that “And I told him...”, no.

Long fics

a dream always the same (T, 99k, 35 chapters) What happened in those few weeks between the Battle of Starcourt and the Byers leaving Hawkins. Literally a satisfying and very needed fill in of season three, with a good dose of Mike’s thoughts and conflict. Mike’s characterization is specially amazing in this one. The writing style is amazing and I know the author put everything into making it historically accurate, and it was really sweet. You probably read it, it’s by the amazing sevensided here on Tumblr🧡

Spring Break (T, 120k, 14/15 chapters) The slowburn of my dreams. Lots of internalized conflict and conflict with each other. Conflict within the Party (uhh kind of), conflict with Mike and Will. Byers family has moved and the kids are visiting! Chaos. Characterization is on point. Yeah, I know it’s unfinished, but the fourteenth chapter actually serves as a pretty nice ending.

This is where it starts (M, 148.8k, 24 chapters) Aged up characters. The Party is in college and Will disappears again, but now it’s different. Mike knows he didn’t vanish from thin air, and the discovery he and the Party end up making is pretty insane. Mystery solving/fantasy/third dimension, throw in a bit of D&D and Mike realizing some shit, and you get this marvelous fic. It’s a breath of fresh air. The world building is definitely one of the elements that stands out the most, because it’s very nicely described, it sounds like a dream and it’s completely immersive. Absolute gem of a fic.

there’s a Starman waiting in the sky (M, 30.6k, 8 chapters) Do I need to say anything? Will is out there living his best life and Mike realizes that wow, umm, maybe his best friend looks a bit too nice with that costume... and wait, is he getting horny? It’s actually really fun and sexy.

The Evening Speaks (T, 23k, 7 chapters) In where Mike is a late-night college radio host and Will is the art student that stays up till late to catch up with Wheeler on the Mic. They flirt through songs y’all, this one is really sweet.

heads or tails? (E, 24k, 3 chapters) Aged up characters. I know most people don’t enjoy sex in fics and with specific characters but this one is insanely well written. It’s a slowburn that commits to the tension and with every word you are grasping and anticipating their next move. I think you can find the author here on Tumblr as yousaidyes🧡

The Man of Average (M, 56.7k, 5/? chapters) Aged up characters. No but you don’t understand, the writing here is absolute gourmet. The story is exciting as well, it’s super interesting. Weirdly enough, for being very aged up characters, they are well characterized but they don’t feel like teenagers. They are naturally Mike and Will. The author really captured Mike and Will’s essence. I know, it’s unfinished and it’s updated very rarely, but this is the typical fic you can’t believe someone just posted on the internet for free. I will say though, I think it’s definitely not for everyone. Read at your own risk.

Heartstrings (E, 82.8k, 24/? chapters) Aged up characters. By the same author of The Man of Average. A collection of memories, the road to Mike and Will’s happy ever after. And fucking hell!!!!! You’ll cry and get angry, you’ll cheer for them, then you’ll want to crash their faces together because god dammit you love each other!!! But yeah, same thing here. The writing and the way the story is laid out as a nonlinear narrative is brilliant. And I also think this is one of the best Will versions I’ve read. The author might as well be the og creator of this two characters tbh. You can find the author here as mylesimeblr🧡

Sinners behind the walls (T, 1.5k, 1/1) And because I can’t stop recommending this author, a little thing of Mike tormenting himself but also being too deeply committed to Will.

The Red Envelope series (T/E, 167K, two completed works) Something happens that Will thought was impossible and from there, pure drama and romance. Anything by this author has the potential to become your absolute favorite fic, but this series in particular is amazing. I doubt that any of you haven’t read this, but it doesn’t hurt to put it in this list. I’m pretty sure the author is serendipitous-magic on Tumblr🧡

A New Fight series (T, 91k, two completed works, one WIP) And finally the Star Wars AU that we all needed. But this isn’t your typical “Mike is Han”, “Will is Leia” and “El is Luke”, it’s way more interesting than that, and the author has appropriated the Star Wars world like no other. I’ll admit I’m not a 100% fluent in SW lore but this is amazing to me either way. This author is also on Tumblr, tea-for-one-please🧡

- Yes, most of these are (if not all), in a way, canon compliant/canonverse/canon continuation into fanon. (In a way)

One-shots and short stories

Sundae for Two, Please (G, 4.8k) Steve being the supportive friend and older brother these kids collectively need. (not Jonathan erasure, we love him). Steve is very sweet himself, and this little cute thing through his POV is gorgeous. Yes, it’s byler.

Backstage (T, 10k, 2/2) Jonathan, you forgot to mention to Will how hot your new band’s guitarist is, dude. Now he’s hyperventilating and weirdly flirting with him in the corner. Background Stonathan because why not.

102 Peach Street (G, 3.8k) Established relationship, but not only that, they are married :’’))) PURE fluff. Extreme fluffiness. Diabetes.

sweatshirts and bottled up feelings (T, 3.2k) Or, Mike thinks that the sweatshirt Will wears looks insanely good on him. And kitchens are for lovers.

kiss it better (T, 16.3k) Basically one of the best character studies of a few precise moments of Mike and Will’s relationship and feelings.

will wonders ever cease (T, 11.3k) #i ship will and happiness. Omfg what a beautiful piece of fanfic. Will centric, this kid really deserves all the good in the world.

The Calm After the Storm (T, 1.6k) Tooth rotting fluff, boyfriends in love. Boyfriends being lazy, cuddling, love words, kisses. Boys loving each other’s company... Basically, Mike and Will in their element. What more can you ask for?

neither of us ready to let go (T, 4.8k) That scene from season three, but a bit of a fix it.

Still in love (G, 1k) Domestic, married life au fluff. Y’all, I’m a sucker for established Byler, even if I can’t find many fics with it. But this is very sweet. It takes place in 2020, but I don’t think there are any mentions of the COVID-19 crisis that I remember.

I Nver Find Out ‘Til I’m Head Over Heels (G, 12.5K) Classic 5+1 fic. If you haven’t read it, where have you been? This is your moment. In where Mike keeps inviting Will to the school dances and Will thinks it’s just a joke until he realizes it’s not.

Before You’re Gone (T, 5.9k) Will is leaving Hawkins and Mike thinks this is a great moment for a confession. This one I discovered last friday, thank you friend @magicalfairy 💗

You’re weird Wheeler (M, 4.5k) Mike unintentionally starts a tradition of going to each other to talk about their sexual encounters just after they finish. Will keeps getting more explicit with the details he shares, and he makes his best friend interested. This one is really fun y’all.

Out-Of-Town Friends (N/R, 4.6K) It’s not rated. I haven’t re- read it but I’d say it would probably fall in a T rating. So cute!! Will has new friends and sneaks off every friday and the Party doesn’t know where he is going, so Mike decides to follow him and is surprised.

Snowed Under (G, 1.3k) By the same author of The New Fight series. Mike is spending christmas by himself in college because a snowstorm hits Chicago and Nancy can’t drive to see him, but then he has a surprise visitor. Ahhh just a lil sweet holiday fic. Super cute.

you love me anyway series (T, 7.1k, three completed works) Literally just the cutest thing ever. Established Byler. Will loves to take pictures and he loves taking pictures of Mike. It’s adorable.

you wanna be friends forever (i can think of something better) (T, 9k) This one is so amazing. So. Amazing. From Will’s POV, my kid deserves the world and he gets it.

okay not to be okay (T, 4.9k) Mike is a bit sad but then everything is okay.

can’t hold out forever (G, 18.4k) Y’all!!!!! 5+1 sweetness. Mike has been falling in love since kindergarten. And it’s long af, you’ll enjoy it.

even if it takes forever (G, 1.3k) College short AU, they miss each other, they love each other, they promise all to each other. It is sappy y’all.

clear as day (N/R, 18.4K, 4 chapters) It’s not rated, but I’d say it falls in the T category. Strangers to friends to lovers. And also, everyone is pretty gay; we have our dynamic trio Mike, Max and El as disaster lesbians (and gay). Will works at the library and he is also gay. Lucas and Dustin and Will are the best friends we needed. It’s very sweet and the Party is kind of formed here!

I went overboard with the one-shots, so you must have realized how much I love long one-shots and I favor them over long works lmao but they are all amazing!!! If it’s on this list, I probably read it at 2 am, sobbing in my bed. So. Hope you enjoy it☺️🧡

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theodorecanaryhood · 3 years

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The Hood and his Prince

New fic coming soon for a crossover but for now we have this.

Jason Todd, Tim Drake x Male reader

Tim is readers best friend and readers older brother is Jason’s best friend. Reader and Jason end up spending a lot of time together and things start

Some swearing, mentions of drink, sex and some other stuff

To say you were disappointed was an understatement, you were really angry and upset. You had been let down again by the same person.

‘I give up’ you said to yourself as you walked to your car, that kind of angry walk where if someone approached you in the street you would’ve bitten their head off.

Getting in your car and starting the engine, you drove back to your apartment where you found your older brother, Jack, sitting on the step with a six pack of beer.

‘Jack, what you doing here?’ You asked surprised but also happy. Jack was your rock, you didn’t have a good relationship with your parents so your brother was really everything you had.

‘Just thought you needed a pick me up’ Jack smiled as he handed you a beer when you got to the doorstep.

‘How’d you know I’d be back?’ You asked curiously, Jack simply chuckling.

‘A little bird told me you had a date this afternoon with that Craig guy, seeing as how the last two went I figured you would need something to keep you going’ he answered as he walked into the apartment with you.

‘Well thank you, and Tim also for the news, but really nothing to say. I’m ghosting him’ you said as you put your keys down and took off your jacket, Jack sitting on your couch opening his beer.

‘What was it this time? He call you the wrong name again?’ Jack asked mockingly, your first date with Craig he kept calling you his ex boyfriends name, Peter, when you corrected him he still kept doing it.

‘Nope, he didn’t show up’ you sighed, Jack could see you were hurt but trying to hold it in.

‘Little bro, there are lots of guys out there that are way worth your time, this guy is an ass’ your brother reassured you.

‘He wasn’t all bad’ you said as you took a seat next to Jack on the couch, facing out your window to look at the view.

‘First date he kept calling you the wrong name, second date he ‘forgot’ his wallet and the third date he was scrolling through Grindr, now he stands you up’ Jack says, you shrug taking a swig of your beer.

‘Guess I have shit taste in men’ you sigh again, Jack put his arm around you.

‘No, you just don’t look at quality enough and don’t know how much you’re really worth’ Jack says, you look at him and go red a little.

‘Jack stop’ you hide your face, you were never good at taking complements.

‘Y/n I’m serious, you are an awesome guy, you really have no idea how much worth you have. Also if anyone should deserve happiness it’s you’ Jack says as you blush more, but smile

Jack really is more than just your big brother, he was your other parent, your best friend, your role model.

In high school you were once assigned an essay to write about your role model. Some kids wrote about celebrities, some wrote about Superman or Wonder Woman, but you wrote about Jack. Saying how much he was your everything. He was also the first person you came out to, and he excepted you straight away.

He was there when your parents kicked you out when they didn’t except you for being gay, he was there to get you your apartment, your job and your car.

‘Jason and Tim have invited us over for some drinks tonight if you wanna come?’ Jack asked you as he read a text from his phone.

‘Sure, I could use a guys night’ you smiled, ‘let me just get changed’ you said as you walked to your bathroom.

…

Wayne Manor was an intimidating place but you could never work out why, maybe it was the size, the interior, the money or the people living inside.

The Wayne’s were the complete opposite to what they seemed, especially considering where they live.

Tim ran out to give you a bear hug in the driveway, you accepting the hug of course. Hugging your best friend of, so many years. By this time you’d forgotten how long you and Tim had known each other.

Jason and Jack giving each other their ‘bro’ hug as the walked in the manor together.

‘You guys are staying tonight by the way’ Tim smiled as he walked with you in the manor.

‘Awesome’ you said, smiling walking up the steps to the house.

‘Bruce is away on business and Damian had to go stay with Dick. Alfred has the week off so it’s just us’ Jason called out as you entered the manor.

The smell of oak and cinnamon scented candles hitting you as you walked in. The sight of the dimly lit hallway was always what stood out to you more, the long windy staircase of Wayne Manor. The brown and cream colours. It really was homely to you, even if Jason hated it there sometimes.

…

You guys had finished off the bottle of vodka by now and were onto something else, rum you thought but didn’t really care. As long as you could put the crappy day behind you.

‘So Craig never showed up huh?’ Tim asked, no surprise in his voice.

‘Nope, I ghosted him anyways’ you smiled as you did a shot that Jack gave you, ‘his loss’.

‘Totally his loss, you’re a fine af catch y/n, he’s dumb for letting you go’ Jason slurred a little, you appreciated his compliment as he rarely gave them. Not because Jason is rude, more, he doesn’t show emotion or express how he feels, but that’s Jason. Take him as he is.

‘Thanks Jay, means a lot’ you smiled as you finished off your drink.

‘God I hate to say but I’m glad you found out now, he was an ass’ Jack said as he poured some more shots for everyone.

You couldn’t tell if you would remember a lot of tonight tomorrow morning, but you didn’t care. You guys were all together and that was that.

‘Fuck I think my liver has run away’ Jason chuckled as he finished his drink and picked up a shot.

‘Shit if I think about how my body will be tomorrow I wouldn’t be drunk right now’ Jack laughed.

You all took a shot and then carried on talking, Tim started to feel sleepy and say that he was gonna head up to bed.

‘Guys I think we can continue a grown up conversation tomorrow, for now I’m done’ Tim said as he stood up, Jack and Jason jokingly booed Tim as he took a bow.

‘Yes, I’m going to bed at 2am so shoot me’ Tim said as he went off to bed. Jack looked at his phone screen.

‘Holy shit 2am, probably should be heading upstairs myself’ Jack said as he rose to his feet, albeit a little unsteady, that was the drink.

‘I assume I’m taking Dick’s old room?’ Jack asked, Jason nodded.

‘Night guys’ he said as he walked off upstairs, leaving just you and Jason.

‘You wanna head upstairs too?’ Jason asked you, you shook your head.

‘Unless you’re done?’ You smiled, Jason picked up a bottle of beer and handed you the remainder of the rum.

‘Cheers’ he smiled as you clinked the bottles and both took a swig.

‘Y/n I meant what I said earlier, you are a fine af catch’ Jason said lowly, you smiled and blushed.

‘Thank you’

‘I mean not only are you hot as fuck but you’re really funny and smart too’ Jason said, looking in your eyes.

‘You think I’m hot?’ You asked shocked, Jason smiled as he moved and sat next to you.

‘I don’t know why but lately I just think I wanna try something new, I want to see’ Jason began to speak but drifted off shaking his head.

‘What?’ You asked, Jason looked in your eyes, ‘you want to try what?’ You asked.

‘I have some feelings towards you, I’m just curious as to what could go on between us’ Jason explained, you raised an eyebrow as you leaned in a little to see how he would react.

Leaning in slightly towards Jason, you were surprised to see he accepted and leant in too. He kissed you lightly in the lips, then he shifted his body to face you, taking your face and pulling you in.

Kissing heavily for a good five minutes, Jason seemed hungry as he placed a hand in the back of your head to pull you in closer. You wrapping your arms around his neck.

‘Wanna take this upstairs?’ Jason asked you breathily, you smiled as you stood up with him. Jason swaying a little as he almost lost his balance.

Jason turned on music lowly as background noise, closing his bedroom door behind him and kissing you again.

‘You sure about this?’ You asked him, Jason just hummed as he carried on kissing you.

‘Ever hooked up with a guy before Jason?’ You asked, Jason simply shook his head.

‘We can take it slow’ Jason whispered as he began to bite a little at your neck. You took off your shirt as Jason removed his shirt and pants. You removing your pants too.

Jason lay you on the bed as he began you kiss at your pecs and abs, pulling at the band of your underwear, Jason then rubbed at your length.

You gasped a little, Jason seemed to know his way around your body like he’d done this a thousand times.

Jason took your length out and began to rub it a little as he pulled his underwear down. Rubbing his own length too.

‘Want me to take it all in my Prince?’ Jason asked you seductively. You smiled.

‘Yes, my Red Hood’ you laughed, Jason then lowered his head down.

You moaned in pleasure as Jason began to lick and suck at your dick, like an expert, he made you arch your back as he took it all in. You smiled as he kissed around it.

‘God y/n your dick is amazing’ he whispered as he began to suck at it again.

‘Fuck Jason’ you moaned a little, moving your hips a little to get a good rhythm going, feeling the pleasure coming closer and closer as Jason sucked hard.

Jason growled a little as you could feel the climax coming, you grabbed at Jason’s hair, pulling it a little.

‘Fuck’ you whispered as your rhythm sped up and Jason sucked harder and harder, you arched your back, eyes rolling to the back of your head as you felt the cum escaping, seeping into Jason’s mouth.

‘Fuck’ you growled as Jason came up to your face, swallowing what was left of your fluids in his mouth.

‘My Prince you are so beautiful’ Jason said as he kissed you hard and hungrily.

As Jason lifted you slightly to move you further up the bed, he smiled as he began to kiss you more.

Stretching you out a little, he wet your hole as much as he could and began to slide in his big, hard dick. Leaving it there for a second to let you adjust.

‘Fuck, Jason’ you moaned again as Jason picked up a pace and went deeper and deeper inside you.

Getting his hip thrusts to a rhythm, Jason began grunted and moaning as he got lost in how good it felt to be deep inside you. Seeing you come undone and writhe underneath him.

‘God, y/n this is amazing, fuck this feels so good’ Jason moaned, louder than intended. You dug your nails in his back, writhing more and more as Jason got lost in his movements.

‘Fuck, uh fuck baby’ Jason moaned, almost like a starving growl of a wild animal. Jason began slamming his hips into you, hearing the sound of flesh on flesh slapping together. You became hard again and starting rubbing yourself as Jason thrusted hard into you.

‘Fuck I wanna cum’ Jason moaned, almost about to lose himself in you, he grabbed your hips and rolled over onto his back with you sitting on top of him. Him inside you again he began slamming into you from underneath.

‘Fuck me, baby’ You shouted out, out of pleasure and the feeling that you wanted to see him cum. You wanted to feel his seed spill inside you.

You jerk hard and fast as Jason thrusted hard and deep inside you, Jason close to losing it soon if he carried on.

‘Babe, I wanna cum inside you’ Jason moaned, the tingling sensation coming over his manhood as it was getting ready to fire. You smiled.

‘Cum in me, fucking breed me’ you moaned as Jason came undone, shooting his hot seed inside you.

‘I’m cumming too’ you said, Jason smiled.

‘Cum on my chest baby boy’ he said as you threw your head back and spilled your seed on his chest, while Jason’s seed spilled out of you too.

You rolled onto your back next to Jason as he panted, you grabbed his hand, Jason intertwined his fingers with yours.

Both smiling you leant over and gave him another kiss.

‘I think Jason deserves another round’ you said as you ducked under the covers to play and suck on his dick when it was ready.

…

The sun hit your face hard, harder than usual thanks to the night of drinking heavily.

You felt an arm around your waist and realised last night wasn’t an amazing sex dream, it was real. It actually happened.

You looked over to see Jason’s sleeping, snoring face next to you, his head buried in your shoulder. You adjusted slightly and planted a kiss on his cheek.

Rolling out of bed you walked out of the room, realising you weren’t wearing any clothes, you grabbed a spare towel.

‘Sleep ok?’ Tim called out when he saw you, he was smiling.

‘I did’ you greeted with a smile, Tim winked at you as he went downstairs. Surely he didn’t know, but then you guys were quite loud at a few points. Thanks to Jason’s hip action.

Walking into the kitchen you saw Jack was up already, him and Tim were talking about something but went quiet when you walked in.

‘Morning’ you said as you poured yourself some coffee. ‘What?’ You asked as you saw the two men staring at you.

‘So you and Jason huh?’ Jack asked you, smiling.

‘You know?’ You questioned, both men chuckled as they walked upto you.

‘We heard quite a bit’ Tim informed, the both of them hugging you.

‘I think it is amazing by the way’ Jack said as he kissed the top of your head. Jason entering the room.

‘Hey stud’ Tim smiled, Jason waved a little confused and grabbed some coffee too. Jack going over and hugging Jason spontaneously.

‘What…what is going on?’ Jason asked confused still.

‘You and y/n, I ship it, we heard you guys and we think it’s awesome’ Jack said laughing as Jason began to blush.

‘Damn, ok’ you smiled, Jason smiled too as he came over and kissed you, hugging you tight.

‘Fuck I’m gay, and I also think I’m in love’ Jason whispered to you, you smiled brightly as you buried your face in the crook of his neck.

Tim and Jack coming over and hugging you guys too.

To say you were happy was an understatement, The Hood and his Prince together at last. With your family, this was all you needed.

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