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#curling into myself w my hands between my thighs. not touching myself but you still gently call out to remind me to keep my hands visible
screampied · 3 months
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❛ TOO SWEET! ❜
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geto, toji, gojo, nanami, choso. jjk men who can’t get enough of your sweet taste ‘& becomes needy for your touch.
total wc. 3.0k
warnings. fem!reader, aphrodisiacs, whiney men, unprotected sex, mating press, cowgirl, doggystyle, nipple play, eating out through your panties, dry humping, praise
an. request thank yew aiii, using this req as an excuse to make the jjk men whiney.
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CHOSO ☆ KAMO
“baby w-wait,” he swallows, and choso’s panting heavily. heaving practically…
he just couldn’t keep his hands off you — ever since he told you in that soft, shaky red-handed voice that he ‘accidentally’ swallowed and eaten your freshly new bought sugary-coated sweets. “i feel so…” he murmurs, spinning you around before planting a kiss on your neck, then another, then another. “i need you. y-you smell sweeter than usual.”
“oh..is it that bad?” you stare up at him, a single eyebrow of yours raises, and he whimpers. you’re teasing him. the pout that curls down his lip is just adorable.
choso doesn’t give you a answer. he’s so starved of your wanted touch, all he does is drag a few inelegant awkward steps towards you, bringing you into a deep kiss.
choso cups your face with his big hands, his tongue swipes against yours and he backs you up against the glass cold refrigerator door.
he lets off a delicious moan inside your mouth and you gasp, feeling him spread your legs apart with his knee and your own whimper slips out as he’s kissing you. his body heat against yours was so warm, and every few seconds he broke away to repeat your name underneath his breath his shaky needy whispers. oh… maybe..
it really was that bad…
“are you sure?” you faltered with a shy smile, massaging the nape of your neck with your fingers. choso sat on the bed, his face remained flustered and plastered which nothing but whole heartedly lust and thirst. “this’ll help you um..stop feeling all….you know.”
“baby, yes—please,” he whines, his eyes plead. choso’s entire body felt so hot-tempered, warm.
it was cute seeing him grow frustrated, yet he was still as whiney as always, pink lips of his pursing and pouting as you teasingly and slowly made your way to sit on his face. “t-thank you, thank y—mph..”
your panties were still on but choso could care less, as you plopped down gently on his face — he couldn’t take it.
one single stripe lick between the crevices of your underwear was enough to make you moan out his name, hovering over him while giving him that same timid gaze. “c’mon. i need this, need you,” he’d speak, his own breath was racing against itself, jittery.
he gives your thighs a quick pry with his right hand, spreading your legs and you moan as he’s literally eating you out through your laced panties.
“ride my nose, baby. pleasepleaseplease. wanna savor my pretty girl’s—” and he pauses to breathe, almost forgetting to before moaning out. “..pussy.”
“c-choso..” you panted, starting to ride against his nose. he looked so pretty and submissive underneath you, a smile never leaving his lips as you were continuously starting to cover the lower half of his chin with your sweet slick. “fuck, fuck.”
his tongue was sloppy, never ending with the way it slurps your folds up. teasing your puffy clit with numerous sucks, his head’s swiftly moving and jerking as your hips moved and moved against him. choso reaches down to rub against the brick hard bulge building up in his shorts and he whines.
“c-can i touch myself?” he whimpers, and your heart swoons at him even asking. “….god, i’m so hot for you, baby. you make me so dirty. your taste… ‘s doin' this to me. just.. wanna please you, all night long baby.”
SUGURU ☆ GETO
“m' serious, princess,” geto mutters, gripping onto your shoulders. he looked like he’d just came back from his hourly workout. he’s staring you dead in the eyes, some strands of long black hair sticking to his forehead, and it appears as if he’s nearly out of breath. “i…ate your uh candy. but it’s not like you labeled it or anyt-”
geto freezes for a moment. he grows dramatically stiff, before staring down at his pants then at you. “shit.”
“…sugu, are you hard?” you giggled.
and oh, he grows so embarrassed. geto’s facial expression turns into a cute scowl, his ears grows hot the more he stares at you—and indeed he is.
geto’s boner was sort of hard to ignore. him wearing grey sweats didn’t make things easier either.
“can..can you help me or not? y’don’t know how painful this…is,” he huffs out and seconds later after you comply with a sweet little ‘okay’ he’s got you sprawled out all pretty on the bed. “more hornier than u-usual..” he swallows, leaning in to plant kisses straight down your chest to your stomach before he slides your panties off.
you stared at geto, and he licks his lips, panting. his chest heaved back and forth and he’s sweating a bit, he’s so turned on he feels so hot once he’s easing his way inside your pussy with his dick.
“m-mhm,” he bites his lip, keeping one hand resting on your tummy. you never heard him this whiney before and it was so cute. he doesn’t wanna rush but he can’t help it but start to create a pace with his hips. you moaned once he leaned into you, whining in his low voice, “kiss me, please. kiss me, princess.”
he was so thick. you felt him everywhere, his thrusts were so sloppy against you. more sloppier than usual but he was so driven.
his mind raced and his heart heated ten times faster than it regularly does.
“come here, baby.” you playfully smiled, moving his long dancing hair strands from his face and he deeply kissed you with tongue. hearing you say ‘baby’ got him more turned on.
the candy, your taste, and just your smooth sweet voice alone was gonna be the death of him.
“okay, okay…” he pants, you wrap your arms around him as his body weight lightly lingers against your chest. he’s so sensitive, warm as he leans in to kiss you for a second time.
it’s more quick and steamy. your tongue collides against his and you taste the sweet tang of the intoxicated candy residing on his tongue. you moaned at his hips smacking against yours at such rhythm. geto lets off a soft whiney purr at the way you comb a hand through his hair.
his lips were connected to yours for what seemed like forever. his warmth radiates against your skin as his body rocks against you.
“so sweet,” he murmurs, breaking away for a brief moment, his cock taps against your most sensitive bits and you whine. geto’s gentle but can’t help but be a bit crazy with thrusts, his strokes that made you dizzy. “i-i need more,” he huffs out, kissing the side of your mouth, then your neck, then your chest.
geto’s still huffing and puffing as he’s inside of you—each stinging slap he creates with his hips, you run into him and he moans, raising your right leg up, the leg that was wrapped around his waist to lick a long stripe up it while keeping direct eye contact. “can’t get enough.. ‘n it’s all your damn fault, princess.”
NANAMI ☆ KENTO
“sweetheart..”
is all your boyfriend says. you’re bent over the counter, and he pauses, you slip off a moan as nanami’s pressed up against you. his voice sounds lower than usual, raspy and somewhat whiney..? he intakes a breath before lifting the fabric of your sundress up. “i don’t want you to..see me like this.”
“kento, baby,” you shyly smile, not even facing him. “i told you yesterday not to eat the candy. the side effects are um…strong.”
with one hand, nanami tugs on his tie back and forth, he’s hot. “i’m aware of that now,” he grunts and you let off a gasp, feeling his hard boner rub against your ass. he grabs onto your waist and starts to make you grind your ass against him and he swears underneath his breath.
“fuck me,” he mutters in frustration. “forgive me, s-sweetheart but i just…i really wanna take you right here over this counter. restrain your cute hands with my tie and..”
“what’s stopping you then?” you teased.
and that was all it took nanami couldn’t hold back anymore, the lust overtook him and it was too strong. your cloying fragrance alone had him so tipsy. you’re perfectly arched over the sleek shiny, granite kitchen counter. nanami’s ruthless with his hits against your core. “k-kento..”
you’d moan out, your own hands pinned against your back with the neatly tie restraining your wrists, not too tight but just enough. you’re just bent over with the most perfect arch.
he’s so warm as he sloppily thrusts against you, again and again. his tip brushes against between your folds and you whimper out from how good he’s hitting you from behind. he’s got an exquisite tempo of roughness but also very gentle.
nanami grunts with the way your ass kisses against him each time. he purposely grows quiet to hear the hard hits, yanking on your pretty sundress. “jus’ like that, baby,” he’d moan out, barely able to contain himself. “throw yourself back…against me, jus’ like that…goddamn, girl.”
you were hunched over, wrists still restrained with his striped tie, a good grip of you as you’re being pounded ruthlessly against the counter. he’s never felt this horny and aroused before, hot and cold describes his heat and he groans at the way you move against him.
his dick reached you in each crevice, each spot with such ease you’re whining. you covered his base with your slick, he gets so hard from the recoil the more he stares down. nanami eyes the way the pretty sundress you wore—the one he bought you for valentine’s day, was all wrinkled and lazily pulled up to your waist. “s-so good, kento. more..”
“good, want you to feel good,” he rasps, caressing your bare ass once more. once his fat tip reaches your g-spot with a single hit you choke out his name and it sounds so pretty. “arch that pretty back just a more for me, pretty.”
you do and he gives you a soft encouraging spank, just to hear you whimper out kentooo. it drives him crazy, you drive him crazy—he’s so obsessed with the way your ass jerks back against him.
one swift smack and you moan, he slides a tongue across his lip, grunting at the way the recoil just bounces against him. he’s so dizzy, holding on to your hips, a firm grip and making you move back and forth before he starts panting.
“a little more, sweet girl,” and you do, moaning once his hefty base smacks against your ass. he starts to get a bit whiney, despite his low pitched voice, he’s completely losing composure. “all the way down, bend for me….y-yeah,” he stutters, and you get shivers, feeling nanami teasingly run two fingers down your spine.
“fuck, you’re gonna milk me, honey. make a…damn mess out of me.” and you do—because not even moments later, nanami ends up spraying thin ropes of of his cum all over your pussy, painting it like a canvas. “got me all messy just for you, p-princess.”
FUSHIGURO ☆ TOJI
toji’s hungry ass genuinely doesn’t care. 
the moment he spots a pocket-sized, untouched velvet box of tasty sweets with cute neat handwritten of a sharply that wrote ‘DO NOT EAT ME!!” he pays no mind.
eating it, savoring the rich taste of caramel and cinnamon. he’d probably eat in front of you just to spite you.
yet, the last thing you’d expect would be to return home to a needy whiny toji. 
“hey…girl,” you hear from behind you. he sounds worn out, as if he’d run a marathon.
he greets you with an awkward hug, which is more so just him feeling on your ass, his boner poking against your leg and he intakes your sweet scent before grunting into your neck.
“i…i ate the fucking candy. and all of a sudden you smell sweeter than..than usual and, shit.” he sighs, feeling your soft lips kiss the side of his mouth, his scar. “look. i just..i need you, bad,” and he sounds embarrassed, not even presenting you eye contact. 
his eyes hide underneath his long uncut strands before he continues, picking you up while gripping down on your thighs. “but..maybe this’ll fuckin’ help..”
and by that…he means putting you in a simple mating press, toji’s stuffing you full of cock, he’s doing more moaning than you which is surprising.
his weight that lodges over your pussy just smacks against you each and everytime. he’s treating you like a rag doll basically. you’re just dumbly being stuffed full of inches, holding onto his beefy arms while he’s thrusting in and out, smack after smack it makes your ears ring.
“mhm yeah baby—girl,” he’d choke out, and you’re squeezing down on him so tight it makes his jaw clench. “so damn…hot, fuck i need more…gotta overflow this pussy s’good it’s drippin’ out.” and you whimper at him clamping down on you.
his thrusts became so nasty and sloppy, barely any rhythm. 
toji looks so pretty when he’s needy. deranged, but pretty. he’s sweating a bit, beads race down the sides of his forehead, toned muscles were tense, including his back muscles. yet he blinks twice again.
slowing his strokes just a bit before groaning. “f-fuck, nasty bitch y’er tryna milk m-me?” and he whines—a gasp wretching from his mouth before that’s when toji realizes. 
he came early.
toji stares at you, panting heavily, bottom lip quivering as he’s still got you in a mean mating press. your legs were just dumbly in the air, twitching and you moaned at feeling his cum trickle down your slit, oozing out of you.
“toji baby, did you just whine?” you teased, heaving yourself. and toji showcases a glare, bringing a swift spank towards your pussy and you moan. 
“say…say that shit again…” he murmurs, all out of breath. he sits up, still stuffed deep inside you, his thick sheeny triceps flexed as he had them pressed against the sides of you.
“say what?”
he’s so embarrassed—a sheepish expression washes over him, tips of his ears were fuming with hotness before he grumbles, pulling out just to avert his eyes towards your messy pussy. “fuckin’….call me…baby again...please.”
“call you baby, yeah?” you teased, and he glares, a cute scowl on his face
“…you heard me, whore.”
GOJO ☆ SATORU
“hey, you’re back,” he utters, hugging you from behind. he smells so good—peppering your neck with a variety of chaste kisses, he sounds a bit shaken up and he’s far more clingy than usual.
the minute you hug turn around to hug him, softly running a finger down his undercut he lets off a moan. “y-your touch. ‘s been so long since-”
“toru i was only gone for three hours,” you mumbled, and he stared at you.
his entire face was flushed, his usual fluffy and well was all in his face. messy, ruffled, and he was sweating just a bit.
“why-” then you pause, moving your eyes towards the night stand to see the empty wrappers of candy scattered everywhere. “you- did you eat those?”
“no,” he immediately says, with a swift head shake, before letting off an ashamed, “yes.. i couldn’t help it. i thought you were just joking about the um…horniness.. but baby, i-i need you on top of me.”
he was so desperate.
you decided to 'help' him, in his way he wanted you to ride him so the lust could wear off, hopefully.
gojo’s so loud, slouched back against the squashy pillows of the sofa.
his head goes back before gripping your waist, whining at the way your hips rollicked against him. “f-fuck me more, touch me more. kiss me..baby please, ‘m so hot, pussy’s making me burn up, fuck..”
“satoru,” you mumbled, bucking your hips against him and it makes you suck your teeth. he was so big, easily stretching you out, molding out your pussy with such grace.
“stop talking.” you moaned, rocking back and forth. his cock, the girth of it stretched inside of you and you bite down on your lip.
gojo’s hair nearly covers his eyes, and he’s panting and whining each second. the way you clamp and squeeze around him makes his head spin.
“m-make me, girl.” he pouts.
you rolled your eyes, leaning in to kiss him and gojo moans in your mouth. the slim tip of his tongue ran against yours and he was so sloppy, breathing out his nose. he squeezed your ass with his left hand before whimpering once he started to bottom out.
he pulls away, simultaneously grabbing one of your breasts to latch his lips onto your perky nipple, a sweet attempt to hide his moans but he was still loud.
“mph,” he muffled, blue eyes staring up at you as you rode him so good his eyes nearly starts to roll back and you moan from the stimulation. his orgasm came so hard that he’s almost seeing stars. he painted your insides white—so much came out, it’s like he’s been saving his old just for you, he couldn’t stop tottering while being beneath you.
that’s when he lets out a sharp breath—tapping you lightly with his bottom lip visibly poking out.
“can..can you praise me?” he pants, you slow down your rhythm and gojo’s pupils dilates a bit, he swallows before moaning once you lean in to kiss near his neck. “your voice gets me so..tingly.”
“you did so good, satoru,” you hummed, kissing his nose, then his neck, then his chin, he’s still buried inside and he can’t stop moaning from your touch.
you run a finger down his v-line and he whimpers, his eyes following your movement and he was indeed warm. “…good boy.”
“jus’ hearing you talk ‘s gonna make me cum again, baby.” he choked out.
his soft shaky moans go against your ear the minute you start to ride him again, a slow yet sensual pace and he’s about to lose his mind. “don’t s-stop fucking me please. ‘m your good boy. all yours...fuck.”
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tetzoro · 4 months
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HAPPY BIRTHDAY TETSU — ༉‧₊˚.
ft. kuroo tetsuro !
꒰ SYNOPSIS ꒱ : it’s kuroo’s birthday and you’re the gift he’s been looking forward to all day. so it’s only fair you let him indulge in you all night.
꒰ CONTENTS ꒱ : MDNI. f!reader. unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f!receiving), light bondage (w ribbons), pet names (pretty girl, baby, sweetheart) the use of “sir” (once), multiple orgasms, overstimulation, creampie — WC : 2.8k
꒰ NOTES ꒱ : happy birthday my lover ᰔ dividers by @/cafekitsune
reblogs and interactions are always appreciated ! (*ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ᰔ*.゚
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dressed up in pretty pink ribbons, lace curling around your body, encasing you in the most beautiful gift kuroo’s ever seen in his life, you greet him in your shared bedroom.
“sweetheart.” he breathes, soaking in the way you’re sprawled on the bed, practically presenting yourself to him as you perch up like a cat stretching, your ass high up in the air just beginning to be touched. “this all for me?”
“of course it is. all for the birthday boy.” you purr, rolling on your back before you arch it off the bed. he’s never seen you so brazen, so crazed. his fingers twitch by his side, along with his cock as it comes to life — fiercely pressing against his too-tight slacks just begging to be free. 
taking a few steps, unbuttoning his shirt as he gets closer, he crawls up on the bed, his eyes still glued on you. he’s unable to focus as your manicured hand runs teasingly down your own neck, over your breasts and down towards the place that makes his mouth water, itching to have a taste.
his hand encircles your wrist, stopping your actions, a heedy look in his eye. his tongue swipes along his lips, a million ways in which he could devour you infiltrate his mind.
“then, no touching.” he coos, gently moving your wrist down onto the soft duvet, pinning it there as his body rubs up against yours — his core pressing between your legs. “not until i unwrap my gift.”
“yes, sir.” you tease, squirming under his hold. he’d never seen a more beautiful sight, watching as you splay out under him, ready for whatever he wants to give you. “i’m all yours.”
the words gloss over his mind, swelling in his heart as he dips his head down, wasting no time as he captures your lips with his. the way you make him feel like the king of the world with the only simplest of phrases.
the kiss itself is rushed, fueled by pure, unadulterated need. tongues hastily swirling together as drools pools in the sides of his mouth. but he can’t stop, not when you taste so good, so sweet for him.
just when he thinks he might pass out from lack of air, your hands find purchase in his hair, demanding he come closer. and who was he to ever deny you? 
the words “i love you” rolling off the tip of his tongue, peppering them along the skin of your neck, each one lingering a little longer than the one before. his breath hitches when he hears the return of your own breathy confession, professing your love between the small gasps he pulls from you.
“you’re so good to me.” he mouths against your ear, fingers moving to trail back down your body before gripping your hips tightly. you let out a soft moan as he presses your cunt against his clothed throbbing length, rocking you against him ever so slightly as he starts feeling his pre stain the fabric. drawn to your warmth, he can’t help but let out a breathy moan. “been wanting you to myself all day.”
“well, now you have me.” you say, the corner of your lips teasing upward. “but the question is, what are you going to do?”
“oh sweetheart,” he caresses your face lovingly, before his palm slides down your sides, roaming over the lace set you had on. there’s a devilish glint in his eyes that has you rubbing your thighs together – a look that you are all too familiar with when kuroo gets worked up like this. “i’m going to start unwrapping my present.”
the necklace wrapped around your neck was pretty, the pink silk beautifully curling around your skin. he couldn’t help but slip it off, ignoring your squirming. the fabric slides through his fingers before he cups your chin, tilting it up toward him.
he presses his lips against yours again, but this time, languidly moving them at a pace that draws out pleasure, teasing the both of you. the tenderness dizzying his mind and driving him mad. his grip on your chin tightens as he can’t get enough — trying to pull you in deeper. 
he groans into your mouth as your hand sneakily runs over his shoulders, pushing off the bothersome unbuttoned shirt he was still wearing, the pads of your fingers smoothly over the expanse of his toned back. he pulls back from the kiss, saliva almost dripping down the side of his mouth.
“need to taste you.” he decides, shimmying his body down so his face was right in front of your cunt. his jaw almost drops — heat rushing to his face as blood runs down to his cock. “are these —?”
“knew how much you like these little sets, wanted to keep it on for you this time.” you explain, batting your lashes at him as you shyly open your legs wider, exposing your glistening cunt. the two of you had never played with a set like this — one that left a very convenient opening that left you bare for him.
“fuck.” he whispers in awe, peering in closer as he runs his fingers along the lace, just outside where you needed him most. watching you squirm for him, already clenching around nothing, has him unbuckling his pants, sliding off the rest of his clothes as he takes his cock into his hand with a satisfied hiss. “you’re so perfect, so pretty.”
he flattens his tongue against you, licking a stripe along the entrance of your cunt while easing his pre around the tip of his cock. groaning at your sweet musk, he can’t contain himself anymore, using his free hand to clutch onto your thigh for leverage as he starts to feast on his birthday dessert.
“tetsu!” you squeal out, gripping onto his hair. he grunts as you tug on it, messing it up more than it already was. his hips thrust against the bed, pushing his cock in between his fist as he starts to pump himself.
“so fucking good.” he’s all but slobbering into you, licking up every drop of your essence he can get his tongue on. he never wanted to leave this spot, he’s positive that his head was meant to be between your legs. soaking up the way your thighs tremble around him, squeezing against his head. it was all consuming.
your legs clamp around him as you near your edge, but he’s too lost in you to notice. the muffled squelching noise stemming from how quickly he’s stroking his cock reaches his ears as you roughly tug on his hair.
“‘m close! tets-!” you cry out, practically humping his face as you hurtle towards the edge. he wraps his lips around your clit, gently suckling against it as his fingers slip into your cunt. 
with another cry your name, you come undone around his fingers, clenching around them before he pulls them out, making room for his tongue to clean up every drop of your sweet essence.
but kuroo’s known for getting carried away when it comes to you.
he just knew your body so well, knew how to curve his fingers just right to have you twitching in his hold, chasing the high as you start to ride his digits. he loved it, loved watching your expressions morph into bliss from a few calculated touches.
your body trembles under his hold as he doesn’t stop, wanting you to do that again and again until he’s had his fill. he ignores your pleas of overstimulation, knowing you can take it for him, especially today.
eventually your cries turned into mewls of pleasure, his eyes flit up to you, watching you toss your head back in ecstasy. he grins, moving back a bit so he can slip his fingers back into your soppy, soft cunt.
“feeling good, baby?” he teases, stretching you out. you can’t help but start to grind on his face, chasing the spiraling tendrils of your impending release. it was so, so close, just within your reach.
“s’good!” your voice cracks and he has to squeeze the base of his cock to keep from coming. both hands move to grab your thighs, tossing your legs over his shoulder as he goes back for more — teasing your entrance with the tip of his tongue, barely plunging into you. “s’too much! need to come again, please!”
something in him snaps when he sees your fingers trail down your body, desperately trying to swirl around the nub he’s been purposefully neglecting. he wanted you to come again — but on his own terms. you were just getting too greedy now.
“enough,” his tongue slides out of you, ignoring your offended gasp, he quickly grasps your wrists together, taking the ribbon that was previously tied around your neck and using it to tie a pretty bow to keep your hands off of him. “i already warned you once.”
“tetsu, ‘m sorry.” you whine, fighting against his hold so you could touch him again. 
“too late for that, sweetheart.” he kisses your head. “if you’re really good, maybe i’ll untie you.”
“no fair.” you huff, tears welling up in your eyes. kuroo freezes for a brief second, thinking maybe he went too far but the way you roll your hips against his, the warmth from your cunt spreading over his length tells him otherwise. 
“no? want me to stop then, baby?” he smirks down at you, tucking his head by your ear, pressing a kiss along your lobe. “all you have to do is tell me if that’s what you really want.”
“n-no!” you cry out, halting your movements. he watches as your body longs for him, hips jutting upwards to find his fingers once again.
“no? you sure?” his fingers barely graze over your clit, the pads of his fingers ghosting over where you need him most. but he doesn’t give you any pressure, any friction that would bring you satisfaction. tears cling to your lashes, desperation swimming in your eyes.
“tetsu, don’t be mean.” you writhe under him. he feels a surge of arousal jolt throughout his core, completely mesmerized by you, watching frustration bubble up inside you. he almost wants to see if you’d go as far to break past the ribbon. you let out an exaggerated huff, on the edge of accepting defeat. “if i knew you were going to talk this much, i would’ve kept you down there to finish what you started.”
“oh yeah? you’re the one being awfully naughty tonight, aren’t you?” he dips down and presses bruisingly tender kisses along your neck, leaving little marks in his wake. he levels his face right in front of yours, causing your breath to hitch as his piercing eyes glint with mischief. “got this pretty pussy of yours all ready to take me just for you to be a brat. maybe i should just use your mouth instead?”
you shake your head, words escaping you as emotion takes over. your eyes plead with his, your core molten with need, yearning for his touch again.
“no? you gonna be good and let me fuck you now?” he lines his cock up with you, feeling it jump in the palms of his hand as his tip kisses your dripping entrance.
“mhm, please!” you audibly beg now, music to his ears. he glides his tip teasingly, coaxing a pussy job from you as he waits for you to go on. “please fuck me, tetsu. i’m sorry, i pro-”
cutting you off, he shoves himself into you, smirking as your words blend into a moan of his name. his fingers dig into the skin of your hip, his body trembling slightly as he sinks into you. almost right after he bottomed out, you feel it — the happy twitch of cock as it settles deep inside of you.
it doesn’t take him long to fall into a steady pace, snapping his hips against yours, fingers curling into the lace that was still decorated your body. his beautiful gift, all wrapped up for him. 
with each push and pull of his hips, he drives deeper into you, your walls squeezing around him in a way that has his head dizzy. no matter how many times he sinks into you, it never gets old. each time is like the first time as he carves his way into the place that makes him lose himself, the one where you’re waiting right there to find him. 
moving your wrists pinned above your head, he pushes your knees to your chest, watching as his cock disappears in and out of you — completely coated in your essence. he has half a mind to pull out and taste you again, licking his lips at the thought, but the pleasure he felt was too strong, curling deep in his abdomen and threatening to snap from just a few shallow thrusts.
he’s mesmerized at how perfectly your bodies join, reconnecting from the steady thrust of his hips. he’s slow with it for a moment, dragging it out as your cunt doing everything in its power to suck him in. 
his jaw clenched, trying to control himself a little more before he snaps. but something carnal takes hold of his mind, boiling deep within his abdomen as he looks at you. 
as much as he loved the set you had on, he needed to feel you, your skin brushing against his, chests rubbing together as he pushes into you over and over again.
“need more.” he gasps out, breathing heavily into your mouth. all you can do is let out little choked moans as he brushes along your cervix. you hear fabric ripping as he tears off the pretty set you had on for him. “need to touch you.”
“but my set.” you manage to whine out, looking up at him with watery doe eyes. you’ve never looked cuter and if it was possible — he felt himself grow harder. his pace quickens, frenzied with the way you drive him wild.
“was my present, wasn’t it?” he laughs breathlessly, kissing you in a soft apology. but this is what he needed, your nipples brushing against his, scraps of lace sliding off your body as he starts pounding into you — quickly losing whatever control he had left.
“you — mmph ! — you better buy m-me another.” you moan out, your legs wrapping around his waist as he fucks you deeper into the mattress. your fingers twitch, longing to touch him again, to claim the closeness you need to send you over the edge.
you leave him breathless, he doesn’t even care that your tied up wrists loop around his head, fingers threading through his hair as you pull him flush against you. skin sliding against skin, he pushes deeper into you, tip of his cock brushing along your cervix.
“sound so pretty when you take me like this.” he rasps out, nearing his release. “always making me feel so — aah — so good.”
kuroo continues to drive into you, panting out curses every few moments — his breathing growing heavier, needier. squelch. squelch. squelch. filled his ears and he could hardly think of anything else besides how good you feel wrapped around him like this. 
your cunt clamps around him, clenching as you attempt to milk him dry, your beautiful moans filling his ears as you cum around his cock. his hips stutter, losing his pace for a second as he watches you thrash underneath him, gripping at anything to ground you while you crash down from your high.
it was one of the most beautiful sights he’s ever seen.
with a shuddered groan, he pushes deep within you as he releases rope after rope of cum, filling you up with everything he had. burying his face in the crook of your neck, shallowly thrusting to ensure he pumps all of it as far as he can. with a satiated breath, he slumps against you, pressing kisses along any bit of skin he can get his lips on.
“my beautiful girl.” he praises, a smile easing on his face as he finds your gaze again. your chest heaves, trying to catch your breath, the torn fabric jumbled up at your sides. kuroo gently takes your hands, slipping the ribbon off of them before placing a gentle kiss on each of your inner wrists. “did so well for me. you always spoil me for my birthday.”
“you deserve it.” you smile at him, fingers running along his face as you both savor the touch. “happy birthday tetsuro.”
“and it’s not over yet.” he smirks, suddenly getting a second wind as he presses a chaste kiss against your lips. within a blink of the eye, he finds his face back in front of your cunt, watching his cum drip out of you. he licks his lips, gently thumbing over your puffy clit. 
“w-what are you doing?” you gasp out, arching your back.
“i need a fresh start for round two.”
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beelmons · 8 months
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i’m begging on my knees for reader w/ a hand kink🙏🏻 i’m down bad for spencer reid’s hands
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"The buttons are just so small!" Spencer complained.
"And yet, you refuse to get an iPhone." JJ mocked him.
"And end up with no buttons? No thanks." he said as he continued to struggle writing a text message that Hotch needed.
You, few meters away, were delighted to see him still grapple with the device. The reason? the way his fingers moved was just a sight to behold.
Having a hand kink was hard when the person you wanted to bone the most had such gorgeous assets, it was even worse that he sat in front of you during work and you were forced to look at them almost every day.
Granted, you had learned to behave yourself, you were no animal, but when your hormones took control over you during an specific time of the month, it was impossible to control the way your body reacted.
Hence, why you had to push your legs together, trying to hide from the world the fact that you were pooling in between your legs. It was hard not to imagine his slender fingers trailing up your thighs as you sat in the conference room, teasingly slowl, painfully high. You always pictured him as a tease, the kind of man to drive you mad with want before even properly touching you.
You had dreamed of the day you finally were able to seduce him, to persuade him to do his will with your body, to have him so drunk on you he had no choice but to take at least one part you wherever you were.
You indulged in the unlikely scenario of being in a hidden corridor, one no other soul would visit, having your pussy defiled by the extremities of his hand, so velvety and uncomplicated, as if it had waited a lifetime for their presence.
You fantasized about his touch on your cheek, sweetly feeling the warmth you emitted, tender and loving, all before they slipped past your lips, ordering you to suck as he pounded into you with relentless hips. All while his other limb curled around your your throat, allowing you to have his ethereal digits as a collar.
"...okay?" you heard the faint echo of his voice, as you had many times when your vivid imagination took control.
"...are you okay?" okay, perhaps it was all too clear, all too real.
Your head darted out. Without realizing, you had hidden them behind folded arms on your desk.
"I've been calling your name." he clarified, with worry, as you looked at him "Are you alright? You look flushed."
Sort of pathetic to not be able to handle a single fantasy without turning into a mess. But, alas, reality was not a fanfic someone else could control to mash you together, was it?
"I'm alright." you managed to say.
"I think I should take you to the infirmary." as his hands darted out to touch your forehead you couldn't help but flinch.
"I'm okay, Spencer." you gently moved his arm away, if he touched you any longer you would have had to take care of it yourself, and the FBI bathroom was not exactly the cleanest, contrary to popular belief.
"If I can do anything to help..." he tried to reassure you.
'You could let me jump on your fingers' you thought, but that was certainly not an approved treatment for the cold he obviously thought you had. You did your best to put on a smile and grab at his forearm with gratitude.
"You know what? One of these days, I'll take you up on that and leave myself in your capabe hands." you teased, and he, of course, completely missed your inuendo.
"Can't wait!"
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snowyquokka · 2 months
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MISSED YOU
written based off of the pictures above and my chronic need to be choked
seungmin x afab!reader
cw: smut w an attempted plot MDNI, established relationship, choking, reader is touch starved kinda robbed yall (lowkey lost motivation to write this one), unprotected piv (stay safe out there) dry humping for like two sentences, crying over being aforementioned touch starved + over writing an essay, shitty grammar (as per usual), no aftercare but it’s implied.
wc: 1k words
A.N- the longest one i’ve written on this account !! feel free to give feedback. muah <3
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“Fuck,” you groan and drop your head onto the table. You’ve been trying (and failing) to write an essay for 3 days now and the deadline is 2 days away. You’ve made zero progress due to just being stressed. Part of the stress is from not being able to even touch your boyfriend, Seungmin. He’s been on tour and it’s quite literal torture to you since your love language is physical contact.
Yes you’re able to have to an occasional Facetime where you both pleasure yourselves in front of the other but of course it’s not the same. You miss waking up on top of his chest as it rises slowly. You miss the way he smells.
And god do you miss his dick. The thought makes you feel so shitty but it’s the truth. You miss his deep groans and the way he sounds when he’s pushing you towards your orgasm.
You miss his tongue and the amount of skill he has when he’s going down on you.
And his long, slender fingers curling up in your pussy to hit your sweet spot.
Instinctively you rub your thighs together, arousal beginning to soak your panties. You swallow audibly and close your eyes.
“Fuck this,” you mumble as you shut your laptop and softly pad into your bedroom before slipping into one of Seungmin’s hoodies and crawling into bed.
You lay there for a few moments just staring at the ceiling as tears trickle down your cheeks. You feel pathetic for crying over something as miniscule as this. Though it doesn’t feel very minuscule to you.
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You wake up to the feeling of someone stroking your hair, startling you a bit. You look up to see Seungmin beaming down at you.
“Hi, sleeping beauty. Did you mi-“ you cut him off by throwing your arms around him and immediately reveling in his scent. You inhale deeply as you relax into his arms.
“You’re actually here. I- I thought you still had another week.” you mumble into the crook of his neck. He chuckles and wraps his arms around your waist.
“Yeah that was my fault, I got the dates wrong.” you pull back slowly as you’re suddenly very aware of the wetness that is still sticking to your bare thighs. Seungmin’s eyes flicker from your lips to your chest as he pulls his bottom lip in between his teeth. You clear your throat awkwardly and pull away from him completely.
“I’m gonna go get some water,” you move to stand up but are immediately dragged back down into Seungmin’s lap.
“I’m not stupid, bubs,” he mumbles into your ear as he trails his fingers over your slick thighs. “My precious baby, ready for me as soon as I get home.” Seungmin chuckles and presses a kiss in your hair.
You cringe and rest your forehead on his shoulder in an attempt to cover your scarlet face. “I-I’m sorry. I’ve been thinking about you and I’m stressed about college. But I followed the rules and didn’t touch myself without your permission.” you rush through your words, leaving you out of breath.
Seungmin’s hand creeps up your back underneath his hoodie. “Let me help you.” you whimper softly in return.
He smiles down at you as he removes his hand from your back and gently grinds your hips against his. You let out a surprised groan and throw your head back on his shoulder.
“Relax, let me take care of you baby.” he rolls your hips over his bulge again. He inhales deeply and tilts your head up to kiss him. He lets out a groan as he tastes you on his tongue.
He’d be lying if he said he didn’t dream about the feeling of your curves under his palms the entire time he was away. He couldn’t look at a picture of you without getting hard. So as he pushes you back on the bed and removes your top, he plays out everything he fantasized about for a month.
Seungmin dipped down to kiss you once he undressed you and himself. While you were distracted he pushed two fingers grinning as you moan into his mouth.
“You make the most lovely sounds bubs, wonder how long it’ll take for me to make you lose your voice.”
“Why don’t you try and find out?” you say through broken gasps. Seungmin retracts his fingers from your core and swirls his tongue around them.
“You think I should? Can you handle it?” he asks seriously. No matter how dominant he gets he always makes sure that you are comfortable with whatever he’s going to do. The last thing he wants is to hurt you.
“Please, baby,” you grab his right hand and kiss his palm before looking up at him. “I want this-“ you guide his hand slowly towards your neck “-here.”
“You’re absolutely positive?” you nod in agreement and watch as your boyfriends eyes darken and fill with pure, unadulterated lust. He tightens his grip slightly and kisses you sloppily. It’s so chaotic and has absolutely no rhythm whatsoever, but that only makes it better.
At this point Seungmin’s dick is so hard that it hurts. He hasn’t been able to get off well in an ungodly amount of time.
You notice the distressed expression on his face as he pulls away and grab his cock, his hand still wrapped around your neck.
You stroke him a few times before he grabs your wrist with his free hand and pushes it away. Lining his tip up with your entrance, he lets out a small breath before sliding into you gently, the large amount of arousal dripping down your thighs producing lewd noises that echo through the room.
“Ah, fuck,” you stumble. Seungmin pushes into you completely. You bite your lip to stifle the loud moans you know are trying to escape.
“Do you like to have the ability to walk? Open that pretty little mouth and let me hear you.”
You continue to stay silent, overwhelmed by the sheer volume of pleasure that you’re experiencing. This only eggs Seungmin on. He applies more pressure against your neck and thrusts into you harder, trying to get any and every sound out of you.
“I can do this all night, y/n. Judging by the way you already looked fucked out, I’m guessing you can’t, so I suggest you start listening to me.”
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vnmpior · 11 months
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okay.. can i ask for leon cockwarming you????11&2×*×* as a punishment? I SAW THAT ONE POST THAT LEON WOULD DO THAT THINKING ABOUT IT MAKES ME WANT TO READ ONE
YOU ASKED FOR IT
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LEON KENNEDY (re4) x reader
note — I GOT TO THIS REQUEST SO LATE. i don't think i've read the post of him doing that but whoever wrote it is doing a service to everyone in the world. i don't know what game leon you want me to write about so i'll do re4make (i'm holding myself back from making it id leon). + i suck at writing punishment smut especially w this type of punishment.
tags — nsfw, porn w a hint of plot, badly written smut, slight praise, teasing, fem bodied reader, cockwarming obviously, use of pretty girl and baby
i am not responsible for any minors interacting w this post - nsfw under the cut
not proofread.
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"le-mmph, leon, wait," you tried prying away the hand that was currently in between your thighs, his fingers teasing your sopping cunt.
"hm?" he hummed. "what, you want me to stop?"
you shook your head quickly. "just slow down," you mumbled out. you didn't want carlos to hear, who was downstairs sleeping, staying over since he was too drunk to drive home from the bar.
"i haven't even done anything yet, and you already want me to slow down?" he cooed. his free hand trailed up and down your thigh, sending shivers down your spine.
your clothes had been discarded on the floor as soon as the two of you had made it to your room, leon still in his fitted shirt that had you staring at him longer than usual.
"you can tell me to slow down, but you can't tell carlos to keep his hands to himself?" he questioned, his hand making his way from your thigh to your chin, turning your head to face him.
"we were just talking," you struggled to get out as leon momentarily slid a finger in you, curling it before stopping.
"just talking? did you see the way he looked at you? i bet he was wishing that he was in my spot right now."
now that you really thought about it, you realized how many times he left lingering touches on the small of your back and arm, eyeing you up and down in your satin dress.
"i don't want him, i want you," you whimpered out.
"well, is that what he thinks? he probably thinks that he can get you in his bed in no time." leon furrowed his eyebrows, a shadow cast over his eyes. "i guess i'll just have to make it obvious you're mine."
he pressed your body closer to his, and buried his face in your neck, nipping at you. he finally resumed moving his fingers in and out of your cunt and a rapid pace, causing you to claw at his back.
the sound of squelching mixed with your moans and gasps had leon holding back from just outright fucking you right then and there. "let it all out baby." he praised.
"you gonna cum for me sweetheart? you gonna be loud enough so carlos can hear who you belong to?" he curled his fingers up to that certain spongey spot which led you to buck your hips up and throw your head back.
"answer me," he prodded at your g-spot, and you muffled a moan.
"y-yes leon," you stammered out.
"you want my fingers or my cock?" leon smirked as you whined when he stopped moving his fingers.
"wan' you in me." your hips grinded against his hand, which he quickly drew away to unbuckle his jeans, which he looked uncomfortably tight in, the tent obvious.
he chuckled at you clenching around nothing, and slowly he slowly pushed himself in your entrance, letting out a drawn out groan. you arched your back as leon gathered both of your wrists into his grip and held them above your head. you struggled for a bit before remembering the strength difference.
"you wanna touch me?" he teased.
you nodded, lips parted and eyes half lidded.
"mm, alright," he let your hands drop down, and you wrapped your hands around his waist, expecting him to start his typical brutal pace, but instead, he flipped you around so you were on top, as if you were about to ride him.
that's what you thought, lifting your hips up, only for leon to grip your hips with bruising strength and slam you back down, you letting out a surprised moan.
"didn't you want to go slow, baby?" he traced shapes along your hipbone and lower thigh. "you think i'd just fuck you and it'd be over?"
"please, leon, please," your voice cracked as you begged for him to let you move
"i love listening to you beg, pretty girl, but don't you think it'd be a reward? i don't think you deserve a reward." he shook his head.
you whined, moving around as much as you could, which was pretty little with his big, strong hands holding you down.
"how about this. you don't move until i say you can, and i'll do whatever you want me to do for you, alright baby?" you knew that either you agreed and get what you wanted, or disagree and he'd still make you do it and you wouldn't get anything in the end.
"fine," you said, lying down on his chest, leon loosening his hold on you.
you were trying so hard not to move, but you couldn't stop yourself from trembling and tightening around his thick cock. occasionally you'd slightly grind down on him, and you knew this wasn't going unnoticed.
"do that one more time, and i'll make sure you don't get to cum for the rest of this month," he threatened, and you felt his fingers slowly dig into your skin. you were definitely bruising after this.
it felt like hours passed. you didn't know how leon wasn't pressing your legs up against your chest and fucking the shit out of you, but he seemed relaxed. especially compared to you, tense and squirming around.
"something wrong?" he raised an eyebrow, a mischievous glint in his eye.
"want you to fuck me so bad," you murmured against his chest.
"hmm," he pretended to think. "maybe."
you pouted, eyes tearing up from not getting the pleasure that you want so bad.
"is my pretty girl about to cry? aww," he mocked you, the sweet voice he had shadowing the teasing nature of the sentence. you felt your slick pool at the base of his crotch.
"i should make it more obvious that you're mine, so you won't have to go through this again, huh? you don't want to get punished again, right princess?"
"yes, yes. just please, can you please fuck me," you pleaded, hands scrambling to the top of his shoulders.
"if i fuck you, I wanna hear my name come out of those pretty lips of yours, baby. let carlos know what he doesn't get to have."
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slothgiirl · 2 years
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The Giving Dream
morpheus x reader. no use of y/n. smut. fucking w feelings. overstimulation. roughish. raw aka unedited w a dash of spelling mistakes probs. service top!dream.
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“Lay back,” Morpheus states in a tone that brokers no argument. The self assurance of a King was clear though he never raised his voice. He appeared even more incandescent than usual in your bedroom. You see the night sky in the lining of his coat as it fans out around him, his pale skin practically glowing.
You could see a chair piled high with clothes from the corner of your eye.
He runs his hands down your sides. His touch is a gentle caress. Morpheus hooks his thumbs in the waistband of your silky shorts and tugs them down.
You’re not wearing anything underneath.
In a mesh black bra that’s sheer, ribbons crossing over your rib cage from the band, you feel more bare than if you had been naked. It was the dark look in Morpheus’ eyes. Your entire body flushed, nipples hard.
He made you feel seen.
It’s a heady feeling that goes right to your core, knowing you held all of the Dream Lord’s attention.
The shorts pool at your ankles.
“Must I repeat myself,” Morpheus asks with his usual brand of arrogance which was infuriating, but in these circumstances, incredibly hot.
There was mirth in those glacier blue eyes.
He knows you well.
“No,” you shake your head, leaning forward, your hands on his chest. “My lord,” you whisper sultry near his ear, before sucking on his earlobe.
His breath hitches.
Then you lean back, propping yourself up on your elbows: your feet hang off the bed.
Anticipation curls your toes.
Holding your gaze with his fathomless eyes, Morpheus sinks to his knees. In a fluid motion, he discards his coat, leaving him in a black t-shirt. His arms are all corded muscle.
“Well then,” you ask him with an arched brow. Your voice is steady though the warmth under your skin grows. It’s a rush of blood to the head.
It never got old to see a King on his knees for you. It never got old to see him between your legs.
“Patience,” Morpheus utters, wrapping his hand around your ankle, “I wish to try something.”
You swallow. “Alright,” trusting him implicitly.
He lifts your leg, exposing your pussy to him. He rubs his cheek up your calf, his breath tickling your skin.
You left your other leg, resting your foot on the edge of your bed.
Morpheus kisses the crook of your knee: once tenderly, then again, pressing an open mouth kiss to the same spot.
You sigh, smiling placidly when he grips your thighs, ducking his head down low to suck a kiss on your inner thigh. His wild hair brushes against your skin. He nips at your skin before soothing the indents of his teeth over with his tongue.
The warmth of Morpheus’ breath so near your slit is dizzying. Teasingly close to your core, your cunt throbs with need.
You run your fingers through his hair, laying back entirely. The effort to hold yourself up wasn’t worth it, not when heat coiled deep in your belly. You wanted his mouth against your pussy already.
Shamelessly wanton, knowing how good he could make you feel, you cultch his hair and pull him where you need him.
Morpheus chuckles lowly. “Patience, I will take care of you.” He nuzzles his face against your mound.
Bucking your hips, you whine, “I need you now.” You needed him. Your cunt aches. Both hands curled in his dark locks, you wank him forward again.
You were wet where he’d littered your skin with kisses; you were wet with pooled desire.
“Careful,” he tells you quietly, the self-satisfaction evident in his voice. Morpheus loved having you splayed before him, entirely his. “Be careful what you wish for,” he says with a smug smirk. His hands hold you still against the bed.
The Dream Lord possessed an inhuman strength.
“Morpheus,” you plead, squirming on the bed.
He is unmoved.
“You’re wet,” he observes, nosing at your slit.
“More,” you try canting your hips again but his grip is unmalleable.
“Very well.”
And finally, your toes curled tight, Morpheus drags his tongue up your center.
You suck in a breath.
He slides his tongue into your folds, tasting you. Wetting his fingers in your juices, Morpheus opens you up even more, kissing your core while caressing your folds with his elegant fingers, he eats your pussy proving to be just as needy as you.
You moan his name, “Morpheus!”
Taunt, you arch off the bed when he swirls his tongue, teasing your entrance.
You wrap your legs around his neck, pulling him close, chasing the heat that only he could give you. You burned for him. Your body was a live wire, reacting to his electric touch.
The pressure-pleasure builds.
Morpheus points his tongue, sliding into your wet pussy.
“oOH.” Fuck, you pant. You squeeze your eyes shut. Your thighs bracket his head; he doesn’t complain.
Finding your clit with ease, Morpheus rubs his finger around your bundle of nerves, smearing your own juices around.
Your head is stuffed with cotton. There’s nothing. No one-
Just your pleasure, the tight coil in your core about to burn like a white hot blue giant.
“Morpheus!”
“That’s it my love,” he mummers against your core, “come for me.” Then Morpheus shifts, his tongue finding your clit and fuck-
You’re gone.
The mewls you make, filling the room with the most obscene moans. Your thighs tremble as you break apart for him. The white hot pleasure transforms, leaving you heady and boneless.
You card your fingers through his hair.
Still wacked out, riding the feverish post-orgasmic warmth, you shudder when Morpheus sucks on your clit. It’s too much too soon.
“fuck.” Every ministration runs down your spine like a jolt; his tongue on the bundle of nerves; the pull of your oversensitive clit as he sucks; his teeth grazing such an intimate part of you.
You throw your head back against the bed, unable to move. You can only continue to take the pleasure Morpheus gives you.
“Too. . .it-much,” you gasp.
You try to close your legs, squirming. It’s an impossible task with Morpheus there, between your thighs.
With a wet pop, he lets you go.
When he speaks, his voice is utterly wrecked. “Once more my love.” And he slides two fingers into your soaking cunt.
Your brain short circuits.
Morpheus curls his fingers inside you, before sucking on your clit again.
You bite down on your lip. It was stifling. Every touch a spark of electricity. He thrusts his fingers in and out of you, relentlessly working you into another orgasm.
“I-” you shake your head, unable to form a coherent thought when you feel this amazing, boiled down into a pearl of need. You keen.
“Please,” the King of Dreams requests, “come for me,” as he kneels between your thighs. His grip on your leg is hard. He maneuvers your knee open, no longer clinging to him but giving him ever more access to you.
The change in angle when he strokes your velvet walls with his fingers steals your breath.
Fuck.
Your fingers twist into the bedsheets, holding on for dear life. Your body is aflame.
Morpheus overwhelms you.
His larves through your folds, encircling your clit. It’s a suffocating heat that you can’t get enough of. His touch is unlike any other. His fingers forever cool in your warm wet cunt, your skin buzzed where he gripped your leg, keeping your leg open. The inherent temperature play was delicious.
When he drags his tongue over your clit, fingers stretching your pussy, it becomes too much. Your vision implodes into white nothingness.
You tremble, letting the crashing wave of pleasure drag you under.
“oOHh,” you arch your back off the bed. You tremble as Morpheus continues to work you through your orgasm.
His fingers continue to stroke your walls as your pussy pulsates.
Morpheus leans forward, trailing kisses over your abdomen as you tremble under him.
You let the pleasure course through you, nothing more than a conduit.
He curls his body over yours, meeting your lips with a deep passionate kiss. You taste yourself on his mouth, whimpering when Morpheus pads his thumb over your clit, his fingers curling inside of you.
“aA-” Coherent thoughts are beyond you, let alone speak.
He drags your lip between his teeth.
“Sh,” he soothes against your lips, “you still need to take my cock.”
His words don’t even register.
When he stands, pulling his shirt over his head, an action so mundane it catches you off guard every time you fuck in the Waking World where he can’t pull dream tricks, your legs collapse. Thighs trembling, your legs dangle off the edge of the bed.
Through half lidded eyes, barely able to make sense of anything, you watch Morpheus undo his jeans.
Your skin remains feverishly warm.
“I can’t,” you whine, catching your breath while you watch him pump his cock with his hand.
“You will,” Morpheus states, his voice like the crackling of firewood. He caresses your cheek with the back of his hand. You sigh at his cool touch.
Then he slips his fingers into your mouth.
You lick your juices, swirling your tongue over his digits. You suck at his fingers lazily, staring into his clear eyes. Morpheus had such lovely eyes with thick lashes, his pupils blown wide with lust.
“You are exquisite.”
He rolls his hips against yours. You feel his hard cock against your core. You quiver. Overly sensitive, you were an exposed nerve.
Morpheus rubs his cockhead against your entrance, “Look at you,” he groans, taking his fingers from your mouth so he can hear you moan for him, as over sensitive as you are, “I could not have created a better dream.” His touch is sweet relief against your hot skin. “Will you take my cock?” He squeezes your breast.
A tremor runs down your spine.
His ministrations keep you intoxicated with your own pleasure. Even your orgasm had only been temporary relief when he kept stimulating you with a gentle passion: a velvet noose.
“Use your words my love.” Smugness laces his tone.
You whine, biting your bottom lip when his cock nudges against your entrance. It’s all you can do.
Morpheus tweaks your pebbled nipple. “Answer me,” he growls.
“Yea-,” you nod, unable to finish the thought.
It’s all he needs.
The King of Dreams sheaths himself inside you.
You moan, “oOH god,” his cock stretching your pussy deliciously. Having him inside you, his cock twitching as he leans his head back exposing the pale expanse of his neck looking like a living breathing Canova sculpture, pushes you over the brink of another orgasm. Your mind blanks.
It’s just Morpheus: in you, above you, nothing else matters.
Breathily, he notes, “I’m not a god.”
Your toes are curled, you arch further into him, mindless with pleasure. Your cunt flutters around his cock, gripping him tightly as you come.
He fucks into you, his pace hard as always. The extent of his desire for you was on full display when he took you. It wasn’t enough to just fuck you. He had to make you come undone for him; seeing you fucked stupid because of him; knowing it was his touch that left you breathless; that the sight of you nude and tears leaking from your eyes as he thrust into you was for him alone.
You gleamed with sweat, shining brighter than any jewel.
Morpheus drives his hips against yours, bending over your body.
He trails open mouthed kisses over your collarbones.
His cock fills you up, leaving you gasping.
You can’t think.
The pleasure hurts. Your pussy throbs with scorching heat as he drives into you.
Morpheus winds his fingers into your hair, yanking your head back against your bed. He licks a stripe up the column of your neck.
“Ah,” fuck, you moan. Morpheus.
You writhe under him, lost in a haze.
That’s fine with him.
“No clever words,” he utters hoarsely, fingers digging into your scalp. “Have I rendered you speechless?” The Dream Lord savors the words, taking his time on slow deep thrusts. He almost pulls out entirely before pushing in once more.
“You take my cock so well,” he whispers against the crook of your neck, nuzzling you.
Morpheus buries himself inside you, clutching you against him, his hands imprinting themselves into your sides.
He comes inside you.
Hot cum fills your cunt. His orgasmic fever is contagious; he drags you along with him.
You quiver, spent.
Your body sinks into the mattress.
You can’t move, let alone think. You're heavy and hot. Tears continue to stream from your eyes.
Morpheus soothes you, “rest my love.” An attentive lover, he slides his hand under your back and gently settles you further on the bed so your legs no longer dangle limply.
You curl into him, burying your face against his chest.
You’re still trembling.
He rubs your back, “you were so good for me,” he kisses your temple, “rest.”
Dream of the Endless leaves his responsibilities on hold to lay with you.
You give into the the exhaustion lulling you to sleep.
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synthetickitsune · 1 year
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if ur writing cute soohyuk ones pls consider one where reader is obsessed with some feature of his (ahem hands) or even the other way round w him being obsessed with some feature of her 😁🫶
The fact that I paused working on the fic I'm writing purely for myself to write this tells you a lot about how much I love Soohyuk's hands... 🫠
Lee Soohyuk | Adoration fluff (a lil' suggestive towards the end) | 0.8k
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He’s still asleep. Not a rare occurrence, but a welcomed one nonetheless. Maybe it’s the spring in the air, maybe it’s the soft morning light, or perhaps you’re just in love. Whatever’s the case, you can’t help but wonder. He looks so relaxed in his sleep, all the stress and schedules weighing down on him forgotten. He’s always beautiful, but right now you can’t get enough. 
Your eyes fall lower, away from his face to his hand that lays outstretched on the covers, as if reaching for you. You check again quickly that he’s still asleep. Getting teased is not on the list of things you look forward to in the morning. Then you reach for him too. 
Carefully and gently you brush your fingertips across the back of his hand. Some of his veins rise like ridges, making a perfect texture to trace. You’ve always loved Soohyuk’s hands. It’s hard not to stare whenever he grips the steering wheel, when he’s just holding a mug of his morning coffee, or even when he’s covering your hand with his. Even harder is not to openly and shamelessly whine when his hand grips your thigh under the table.
“What are you doing?” comes his voice, more a rumble than speech, low and quiet. His eyes remain closed, only his lips pout when you retract your hand. “Nothing.”
“It felt too nice for a nothing,” he fights back a yawn and finally his dark eyes meet yours. You return the smile he gives you, and as always you give in.
Your gaze follows the movement of your hand just so you don’t have to look at him, but you know he watches your hand too. He chuckles when you resume your actions. After a moment, he takes your hand in his, your fingers easily sliding between his. He pulls your hand to his lips, kissing the back of it, and his touch is so warm. It’s so simple. It’s so ordinary. And yet something flutters in your belly.
He lies your hands back between you, letting go only to prompt you to continue. And so you do - you caress his hand, from his fingertips to his wrist and back. Then, tracing his veins like roads on a map, you venture your touch further up his forearm. All the while you’re aware of his eyes on you, of the tender smile on his lips.
“How did I deserve all this attention?” he asks, and there’s no hint of teasing. Maybe the morning made him lazy and starving for touch too.
“You always have my full attention.”
“Uh-huh, that’s why you’re ogling the guys on tv all the time.”
“I just like the characters, Soohyuk,” you roll your eyes but the smile stays on your lips, “And you’re jealous even if it’s your character.”
“Maybe,” he whispers. You huff quietly and let your hand rest over his, your fingers again instinctively intertwining with his.
“I just like your hands.”
“You seem to like them a lot,” again, no teasing. Soohyuk’s voice is so warm. His thumb raises up to caress the side of your hand. 
“More than a lot,” you admit. You raise your eyes, see him watching you with a lazy smile on his lips. It’s like he can look into your soul. You’d believe that. And as you watch him watching you, you wonder and you doubt-
“Don’t,” he whispers, but not unkindly, “I love you.”
It’s so easy to repeat the words with just as much honesty.
“Want to hear my favorite thing?” he slides his hand from underneath yours and towards you, and you let it curl around your waist and pull you closer to him. A nod is enough of an answer.
“Your back,” he says and as he does so, his hand follows the dip of your spine. You laugh, shaking your head.
“Don’t laugh,” he chides, “It’s hot.”
“My back is hot?” you raise a brow at him. He pulls himself even closer, his lips now brushing against yours but he doesn’t allow you the luxury of a kiss.
“Well, you think my hands are hot too,” he waits for your guilty confirmation before he continues, “And I think it’s hot when I see your naked back.” He finally lets your lips meet, if only for a second.
“Right after a shower, when I know you can still feel me inside you,” he whispers before another too-short kiss. It takes his soft shushing you to stop you before you can whine. “With your hair still wet and dripping down your back.”
Your body is flush against his, searing hot under the covers. His lips keep pressing against yours, his tongue only teasing your lips before he pulls away.
“That’s when I know you’re all mine,” he continues, “And then you put on my shirt and I’m gone.”
Finally. Finally he pushes you onto your back and covers your body with his. His lips finally stay glued to yours, kissing you breathless and senseless. Your hands rake through his hair, and you close your eyes and entrust all that you are to him.
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sublimecatgalaxy · 2 years
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Teen dad eddie??
Love love love love love love love love this. Not completely proofread cuz I've got a killer migraine :)
This is four times in Eddies dad-hood that I just think are staple moments.
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"H-holy shit, she looks like a little alien!" Eddie gasps beside me, looking at the small child in my arms as the nurses work to clean her up carefully. I'm out of breath and my whole body hurts at this point but there's an overall sense of relief that fills the room now that she's finally out and safe.
"Eddie! She's your daughter!"
"And I'm sure I looked like an alien too." He giggles, reaching down to rest his hand on my sweaty forehead, leaning down to capture my lips in a small kiss. "She's a cute alien." He whispers and tilts his head to look at her, our baby scrunching her nose cutely.
"How you feeling momma?" The doctor asks me with a soft smile, looking between me and the baby and then to Eddie.
"Hanging in there, still can't feel half of my body so I'm feeling pretty good." I snort, taking a deep breath in and brushing my thumb over the infant's forehead.
"What are you doing to name her?" At the nurses question, I look up to Eddie for support, knowing how excited he was to have the final say between a few names. He was more than excited for our first child, though an accident, to be a girl.
Giving him a final nod, he grins proudly before turning to the nurse who holds the birth certificate in her hands.
"Beth." Looking down at her, I can see how she'd be a Beth and I can picture years down the line, a head of hair like Eddie's and gleaming, bright eyes. It's a perfect name.
"Like the Kiss song?" The nurse asks with a laugh, the other doctors and nurses sharing a similar look and a chuckle.
"That's the one."
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"Are you sure this is safe- what if she falls?" Eddie asks, holding Beth tightly to his chest as she stumbles on her chubby legs. We've been trying- well, I've been trying- to get her to take her few steps for a few days now but she seems to want nothing to do with walking unless her dad is there to watch her every move.
"Eddie, she has to learn how to walk. We've gotta just give her a little space and she if she does it." I smile, reaching forward to take Beth in my arms before scooting a bit away from him. He bites anxiously at his lip, watching my every move and holding back a cringed smile when I stand Beth on her feet facing him.
She wobbles a bit but eventually gains her stability, turning her head to look back at me as some curls fall into her line of sight. I just brush them away and give her a big smile, pointing past her to Eddie.
"Go to dada, okay? He's got you." I whisper, catching the soft smile that spreads across Eddie's lips. He holds his hands out to her, loving the giggle that escapes her and she takes a tentative step forward.
Eddie and I seem to hold our breath as she sets her foot down, Eddie's eyes widening as she continues to keep her balance, picking up her other foot to take another step. I cheer quietly to myself, not wanting to spook her out of her journey but to see her finally take a step, especially with the both of us here- it's huge.
By the time she gets into Eddie's arms, he's squealing, scooping her up in his strong arms and bopping her gently.
"Yay baby!"
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"Eddie, seriously, we haven't had a proper date night together since Beth was born. She'll be more than okay- look!" I point out the car window at the porch where Wayne stands with Beth in his arms, bopping her up with a huge smile on both of their faces.
As Eddie pulls away from the trailer, I can see the anxiety on his face so I just reach over, placing my hand on his thigh with a soft smile.
"I promise you. We're gonna go out and have fun and by the time we come home, she'll be sound asleep." He nods slowly, not completely believing me but he seems to relax a bit under my touch. "Plus, I'll make it worth your while." My fingers linger a bit on his thigh and he brakes a little too violently at the red light above us before turning to look at me, suddenly breathless.
I'd be stupid to ignore the way he's been looking at me in my dress and I'd be even more stupid to ignore the fact that I've been thirsting over him since we hit the six week postpartum stage. But he's been so careful, not wanting to hurt me.
"Oh really?" He asks with a deadpanned look, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel nervously. His brown eyes flicker back and forth between mine as I smirk devilishly. "Stop looking at me like that, Beth does not need a sibling right now." I know that it's meant as a joke but his tone couldn't be further from joking. His jaw grits as his eyes return to the road, ignoring the way my dress moves against my thighs as my body turns to him.
"It wouldn't be right now, it would be in nine months, Eds." I reach over to slip my hand around his shoulders, playing with the short curls on the back of his neck. He shivers under my touch and tries to shoo me away but I hold my ground.
"Stop trying to seduce me." He laughs breathlessly, shifting in his seat as he sends me a desperate look. "It won't work, I'm stronger than that."
He was indeed not stronger than that.
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"Oh, are you her siblings?" The teacher looks between Eddie and I and then down to Beth who grins up at the older lady. My stomach drops at the question, not expecting the weirdest one to be the first one asked right off the bat.
After sharing an exasperated look with Eddie, I sigh. "N-No we're her parents." The woman pales and swallows violently before faking a smile and nodding her head.
"That's nice- alright, well, she'll be out at two today and we'll call you if we have any issues." She takes the intake papers from me with skeptical eyes, looking back and forth between Eddie and I as we kneel down to Beth's level.
"You behave alright baby?" I fix her hair and straighter her dress as Eddie sighs sadly next to me. This was harder on him than it was on anyone else and he's been dreading this day. But with our work schedules getting more busy with the need for more money to afford having a toddler, we had no choice but to find a good school for her to go and spend time at.
"Okay, mama." She smiles, reaching out to wrap her arms around my neck in a tight squeeze. "Watch dada." She whispers and a bright smile takes over my face and I look to Eddie who just smiles sadly. That was her thing, to tell me to 'watch' Eddie as if he needs to be watched- as if he was a kid like her.
"She'll keep an eye on me, bug. Don't you worry." Eddie quickly steals Beth away from me and scoops her up into his arms, a loud giggle leaving her. "Dada loves you." He whispers, his bittersweet gaze never leaving mine as he clings to his little girl.
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itoshi-s · 1 year
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Ive been rewriting 4th rabbit hole so much and tho i hate sending short ideas but i found this and am obsessed with it,, a cute plushie of rin is your only companion while hes away and tho it will never compare the thought of it is euphoric, giving u enough dopamine to be satiated but the real one wont be so latient with the obv disrespect -🐇 (ps what if u strap it with ur fave dildo... imma shut up now before this gets out of hand)
UWAAAAAAH NONNIEEEEE </3 please this has been livin in my head rent free...... the disreSPECT AKJHFAOIS
cw stepcest /sorry i cannot help myself akfhsalfksa this goes into the i&i au i guess
you're just too needy, all too desperate for your own good :( and it's not even your fault, rin had it coming for him tbh as soon as he got you that silly little plushie - mainly as a joke, because you teased him abt it ever since he told u the news that it's in the making - and started spraying it w his cologne every time he had to leave you for a few days. rin's rules are clear, and usually not all that hard to follow - you're not to touch yourself, at least not without his permission. you don't have much problems following through with it - not until rin leaves for a few away games in a row, and you just happen to hit a slump w all your university work.
you're all too hormonal w your ovulation coming up, too, and you just need to unwind. you're always on your best behavior, it won't hurt to abide the book for once, right? but your toys are locked in the pretty little leather case that only rin knows the code for, and your fingers just don't feel as good as your nii-chans anymore. you try to hit all the spots that would make your toes curl, but it seems like he's the only one who can do that by this point :( finally, you try to hump your pillow - well, rin's to be exact, cause it smells just like him, woody and citrusy - but it's just a tad too big, brings your legs in a weird spread that feels more uncomfy than anything else. you roll onto your back, frustration collecting along your lashline in crystalline tears, and just then you feel something dig into your lower back. reaching down, you pull the silly little plushie from under your body - and hold it up in both hands, eyes slowly widening in embarrassment upon your very own thoughts that pop up in that head of yours. it's silly, you know that, and you're not quite sure how you even got that idea in the first place - but next thing you know, the toy is already snug between your trembling thighs as you grind down on it. the embroidery feels a bit rough, just enough to help the familiar sensation build deep in your tummy, and you’re coming all over the soft plush within minutes. once the realization hits, you truly do want the earth to swallow you whole — cause it really is embarrassing, in a way, how you couldn’t even stop yourself and used the innocent sweet gift from your lovely nii san for such lewd thing. but it feels good, better than the pillows or your lithe fingers; and it smells just like rin, thanks to the generous spritz of his cologne. it helps you out numerous times during your lonely stay at rin’s paris penthouse — and you figure out you might need to treat it just like the usual, proper sex toy, and give it a proper wash. that’s where rin finds you when he comes back home — worn out and exhausted from the games and long ass flight, tugging the suitcase behind him. you don’t really hear him until he’s stood in the doorway in your laundry room, leaning against the frame. ‘hi, baby,’ he hums and startles you enough to make you jolt. your face heats up, right up to the very tips of your ears, and you grip the plush toy close to your chest- as if to hide it away. ‘nii chan- you-you’re back,’ you sound a little funny, rin thinks, and it’s what peaks his interest. you turn around, the stuffed toy in hand still, and he wouldn’t think anything of it at all if it wasn’t for your wide eyes. as if you were caught in the act — of what? he chuckles a bit and furrows his brows, cocks his head to the side slightly, ‘what’s with the look?’ rin muses, reaching a hand out to grab at your own - or maybe at the plush toy. you’re not too sure, and it makes you breathe nervously. ‘missed me much? i knew you’d like it.’ he knows something is up when you pull your hands away and give a nervous laugh <//333 and so, he fixes you a puzzled glance, cogs in his head turning as he watches you shake your head, ‘y-yeah. i- it got dirty though, spilled somethin-‘ you start to blabber and stumble over your words, and as he reaches to grab at the toy - just for the fun of it and to test you out - you quickly reach behind yourself and throw it back into the washing machine. and because he knows you all too well, each and every look of yours engraved in his mind, it clicks !!!!!! and it leaves him speechless 😭 for a second, rin’s eyes widen and he wants to laugh - he’s so amused, by the way you fidget in your spot and give him the widest eyes, embarrassed to a fault - until he realizes that no matter how cute and silly this might’ve been, you weren’t exactly good this time around. he struggles to bite back a chuckle, shaking his head a bit as he pinches the bridge of his nose. ‘you’re unbelievable, baby.’ he sighs - and as humored as he sounds, you know rin nii already. the real deal is always better. and he’s about to prove that <3
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maybankxw · 2 years
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BOOB PLAY W JJ MAYHAPS!?!? 🙏🏽
𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐠𝐞
pairing: jj maybank x fem!reader
warnings: mature content ahead! [boob play; teasing; ] minors dni!!!
summary:  ‘you tease me, baby, i tease you, it is as simple as that’
a/n: thanks for requesting! enjoy!
links: masterlist / taglist / ask box
any feedback (comments, reblogs, anon asks) would be appreciated!
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“Stop walking naked around the house!” JJ protested, sprawling on the bed, sipping fresh lemonade, bubbles popping in the glass, his gaze following me from one corner to another.
“No,” I said firmly, pawing through my drawer to get a pair of clean panties, drops of water still scattered down my back and my thighs, even though I dried my skin with a towel.
I heard the bed squeak, footsteps approaching me from behind, a smile tugged on my face. I loved teasing him like that, walking out of the shower without any clothes on, knowing damn well what’s gonna follow. 
I dragged my underwear on, feeling the heat of his body meeting mine, “What a tease you are,” his deep rasp lingered over my ear, making me shiver, I blamed that on the wind blowing from the window, “You tease me baby, I tease you, it is as simple as that.”
Arms wrapped around me from behind, lifting me off the ground, I wheezed and laughed, kicking my feet, trying to break free, “Put me down!”
When he finally lowered me onto the bed, I managed to take a breath and calm myself down, “What are you doing?” I frowned, stifling a laugh. “Gonna play with you,” he straddled me, knees on each side of my body, face hovering above mine, “Watch you struggle,” a smug smirk curled on his lips, “Listen to your pretty little cries.”
I gasped, anticipation slithered through me, thumb touched my lower lip and involuntary my lips parted, ready to get him in my mouth. Firm palm closed around my throat and slid down to my chest, veering to my left boob, squeezing the yielding flesh, “JJ—“
His gaze fell down to watch his movements, “Made for me,” he whispered, leisurely palming my tits, eliciting little breathy moans from me, my back arching off the mattresses as I rubbed my nipples shamelessly against his hands.
He chuckled and his laugh rumbled through my body, clouding my mind. He pushed his hands away, and I cried in an instant at the loss of his touch, aching for more, “I need more,” I whined, grabbing his thighs, scraping the rough material of his shorts, “Please, J—“
Thick fingers pinched my nipples and I moaned, loud, closing my eyes, scratching a path down to his knees, his hiss wrapping around my ragged breaths.
“Look at you now,” he took his time, giving equal attention to both sides. Rough pads landed on my areolae as he rubbed soothing circles, making me squirm and bite my lip, suppressing the moans he so desperately was waiting for.
Our eyes met, I saw a spark in the ocean blue of his, his tongue pressed his cheek from the inside and he grinned, reaching back to grab something. His drink. Fuck me.
“You won’t resist that,” he mocked me, fishing the ice cube from the glass, which was half melted already, but still a decent size to make me scream. Cold probed me, when he touched the swollen bud with the ice, my moan louder than before, my nipple tight and sensitive, throbbing at the sensation he brought me.
“I hate you,” I cried out, digging my nails into the bare skin on his legs, which wasn’t covered by any cloth.
“No you don’t,” he laughed under his breath, snatching another cube, water dripping down my belly, his fingers wet and sticky. He brushed another nipple, I moaned again, clutching the sheets this time, lifting my chest up, panting like there’s no more air left.
My panties became wet, from the melted water and arousal, gathering between my thighs, “JJ, please,” I breathed out, dragging my fingertips over his torso. Heavy palms pinned me down, restraining me, his head dove in, nuzzling my chest, ashy blond strands tickled my chin, I felt the lightest touch of his tongue as he dragged it across my boob, avoiding the spot where I needed him the most, “You’re so cute, when you’re begging,”  he latched his mouth onto me, sucking my breast in, teeth grazing my nipple, his tongue licking and soothing the sensitive bud, “Fuck, I love you,” the words slipped out of me, my fingers tangled in his hair as I pressed him closer. He was smiling against my skin as he kept pushing my boob into his mouth, releasing one of my arms so he could play on my other side.
“I love you too,” he mumbled, voice muffled by my skin. He switched sides, nibbling and kissing me as I let my cries to burst out, “Next time think better, before walking out to me like this, baby,” his mouth left my body and his eyes bore into mine once again, “Because next time,” his lips stroked my ear and a whisper slid over me, “I’ll tie you up and won’t let you touch me, won’t let you make a sound, remember that toy in your nightstand drawer? I’ll use that one as well, and I won’t let you come, until I want it.”
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tiptapricock · 5 months
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I'd like to hear your take on Marc and Layla's dynamic with sex. Especially how things were at the beginning of their relationship, and what they figured between them.
Also: how the does Marc + Layla + Steven work out? Layla has separate relationships with them? Two body threesome? Marc teaches Steven the ropes?? It's pretty unique either as a situation or as an experience.
I’ll do both! Splitting the scenes up a bit. Will say I’m not part of a system myself so takes/descriptions of experiences herein r mainly from research n discussion w friends who are.
(Brief warning for a mild trigger leading to a switch for the first piece.)
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“Shit-” Marc buried his face in the crook of Layla’s neck, feeling her laughter tickle his ear as his hips stuttered into her palm again.
“Feel good?” she murmured.
“Y-yeah.” Marc chuckled slightly, the sound breaking off into a breathless string of sounds as her hand twisted again, callouses sliding along his dick in a tug of heady friction. He curled closer into her, hands twisting in the sheets by her sides, sweaty chest pressing down against hers. He wanted to feel all of this, every bit of heat and plushness and closeness she was offering to him. One of her hands smoothed over his back, nails just barely grazing his skin, and the touch was comforting and tactile.
“Come on, Marc,” she whispered. “Doing so well for me.” He groaned again, bucking into her touch, chasing more. She rewarded him by going faster, and in his building high Marc fumbled to reach between them and join her, curling his fingers against her wet folds and moving to match her speed.
Layla’s breath hitched, a little sound escaping her throat, and as Marc pressed over her clit he felt her grip around his back tighten. There was a harder squeeze on his cock, and then something stung along his shoulder blades. A line of pain. Ecstasy. Unsafe.
The world shifted like a bad slideshow, tipping Marc sideways in a dizzy wave. He tried to keep hold of Layla’s smell, the tickle of her curls, but suddenly he didn’t want to be doing this anymore, didn’t want to be touched.
“Mmhg hold… hold on,” he whispered, quickly removing his hands and pulling back. Layla looked up at him with a twist of confusion, pulling away herself. His thighs were still bracketed around hers, and he felt breathless as he wiped his hand on the sheets, swallowing an odd lump in his throat and trying to understand what just happened.
“You alright?” Layla asked softly.
Yeah, he was, yeah, this was just… His hand moved to rub over his shoulder, feeling the welt of Layla’s nails, an ache that makes his chest tight. But he didn’t—this should have been fine. They’d done this plenty of times, he knew, he just—
“Marc?”
Oh. Oh that… Shit. He wasn’t Marc anymore, was he?
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(For this second one I will add the note that it’s gonna vary a lot. My main vibe is that Layla’s relationship with both Steven and Marc is romantic/sexual. She’s with the system as a whole, but there’s different levels of relationship and definition within that. It’s probably a mix of different things depending on the time, brain space, etc. so here’s just one case)
“Oh, wow.”
“Too much?”
“No, no!” Steven swallowed, licking his lips. “It’s just a bit to get used to, I guess.”
Layla smiled down at him, adjusting her position slightly, and Steven gasped as the strap shifted inside of him.
“I’ll go slow,” she said, “just let me know if there’s any discomfort or you want me to stop, ok?”
“Ok,” he said, the words blustering out of him.
Layla smiled at him and ducked down to leave a peck on his lips before she began a slow thrust, the lube helping the odd slide. Steven sighed and closed his eyes, tipping his head back against the sheets as she settled into a gentle rocking. The oddness quickly changed to a sore warmth, and he reminded himself to relax, taking a deep breath and making sure he wasn’t tight anywhere he shouldn’t be. Layla’s hands smoothed over his chest, and he felt the brush of lips on his neck for a moment before she pulled back again. He whined slightly. He liked that. He liked this. Layla pressed in again, deeper, and it felt better. It felt good.
Marc was present, too, vaguely, hovering just close enough to feel the heat tingling through their stomach and the press of Layla’s hips when she bottomed out. Steven was trying hard not to sink into the stability of another presence, to pull him closer, but he wasn’t sure how well he was doing with that. He liked having sex with Layla, but he was still getting used to it feeling like his place to be there for it.
There was a soft sound from above them, and Steven cracked his eyes open, a zing of pleasure melting through his core at the sight of Layla staring down at them, a glow of sweat building over her breasts and cheeks, her eyes bright.
Them. Oh.
Marc reached down hesitantly to hold her waist, thumbs running over the straps of the harness and down to her thighs. Steven gasped and pushed a hand back to cup her ass and squeeze her closer when she hit something inside. Something bright and throat-catching. There was an answering ping of familiar pleasure against his neck, one of recognition and expectation.
“Please,” they murmur, a rasp on their tongue. “More.”
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All I See is Your Heart
Warnings: 18+, fluff, allusions to sex
Synopsis: That's not detangler
Pairings: Forged in Hellfire
Song: In My Eyes by The Afters
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"Uh, hey babe?" Eddie calls from the ensuite bathroom of her room.
"Yeah? What's up- Wh-what's going on with your hair?" Mika laughs when he comes into view, his curly hair proofed to about 3 times it's normal poofy-ness.
"I have no idea!" He whines, ring adorned fingers trying to pull and flatten it down, "I don't know what happened!"
She gets up and wraps a few locks around her finger. Her eyebrows furrow and she brings it to her nose, it smells familiar.
"Eddie?" She looks at his upset eyes, "What were you doing in there?"
"Trying to brush my hair. I used some of your detangling spray because I was having a hard time getting the brush through-"
"W-wait. What detangling spray?"
He looks at her confused, jutting his thumb towards the bathroom.
"The... the one on the counter? It's white and blue and kinda smells like... like bananas...?" He trails off when she shakes her head, "No?"
"No," she stifles another laugh, when his mouth forms a small 'o'.
"Then what did I-?"
"Sea Salt spray," she giggles, "I use it to give my hair volume and waves."
"Well shit."
She can't stop laughing when he groans, her hands fluffing his frizzy curls, "You look so cute like this!"
"Stoooop!" He whines, pressing as much of his hair down as he can.
"Aw, I'm sorry," she coos, "Maybe next time you'll read the bottle?"
"Mikaaa!" He cries, "Can you fix it?"
"Uh..." She examines his hair, "I... don't know."
"Can you try?" He looks at her with the biggest doe eyes she's ever seen.
"Yeah, come with me," she snags her finger in one of his belt loops, pulling him back into the bathroom.
She goes to lean his head over the tub but he stops her.
"Y'know, if you wanted to see me shirtless," he pulls the fabric over his head, "You could've just asked. No need to trick me with hair sprays."
"Y'know if wanted to get me wet," She shoots back playfully, motioning at the tub, "You didn't have to spray random shit in your hair."
He looks at her with wide eyes and a small smile, "If I didn't look like a god damn poodle right now, I'd make you eat those words."
"Promises, Promises," she teases, pressing her lips to his. She gets an idea and laughs, "Wait!"
"What?" He watches her rummage through a drawer before turning back to him and pointing at the toilet.
"Sit," she commands and he does, resting his elbows on his knees.
She runs into her room and comes back with a stick of eyeliner and her Polaroid.
"Uh... w-what are we doing?" He sits up nervously.
"Just hold still."
She kneels between his legs, fingers holding his chin towards her, uncapping the eyeliner with her teeth. His cheeks heat up as he watches her study his face.
She hums to herself before running the makeup across his skin.
"Uh... Mika?" He mutters after a minute, "What're you doing there?"
"Face. Still," she says, "Do you remember how I tried to convince Ellens to put on Cats?"
"Yes...?" She'd worked for hours to get the makeup right, and it dawns on him what she's doing, "Mika No!"
"I've already started!" She whines when he tries to move, "Please? Your hair looks like a pretty lion's mane and I couldn't help myself."
His cheeks go from pink to crimson and he let's her pull him back down on the toilet lid, "You're too good with that mouth."
"I'd say you have no idea," she teases, nuzzling her face into his inner thigh, close to his crotch, looking up at him through her lashes, "But I think out of all people, you do."
He groans, "Little she-devil... fine!"
She leans up and kisses him quickly before going back to his feline-esque transformation.
"Oh my god you look so cute!" She gushes, painting on the final touches.
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"Yeah, sure I do," he looks anywhere but her excited eyes.
"Picture time!" She snatches the camera from the counter and points it at him, "C'mon! Look at me!"
He looks at the camera in her hands, looking completely unimpressed, eyes blinking rapidly when he's blinded by the flash.
"Are we done now?"
"No!" She pouts, shaking the freshly printed photo, "I want a good picture of you."
He glares at her for a moment before rolling his eyes, "Alright, how do you want me?"
"Tied to the bed, but for now if you could give me a little rawr?"
He chokes on spit before bursting into a laugh, frizzy curls shaking.
She takes another picture.
For the third picture he holds his hands up like claws and bares his teeth to the lenses, hair perfectly framing his face.
"I love it baby," she's a giggling mess which pulls giggles from him until they're leaning on each other for support.
"Alright," she gasps, kissing whatever skin she can reach, "Let's wash your face, and see if we can't get this crap out of your hair, yeah?"
"Yeah, okay."
He basically purrs as she works shampoo into his hair, trying to push his head closer to her hands.
"Hold still baby boy," she murmurs, scratching his scalp, "Lemme take care of you."
"I fucking love you," he groans. He feels all warm and soft as she washes his hair, "Can we do this again?"
"En-biggen your hair?" She asks, "Or do a spa day?"
She yelps and giggles when he pinches her thigh.
"Okay, okay," she laughs, "We'll schedule some more spa days.... we can do our hair and nails, maybe some face masks and makeup, listen to some girly tunes and watch some trashy reality tv."
"And cuddle?"
"And cuddle."
"And kiss?"
"You can have all the kisses you want, love."
"I dunno if you're capable of that many kisses," he teases.
"Mmm, I guess we won't know unless I try," she leans him back into the tub, running warm water through his soapy hair. When all the soap is gone, he straightens up and she kisses him, once, twice, a third time.
"More," he sighs, making her smile.
"Conditioner first," she holds up a bottle and he melts back into her hands.
By the end of his impromptu salon treatment, his hair is nearly back to its normal volume and smells like raspberry-rose.
"I like smelling like you," he hums against her neck, snuggling up to her.
Neverending Story is playing on the tv as her fingers trace one of his tattoos. They're both on the verge of dozing off.
"I like when you smell like me too."
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ohbaby-obeyme · 3 years
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open invitation to tape a bullet vibe to my clit, sit back, and enjoy the show. watch me writhe and buck and scream, until i completely wear myself out and i’m just a whimpering shuddering mess.
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ptergwen · 3 years
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If you do smut can you do like stark!reader x peter parker (spiderman) are dating 3-4 month and y/n and peter had their very fluff first time then next morning y/n has hickies all over her neck and her thights stomach... and tony/ her dad sees it and is confronting them with it😂 i love your stories 🤤
just saying hi
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w/c: 2.5k
warnings: veryyyy suggestive, swearing, some pretty embarrassing moments
a/n: thank you babe! i didn’t write the actual smut but y’all can guess what happened 😭 also this is super long i couldn’t help myself
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it was everything. it was everything you ever wanted your first time to be and more.
you’d brought up to peter during a make out session one night that you were ready to go farther than you two already have. there was one base you didn’t hit yet. the fourth, the final. you were thinking about it for a while before that, and peter would be lying if he said he didn’t.
your love has always been physical, whether it’s you kissing peter’s cuts after a mission or him tracing hearts on you with his fingers. there’s also the more sexual side of things. that part, you both enjoy just as much, maybe even a little more because you know exactly how to make each other feel good after all the trial and error.
what better way to combine the two than, well, making love?
last night was your sign from the universe, your go ahead to do it. you had the compound to yourselves because your dad had taken all the “big kids” out for the night. you’re both well into college, but he refuses to see you as adults. that meant no peter and no you. you two were a little offended until you realized you could make use of your alone time.
you started off searching for a movie. that turned into you wrestling peter for the remote because you didn’t feel like watching back to the furure yet again. wrestling turned into you on top of him, which turned into you kissing him, which turned into peter throwing the remote somewhere and carrying you up to your room with his lips still on yours.
neither of you had to say it. you were on the same page, same wavelength, two brains in one as peter layed you down and trailed his kisses lower and lower.
peter was so gentle with you, except for when you told him not to be. those were the times he didn’t hold back. he was attentive and sweet and showed you quite a few times how much he loves you. you showed him just the same. yeah, it was really everything.
“morning, baby. you awake yet?” peter hums against the shell of your ear, arms wound comfortably around you. “kinda,” you mumble back with a goofy smile. he presses his lips to your ear and nuzzles his face in the side of your neck. “kinda... how’d you sleep?” you can hear the grin in his voice. his nose nudges your bare skin where a fresh hickey lies and makes you scrunch your own up.
“good, really good. always love sleeping with you.” you’re both aware of the alternate meaning that has now. “funny,” peter lets out a breathy laugh against you and brushes his thumb over your stomach where your shirt got ridden up. you sigh, enjoying his soft touch and reaching behind you to play with his curls. they’re a lot messier than usual from you tugging on them all last night.
peter removes his face from your neck and carefully turns you onto your other side. you’re facing him now, eyes trained on his concerned expression. “hey, just wanna check. how are you feeling? still sore?” a tiny smile stretches your face. he really does care about you and how you feel after everything. you know for a fact most other guys wouldn’t.
“i mean, yeah. you were... it was a lot, but i’ll be fine in a few days i think.” the mention of peter being a lot makes color rush to his face. you laugh quietly at that, cupping one of his cheeks that’s turning pink. “oh. i, um, i didn’t know that. sorry.” he smiles shyly as you smooth your thumb over his warm skin. “don’t be. it wasn’t as bad after i... adjusted a little,” you reassure him, making him lean into your palm.
“i really am sorry, y/n/n. can i make it up to you?” peter checks with you, eyes going up from yours to down your body. he hooks a finger in the waistband of your pajama shorts. “make you feel better?” the way he finishes his question with a bite of his lip is definitely tempting. so is your stomach yelling at you to put some food in it. you’ll have to wait.
“later. right now, you can make me breakfast,” you beam at him and take his hand. peter pushes his palm against yours, letting you lace your fingers together as he puffs some air out of his cheeks. “yeah, that’s gonna go well.” “i’m supervising. it will.” you capture his lips in a kiss, one he instantly reciprocates, free hand resting on your hip. just as it’s heating up, you break it.
“i’m hungry for actual food,” you giggle and roll out of his embrace. “ok, ok, ok. let’s go see what we have,” peter gives in with a chuckle, grabbing the same hand he was just holding and following you down to the kitchen.
he ends up popping some frozen waffles into the toaster, you sitting up on the counter with your phone out while he struggles through the different settings. “should i put it on bake? no, that doesn’t sound right,” he talks to himself with eyes squinted in concentration. “your dad made this thing so... detailed.” it’s an old stark industries toaster, one with options you probably don’t even need.
“yeah because he loves his toast, so maybe don’t break it. he’ll kill you or something,” you half playfully half seriously suggest. peter is one clumsy guy. he tsks at you and crouches down to read the words on the dial. there’s conveniently a setting for waffles, so he hits that one. he’s not sure how he hadn’t noticed it before.
since he’s down there, he takes one of your ankles in both hands and starts to kiss up your leg. it tickles when he gets to your knee, drawing a giggle out of you, but your phone still blocks his face. you’re doing it on purpose. “baby,” peter tries to get your attention in a soft voice. he presses a couple more kisses to your knee. you have to hold your breath so you don’t laugh again.
“baby girllll,” peter drags out, lips moving up your thigh. he nudges your phone with his nose much like a puppy would. “aye, i’m talkin’ to you here,” he says in a fake new york accent. you finally put it down next to you. “i’m listening.” you’re giving him a satisfied smile as he goes back to kissing you.
“just saying hi,” he looks up at you and moves your shorts aside while he kisses further and further to where you want. you scoot closer to him on the counter.
that’s when he stops. not only stops, gasps in horror. “what?” you ask quickly, his eyes fixed on your inner thighs. “i kind of, uh, marked you up. like, a lot.” he runs a finger gently over the bruised skin. you’re suddenly very aware of it now. it doesn’t exactly hurt, just feels bumpy and weird. you peer down at yourself to see the damage, eyes going wide.
“shit... they’re on my neck, too,” you remember, murmuring to him. you’ll have to cover these up before everyone gets home. worry flashes across peter’s face. “oh my god, i didn’t even realize. it- it was dark and you told me-“ “pete, it’s okay. it’s pretty hot,” you stop his rambling, reaching down and putting a hand on his shoulder. he frowns up at you.
“really? are you sure i didn’t go too far? because you can tell me.” you’ve always appreciated how much peter genuienly values your thoughts on things, in the bedroom and in other parts of your relationship. it does lead to a lot of second guessing, though. you squeeze his shoulder and let out a breath. “i’m sure, okay? it’s really not that serious. i’ll just change so no one can see.”
peter winds an arm around one of your legs, body relaxing ever so slightly under your touch. “okay.” he gives your thigh one final kiss, then rests his chin on it. “what about your neck?” “uh...” you hadn’t considered that yet. “makeup? a scarf?” you’ve seen enough tv to know neither of those work, but they’re your only options.
“yup. mr. stark is really gonna kill me now,” peter says under his breath, tensing up all over again. you furrow your eyebrows at him. “what? we’re literally grown adults, we can do whatever we want-“
tony claps loudly as he steps into the kitchen, announcing his return home. peter jumps up from between your legs faster than fast. he moves so he’s next to you, and you hop down from the counter.
“hello, daughter of mine. spider of man,” your dad greets you two, you pulling down your shorts with a plastered on smile. “or would it be man of spider?” he plucks an apple from the bowl on the table as he ponders his question. steve and wanda file into the room next. “second one,” peter replies, grinning a little too much to be normal. tony takes note of that.
wanda comes over to the fridge for a snack, which is close to where you and peter are. “how was last night?” you ask her to take the attention off you two. wanda settles on a yogurt and turns to you. “it was good. we shared a few hotel rooms, had our own party.” she glances over at peter, a knowing smirk playing on her lips. “seems like you two had a fun night of your own.”
peter’s mouth drops open. “how did you-“ he forgot she could read his mind and now knows everything that happened. you slap a hand over your forehead. “you couldn’t think about anything else? for, like, a minute?” you whisper yell at him. he uses his eyes to plead with you. “i’m sorry! i was looking at the hickeys-“ he realizes what he’s saying. “crap.”
shooting you a wink, wanda shuts the fridge and goes to join the rest of the team in the living room. lucky for you and peter, steve started lecturing tony about washing his fruit before he eats it. he didn’t hear any of that. there’s still the problem of your visible hickeys that you have zero seconds to hide.
“how the fuck am i supposed to cover these? they’re right in the center, peter!” you panic, your heart starting to race as peter fumbles for a dish towel. that’s the best he could come up with? “no!” you toss it back at him. he throws it on the counter with a pained look. tony and steve make their way over to you.
“oh, hush. a couple of deadly pesticides won’t shake me, stevey boy,” tony insists and takes another big bite of his apple. steve huffs in disapproval and crosses his arms. “you’re a big baby, tony. if you’re not gonna do the right thing, at least buy organic-“ with the world’s longest sigh, tony chucks his apple into the open garbage can.
“there. no more apple discourse.” steve shakes his head at your dad’s behavior. “that was a waste. you could’ve finished it.” “not with your nagging into my literal ear.” steve raises his hands in surrender before making his way out of the kitchen. tony side steps past him and over to you. “enough of that now. let’s have a welcome home hug from my girl.”
you share a look with peter, a look of pure fear that’s in both of your eyes. he’ll definitely notice the hickeys if he gets that close to you. he holds out his arms expectantly while peter scratches the back of his own neck. “sure, dad. welcome home.” an awkward smile on your lips, you bury your face in your dad’s chest and wrap your arms around him in one motion. this way, he didn’t have time to see you from too close up.
peter exhales in relief at the narrowly avoided disaster. that’s until tony makes a request. “missed me that much, kiddo, huh? come out of there.” “but, i’m so comfortable. i wanna stay like this,” you insist, a niceness to your voice tony immediately sees through. he drops his arms from around you, eyeing peter suspiciously, who averts his gaze to the floor.
“nuh uh, you did something. both of you,” your dad states, taking a step to stand between you and peter. peter gulps down a breath before speaking. “mr. stark, it was-“ tony holds up a hand. “don’t worry, kid. i’ll figure it out.”
he gives peter a proper stare, searching him for clues of some sort. it’s a good thing he isn’t wanda because the details of your night would have been exposed. he couldn’t find anything, so now it’s your turn. he’s a little disappointed you’re the one hiding something.
“oh, y/n. not you,” tony sighs as he gives you a looking over. he starts with your face, your eyes following down as his do. it’s when he gets just past your chin that he sees them. the little hickeys littering your skin, some already deep shades of purple. he rips off his glasses in disbelief.
“absolutely not.” he closes his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose with the same hand his glasses are in. “i’m not seeing this. i’m not seeing this if i don’t look.” you scoff at his reaction. “dad, you know we’re together. you can’t expect us to not...” “don’t say it,” tony begs, getting the urge to hurl his half eaten apple. he turns and faces peter.
“parker, you really did all of that?” peter only blinks, nervously meeting the eyes of his mentor. “to my daughter?” tony adds on to scare him even more. “i- i-“ a burst of frustration comes out of peter. “you left two teenagers alone the whole night. what’d you think was gonna happen?” he’s shocked at his own words, his face showing it. tony raises his eyebrows. both your hands cover your mouth.
not wanting to deal with peter, tony addresses you instead. “i don’t care how you do it, cover those up. don’t let me see them ever again. understood?” you nod a good amount of times and reach for peter’s hand. he’s about to give it, then tony glares down at what’s happening. peter pulls back immediatelty. “understood. we’ll, um, do better next time,” you agree, tony winching at the idea of a next time.
“you, parker... treat a lady with a little more respect, eh?” tony clicks his tongue at him. he’s referring to all the hickeys. peter’s lips form a line, a sarcastic one that says oh well. “i tried, mr. stark, but y/n wanted me to-“ “christ, that’s enough.” tony furiously shakes his head and starts to walk away from you two. “never again!”
you’re thanking god when he sets off for the living room, you hiding your face in peter’s chest, his face in your hair. “that was terrible. that was the worst thing ever,” you say into him. “i’m sorry, baby. we gotta be more careful.”
it’s not over yet because then, the toaster dings. you’d completely forgotten about the waffles. you and peter both separate with your millionth shared look of terror. tony comes rushing back into the room, very familiar with that noise.
“first you destroy my daughter, now my toaster? pete... you’re in for it, kid.”
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poppy-metal · 3 years
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Omg for the eremin x reader au, so Eren and Armin got together way before the reader joined the equation, so she’s hella insecure and shy around them even though they love her you know? Which leads to her distancing herself from them because they don’t need her anyway, right? Just imagine the soft and hot heated make up session they had once the boys find out that their princess feels like she’s not that important to them.
please. gonna make it a part two this 
Cw: eren is mean at the beginning but he makes up for it <3 smut, the usual.
you becoming armins girlfriend but it leaving an empty feeling in your chest because you like eren too, knows how he looks at you and wishes he would just act on it. he’s there when armin fucks you, when armin makes you cream all over his cock, and sometimes he’ll join in, but he rarely touches you, the closest he’s gotten is holding you against his chest and spreading your legs for armin to fuck into you. you’d been turned on but also jealous of the way eren had leaned over the lock armin in a kiss, their tongues tangling, wishing you could kiss him.
It comes to a breaking point when eren displays his possessiveness again, hating how much armin is falling in love with you and how much he wants you too. He uses your desire to please him against you, makes you sit on a chair and watch as he fucks armin. They look so hot together, but it makes you feel a little squirmy on the inside, not being able to participate. And its made even worse when eren turns armins jaw so he’s looking at you, tells him “look at your little girlfriend watching you get your ass pounded, baby. tell her how good your daddies cock feels”
Armin, lost in the pleasure, of course doesn’t know any better. Looks at you with big blue puppy eyes as eren fucks his tight little hole and moans, “d-daddies cock feels so good inside me” 
“Bet she wishes she could feel it” eren grunts. “Your girlfriends a little slut who wants your boyfriends cock, sweetheart, just look at her drooling over it. You wanna be armin, baby?” 
You squeeze your thighs shut and dont answer. But eren knows, “Yeah, you do. Wanna feel what he feels every night when i slide my fat cock into his little boypussy. Desperate slut, wanna remind me what a real cunt feels like? hm?” 
Armin whimpers under him, curling his legs around eren and dragging him down for a kiss. Eren keeps eye contact with you when he pushes his tongue into armins mouth, fucks him through his orgasm and coos in his ear, “that’s it baby, come for daddy, be my good little girlfriend and show me yours is the only wet hole i need” 
Armin doesn’t know what eren has done, doesn’t know he’s pushed you away with just that line. Thinks this was all just kinkplay, and he’s so sweet. Making grabby hands for you and offering to get you off, tugging you towards his face, but you pull away. 
When you leave that night, flicking a glance at the bed where eren cradles armin to his chest, watching you go with his jaw clenched, you send a message to armins phone, before blocking them both on all forms of media. 
‘I can’t do this anymore. I’m sorry’ 
You don’t know about the explosive fight that occurs between armin and eren the next day. Armin has never been more angry, and it makes eren backpedal, try to hold him but armin just slaps his hands away. Tells eren he loves you and he knows eren likes you too so why is he so mean? 
Eren can do nothing but clench his teeth together and stare at the ground as he admits he doesn’t want to lose armin, and doesn’t want to need anyone else but him. Armin reminds him he’s okay with armin needing you, so armins okay with eren needing you too. He wants eren to want you, has timdily encouraged eren touching you or having sex with you a couple of times, but never psuhed it, though he notices erens lingering stares on you. 
Eren feels horrible, for pushing you away, for making you leave armin, for making you leave him. He just wanted armin to be happy, he didnt expect to want to make you happy too, or to want to open his arms to you. He knows he has to make it right, not just for armin but for him too. 
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When you come out of your workplace, you don’t expect to see eren there, nor do you really want to. He’s leaning casually against the back of his car, smoking a cigarette, but he puts it out when he sees you, crushing it under one of his combat boots. He looks sheepish. 
“Hey-” 
You don’t give him the time of day though, breezing by him. You don’t have a car so you planned on walking to the bus station. Usually armin came to pick you up, but considering you’d basically ended things with him, you hadn't expected any rides anymore.
“Hey” Eren says again, and this time he’s right behind you, hand grabbing your arm to stop you. He turns you to him. “We need to talk” 
You wish he wasn’t so pretty. You let yourself look at him, his stubble, his  jade green eyes, the boyish way his hair falls into his eyes. But you shake your head.  “No, we dont. You made that clear” 
You pull away from him and start walking again. “Armin misses you” He calls out, but you don’t stop. 
“I miss you.” 
Okay, you stop at that. Don’t turn around though. You hear his footsteps approach, feel his warmth at your back as he stops, too close. “I miss you” He says again. “Come with me?” 
You turn to look at him again, “Why should i? You miss me? You don’t even like me, jaeger. If you hated me being with your boyfriend so much why did you even ask me too?” 
He bites his lip, shifts on his feet and you can tell his uncomfortable. You’d gathered awhile ago that he wasn’t good with emotions. Tough shit. If he wanted you to get in his car, he’d need to explain some things.
He puffs out his cheeks and palms the back of his neck, and to your surprise, there is a rosy blush that starts to bloom on his cheeks. You don’t think you’ve ever seen eren blush. “I don’t like sharing what’s mine. And armin is mine” He says that with finality. 
You nod your head, starting to turn again. “Right-”
He catches you again. “But so are you” His gaze traps you.”I let you be armins because i thought i wouldn’t care, he still belongs to me, and i belong to him and you...weren’t supposed to belong to anyone. I didn’t want you too” 
You naw at your bottom lip, dipping your head, wondering where he’s going with this.
“But you do” He breathes out, making you look up again. His eyes are sharp, serious. “You belong to armin, you’re his girlfriend and he’s not letting you go, if i hadn’t come today he’d be here on his hands and knees begging for you to come back. and...what’s his is mine so..”
“So..?” You prod, breathless. 
“So you’re mine” He concludes. “Ours. I really wanna fuck you” 
The last part is said so casually you jerk, but eren keeps you steady. Pulls you in. Leans down and tucks a strand of your hair behind your ear. “Let me bring you back with me” his lips brush against yours. “So i can finally fuck my girlfriend” 
You do in fact let him bring you back. 
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It’s surreal being between armin and eren, having them both touch you. You’re used to armins touch, but erens is new. You’re all shaky and acting like a skittish virgin when eren leans back against the headboard, lazily stroking his cock as armin fingers you open for him. 
His soft lips at your ear, “You take my cock so nice, baby. But daddy’s big. He’s gonna stretch you so good”
“Keep talking about my big dick and im gonna nut before i even get to fuck her” Eren grunts, eyes glued to wear armins slender fingers are sliding in and out of your slick cunt. 
Armin just giggles “But s’true, daddy. You’re gonna split her wide open. She’s tight too” He croons, making you whimper when he curls his fingers just right. “Had her pretty pussy all to myself for so long and she still squeezes my cock, You’ll like it” 
Eren eyes are all heat, eating you up. “Oh, i know i will. Daddy’s been wanting to fuck that cunt for ages” 
“S’that so?” Armin sounds a little condescending, having not been apart of their fight, you can’t tell he’s being kinda petty when he says. “Gonna have to show my girlfriend how much you appreciate her then, if you want her to be your girl you’ll have to make her cum lots, kay? Otherwise im keeping her for myself and you can sit there and watch like you always do while i show her how a good boyfriend fucks their girlfriends pussy”
He dips his lips to kiss your jaw, keeping eye contact with eren when he does. “If daddy doesn’t make you cum stupid, i’ll dump him”
Your cunt squeezes around his fingers at the same time eren growls and reaches out, practically plucking you from armins arms and placing you above him. 
You brace your hands on his board chest as the tip of his thick cock teases your hole, “w-wait” 
“Mm, fuck that” He moans, and pops the head in, eyes fluttering shut and rolling into the back of his skull when your the heat of your fluttering cunt envelops him, silky and smooth and wet, he guides you down the thick length of him. His head thunks against the headboard. “Jesus, fuck”
“E-eren” you whine, poor pussy squeezing around him helplessly as its stretched wide and filled to the brim with him. 
He bounces you once, making you choke on a whimper. “That’s not what we call me” 
Your eyes fill with overwhelmed tears, but you feel armins lips touch your spine as he kisses your back, encouraging you. “Go on, baby”
You wrap your arms around erens neck. “D-daddy” you say, hesitantly, barely breathing the word. 
But eren groans so loud, and eats your lips up in a kiss, rocking you back and forth on his cock, grinding you on it. “Yeah, baby” he pants into your open mouth. “Daddy’s got you. Gonna fuck my sweet little girlfriend tight pussy like she deserves” 
“About fucking time you did” you think you hear armin mutter, but you’re already to fucked out to care. 
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━  using your safeword scenarios p.3 !★
genre : hurt/comfort smut.
characters : f! reader x sakusa, matsukawa, kenma
p.1  + p.2 + m.sterlist + requests  
(please read the rules before requesting ty.)
▼ cw : not proof read, use of safeword, neglect , unprotected sex, degradation , clit spanking ( 1 ), impact play ( sakusas part ), mentions of exe(s), caught masturbation (reader) , pillow humping, thigh riding, implied punishment, kinda crybaby reader, implied cockwarming, cheating (?), angst, established relationship, all characters are 18+, MDNI ▲
different safewords used this time <3
- ty to the anons and user @/please-take-me-to-the-moon for the scenarios <3 
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sakusa 
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you knew better than to do this, humping your dearly beloved boyfriends pillow with just your cotton panties, a loose shirt with no bra under, like a bitch in heat, desperate for friction of any kind. You knew if he had caught you like this he would punish you that was guaranteed. however, in the literal heat of the moment you didn’t care. sakusa’s constant pattern of coming home the minute you were already fast asleep in your shared bed, never being able to fill the void of need in your little cunt. 
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Considering he’d let this slide since its been a month since you’ve two have done anything sexual, these thoughts only making you hump his pillow even more desperate leaving a pool of your arousal staining his pillow, with the occasional soft whimpers of his name. losing yourself in your own lust, You didn’t hear the sound of the door clicking open.
Sakusa, leaving his practice early since his performance was unfavorable by the shitty mood he was in, lashing out on his teammates for the smallest things they’d do and so many more. in short, his team suggested he’d stay home t’ill he cooled down. 
“y/n? i’m home.”he walked around the empty apartment accompanied by the muffles of your soft moans, trying to find you as quickly as possible, obviously knowing it was you. he opened the bedroom door slowly and quietly. his eyes grew wide at the scene in front of him. 
still not noticing his presence in the door frame you continued humping his pillow feeling your high approach, but leave you since you needed him. 
“tch.” clicking his tongue at you in disapproval. you flinched letting go of his pillow to face him, feeling your heart race when you made eye contact with him, arms folded and a look of disgust planted on his pale face. Your eyes already filling up with tears knowing what comes next. “m’ y-yoomi! w-welcome home-”
“who the fuck gave you permission to touch yourself?” cutting you off, walking towards the bed, he pinned you down to the bed, arms on your sides, hovering over you with his dead, cold, heartless gaze cutting through you, as you tried to look away in shame only earning you a slap to the face to make you look at him. the sting causing you to choke out a sob. praying internally that he’d let you off the hook just this once. you were just needy for him.he has to understand that, right?
“answer me, right.now.”
“n-no one yoomi... i’m s-sorry please don’t wanna be punished!” you pleaded to him only making him more angrier. he grabbed your jaw making you whimper at the tight grip. scanning you top to bottom, eyeing at the wet patch on your underwear. 
“then why did you huh? couldn’t wait until i got home couldn’t you? needy fucking thing.” he tutted, letting go of your jaw harshly, tugging your panties down to your knees already feeling impatient himself by how his cock hardened through his shorts. despite wanting to punish you, he wanted you. needed you to be precise.
 the man hasn’t felt you in a whole month how could he not miss his girlfriends tight slutty cunt? removing his volleyball shorts letting his cock spring free, he strokes himself a few times before lining himself against your cunt, letting a small sigh when you felt his hard tip touch your soaked entrance. 
feeling slightly relief you were finally gonna feel him after so long. That feeling of relief however didn’t last long when he slammed his fat cock inside you without warning. you let out a yelp, hands immediately going to his chest hoping for him to not bruise your cervix from how deep he was already. he growled when he felt your palms try and stop him, so he slapped your hands away roughly marking them red. 
“b-but yoomi please it hurts..it h-hurts” 
you figured he didn’t hear you. but he was too focused on punishing you to care if it hurt or not. so you pleaded again for him to slow down. finally getting a response from him.
“shut up you disgusting whore.you brought this on yourself, touching yourself while your boyfriends away.”
“...dirtying up his fucking pillow while he’s gone. how fucking pathetic.”  he spits, slapping your clit harshly in attempt to get you to shut up. his degrading not having a hint of reassurance anywhere like it usually does when he fucks you. normally, he’d call you his “slut” or his whore but never ever calling you a disgusting one at most, what did this mean?..you asked yourself, mind going hazy with fear. feeling like your boyfriend finds you disgusting for your actions, and not a single trace of love or concern for you, not even noticing how you tried inching yourself away from his pace. 
sakusa was a mean dom yes, but he cared about you and your boundaries and right now it seemed like he didn’t care about any of those.
too focused on his own pleasure, not realizing you slowly started to breakdown in front of him, hands to your eyes shaken from how hard he hit them, as more tears fell to stain your cheeks.
“n-no not disgusting..i-i’m...so sorry..sakusa..just missed you.” you muttered no longer feeling the long needed pleasure of his cock, only feeling a painful discomfort in your chest as if your heart was gonna burst out of it at any minute. he was caught off-guard by you calling him by his last name, but that didn’t stop the brutal pace on your sloppy cunt. repositioning his hand to your hips digging his nails in your sides, bound to leave marks to be seen in the morning. 
“addressing me by my last name? what you think thats gonna make things better?”he muses, his pace speeding up making you whimper. you’ve just about had enough.
“germs! g-germs! no more, i don’t like this!! y-you’re hurting m-me sakusa... please s-stop..stop.” screaming your safeword, trying to get him off you, you pushed with the little strength in you with your fragile hands. it wasn’t enough but he got the message. blinking a few times to make sure he processed the current situation.
he sighed pulling his cock out watching you with wolf eyes as you softly cried to yourself, turning to your side. he didn’t say anything he just laid down beside you. sneaking an arm around your waist, face buried in your neck. he planted some soft kisses onto it trying to make you relax. if he was being brutally honest, he didn’t know what to do.
you never used your safeword and even if it didn’t show in his face, he was pretty frightened. watching you tense up and shake around him all because of him.
“ y-yoomi..im sorry-”
“don’t be.”
he rubs your hands with his thumb in slow but comforting circles, seeing its still red from being slapped away by him, along with him kissing your cheek to simmer down the sting from earlier. god he felt so bad, but was so scared at the same time, all he wanted to do was hold you close..
..and thats what he did, watching you curl up to his chest. The room was silent for a few minutes that felt like hours gone by. you looked up at him with the look you always gave him. Full of love and adoration even with puffy eyes and hurt in your chest you still loved him.
He looked down noticing the soft smile you gave him as if nothing happened. Titling his head in confusion he asks
“why are you smiling? aren’t you upset..at me?”
you shook your head at him, “no yoomi I’m not mad. My body kinda hurts yes, but I’m glad to have you home...i missed you so much I’m sorry i touched myself without permission...”
he lightly smiles at you kissing your lips softly.
“it’s okay. tomorrow we’ll have the day all to ourselves and we can do whatever you want my love. I’m sorry i was so mean... i was having a bad day and I shouldn’t have taken it out on you.”
you paused leaning in closer to his chest as you mumbled.
“can we...take a bath together yoomi?”
“oh sure...here i’l carry you.”
needless to say, you forgave him and gave him one last kiss before going to bed.
kenma
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kenmas work schedule was god awful since he was practically up to play games and just that leaving you feeling needy and neglected. you hated it. 
but tonight you were just, so needy and couldn’t stand this constant neglect.
No matter how many times you touched yourself of grind against something it couldn’t compare to the way kenma would stuff you with his cock.
he wasn’t a super harsh dom leaning towards a mix of soft and mean, but he still prioritized your needs before his. and tonight you were gonna get that version of kenma.
walking towards the couch he was playing his games at slowly, with nothing but his hoodie and knee highs. you bit your lip standing in front of him, fiddling your thumbs out of nervousness. He titled his head to remove you from his line of sight to see the tv screen better making your heart ache just a little, being so used to it already.
taking a deep breath you sat in between on of his thighs wrapping your arms around his neck making him let out a groan of annoyance to your needy antics.
he continued to play his game acting as if you weren’t there and nothing changed. it all came to a halt when he felt you grinding on his thigh, letting out small cries of his name.
“baby.... please” you mumbled facing his disinterested face not even sharing a glance at you as he continued to move his thumbs around his controllers joystick. He didn’t even pay mind to the fact you were borderline naked either.
“five minutes pretty girl.” he muttered still too absorbed in his game. You pouted shifting your legs to be wrapped around him now, wet cunt on top of his crotch rubbing against him lightly. Making him flinch at the sudden friction. giving you hope he’d give you what you want now. you smirked continuing to grind against him making him bite back a grunt. 
“ugh what are you doing?” he said clearly annoyed by your antics already.
your face became red while placing your hands on his shoulders slowly starting to grind against his growing bulge. “want your attention kenma please need you so bad.” you begged hoping he’d give you something anything really.
but being kenma, he went back to his video games. your pout returning once more. “but kenma, please i really really need you.” you continued with your antics and he paused his game, putting his controller on the coffee table. 
“fine you want me so fucking bad?” he grabs you by the hips making you yelp as he throws you down the couch. back hitting the cushions while he takes your legs and wraps them around his waist.
he pulls down his sweats pumping himself a few times as he rolls his head back, holding back his grunts. he slowly slides his cock into you, being easy to do considering how wet you were already for him. 
he groans as he bottoms out inside you starting steady, but slowly picking up the pace to be more..brutal.
“k-kenma..m’ feels good thank you thank you” you rambled out praises making him grab you by the throat to thrust into you faster. 
“god you’re so fucking annoying bothering me because you wanted to get your cunt stuffed like a little slut while i fucking work.” he scoffs making your eyes shoot open at him.
“such a fucking annoying little slut.” he continues his degradation thr grip on your throat not loosening. you felt you eyes grow teary as he continued to call you more vulgar names with the sprinkle of him calling you annoying. 
“ c-console...” you mumbled wrapping your hands on his wrists, making him let go of your throat. he froze getting closer to your face as he pulls out slowly.
“huh? Whats wrong does it hurt?” he asks rubbing away your tears with the pad of his thumb. 
your lip quivered as more tears started to form. “...i-im annoying...?” you looked him in his eyes as more broken sobs leave you.
“I just wanted some attention kenma...you’re always so busy sometimes I don’t even think you remember i exist..” you muttered feeling small under his cat like stare. 
he sighed kissing your cheek, falling to your. side feeling his breath hit your neck. “sorry baby i swear i didn’t mean it...you’re not annoying its my fault for not giving you attention.” he admits as you wrap around him. 
“y-you promise you didn’t mean it?” you ask once more. he sneaks a hand under your head to lift you up to his chest, patting your head softly. 
“ i promise. here why don’t you sit on my lap, we can do that thing you wanted to try last week...” he looks away embarrassed, you tilt your head in confusion but then realize what he was referring to. you nodded joyfully wrapping your arms around his neck, he adjusts himself for you to line up to take him. he  slowly puts you back down on his cock. hissing at the returning feeling.
He smiled kissing your forehead lightly as he hugged you tight. 
“better my love?”
“mhm mhm!” you said placing your head on his shoulder as you relax into him. slowly drifting away into sleep. its not much, but at-least it stuffs your very needy cunt.
matsukawa 
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what lead to this? you two were just on a simple date together at a nearby mall shopping together, looking at upcoming movies, stopping by a few manga stores and bakeries to treat yourselves. overall, just enjoying the time shared together. 
that is t’ill the two of ran into your ex. issei watching the two of you talk to each other not realizing how uncomfortable you really were, hiding it with a friendly facade of course going unnoticed by him since he was practically death glaring your ex. 
he was basically third wheeling in your conversation with your ex. you would side eye issei hoping he’d pull you out of your situation but it was too late since his mind was cloudy with jealousy and rage.  
now, leading up to your current predicament. a heavy make-out now leading to a degradation fest.  
“aw whats wrong little slut can’t take me, fucking pathetic much?” he teases pounding you at a faster pace. “can’t believe my own fucking girlfriend was just there being all friendly to her ex..what don’t tell me you still want him?” he muses making you rapidly shake your head. 
“ no i don’t i swear issei..just wan’ you..”you muttered eyes growing puffy from how cruel he spoke to you as he continued to suggest away of how would get him back since it seemed like you missed him from how friendly you were acting.
growing quiet at his words trying to tune out his words. it’ll all be over soon anyways, you just had to hold on a bit you told yourself. of course you were an idiot for letting him keep going. 
“ maybe i should go ask how kimi’s doing act all friendly and nice towards her.” you tuned into what issei had said in horror at what he just said.
kimi, his much prettier ex who t’ill this day wasn’t over him and he knew this. throwing it in your face as he darkly chuckled at you. you removed your arms that were wrapped around his neck pulling him close. and cupped your face in your hands at the thought of your boyfriend going back to his ex. leaving you alone again.
he wouldn’t right? even though she was much prettier in every feature she had compared to you. he wouldn’t right..? right? 
“f-funeral...“you sniffled making him stop all his movements and lock eyes with you. your safeword ringing in his ears. 
“hey..hey no i didn’t mean it...” he quickly pulls you towards him, pulling you out of him and hugging you tight. he rocks you softly back and forth in his embrace letting all your bottle up feelings burst onto him.  he quick to comfort you and pepper a few kisses on your face.
“ issei..” you mumbled against his chest. he rubs your back looking down at you.
“yes baby..?” his voice shaken with worry hoping you weren’t too mad at him.
“ i-i don’t miss him.. i was only being nice..i was uncomfortable talking to him why didn't you..” he internally punches himself for being so blind and not being able to see by all your movements how uncomfortable you were just breathing the same air as your ex.
he was too blinded by his jealousy to realize his poor baby was scared. he mumbled a curse before apologizing.
“i’m sorry baby i didn’t realize he was making you uncomfortable i should've done something..” his eyes wander away from you.
“ i was just jealous..” he admits
“but issei.. you’re all i want.” you say kissing his cheek and he smiles gracefully. 
“am i-i all you want sei?”
“ duh pretty baby. everything  i want and need.”
matsukawas is so short i’m so sorry ahhhh but i hope u all enjoyed <3
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