#and my sweatpants' legs are too short for my liking AND low waisted so I can't wear those to my walk

[liberflies]

Little spicy things that ENHYPEN's hyung line would do just to make you go crazy over them.

Pair: enhypen!hyung line x female!reader.

Genre: smut, stable relationship, also some fluff with our dear Sunghoon.

Heeseung: This man always proves to be a calm and quiet lover in front of the other members when he is with you, but the truth is that he teases you until you reach the limit of your sanity. Between four walls, whether it's at your house, in the empty training room or in one of the company's restrooms, one of the little things you've learned about Heeseung is that he always tucks your hair behind your ear. No matter how hard he is fucking you, he will always find a way to make that little gesture.

"Hee, baby..." your voice sounds weak between the heavy, hurried breaths. "It's no use you fixing my hair if you're going to make me totally messed up anyway." Listening to your teasing words, Heeseung starts to fuck you slowly and you can see that little smirk appearing on his face. “Yeah? Well I just want to make sure my girl's hairs don't get in my way of seeing your needy expressions. Maybe I should hold your hair in a ponytail while I fuck you from behind next time.

Jay:

Like the good husband material he is, Jay always hugs you from behind when he comes home after a long day at work. And as soon as you turn to face him, you feel a harsh slap on your left asscheek through your sweatpants, and a long squeeze right after that. Whenever he has the opportunity, and the privacy to do so, he totally will slap you just like that and then give you a light caress.

"You're lucky I'm such a polite guy, Y/N..." without letting go of his grip on your ass, he starts whispering in your ear in his most sensual low voice. "Because I feel like I would spank you in front of the other members for them to know that this territory is all mine, and only fucking mine”.

Jake:

The bright-smiling australian boy you fell in love with never makes a point of hiding how naughty he can be when flirting with you all the time. When you both go to the mall he hugs your waist slowly out of nowhere and starts saying sweet nothings against your cheek, making you all shy. He loves physical contact, he loves holding and grabbing you in every way possible, but he sure has a favorite one: holding the back of your knees to spread both your legs apart while he fucks you hard and good. He doesn't even worry about making his shoulders a support to you, he forces your knees back in order to get a good view of his cock coming in and out of your wet pussy.

“Jake, slow down-... P-Please, too much!” you whine with tears coming down from your eyes, feeling close to your third orgasm of the night. But he knows you can take it and he knows about your little masochistic side. So, he pushes your knees against your chest while biting his bottom lip. “How can such a pretty mouth be full of ugly lies? If you had the vision I have of your pussy swallowing me right now, baby, you'd ask for more yourself. All your body talk”.

Sunghoon:

The whole world knows that Sunghoon is talented in absolutely everything he does. And because he is much sought after by the media and netizens, he prefers to make every moment with you, his girlfriend, as private as possible. He takes you ice skating on Sunday nights, when the ice rink is absolutely empty, for example. And you know he does it out of love. But what you know he does to demonstrate how in love he is with you is the way he slowly separates your velvet walls with two fingers while taking a break from eating you out.

“You good, Y/N?” his hot breath against your bundle of nerves gives you goosebumps, you can only nod your head in short, quick movements. “You look so pretty when you're sensitive...” a little peck on your pussy's lips is deposited after the previously spoken words. “I'll carry on, yeah? I love you” and then he does that little thing with his long fingers again before working magic with his mouth again, being slow, calm, charming and sensual as always.

#enhypen smut #enhypen hard hours #enhypen hyung line #heeseung smut #jake smut #jay smut #sunghoon smut #enhypen scenarios #enhypen imagines #heeseung scenarios #jake scenarios #jay scenarios #sunghoon scenarios

[meowzfordayz]

this is us

Author’s Note: this is a blend of poetry and prose; of nonsensical musing and nonlinear storytelling; of loving and being loved; of fearing and loving despite fear. 💙

this is us

Tomioka Giyuu x Reader

Word Count: ~1,000

CW: explicit language, mild sexual content

~faqs~

I love you whispered soft and certain, caressing the heat of your earlobe, a tickling breath.

I miss you, constantly pressed warm and firm into the small of your back, reaching for your hand, swinging while you walk side by side.

I hate you shouted careless and ragged, sharp inhale followed by regret, a hesitation of withheld apology unable to clear the air.

This is love.

Love. A summer night of mosquito bites and squinting at stars. Sky so vast you feel like you’re falling, falling, swimming. Chasing each other across grassy hills. Dew already forming, sticking clear and cold to flip flops nearly worn through. Arms wrapping exuberant, gentle, around your sweatshirt clad waist. A damp, cheerful nose nuzzling playful and familiar into the crook between your neck and collarbone.

This is love.

The days grow long, short, and then long again. Matching footsteps. Outpacing the loneliness. Of wayward dreams and maybe-probably-someday adventures. Driving from one heartache to the next, a looming tree in the foreseeable distance. You cup your knuckles to your chest, flesh raw with envy and desire. Your pulse wishes to sync with your lover’s. To weight itself with his habits and passions. To comprehend the depth of the glow in his eyes. To search for the missing fleck of your favorite color, sewn into his hidden jacket pocket.

This is love.

“How do I keep going?” Giyuu asks you, hushed and sincere, midnight fading to give rise to the time with no name.

The moment with only a beginning.

“I don’t understand,” you confess, drowsy and enamored, desperate to float in the moonlit pools of his gaze, elbow almost slipping off your knee.

“Careful,” he admonishes, steady fingers grazing the armrest of your lawn chair, “Don’t get too comfortable.”

“Too late,” you shrug, yawning widely as your chin tilts upward, “I could fall asleep here.”

“Trust me,” he drawls, “You do not want to sleep in a garden.”

“But how about this garden?” you muse bravely, internal clock tick, tick, stopping.

“Hm?”

“We could fall asleep together.”

The yearning starts as soon as you promise your self. Not your frills or your laughter, albeit he treasures those dearly. Your self. Your untethered, quarrelsome grin. How you smack his bicep when his smirk refuses to dissipate. How you willingly and wholeheartedly despise him. How you wear his sweatpants like they were made for your legs, for your hips, for your silhouette. Dancing ahead of his eventual, patient melody, twirling for his view. For his leisure solely.

This is love.

“Could you say something?” you demand, frustration brimming as tears in your glare.

“Something,” he deadpans, eyelashes heavy.

“For fuck’s sake Giyuu, are we five?”

“No, just me,” he retorts, low and undeterred.

“You’re insufferable,” you’re moving now, toward the door.

Toward the exit.

“Great.”

“Do you even care about this conversation?” you beg, doorknob shiny and brittle to the touch.

“Does it seem like I care?” he raises an eyebrow.

So serene. So scared of fraying edges.

“Not at all.”

“Well aren’t you intelligent,” he mutters.

“I’m done,” you declare, wobbly and labored. “I was done… fifteen minutes ago.”

So nonchalant. So accustomed to leaving.

You’re seething, desperate to meet his stare even as you hardly spare him another glance, “And fuck you for wasting my time!”

You never fight again, drained and incomplete from your last first bout. He welcomes you home with shaky exhales, goosebumped forearms, and a new promise.

“I always care about our conversations. I always care about you. I’m sorry for shutting down, for shutting you down, and for shutting down on you.”

“I’m sorry,” you’re blubbering, cheeks stained with the sourness of abandonment, body aching to be forgiven, “I’m not done. I don’t ever want to be done with you.”

“Me neither,” Giyuu swears, reeling himself in, thinking about winter mornings spent with your freezing toes digging into his thighs, your face blurred and bright, childhood blankets swathed cozy and tight, “Me neither.”

A montage of everlasting film, grainy and remembered with every secretive smile. Stolen agreement shared over shoulders, lost and found with the wind and the rain. Watching snowflakes melt on palms, lips chapped and stinging. A tangle of finality and deja vu, like looking into a mirror and noticing how intently he focuses on you. Memorizing his favorite color so you can unearth the blueprint of his soul. Forgetting to build its walls and roof, nevermind its foundation or decor, because a soul cannot be earned. Nor copied. Simply seen and heard. Cherished for its fullness, battered for its repeating threads.

This is love.

“Where do you envision us in ten years?” he’s contemplative, naked beside you, allowing you to hog the hot water.

“Like, exactly ten years? Or a theoretical ten years?”

“If you could predict exactly where we’d be in ten years, then I’d be very impressed,” he snorts, plastering himself to your glistening skin with a tender greediness, “What if we’re still showering?”

You chuckle, bar of soap clutched careful in your grip, gliding atop the curve of his ass, tracing the path of his spine, “Wouldn’t that kill us?”

“In less than ten years,” he nods solemnly.

“So we’d actually be in the ground.”

“That’s your prediction?” he teases, quiet groan sinking happy and faint into your embrace.

“Nooo,” you huff, returning the bar of soap to its pretty bamboo dish, “I envision us like this.”

“Like this?”

You interrupt him before he can joke In the shower? again.

“Like this,” you emphasize, stories glittering sweet and delicate on your tongue as you interrupt him with an adoring kiss, “This is us,” you murmur, words filling his head with afternoons of reading and ice cream, of living room forts and misshapen pizzas.

“This?” his voice is round with joy, so blue and crystal and real you can taste it, “This is love.”

#giyuu tomioka #tomioka giyuu #giyuu x reader #tomioka x reader #water hashira #one shot #modern au #kimetsu no yaiba #demon slayer

[littledrummeraussie]

Hi Angie! Can I get a little boyfriend!michael action that’s sweet but also smutty? - sadistmichael 👀💕

Hi Jex, hi hi 👀❤️‍🔥 @sadistmichael 

Here is the rest of the teaser I’ve sent you a few days ago! I think you will like this one 🥰 some sweet, but hot hot Michael smutty goodness for you. I’ve tried my hands at the gender neutral thing, I hope it works somehow!

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sweet cherry pie. [a smutty Michael blurb]

warnings: boyfriend!Michael. gender neutral reader. [please let me know how it went, and where that could be improved!] some sucking and licking. oral sex (reader receiving). penetration. dirty talk. a bit of an exhibition kink. sex without protection in an established relationship.

I’ve used a few lines from this prompt list which you will find bolded below, so credit goes to @a-cure-for-writers-block

word count: 1600

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“You’re up too?”

Michael sleepily rubbed at his eyes as he shuffled into the kitchen, grey sweatpants riding low on his hips, feet bare against the cold tiles. You were sitting on top of the counter, so he moved between your legs, arms wrapping around your waist and burying his face into your neck, mumbling his affirmation against your skin.

“Whatcha doing?” he rubbed his cheek against yours and you giggled, ruffling his soft blond hair.

“Eating the last of the cherry pie before someone else gets to it,” you nodded at the plate next to you, sticking a bite onto your fork to put it into your mouth. “Want some?”

He didn’t reply, just opened his mouth, letting you feed him with the sweet dessert. He hummed happily, burrowing back into you and you massaged the back of his neck, earning another soft moan from him.

“You really are up in the middle of the night so Calum wouldn’t eat your pie?” a smile pulled at his lips, fingers teasingly playing with the hem of your night shorts.

“He’s been eyeing them, and you know this was my piece, I just couldn’t eat it,” you shrugged, popping a cherry into your mouth and licking off the juice from your fingers.

Michael knew you loved his friends, but food was never safe when they were around, especially when you were going on a trip and needed to share a fridge. But Michael wasn’t thinking about the others now, no – he was focusing on your fingers and your lips, the juice from the cherry making them an inviting red, and he felt his cock stir while looking at you. His arms around you tightened as he leaned up, pressing his lips to yours, and you moaned when his tongue licked into your mouth, tasting the sweetness from there.

“Gimmie one,” Michael’s voice was husky, eyes quickly going to the plate then back to you, and you reached for another cherry, holding it in front of him.

He took it from you, tongue licking around your fingers and you clenched your thighs together, breath quickening as he sucked on your fingers, green eyes darkening as he held your gaze. Michael’s hands wandered down to your ass, squeezing your cheeks before his fingers pushed under your shorts and started tugging them off, lifting you up from the counter.

“Fuck, Mike, what– umpf!” you let out a sound as he pushed you down on the counter, your legs propped up onto the edge as he spread you open, tongue sliding against the wetness between your thighs. “Fuck!”

“So fuckin’ sweet,” he mumbled against your skin, running his tongue over your sex again.

You put a hand over your mouth, trying to keep quiet, moans muffled against your palm while the other slipped onto the back of Michael’s head, your fingers tangling into his hair to slightly tug on it while keeping him between your legs. His arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you in place as he ate you out, the sucking and slurping sounds echoing around in the empty kitchen, and you shivered thinking about one of the other guys hearing you.

“What did you think of, naughty babe?” Michael swirled his tongue around, teasing it over your hole as more arousal coated your sex. “You’re absolutely soaked.”

“Someone could hear us–” you bit on your lip as he sucked a sensitive spot, voice turning into a soft whine. “Fuck. Me.”

Michael’s fingers tightened on your thighs, a growl stifled against your lap as he finally pulled back. His eyes were dark and his beard wet with your arousal. He licked his lips, eyes boring into yours before he picked you up again, quickly flipping you over and pushing you down onto the counter, and you knew his fingers will leave marks all over your hips.

You moaned as you felt the cold countertop against your chest, nipples hardening, the thin shirt you wore not doing much to keep you warm. Michael was already behind you, his bulge rubbing against the back of your thigh as he let out his own sounds. You could see him in the reflection of the window, eyes closed and head thrown back as he rutted his cock against your sex, his tip nudging against your hole.

“You want it, baby?” he taunted you sweetly, reaching into his sweats to pull out his dick, leisurely jerking it. “Want my dick in you?”

“Please Mike,” you let out a soft moan, wiggling your ass and trying to push back to feel him against you. “Put it in me!”

“Not so shy now, are you?” he clicked his tongue, swiping the head over your entrance, pushing it in just an inch or two to stretch you, then pulling back. “Not worried about the others hearing you now, are you?”

“Don’t care…” you sighed frustratedly, spearing your legs more as you held onto the edge of the counter. “Please, Mike, want your cock in me!”

Michael growled at your words, fingers tightening on your hips again as he pushed into you, earning a squeak at his sudden move. He gave you a few shallow thrusts, watching his cock stretching your hole, your wetness coating his hard shaft more and more with every inch he pushed into you.

“You can take it, you’ve done it before,” his fingers ran through your hair, caressing it softly before giving it a little tug, a moan catching in your throat. “Just a little more, that’s it.”

You felt his hips against your ass as he buried his dick deep inside you, staying still while you adjusted to his size, always so big and hard, you were almost surprised the two of you fit together so well. His thumb teased over the sensitive skin where you were stretched around him, slowly pulling out until only his tip was inside of you, then a second later he slammed his dick back into your heat, building up a quick pace. You held onto the counter as he fucked you from behind, chest dragging against the cold marble, moans spilling out of your lips which you tried to stifle against your arm. Michael’s hips slapped against your ass with every thrust, the wet sounds of his cock going in and out of you in a frantic pace echoing around the kitchen, so obscene and so fucking sexy.

“Anyone could just walk in on us and see me fucking you senseless,” his fingers dug into your hips as he drilled you, and you would have agreed to anything he said as long as he made you come. “You’re so fucking soaked around me, bet they could hear it upstairs as well, know even before catching us how good I’m fucking you.”

“So good… so deep in me…” you babbled incoherently, arching your back a little so his tip dragged against a sensitive spot inside you, making you gasp. “Fuck Michael, harder!”

“You wanna scream, baby?” he pushed in harder, voice a low whisper as he pounded his hips against your ass. “Does it get you off? Thinking of Calum hearing you begging for my cock and getting off on it? Or Luke getting all hot and bothered just from your voice until he cannot help himself? Do you want Ashton to give you those fucking knowing looks that he knew what we were doing, maybe even make a comment that he enjoyed it too? That’s what you want, baby? Everyone to know how needy you are? How slutty you are for me?”

“Shit, Mike, I’m coming! I’m coming, I’m com–” you choked on your words from the climax running through your veins and how Michael’s palm covered your mouth, muffling your moans and whimpers as you clenched around his dick.

“I know you love getting off on the thought of them hearing you… but those sounds are only for me,” he growled into your ear, fucking you through your orgasm. “Come on, give me one more!”

His hand dipped between your thighs, fingers rubbing your sensitive skin, fucking you until he felt your body tremble, the wet sounds of your bodies moving together and your laboured pants the perfect soundtrack of your midnight adventure. Michael buried his face into your neck, teeth slightly sinking into your skin as he groaned, hips pumping quickly against your heat as he came. He sagged against your body, trying to catch his breath as he pulled out, and you felt his cum running down your thighs, warm and sticky, a sure sign of his claim on you.

“That was fucking hot, baby,” he pressed an open-mouth kiss against your neck where he bit you, fingers softly petting your hips.

“…do you think they heard us?” you let out a breathless giggle, wiggling under his body until he straightened up, tucking his cock back into his sweats before pulling your shirt over your ass to cover you up a bit.

“If they did then they got one hell of a show,” he gave you a toothy smile, a laugh paired with it as he pulled you to his chest, giving a light tap to your ass. “Come on, I’ll help you clean up.”

“I wanna finish my pie,” you gave Michael a pout, knowing he cannot resist it, and he rolled his eyes with a fond smile on his lips, reaching for the dessert on the counter before picking up two forks.

“We can have a picnic in bed, sure. But don’t blame me if I end up eating it off of you.”

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@mymindwide @fuckyeah5sostakemehome @suchalonelysunflower @talkfastromance4 @ashtonsunflower @in-superbloom @wiiildflowerrr @lovelywordsblog @heyitskelseaj @whentherosesbl00m

#michael clifford #michael clifford fic #michael clifford x reader #michael clifford smut #fiction time #mfic: sweet cherry pie #christmas blurb fest 2022

[apprenticestanheight]

hey! i forgot to send this in before so if you can’t take it i completely understand!

i was wondering if i could request something fluffy about adam — maybe cuddling with him after a long day with his head on your chest as you play with his hair 😻😻

Comfortable, Easy, Tired Silences - Adam Stanheight x gn! reader

Hi!! I'm so sorry that this took forever--if I'm remembering correctly you sent it like,, a day after my requests closed last month and I've been meaning to do it ever since--but I hope you like it!! I have this weird hybrid-y style of fics that I've done when I read a request and I go "blurb!!" and "set of headcanons!!" at the same time, so that's what this came out as, which I hope is all right!

Fic type- fluff!!

Warnings- none!!

so,, you and Adam both have particularly stressful weeks that culminate in a very long december friday.

For you, work is stressing you out beyond belief, but you're able to have weekends off and thats most of what keeps you going to get to friday afternoon.

For Adam, he's managed to find himself a spot in a gallery near the heart of the city and brainstorming ideas for a collection, only to have it vetoed by execs three times in four days was not the best way for the week to take shape. The other day was spent taking photos in the anticipation of being able to have a break from the stress that weekend despite the urge to make sure the photos turned out perfect with the filter he's testing.

So, you get home first. You shower, pull on one of Adams shirts and a pair of his boxer shorts because his clothes are closer to the door and you kind of just want to get dressed and then plop into bed, and debate grabbing the menu for the Chinese takeaway spot that delivers to your apartment despite the fact that something about the dumplings had tasted off the last time you'd ordered from them.

Adam shows up like, a half an hour after you do?? He grabs a pair of sweatpants and a towel from the dryer before going for a shower himself, and when he comes back into the room you share, you can't help but oogle him just a little.

Adam walks in with his sweatpants somewhat low on his waist, not having bothered with a shirt. His hair is dry because he'd dried it before calling the Chinese place you'd been debating ordering dinner from and you just. you have to grin a little.

"You like what you see?" Adam asks teasingly as he further enters the room. "Ordered us dinner from Elliots--they have weird dumplings but the rest of their menu is pretty damn good. How was work?"

"It was--well, work," you shrug and Adam joins you in bed, pressing a kiss to your shoulder and slipping his hands beneath your shirt to rest on your hips. "Crappy, which is becoming the norm. How was work on your end?"

"Crappy," Adam laughs and one of your hands goes to his hair, idly running through it to calm your racing mind. "It was work, Y/N. Nothing too great, though I finally got a theme for the collection that the gallery likes. Now I just have to worry about the photos."

His head is on your chest, hands on your bare hips, legs entangled with yours, and for the first time in a week, Adam Stanheight is happy.

For the first time in a week, your mind is also at ease. You feel like you can breathe again, almost, for the fact that neither of you are so busy as to not be able to give one another your undivided.

You relish in the first comfortable silence you've had with one another in too long, running a hand through Adams hair while he traces shapes against the skin of your hips and occasionally leans up to press a kiss against your shoulder.

They're the silences that the two of you have grown to love as your relationship has progressed--comfortable, easy, tired silences where neither of you will complain if the other one falls asleep.

Eventually, though, Adam is mumbling that he loves you while he's half asleep and you're responding while in very much the same state, and the two of you fall asleep that way. Your hand in Adams hair, lips near his forehead, Adams head on your chest and his hands resting on your hips.

It's the perfect end to a very long week and a longer day even still.

#adam stanheight #adam stanheight x reader #saw 2004 #saw franchise #leigh whannell

[sluttywonwoo]

idk wtf they’re called but hoshi doing those things where he lifts himself up like in that video where he was shirtless but he’s doing it like in the doorway of the walk in closet of his room one morning and you wake up to see him doing it facing you wearing only grey sweatpants but they’re rly low and you get so horny so quickly and poor thing doesn’t even realise what he’s doing to you he just smiles and says good morning but when you take off your shirt (his shirt) and your pj shorts and start touching yourself he starts to realise and makes his way back over to you

he was either doing pull-ups or chin-ups idr but it doesn’t matter bc he looked hot doing it

it’s the asscrack of dawn and your boyfriend’s ass is currently staring you in the face— at least that’s what it feels like as you watch him do pull-ups from across the room. he’s wearing nothing but those tight-fitting gray sweatpants you love so much, and they fit his body perfectly. they hang low on his waist, showing off his toned back, leaving little the imagination.

soonyoung probably hadn’t meant to wake you up, but it was hard to sleep with all of the grunting he was doing over there. you weren’t sure why he was up so early either. neither of you had anything to do today so you figured you’d both sleep in, but maybe he wanted to get a head start on the day…?

watching him work out was torture, especially when he chose to forgo a shirt. you quickly began to feel warm all over, your body reacting instinctively to the sight of your half-naked boyfriend.

as quietly as possible, you push back the covers and slide a hand into your shorts, rubbing yourself over your underwear. you have to bite your bottom lip to keep from moaning, though you’re convinced it’s pointless. you’re sure the frantic beating of your heart is loud enough for soonyoung to hear, but he just continues doing his pull-ups obliviously.

it isn’t long before the pressure on your clit isn’t enough for you. you need more, so you decide to go further and push your panties to the side so that you can push your fingers inside of yourself and soothe the ache of emptiness you’d been feeling. a sigh escapes you as pleasurable relief washes over you, and soonyoung notices immediately. he stops what he’s doing and drops from the pull-up bar, turning to face you.

“baby?” he asks, wiping his sweaty palms on his sweats. his eyebrows are furrowed in concern and you’re already hot with embarrassment. “you’re awake? are you okay?”

you swallow harshly and nod unconvincingly. “y-yes i’m fine, soonie.”

“you look-” he catches himself, gaze traveling down your body until he sees your hand down your pants. the shift in his attitude is instant. “oh, baby,” he coos condescendingly, lips curling up into a smirk. “poor thing, why didn’t you tell me?”

“didn’t want to bother you,” you whine. “you were busy.”

“i’m never too busy for you, my love,” he reminds you, kneeling on the bed beside you. “did you get all worked up watching me over there?”

“yes… you look so hot, soonyoung. and these pants-”

“i know you like them, baby. i remember the last time i wore them we never made it out of the house to do all those errands we’d planned to get done. you practically jumped my bones and we stayed in bed until you couldn’t feel your legs.”

“not my fault you’re so hot,” you mumble, making soonyoung laugh. “if you know what they do to me, why’d you wear them?”

“maybe i wanted this reaction.” he nods at the hand still in your shorts to emphasize his point. “i just didn’t think you’d be up so early.”

“you’re not very quiet when you exercise.”

he frowns apologetically, but you can tell it’s insincere. his fingers manage to find the waistband of your shorts in the same breath and he tugs at the elastic with a pout. “let me make it up to you?”

#answered #anon #seventeen smut #svt smut #soonyoung smut #hoshi smut

[struungout]

I tried my SMPDoll clothes sized for Haru Casting Day on Shin’s Dream Valley 51cm body. The sweatpants fit wonderfully, just a little loose in the waist, which underwear would fix, I’m sure. The baggy jeans sit real low on his hips, but they don’t look too bad! They’re designed to sit a little above Day’s ankles since they’re made to appear rolled up, so definitely workable! I plan to eventually get more fitted jeans for my tall boys in the future, so I’ll be sure to post pictures of how those fit on this boy. :)

As for the shirt…it just reminds me just how hilariously short the torso of this body is compared to the legs. xD; I was hoping this shirt would look okay on him, but it looks more like a nightgown on him bahaha. I guess Reigen and Jin-ho will be the ones keeping these shirts to themselves.

#ball jointed dolll #bjd hybrid #dream valley bjd #dream valley 51cm body #smpdoll #bjd fashion #my doll: shinichi okazaki #my camspam

[betweenthings2]

i have noticed some mentions of THE tattoo in your prompts and i love the idea that fictional!george is as obsessed with its extremely slutty placement as we are

if you would like to write a little blurb about him reacting to matty getting that tattoo/his thoughts on it or sth like that i for one would be veryyyyy grateful

Thank you for the ask!! This was titled 'The Slut Tattoo' in my drafts and I felt super normal looking for a picture of this tattoo to think about this.

Anyway, here's George reacting to The Slut Tattoo.

George comes home to find Matty sprawled out in the living room, shirtless, sweatpants low on his hips, one leg hooked over the arm of the couch. That's not really new, Matty seems like he's half allergic to being properly dressed, even when it's as cold as it is out, January gripping the world tight. George offers him a smile and a greeting, which Matty returns, stretching and arching his hips a bit. George does a double take.

Matty lounging shirtless isn't new, but what is new is the tattoo on his hip, a splash of bright ink on pale skin. George lets his eyes linger on it for a few moments then meets Matty's gaze. He looks very proud of himself.

"What do you think?" Matty asks.

"I think you seem awfully proud of yourself," is George's response as he crosses the room.

"I'm usually fairly proud of myself," Matty counters. "I think I'm brilliant."

George laughs. "No one would accuse you of being humble, would they?"

Privately, George is really quite moved by the tattoo--he's just not quite ready to give Matty the satisfaction. It's oddly emotionally moving, the text reads 'WE ARE KINGS,' a phrase George remembers having said to Matty one night when they were stoned and wandering the empty suburban streets. Matty later wrote it into a song, but to see it inked into his skin, forever, is something else. It's hot, too, of course it is, because it's Matty and because George is pretty sure that tattoos are generally hot. Plus, it's nothing short of slutty placement and he can't wait to press his fingers into the inked skin every time they fuck once it's healed.

Matty nods. "Humility isn't really one of my skills," he says, "that's true."

"I guess honesty is, though," George says.

"I can't just get by on being devastatingly attractive and talented alone."

"Like I said, humble," George repeats, urging Matty to sit up a bit so he can sit and have Matty's head in his lap.

Matty smiles up at him and asks again, "What do you think of it?"

George trails his fingers down Matty's bare skin to trace around the edges of the tattoo.

Matty bats his hand away, saying, "Don't touch it, you bastard, it's new."

"When'd ya get it?"

"Last week," Matty admits, "right after you left."

George frees his hand from Matty and traces around the tattoo again, pressing into Matty's soft skin and hums like he's thinking hard about something.

"D'ya like it?" Matty asks quietly. "I thought you would, but, do you?"

George nods. "It's fucking obscene, Matthew."

"Yeah, but do you like it?" Matty repeats, almost shy, almost self concious.

"Yeah, I like it," George responds. "'course I like it. It's you and it's obscene and it's the fucking sluttiest place you get a tattoo, 'sepcially with those low-waisted jeans you like."

"Slutty?" Matty echoes. "Are you calling me a slut?"

"No, I'm saying you have a tattoo in a slutty spot and I know you got it so you could drive me crazy with it," is George's answer. He runs a finger over Matty's hipbone, just below the tattoo.

Matty shivers slightly under George's fingers, and says, "'s still rude. You're not supposed to call someone you love a slut."

"Should I use a different word?" George offers. "Whorish? Slag-esque?"

Matty laughs. "Fuck you."

"You never cease to amaze me," George murmurs. He traces around the tattoo again saying, "I love this. Can't wait for it to heal."

"Yeah?" Matty prompts. "What are you gonna do then?"

"m gonna wreck you. I'm gonna touch you here," George ghosts his fingers over the middle of the tattoo, "and here," George's other hand over Matty's throat, "and here," a hand just between Matty's legs, "and 'm gonna make you feel so good."

"I'm gonna hold you to that," Matty says.

"Good."

#asks #my fic

[fakediorhandbag]

attempt number two: the quest to finally have a flattering pair of sweatpants

now, if you’re anything like me, i’m kind of an indecisive mess when it comes to style. in the past, my outfits consisted of an oversize band shirt and baggy sweatpants

but after a couple years of that, one day i looked in the mirror and was like “wait.. these pants look.. familiar”

yeah, definitely not the vibe in going for..

so now i have a ton of sweatpants that i never wear, and i don’t know what to do about it. do i buy more and waste money trying to find a pair that dont make me look weird?! nope!

i have a sewing machine and an iphone, which means i can pretty much do anything i want.

first thing i did was look at the pants that i have that i actually do like to wear. i realized that what i usually go for is low wasted, flared, or wide leg.

after doing some research (aka looking up sewing tutorials on tiktok because my attention span is rotted) i found two videos that told me exactly what i wanted to do.

PART ONE: making them low waisted

i honestly thought this would be harder, but after watching this video, it seemed pretty simple. but there’s a very scary part to this, which is actually measuring and cutting the fabric.

i’m not good at math, or anything to do with numbers, so i knew this was something i’d struggle with. my method was to just pull the pants down, and then make off the excess. is this a good plan? i don’t know, i’ve never done this before

it’s not a super big difference, so i think i’ll be fine.

the length was pretty much the same as my phone, so i just used that to mark it. maybe that’s not a good idea, but that’s a problem for future me. (and yes, i used an eyeliner pencil to mark it. i can’t keep saying this enough, i don’t actually know what i’m doing)

i also marked these other places. i couldn’t really tell from the video, but it looked like she also trimmed this part.

now, in this part of the video, she starts cutting. and i’m terrified of messing up. my mom suggested that i could sew first, so i could easily see what im doing. i don’t know if she’s right, but i trust my mom more than a random person online.

now.. onto the actual pants

the material is a lot thicker than what i was practicing on. maybe this is a bad thing. i chose to ignore it

probably shouldn’t have ignored it though. i ended up panicking and asking my mom for help just like i always do (love you mom)

yeah, not my brightest moment..

after a couple attempts, i finally got them to fit right. but now i have to deal with the bottoms

PART TWO: no more elastics!

i was originally going to follow this video, but i realized id have to adjust the length of each keg anyways because i’m way too short.

so instead, i just cut the cuffs right off! maybe i should’ve measured them, but i got lucky.

after that, i just sewed a simple hem (once again with my moms help)

after doing that on both legs, she also told me to add a slit on the sides to help achieve that wide-leg pants look. i did that, and then i did a similar hem on the raw edge. i don’t know if that slit was necessary (and i can’t tell if i love or hate the way it looks) but i did it, and it looks okay.

please excuse my awkward posing. i never know how to take photos of myself

#ids project

[wallahhbro]

My Derive

My Derive

1- Right as I'm getting ready to leave, I hear the sudden, albeit familiar, sounds of the Baladi Mizmar. I spent so much of my childhood daydreaming about learning how to play the instrument so I, too, could sell cotton candy. I rush to the window to take a quick video.

2- There aren't really any bus stops in Cairo. You just flag the bus down. You stand almost in the middle of the street, you find the bus driver's ceaselessly wandering gaze, and you communicate, by refusing to lower your gaze, that it's him you're waiting for!

The bus I have to take is almost always crowded. I sit next to a woman in her mid-forties and she spends (most of) the two hours we're on the bus chatting away to her friend on the phone. The only time she looks up is when she makes eye contact with me and asks if I would like to sit. She unintentionally genders me correctly. Passing as a man on public transportation has its benefits, but it makes me scared to think I could get found out.

She proudly flaunts her recent (unofficial) recognition at her workplace where she received a certificate as part of the "female cadres" of what sounded like a government agency.

3A- I sit on a bench somewhere. The first things I notice are always people's shoes.

Open toe brown leather sandals. I catch glimpses of them as his grey jalabiya rises when he walks. His jalabiya looks to be from Upper Egypt. I know just enough to know he's not from the Delta. He has a strong moustache and a stubble. His hair couldn't be more than a centimeter in length. He's talking on the phone as he passes by. His phone looks to be one of those impossibly old Nokia or Samsung. I can't make out much of what he says, just enough to know that he's in Cairo for business. It's only 5 PM, but I can imagine he has a long way back ahead of him.

A pair of white and grey New Balance. Short yellow socks. She walks with a bounce. But she's clearly in a rush. Young enough to walk with confidence, but old enough not to flaunt it down any Cairene streets. Black sweat pants. They look like the kind that would make shuffling sounds as soon as you touched them. A blue knee pad sits atop her right leg. Bright red shirt. I recognise this red anywhere! Al Ahly is just around the corner and she's clearly heading to practice. She carries a light pink and blue backbag. I wonder what sport she plays. If I had to guess, I would say probably handball.

Clean white sneakers. There is a group of boys that hangs near the shop. He must be no older than 15, right in the awkward stage of having a body that seems to be too old for him. He's wearing a cool pair of sweatpants that differs primarily from the girl's in that it is definitely not meant for workout. It's tight and sits relatively low on his waist. He chose to pair it with a black shirt that almost makes it all the way down to his knees. His hair is his most distinctive feature: big and a little out of control with some loose curls. He puts his hands in his pocket and pulls out a pack of cigarettes. He lights one mid conversation, but his motion looks just awkward enough that you can tell smoking is a recent development. He puts one hand on his friend's shoulder as he speaks loudly, and he throws his head back as he laughs. These guys are not going anywhere. The street is theirs, or at least, they don't notice the street enough to register it as a public space that serves any purpose past their togetherness.

4- Trees in Cairo coexist with the urban in a way that certainly differs from any other place I have lived. To be sure, there are parks, of course, but that is not where most of us encounter a tree. They blend so seamlessly as our neighbours that it took me this exercise to notice that the street where I live has 5 tress of its own.

5- "What are you thinking about today?"

The door will always creak. Monotonous. Consistent. Concrete. And with time, familiar.

6A- "How do you feel recently?"

7- If I think about the biggest differences I've noticed in Faisal over the last 10 years, my brain immediately jumps to the changes in the demographics following, first, the war in Syria, and, more recently, in Yemen. In this low-to-middle class neighbourhood, many refugees have now built their own lives with new restaurants popping up every day.

The first picture of  ̔rbiyit elfoul is a prime example of thing power. Just the image of the parked cart, before it starts its morning service, is enough to reference, with the casualness of ubiquity, a longstanding history of early morning Cairene breakfast, where daily labourers and wage employees come together to grab a cheap bite.

In the second image, Karam El-Sham, which translates to generosity of the Levant, stands at a highly spectacular location, a testemant to its Syrian owners' success in the last 10 years. I remember when the franchise first started in the early 2010s following the wave of incoming Syrian refugees in Egypt. Now, the franchise spans at least 3 locations across Cairo and one in Alexandria. By now, most of their customers are Egyptians.

In contrast to their Syrian counterpart, the Yemeni refugees remain relatively newcomers to the Cairene scene. As opposed to franchises in spectacular locations or casual food carts in the street, their restaurants themselves often serve as integral communal locations. Right next to Reem Al-Yemen, which serves Yemeni food and drinks, stands a Yemeni bakery, and a small Yemeni-owned office for "real estate and public services". Despite being only a minute away from my house, my family (and I suspect most Egyptian families in the street) has yet to try Reem Al-Yemen.

[fatass-verified]

My main goal this summer is to not sweat, I barely ever used to sweat before but ever since I gained weight I started sweating again, was barely cold this winter too I used to wear like seven layers to school and still be cold, this year I was getting sweaty with three layers in the middle of winter, this gotta go back to how it used to, I can already feel like myself a bit more, yesterday my dad was sweating and I was sitting cozy with a sweater on I wasn't cold but I was wearing a sweater so that's better, also I wear a sweater when I go for a walk cuz where I walk is usually windy and a lot of people walk there too (deadass ruins my walks tho I try to avoid walking besides people so I have to step off the sidewalk while passing people and when there's enough people for me to spend half my walk on the street I leave lol) and everyone was in summer clothing when I was wearing a sweater, typical me, happy to have myself back tho, there's still a long way but it's comforting knowing my body is going back to how I'm used to it being, I literally couldn't recognize myself this passed summer deadass like my body was behaving like never before and it was freaking me out

#meee #also my cousins got me leggings on chritsmas and if you know me you know I's hang myself before wearing leggings but whatever #yeah I have no idea why they thought gifting me dark grey leggings was a good idea #I don't even own clothes that go with dark grey and I KNOW they know #all my clothes are dark colors so I can only wear black and light jeans colored pants #anyway it's a bit small actually #and my sweatpants' legs are too short for my liking AND low waisted so I can't wear those to my walk #well I can but I don't want to #anywayy I didn't wanna wear jeans to my walk cuz that's unpractical #also I don't wanna wear out my jeans I can't afford new ones lol #and with my legs the size they are now I'll poke a whole on my thighs in no time #so I decided to wear the leggings even tho they're a bit tight #not uncomfortably tight just need to lift them yo every 10 minutes kinda tight #and when I came back home and sat down on a chair and looked down at my thighs #holy fuck they are massive #I used to wear leggings all the time for a while because I didn't own pants and my cousin gave me one she doesn't wear anymore #and my legs were like half what they are now... #gay side of me is like fuck yeaaaaaaah big juicy tasty thighs #ed side of me is like ew wtf how did you let yourself go this bad and get this fat #being into big girls AND being a thigh person while wanting to be emaciated is hard lol

[sukirichi]

cold (m.)

request. soft nsfw scenario with gojo and his s/o on winter ♡

cw. cockwarming, sleepy sex, dom! gojo, “kitten” as a pet name, overstimulation, creampie, slight nipple play, explicit smut

note. sorry for the late request completion, but here it is, thank you for requesting on my milestone event! i’m not sure if this was “soft” enough since i got carried away, but i hope you like it!

Flakes of snow crumpled outside, heaps of stark white outlining the pavement and frosting the green leaves that had now been concealed from view. From outside, you could see the neighbors’ dogs happily chasing one another, their paws sinking from the cold. Smiling to yourself, you buried deeper in the covers and into your main source of heat, who was still snoring softly as he enjoyed his rare day off’s from work.

Twisting to your side, you cupped Satoru’s face, feeling warmth blossom from your chest and onto your palms. He looked so pretty like this – crystal hair and lashes relaxed, dusting just above his eyelids and his glossy lips still moisturized even from the biting cold.

You ran a thumb to his lips, thinking how unfair it was that he looked so ethereal even when asleep.

It was a nice sight to see your boyfriend out from his teacher’s uniform, clad in black sweatpants and an equally dark sweatshirt that now hung low to expose his defined collarbones. Tempting, he was, especially since his arm was lazily draped over the curves of your hips, large, rough hands cupping your ass even if he’s in dreamland. You wondered what he’s thinking about – you, perhaps? hopefully. It would be a shame if he had something else in mind, and in a sudden wave of jealousy, you snuggled closer to him, your head buried in his chest.

From above you, Satoru stirred. His movements were miniscule, unsure, and still sleepy for the first few seconds, until his wandering hands grazed over your skimpy shorts (mostly as an excuse to absorb his warmth skin-to-skin) and onto the plump flesh of your ass.

“Morning,” he croaked out, voice still heavily laced with sleep. “What’re you doing there, kitten?”

“Nothing,” you shook your head and pecked him on the lips, taking the man by surprise, though he didn’t pull away. Both of you enjoyed each other’s presence in the moment – with him smiling sleepily at you, his fingers tracing patterns on your legs that are mingled with his, and with you grinning up at him like you were the happiest person in the world. And well, you were. “Baby,” you started, using your most docile tone that you knew always had him weak, accompanied with wide eyes and a puppy pout. “I don’t want to leave bed but we need to eat soon. We’ve been sleeping for like, half a day already.”

Satoru’s cerulean eyes gleamed with mischief. “I think we’ve been doing more than just sleeping and that’s why we can’t leave the bed. You see, my little kitten has unfortunately bound me to the bed with her deceiving nature as a temptress.”

“Stop!” you whacked his chest playfully, your cheeks only burning further with heat the louder he laughed at you.

It was true – the laziness and comfort the cold brought, along with the need to just be impossible close to each other made getting out of bed seem such like a daunting task. If that wasn’t enough, he’d also taken you in different ways, keeping up to his word that he would fuck you on every corner of the house if that was what need be. As a result, your legs ached. Satoru took the liberty to carrying you pretty much everywhere, but it also came with the price that he’d pull your undies down just the next second, stuffing either his fingers or cock deep into your heated cunt.

Satoru effortlessly captured your wrist to stop you from your measly attacks, grabbing you until you were draped all over his body. With your weight on top of his, legs straddled on either sides of his waist, you regarded one another with so much sensations – of adoration, of lust, of need, of love.

Your boyfriend leaned upwards, pressing his forehead to yours until he was close enough to graze your nose against his. “I want you,” he breathed out hotly, his hands already on their way to squeeze your perked ass. “It’s too cold – warm me up?”

“Nasty little bugger,” you teased, but made quick work of shoving his pants down anyway.

Thanks to his teasing and your overall undeniable attraction for your boyfriend, your body felt like it was incessantly burning, but you had a duty to please him, otherwise he’d be whiny and bother you the rest of the day with his neediness. So with a roll of your eyes that was accomplished with faux annoyance, you slipped his cock out of his boxers – unsurprisingly, Satoru was already hard – and slipped him inside your mouth.

Satoru sighed, whispering finally under his breath as he relaxed back on the pillows. You let him stay there, cock hard and throbbing, but he didn’t seem to show any indication he wanted to fuck. After last night’s activities where you accidentally scratched the leather couch open from when he took you from behind, ass cheeks sore and bruised from the roughness of his palm’s impact onto yours, he must be really tired, and your legs still trembled until now.

You settled on your side to make yourself comfortable. Eyes closed and breathing softly, your mouth was the only thing that kept his cock warm. He twitched every now and then, his soft, curled hairs tickling your cheek.

His fingers began to thread your hair for some light patting; silent appreciation for how sweet you were to him. A few minutes passed where the both of you stayed there, almost on the brink of falling back to sleep again from the laxness winter always came with, until Satoru groaned, pushing your head off away from his cock. Blinking up at him, your eyelashes fluttered against your cheeks in confusion.

Satoru didn’t speak.

He simply pulled you towards him, but twisted your body before you could kiss him. His actions made you huff in disappointment, and your boyfriend chuckling under his breath did nothing to alleviate your protests that you warmed his cock up for him but wouldn’t even let you kiss him.

“Hmm, I just want things to be fair for us,” he hummed against your neck, fingers splayed out over your belly. Satoru’s hands were cold from under his oversized shirt that you wore, and you tried to push him away, though the guy was too stubborn to let go. In your irritation to make yourself comfortable, you failed to register that he was already tugging your shorts aside, groaning deep when the tip of his cock slid over your wet, pussy lips. “Fuck, kitten, no panties? You were really that bare around me the whole night? I bet you’re not wearing a bra too.”

“Why don’t you find out for yourself?”

Easy to taunt as usual, his cold fingers trailed up from your stomach and onto your erect nipples, which he rolled playfully between his digits. Gasping from the stark contrast of your warm skin on his chilled ones, you ended up falling back on his arm under your head, shivering and clenching your jaw the longer he toyed with them.

His chest reverberated against your back from his laughter. You hated how sexy he sounded even when he wasn’t remotely trying to be tempting.

“You’re so cold.”

“Push me away then,” he smirked onto your hair, leaving little butterfly kisses over your cheeks that he could reach. Scoffing in protest, you cuddled closer to his arm and pushed your ass back to his erection to shut him up. “Oh,” he chuckled, “Did I make my kitten mad?”

“Shut up and put it inside me.”

“Your wish is my command, kitten.”

Your eyes shut tight as he slipped himself inside you, his long cock stretching you so good. Each inch of his cock slid in wonderfully, your walls accommodating and hugging him like he was meant to stay there and only there. The both of you released contented sighs now that he was seated deep inside you, his pelvis flat on the curve of your ass. His hands remained cupping your breasts as he mumbled sweet nothings into the crook of your neck, his body finally warm and your positions comfortable.

You would’ve happily fallen asleep like this – your head on his arm, his body locked around yours so tightly that you felt safe and protected, the curtain of his affection like a midnight lullaby to soothe you into slipping.

Then he started moving.

It started slow at first; slow, experimental thrusts that felt more like he was just wiggling to make himself comfortable. You chided at him for it, but the idiot only chuckled, complaining that you were ‘too tight and suffocating him.’ After telling him he could pull out and be deprived of your heat, he immediately shut up and only hugged you tighter, playfully sinking down his teeth over your neck to snarl, “Never. This little kitty is mine.”

You knew he was teasing you. It was evident from the way he slid in and out in an excruciatingly slow manner, as if trying to see if he could pull out those soft moans from your pretty lips that were wrapped around his cock that was now inside you just seconds ago.

Of course you wanted to moan. Of course you wanted to bask in this pleasure; his dick throbbing inside you, your walls clenching around him that granted you sharp intakes of breath from your rather unbothered boyfriend – but you just didn’t want to. Sure, maybe you were being bratty, but didn’t he love it? Besides, it only urged him to be a little rougher with you, a little meaner, to move a little faster and fuck you a little harder. It didn’t really take much to be reduced into the lovely kitten that mewled and clawed at his wrists.

This was something Satoru knew very well, and it really wasn’t beyond your boyfriend to push you over the edge.

Even with your back turned to him, you could feel his devious smirk hot on your skin, his nimble fingers slipping down to play with your clit. Now that elicited a whimper from you, and his snickers did nothing to alleviate the torturous pleasure he fucked you with.

Satoru kept flicking his fingers side to side until your clit throbbed between his fingers, the little bundle of nerves red and swollen just for his taking. Just as you were losing mind, he pushed your hair away from your neck and dipped his tongue into the shell of your ear, where his masculine groans and restrained pants harmonized beautifully with the little please’s you kept chanting over and over again. His cock was also relentless as he fucked into you, his hips godly into thrusting right at your sweet spot that had you viewing your room white like the snow that padded outside.

“Hnggr – T’Toru, too much—” you gripped at his wrist in an attempt to slow him down a little. He felt too good and too hot; at this pace, you couldn’t guarantee you could prolong your orgasm a little more, and you didn’t want to cum too early. “Baby, I—”

“You’ll take it,” he insisted, the grip he now had on your hips close to bruising. However, there was still that fact that you were his precious kitten that lingered at the back of his mind that prevented him from going too rough to you. The last thing he wanted was to break you, especially when he planned on fucking you until your pussy took in the shape of his cock and he’d fucked you too stupid that you remembered nothing else but his name. “You’re a good kitten, aren’t you? You can take it. Hold on a little longer for me.”

Your moans only turned to spur him on. You lay there limp like a ragdoll as he used you as he pleased, his hips snapping deep into yours until your mouth had fallen open, too shocked and drunken in pleasure to form a coherent thought.

“Feels so good,” your walls tightened around him, fingers laced around his veiny wrist that was still very much planted between your legs.

Satoru ignored the feverish manner of you rubbing your legs together, attacking you and ravishing you however he desired simply because why not. He was everywhere on you – his cock stretching you out and reaching places not even your toys could ever wander, his fingers rubbing and rolling your clit, his tongue and teeth leaving marks on the abused patch of skin on your neck and shoulders the longer he marked his territory with his scent on his signature. Not that he needed to since you would forever be his, but he didn’t want to take the chance.

“Fuck, kitten, so fucking tight for me,” he praised before his other hand gripped your boob, the pleasure too burning and overwhelming that you tipped your head back, knocking back on his chest where his heartbeat jumped and skipped even from underneath his shirt. “Oh, you always make me feel so good, always warming me up, huh?”

“Yes, yes, fuck, now please, I wanna cum,” you whined desperately, catching his lips at the same time his pace increased and made your body tremble. “Satoru,” you cried in between the kiss, hoping that he’d listen to your please this time. “Baby, too much, p-please?”

“Cum for me,” Satoru encouraged, rolling his hips in time with you meeting his cock thrust by thrust. He held onto your boob like it was his lifeline, everything he was doing igniting fireworks to explode within you. With one final, teasing pinch to your engorged clit, Satoru pushed you to the edge and you came around him, hard. The aftershocks of your orgasm were ridden out the longer he fucked himself deep into you, withering down fucked-out mumblings of please, it’s too much left unheard by his ears. Your walls clamped down around his cock the longer he stimulated you, and you were crying around him from the sensations bursting within you, the tears dripping down to his shirt.

Finally, his thrusts grew sloppy – a sign he was close. Satoru stilled his hips inside you, buried to the hilt and his skin flushed hot next to yours before you felt him spill his seed right into your warmth.

The feeling of both your cum dripping out your pussy lips were halted when Satoru pulled one last thrust, shushing you with a kiss when you moaned brokenly from the movement. You panted in his arm afterwards, holding onto his bicep and the sheets for dear life. He refused to pull out as he gathered you into his chest, kissing your tear-stained cheeks and wet lashes with a tenderness so alien to his dominance in bed.

“Shhh, shhh, you’re alright, I got you, kitten,” he soothed, brushing your hair away from your damp skin.

The heat on your bodies were immediately replaced by the biting cold, and you kissed him back once you were settled, sighing into the sweetness of his mouth and everything that was Satoru.

“’Em tired,” you eventually mumbled, too exhausted to bother cleaning up the mess he’d left between your legs.

You were thankful that he hadn’t pulled out yet, otherwise his load would drip further down your thighs and make a mess on the sheets – something you didn’t want to be bothered with.

As if sensing that you needed to be pampered now more than ever, your boyfriend nodded behind you, wiggling his lips one last time to make himself comfortable inside you. His warmth was comforting and more than welcomed, so much so that you momentarily forget his cum was still inside you. Satoru didn’t stop in caressing your skin, rolling the knots of your shoulders until you were growing sleepy before him, legs and bodies in a tangled mess similar brought about by the winter’s result to crave heat. And in the presence of your boyfriend, you were once falling back to into dreamland, but not before Satoru left one last reminder.

“Rest as much as you need, kitten,” Satoru whispered into the hollow of your ear, his tongue poking out to slowly coax you into the blissful lull of slumber. “You’re gonna need it for when I keep fucking you until winter passes.”

#gojo x reader #gojo x reader smut #gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru smut #gojou satoru smut #gojou satoru x reader smut #gojou x reader #gojou satoru x reader #jujutsu kaisen #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader smut #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader romance #jujutsu kaisen imagines #jujutsu kaisen scenarios #gojo satoru scenarios #gojo satoru imagines #gojou satoru scenarios #gojou satoru imagines #gojo x you #gojou satoru x you #gojou satoru x you smut #gojo satoru x you smut #suki: 2.4k milestone event

[junisfics]

1:44 AM* — Eren Jaeger

Pairing: Fuckboy! Eren x Reader

Word Count: 1.8k

Summary: You and Eren's relationship status has always been up in the air... but you'll always be the one he texts in the middle of the night looking to get his dick wet

Content: Unestablished Relationship, Mutual Pining, Love Confessions

Content Warnings: Smut/ Nsfw 18 + (Breeding Kink)

minors can read, but please don't interact (like, comment, reblog)

you hear your phone buzz a few times beside you, vibrating and shifting around on the wood of the nightstand as you turn yourself over to grab it.

‘come over’ ‘y/n, please’

two messages from eren jaeger. 1:44 in the morning. and although his messages were vague, you knew exactly what he wanted. it was the same thing he always wanted.

you sigh, unplugging your phone and rolling over to your back. if you were to scroll up, all the messages ever sent between you two would mirror the ones that were sent only moments ago. and even though you hated how he was using you to his own satisfaction, you could never tell him no. 

‘now?’ you reply, but you already know the answer.

‘yes’ ‘need you so bad’ 

his response sends butterflies erupting in your stomach and makes your face grow hot. you know it was a manipulation tactic, saying ‘you’ instead of ‘it. he had handfuls of other girls that would be more than willing to fulfill his late night needs. but it still makes your heart swell, it makes you feel special.

you slip out from under your sheets, swinging your legs over the side of your bed and tugging off your sweatpants and panties to replace them with pretty baby blue ones and a pair of light grey cotton shorts. you do the same with your tee-shirt, trading it for navy, straight-bottomed sweatshirt that was your dad’s in college.

you take a moment to brush your teeth before slipping on some shoes, grabbing your keys, and getting in your car to drive halfway across town to eren’s complex.

over time, eren has used his living-alone situation very much to his advantage. he’s also used his good looks to his advantage. so whenever he wants, he finds a girl, brings her home, and fucks her senseless until she comes crawling back for more.

but as much as they beg, eren almost never ever gives them seconds. and up until his sophomore year in college, there were only five other girls that he’d gotten with more than once. and until he met you, there was no one else who was consistently getting with him.

you had met him at a party, fucked him in his car, then expected it to be a one night stand type thing. but not even four days later, an unknown number had texted you asking to meet up again. and it was eren.

and ever since that party over a year ago, the hookups were consistently inconsistent. sometimes eren would want you twice a day, everyday, for a week straight. and sometimes he would go a month without messaging you.

and it made you so happy but so hurt at the same time; to have to go without him, someone you've fallen so badly in love with, for so long hurt terribly, but to always have him coming back for you made you swell with pride.

the moment you rap your knuckles against his door, it's swung open. and behind the door stands a shirtless and visibly flustered eren. his face was blushed red and his chest was heaving with every heavy inhale he took.

the moment he can get ahold of you, he does. eren grabs your arms and yanks you inside, only to close the door then press you up against it with his lips on yours.

you can't help but giggle against his lips, "well, hello to you too"

but eren responds by leaning down to grab your thighs and wrapping them around his waist, pressing your back up against the door and kissing you harder.

as surprising as it was, this wasn't new. eren has his moments where he would just want a quick fuck and that's all, he'd skip the small talk and just bend you over.

you can already feel his cock hard against the inside of your thigh, pressing through his sweatpants and grinding against you. you wonder how long he was like this before he texted you...

you let your hands come up to hold his face in your hands as you kiss him back, matching his desperation. your tongues are already sliding against each other, licking into your open mouths and swallowing down and escaping moans.

he was so desperate, so so desperate, you could almost feel his body trembling with arousal and desire. his grip was borderline painful, fingers digging into the soft flesh of your thighs and his teeth were knocking against your own. it was so rushed, so primal.

he pulls you off the door, still holding you against him and his face still in your hands as he blindly finds his way to his bedroom and drops you onto the bed, your back hits the mattress

eren crawls over you again, taking your neck in his right hand gently as he kisses you once more.

he grinds his hips against yours, sliding his clothed cock over your cunt, dragging the weight of it over your clit until you're whimpering at the sensation.

his left hand slides lower, down your torso and to your hip to grab ahold of your waistband.

"off, off now." he mutters, pushing at the fabric until you aid him in sliding it down your thighs.

once your shorts are off, he pushes his own pants just below his hips and frees his cock. he had went commando, no boxers, no briefs, no nothing under those sweatpants.

and once again you're wondering, 'how long has he been like this' and 'what was he doing before this'... but you know the answer.

his fingers on one hand nimbly grab the inner crease of your panties, pulling them aside while the other hand braces by your head as he slides the head of his cock through your accumulated arousal.

he only lets it slide over your clit a few times to watch you twitch beneath him before he brings it back down to your entrance and pushes inside you with one steady thrust.

"fuck me," he spits, head dropping forward to watch the way your hips tilt into his thrust. his hand beside your head hastily grabs the hem of your sweatshirt to push the waist of it up past your tits before coming back down next to you.

"oh my god," you whine, your right hand coming up to grab the wrist of his now planted hand, your other holding your sweater up your chest for him.

he could fuck you stupid every goddamn day of your life and you'd still never get used to the feeling of his cock filling you.

his arm shakes under the pressure of holding him up, and really only then does it hit you how badly he needed you.

"how — how long were you like this?" you breathe, circling your hips against his, your clit grinding against his pelvis.

"so fucking long. you have no idea what you do to me. 'was thinking about fucking you all day — god. m'fucking hand wasn't enough." he grunts, pulling himself out of you real slow, savoring the your cunt grips him, "the others weren't enough... needed you."

you can only let out a shaky moan at his response. it made your entire body run a degree hotter than it already was. never before has he so openly voiced his thoughts about you outside of sex, never before told you that he's thought about you while jerking himself off.

he slides his cock back in again, a low groan bubbling up from his throat as he does so. he'll never get over the way your body shakes as he reaches his hilt.

"yeah?" you encourage him to keep talking, wanting to hear him admit it again — needing to hear how much he wanted you, was desperate for you.

"fuck, yeah. you're the only one who takes my cock so well, they — god — they don't squeeze me the way you do." he groans, jaw dropping open as he finally picks up his pace

every thrust he takes he slightly increases his speed until his hips are slapping against yours and sending your pretty tits back and forth.

eren doesn't know where to look. he's stuck between watching your face melt in pleasure, watching your pretty little cunt stretch around his cock, or watching your pretty tits bounce in front of him. god you were so perfect for him.

"'s why i keep coming back to you," he pants, his free hand taking your jaw in his grasp as he brings his forehead against yours, "wanna be inside you forever, wanna see your stupid pretty face forever, wanna hear you beg for me forever."

"eren —" you cry, so overwhelmed both physically and mentally. you look into his beautiful jade eyes, watching his pupils dialate with lust — love — as he continues to fuck himself into you

"want this pussy to be mine, 's gonna be mine, y/n. you're gonna be mine." he says, his hold on your jaw growing tighter as he keeps pushing into you over and over and over.

"please, please — wanna be yours" you choke out these pathetic broken sobs that make eren's hearth ache so wonderfully. there were tears swelling on your lash line.

it was pathetic how wound up he's got you in minutes, but the way he's filling you, the way he's talking to you... it's all too too much

"love this cunt —" he breathes, eyes flitting to watch himself fill you, "love your pretty tits, love you. god, i love you — fuck — let me fill you, 'need to fill you, let me cum inside please."

your heart hurts. it hurt so fucking bad but so fucking god. it was all caught in your throat, swelling and choking you up.

you can only nod in his hand, those tears drip past your lashes and stream hot down your cheeks, "please, please cum inside, fill me up. make me yours, eren, i love you — 'always loved you"

your voice is raspy and you can barely hear yourself, but eren hears you. eren hears your confession and it sends him over the edge, and with a low groan, he pushes himself to the hilt and spills his release inside you

"god, yes," your moans are broken as you cum around his cock, squeezing him so nice and milking him of everything he's got

and your release is more than physical. it feels like a dam has broken over, been flooded and poured out to him. you were holding it in for so goddamn long and it's out.

eren holds you against him, holding you so tight because now he's got you.

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Dryhumping with Ateez

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Ask:  If you're okay with writing it, could I request dryhumping with ateez?

Haven’t written a request for Ateez in a minute. This is fun!

Suggestive so... under the cut

Hongjoong: 

The room was filled with heavy breathing as your fingers toyed with the hair on the back of his neck. Hongjoong was so incredibly frustrated, being pressed between you and the couch, still fully clothed. But it was just too risky to take it all off, the thought of someone walking, too risky. So you opted for this, your kisses turning sloppy as you rolled your hips over his. 

You could feel how hard he was through his sweatpants, groaning as your hips stalled. “Don’t stop.” Hongjoong sighed against your lips, his hands moving down to your hips to push you down on him harder. You smiled into the kiss due to his actions, then bit down on his lip slightly, just to drive him a little more insane.

His breathing got heavier as you moved to nip at his neck, just loving every little response you could get. It made it even more satisfying that you could get this response from him, when all of your clothes were on. 

“God if we weren’t in Eden’s studio-” 

Seonghwa: 

Seonghwa had been pining after you all day, even though it was just a rare lazy day at the dorm. But he hadn’t acted on it. Not until you joined him on the couch and he couldn’t help himself but climb on top of you. 

Settled between your legs, you wrapped your legs around his waist. Just so you could bring him closer as he bit down on the skin of your neck, making you gasp. His sweatpants were sitting low on his hips as he grinded against you, your hands resting on the skin of his lower back to push him against you harder. You needed the friction. “Off.” He mumbled into your neck, lifting your shirt in the process. 

It got tossed to the other side of the room, leaving you in your shorts and not much else. You pushed his hips down on you further as his hands groped at your skin and leaving you gasping. 

“Nice to know I can get you like this with all of my clothes on.” 

Yunho: 

The second you walked into his room in that skirt, it was game over for him. The moment you walked in, he pulled you into his lap as he sat in his desk chair. Yunho’s hands found their way to your ass as you settled, straddling his lap and he massaged the flesh. His fingers toyed with the fabric of your panties before pushing you down on him. 

“You look so pretty.” Yunho said, pushing you down on his clothed bulge again and making you gasp. The thin fabric of your underwear wasn’t doing much to prevent fiction or stopping you from feeling how excited he was. You wrapped your arms around his neck and kissed him, but continued rolling your hips over his. 

You could already feel yourself getting close, maybe it was his harsh grip on you, but you could feel yourself dripping through your underwear. The feeling made you moan against his lips as your hips stuttered, only for his hands to push you down on him once more. 

“Keep going, don’t stop until you cum.” 

Yeosang: 

He was shy about it, wanting to touch you, but you just seemed so focussed on the movie that he didn’t dare to make the move. Simply opting for spooning you instead, but you could feel his hard on pressing into your back and it made you feel like you needed to take the first step. 

You turned around in Yeosang’s arms, surprising him and then pressed him back into his mattress. It took him a moment but he understood what you were doing, helping you straddle his waist and allowing your clothed core to sit on top of his. He smiled at you, brushing your hairs out of your face as you ground your hips down on his.  

“Next time just tell me.” You said softly and grabbed his hands, pinning them over his head as you rolled figure eights with your hips. He looked at you with those cloudy eyes and parted lips as he let out a groan. 

“I promise I will, just please don’t stop.” 

San: 

San’s tongue grazing over the skin of your neck, it sent you spiraling. You felt drunk on him, so much so that clothes didn’t need to come off. So now there you were, in the backseat of the van praying to God no one would come in because you needed sweet release. 

Pulling your hair, your back arched into him as he continued bucking his hips up into yours. You reached to pull his shirt off, only for him to stop you and tut. “I’m in the middle of schedule, I can’t get undressed.” He smirked at you, feeling the speed of your hips picking up on his. “Just going to have to get off like this.” He added on and leaned back, to watch you get off. 

“Not fair.” You choked out between breaths, grinding down on him a little harder just wanting to cum. He let out a chuckle and his hand moved to grip the back of your neck to keep you steady. 

“I never said anything about being fair.” 

Mingi: 

His sweet touches were what got you here, pressed between him and the little couch in the studio. Mingi’s hips rolled slowly over your clothed core and his face was burried into your neck. Small whimpers coming from his lips as your fingers threaded through his hair. 

“I really want to be inside you.” His voice nearly cracked due to need, presing his clothed bulge against you harder. You moaned at his words and actions, your hand moved his head so that you could look at his face. His hooded eyes locking with yours before kissing you harshly. 

His tongue fought with yours as his hands moved up your body, his hips keeping their brutal pace. His breathing picking up substantially because he was so close to cumming. The fact that he was still fully clothed really just turned him on even more. 

“I feel so close already.” 

Wooyoung:

It had started out with a dance video he had seen one day, one dancer lays on the ground while the other, for lack of better word: grinds on them. Wooyoung knew what he was doing when he asked you to lay on the ground and well, now you were here. With him between your legs and greedily sucking marks onto your collarbones. 

“This was your plan wasn’t it?” You gasped, feeling sweatpant covered bulge press against you. “Maybe.” He smiled at you cheekily and you bucked your hips to meet his. “You’re lucky -” You got cut off by the feeling of his hands gripping your thighs, pulling you closer. “That I don’t mind.” You finished your sentence and he laughed again. 

You were completely caged between him and the floor, his arms by your head to support his weight. Frustrated, you moved to push his sweatpants down and he stopped you. 

“I wanna see just how worked up I can get you with our clothes on... think of it as an experiment.” 

Jongho: 

It had started with you just needing a spot to sit and opted for his lap, you didn’t quite mean to work him up in front of the others. So now you were here, straddling his waist on his bed while the others were sat in the living room.  

Jongho moved your hair out of your face as you rolled your hips over his, his hands then moving under your shirt sneakily. The action garnered a smile from you, especially as he cupped your chest and egged on your actions. “You have no idea how badly I wanna rip your clothes off. But I’m scared they’re gonna walk in.” He explained softly and you whimpered. Just really wanting him to ruin you. 

He flipped your both over, pressing you into the sheets and grinding down on you. “Guess this will just have to suffice.” He mumbled before kissing you roughly, hands still groping at your chest as he dry fucked you. 

“But later, either when they’re asleep or if they leave, all of this is coming off.” 

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morning wood -

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note | this scenario kept nagging my mind so i had to write this. warnings | morning sex, nsfw, unprotected sex, creampie category | smut/fluff wc | 1k+  pairing | eren jeager & f!reader

“shit.”

eren sits up, running a large hand through his messy brown hair, half in a bun, the other half falling out to the sides of his face. he groans in annoyance, eyes looking down at the growing problem in his sweatpants. he’s hard. 

incredibly hard. 

he could solve his problem in one of two ways. one, either by himself with his own hand, but that wouldn’t be much relief. or two… eren’s emerald eyes trail over the bed, landing on your sleeping form besides him, your chest slowly rising up and down in synchronized breaths, your back facing him. palming his still growing erection over his sweatpants, he decides to go with two.

 snuggling into your body, eren wraps his arm around you, burying his nose in the crook of your neck. you stir only a tiny bit, leaning into eren’s touch subconsciously. he kisses your ear lobe, slowly pressing his hard-on into your ass. “baby.” he whispers in your ear, planting another soft kiss. “wake up.” 

you groan, responding to his advances in your sleep and pushing back into him. eren kisses your jaw, shimmying his other arm underneath your body, pulling you close. he softly calls your name, voice raspy from just waking up. 

“eren?” your eyes still closed, you slightly rubbed your ass against his crotch, moving up and down in a lazy manner. eren’s buries his face into your hair, inhaling your scent with a sweet sigh while he grinding into you, causing you to let out a tired moan. he placed a series of kisses south, reaching the nape of your neck, slowly traveling his large palms up your stomach to right under your breasts. “i need you..” his voice was low and raspy, hot air landing on your body, desperation sounding. 

you made a soft noise in reply, sleep still heavy, but a heating sensation pooling at the bottom of your stomach. you pressed into him harder, erens hands now cupping the bottom of your breast, thumbs circling your nipples over your shirt. his already hard bulge grew even harder in his boxers, your ass slowly rubbing on it. 

eren groans lowly, finding his way to your ear. “i need you so bad right now. can i?” he whispers. brain going foggy, you eagerly nod your head. “i need you too eren,” you manage to mumble out, turning your head to view his figure. eren snaps, his pink lips meeting yours urgently, kissing you with raw desperation. eren’s hands eagerly roam your body, caressing every curve and dip. you gasped, feeling him drag his mouth down your neck, wet tongue sliding into your collarbone.

your hands find his abs, slowly sliding down feeling the hard ripples, and eventually landing on his erection and palming. eren groans, the hot vibrations heating your skin. quickly, with his own hands, he moved to slide his boxers down around his thighs. wrapping your fist around the base of his stiff cock, you tried your best to jerk him, despite your sleepy state. his flesh was thick, veiny, and hot, as eren hooked his arm around your waist once again, large hand creeping into your shorts to run his fingers along your already wet folds. 

“i’m gonna be inside you soon baby.” eren speaks into your mouth, dragging your shorts down your legs. you helped him by lazily kicking them off as he squeezed your ass, massaging in circular motions with his hands. 

“eren, please,” you mumbled, now awake with a burning feeling as eren caressed your body. his cock was now between your legs, your desperate moans music to his ears. eren rubbed the pink head against your opening, preparing himself before sinking inside you.

he moved in slowly, savoring the soft sensation and groaning into the back of your head as he sank in. your bodies were connected, eren holding you tightly, your back pressed against his chest with his lips pressed to your hair. his soft lips then found yours, tongues tangling as he began to fuck you slowly. thrusting back and forth, a delightful rhythm almost bringing tears to your eyes. a moan emitted from your throat, encouraging eren to go harder. 

his mouth found your neck, eren moaning profoundly, his pink tongue sucking along your shoulder, marking your skin as his. you pressed into him as his hands rode up your shirt, his hot palms traveling along your body, causing you to curl your toes. he suddenly pinched your nipples, making you whine, eyes shutting in pleasure. you rutted against him, eren’s arms squeezing you tightly against his body. 

“always a good girl for me, even in the mornings?” his voice clouded with pleasure, you nodded, unable to respond. a gasp emitted from your throat when eren pulled your hard nipples again, hips still thrusting into you. “i love you baby.”

one of his hands slides down your stomach, long fingers pressing into your skin before he found his way between your legs. his fingertips press on your clit, causing you to moan and whine even louder, sleep far from your mind. eren keeps thrusting even quicker, his mind only on you. his teeth sunk into your shoulder, groaning from sensation. “fuck.” his hands find your hips, holding you down, pushing his cock as deep as he could get. “you feel so good.”

he thrusts more, cock sliding in and out. his fingertips rub on your clit, urging you to cum first. “e-eren. i’m about to-“ 

“come for me.” his deep voice cuts you off, and with one more thrust, you come undone, clenching around him. “good girl.” eren’s hips continue into you, stretching out your orgasm. feeling his cock twitch in you, eren knows he’s about to let go. “inside?” 

you nod your head, and with a few more thrusts, eren cums inside of you, his white seed staining your walls and sliding out, dripping onto the sheets making a mess. he lets out a long drawn out groan, pressing his face into your neck and panting, chest heaving up and down. “shit. that was good.” you giggled, feeling eren kiss your shoulder with his soft lips. you shivered, the feeling of his cock still twitching inside of you. 

eren’s strong arms wrap around you, pulling you tight to his body, cum sliding out and down his length. “that was well needed. i love you.” you sigh, placing your arms over his. “i love you too eren. not complaining, but what was with the morning welcome?”

eren laughs, the sound vibrating through your body. “like i said, i needed you.”

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HEAVEN | D.M

pleaseee why am i such a whore😭 i was gonna write fluff but oh well, this is pretty shitty too so i’m sorry

summary: draco fucking you on the kitchen counter while your toddler sleeps on the couch in the living room.

warnings: smut, daddy kink, oil play? idk what it’s called but yeah, light degradation

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“Is he asleep?” you asked your husband as he wrapped his arms around your waist from behind while you were cutting up some vegetables for today’s lunch.

“Yeah, on the couch though, if i moved him to his room he would’ve woken up.” he answered before delivering a kiss to the back of your head as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo, the one he fell in love with oh so many years ago. He was certain that that’s what heaven would smell like when his time arrived.

And right now it almost seemed like it had arrived 7 years ago when he first asked you out. You in his arms, the little blob of flesh and blonde hair sleeping in the living room outside the kitchen. He was certain that he was in heaven.

The moment of bliss Draco passed, vanished a bit when a certain lust clouded his mind when you bent forward a little to grab the oil for the salad, your plump ass fitting like a puzzle on his clothed groin that began to tighten by the minute.

Draco, a little annoyed that his body’s natural response to the love of his life ruined his moment of cloud nine, tried to pay no mind to this, assuring himself he could wait until night when you guys could do it in your private soundproof bedroom.

You obviously took notice of his little problem, deciding to mess around a bit, you placed the oil next to the bowl of the salad and while mixing it, decided to lean your bum on his clothed cock a bit more, making it seem like you were just trying to get comfortable.

This emitted a low groan from Draco, starting to acknowledge the game you were trying to play. Is that how you wanted to be? Alright then.

Draco lightly grinded his, now bulged, groin into your ass, while moving his hands from your waist to your hips, gripping them tightly.

You shuddered a bit at this, yet continued to amplify his torture by leaning forward, with much more of a stretch than needed to “reach the salt” but still applying enough pressure on him.

He had enough, so he leaned his upper half forward and grabbed the back of your neck with one hand and manage to turn your head to the left, so he leaned his head close enough to your ear and whispered “Why are you playing with daddy sweetheart, thought you were a good girl?”

Your mouth parted at this, he used this as his advantage and captured your lips in his from where he had your head turned. The kiss quickly became heated, tongues exploring each other’s mouth, heads tilting, salad long forgotten.

Draco started to lift your shirt over your head, the kiss breaking for a second to toss it completely off, using this tiny break to take his off in the process, as to not waste time, both of you still aware that scorpious only slept for a good 40 minutes on a regular nap, you silently hoped that it would be one of those days where he slept for about an hour and a half. But you couldn’t be certain.

Draco turned you fully around now, you wrapping your arms around his neck, his hands massaging your ass. And he grabbed the hem of your shorts and yanked them down, your panties going off too, without breaking the kiss since you managed to slid them down your legs fully and stepped out of them.

He wasted no time in unclasping your bra, after 7 years of practice with you, it paid off for moments like this, but he still wanted to make everything with you memorable so he guided your naked form towards the counter and turned you around so you were bent forward, your left cheek pressing against the cold marble, but fuck the marble, you only cared about your husband being inside you and your baby boy not waking up right now.

Draco grabbed the bottle of oil that was next to the salad and poured it on your back. You gave a loud gasp at this.

“Shh baby be quiet, wouldn’t want our child waking up and seeing mama being a loud little whore do we now?” He taunted while rubbing the oil up and down your back, bringing it down to your ass cheeks, being careful not to put it anywhere near your pussy, not that it needed anyway, with the way it was basically dripping by now.

“N-no daddy” you said softly, your heat pooling with more arousal at the feeling of his large hands running down your body.

“Now be quiet and be a good slut for daddy, yeah?” You hummed at this, not being able to find your voice.

Draco pulled his sweatpants, along with his boxers, down enough to let his erected cock out, he massaged your ass before putting it in, your mouth parted open and a quiet moan escaping you at the feeling of being full.

“God- daddy you’re so big” you moaned out, not loud enough for scorpious to hear but enough to alert Draco. He had to control himself from slamming his hand down on your glistening ass, instead grabbing it roughly with one hand, and the other grabbing the back of your neck once again and pulling you up so your back was arched and your boobs were off the counter, stomach still pressed against it.

“I said, shut the fuck up before you wake him up” He whisper-yelled.

“S-sorry daddy just want you to fuck me hard and fast” You whimpered.

“I will if you stay quiet, alright princess?” You gave another hum. So he grabbed both of your hipbones letting your head down and made sure his fingers were on top of them, knowing that at the speed he had planned, you were gonna have a very bad pain on your hips from the contact of the counter, so instead, he would obviously rather have his fingers crushed than you being hurt in any way.

He started to ram himself into you, showing no sympathy and doing as you had previously stated, fucking you hard and fast.

Draco was pounding into his wife like his life depended on it, and it was truly ironic that he had asked you to stay quiet when he was breathing heavy and tried to contain his groans because the way your pussy was pulsing around him and hugging his cock like a fucking vice was too much.

Both of you knew you weren’t gonna last long, and thank goodness for that because your toddler was gonna wake up any minute now.

“You gonna cum on my cock pretty girl? Gonna cum on daddy?” he asked, wanting to be certain his girl could finish first, always.

“Yes daddy i’m gonna cum!”

“Cum.”

And with the way your juices poured onto his cock, he couldn’t hold back and sank all the way into you and released inside you.

After the both of you got down from your high, draco pulled out gently, grabbing a kitchen towel and dabbing it in the tap water a bit before quickly cleaning himself and pulling his sweatpants back up as fast he could.

The he marched towards you and started cleaning you up. He was obviously gonna give you a bath after to get you properly clean but for now, this would do.

Draco grabbed his t-shirt from the floor and put it on you, and grabbing your panties that were laying on top of your shorts and put them on. When he finished dressing you up, he gave you a sweet kiss on the lips.

And as if on cue, right when he was lovingly gazing into his wife’s eyes, a small paddle of feet could be heard coming closer to the kitchen entrance, draco and you turned to look over his shoulder to watch a four year old toddler rubbing his eyes before beaming at the sight of his parents.

“Mama” he cheered, after not seeing you before his nap, his instinct told him to go see you.

“Hi baby” you said before picking him up.

And as Draco watched his son and wife, the people he loved the most, conversing together he realized that indeed, he probably died years ago and is currently in heaven.

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[selfcarecap]

flustered petey pleaseeeee

Idk if this is what you wanted but yeah sksssn thanks for requesting, i hope you like it ♡ (what’s wrong with me this is over 1k again)

-this is a repost-

Peter‘s lying on his bed, already showered and changed, eyes shut and his hands covering them as you change in front of him for your sleepover.

“You know it’s kinda hard not to peek while I have my really hot girlfriend change in front of me.“

“Who said you can’t peek?“

He furrows his brows at that, taking his hands away from his eyes, but they’re still shut.

You walk over to his bed and he can’t help but open his eyes when your knees sink in on the bed next to his body.

There you are, the only skin that isn’t exposed is the skin under your underwear although your bra stops pretty low, right above your nipple, and he sees the darker skin peek out.

“You like what you see?“ You straddle him completely, caging his hips between your legs as you lean forward slightly so your boobs are right in front of his face.

The window is open, letting in air, making the lock on his door rattle, and Peter freaks out, pulling the blanket over your head and holding you tight to shield you from anyone coming in.

You giggle, putting the blanket back on the bed, “Was just the wind, Pete,” you say, cupping his jaw and pressing a kiss to his mouth.

“I-I..” he stutters, face torn between looking you in the eyes and to your body, at your pretty underwear.

He licks his lips impatiently as he looks up to your face searching for approval to touch what you’re offering.

You take his hands in yours, slide them up your ribs and eventually you bring them to cup your boobs over your bra.

You let go of his hands as his fingers find their own way along your chest. After a few moments, his hands slide back down your waist.

“Are you- can I- Am I-“ he shakes his head at himself, looking down, his hands on your thighs.

“Pete- calm down. We’re not doing anything, we don’t have to do anything. Let me just get my pyjamas.”

You move to get off him but he grips your waist, “No!! I just- just, I’m not sure what’s okay for you. You don’t have to do this, you know?”

“What if I want to? I feel comfortable here on your lap, and I trust you.”

His cheeks are tinted red and his eyes go wide as you reach behind your back to take off your bra.

“I-you-what-“ you cut him off with a kiss, searching for his hands and placing them on your breasts.

His fingers are shaky and gentle against you. “Wow. They’re so soft,” he says, looking up at you with puppy eyes.

You chuckle and kiss the top of his head as he further explores your chest.

Nuzzling his face between your breasts, he kisses up your chest until he reaches your neck and then your lips, “I love your uh, um... your boobs, I mean.”

“I can tell,” you chuckle and he gets red again, “There’s nothing wrong with that, baby,” you tell him.

“Yeah I know um can- can I like- um.”

You raise your eyebrows and smile at him, looping your hands around his neck and pressing your chest against his, “Just tell me what you want, baby. The worst that can happen is I say no.”

“Can I like um,” he lowers his face, his hand under your boob, sticking out his tongue.

Instead of giggling at his antics, you grip his hair and pull him closer to you, so his tongue is flat against your chest.

Without missing a beat he starts sucking on your nipple, his warm saliva dripping onto you.

You throw your head back as your nipple hardens in his mouth. He looks up at you as you let out a quiet moan, like a deer caught in headlights, his eyes finding yours with your nipple in his mouth.

“Is this okay?” he asks, still warming your nipple with his tongue.

You nod quickly, bringing his hand to your neglected breast and he switches, his fingers rubbing your wet nipple, tongue moving over to your other side.

Clutching the back of his head, you relax into his touch, he’s warming you up with his mouth and with the heat radiating off his face.

His fingers continue kneading your one breast, mouth occupied with the other side and switching every few moments.

You get lost in the feeling of him finally letting go and not being embarrassed by his own want and pleasure.

His whole body jerks away from you when there’s a knock at the door, “Peter, I found the dvd you were looking for.”

He stumbles off the bed, opening the door just an inch and grabbing the dvd from May.

Slamming the door shut, he slides down to the floor, holding the dvd in front of his face.

“You’re okay, Peter. She didn’t notice what we were doing... well maybe not until you freaked out. But May’s cool she doesn’t care.”

He just groans.

“Can you pass me my shirt? We were gonna watch a film anyway, and if you continue what you were doing I’ll need you to help me with something else and I think if I ask you to do that you might explode.”

Peter was already so flustered just seeing your boobs, telling him you wet and needy you are right now is probably going to kill him.

He knows that it would be too much for him too, silently agreeing as he passes you your pyjama shirt.

You’re lying on your belly on the bed, exposing your chest as you sit up again to change into the top.

Peter’s standing in front of you, and you smirk as you notice the bulge in his sweatpants.

“Do you want me to help you out?” you ask- if he’s already hard you may as well offer your help, although you already expect him to say no purely cause he’s still too embarrassed at this point in your relationship.

He looks down at himself noticing his hardness. He nearly runs against the door, then disappears to the other side of it and you hear his quick steps go in the direction of the bathroom.

You giggle quietly, pulling on your pyjama shorts and getting into bed and setting up the dvd you were going to watch on his laptop.

Peter comes back into his room a few minutes later, red-faced as always, and shamefully cuddling into your side without a word.

“I really enjoyed what happened earlier,” you tell him. If you show him you’re not ashamed, maybe he’ll be able to do the same.

“I love you,” he mumbles and you say it back.

You know there’s a freak slumbering somewhere within Peter, waiting to be woken up, but as long as he isn’t ready you’re more than happy just cuddling and watching this movie together.

After twenty minutes of cuddling, Peter’s hand slowly sneaks under your shirt, finding your boob and resting his hand on it. You smile to yourself but decide not to mention it as he’s not embarrassed right now but you also don’t want him to be.

But when May slides condoms underneath the door, Peter’s up again quickly, red-faced, “May!”

part 2 kind of

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