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brighteyedbushybrowed · 8 months

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👀 I see your requests are open again,,, I've been dying to ask for some ~spicy~ headcanons of the Papas showering/bathing with their S/O ? Thank you!

I also hope you are feeling better, stay strong tummy ache survivor ❤️

Spicy, you say? Heheheh *starts rubbing hands gleefully* spicy is what we shall have Also, ty!!! I'm feeling much better now than I was so I think it's safe to say my flare up has passed at this point. Whether I've jinxed that by saying this or not is get to be seen. As always, because of this containing spicy content I ask that minors DNI and please respect that boundary. I'm not responsible for what you consume, but YOU are responsible for respecting boundaries and not interacting with adults in adult spaces

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Primo I think is more of a bath guy than a shower guy if you both wanna get intimate in the bathroom

For him, seeing you hovering above him as you straddle him in the tub is the closest to a divine image that he'll ever see in this lifetime

Doesn't go water-sloshingly hard when he thrusts up into you, but it'll be hard enough to send you crashing into his chest if you're not prepared for it

He likes to take it slow with drawn out kisses and little bites of your lip

When you're both done and sated, he will also take his time washing your hair and body

He'll massage every inch of you and he won't stop until you're practically melting into the water

Whenever you both do decide to shower instead of have a bath, he's the first to get down on his knees and ravish you

Doesn't give a shit if it hurts his back or his knees. He always says that pleasure and pain are bedfellows and seeing you fall apart for him makes any pain in his back or knees worth it

𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐨

Absolute shower man

His favourite thing to do with you in the shower is to wash your hair and once the conditioner is in, he leaves it in while he gets down on his knees and has you bend over and spread yourself so he can get a taste

And he won't be stopping until he makes you climax at least twice

Not fussy about whether he rims you or performs oral on your sex, he's an oral fiend and the echoes of the noises he pulls from you are just as beautiful as the harmonious chorus of the unholy choir during Mass

When he's satisfied and he's finished washing your hair, he'll be desperate to slip inside you from behind

He likes it hard and fast, pushing your torso up against the shower wall with a hand around your throat

And when you think he's finally finished and you're getting out of the shower?

He makes you get on your knees and clean his length with your mouth. Only then will you be done

𝐓𝐞𝐫𝐳𝐨

The opposite of Secondo in terms of pace

Just as in the bedroom, in the shower Terzo is slow, sensual, gentle, leaves you begging for more

He uses his strength to lift you up and wrap your legs around his hips, thrusting into you against the shower wall as the hot spray of water rains down on you both

Lots of neck kisses and hickeys scattered along your collar and shoulders

Will say the filthiest things into your ear, both to tease you and drive you closer towards your end

You end up having to wash yourselves for a second time because of the mess he makes of the two of you

Expect not to leave the bathroom until your skin is all prune-y

And if you want to get Terzo to make lots of noise, go down on him with one of his legs thrown over your shoulder and call him your "good girl". He'll be cumming in seconds

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You're going to have to take the lead with him

Always the worrier, Copia is worried that he'll drop you if he tries to lift you in the shower

So naturally he's a little more comfortable with bath sex than shower sex

If you take the more dominant role with him, tell him what you want and what to do, he's like an obedient little pet

Tell him as such and he'll be even more eager to please

Spends a lot of time with his head between your legs. Much like Secondo, he's incredibly thorough with oral

Stroke his hair, pull it to direct him where you want him most, drag your nails down your back, it all gets him moaning and aching for you

It's a good thing he has stamina, because the needy, salacious sounds he lets out are far too pretty for just one round

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piratefishmama · 11 months

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Fake It 'till You Make It | Part 1

The phone was ringing. It was eight in the morning, on a Sunday, and the phone was ringing. Eddie rolled over, pushing his face into his pillow in the hopes that maybe, just maybe, he’d suffocate in the sweet embrace of his misshapen, well-loved pillow before whoever dared to call at such an ungodly hour, decided to give up.

No dice. However his uncle did seem to be answering it for him, bless that man, bless each and every one of his gray hairs.

“Eddie, up an at em, son! S’fer you!” Damn him. Damn him and all his gray hairs.

“Nggghhhh!!!!” Was his very coherent response

“It’s one of those kids’a yours!” Kids? He had kids? Oh shit he had kids, right. kids who should know better than to call at EIGHT. AM. AM. THE MORNING.

ON A SUNDAY.

Just inconsiderate really. He’d spent the majority of the previous night convincing the Gillespie’s that maybe their daughter didn’t actually need to get onto the endless carousel that was the dating scene.

Convincing them that maybe the dating pool was so batshit insane that it was for the best that she remain perfectly single for a little while longer. That maybe being single wasn’t nearly as bad as being with whatever the fuck Eddie Munson was.

Eddie had spent the entire evening referring to her father by his first name as it visibly pissed him off, called his daughter ‘sweet cheeks’ and slapped her ass as she left the room one too many times (any time more than zero times was too many times), offered her mother a joint to chill the fuck out, talked about his band incessantly, he’d gone all out on the ‘disrespectful sack of shit’ angle until he’d been forbidden to date their daughter.

Then listened with glee outside the door while they declared she was forbidden from dating for as long as it took to shake her from her ‘bad boy’ phase. A job well done, she’d slipped him the fifty bucks she owed for the night through the back window, and he was on his way. Fifty bucks better off!

Megan wasn’t having a bad boy phase. Megan was a lesbian waiting for the perfect opportunity to get the fuck out of Hawkins. She just… couldn’t handle her parents constantly asking about her dating life. Or her lack of a dating life.

She was beautiful, the picture of stereotypical femininity, they had no idea why their daughter wasn’t snagging one of the rich Loch Nora guys like a Harrington, or a Johnson, or even one of the B grade rich guys like Hagan, or Peters.

She was too busy with a Holloway.

Then the following hours before he’d eventually passed out, he’d been slowly working through memorizing the chorus tabs of an Iron Maiden song he’d been meaning to learn for one of the covers used to bulk up Corroded Coffin’s sets. Jeff already had his parts down, Eddie had been lagging.

“M’not here!”

“Says it’s important!”

“Tell em I’m dead!”

There was a pause, and then his bedroom door was opening, and a cushion was thrown at his head, forcing him upright to shout his indignation to the world while his uncle stood there stern and unimpressed “Boy get your backside up an talk to y’damn friends.”

“Nghhh, fine.” He was up anyway. The phone ringing had woken him up. It’d take a miracle to fall back into a full snooze now. He shoved his blankets aside, trudged past his uncle, and snagged the phone from where Wayne had left it on the little table by the window. “Whomever this may be, I’m nuking your stats next session for the unholy crime of waking me up before noon.”

“But I’m calling about a job”

“Ahh, Henderson. Might as well just tear up the sheet for that little gnome now, kid.”

“He’s a dwarf and— ngh whatever, I needed to roll a new character anyway. Listen! I have a job for you, if you want it, one of your weird little rent a guy gigs” not something he was proud to have let slip around the kids. It could get weird if they made assumptions!

But if it got him an extra buck or two without having to do much other than be an over the top version of himself, then what was the harm? It wasn’t like he was selling his body or anything, just his funhouse personality.

“…Go on.”

“Okay so… don’t freak out, but… it’s a guy. He’s cool though!! Like, really cool, super chill, no danger to you what so ever.” That was fine, his ‘dates’ were usually fake but that didn’t erase the very real danger of being perceived by two of an older less cool generation that talked. “He knows it’s all fake so it’s just acting—"

“And this guy’s parents? How cool are they?” It wasn’t just faking a date, it was faking it in front of parents. Parents who usually weren’t about to approve of him when it was a heterosexual relationship. A Homosexual one? He really didn’t want to have to go through the real risks of hate crimes with a teenager, but Dustin clearly wasn’t getting the danger aspect there.

“I don’t know, I don’t really know them, but he says he can explain everything if you give him a chance, he’s free today, he even said he’d buy you breakfast if you meet him early!”

“…And he knows I’m a him, not a her, right?”

“Yeah, I said he was cool! The gay thing isn’t a big deal to him.”

“I’m not—” it was instinctual, Dustin didn’t know what he was, maybe he’d heard rumours, but he didn’t outright know that his dungeon master was a queer. Probably for the best, as lovely as Claudia Henderson was, she was very susceptible to accepting the crowdsourced opinion on things. She didn’t have her sons need to question everything.

She’d probably pull him from every Hellfire meet ever if Dustin let it slip that the guy in charge was queer.

“I know you’re not, but it’s fake right? it’s not like you guys have to do anything other than claim to be dating, right?” True… he never actually did anything with his ‘dates’. Usually just telling the parents they were dating was enough of a shock to the system to hide the lack of proof. The most he’d ever done was slap an ass here and there, maybe wrap an arm around a waist or two.

That was enough for the ‘traditional’ close minded Parents of Hawkins.

“…Fine, I’ll hear the guy out, but I’m only hearing him out alright! I’ll decide on whether or not I wanna take this job only after he explains, got it?”

“Got it!!”

“Alright, tell him to meet me at Benny’s in twenty.” Another quick confirmation and Eddie was hanging up the phone. so much for going back to sleep but at least he’d get a lovely breakfast out of it.

Part 3

#PirateWrites #Steddie #No Upside Down AU #FakeItTillYouMakeItFiclet

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here4kpopfics · 1 year

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Put It Out | JJK

just a quick little something to put our minds at ease about that stupid candle. @minttangerines asked and I...I don't know, honestly. Here we are. I'm tired. Enjoy. Thank you beautiful @mikrokcsmos for the edits and being wonderful. 💜💜 also gonna tag @pamzn @minisugakoobies and @sugakookitty bc i can. hi i love you all.

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jjk x reader | fluff/stupiness | 1863 words | pg15 but really 13 but really who cares | Jungkook better put that shit out before his house goes down in flames.

“I’m gonna go live, jagi.”

“It’s two in the morning, Koo. Let army sleep.” You turn over in bed to see your boyfriend throwing a shirt on and fixing his hair in the bathroom mirror before turning back to you with a pout.

The dumb pout that wins every argument. You hate it and love it.

“I’m sure some of them are awake! I’ll make it a chill live. Put the galaxy light on and get a candle. They can fall asleep to it.”

“Like any of them can fall asleep to you singing to them.” You mumble under your breath, getting up and grabbing your phone and a charger. “Let me grab something to drink and a snack first.”

“You’re gonna watch?” Dumb bunny smiles with the cute crinkles around his eyes. You want to kiss him stupid but you’re too tired.

“Someone has to make sure you don’t do anything dumb.” You quip, quickly pecking his lips with yours as you make your way to the kitchen, grabbing supplies. You hear his feet following you and smile.

“I don’t do anything stupid!”

“Unholy. Body roll. While not stupid, I'm pretty sure a good handful of people had heart attacks that night.” You grab your laptop off the dining room table, “Boxing. Moaning and groaning while on the floor and out of sight. Stupid only because you were out of sight and that led people to have ideas about things that only I get to experience.”

“I wasn’t—”

“Yes you were. But it’s fine. I accept that you’re a flirty hoe, it’s who you are baby. Embrace it. Have fun. I’ll be in the room waiting for you to come back to bed.” You take a quick inventory of the room, making sure he moved anything of yours out of view when you spot the candle.

“Why the candle, though?”

“To lighten it up in here…and it smells nice.”

“Baby, you have a ring light.”

“Ring light doesn’t smell nice.”

You groan in defeat, shaking your head and walking past him, back to the room, “blow it out when you’re done!”

“Kay!”

You settle back in bed, charger plugged in and a pillow acting as a laptop stand while you snack on whatever it was you blindly grabbed. You hear the music starting before you get the notification about him going live on Weverse pops up. You pop in your AirPods and get ready for a long night.

You scroll through tumblr and Twitter as he finally appears on the screen, quietly giggling at everyone freaking out over specific songs and him and his hair. You can’t blame them, though. His hair still makes you giddy when you see it.

A few songs in and you realize quickly what playlist he’s going through. The playlist you created together, tossing random shit that either reminded you of one another, was just a fucking vibe, or was just something you personally wanted him to sing because you knew he could.

One of the very few perks of dating him that you participate in.

But he’s doing that thing, that thing you hate. You do it, too. You’re not afraid to admit it. But it’s worse when he does it because he’s singing at the same time.

He gets a little more than half way through a song, either reaching the second chorus or even the bridge, and then just skips to the next song. But not just the song right after, no. The man skips and skips and skips and skips, letting you hear a second of each song and getting excited before he skips to another one, repeating the process. It drives you mad.

Thankfully, it drives army mad as well, so at least you have that to validate your annoyance.

You accidentally laugh out loud when he starts singing along with Leave The Door Open and you pray no one had heard it, watching the chat to see if anyone says anything. Thankfully, no one heard a thing and you relax, but only a little because he’s got the damn candle in his hand and he’s moving the melted wax around and you have to bite your tongue to suppress yourself from laughing again when the flame goes out.

“Serves you right.” You mutter.

He continues on with this “chill night” of blasting his music, getting more drinks, watching Hoseok’s new music video twice without saying a word, accidentally swearing while singing a Charlie Puth song, and unabashedly flirting with army again.

You watch his mood start to dip when he gets to some slower songs, one that you put in when you were feeling insecure about your relationship with him.

He looks exhausted as he talks about the current situation he’d been forced into with ‘fans’ not respecting his privacy and treating him like he’s not human and your heart cracks for him. Part of you wants to run out there, turn off the live and hug him. The other part knows he needs to get it off his chest. Even if he’s tipsy, it’s something that needs to be discussed. You can comfort him after.

But of course, never one to let the mood be sad for too long, he switches to a fun more upbeat song and says he needs to go to the bathroom.

A few seconds later, he’s opening the door to your bedroom and leaning over your little set up and grabbing your face, pulling you in for a deep kiss.

“I love you” the words fall off his lips quietly and you repeat them back without hesitation, smiling when he gives a shorter kiss before bolting to the bathroom. He comes back out, stealing some of your snacks and snickering at your reaction, throwing up a finger heart as he leaves the room.

He seems to have woken up a little bit, but not by much from the way he keeps laying back on the couch for a minute or two at a time.

“I swear if you fall asleep on camera…” you whisper at the screen, glaring at the slow rise and fall of his chest.

“I'm not going to sleep.” He groans, trying to wake himself up, “if I’m gonna sleep, I’ll tell you and get off but I don’t feel like sleeping right now, okay?” He’s whining which you know perfectly well he’s about to fall asleep. He turns into a toddler, confused and upset that his body would betray him like this.

Not even five minutes later he’s picking up the candle again, placing it in front of the camera for aesthetic reasons, you’re sure.

“I’m gonna rest a bit. Just a few minutes. Promise.” He disappears out of sight and you’re sure he’s laying down.

Aw, fuck. He’s gonna sleep on camera.

You wait five minutes and then you hear it, clear as day in your AirPods, the sound of his snoring. It’s so light, but so very obvious your boyfriend has fallen asleep on camera and millions of people are now watching him. Although, not really watching him, because he’s off camera. But it’s close enough!

You quickly send a text to Taehyung, praying he’s still awake.

Y/n: Koo fell asleep on camera. What do I do?

Tae: you have to end it or I’ll see if any of the team can…did he really fall asleep?

Y/n: yes! And he has a stupid candle burning still right next to his phone. I can’t go out there until it’s over.

Tae: oh my god he’s going to get so much shit for this from us, that’s amazing.

Tae: I’ll call and see if anyone can turn it off, but I doubt it since it’s four in the morning. Try to do it in the meantime.

You groan, tossing your phone to the side and looking back at your laptop. He’s still asleep. And that candle is still burning. The chat is yelling about it, tumblr and Twitter are both freaking out about it.

Fuck. You’re gonna have to do something about it. You take out the AirPods, getting back out of bed and throwing one of his sweaters on as well as his sweatpants.

You quietly and slowly open the door, thankful the door can’t be seen from that angle on the stream, and slowly drop to the floor.

Time to mission impossible this shit.

Using the sweater and pants, you’re able to softly glide on the floor that you’re very thankful was cleaned earlier today and Bam wasn’t here to ruin. You make your way behind the couch until you’re on the opposite side of his phone. He’s just off to the side, very clearly out of sight and you sneak up on the floor next to the couch, keeping yourself hidden.

“Baby?” You whisper it as quietly as you possibly can manage, but he doesn’t respond except with a soft whimper of a snore. He’s too adorable.

The sound of the tv going into sleep mode makes you jump.

You can’t wake him up without either making noise or him saying your name when he wakes. So you sneak away from him again, creeping directly behind his phone and reaching around, trying to keep your finger out of sight as you tap where you're sure the end live button is located. You stay sitting behind the camera, grabbing your phone and checking if the live is off, and thank god it is.

You stand up, blowing out the candle and taking it to the kitchen to set it somewhere safe. You turn off the galaxy light and make your way back to your tired and dumb boyfriend, crawling on top of him.

“Jungkoooookie. Baby. Wake up, dumb dumb.”

He groans in annoyance, and as suspected, the first thing he says is your name.

“Y/n? I’m live right now. You can’t be out here.” He whines, but his hands find their home on your thighs, squeezing softly.

“I ended it, you goober. You fell asleep on camera. Snoring and everything.” You grin, cradling his face in one hand and kissing his nose. “Come on, let’s get you to a real bed.”

“Here’s good.” He says, pulling you down to him and flipping you both on your sides.

“Nuh-uh. To the bed, mister. You’ll thank me in the morning.” You reach out, patting his butt and laughing when he bucks his hips once towards yours. “Not that either. Let’s go.”

You climb out of his grip, pulling him off the couch and grabbing his phone, leading him to the bedroom. You quickly remove your stuff and he quite literally flips over onto the bed while you plug his phone into your charger.

You have to maneuver him to get under the blankets, doing so yourself when he’s finally in bed, getting comfortable when a giant tattooed arm reaches around your waist, dragging you to have your back against his chest.

“Goodnight, jagi.” A small kiss on your temple.

“Goodnight, dumb boy.” Your free hand wraps around the hand on your waist and you both fall asleep.

He’s gonna be in so much trouble when he wakes up.

Booga Booga I'm tired

#Jeon Jungkook #Jungkook x reader #Jungkook fluff #Jungkook drabble #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #jjk drabble #kelly posts #kelly writes #drabble requests

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lovejosephquinn · 1 year

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“Mm fuck, Merry Christmas to me” Joe licks his lips as his mouth latches onto your cunt, tucking into his meal. The way he attacks you like a ravenous animal, licking your slit, sucking your clit and fucking your entrance with his tongue like his life depends on it. Commentating a whole story of whimpers and moans whilst he tastes your juices, lapping up every ounce whilst your body squirms underneath his touch. Your hand pushing his head down further, his darkened brown eyes looking up to see the way your eyes roll back every time he hits a good spot, a smirk brushing against your sodden and gaping hole. His head shaking rampantly as his lips cage onto your twitching bud, the muscle working it fast flickering against it. Suddenly two fingers deep inside you, the unholy noises combining the way he curls his fingers, fucking them into you fast and the evil giggle that erupts from his throat when he eyes your hands gripping the sheets at the side of you. “Yeah you like that don’t you, my little slut, you’re going to have to do better than that if you want this thick cock inside of you.” You self combust at his words, your cunt over climaxes and your hips shoot to the sky, your moans fly out like a chorus, his fingers shoot out sticky as you squirt onto his tongue, his face practically bathing in your fluid.

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bittersweetastoria · 11 months

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Prompt; “You know where to find me when you want to admit how badly you want me…”

Notes; Smut. Full frick smut. But cutesy, esp toward the end. Didn't proof it, cause I've read most of it like fifteen times trying to write it from the amount of times I started and stopped writing. So apologies for any mistakes. Anyways, Enjoy this mess.

“You know where to find me when you want to admit how badly you want me…” Blinking quick and hard, your breath caught in your throat as she pulled away from your ear. Not feeling her breath, her lips ghosting the skin there, sent a chill down your spine as you damn near just gawked at her. How were you supposed to reply to that? Could you even find your voice now? Simple answer to both: No. Not a chance. She knew this though. That devious smirk upon her gorgeous face said so as she backed away from you, her fingers wiggling at you in the way she always teasingly waved at people. God, She was going to be the death of you.

Looking around, fully expecting to see people watching you.. You’re shocked to find not a damn soul had been paying attention to the private yet all too intense moment you two had shared in the damn near middle of the dance floor. Your bodies twisted all up in each other.. Your hands all over each others bodies.. Her lips leaving a trail of fire down your neck and chest where they’d trailed everytime you dared to lean back against her as you two danced. If you could even call it dancing. Cause every action had a reaction and it was obvious where this was headed, only that wasn’t something you could rightfully do in public.. and she was a public figure that must keep a good public image. You knew that.

But when she’d pulled away inevitably, your body begged for her back instantly. But you knew better. This wasn’t smart. So you’d told her no when asked if you wanted to ‘get out of here’. You wanted to smack yourself for saying it the moment it passed your lips. Especially when she gave that look. The look that called you on your bullshit for saying you had a friend you couldn’t vanish on AND needed to be up early.. Such over kill. One lie would’ve been enough. “Sure babygirl, if that’s the story you’re going with.” She teased, rolling her eyes playfully as she had leaned in and said those words that left you speechless. You hadn’t seen it then, but she’d slipped her spare room key into your jacket pocket as she left.

Only a few moments had passed since. The next song was barely to the chorus when your feet found the will to move and exit the dance floor the opposite way she had moments before. Your eyes, without your permission might you add, searched for the dark angel you’d turned down but to no avail. She’d slipped back into the darkness just has she had emerged from it. You hadn’t imagined that, right? For the love of all that was holy and unholy, it couldn’t have been just your mind. It just, couldn’t. That was all too real. Your heart was still freaking racing for Christ’s sake! And that throbbing ache.. No. You hadn’t done that to yourself. No way. It had to be real. She was real. She had to be!

Shaking your head from the swirl of thoughts going on within it. You reached for your lip product, fingers enclosing around a card of some type instead when you reached into your jacket pocket. Pulling the plastic out, you scowl at the unfamiliar plastic card as you read the card entirely. Forward and backward. Was this? Shit. It had to be. She’d slipped her hotel key into your pocket before leaving. That devious.. “Miss? This is for you.” The bartender handed over a piece of paper and a drink, one identical to the one you’d gotten when you walked in over an hour ago now. “Uh, thank you.” You speak up as you took both, he just nodded and motioned for you to read the note before scurrying off.

Opening up the piece of paper, your teeth capture your bottom lip and begin chewing on it as you held the paper in one hand - sloshing the drink around it's glass with the other. "Don’t make me wait too long, babygirl. We both know you want to, so just say fuck it and come to my room.” It read, by the end of reading it you were sipping the alcohol in hand as your fingers tapped the glass and you folded the paper back before pocketing it with the plastic key card. “Fuck it.” You spoke aloud before downing the drink and leaving the glass at the bar corner. “Thank you!” You call to the dude who gave you the drink and note before you ran out the door.

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Walking down the hallway of the fourth floor, your eyes scanned each door number for the number that matched the one on the key card in your hand. As you got further down, your eyes didn’t find the door number.. they found the dark Angel herself. “About damn time.” She spoke with a smirk as she leaned against the doorway, arms folded as she watched you approach her. When you were within reach, she grabbed your arm and pulled you inside with her before kicking the door shut and trapping you against the wall behind it. “You gonna admit it now babygirl?” She asked against your ear, feeling her lips against it sent shivers down your spine as you uneasily shifted against the wall. It wasn’t about her actions, it was all about the fire and desire she set ablaze within you doing so.

“Admit what?” You ask curiously, eyes wide and innocent. Tilting your head to the side, you lick your lips as you watch her smirk widen as she shook her head at you. “So that’s how it is.. alright, two can play that game.” Rhea spoke, already trailing her lips down from your ear down the base of your neck. It wasn’t long before she found that sweet spot right in the crook of your neck, that left you wiggling between her and the wall. Once she found it, there was no mercy to be had. “What g-game?” You manage to stutter out, arms bracing yourself on the wall as she kissed down your chest continuing on down your belly pulling your shirt out of the way as she did so. Fingers sliding under your skirt, they easily found home over your moist panties where they slipped over your heated core to tease you causing your knees to buckle.

Chuckling at her effect, Rhea stood back up and quickly scooped you from your feet. Cradling you in her arms, she grinned playfully as she quickly walked you both over to the bed and put you down by tossing you playfully on the bed. “Come back hereee.” You pout, batting your lashes at her as she stands at the foot of the bed admiring how you landed.. Hair messy and fanned around you like a halo. Shirt exposing your belly just a little. Your skirt, perfectly showing off your bottom half with how near transparent your panties had become under her spell. Rhea shook her head, amusement coloring her features as she licked her lips and turned away. Doing so had you up on your knees, crawling to the foot of the bed to see what she was doing just around the corner in some bag. You waited a moment, before pulling some ninja shit and creeping up behind her. In one swift move, you were on her back - legs locked around her waist. “Unfair darling.” Was the only response you got as she managed to easily pull you around to her front instead and pressed a heated kiss to your lips as she walked you both back to the bed.

Next thing you knew, your body was hard pressed upon the bed again. Only this time, there was no getting up because she was on top of you - and obviously stronger. “We really shouldn’t talk about what’s fair..” you spoke up, biting your lip hard as she kissed down your neck again lingering on your sweet spot as you wiggled beneath her. Your hands dared to roam between you tugging her shirt up in the process as she nimbly worked around yours which she held scrunched in the middle of your chest as she kissed across one breast to the other. “Like you’re complaining.” She teased, her piercing eyes daring to look up at you with that playful little smirk upon her lips. Kicking at her playfully, she catches your leg and works her way up it until she finds your ass and cups it mischievously for a moment before finding the top of your panties. “Feel free to object now if you’d like.” She added, hoping you wouldn’t but still giving you the chance. She wasn’t sure she’d be entirely able to stop after this point. You’d had her worked up since the moment her eyes landed on you at the club. She’d known she had to have you, even if just for a night. And the boys had been all too happy to find their own fun tonight to let her have hers.

Without a word, your digits close around hers and lifted your ass up to help ease your moist panties from your body as you chewed your bottom lip and kept your gaze on her. You didn’t just want this. You needed this. You needed her. This little game you two were playing was driving you mad. You needed her lips on your body again, her fingers against your heated and all too eager core - or better yet, in it. The thought was oh so heavenly and sinful all at once. Rhea tossed your panties to the floor, as you sat up and damn near ripped her shirt off her body before pressing your own against hers again capturing her lips as she chuckled. Happy to know you wanted this as bad as she did. As your kiss grew more heated, her strong hands found home between your thighs. Fingers playing within your wetness, teasing your little button before slipping into your tight wet core. Instinctively a little growl left her throat as she pushed you back into the bed again, hovering on top of you - your chests against each other, making her feel just how much of an effect she had on you from your racing heart beat and quickening breath. “P-please..” You begin once her lips trail down to your chest again, not even sure what you were saying. But her fingers within you felt like the highest form of ecstasy, her lips on your skin left a trail of fire you never wanted to extinguish.. Your fingers found the sheets, clutching them tight as she curled her digits within you.. Next thing you knew, her mouth was on your soaked pussy licking and playing as her fingers worked their magic bringing little mewls and moans from your pretty little mouth.

“Please what kitten?” Rhea asked playfully, licking your cunt right after which caused a shudder to spasm through your body as your toes curled. You were so damn close to coming.. so close to your undoing. But she wasn’t really ready to give you that. It was too enjoyable to watch you writhe, to watch you beg for her. “Tell mami what you want and /maybe/ she’ll give it to you.” She purred, another lick to your core only this time coupled with her fingers wiggling against that perfect little spongey spot within your heated core. You couldn’t think anymore. Only thing on your brain was cumming.. Her making you do it.. The image of her cleaning you up danced just out of reach as you pouted and moaned. “Mami..” You begin, barely able to move to see her as you now clutched your tender and neglected breasts. “Please make me cum, mami.” You beg, her free hand reaching up to squeeze one of your breasts as she grinned at you. “Good girl. Don’t hold back, okay?” As soon as you nodded, her hand slipped from your breast to your thigh. That hand held you tight and steady, opening you up more for her as she inserted another finger into your needy little cunt and began stroking the insides as she had before. Her mouth back on your little button, tongue flicking against it - you could even feel her tongue ring moving as she did.

All of it drove you mad, and in no time did she have you cumming hard and fast against her face. Your cunt bucking against her face as you screamed for your Mami, body shaking hard as you rode out your high of ecstasy upon her face. As your eyes opened again, you look down in time to see her wipe you from her face and lick it off her fingers. That alone damn near had you ready to jump her again. “God, you taste good.” She commented as she noticed you watching her. You blush hard, legs instinctively trying to close now that she’d let go finally. You were sure you’d have bruises from how hard she held you when your body tried so so hard to close up when you came. But you didn’t care. She wasn’t having it though, she moved closer in to avoid you closing them and pulled you to her. “You ever taste yourself baby?” When you shook your head, she smirked and reached down - sliding her digits through your wetness causing you to shutter before bringing her fingers to your lips. Instinctively your lips wrap around her digits, sucking them clean as you hum and she moans watching you.

When her eyes closed, probably replaying events or maybe she just really got off on licking things.. Oh knows? But you took this shot. Your only shot, at turning the tables on her and pushing her onto the bed before placing yourself - messy core and all on top of her to /try/ and keep her down. “It’s Mami’s turn.” You smirk, already undoing her jeans and pulling them apart as she crossed her arms behind her head and laid her head on them. “I’m already a mess baby.” She admitted. Could she get off again, despite having basically done so when she got you off? Oh definitely. But she was a giver, and got off most on pleasing and dominating others. Something about you on top of her though.. Shaking her head, she leaned up and tugged your shirt off leaving you in nothing but that little pink bra she had off in seconds to smoother herself between them. “Wanna try something? It’s grantees we’ll both fully get off again..” Rhea offered, her piercing eyes looking up at you as she kissed and nipped along your breasts causing your wetness to drip upon her lap where your slid when she sat up all too easily. Damn her strength.. but also bless it, because fuck.

“Try what?” You ask curiously, a little too much innocence in your voice caused her to chuckle before leaning up to kiss your lips. “I have a strap babes, I want you to ride me.” She spoke, licking your lips playfully before reaching for something a bit out of their way on the bed. Had she snuck that up when she brought you back to bed? Damn. You hadn’t noticed. At all. Playfully nipping at her tongue, you moved back to give her space to grab the strap and put it on however she needed to. You couldn’t help but grin, chewing your bottom lip again as she stripped from her pants and put the strap on over her clearly wet boxers. You’d done that? Shit. Watching intently, you’d let your mind wonder as she laid back down and for comfy again. “Come ride mami baby girl.” She purred, that little smirk all you need d to climb back onto her. You hovered, trusting her to insert the fake dick into your waiting core. Sinking down upon it, you leaned into her. Your chests meeting, Lips pressed in heated passion against hers as you adjusted to the straps girth and length. “That’s it. Good girl.” She purred, kissing down your jaw then along your neck as she used her hands on your hips to slowly help you begin moving.

Once you got going, she laid back against the pillow and crossed her arms under her head to watch you have your fun. Licking your lips, you found a pace and began riding her strap. Your lust filled eyes locked on her mirroring one’s, hands upon her tight muscular stomach for leverage - riding up more with each passing moment. “God, You’re fuckin gorgeous y/n.” Rhea spoke after a few minutes, enjoying every moment of you on top but the friction was getting to her and she needed her sinful angel below her again. All too easily, she flipped you both over with a playful smirk upon her lips as she leaned in to kiss you again. Her mouth smothering your little scream as she rammed the strap on into your needy little cunt over and over. All too easily bringing you both to the edge, you with her trusty helpful friend and her with the friction and simply watching you come undone for her all over again. “Mami..” You warned, unable to say anything else through your heavy breathing and moans. Locking her digits around yours, she stroked hard into you - once.. twice.. three times and you were screaming, juices pouring out of your around the strap onto the bed and her as she stilled within you, cumming herself from watching you fall apart.

Moments passed. Heavy breathing all that could be heard. Your body was hyper sensitive, so as Rhea slowly moved to be beside you - your body shuttered at the loss of over all contact. One moment, connected every way possible just about - the next, nothing. Years of neglect and misuse from previous partners, crept up and over took your entire being. Rhea let out a satisfying huff, her eyes catching whatever your face decided to show caused her brows to frow as she took your hand back in hers and kissed it. “Penny for your thoughts, gorgeous?” She asked a bit worried, your eyes turned to meet hers. They shifted from her eyes to your entwined fingers and back again before a small smile crossed your features. “That was amazing.” You spoke up finally, giggling a bit as you blushed and tried to hide behind your all too wild sex hair. Rhea laughed, shaking her head as she sat up and uncovered your face. “Don’t you dare. I want to see that beautiful face, especially when I know I’m the reason it’s damn near glowing right now.” She teased, pulling you up to press her lips to yours for a moment. “Ima shower right quick, if you wanna join me.. If not, keep your cute little ass right here. I don’t do that fuck and leave bullshit. I like cuddles as much as the next girl yano.” She spoke, your eyes noticing how she seemed to glow now too.

You loved it. If you could glow for her, and be her angel. She could so glow for you, and be your dark angel. “I’ll think about it.” You answer, leaning in to kiss her again. This time playfully nipping at her bottom lip, causing her to growl in response. “You’re gonna be the death of me babes.” Rhea spoke as you pulled away and sprawled back out on the bed. Hiding absolutely nothing from her now. “I’ve been saying that since I met you.” You teased back, poking your tongue out at her as she shook her head - forcing herself to walk away before you could get her going all over again. While she had fun and loved the sex, and so wanted more eventually, she really did want cuddles and just company she didn’t have to rough house and be a guy around. And honestly, she wanted to get to know the angel who’d called for her out on the dance floor tonight. Something in her universe shifted when she spotted you out there looking like a goddess. And though unbeknownst to her, your entire world shifted tonight as well..

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simonssniper · 1 year

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Dilf! Priest Simon x Reader 1/?

WC : 1,382k

CW: Fem Reader, Creampies, Dacryphilia, Spanking, Face slapping, Rough! Simon, Sacrilege (they fuck in a church), Catholic Priest Simon, Age Gap, Reader is 19, Simon is 38, Corruption, Degradation, Humiliation, Overstimulation, Hair pulling. 18+ MDNI.

The usually filled pews of St. Christopher's Angel's Church were deserted. After all, it was a Monday evening, and the hymns of the choir no longer filled the air. But in its place, according to Simon, was a much sweeter melody—your sweet moans. Followed by the unmistakable slapping of skin, his against yours. No other harmony could ever compare to this. And even still, he wonders how he got here. Yet some part of him knows that this was inevitable; he had entered a losing battle from the minute he saw you. Sly exchanged looks of desire, and building tension can only go on for so long before someone cracks, and Simon was in pieces.

His usual gentle voice sinks into a menacing, stern tone. "This is what happens when you tease. When you look at me like a whore begging for my cock during mass, when you should be focusing on bible verses instead," and the vulgar words accompanied by a rough hand coming down on the flesh of your ass have you keening against him. A chorus of yesyesyes barely being able to escape alongside your desperate mewls and gasps. You never thought something so unholy could feel this divine.

You'd be a liar if you said you hadn't fantasized about this specifically, and on multiple occasions. And him being sinfully gorgeous didn't help one bit. Slicked-back blonde hair, a defined jaw littered with stubble, his towering height and muscles, the accent...it was no surprise that the other sisters tended to fawn over him as well. The church's golden boy was generally loved. Your feelings only escalated further when you noticed the kindhearted priest's ring finger was empty. You knew you had to get closer. Even if you couldn't have him the way you wanted, at least you'd still know him, right? Maybe you'd be satisfied with that—at least, that's what you told yourself in the beginning.

The respected head priest , a saintly missionary. Had been reduced to nothing but a man who was unable to resist one of his more carnal and frowned upon desires, lust. A sin said to be one of the greatest downfalls of men, and he knows it's true because you are the undoing of him. You’re fat hips are pushing pack to meet his cruel thrusts with vigor, and he knows he’s supposed to be a man of God, a role model who teaches the holy texts. But with the way your walls are strangling his cock, he thinks he’d rather be reborn into a lifetime of sin for a millennia if this is how delicious it was. And this had only been a small taste, a tiny indulgence on the long list of vile things that he wanted to do to your sweet, pliant body.

Simon knows he should feel ashamed, and on some level he does. For goodness' sake, he was supposed to be an important role model, especially for the youth of the church. But instead he was defiling one of them—a sister he occasionally counseled in the holiest of places. More specifically, he had her spread out on the altar. If this act alone didn't condemn him to hell, he didn't know what would, so he might as well make sure it was worth it. Brimstone and hellfire couldn't compare to the flames that were currently running through his bloodstream because of you.

He can't seem to decide whether or not you're a demon or an angel, so he decides you're both. Because there is absolutely nothing angelic about the way your pussy is weeping on his thick cock. No heavenly being would allow themselves to be bent over the altar with their clothing littered on the carpet like this. Eyes rolling to the back of their heads as the crucifix above them witnesses the whole indecent act altogether. So this is where his dilemma begins, because only an angel could be this beautiful. Have those innocent, doe eyes that made him want to corrupt you since day one. That gorgeous laugh. But maybe it isn't worth thinking about, at least not right now. Not when he finally has what he wants in the palm of his hand.

Everything about it was completely obscene. A sheen of sweat coating his, and your skin. You were fucking like animals, and the worst part is that you both got a thrill out of it. It was really quite simple: Simon was the predator, and you were his prey. The pretty little bunny who stumbled across the wolf . And he'd devour you again and again until he was satiated. His hands couldn't stop their attack on your lush skin even if he wanted to, he would sink his teeth in so deeply that no one else would even dare to look at you. Your plump ass was now a deep shade of crimson from his bruising assault on it, and your pretty eyes were flowing. A cry escapes your throat, and he quickly has a fist tangling in your hair to see the sight for himself. Angling your head backwards to see that adorable face, aren't you a vision? Your makeup, at least what's left of it, is almost gone. Drool running out of your open mouth. He's already made you come twice.

It's humiliating. Being unable to do anything but stare dumbly through the blur of your tears. And a moment passes before the man cruelly laughs at what he's reduced you to, you swear his eyes are a darker shade. His husky voice rings out. "Look at you, all dumb and cock drunk for me. This is all you needed, wasn't it?? Needed me to bully this little cunt. Hmm ??" Brutal thrusts never stopping because he wants to see you struggle. "Answer me bunny ,I wont ask again" the priest says in an even harsher tone. It's too good, too much, and you're trying to remember how to speak, which clearly isn't done fast enough for his liking. Seeing as his palm strikes one of your tear stained cheeks before you can even blink. A half moan, half gasp of y-yes! escaping your plush lips at the harsh treatment, fingers grasping at the edges of the altar for dear life. How could you go back to living without this pleasure?

You've gone completely boneless beneath him now, shoulders giving out and unable to hold up your weight any longer, top half slumped on the sleek wood. Taut nipples resting on the surface. The fact that the beloved priest you'd come to know had a side so devilish to his friendly demeanor only muddled your brain further. There was no doubt that you were thoroughly enjoying it. Hell might be waiting for you, but at least the journey there will be filled with his cock. How could anyone resist pleasure like this? Slick drips down your thighs in a never-ending river, lewd sounds following every time he sinks into your plush hole. Simon doesn't think he'll ever be able to get enough of it, or of you.

He's nearing the edge now, and he's going to take you with him. A hand drifts down to massage your head sweetly. "That's it, pretty girl, just one more time for me. Let me fill you up" And with a faint hum of approval from you, he's dragging his agile digits between your trembling legs. Thumb going to caress your sensitive clit with his thumb. White-hot pleasure building up to the limit for the both of you. Guttural groans part from his lips, and with a few more motions of his hips and thumb, you're both falling together. Kitten like whimpers sounding from your mouth.

Your battered cunt milking him for all he's worth while he fills you to the brim. So completely and utterly full. Any guilt and doubt that he had once felt is gone because he knows he'd choose this every time, choose you every time. And he makes sure to get the message across by littering your neck and torso with gentle kisses. "You did so well, so so well for me". His words instantly put a dopey smile on your face. Only reaffirming the thought that you wanted this man to be yours forever.

AN//: This was my longest work / fic ever?? I plan To release multiple parts for it Soon. Hopefully you guys enjoy because I tried my best and was very proud of how this turned out. Bye!!! <3333

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kokomyass · 4 months

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Gojo Satoru ☆ Camping trip

Gojo x Fem!Reader

Genre: ☁️

Word Count:1427

Trigger warnings⚠️: none, other than swearing

Second person POV

"C'mon Y/N it is gonna be great bonding for us!" you cocked an eyebrow up at your tall and overly expressive boyfriend. "...and the students....BUT that doesn't matter! It's all in the name of love~"

You were fortunate enough to be in a relationship with THE Gojo Satoru even though you found yourself forgetting why you were in a relationship with him at times... such as now...

As part of his responsibility as a teacher, he was meant to take out the first and second years on a camping bonding trip, however to make up for the lost bonding time you and him had lost due to one thing or another he was suggesting you tag along.

"Gojo...I don't know, I feel like a lot could go wrong, plus we don't want to be acting all in love around the students."

Although you did believe it would certainly...be an experience... you weren't sure if Principal Yaga would agree to such a request. He would probably think you and Gojo were planning on doing unholy deeds in a tent.

"Y/N THAT DOES NOT MATTER." Gojo exclaimed, gripping your hands firmly.

"I have spoken to Principal Yaga, and he says it's fine. The students probably know we are together already because i don't know about you, but I think it's quite obvious, and-"

"FINE!! I'LL GO!!" You cave in and decide to go because no matter what, it seems like Gojo won't back down.

"Your amazing Y/N!! You won't regret it!" Gojo laughs as he picks you up and spins you before giving a tender, soft kiss on your lips.

"Okay...okay...let me go and get ready, alright Satoru?" you tell him whilst still grinning from his cuteness. He nods and hugs you before parting ways as he needs to go and get the students in check.

Time skip

You had finished packing everything that you would need and you were now stood in front of the students with Gojo whilst he briefed them on everything that was going to happen on the trip.

"Last but most definitely not least...your sensei, Y/N will be joining us!!" Gojo said as he wrapped a firm arm around your shoulders and you smiled at the students and the first years all cheered.

"I bet the only reason she is coming is because they wanna get down and dirty in a tent.." Maki mumbled as there was a chorus of 'Yeah's as they watched you and Gojo happily talking together.

"Well I love Y/N so I'm so glad she's coming!" Nobara adds and her and Itadori fangirl over you and Megumi silently agrees.

You all got in the minibus driven by Ijichi and of course you and Gojo sat at the front as you sighed in tiredness, laying your head on his shoulder.

"Feeling sleepy, princess?" Gojo wraps at arm around you moving you closer to him and pressing a soft kiss on your head.

You sigh once more after inhaling Gojo's comforting and warm scent that immediately made you feel relaxed and fatigued.

"Yeah...mind if I take a nap? Lemme know once we get there, okay?" you peck Gojo's cheek before getting all cosy in Gojo's arms.

Time Skip

You stir awake to shuffling as you had reached your destination.

"Morning sleeping beauty! Did you have a good nap?" Gojo said with his signature smile which was enough to make someone's day.

"I sure did...thanks for being such an amazing cushion haha" you both chuckle together as you start telling to students to get off the bus.

You had all gotten off the bus, and the first activity for the day was some sort of trail that Gojo had planned whilst you stayed back setting up camp.

"Alright kids!! Who is ready to witness the power of mother nature!" Gojo said with energy and enthusiasm (something that the students very much lacked)

You couldn't help but chuckle at your cute boyfriends efforts to make everyone happy.

You waved them all goodbye before setting up the camp with a bit of Ichiji's help before he went back.

You feel asleep whilst reading a book sat in your transportable chair that Gojo remembered to bring for you.

Sadly, awoken from your slumber by someone cupping your cheeks and breathing softly.

"Wake up honey we are back~" a creepy voice said as you felt kinda like you were on crack

"Wha...What's going on..?"

Once you fully opened your eyes you were greeted with a hilarious sight.

All the first year were covered in mud and dirt and you were pretty sure Megumi had a rat in his hair and Yujii had a leech on his arm.

Whilst the second years...had(everything the first years had) along with scratches and bee stings.

"Y/N tell your boyfriend that if he wanted to fucking kill us then he could've done so in a heartbeat. After all there is a bounty on his head. I don't even know why anyone would want this useless hunk of a man." Maki was fuming, which was very reasonable looking at the state she was in.

Gojo chuckled nervously, sweat dropping from his forehead as he brought his hands up in defense.

"Heyyy Maki!! Calm down!! Maybe you need some s'mores cause-"

"I don't need any mother fucking s'mores. What I need is for a white haired bitch to stop pissing me off."

At this point Panda and Inumaki were holding onto Maki for dear life.

You decided to chip in to maybe calm everyone down.

"Okay guys clearly you been through some tough shit...but good thing is your back here with me!"

"What about m-" Gojo chipped you before stopping as you shot him a death glare. "ˢᵒʳʳʸ."

"Anyway let me make you some food and s'mores and let us all relax"

Everyone calmed down after hearing your words and all the students went to wash up.

Time Skip

Everyone was now huddled around the campfire, feeling sleepy(aka asleep on one another) after the days activities.

"Hey Y/N, my love, I have something to show you." you cocked an eyebrow up wondering what your boyfriend could have in store

Gojo took off his blindfold and put it on you to cover your eyes up from his surprise.

"You didn't even give me time to see your lovely eyes, Satoru.." you joked as he let out a soft chuckle

"Soon you will be able to stare at this beautiful face all you want." you giggled as he held your hand firmly.

He guided you quite far into the forest making you feel a bit worried. He seemed to notice this and decided to wrap his arm around you instead.

"Don't worry Y/N your with me you've got nothing to worry about."

You had finally reached your destination and Gojo carefully took of your blindfold revealing the most romantic, beautiful and euphoric scene right in front of you.

Gojo had set up a picnic with fireflies lighting up the area, a soft scent of cinnamon and spice, delicious delicacies that you always enjoyed...it was the perfect date.

You were dumbfounded as Gojo guided you to sit down on the picnic blanket.

"So..do you like it?"

"Like it? Oh Satoru, I love it!! I love you so so much, I could never ask for a better boyfriend"

You leaped into Gojo's arms and kiss him deeply with nothing but genuine love.

He engulfed you in his arms for a while smiling like he had everything he could ever ask for (which he did)

"I love you more, my love...it was worth leaving the students behind earlier..."

"Say what?!" you shouted realising what may have caused the atrocities to happen to the kids.

"Nothing at all!! Now lets enjoy this before we have to go back to being responsible adults."

"Umm sweetheart, your not usually responsi-"

He shut you up by shoving a cake in your mouth as you both laughed together and enjoyed each others company.

A lil add on for yall:

The next day Gojo got reprimanded my Yaga after the students submitted their reports of what happened and he received a particularly hateful on towards Gojo from an anonymous student.

Gojo still thought it was worth it for the night of his life with you though...

A/N

I hope you guys enjoyed that and love you lots 💜🔮

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