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straykeedz · 7 months

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day 3: changbin + blowjob

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tw: changbin’s stressed so reader literally asks him to use their mouth as a fleshlight (i’m sorry💀); oral (m receiving, duh 🙄); a bit of throat fucking; cum swallowing; mention of showering together; ♡

wc: 2,1k

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When you enter your shared bedroom, you’re surprised to find Changbin sitting on the edge of the bed, elbows resting on his knees as his face is buried in his hands. He doesn’t acknowledge your presence in the room, too focused in whatever’s going on inside his head. You let out a heavy sigh as you make your way inside the room - the faint light of the lamp on his nightstand being the only source of light in your bedroom. You don’t know what’s up with your fiancé lately, but whatever it is - it’s starting to worry you.

You get closer to him, but he’s still not aware of you being in the same room as him, so you call his name to get his attention. “Binnie…”, your voice is sweet, and your fingers immediately find their way to his soft, curly hair, freshly washed.

He immediately snaps his head up in your direction, letting his arms fall limp along his sides as he stares at you like an abandoned puppy, big, brown eyes looking into yours. He looks absolutely wrecked, defeated, and you hate it. You want to ease the weight on his shoulders, but you’re also aware of the fact that he doesn’t like to be forced to open up about his feelings.

“Y/n…”, he calls your name softly, spreading his legs even wider to accommodate your body between them, wrapping his limbs around your figure and resting his forehead on your stomach, you don’t stop caressing his soft hair.

“Everything alright, Bin?”, you murmur, and you feel him shaking his head against your stomach. “Wanna talk about it?”

He sighs deeply. “Life’s just being a bitch lately.”, he says, tone defeated and tired.

“Something happened at work?”, you try.

Being a worldwide famous idol and producer is not easy, Changbin learned it the hard way. You honestly understand where this is coming from, and just wish you could ease some of his pressure from his shoulders.

“Not really, the usual.”, he mutters. “I’ve been feeling unproductive lately, that’s all. Can’t find the inspiration and everything I produce is shit.”

Now you get why he’s been sulking more than usual the past days. Changbin hates when he’s feeling uninspired - he doesn’t like to be forced to write lyrics or produce music, as he feels it’s not genuine. So, he find himself stuck in a limbo: being stressed because unproductive and being unproductive because stressed, and it’s driving him crazy.

“I think you should take some time off to yourself.”, you suggest, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to give him a massage, knowing he loves feeling your hands on him. “You know, just a couple of days - you’re too stressed.”

He practically moans when your fingers press on the muscles of his clavicle. Another defeated sigh leaves his mouth, and you feel his strong arms hold you tighter as he nuzzles his face against your stomach.

“I can’t do that.”, he grunts. “They need me, I can’t take a day off, let alone a couple.”, you can’t see him, but he rolls his eyes. Honestly, he wishes he could just not go to work for a while and rest peacefully and maybe enjoy a good meal instead of eating instant ramen every other day, but the agency’s been biting his ass and pressuring him into writing more music, and they’d never allow him to do that.

“Mh.”, you hum sadly, sincerely concerned about him. “This just means we’ll have to find another way to get you relaxed and to relieve some of your stress…”, you trail, the grip on his shoulder a bit more intense now, and you hope he got the hint. He snaps his head up to meet your eyes, and by the smirk that appears on his lips, it looks like he did.

“Oh, yeah?”, he raises his eyebrows, grinning. “And what did you have in mind?”, he purrs, his hands moving from your thighs to your ass, cupping and squeezing the flesh as you bite your lip.

“Mhh, I was thinking of something on the line of…”, you bend a little to whisper the following words in his ear, knowing it’ll drive him crazy. “You using my mouth like a fleshlight to get off.” When you pull away, you find him looking at you with his eyes wide open and his mouth agape, shocked by your words. “Would you like that?”

It’s a stupid question and an understatement, Changbin thinks, because you should see the way his cock practically came to life as soon as his brain processed what you’d said. So, instead of answering with words like a normal human being - he frantically nods, looking at you with big, brown puppy eyes as he licks his lips in anticipation.

“How do you want me?”, you ask, and he feels like he’s about to pass out.

“On your knees, love, please.” Changbin’s tone is demanding yet sweet at the same time - even when he’s in the mood to dominate you in bed, he can’t find it in himself to be too rough or too harsh with you, nor to offend you with words, even though you reassured him plenty of times that it’s okay if he does, that you like it.

You nod eagerly, a smile spreading on your face as you kneel before him, positioning yourself between his spread thighs - thankfully, there’s a fluffy rug at the end of the bed, so that you don’t hurt your knees when you go down on him, though it’s not the reason why you bought it. Maybe.

You automatically reach for his cock, still confined in his sweats, but rock hard nonetheless, and squeeze it through the thin fabric. Changbin doesn’t usually wear boxers to sleep, he doesn’t like how tight they feel against his skin, so that allows to feel him a bit closer. However, it’s not enough, and Changbin swiftly hooks his thumb on the hem of his sweats and pulls them off, lifting his body from the mattress just enough to let them slide off his ass and thighs.

When you finally wrap your fingers around his length, Changbin hisses and closes his eyes shut, too blessed in the feeling. It’s been a while since you’d last done that - with his busy schedule, he also had had to sacrifice long, steamy, lovemaking sessions, and your intimacy had mainly sticked to quickies or spooning sex lately, with basically zero foreplay.

You spit on your fingers to coat them in your saliva, which you use as a lubricant, before starting to jerk him off - slowly, just how he likes it. When he does it to himself, he does it fast, but when you’re the one with your hand around his cock - he wishes the feeling would last forever. He kicks his head back when you brush his slit with the pad of your thumb, gripping the sheets beneath him as you spread his pre-cum all over his cockhead.

“Mhh, like that.”, he moans, cock twitching in your hand. “I love it when you touch me.”, he opens his eyes to look at you.

You smile at him. “And I love touching you.”, you bite your lower lip as you bring your mouth closer to his dick.

Changbin feels his soul leave his body when you wrap your lips around the tip of his cock, warm, wet mouth engulfing him - sensation so good it’s almost enough to make him cum on the spot. He almost forgot how your mouth feels like around him, and the feeling sends a shiver down his spine and a pleasant tingle in his cock, all the way from his base to the tip.

“God, how I love your mouth.”, his words are followed by a shaky breath as he feels you taking him deeper in your mouth - albeit not without struggling because of his girth. Changbin brings one hand to your face, caressing your cheek with his thumb as he witness your mouth being stuffed with his fat cock.

You pull away, letting his cock fall out of your mouth as you continue to jerk him off, a string of saliva connecting your mouth to it, a sight that has Changbin biting on his lower lip. “Wanna fuck it?”, you ask, a bit breathlessly.

Changbin’s eyes widen and his breath gets stuck in his throat. “Yes.”, he responds, equally breathlessly. “God, yes.”

Changbin sucks in a breath when you wrap your lips around him once again, and he wastes no time in tangling his fingers in your hair in a very messy ponytail, careful to not pull your hair too hard as he slowly pushes you down on his cock, slurping sounds blessing his ears as you sink deeper on his length. He can feel your spit dripping from your mouth and all over his shaft, some ending on his balls, and his other hand grips even tighter on the bedsheets as he flexes the muscles of his thighs in order to control himself.

An obscene whimper leaves his mouth when you gag around him. “Oh, my God.”, goosebumps all over his skin. “Y-Yeah, just like that.”, he moans. “Choke on my cock like that.”

He kicks his head back as he continues to push your mouth on his cock to the point the tip of your nose is buried in the soft, trimmed hair on his pubic bone, his tip hitting the back of your throat with each movement as you hum around him. When your other hand finds its way to his balls, he nearly chokes on air and pulls you away from his cock, giving you time to regain your breath. When he looks at you - you have mascara running all over your face, and saliva drooling on your chin, mixed with his arousal. He thinks it’s the most beautiful sight ever, but of course he’s biased.

“Gonna fuck your throat now, love.”, his tone is sweet even when he says such filthy things to you. “Tap on my thigh if it gets too much, alright?”, he caresses your cheek sweetly.

You nod eagerly, and he stands up from the bed, towering above you. You moan when he wraps his own fingers around the base of his cock and slaps your mouth with his hard length, albeit lightly. You immediately part your lips when he aligns his cock to your mouth, welcoming him inside of you once again. Then, his hands move to each side of your face to keep you in place as he starts to rock his hips.

At first, he goes slow, his cock only halfway inside your mouth, giving you time to adjust to his length and to regulate your breathing through your nose. Once he’s made sure you’re okay, he starts to thrust inside your mouth, each time deeper and deeper until he’s fully buried inside your throat.

“You’re doing so good, love.”, he moans, pulling out almost all the way only to thrust back inside your mouth, squelching sounds filling the room together with his whimpers and your hums, clearly pleased with the way he’s using your throat to get off. After all, it’s what you asked him to do. “Looking so good with my cock in your throat.”, he pulls away a couple of locks of hair from your face, then entangles his fingers in your hair once again as he starts to thrust faster and faster, evidently close to finding his release.

“Mhh.”, his moans start to become more high-pitched, and his cock is throbbing in your throat. It’s only a matter of seconds before he shoots his load in your throat, reaching his yearned and deserved orgasm. “Go- God, I’m - fuck, I’m cumming, I’m cumming.”, he chants, knees buckling a little when he finally releases inside your mouth, hot spurts of his seed filling your mouth, some landing on your tongue, which you swallow gladly.

He pulls his cock out of you as soon as he’s made sure he’s given you until the very last drop of his cum, letting you regain your regular breathing as he brushes the skin of your face with his thumbs, trying to fix or at least clean your smudged mascara from under your eyes, smiling softly at you. He just loves you so much.

“Let me grab you a towel.”, he tells you sweetly, but before he can leave the room you stand up, legs feeling a bit shaky.

You shake your head as a no. “Come in the shower with me and then we can cuddle?”

Yes, Changbin is sure he’s found the love of his life in you.

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sweetdreamlandstuff · 2 years

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Attractive things the Haikyu men do - Part 2

Characters: timeskip Atsumu / Kuroo / Daichi / Kageyama / Sakusa / Bokuto x gender neutral reader

Notes: A collection of things they do or habits they have that are sexy/attractive. Pretty self-explanatory lol (and soft!). Part 1 is here. Hope you enjoy and let me know what you think! :)

Atsumu Miya

Atsumu probably has no idea what he does to you, sitting in front of you like that. His muscular thighs are spread, his large hands casually laying on the rests of the armchair.

You gulp, trying to tear your eyes away from his imposing figure. But you’re unable to. He just looks too good tonight, all dressed up, his black suit clinging perfectly to his body.

His hazel eyes find yours. Your eyes widen in surprise when you realize he caught you staring. His lips curl into a smug smirk. He hums absentmindedly, not even listening as Osamu continues to talk with him.

Atsumu slightly sits up, adjusting his trousers. His gaze doesn’t leave yours in the process. You feel your cheeks growing hot, your heart beating loudly in your chest.

You avert your gaze, not being able to maintain the intense eye contact any longer. You don’t even have to look at him to know that a big shit-eating grin is plastered on his face. And you also know that he's going to tease you about this the whole ride back home.

Tetsurou Kuroo

You look up, your bleary eyes fixing on the man working across from you. The office is dimly lit, the light reflecting off of his black and messy hair.

It’s pretty late, but you two know you have to get this work done today. You have no choice. But there could be worse things than being stuck with Kuroo, you muse as you gaze at him.

He doesn’t notice you staring, so you let yourself have this moment. His hand is buried in his ruffed-up hair, a slight frown on his face as he scans over the documents. You watch his large hands flip through the pages before he leans back.

He lets out a long, tired sigh, resting his head against the chair. You swallow against the dryness in your mouth as you watch him move. His slender fingers work; loosening his tie, the small motion so effortless. Yet it intrigues you more than you’d ever care to admit.

Daichi Sawamura

The warmth of his large hand seeps through the thin fabric of your dress. You swear, his hand was meant to rest on the small of your back as if it was carved for him.

You gulp, trying to concentrate on the conversation unfolding in front of you but in all honesty - you can’t. Especially now that his thumb rubs small circles onto you, causing goosebumps to rise on your skin.

Daichi probably thinks this little movement soothes you, although it has the opposite effect. You swallow hard against the dryness forming in your mouth before you turn your head.

You watch his side profile, noticing the large smile laying on his lips. His deep voice rings in your ears although you can’t catch the meaning of his words. He’s handsome, of course, he is. But with his hand on your back, guiding you through the crowd, his protective, if not possessive, hands on you - you swear you’ve never found him more attractive.

Tobio Kageyama

“I thought that maybe we could…” Your unfinished sentence hangs in the air, as you watch Kageyama’s hands gliding along the steering wheel.

He puts the car in reverse before he turns his head, looking through the rear window. You stay silent as you observe him doing so. Your eyes glide along his features, noticing the concentrated expression on his face and the sharp cut of his jawline. You ogle his arm, noticing his biceps straining against his shirt.

Kageyama places his hand behind your seat. His fingertips slightly brush against the back of your neck, causing you to shudder. You hold your breath, only exhaling when he’s done. His dark blue eyes search for your gaze.

“What were you saying?” He asks, oblivious to the feeling he caused to rise in you. You don’t have an answer to his question. Your thoughts are now circling around, well, other things.

Kiyoomi Sakusa

Sakusa usually wakes up before you. That’s why you feel incredibly grateful that you get to see him like this, still sleeping soundly next to you. You know it is only a matter of minutes before he will wake up so you cherish that you can quietly observe him now.

You take in the sight of him, warmth spreading in your chest. His eyes are closed softly, his breath is falling steadily and his curls hang messily into his face.

You stroke the strand of hair out of his face, admiring the two little moles on his forehead. You don’t know how long you watch him before he awakes.

You look at him as he slowly peels his eyes open, his gaze slowly clearing and fixing on you. He lazily smiles upon meeting your gaze.

“Were you staring at me?” He inquires drowsily, his voice barely above a whisper. The sound of his deep, raspy morning voice makes your insides twist.

“Hm?” You pretend not to have heard him, just to hear his voice once more.

A small smile stretches across his face. You melt at the sight. Oh, how you love him.

Koutarou Bokuto

Bokuto is, usually, a happy and cheerful person. So it doesn’t surprise you that he loves to hum to himself, to sing loudly in the shower, or quietly to himself when he cooks.

But what surprises you is how attractive it makes him to you. You’re not sure how to explain it, the effect it has on you, the way it makes your heart flutter and your cheeks flush. Maybe it’s the contrast between his strong, buff figure, and the soft sounds dropping from his lips.

When you get home from work and he is already at home, you stand there quietly in the frame of the kitchen, just for a minute, to hear him singing absentmindedly, as he chops up some vegetables.

You’ve never told him how you like it. And you’re not sure if you ever will, considering that telling him that he is a pretty good singer will only go to his head.

So you just wait until he notices you standing there, watching his expression lighten up upon his eyes meeting you.

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dljcem · 9 months

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ೃ༄ Apple Cider

johnny cade x gn!reader

warnings: not beta or proof read, brief mentions of smoking/injury, prompt credits to @/lovemeagoodprompt

5 times johnny wanted to tell you he loves you + 1 time he finally did !

Johnny couldn’t quite tell what you were talking about anymore. Somewhere in the conversation, he’d lost track of your commentary—who was running away, who was in jail, who was going with who, who stole what and where and why…

He was about to nod, feign (or try to, at least) some form of understanding, when you suddenly stopped.

“What?” he queries, wiping his cheeks with the back of his hand. “Do I have something on my face?”

Without saying a word, you lean in, skimming the edge of his jacket collar before folding it down. A deep flush covers his features—he can only watch in stunned silence as you regain your earlier position, almost like nothing had ever happened.

“There!” you smile brightly at him; he swears his heart stops. He’s about to say something, but you promptly cut him off, resuming whatever story you’d been sharing before.

ii.

Johnny rummages through his pockets for what feels like the tenth time—still, the familiar weight of his lighter is nowhere to be found. A smile plays on your lips upon seeing his predicament; he doesn’t seem to notice, too caught up in frustration.

You retrieve your own lighter, tucked safely into the back of your jeans, and place it in his palm. That gets his attention.

“Keep it.”

He does so with hesitance, lights his cigarette and takes a long drag. Albeit a relatively small gesture, it has his head spinning—only you could make him swoon with something as insignificant.

“Thanks, Y/N.” he mumbles, averting his gaze before you can sense there’s something amiss. He drowns out the words threatening to spill from his mouth with smoke.

iii.

Johnny doesn’t like parties. Not the alcohol, or the music, or the outright concerning amounts of people. He does like you, though—perhaps that’s why he’s sitting on some flimsy couch instead of walking home.

His arm is going numb under the weight of your head, yet he doesn’t move a muscle. He briefly wonders how you sleep amidst such chaos; soundly, by the looks of it.

You stir with a small noise, further burying your face in his shoulder. He knows then he’ll be there all night. He can’t bring himself to disrupt your rest when you’re oh so peaceful.

“Sweet dreams, Y/N.”

The rest goes unsaid.

iv.

Johnny lets you brush his hair back, doesn’t flinch as you press an antiseptic-doused cotton ball to the cut on his temple. The only sign of discomfort is the subtle creasing of his brows—somehow, you still catch on.

“You alright?”

He nods, straining a quick response to appease your concerns. He instinctively reaches up, traces the jagged outline of the wound. He knows for a fact it’ll leave a scar; an ugly one, at that.

“It’s not all bad,” you shrug, reading his mind once again, “makes you look tough.”

He looks away and tries to convince himself you mean nothing by it.

Johnny rests his back on the grass, damp from the morning rain. You’re laying only a few inches away, hair splayed in different directions. He watches as you search for patterns in the stars—amidst your concentration, you don’t notice his gaze.

“Pretty, isn’t it?” you prop yourself up on your elbows to get a closer look, smile because you’ve finally found what you were looking for (or, rather, something close to it.)

“…yeah.”

He glances at the dark sky; finds that its not nearly as pretty as you.

vi.

Johnny looks at the horizon, where the setting sun casts various shades of orange. The porch steps are rough against his knees, old and worn from years of use—still, he is calm. You seem to share the sentiment, much quieter than you normally are.

“Hey, Y/N?” his question is but a whisper; you hum in acknowledgment.

“I think I love you.”

Before he can regret it, you’re leaning your head on his shoulder. And, for once, you meet his eyes.

“I love you too, Johnny.”

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cocogrrrl · 9 months

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who are you?

while you're on a date with your boyfriend, when a girl comes up claiming that she's his boyfriend. (requested!)

main three (separate) x gn!reader cw: fear of being cheated on/replaced for two, yn being called a whore + sleaze wc: 2046 for all

an: my first request!!!!!! >▿< i hope this suffices! also stan's is a lot more light hearted than kenny and kyle's huhu

🍀 k. broflovski (wc: 679)

You were out on a park date with Kyle. The two of you were propped up against a tree, with your body loosely leaning on his as well. You buried yourself further into him, your lips humming against his neck.

He seemed to find the action ticklish, brushing you off of his shoulder by gently holding your head up by the chin as if you were just as delicate as porcelain. He stared at you, and you could tell that it seemed like he couldn’t get enough of you.

“I love-” you whispered against his lips, right before being cut off by a foreign voice off in the distance.

“Who are you?” A random girl spat out right in front of you. Kyle immediately let go of your chin, both of you sharing a confused look before looking back at her.

Kyle was the first one to answer. “What do you mean?” He asked, turning his head at the girl.

“Huuhhhh!? You’re my boyfriend, duh! Why are you hanging out with… that?” She said. Immediately, your head whipped towards Kyle’s direction, eyes pleading to confirm or deny that what she said was true.

“Look,” he sighed, closing his eyes—an action you’ve come to familiarize yourself with whenever he got upset or angered. Hopefully, he hasn’t been lying to you, right? I mean, he does seem genuine, but…god. “I have no idea who you are or what you’re trying to do. Can you just leave us alone?”

She scoffed, rolling her eyes. “Yeah, that’s exactly what a two-timing dick would say!”

“I think you’re looking for the wrong guy. I’m not whoever your boyfriend is.”

“Yes, you are! You’re,” she took a short pause. “...Brad.” She said with full conviction. It felt almost as if a thunderstorm swept itself off your shoulder. You released the biggest sigh you must’ve let out in your life. “And I can’t believe you’re cheating on me! With someone less hotter than me, not to mention.”

“Don’t you dare talk about my partner like that!” Now he snapped, pulling you close to him. “Just cut whatever the fuck you’re trying to do. You got the wrong name anyway!”

She stared at him in shock and disbelief, her jaw dropping on the floor. She turned around, probably to walk away now, but before she did, she leaned into you. “Watch out for that son of a bitch.” She said, walking away right after.

“I’m sorry,” he let out an exasperated sigh, holding your body up as he rested his head on your shoulder. “Gah, I feel so embarrassed.”

“Hey,” you cooed, patting his head. “It’s okay. You didn’t do anything wrong.”

“I know, but I,” he mumbled, his frustration making him grip onto you a little tighter. “Agh, thank you.” He raised his head, smiling at you. “I hope you weren’t super worried or anything.”

“I kinda was…” You pouted. “It’s not your fault or anything! I know you're better than that. My mind just started jumping to conclusions faster than I could stop it. Sorry.”

“No, no,” he said, removing his hands wrapped around you to lift your head, making you make eye contact with him. “I understand.”

“Thank you, Kyle, especially for when you were defending me earlier.” You hummed, leaning into his touch.

“Thank you too, YN, for not storming out or anything.” He laughed. “You were about to say something earlier, right? Before that whole thing happened?”

Your mind snapped back to earlier, and you quickly nodded. “It was nothing.”

“No, I wanna hear it.” He smiled.

“Ah, well,” you nervously mumbled against his hand. “I just wanted to say I love you…” Your words came up more muffled than remotely discernable, to which Kyle found himself giggling.

“What?”

You raised your head from his hand, dragging your lips right next to Kyle’s—the same position you two were in a few moments ago. “I just wanted to say I love you.” You whispered, all breathy.

“I love you too.” He giggled, nudging his nose into yours as he briefly closed the gap.

🍁 k. mccormick (wc: 755)

Traveling through the streets with Kenny, your arms were intertwined—swinging as you two circled around the town. You two shared your headphones. The sun shone but hid within the cloud, so you two weren’t burning right now. If anything, the lush breeze of cold winds blew against you two and made everything cold for you.

Suddenly, something stopped the two of you dead in your tracks.

“Who are you?” A girl spoke up, making you two put your little walk on pause. “And what are you doing with my boyfriend?” Quickly, your head jolted towards Kenny’s, who gave you a look just as shocked as yours.

Now, your relationship with him was still awfully fresh. Before this, he often went from girl to girl. He never really was confirmed to have dated two people at once, but he was a heartthrob amongst most, nonetheless. You worried, like any other rational person. What if he was really two-timing you two?

You turned back to look at her, mumbling out a nervous “I don’t know?” You didn’t notice it at first, but you let go of his hand, your concerns quickly getting the better of you.

“Well, he is my boyfriend, and I think you’re just being used by him.” She said, pushing you off to the side as she hugged Kenny’s arms like a koala—who pushed her off of him immediately.

“Kenny, is this true?” You looked at him, maintaining a farther distance from him. You were worried, maybe a little insecure too. Those attributes were playing themselves to the maximum right now.

“God, of course not!” He clicked his tongue, shaking his head and walking over to grab you by the sides of your arms. You flinched and took a few steps behind. “YN. I’d never do a thing like that. I understand you’re worried, given everything about me before, but I promise.”

“How can I be sure of that?” You looked worriedly at him, then back at the girl who had a smug grin on her face.

“Because I like you,” he breathed out. “I like you a whole lot.” He smiled at you, not daring to move any closer for fear it would make you uncomfortable. “And because I have no fuckin’ idea who this girl is.” For a split second, you felt like you could completely trust him again like he was being genuinely honest. For a split second, just his gaze cured you of all your worries.

The girl spoke up once more. “What? I’m your girlfriend!” Just like that, your fears snapped back as fast as they left. You stood there frozen, watching what Kenny would say next.

“Look, girl, I really don’t know who you are.” Kenny rolled his eyes, sighing as he rubbed the back of his neck to relieve some tension. “So unless you got some hard proof that we’ve hooked up before, like texts or pictures or somethin’, YN is my partner as far as I’m concerned.”

She scoffed in reply, but she remained silent. Seems like she was stirring up some trouble all for nothing then. “I… I don’t, but I can’t believe you’re sleeping around with some sleaze!”

He walked up to her, pressing his hands firmly on her shoulders. “Now, you don’t talk to my partner like that, yeah? You know as much about me as I know as much about you—which is none. Stop prying yourself here. It’s fucking embarrassing and you’re only humiliating yourself.” He turned her body away from his direction, giving her a little push. He pulled you and lead you into the opposite direction she was facing.

“Are you okay?” Kenny asked, wrapping his arm around you.

“Yeah, don’t worry,” you sighed, resting your head on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry for that. I’d never do that to you, you know?” He cooed, playing with your hair with the arm around you.

“I know, I know, but that had me completely worried for a second—if I’m being honest and all.”

“I get why. I can’t say I blame you. I mean, I’d be as worried as you were if I were in the same position.” You found him resting his head on yours as well. “But, I just hope you know that ever since we got together, I’ve completely changed from that side of me. I really like you a lot, and I just can’t bare the thought of losing you because of something stupid like that.”

“Ken?”

“Hmm?”

“Thank you, Kenny. I like you a lot too.”

🎸 s. marsh (wc: 612)

You and Stan were by a bar, mindlessly chatting as you two were mindlessly drinking. The atmosphere was crowded and busy. Though it would be overwhelming, especially adding onto the strong scents of alcohol and sweat, you’ve learned how to tune those things out as best as you could.

Stan was currently talking about what he and his best friend Kyle were up to earlier, you gazing deeply at him—forgetting to pay attention, even. “Yeah, and then Kyle was all angry all of a sudden. I get it, though, but like-”

A whiny, near-shrill voice caught both of your attention. “There you are! I’ve been looking everywhere for you!” She sighed, taking a seat right next to him, hugging his arm.

Needless to say, Stan had a bothered look, pulling his arm away from her as he faced back to you, mouthing a ‘Who is she?’ at you. You shrugged.

To be honest, you were pretty sure that Stan hasn’t been seeing other people. I mean, he spent most of his time either with you, Kyle, or at work. He work alongside Kyle, and you trusted his friend, so you were sure you would’ve heard something already if he was doing something like that.

The girl behind scoffed. “Oh, my god! You’re so embarrassed. Why did you do that to me? Your girlfriend? Hellooooo?” She yelled amongst all the noise, waving a hand in front of his face.

Stan rolled his eyes, pinching his nose. “Dude, look,” he sighed, turning his direction towards her. “I only talk to, like, five people a day, max—and that includes my parents. I don’t know what your deal is, but I literally have no idea who you are.” He replied blankly but at the same volume.

“You’re only saying that because you're with some trashy whore you found on the street. You’re too nice to hurt her feelings.” She sneered, glaring at you deeply. You weren’t hurt by her comment, you were better than that, but you did find her really funny.

“Don’t say that. That’s my actual partner.” He shook his head, rubbing the sides of it to cool himself down. “We’ve been together for a year now. You’re just embarrassing yourself.”

“But I am your girlfriend!” She pouted, landing a fist on the table.

“Don’t think so.” He hummed nonchalantly, taking a sip of his drink.

“You’re so annoying! I’m breaking up with you.”

“Wow. I’m so hurt.” He replied sarcastically, tapping his foot and resting his head on the palm of his hand as he waited for the exchange to be over.

“Ugh, don’t come crying saying you regret you did!” She cried, pushing him as she got out of the place, making a beeline towards the door underneath the luminous ‘exit’ sign.

“Uhuh, ‘kay. Buh-bye.” He said, double-checking if she was actually gone. A few moments after she was gone, you burst into a laugh. Stan rolled his eyes at first but found himself joining you as well—with him even ending up banging on the table.

“What exactly just was that?” You exhaled, catching a breath as you wiped away a tear from your laughs.

“No idea. Fuckin’ weak, though, babe,” he said, brushing your hair out of your face as he tucked the strands behind your ears. “You’re okay, though, right? I’m sure you are. I’m just checking up on you if-”

“Stan, I’m fine. I trust you.” You giggled, pressing a peck on his cheek. “Especially because you had the balls to admit that the only people you talk to, other than Kyle and me, are your parents.”

He groaned, rolling his eyes in annoyance. “Shut up. Oh, my god.”

#cocogrrrl's writing #kyle broflovski x reader #kyle broflovski x y/n #kyle broflovski x you #kyle x reader #kenny mccormick x reader #kenny mccormick x you #kenny mccormick x y/n #kenny mcormick x reader #stan marsh x y/n #stan marsh x you #stan marsh x reader #stan x reader #south park x reader #south park fanfiction

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ittomo · 1 year

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ᴘᴇʀғᴇᴄᴛ ᴛɪᴍɪɴɢ

▸ character(s) : miya a.

▸ summary : you call atsumu at a really bad time, or so he thinks

▸ warnings : NSFW / MDNI, dom!gn!reader, phone sex, degradation+praise, secondhand embarrassment, (mentioned) daddy kink, edging+overstimulation, choking

▸ notes : this is a repost from my old blog !

you must have had the world’s worst timing. that was the only explanation for the situation you got him into, and it had a small part of him wondered if he could still play volleyball if he jumped out of the window in his hotel room.

“‘tsumu! he-“ you cut yourself off and atsumu mentally cursed himself for his blunder. the, uh, video that he was watching was still playing loud and clear for you to hear through his laptop’s speakers, and he was completely frozen, hand still down his pants—despite his plan to press pause—with the other holding his phone up to his ear. he prayed, begged whatever gods that may be listening in that you couldn’t hear what was playing, no matter how impossible that was. “did i call at a bad time?” he cursed himself for answering the call first.

despite the humor evident in your voice, he felt his face go hot and knew that the warmth was quickly spreading down his chest. “n-no, just watchin’ a movie.” he knew the lie was bad—awful, actually—but he wanted to maintain any dignity he had left, and it was only half a second later when he finally came to his senses and paused it.

“sure,” you said it with such a knowing tone that it made atsumu feel lightheaded. at least it seemed like you were letting it go. “anyways, i called to let you know that i’ll be there for the game tomorrow, but i’ll let you go back to your movie.” you snickered to yourself. he was never living this down.

“is- is that all?” again, atsumu found himself praying to any and every deity he could think of.

“just about,” the small pause you took felt like an eternity, “i’m glad i called now, though.”

and all atsumu could do was squeak out a quiet, “why?”

“cause now i know what the great miya atsumu gets up to in the dead of night.” he was fucked. completely and totally fucked. you weren’t letting it go, and at this rate atsumu was starting to worry that death by embarrassment was possible. “because the only movies that i’ve ever heard of where someone’s screaming ‘harder, daddy, harder’ were porn,” and of course you had to make your voice sound all breathy and fucked out, because you’re atsumu’s biggest fucking nightmare apparently.

he felt his whole body shudder, and tried to control his breathing as he held on tight to the very base of his cock. if it weren’t for whatever that was, atsumu was sure that he could’ve dealt with the consequences, but right now? right now he wanted to bury his head in the sand and pretend none of this ever happened. but he would never be able to do that because you had to go and do an impression. and you moaned it.

“‘tsumu?” and of course you had to use that nickname, “hey, i was just messing with you.” he knew that, but the only thing he can think about is the way you sounded before. so moved his hand, reasoning with himself that it was just to alleviate pressure, that there was no way he could carry on with the conversation if his dick was practically throbbing in his hand. “c’mon, i didn’t mean to offend you or anything. i swear i’ll make it up to you if i did.”

“no,” he managed, “’s fine.” but his words are ever so slightly slurred and his voice just a bit too light.

“are you still going at it?” you feigned shock, “you are, aren’t you?” and just as you said that, his breath hitched with a quiet whine. “oh, you dirty dog, ‘tsumu.”

and for whatever reason, that’s what did him in. somewhere, up in that empty head of his, something snapped, and he moaned. there wasn’t even enough time for him to process what had happened before you kept talking, like it was totally normal for the both of you.

“was that good for you? me calling you names?” he whined. “can’t believe you’re so filthy, baby, getting off to me being mean.” for a brief moment he thought he heard fabric rustling from your end, but quickly shut that thought down when it sent a bolt of what felt like electricity down his spine.

“y-yeah, please.” his hand is still loosely wrapped around his cock, trying to keep a steady pace even when his hips keep stuttering.

“why don’t you tell me what you want me to do to you, then?” he could tell that you weren’t quite sure what you were meant to do, that this was new territory, and a small part of him was glad that he wasn’t alone in that.

it took yet another slow, shuddering breath for him to piece himself together enough to form an answer for you, no matter how shaky it was, “want- want ya to be rough ’n make me cry.” that time he was sure that he heard the rustling of your clothes, there was no mistaking it, and the thought alone had him letting out a desperate, frustrated noise.

“you want me that bad, hm?” again, he nodded, but you moved on, “then touch yourself. get off to me talking to you like the perfect little slut you are.”

oh.

a gasp caught in his throat.

oh, fuck.

warmth, burning hot like fiery coals, spread across his body. it made his head feel light, like he wasn’t quite there. not in the way he was before, anyways.

and his hips jerked involuntarily, forcing a moan out of him. and they jerked again and again and again. it was clumsy, but the uneven stuttering of his hips and the loose circle that his hand formed felt far too good to be true.

“i bet you look so good right now, ‘tsumu, fuck.” you moaned. you honest-to-god moaned, and atsumu wasn’t sure what to do with himself. the shuffling from your end, the quiet moan you let out—everything, down to the words you were saying, was too much, and he could tell that he was going to come and soon.

“please, god, please, can i come?” he was babbling, saying anything that came to mind, “need t’come so bad, ple-ease.” his head turned to the side, eyes shut tightly as his stomach tightened and warmth curled its way around him. he just needed one last—

“no.”

he sucked in a sharp breath, his hips coming to a stop mid-thrust, and his eyes snapped open. he was right there, right at that perfect edge. another wave of heat landed hard in his gut, and the sound he let out was something akin to a sob.

“atta boy,” you praised in a low voice, “didn’t think you’d actually stop.” the praise went straight to his cock, and for a brief moment he was tempted to fuck into his fist again. he thought better of it, not wanting to risk any punishment.

god, which wires got crossed for that reaction?

“p-please-“

atsumu’s whole body felt sensitive, like every nerve was firing off all at once, and too hot. his hand twitched around his cock, the sudden tightness punching a breath out of him. and he knew that if you left him there for just a bit longer, he’d be close to tears.

his head was—well, it wasn’t in much better condition. it wasn’t quite empty, per se, but everything was full of you. it all felt hazy and soft around the edges, like he was underwater. and all he could focus on was the quiet sound of your own labored breathing and his shaking hand.

“where’s your phone, baby?” it took him a moment to realize that he was still holding it up.

“’s in ma hand,” he sounded so breathless—so gone.

“good, put it down next to you and leave it on speaker.”

he listened without question, placing his phone on the pillow next to him.

“i want you to bring a hand up to your throat,” you gave him a moment to comply, seemingly understanding how hazy his mind felt. but when his hand finally managed to make its way to his throat, it felt right, comfortable, in a way he couldn’t explain. “make sure that you only press down on the sides, okay? can’t have our star player getting hurt, can we?”

he shook his head, letting himself fall into the feeling of his hand and your voice washing over him. if he knew it would’ve felt this good, he would have called you for something like this a long time ago.

“you think you can fuck your fist for me, baby?” your voice was saccharine, but atsumu focused on how out of breath you sounded, how rough it made your voice.

he gave an experimental roll of his hips, letting out a whine. his nerves already felt frayed, strung out from the sudden stop before, so the first thrust felt like torture. but as he kept going—

“o-oh, god,” he gasped, “i-i wanna come, ple-please, ’s- ’s too much— i—“ he was just babbling, his words quickly devolving into incoherent begging just as quickly as they started. in the back of his mind, he knew that he was being loud, but he couldn’t think hard enough to quiet himself down, nor did he want to.

“you gonna come, ‘tsumu? gonna come for me?” the soft moan you let out had him arching his back and reciting your name like a prayer—or rather, what you assumed to be your name and whatever other babbling went along with it. “bet you’d look so pretty too, just like the cute little slut you are.“

he let out a choked groan, coming into his fist and his whole body going taut. his ears were ringing and his vision completely white, but past that he could hear your panting, the way you were repeating his name over and over. ”please, wanna hear you.“ and he rolled his hips again, the oversensitivity making his skin burn in the best way possible. "f-fuck, i-i'm—”

and that was all he managed before he was teetering at the edge again. the combination of you breathing hard into his ear and struggling to even say his name and the sharp pain and pleasure from having just come a few moments prior had him far too close. but before he could think twice to stop himself, he was coming with a silent scream and a sudden jerk all over again.

he wasn’t even sure what was going on on your end of the line anymore, too out of it to really process much of anything. things were too hazy and too soft for him to want to put them into focus.

“atsumu?” he hummed back, hoping that it’d be enough of a response for the moment. “was that okay?’ the nervousness in your voice was evident and drastically different from the confidence he had heard before.

"yeah,” his voice was slow and he was still struggling to keep up with you.

“are you okay?” he gave you another slow response. “i’ll keep talking to you until you come down, alright?” and you started rambling about different things, praising him for doing well, and reminding him to stretch if he needed it. he realized after a while that his hand was still at his neck, not that there was any pressure there anymore, and a small part of him wished you were there with him and that it was your hand. a bigger part of him knew that he’d have to have a much longer conversation with you about that. but until then, he’d revel in the comfort of your rambling and the habit that those phone calls would turn into.

#atsumu x reader #atsumu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu smut #dom reader #sub haikyuu #hq x reader #hq smut #sub hq #.writing

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whalesforhands · 6 months

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side story i: injuries and patch-ups (satosugu x reader)

warnings: fantasy au, VERY suggestive, ultimately fluff, just geto having dirty thoughts, gojo being cute bcs i think he is, helping with their injuries after the dynamic duo fight each other (ft. shoko) 👍

“Hurrrrryyyy uppppppp!”

Gojo Satoru doesn’t like waiting. Not when he’s been cut, minor slashes all across his torso and upper body, his shirt off to better add the dramatics to how much pain he’s in.

“Satoru, Shoko is coming back with tweezers in a while… Please be patient.” You feel bad for him, you really do. But you can’t exactly help the poor man, leaving only a consoling pat to his head before turning your back on him.

His frown grows ever bigger as he crosses his arms, wincing at the pricks that dig further in.

He would have been clinging onto you, his hands around your waist and chin upon your shoulder from behind as he watched you mash up balsam from plants his cheek pressed into the skin of your neck had it not been for the fact that he was also covered in jumping cholla, the palm-sized balls of cacti clung to every part of his exposed skin, a byproduct of wrestling Suguru gone wrong.

He’s upset. You can’t touch him, can’t come near him. And all he can do it sit, pout and wait as you help Suguru first, all cute and sitting on his lap as you rub the ointment all over the admittedly, beautiful man’s bare chest, feeling up those stupidly prominent muscles of his abdomen and thick, burly arms as he sat there with an even stupider smile, pretty hair all over those broad shoulders that—

Yeah, he’s too upset. And his pout and puffed up cheeks that grew even bigger with his irritation showed that.

Geto Suguru is a very patient man. He would’ve been fine to have you deal with the pouty sorcerer first, would’ve been fine if you had him wait in favour of helping Satoru first. He’s used to it, likes seeing the look of relief on said man’s face when he’s finally out of pain, gleefully smiling towards the man once again as he hurriedly ushers Shoko to patch him up too.

He just isn’t used to it when you start fussing over both of them equally.

“How did you both get yourself like this?!”

“Sit, sit!” You’re ushering them both in, undoing their vests, unbuttoning their coats with almost zero precaution of the potential harm you might bring to yourself.

Very much unlike Shoko’s blank look-overs at their wounds.

“You’re both idiots.” She’s looking over her medkit tools before she sighs, a hand on her forehead before she turns to you, sinking into your arms in tiredness as Satoru lets out a whine at the sight.

“I’m still injured here!” He’s tapping his foot against the ground impatiently. “I wanna be consoled too!”

It’s the middle of the night, they’re both within your tent, Shoko is gone for a while, you’re dressed down in your nightclothes that are unbearably thin and you’re… Sitting upon his lap, practically straddling him as you gently clean his cuts.

(Not that he’s complaining. He’s elated.)

You are, however, testing him. The curves of your body highlighted by the shadows of the dim light, the concentrated stare on your pretty face. You don’t even flinch when he moves a hand to tuck back a strand of your stray locks, only smiling at him as you continue your work.

How precious.

He’s in two minds. Not sure whether he would prefer you to be atop of him, your body twitching as you watch him with a cute pout, your hips slamming down to take all of him in as his grip on them grows stronger, tighter— He does quite like a challenge.

Or would he like it better if he was the one controlling your pleasure, holding you down whilst your legs are wrapped around his waist. Your cries spilling into his ear as he continues to kiss up your neck, itchy hands groping at your chest.

Perhaps it would be the best if Satoru was also involved. The man’s loud voice would finally be put to good use as he laid atop of you, buried in you till the hilt as Suguru mounts behind him, atop both of you as he watches just how pliant you both could be underneath him before he decides what sort of reward you both deserve.

He snaps out of the daze when he hears the rustle of the tent entrance, Shoko making her back in, adorned with a pair of gloves and a comically large pair of tweezers in her hand.

“You asked for this.” The metal tool is clanking in her hand as a shine of mischief glitters in her gaze, her voice an impish drawl.

“I’ll be sure to make sure you’re all healed up, Satoru.” The menacing tone had yet to relent.

——

Gojo Satoru is now very upset as Shoko bandages him up, watching as you attempted to get up from your position still upon Suguru’s lap, only for that raven-haired idiot’s hands to drag you back down, a furrow forming between his brows, as his lips begin to mouth words of disapproval, only for your smile to only simply take on a confused look.

Gojo Satoru does not know if he wants to strangle you both, or join in. It’s most probably the latter. Probably. He just wants you both to shower him in some of that affection too.

“You’re good to go.” Shoko’s steady, bored tone of voice falters as she lets out a yawn, removing her gloves as her closing eyes zero in on your bedroll.

“Don’t make too much noise…” Were her final words before she collapsed onto the soft material, knocking out instantaneously as she made herself comfortable.

Good. Just what he wanted to hear. He’s making his way towards the both of you, towering his height over both of your sitting forms before plopping himself right next to Suguru, dropping his head on his teammate’s shoulder as he pouts.

He wants attention too. And you both better be prepared to give him some. Get the hint already.

It isn’t long before he feels hands pat at his bandages, fingers gently trailing them and leaving a slight shiver to his spine despite the warmth within the tent.

“Feeling better?” It’s your lovely voice that he hears first.

“He definitely looks a lot better, if he can pout like that.” Now he’s annoyed again, he closes his eyes, simply resting against the man he was just roughhousing with earlier over… Some dumb reason even he doesn’t remember.

There’s a shift, a rustle of fabric that his ears barely catch, before he feels his once empty side fill with a warmth.

“You look cold.” Your side is pressed against his own, getting in close to help him preserve warmth. (You seem to be helping a lot, it seems. His eyes are tinging red, his forehead turned inward more to bury it onto Suguru’s shoulder.)

He’s still not replying. Is this because you neglected him earlier? Your eyes flicker to meet placid purple, before they go back to the back of Satoru’s white hair.

Injuries… Suguru did mention that this white-haired menace likes being fawned over.

“Would you talk to me if… I kiss your injuries better?” A beat passes. And another. You can swear that even his neck was growing red as a giggle escapes your lips.

…

“Yeah.” His blushing face is lifted up and immediately turned to face yours as he swallows. Hard. “Do it.”

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“You missed a spot.” Gojo’s practically glowing, a pleasant tune being hummed as you kiss the bandages on his forearm. Your lips pull back slightly, moving up as you leave another by his upper arm.

“Can you do my shoulder too?” His tone is extremely jolly, expectant, excited. You relent, bestowing another chaste kiss to his shoulder.

You kind of regret offering him this now.

Shoko awoke to 3 people piled atop of her. She does not dare to move or twitch a muscle in fear that you wake up.

She does, however, attempt to kick at the other 2 to wake them up in order to kick them out of your tent. It’s hard, since Satoru has made himself the main star by resting his head atop your stomach, whilst Suguru was on his side, huddling everyone into him with an arm stretched over your waists. (And Satoru’s snoring face.)

Breakfast was taken really late that day.

#stt au #jjk x reader #gojo satoru x reader #geto x reader x gojo #satosugu x reader #geto suguru x reader #gojo x reader #geto x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff

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moodymisty · 24 days

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Please. Iron ween. -Ms. L

[ 𝕸𝖔𝖔𝖉𝖞𝕸𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖞'𝖘 𝕸𝖆𝖘𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖑𝖎𝖘𝖙 | 𝕬𝖔3 ]

Author’s note: I got you homie. Here’s Ferrus whipping out that Shlong after a long crusade. Wife needs the iron injec-

Relationships: Ferrus Manus/Fem!Reader

Warnings: NSFW, Ferrus’ massive iron schmeat, Good girl talk, while we don’t call him it in this fic Ferrus Manus is daddy and I no won’t take criticism, Size kink/size difference, Creampie, The definition of porn without plot

These nights get lonely, without him here.

The days are too; Though with this massive bed so empty, the nights are always the worst.

Nightclothes wrinkled and bunched at your stomach you lay in bed, room dark and filled with little more than your own noises as your hand shifts between your legs.

It’s frustrating, like you’re halfway there but can’t get any farther- teeth gritted in near anger. You desperately claw for that feeling only for it to just slip from your fingertips each time you barely get a hold. You let out a hot sigh of air into the pillow, so tired in at this late hour as you debate ending this self torture. Your hand is soaked, you’ve been at it for what feels like hours.

“Am I interrupting?”

A voice suddenly calls out, and you abruptly lean up to see Ferrus closing the door behind him. Your heart nearly stops from the surprise of it, of not having heard someone enter and that he’s finally here.

“Ferrus!”

You had no idea when he would return; His crusades often take weeks if not months at a time, and if you stay on Terra, it can mean you're alone for an- to you at least- unmanageable amount of time.

Ferrus, already having been freed of his armor begins making short work of his remaining clothing as he walks closer, and takes his place on his own bed. It seems he took your surprise as a good enough greeting, and now seeks to indulge in what he had left behind.

You're soon underneath him, cloaked completely in his massive shadow; He's always been able to make you feel so incredibly small. He’s the largest of the Primarchs, as far as you know.

You have eyes a bit too big for your stomach, perhaps. Though his stature still makes your thighs squeeze together never the less.

With one light toss he flips you from your back to your stomach, and you can feel the heat of his body on your bare skin. You have to swallow the whine you almost let out at the feeling. That empty ache in your cunt is almost unmanageable now, figiting as he shifts behind you.

You’ve spent so long tonight torturing yourself that he feels the way you’re completely soaked, pressing his cock against you. He grinds against your a few times before the head of his cock catches your entrance and slowly he presses into you. But even after so much toying it still makes you grit your teeth as he starts to stretch your body to it’s limit, teetering on that stretch of pain.

“Up higher.”

You arch your back desperately as he slowly presses impossibly deeper; You whine, it always feel like he’s in your stomach.

“Good girl,”

He grunts near your ear. His one hand grips your hip tight, and you just know he’s leaving bruises. He always does, they’ve faded since the last time and you’re eager to have them return.

You whisper his name, mewling as he so easily finishes you off where you’d struggled with so little effort. He barely needs to start fucking you and that coil in your stomach that was half wound finally snaps. You cum around him, gasping as he continues to fuck you through it. Each time he pushes just a bit deeper, until he’s finally buried in you. It’s a process, Ferrus is massive but when he does manage to bury himself to the hilt or near to it, you swear you see stars.

“How long have you been waiting?”

He says, you can feel his hot breath on your skin. You know he loves hearing that nothing else makes you feel the way he makes you, that nothing else works anymore. That you’ve been marked by him.

“Tonight? It’s been hours, I couldn’t…” You cut yourself off as he drives himself in particularly deep, and it makes you bite the inside of your cheek. You feel his hips repeatedly hit the backs of your thighs as he thrusts into you, and you feel almost suffocated by his massive size.

Both his body and his cock; You know after this you’ll ache for days, legs barely able to hold your own weight. Even in his most gentle Ferrus leaves his marks on you, in you, but he’s less gentle now, you know you’ll feel it for days to come.

He’ll be gentle to you after, he always is, but right now he wants to enjoy what he’s missed, and give you what you were begging for.

It’s not long before he’s able to make you cum again, nails gripping anything they can as your sore throat manages to let out a breathless whine. You can’t hold your voice back at this point, and you can only hope the walls are thick enough that no one could ever hear you, or the sound of the massive bed slamming against the wall.

Ferrus grips your hip tighter and you feel his thrusts before more uneven; You can hear the thud of his other hand reaching up to grab the headboard of the bed. Though even with his torso farther away from you, you’re still firmly in his shadow. But alongside your hip you know he’s made the backs of your thighs sore and possible bruised, from how hard he’s slapped his hips against them even with such little of his strength.

You feel him still as he finally finishes, and you can’t help but whine as you feel him fill you to the brim. It’s hot; Though perhaps it’s his size, but he always cums such an exorbitant amount. Sometimes it will linger days later.

Ferrus pulls out slowly, and you can feel cum trickle down your thigh. You let out a sigh that sounds both satisfied, and dead tired.

“Better?” Ferrus says with the slightest amused lilt to his voice. He looks at your dazed, tired expression. You can see sunlight bleeding through the stained glass of the windows.

“That you’re here, yes.”

Ferrus releases your hip and lets you fall limply to the bed. You’re so far beyond well-fucked, finally satisfied. He lets out a small ‘tut’ in amusement. You mean it in more ways than one; While you’re more than pleased he abused your poor weeping cunt into oblivion, you’re also pleased to have him here again, after so long apart.

Still on your stomach and with no desire or ability to move you elect to fall asleep, with it being so late you’re unfathomably tired. Ferrus knows it, he sees you already dozing off, and elects to give you a proper greeting after being apart when you wake up.

#this fandom was the worst fandom for me to join; a woman with brain melting attraction to 50+ looking men #ferrus manus x reader #primarch x reader #warhammer 40k x reader #reader insert #reader #mywriting

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jungkookslipring · 5 months

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Everybody Hurts

pairings: bff!Beomgyu + bf!Yeonjun x reader

genre: hurt/comfort

tw: mental health struggles, crying

Whoever said everything happens for a reason can kindly fuck off. Cause whether there’s a reason or not everything hurt. No words could comfort you in this time in your life with all that’s going on. The weight of the world, everything that’s happening that’s out of your control, everything you see on social media and TV, trying to ignore it for your own personal health but wanting to acknowledge it so you don’t feel ignorant. Dealing with your mental health but feeling like you can’t because “someone out there had it worse than you” makes you feel even worse. It’s all too much, and the idea of getting out of bed leaves your heart feeling heavy because you have the privilege of not wanting to leave your warm heated bed while other people in the world would give anything to have one. Checking your phone was like a game of chance because while you wanted to be on social media and check in on your friends, the chances of you seeing something heartbreaking on someone’s story were high. Any noise from your phone that indicated a message you ignored, cause you couldn’t bear to look at the screen of your phone anymore. You buried yourself further into your bed, going on day three of not speaking to anyone; your friends, your family, your partner, no one. You loved them, and you were grateful for their love but simply waking up every day was mentally and physically exhausting. You were pulled out of your thoughts when there was a knock on your door. Your pitch-black room was introduced to a sliver of light seeping through as your boyfriend and best friend poke their heads in.

“Y/N?” A small voice said, breaking the silence. You had no energy to move, not enough to even say hello, cause once you did, it was over.

“I tried to tell him to give you space but you know how he is,” Yeonjun slightly chuckled as Beomgyu got under the covers with you, hugging your frame tightly. You giggled when you had to blow his long hair out of your face.

“You need to cut your hair homie,” you joke as you finally move a limb to move the hair out of your face and his.

“Never!” He whispered, knowing if he spoke above a whisper your headache would become more prominent. They’ve been wanting to see you for the past few days but because of their crazy go go go schedule they didn’t have time for phone calls or daily visits. Even when they did want to see you, you didn’t have the energy to interact with anyone, and they understood. Beomgyu, on the other hand, was stubborn and needed to see his bestie right here right now.

“What can we do for you, love?” Yeonjun asked as he went in to kiss you. They knew you were struggling mentally with everything that was going on right now, and they wanted nothing more than to just be there for you, whether that was getting you groceries or sending you coffee money or having cuddle sessions. You didn’t know, you didn’t know how to ask for help or what they could do to help you. Yeonjun got under the covers and pulled you into his arms with Beomgyu still attached to you.

“Are you okay, y/n?” Beomgyu asked. That was it. That was your last straw. You shook your head as you buried your face into Yeonjun’s shoulder, one hand gripping his shirt while the other clutched onto Beomgyu’s arm that was wrapped around your waist. Yeonjun kissed your forehead as your tears plopped onto his shirt, your body was shaking and all the pent-up frustrations and sadness were being let out as your boyfriend and best friend held you close. When you were reduced to just sniffles, Yeonjun wiped the tears from your cheek and whispered

“I know I can’t take away all of your pain, but allow us to carry some of that burden for you. You don’t have to go through any of this alone. Whatever you’re going through, your feelings are valid. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise, okay?”

He read your mind so well it was kind of scary. You nodded as he held you tighter, feeling all the love warm up in your chest as the two reminded you that they were here for you.

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27. Eddie Munson - Kinks Eddie Definitely Had Before Y’all Got Together

* Warning: female reader! Smut, kinks, mature language. NSFW 18+ *

- Knife Play

From the moment Eddie Munson saw you, saw how soft and delicate your skin was, he knew how well you’d pair with his pocket knife. The metal drawing against your cloud-like skin causes a bit of blood to escape from the small cut. He just couldn’t get it out of his head. The first time the two of you had sex, Eddie was a bit nervous to ask but once he did, he couldn’t believe your response. You were okay with it, you wanted to give it a try. Now Eddie can’t imagine himself dicking you down without the cool metal of his knife dragging along your thighs or your collar bone.

It was cold, almost resembling ice as the sharp edge was dragged slowly against your stomach. Eddie’s eyes watched carefully as he memorized all of his favorite spots on your body. They looked so pretty but he’d also admitted that they looked prettier with his pocket knife gliding effortlessly against you. A few times the blade drew blood but nothing too concerning that made you want him to stop. Your eyes fluttered close as Eddie’s blade made its way to your thighs.

“Eddie,” you whined, clearly frustrated that he was slamming his cock into you.

A laugh rang through your ears as Eddie kissed your forehead. He loved teasing you, loved the idea of you begging for him while he sketched over your fair skin with his knife. Eddie hooked the knife under your panties, his mouth leaving wet kisses against your neck as he cut your panties off. He nearly came in his pants at the sight of your leaking cunt. The light inside his bedroom caused your juices to shine which just made him twitch.

“So pretty,” he moaned.

When he called you pretty, you felt like you actually were pretty. And you were, Eddie never said anything he didn’t mean. He hooked his blade to the other side of your panties, cutting that side too and completely ruining your panties more. Then he pressed the tip of the ice cold metal against the skin just above your aching cunt. Propping yourself up on your elbows so you could see Eddie’s hands work its magic. Eddie watched you.

“You admiring my handy work?” He whispers, “like watching me play with you like this? So dangerous, baby.”

“Y-yes,” you breathed out.

“But you want more, huh?”

You nodded eagerly, tired of all of the teasing.

“W-wanna feel you, please.”

Pulling the blade away from you, Eddie moved to his knees and took off his hellfire shirt. His tattooed skin had you whining and moving your bare hips back and forth. He laughed, knowing you were desperate for him to ravage you. You’d grown to love the feeling of the cold blade against your neck while he rocked his hips into you. Eddie climbed to his feet, the blade hitting the blankets as he unbuckled his pants and let them fall to the ground along with all of the other clothing the two of you had discarded.

“Let’s try something different, baby girl,” he moaned, “turn onto your stomach.”

Of course you obeyed, twisting your body so that you laid on your stomach, face buried into the pillow. The bed behind you sunk in as Eddie positioned himself behind you, your legs already spread wide enough so he could see your dripping heat. After a moment, you were wondering what was taking Eddie so long to fill you up. But then he grabbed your hair, the strands feeling soft in his rough, calloused hands, and felt him pull your hair back so that your eyes were met with his paint-peeled wall. The cool blade pressing effortlessly against your throat. You gulped.

“I wanna fuck you while holding this against your neck,” he hoarsed, “wish there was a mirror in here, so I can watch myself fuck you just like this.”

You whined at his lewd words. Eddie laughed again, yanking at your hair once more causing you to feel the tip of the blade press harder against your skin. You swallow the thick saliva that’s coated your mouth but oddly enough it feels dry as hell. You felt the feeling of something warm and wet running down your throat. Eddie peered over at you and wiped his finger over the surface. Crimson blood was coating his finger.

“Didn’t hurt, did it?” He asked.

“N-no,” you breathed.

“Good.”

You didn’t get to say anything else because Eddie slammed himself into you, your pussy squeezing him tightly as he kept a steady pace while pulling your hair.

“Eddie,” you cried, “it feels so good.”

“Yeah baby,” he croaked, “tell me how good it feels princess.”

With each praise you gave him on how he was fucking you so fucking good, he went harder and rougher. The sound of y’all’s skin slapping filled Eddie’s room as he pounded into you relentlessly. Loud, pornographic moans tumbled from your lips, Eddie was holding the blade against you back while watching you intently. There was nothing better than watching someone so pretty unfold beneath him.

“God, a perfect slut,” Eddie moaned, “taking me so fucking well. Love it when I pound that little cunt.”

With each erotic word that left his lips, Eddie felt your walls tighten around his shaft. His hips stuttered from the tight hold you had on him, the veins that decorated every inch of his dick felt all of you. You were so wet, your pussy gushing glistening juices as he fucked himself into, that now Eddie was able to reach deeper than he’s ever had. Practically touching your cervix with the tip of his red tip.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie hissed, “I could fuck your little pussy all day and you’d still be so tight. Like a perfect glove, baby.”

“L-like a glove,” you stuttered, a familiar knot forming in your lower stomach.

Eddie knew you were close, the familiar sight of your tongue dripping between your lips, your breasts heaving as you panted like a bitch in heat, you were becoming incoherent as you just let the words drip from your sweet mouth. Oh how Eddie wished he had shoved his cock into your mouth, letting the red tip prod at the back of your throat. The idea of cumming inside your mouth while he held his pocket knife to your throat making him move his hips faster.

“Fucking hell,” Eddie groaned.

You started moving your hips, meeting all of Eddie’s thrust as you felt the band in your stomach snap. Loud moans echoed throughout the room, stars and sparkles clouding your eyesight as Eddie helped you through you aching high. You collapsed, Eddie having to hold your lower half to keep you from moving. Where was the blade? Well, Eddie still had it pressed into your skin but at this point he’d forgotten how hard he was pressing and some blood was dripping onto his bedding. You didn’t seem to care, you were too busy trying to ride out your own high. But the sight of you covered in sweat, cum, all fucked out with a bit of blood running from the wound of his knife was enough to send Eddie over the edge.

“F-fuck,” he cried out, dropping the knife so it didn’t hurt you anymore as he pulled his cock out of your sloppy pussy and busted on your back, “oh my fucking, God!”

You were filthy.

Eddie took a few moments to catch his breath then climbed to his feet so he could find something to clean you off. Once the two of you were cleaned up, Eddie turned his attention to your wounds. They weren’t big ones, just small cuts from the sharp blade. He cleaned them up with some Neosporin and put a Blue’s Clues bandage over them.

“There you go, love,” he hummed, “all cleaned up.”

“Thank you, Eddie,” you whispered.

He ran his fingers over your face and stared at you lovingly. You, on the other hand, were dozing off. Eddie pulled the blanket over you and him, pulled you against his tattooed chest, and sighed. He was lucky to have you because he knew that no one could handle his kinky, sadistic ways during sex.

“I love you,” Eddie whispered.

A soft hum leaving your lips. You didn’t say it but it didn’t mean you didn’t love him either, you did and Eddie knew.

- Breeding Kink

Who would have thought that Eddie Munson, the weird guy in school, would have an animalistic need to breed. And who would have thought that that person being bred by Eddie “the freak” Munson would be you, the good girl. You two are polar opposites but you love each other nonetheless and when Eddie asked you if he could stuff you full of his cum, you were eager to please which only made Eddie hornier. You were a good girl after all, telling someone no wasn’t in the cards for you.

Eddie was staring at your thighs; even in a pair of skinny jeans he couldn’t stop imagining his face nuzzled between them prodding at your clit with his tongue. You weren’t doing anything explicitly to make him feel hot and bothered, he just naturally horny when you were around. But could anyone really blame him? Eddie’s brown iris’ watched you intently as you doubled over in laughter, having just heard a terrible joke from Dustin Henderson. Eddie liked Dustin, of course, but he wanted his friend to leave so he could be alone with you. His mind was too fuzzy as he pictured himself inside you, watching you squirm as he told you to beg for him, his ring decorated fingers digging into your pretty thighs as he held you down. He also couldn’t help but picture what you would look like once he stuffed you full of his cum, breeding you. Something about you being full of his cum, carrying his babies, and rubbing your swollen breasts as they leaked milk made it impossible for him to control his urges. Especially with Henderson here cock blocking him.

A hefty sigh left Eddie’s lips as he ran his fingers over his face. Dustin and you turned to look at the metalhead sitting impatiently on his couch. Dustin raised an eyebrow.

“Eddie, are you alright?” He quizzed.

“Fine,” Eddie grumbled, obviously not fine like he just said.

Even though Dustin was clueless to Eddie’s sudden behavior, you weren’t. He always did this when he wanted to be alone with you, pouted and pretended like he wasn’t. It was kind of endearing. Dustin kept prying, trying to find out what was wrong with his friend, but Eddie wasn’t budging, refusing to let Dustin know he was upset. This started an argument between the two of them, both of them snapping at each other. Sighing gently, you came up with a way to make Eddie feel better without him having to bite Dustin’s head off.

“Dustin,” you say, their attention turning to you, “I’m not feeling so well, I think I’m going to go lay down for a bit. How about I see you tomorrow?”

“Sure,” Dustin said, “you can come with me to talk to Suzie.”

You nodded in agreement before walking the young boy out. Waving goodbye, you closed the door. When you turned around, you were greeted by a concerned Eddie and no longer pouting like a child. He reached his hand up and rested the back of it against your forehead.

“You aren’t feeling well?” He asked, trying to feel for a fever but afraid that he might not be able to detect one.

“Eddie,” you giggle, “I’m okay. I told Dustin I didn’t feel well so you and I could have some alone time. That’s what you wanted, isn’t it?”

“You little minx,” Eddie laughed, “you had me going for a second too.”

The two of you shared a laugh before you grabbed your jealous boyfriend’s hand and pulled him to his room. The lingering smell of cigarettes, weed, and stale liquor wafting through your nose. In the beginning, you didn’t like the smell because it made you sick but the more you came over, the more you realized that the scent was intoxicating because it was Eddie. You climbed onto the bed, Eddie climbing in next to you, and the two of you watched the ceiling fan spin around.

“I can’t believe you were jealous of a literal child,” you teased.

“Pssh,” Eddie scoffed, “I wasn’t jealous. Just see him all the time at school, wanted a break.”

Lie. Eddie loved having Dustin around, they were best friends. In fact, if you hadn’t been here today, Eddie would have spent the whole day with Dustin. However, you being here made Eddie only want you and seeing how the two of you were laughing while he sat on the couch did make him a bit jealous of his friend, even if he was a kid. Just seeing you give all of your attention to Dustin made him needy for you. He wanted to hold you tightly in his arms, wanted to feel your lips against his own, wanted to feel your heartbeat as he nuzzled his head into your chest. The feeling of your soft breasts pressing against his cheek as he listened closely.

You rolled over and rested your hand on his chest. Eddie’s brown eyes stared deeply into yours, you were smiling knowingly at him and he could feel his heart flutter. You didn’t need to say anything. Eddie lifted his hand up and stroked your cheek, your breathing hushed but still enough for your boyfriend to picture what you’d look like as he teased you with the tip of his cock. He wanted to watch you beg for him as he slipped it delicately between your folds, then moving away just as your breathing quickened. Eventually, he wanted to rock his hips into you, them momentarily stuttering as he tried to adjust to how tight you were. He knew with each push he’d feel your gummy walls flutter around his thick shaft, his precum mixing with your soaked core. But what he really groaned audibly about was the thought of him filling your tight cunt full of his cum. Y’all had never done that before but he wanted to try it. He just wasn’t sure how you’d react when he asked you. He was afraid of your answer.

You knew Eddie like the back of your hand, every facial expression that he wore on his face was a sign of a different feeling. And by the small pout on his lips and the longing looks he was giving you, you knew he was thinking hard about something.

“What are you thinking about?” You questioned.

“I don’t know,” he lied, his eyes still watching your facial features.

“Liar. Come on, tell me!”

Smiling, Eddie rolled the two of you over and pressed his forehead against yours. He was searching for something in your eyes, his nerves on edge as he thought of how to ask you if you would be okay with him breeding you tonight.

“I wanted to see if you were okay with something,” he said, his voice so quiet.

“And that is?” You pressed, interested in what he wanted to know.

“Wanted to know if you’d be okay with me breeding you, doll?”

Immediately there was an aching sensation in between your legs, your pussy feeling wet just from him asking for such a lewd and disgusting act.

“W-what’s brought this all of a sudden?” You whimpered.

“I don’t know. Just thought about it, it’s okay if you don’t wanna,” he assured.

Of course you wanted to. You wanted to do anything that Eddie wanted to do.

“I do,” was all you said, causing Eddie’s eyes to widen slightly.

“Really?” He hummed.

Nodding your head, you started running your fingers against his clothed chest; you were desperate for some skin to skin contact. Sensing your desperation, Eddie sat up so he could remove his shirt. He tattooed body relaxing into your body once again. A soft whine left your lips as you raked your painted nails against his skin.

“Pretty girl,” Eddie whispered huskily.

You dragged your tongue against your plump, pink lips glossing them up. Eddie was practically drooling, the thought of his cock pushing past your lips, his throbbing, veiny cock assaulting your throat as your saliva coated every inch of it. His cock twitched inside his jeans.

“Let’s play,” he said.

“Yes, please.” you whined.

A large grin stretched across Eddie’s face as he sat back up, gently tugging at the hem of your shirt so you’d pull it off. When it was, he groaned at the sight of your lacy, pale pink bra. Sneaking his hands behind your back, Eddie snapped the glasp and pulled your bra away from you, exposing your cute, pink nipples. The breeze from the rotating ceiling fan and the chilled room from the cold winter days made your nipples hard. Eddie leaned down and attached his lips to them, rolling his tongue over the peaked buds and pinching them between his teeth.

“E-Eddie,” you cried out.

Eddie’s calloused hands tweaked your other nipple causing you to arch your back despite you sitting up. Strings of saliva pulled from your skin as Eddie pulled away, wanting to give some attention to your other perked bud. You ran your fingers through Eddie’s hair, pulling him closer to you just needing to feel all of him. You fell back against the mattress, pulling him on top of you. Eddie traced his lips up your neck, sucking at the supple skin, leaving reddish, purple marks to get darker in the morning. Spreading your legs, he climbed between them and pushed his hips into you. You could feel Eddie’s cock pressed against you so you grind your hips just to feel some type of friction.

“F-fuck,” he groaned, “if you keep doing that, I’m gonna finish before I’m even inside you.”

He pushed your hips down into the mattress keeping you from moving against him.

“Don’t worry baby, I’m going to make you feel so good.”

Eddie’s fingers unbuttoned your jeans and pulled them off of you. You were wearing a matching set of panties. Eddie pushed his face into your soaking, clothed cunt breathing in your scent. Like always, you smelled divine, like roses and cherries, his two favorite smells. Eddie’s nose was pressed into you, your core dampening the tip of his nose.

“You smell so beautiful,” he grumbled, “I could never get tired of your scent.”

You were starting to get impatient, you needed something. Eddie hooked his fingers to your panties and pulled them down, revealing your glistening slit. Finally, he dipped his head down and dragged his tongue over you; his tongue releasing a little bit of your nerves as you let a breathy, needy moan. Eddie didn’t waste any time pushing his tongue between your folds and wrapping his lips around your pulsing clit. His big eyes watching you while you kept your eyes screwed shut, the pleasure starting to build into a knot. You could never last long for Eddie and he loved it because that meant he could make you cum multiple times.

“Oh God,” you sob, “it feels so fucking good, Eds.”

Eddie only hummed, swirling his tongue over your puffy bud. He was thoroughly enjoying the taste of your dripping cunt, slurping whatever fell from you coating every inch of his taste buds. Your hands gripped the soft sheets beneath you as you let out strings of profanities and moans. With one more long drag of Eddie’s tongue, the band inside your stomach snapped causing you to see stars. Your back arched off the bed as waves and waves of pleasure washed over you, blissful cries of satisfaction ringing throughout Eddie’s bedroom. Luckily his uncle wasn’t here so neither of you had to worry about him hearing you.

After lapping up all of your juices, Eddie pulled his head away from your spasming heat while licking his lips. He didn’t want to waste a single drop of your essence.

“Mmm, so good,” Eddie praised while standing up.

You were panting, your hooded eyes watching as he started to remove his own pants. He dropped his ripped jeans to the floor, your eyes never tearing away from his huge bulge. Eddie smirked, loving the way you eyeballed him in such a lustful way. He beckoned you to come closer with his index finger so you slid off the bed and onto your knees. A light hum filled your ears. Removing his boxers, letting them collect with the other clothes he’d discarded on the carpet, Eddie moved towards you with fixated eyes. He tapped the tip of his blush pink, leaky cock to your lips. It was salty when you licked away his spilling seed.

“Open up, doll,” he whispered, your mouth dropping as soon as the words left his mouth.

Eddie slipped his cock into your mouth, a small aching sensation that you’d grown use to causing you to whine. Eddie was thick and with your mouth not being so wide, you’d had trouble fitting him in all the way without the soreness of your jaw intruding. However, you’d grown use to it and the painful pleasure had become something you endured. Your saliva coated every inch of his cock as he began thrusting his hips, your throat contracting as you gagged around his dick. Strings of praises and moans tumbled from Eddie’s lips as he pushed his sweaty hair out of his face. You moaned too, your pussy clenching around nothing. It yearned to feel full but you had to be patient, Eddie loved taking his time.

To Eddie, the only thing that felt better than your throat was your cunt and that was what he was picturing while he roughly slammed his hips back and forth. Your nose tickled as his soft, curly pubes brushed against your nostrils. Each snap of Eddie’s hips drove him deeper and deeper into your mouth until you could tell he was almost at his reaching point.

But he stopped just as it was about to hit, his breathing labored and erratic. You stared up at him with dazed, confused eyes. He laughed.

“Wanna save that for when I’m buried deep inside you,” he assured, “get on the bed.”

“Okay,” you croaked, throat hoarse from your moans and throat abuse.

Pushing yourself up, you crawled on top of the bed and laid down. Eddie pried your legs apart and positioned himself between your legs. Eddie watched you intently as he pushed himself into you, your tight pussy squeezing him with each inch of him slid in. The two of you moaned.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, “so big.”

“I know, doll, I know,” he whispered, beads of sweat spilling onto your face, “be a good girl and take all of me.”

You didn’t argue. Once Eddie was all the way inside of you, he started to move his hips to meet yours. His thrust were hard but the pace was slow and agonizing. Eddie was afraid that if he went any faster that he’d finish too quickly. Your fingernails dug into his shoulder, your teeth biting your bottom lip so hard that you started to taste blood. Eddie smashed his lips into yours as his pace quickened, knowing that it was pure torture for his gorgeous girl if he didn’t move fast enough. He released your lips, them swollen from you biting them and his lips being so rough.

“Eddie,” you moaned, “oh, fuck, you…you feel so good.”

“You do too, love,” he groaned, his hands gripping the sheets underneath you, “such a perfect pussy for me.”

Eddie was starting to stutter and you were sure he was close by the way he moved his hips and pushed his head into your neck. You were also close, the skin above his cock hitting you just right causing waves of intense pleasure to pulse through the bundle of nerves that desperately needed attention. Eddie moved one hand to the back of your head, making you look at him as he tangled his fingers into your hair. His pace quickened.

“I want you to cum first,” he hummed, “you think you can do that baby, for me. Want you to cum all over this fucking cock of mine, get it all messy before I breed that tight, little cunt. Wanna make you a pretty mommy, see you swollen with my babies.”

His words were much different compared to how he normally talked dirty. It was more hungry and yearning like he couldn’t live without it. It was just as attractive as his original words. Eddie watched you with lustful eyes, beckoning for you to cum. Shapes and colors clouded your vision, even Eddie was starting to look blurry and unplaced. You reached your hand down between y’all’s overly sweaty bodies and started rubbing your clit. Pretty moans left your lips as you rubbed your aching clit, your hips meeting each of Eddie’s thrust. He was hitting all of the right spots.

“Eddie, I’m gonna fucking cum,” you cried out, tears streaming down your pale cheeks from the amount of pleasure beating through you, “oh, fuck yes! Don’t fucking stop!”

“Yeah?” He panted, “don’t stop? You want it so bad, huh?”

You nodded, “so bad!”

Eddie’s hand wrapped around your throat, the air left in your legs clinging to you as he pounded relentlessly into your cervix. The tip of his cock bullying your g-spot helps you reach your climax more. There’s a ringing noise in your ears as you gush all over his dick, your mouth hanging open but no sound coming out. Your eyes rolled to the back of your head.

“That’s a good girl,” Eddie choked, even though you couldn’t hear him very well, “make a mess, doll. Soak my cock.”

Eddie helped you ride out your high, his cock showing no signs of letting up.

“Fuck baby,” he groaned, “so sloppy. What a whore.”

His hips glided with yours and started losing its rhythm as he got closer to his own orgasm.

“Here…here it comes, fuck! Gonna fill you up so fucking good, doll.”

With a few more thrust, Eddie’s cock twitched before spilling ropes of his white load into your bruised cunt, the walls being painted with him cum. He held you down and fucked his seed into you, never pulling out so it stayed in. Your legs were pressed against your chest as he slowed down. You felt full. Eventually, Eddie came to a complete stop before pulling out. His eyes stared at your slippery heat and smiled with satisfaction when none of his orgasm escaped.

“How you feeling?” He asked.

You could only nod your head, giving him a weak thumbs up. You were tired and used up, your eyes felt heavy as they began to close. But when Eddie moved, you opened them again. He crawled into the bed with you, pulling your naked body against his own. Y’all were sticky but that didn’t matter right now. When the two of you woke up, you’d shower and clean yourselves but now it was time to rest. Nuzzling his head into you, stroking your stomach, Eddie whispered sweet words into your ear helping you fall asleep faster. Eddie just watched, picturing you all plump with his kid.

“Gonna be a beautiful mommy,” he whispered before drifting off to sleep alongside you.

- Jealousy Sex

Eddie was just the type of guy to get jealous even when a guy just looked at you. It didn’t even have to be a long look, just a quick glance, and he’d be pissed. Of course you’ve tried to calm him down, saying it was just a harmless glance but that didn’t change anything. Eddie wanted people to know that you were his and only his, that he didn’t fucking share. And you’d be lying if you didn’t say jealousy sex wasn’t the best because Eddie loved to mark you up and you loved having hickies on your body for days.

School was running like normal, even the approaching storm outside wasn’t enough to stop the everyday movement of Hawkins’ High. Eddie is sitting at the head of his Hellfire Club table, his group of D&D nerds gathered around like he was some type of king. But he was only one of many. However, he had something that the other kings didn’t have and that was you. And that irked them, especially Jason, the king of the football field. You were a good girl who came from a loving family, people naturally gravitated towards you because you were extremely friendly for your own good, you were just radiating. And you were all Eddie’s. How Eddie “the freak” Munson managed to snag something so perfect, no one knew and that was another thing that annoyed Jason. So today was the day that Jason was going to show you that you deserve someone better than a guy who plays a lame ass game for nerds and couldn’t even graduate with his own class.

Or so he thought…

He was unaware of how devoted you were to Eddie Munson…

Either way, he’d set himself up to fail because you weren’t going anywhere that didn’t involve Eddie.

When you walked into the cafeteria, people turned their heads naturally. Your pretty, slightly curled hair flowed to the midst of your back and swayed as you walked. You didn’t have to wear skirts to look pretty but God did it help when you did. Today, you wore a pink plaid skirt that just barely reached your thighs revealing your light skin that damn near sparkled in the sun, a pair of white shoes encased your feet, underneath the cropped, light pink jacket you wore was a plain white, spaghetti strapped shirt that was also cropped so a bit of your stomach was revealed, and around that sweet, little neck of yours was a pretty, gold necklace with a golden dove on it. Too pretty for your own good. Not even noticing the way Jason is eye fucking you from across the lunch room, his hooded eyes lusting over how revealed you are. It should be against the law for you to walk around like that.

Even though you didn’t notice, Eddie did. He was watching it happen right in front of his darkening brown eyes, his pupils darting between you and Jason. Jason’s blue eyes tracing over your body while you were too busy talking to one of your friends. It pissed Eddie off beyond belief. So when you did eventually walk over to him, he was quick to throw his hand around you wanting to assert dominance as soon as possible. Which definitely earned a glare from Jason.

“Hey, baby doll,” Eddie hummed sweetly.

“Hey, love,” you said back, your dusty pink lips stretching into a grin.

Eddie loved it when you called him things like “love” or “honey” or “baby,” it made him feel loved and despite him being jealous, he knew that you didn’t want anyone else but him. But he could still see Jason staring at you, this time his eyes were looking at your ass. That made Eddie growl, something primal and feral beating through him. Of course you noticed and turned to see what he was seeing. By this time, Jason had made his way over to you, causing Eddie to tighten his grip.

“Hey,” Jason greeted, completely ignoring Eddie which just pissed him off more.

“Hey, Jason,” you replied politely.

You weren’t mean and that meant that you didn’t see the way people looked at you because you were only focused on enjoying a polite conversation.

“I’ve got two tickets to the new movie they released,” Jason continued, his eyes momentarily flickering to Eddie, “wanted to see if you’d like to join me tonight?”

His question not only shocked you but it kind of irritated you as well which was hard to do in the first place. But you’re a nice girl, and freaking out in the middle of the cafeteria was not your forte so you politely decline.

“I have a boyfriend so I don’t think that would be appropriate,” you say sweetly.

A little too kind for Eddie. All he wanted to do was rip Jason’s throat out. You knew it, everyone sitting at his table knew it, and even Jason knew it. He just didn’t care.

“Please, Munson’s hardly a boyfriend,” Jason laughed, “he’s more of a pet. You need a real man.”

There was no time for you to respond because Eddie had had enough.

“Excuse me!” Eddie growled, “you’ve really got a set of fucking balls on you to march up here and ask my girl out like that!”

You reached your hands up and gently pried Eddie’s arm off of you as he was starting to squeeze.

“Please, you didn’t even notice how you just held her in a death grip,” Jason snapped, “she needs someone who will take care of her, not hurt her, freak!”

That hurt Eddie. He’d never hurt you and despite him trying to pretend like it didn’t faze him, you saw it. If he wasn’t standing right here in front of everyone, he would be burying his face into his palms while crying. He loved you. And you knew it. So turning to Jason, you decided to do the one thing you never did. Be mean.

“Don’t talk to Eddie that way!” You yelled, “I love him! And what I don’t need is some prissy jock walking up to me and telling me who I need to be with. So…”

Everyone was staring at you, eyes wide as they watched the scene unfold.

“So fuck you!” You hissed, a wave of uncoordinated gasp echoing against the walls.

Immediately, you grabbed Eddie’s hand and pulled him out of the silent lunch room and headed for somewhere where you and Eddie could be alone. What better place than an old Janitor’s closet? Pushing the door closed, you locked it so that no one could barge in unexpectedly, wanting to give Eddie all the time he needed to calm down. He was filled with so much rage and jealousy, you were afraid that he’d lose it in the middle of everyone. Eddie propped himself up against the wall, his head staring down at the ground while he gripped his jeans tightly. His hands, decorated in bulky metal rings, gripped his plain, black, ripped jeans. You walked over to him, taking your own hand and placing it against his shoulder.

“Eddie,” you whispered, “it’s okay.”

“It’s not okay,” Eddie muttered, his hands instantly grabbing your waist, “I just want to rip his fucking head off his shoulders.”

He looked up at you, anger still evident in his eyes. You couldn’t help but giggle, this wasn’t your first time dealing with jealous Eddie.

“Who the hell does that prick think he is?” Eddie continued, “like he had a damn shot. You’re too pretty for him, hell, you’re too pretty for anyone.”

“But I’m not too pretty for you,” you hummed, “in fact, I believe I was made just for you.”

A growl left his lips as he nodded. You were made for him and how dare anyone look at you, or approach you. Eddie’s grip on your waist tightened as he pushed you against the wall, a small thud hitting both your ears. A soft gasp left your lips as he dipped his head down and started sucking on your soft neck, his teeth digging into the sensitive area before he ran his hot tongue against the sore spot. Eddie’s hands didn’t waste time running up and down your exposed thighs, his knee moving your skirt up giving him more room to work with. He’d become so needy within seconds and all because a boy you didn’t like back had feelings for you. Jealous Eddie was possessive and needy, your favorite.

“Eddie,” you moaned, feeling his nails dig into your flesh.

He was still working his way down your neck, your poor flesh probably now covered in deep purpling marks. He huffed against your skin, shivers running down your spine as you felt the cool breath touch your damp flesh.

“You’re mine. Only mine. He can’t fucking have you. No one can.”

A quiet giggle from your lips turned into a lustful moan as he pries your legs more apart, letting his knee rest against your clothed cunt. A grin stretches out across Eddie’s face because he loves the way your voice sounds. So pretty when you sounded so desperate just for him. It drove him wild.

“You drive me fucking crazy,” he hissed, one hand dropping and cupping your already heated pussy, “wanna show everyone who you belong to.”

How could you say no?

You couldn’t.

Instead, you just gave in because all you wanted was him. A quick nod of your head was all Eddie needed before he pressed a sloppy kiss to your lips then dropped to his knees. He pushed your skirt up, telling you to hold it for him which you did, then he continued to pull your panties down. God he loved it when you wore the white pair with the cute little bow on the front, they made you look so fucking damn innocent. A groan left his lips as he looked up and already saw your glistening cunt, your juices overflowing to the point that a little ran down your trembling thighs. You just watched him carefully, your breath shaky and welcoming.

“Who made you this wet, doll?” He asked.

“You,” you whisper, your voice barely audible.

One of Eddie’s ring decorated fingers slid against your slit, the wetness sticking to it and pulling into a string when he pulled his finger away. He popped it into his mouth, never tearing his eyes away from your heat as he lapped up whatever juice he’d collected on his finger. How could he describe your taste? It was so perfect like he was eating a well prepared fruit bowl that tasted sweet and refreshing. Eddie’s eyes darted to your face, a soft groan leaving his lips at how precious you looked barely even grazed by him. He took pleasure in knowing that you were here next to him instead of in that cafeteria where everyone could eye fuck you. He got to actually fuck you, so maybe he shouldn’t have been so jealous, but he couldn’t help it.

“I’m sorry I got so jealous,” Eddie mumbled, “just hate the idea of that ass anywhere near you.”

You only smiled sweetly, not being able to answer because you were too focused on him kneeling in front of you. Eddie said something else but it was incoherent. Eddie leaned down and ran his tongue against your slick folds, his tongue dragging painfully slow against you as he tried to taste every inch of you. His nails left crescent marks in your thighs as he continued to push his tongue deeper into your folds. Your fingers grasped Eddie’s messy strands, your skirt being held by your arm loosely. You could feel your breathing picking up as you felt yourself get closer and closer to your high. The only thing that felt better than his tongue dipped inside of you was his fucking cock dragging against your gummy insides while he moaned into your ear.

“Eddie,” you whimpered, your legs wobbling, “I-I’m so cl-close.”

He only hummed, his lips wrapping around your clit as he softly sucked, letting his tongue run over it gently. Eddie could feel you quivering. He could tell you were so close to your climax and he was so desperate to taste all of you, he started moving his tongue faster and sucking harder. You yanked at his hair, grinding your hips against his face as you saw nothing but white, your climax finally falling over you. You didn’t even care if the moans that fell from your lips were loud and pornographic, knowing Eddie loved the sound of his name falling from your sweet lips as drool pooled in the corner. When Eddie pulled away from you, you could see all of your juices clinging to his face. He ran his tongue over his lips, a grin appearing on his face as he tasted your sweetness.

“So fucking messy,” he moaned.

You were panting, stars flashing in your line of vision as he came down from your high. Eddie could see your fucked out expression but he wasn’t done with you. He wanted the whole school to know that you weren’t going anywhere. You practically belonged to him. Standing to his feet, Eddie gripped your thighs tightly before picking you up and pressing himself into you. His jean covered bulge rubbing against your already tired pussy as you soaked his jeans. You felt embarrassed by it, trying to figure out what you or Eddie would say to anyone who asked about the wet spot. Eddie, on the other hand, was grinding his hard on against you, moaning at the friction his pace was causing. Little whimpers left your glossy lips, your lipstick fighting hard to keep your lips painted, and deep growls and groans left Eddie’s lips as he quickened his pace. If he didn’t stop, he was going to cum in his pants.

Having to fight himself, he pulled away so he could unbutton his pants and remove his aching cock. The blood from his brain had made its way down to his cock and it was throbbing.

“I need you so bad,” Eddie whined, his voice full of desperation.

“Please, Eddie, fuck me,” you mutter, wanting to feel his thick cock abusing your already spent cunt.

“How can I say no when you asked so fucking nicely.”

Eddie let his pants pull to his ankles, along with his boxers, his bright red tip pushing against your folds. You moaned lightly. Eddie was chuckling into your neck, a single hand gripping the zipper to your pink jacket and pulling it down. Eddie groaned at the sight of your nipples poking through the white, spaghetti strapped, cropped shirt. You hadn’t worn a bra today.

“No bra?” Eddie hissed, “such a fucking slut. You wanted to get fucked today, huh?”

Of course you did. After school, Eddie normally took you back to his place and the two of you shared in some passionate love making but this was equally as good.

Eddie pushed his thick cock into you, moans leaving both your lips as you rocked your hips into him wanting him deeper inside you. Eddie pushed you tightly against the wall, clicking his tongue in the process. He almost felt ashamed of being jealous because here you were all needy and ready for his cock to roughly pound into you. Eventually, after carefully pushing himself into you, Eddie’s hips started to rock into you faster and harder. Some of the leftover cleaning supplies toppled over and crashed to the floor as he buried himself into you with such force. Your tongue rolled out of your mouth, drool slipping and landing on your chest, eyes crossed and breasts bouncing as he fucked you.

“E-Eddie,” you pant, hands gripping his shoulders.

“All mine,” he groaned, “fuck, I don’t know what I’d do without you. I’ll kill anyone who thinks they can take you away from me. Fuck, baby.”

It was an empty threat. You had a better time believing that Eddie would start a punching match with someone rather than believing he was capable of killing someone. He wasn’t that sick minded, even if he liked to pretend he was.

All of your thoughts in your head resurfaced when Eddie removed his cock from inside you. You whined but Eddie just clicked his tongue while letting your legs drop. They were wobbly and you had a hard time standing up on your own, but luckily you didn’t have for long. Eddie turned you around, your ass pressed against him as he slipped himself back into you from behind. God you’d never felt so fucking full.

“Don’t worry, doll,” he growled, “I’m not done with you. I want this whole school to know who’s making you feel this good.”

Eddie snapped his hips roughly making you slam against the wall. More cleaning products fell off the shelves and cluttered around y’all’s feet. Eddie moaned at the sight of his dick disappearing between your legs, feeling your cunt tightly wrap around him and squeeze him while your juices coated every inch of him. He leaned forward attaching his mouth to your shoulder and digging his teeth into your flesh, this earned a lewd moan from you that the two of you were sure others heard. Gripping on leg, Eddie lifted it so he could fuck you deeper.

“Fuck, just like that, Eddie,” you cried, your hands fumbling to grab onto something.

“My God,” Eddie croaked, “you feel so good, baby. Taking my cock so well like a good little girl.”

“Just…just for you.”

“Just for me.”

Eddie knew you’d never leave him. The two of you were meant to be together, not to mention there would be no reason for you to leave. He treated you like a queen.

“I’m gonna cum again,” you pant.

“Fuck yes.”

His speed got faster, a single hand slamming down on your bare ass leaving a red mark to be seen tomorrow. The thought of leaving a handprint on your ass sent jolts of electricity through him as he brought his hand down again for another slap. You screwed your eyes shut as you felt a etire wave of pleasure gush over you. The leg you were standing on buckled and you would have fallen if it wasn’t for Eddie holding you and the wall keeping you upwards. Stars blurred your vision as a loud moan rippled from your lips, Eddie’s pace never stopping as he plunged himself into you repeatedly. Your cum dripped all the way down his cock and clung to his balls which slapped aimlessly against what they could reach.

“Eddie,” you mewled, exhausted.

“Al-almost there,” he gasped, “gonna fill you up. Fuck, wanna watch my cum drip from your slutty hole. Maybe I’ll even make you…make you go out there with my cum running down your legs. Fuck, fuck. That’ll show that asshole you’re mine.”

You couldn’t help but cry at his degrading words, they were almost lewd enough to make you cum for a third time.

“I-I’m gonna cum,” Eddie huskily growled, “fuck, I’m cumming.”

With a deep moan and his hips sputtering against yours, you felt Eddie release all of his seed into your plushy pink walls filling you to the absolute brim. All that could be heard was the sound of the two of you panting as Eddie kept himself buried inside of you, not wanting to let you go just yet. He wished the two of you were at his house because then the two of you could cuddle under the sheets and drift off to sleep. But you guys were at school.

Eventually, Eddie pulled his softening cock out of your sore body earning a whimper and whine from you as he did so. Almost immediately, Eddie’s cum started running down your legs mixed with your own essence. He could practically drool at the sight. When you were stable enough to move on your own, you pushed yourself off the cool, concrete wall and looked around for something to clean yourself with. Eddie then pulled at your white shirt.

“I mean, you’ve already drooled all over it,” he laughed.

He held your jacket while you removed it, revealing your pretty, plump breasts. His eyes watched them carefully while you cleaned yourself up before putting on your pink jacket again. It was like before, nothing about your outfit changing besides the white shirt. Maybe no one would notice.

Eddie took your white shirt and stuffed it into his pocket before the two of you walked out of the janitor’s closet. There wasn’t anyone in the hall, surprisingly, and you felt like the two of you didn’t have to say anything about what happened in the closet because you were sure the two of you were loud. However, when the two of you entered the cafeteria again, everyone’s eyes were on you. And you thought it was because they had heard y’all fucking until you saw Eddie holding up your white shirt that was now covered in his and your cum. A large smile was present on his face because he was proud of what he had just accomplished. Normally, you’d be upset if he paraded around letting everyone know that he just fucked you but there was a since of satisfaction knowing that everyone, especially Jason, were shocked to see that Eddie “the freak” Munson had bagged a complete package. All the while everyone thought you were a sweet, innocent girl but in reality you were a complete freak but only for the kind of freak’s himself.

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whirlwindimagines · 1 year

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‘What if we ruin it all, and love like fools’

:) I promised not to leave you guys hanging, part two to ‘Those hardest to love need it most’ This one is a little shorter, who am I kidding its still over 1000 words lol

Y’all: How many confession scenes are you going to write for Vash?

Me: Yes :)

Vash x Reader

You walk side by side with Vash, the silence is comfortable and you're thankful for that. Even after that embarrassing exchange, Vash doesn’t push and you're even more thankful for that. Vash said he got a couple of rooms for the night, a thank you from the Sheriff, you feel drained that you could probably pass out on a bench at this point.

Passing the Saloon you spot those men again, you still want to give them a piece of your mind. You nearly jump when Vash puts his arm around your shoulders steering you away, “We’re supposed to try to stay out of trouble, remember?” His tone is light and teasing, but his grin doesn’t meet his eyes.

Frowning, you look away “That only applies to you.” you like the feeling of his arm around you, and are grateful he hasn't removed it yet. You hear Vash scoff, and he squeezes you to his side, “So it's okay for you to start all the trouble you want, but if I start it, I get a lecture.” he whines, and you laugh.

“Well when you get into trouble, you have to rescue yourself. When I get into trouble, I know you’ll come and save me.” you say it honestly, you’re sure your face is bright red as you quicken your pace to walk ahead of him. You don't want to see the look on his face, or for him to see your flustered one.

These whole feelings are so confusing, you're sure they’ve always been there under the surface. Vash made it so easy to care for him, to like him. He admitted he cared for you too, you were just scared. What if things didn't work out? You cared for Vash so much, and you knew you wouldn't be able to survive such heartbreak

Ugh everything was so confusing now; couldn't you go back to when you were an idiot that didn't notice any of these feelings. A gentle hand on the small of your back, startles you but you relax when you notice it's only Vash.

He has an odd look on his face, like he's nervous or unsure. It makes you feel nervous, but you force yourself to relax. You closed your eyes and clenched your fist.

Fuck it.

You stop walking and whirl around so you're standing in front of him, he looks startled. You open your mouth to speak, but no words come out as you look into his sky-blue eyes. You feel hot all over, “Um, turn around!” You yell out, cringing at your loud volume, Vash only looks confused.

Not stopping to think, you grab Vash by the shoulder and force him to turn so he has your back to you. You grab the back of his coat holding him in place, “I just, I can’t look at you when I say this!” you squeak out, maybe you should have just gone back to the hotel to think this over.

But you don't want to, you don't want to waste any more time. Both of you have no idea what tomorrow could bring, so why waste time dancing around each other with awkward words and gestures when you can just skip to the good part and figure it out from there together?

And if worse comes to worse, you will just bury yourself in that hole. “Um can I say something-” “No!” you cut Vash off sharply, “erm, I mean just…” You trail off, God why did he have to make you feel so flustered all the time!

You take a second to compose yourself, “I think I have feelings for you.” you admit tightening your hold on his jacket, “You think!?” Vash says it with a laugh, and you blush even more if that’s possible. “Okay I do you big jerk!” Vash can’t contain his laughter, while you love how it sounds it makes you more nervous.

“You know what, never mind, I take it back.” You drop his jacket and turn to leave, you’re sure you can find a nice deep hole for yourself out in the dunes. Vash doesn’t let you get to far as he grabs you and pulls you in for a hug, you try to pull away but he has got a vice grip on you “Nope! Too late! You can’t take it back now!” His cheerful voice is like music to your ears.

“Well, I know I like you.” Vash says it so softly, you're going to combust. “Thanks.” You both freeze, you groan hiding your face in Vash’s chest, “Please pretend I didn't say that.” Could you be any more awkward?

Vash shook so much with laughter; you just closed your eyes leaning into him. Well, you figured this could have gone worse, at least your feelings were out in the open now. You felt Vash place a kiss on the top of your head, you don't melt this time or run away. You whine, “You’ve kissed me twice now”

“Oh, did you want to kiss me?” You pause, pulling back to meet Vash’s gaze, his tone was teasing but he was still being kind. You huff, he didn't want to play fair you didn't have too either. You grabbed the collar of his jacket, holding in your laugh at the little yelp he let out.

You firmly placed a kiss, on his left cheek and then his right cheek. You watched with pleasure as his whole face heated up, “Now we're even.” You said with a smirk, letting go and watched him stumble back with a laugh.

Vash looked stunned then a dopey smile came over his face, your heart began to race taking a step back as he took a step forward. You took off in a run with Vash following behind you, laughing loudly and freely as the two of you ran through the streets.

You wouldn't mind if he did end up catching you, confident he would with those long legs of his. Maybe you would sneak that third kiss before he got the chance too. You two would still need to define just what this new relationship is, but you were content that the feelings were very mutual.

You laugh loudly when he catches you around the waist, spinning you as he does. While you embarrassed yourself a lot tonight, your glad you did if meant getting more moments like this. Vash puts you down turning you so your facing him, he looks at you softly.

Moving quickly, you grab his face squishing his cheeks together and kiss him right on the lips. Vash let’s out a startled noise, he reaches for you but you step out of reach, turning to run again knowing he will chase you each time.

“I’m winning now.” You call behind you, laughing at his stunned expression. “No fair!” He calls after you with a playful whine, running after you. Yeah this night had been more then worth it.

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chrispevanss · 2 years

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Lovely Little Bunny

A/N: The first thing I’ve written in over a year and we’re going straight in, kiddos. Inspired by many a slutty conversation with my lovely bffs and moots @nsfwsebbie and @tellmealovestory i love you both bunches!

Pairing: Silver Fox!Lawyer!Chris Evans x Reader

Warnings: Smut. 18+ only, Oral (m & f rec), P in V, unprotected sex, Daddy Kink, Sexting, age gap, pet name (Bunny). I think that’s everything.

Moodboard by me: I don’t own any of the pictures.

Please do not copy, translate, rewrite, or repost my work on any other platforms!

It started out innocent enough. Chris had been your father’s lawyer for years, helping the wealthy influential Mob Boss get out of trouble with the law without so much as a scratch to his reputation. The two of you had always exchanged flirty glances, you wore skirts that were just a little too short, and he would leave the top buttons of his shirt open, giving you a peek of the tattoos and light smattering of chest hair that crossed his skin.

Until one sunny summer afternoon he slipped you the number to his personal cell phone. It was wrong, you were just fresh out of college and he had been in practice longer than you’d been alive. But something about the glisten of that silver hair, always styled just so, the matching silver beard, and those sparkling blue eyes made it impossible to say no. Which is how you found yourself buried under your covers, hiding the light of your phone screen, as the two of you exchanged filthy texts into the wee hours of the morning.

C.E.: Wear that little blue dress tomorrow. The puffy one, love when it rides up and I see those sweet little panties. Makes me wanna bend you over the desk, hear you make all those pretty sounds for me. Bet you’d like that. Me using you, making sure everyone in the office knows who you belong to.

You smirk and rub your thighs together to stave off your growing arousal. He’s never gone beyond filthy texts and the occasional picture or video, but you’d be a liar if you said it wasn’t something you craved everytime he walked into the house smelling of expensive cologne and bad decisions.

Bunny: Hmm I don’t know if I feel like wearing a dress tomorrow. Pop doesn’t like the boys lookin at me when we come to your office

You quickly press send before you can change your mind. Biting your lip as the typing bubble appears almost instantly.

C.E.: Maybe I won’t let you cum then. Thought about getting us a hotel room this weekend in the city but if you wanna be a bad girl…

You let out a soft whimper at his words. Before you can reply a video is appearing on the screen. A darkened room, his hard cock the only thing illuminated by the flash. You grab your headphones and quickly stuff them in your ears before pressing play. His heavy breathing is the first sound you hear, followed by the lewd sounds of his spit slick cock.

“Fuck bunny, look what you do to me. Wish your mouth was on this cock right now,” Chris growls. You hear him spit in his hand before going back to stroke his cock even harder. The video cuts off right as he lets out a loud groan, white ropes of his spend landing on his tummy and happy trail.

C.E.: Well Bunny, I better get to bed. You should too. I’ll see you at the office bright and early with your dad. xo

You can’t sleep, tossing and turning, thinking about the filth that Chris sent you. Eventually you end up watching the video again while shoving your hand between your thighs, you bring yourself to that ethereal high.

Brushing the skirt of your dress you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding in. You take the file your father sent you with and walk into the lush law office.

“Well good morning!” Hannah chirps from the front desk and you give a small wave.

“Just here to see Mr. Evans. Dad sent some files with me.” You hold up the thick envelope and she nods.

“He’s waiting for you,” She gestures to the open door and you thank her.

“Close the door.” Chris commands smoothly. You smile, face heating up as you close the large door with a click. “Lock it,” He approaches you from behind, large hands resting on your upper arms, he’s inhaling the scent of your shampoo with a deep breath.

“I told your dad not to come. Told him I had a meeting this morning. Couldn’t stand not touching you any longer,” He confesses in a low grumble. You shiver, letting out a soft moan.

He smells of coffee and his cologne, your head is already spinning with filthy thoughts. You turn around in his grasp, cupping his silver stubbled cheek. He smiles down at you, brushing your hair back from your face he’s leaning down and taking your lips in a kiss. Your toes curl in your shoes as you kiss him back eagerly. The thick file in your hand drops to the floor, your arms encircling his neck.

“You want this here? Now?” He rasps, pulling back and looking down at you with lust blown eyes. You nod, pushing him back toward his desk. He’s leaning against the edge and you’re kissing him again, more insistently.

His hands slip down your body to cup your ass. He’s bunching your dress at your hips, long fingers playing with the elastic of your simple panties. Before you can start undressing him he’s picking you up, flipping you around and laying you on the desk.

“Such a pretty little thing, gonna make you cum so hard you cry.” Chris promises, licking his lips he’s pulling off your panties, tucking them in his back pocket. He’s parting your legs, spitting on your folds. Using his thick fingers he’s spreading your juices and his spit. You whine softly, hips bucking.

“Aww baby, you’re so desperate. Don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take good care of you,” Chris coos, kissing your forehead he’s moving down to kneel between your legs.

“Such a pretty cunt, can’t believe I didn’t get you alone sooner,” He purrs, tongue flattening against your center he’s licking slowly.

“Oh god, Chris!” You gasp, propping yourself up on your elbows to look down at him. He stills his motions.

“What the fuck did you call me?” He sneers, slapping your pussy lightly making you jump. Your eyes widen and you let out a little whimper.

“Daddy! Daddy! I’m so sorry!” You plead, hips bucking up, desperate for his touch.

“That’s what I thought,” He chuckles, slipping his ring and middle fingers inside you he’s curling them upwards. Stars are exploding behind your eyes and you let out a loud moan.

“Oh fuck! Daddy!”

Chris is pumping his fingers in and out of you, tongue flicking over your clit slowly.

“Never had such a sweet pussy,” Chris groans, lewdly sucking your clit. His fingers curl up and you let out a breathy whine.

You feel your orgasm building with every pass of his tongue and you know it won’t take long to push you over the edge. Just as you start to clench, breathing coming heavy and short, he stops.

You bolt upright on the desk with a scowl. Chris is lewdly sucking your juices from his fingers, not breaking eye contact with you.

“Taste so sweet. Already addicted to this cunt,” He growls, standing up, towering over you. Your walls flutter around nothing and you whimper softly.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to ruin you for any other man? Huh? Wanna be mine?” His lips turn up in a smirk when you nod eagerly, maybe too eagerly. He’s unbuttoning his dress shirt, the dark ink of his tattoos being exposed with every button. You reach a hand up and stroke the intricate lines. He hisses when you drag a nail down the center of his chest.

“Mmm sure you can keep up old man?” You wink with a soft giggle. He’s on you in an instant, pressing you into the hard mahogany of the desk.

“Oh I think it’s you that needs to worry about keeping up,” He growls. He’s making quick work of his slacks, hard cock slapping against his lower stomach. You gasp softly, hand wrapping gently around his length. You’re stroking slowly, admiring the way his face contorts as you wipe your thumb across the tip of his cock.

“Stop. Stop. Stop.” He’s panting, pushing your hand away. “Gotta be inside you when I cum, pretty girl,” He explains with one of those blinding smiles.

You scoot back a little on the desk. He’s climbing over the top of you, caging you in with his thick arms.

“Gonna ruin you now, sweetheart.” His Boston accent is thick and you shiver in delight.

“Wanted this for so long,” You confess, legs wrapping around his waist you’re pulling him closer.

“How long honey? Hmm? Be honest..” He goads, smirking at you. You’re squirming under his gaze but he’s holding you still. “Come on bunny. Be honest..”

“S-Since that first summer I came home from college,” You confess, biting down on your bottom lip.

“Well I better fuck you real good, cause you’ve been such a patient little girl, waiting for me,” He chuckles, pinching your cheek. You giggle softly, face heating up.

His gaze drops to your core, he’s lining up his cock and sinking in. He bottoms out with a loud grunt and your eyes flutter, you’re in heaven. The stretch is bordering on painful as he begins thrusting slowly. But it soon gives way to pleasure. He’s bending your knees, planting your feet on the desk so he can drive even deeper into you.

“Oh god! Oh fuck! It’s in my tummy!” You’re whimpering, eyes slammed shut.

Chris’ hand snakes between your writhing bodies, his thick fingers strumming your clit expertly. He’s leaning down, teeth dragging along the side of your neck as he picks up his thrusts. The lewd sounds of his balls clapping against your ass, and your pathetic whines create the perfect symphony to your tryst.

“So fucking tight,” Chris growls, fingers digging so deep into your skin you know you’ll be wearing his prints for days. Your walls are fluttering around his cock, your hands are grabbing at his shoulders, the material of his shirt slipping underneath your sweat soaked palms.

“Who owns this cunt huh? You gonna let those stupid college boys in here again?” He’s growling. You shake your head, tears rolling down your cheeks.

“No! No daddy! It’s yours!” You’re sobbing. You feel that blissful end slowly approaching, your hands are clenching themselves into fists.

“Look at me, look at me when you cum. I wanna see how good I make you feel,” He’s pinching your cheeks together, forcing you to look in his eyes. The once baby blue orbs are dark and wild with lust.

Your open palm slams on the desk as your orgasm comes crashing into you. Your walls are clenching around his cock, nails digging into his clothed biceps.

“That’s it baby girl, oh fuck, gonna cum okay? Gonna fill you up,” Chris is panting next to your ear. You’re nodding, words dying on the tip of your tongue as the pleasure overwhelms you.

It only takes a handful of thrusts before he’s spilling inside you. Filling your tummy, he’s kissing you deeply, tongue sliding with yours.

“On your knees,” He growls in your ear, sliding out and tugging you onto the floor. You look up at him, confused.

“What? Why?” Your hands are resting on his thighs, lashes fluttering innocently. Chris is sliding the tip of his cock along your lips, smearing your combined release.

“Be a good girl and clean up your mess.”

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