#he dropped down out of sight embarrassed lol

[etheries1015]

We share the love language of biting. Now imagine TWST beatsfolk has that as an actual sign of courting. Like you're chilling with Leona, not dating or wooing him, and then you bite his cheek in affection. And all of Savanaclaw is shocked because among them, it's the same as i.e. proposing marriage. The utter chaos XD

OHH MY GOSSSHHH YOUR BRAIN >>> I LITERALLY LOVE THIS SO MUCH??? HAHAHA SODEFHSELKJD i'm gonna expand on that for a few characters...

Accidentally courting them

General warnings: Gender-neutral reader, not really proof read lol. Obvious Malleus and Lilia favoritism <3 I also decided that they ARE dating in this scenario, I think its cuter that way in my head heuheu

Featuring: Leona, Ruggie, Jack, Malleus, Lilia, ... and Rook HAHA.

TW: none! Just a bunch o' fluff of biting your non-human lover without realizing it was a sign of courtship <3

Leona

It was a typical day for Leona. You two were sitting in the lounge where most of the other students lingered, Leona becoming rather... possessive as of late. Instead of resting in his bedroom away from prying eyes as you had requested from your lover, he ignored all your feeble cries requesting privacy. Instead, he holds you in his lap without worrying what others are thinking. A form of showing others you were his, and his alone. You were conflicted in your feelings, staring at him. His eyes were closed, but he could feel your gaze burning into his head.

"How long are you-" Then it happened. You gave in. You gave his cheek a bit of a nibble. All of the sudden the chattering stopped, all eyes were on you, before they start patting Leonas back and giving him congrats while a few seemed to pull presents right out of their asses.

"Wha- what's going on?" Leona grumbled with a light blush before growling and pushing the face of someone who tried to hand him another gift.

"You all look like idiots! You know biting means something different to us. Don't be dumb." Okay, now you were extra confused. Seeing your utter ignorance, Leona sighed.

"Biting in our land is a sign of courtship, herbivore." ...Oh. You blush deeply and hide your face in his chest, Leona looking away flustered and ruffling your hair.

"Try again in a few years, and I just might bite you back."

Ruggie

You were walking down the halls with your boyfriend when suddenly you had the urge to just...bite him. an overwhelming sense of love and affection for the fact he had given you some of the bread he (probably legally) got ahold of. You smiled fondly at the bread and back at Ruggie before placing your mouth on the bulb of his shoulder, causing him to yelp in suprise and dropping his half of the bread.

"wha- huh?! What was that for?" He became flustered, bending over to pick up his bread and slowly move away from you with bright red cheeks. You furrowed your eyebrows and hugged yourself, almost embarrassed.

"I'm sorry, I just...I dunno," Your cryptic and non specific response left him with his jaw open and eyes wide, spluttering out things like "We're still in school! I don't have the funds yet-" before a familiar fist came and knocked the back of Ruggies head. Leona stood there smiling in amusement and chuckling at you.

"I don't think they know what that means to us beastman, Ruggie." Even more confused then before, you asked for clarification.

"You just asked him to marry you with that bite of yours, herbivore." Now YOUR mouth was wide open, and Ruggie managed to get flee from the scene without much notice from you nor his senior.

Oh brother. You have a lot of communicating to do with that one.

Jack

You were sitting at the lunch table eating away at your food when you noticed...Jack's biceps. You marveled at the sight of his bulky arms- it's a wonder to you how he managed to become so strong and have the motivation to train all day. With a burst of admiration, instead of biting into your sandwich - you took a bite into his muscle. He yelped in suprise and just stared at you, face slowly turning red. Ace and Deuce laughed at his reaction, ready to ask you what was up before Jack took it upon himself to... well, flustered and rapidly spit-firing plans.

"W-we are still so young! Are you sure about this? I-i never knew our relationship was at this level!" He grabbed both of your hands and looked you in your (bewildered) eyes.

"If you're serious about this, I promise I will protect and love you for the rest of my life. But before we go ahead with the ceremony, I want you to meet my parents and get their blessings. Oh, and I need to get a stable job after we finish school first, too, so I can support you and our future. know we haven't talked about marriage before but-" You quickly cut him off in astonishment before crying out,

"MARRIAGE?! Jack, WHAT are you talking about?! I am absolutely not ready for marriage! What got into you?!"

...Queue Ruggie and Leona hysterically laughing at your utter confusion, reveling in the ignorance of it all for a few moments longer before explaining properly what you had just committed yourself unknowingly to.

Malleus

You were laying in the bed of Malleus Draconias's dorm, scrolling on your phone whilst his tail wrapped around your waist as he sat next to you reading a book. You sighed lightly and leaned your head back against the board of the mattress, turning slightly to look at your handsome fae lover. Your eyes then went down to his pale and perfect skin of his neck, the way it was free from all blemishes, smooth, and bright. Something about it made you want to taint it a light shade of red... He felt you shuffle slightly to adjust your body to be in just the right position where his neck was in full view. He glanced over to you feeling you wriggle free from his tails grasp, tilting his head seeing the look in your eyes crazed as you leaned over and just...chomped down on his collarbone.

You felt his tail twitch and his hands quickly throw the book he was reading aside to grasp your wrists, turning your body around and pinning you to the bed and carrassing your cheek with his tail.

"Biting..." He murmured, "Does this mean the same to humans as it does to Fae? You wish to be wed?" Your jaw dropped and cheeks took on a rosey hue, stuttering over yourself.

"W-wed?! I mean, I like to bite when I feel affectionate b-but marriage...I mean maybe one day b-but-"

"Biting in Fae culture is a sign of courtship and ownership. How brazen of you to mark me," he chuckled, "I shall take it you wish to own the next king of Briar Valley?" You could tell at this point Malleus was teasing you, something he picked up from the time you two have been dating.

Malleus could not help but return the favor by riddling your body with his own bite marks. Although he understood you perhaps did not have the intention of marrying him with your silly little form of affection, he knew in his mind with every bite that he was very serious about your future with him.

Lilia

Lilia already knew that biting in the human world did not mean marriage, yet was akin to something more of "cute aggression." So when you have the habit of biting him in the privacy of yours or his room, he knows you simply meant it as a form of affection, letting him know that you had an overwhelming sense of love for the old fae. He bit you back consistently on many occasions, it just seemed to be the perfect form of showing love for one another.

You didn't actually know it meant something much deeper, until you were in the diasomnia lounge and unable to control yourself as you grabbed Lilias hand and bit down gently on his wrist. You couldn't help it, he was being so entirely silly and loving towards you, that you couldn't help but show this public display of affection. Much to everyone else's dismay, however. Sebek stares at you with his mouth agape, sounds of disbelief escaping past his lips yet a sentence unable to form. Malleus as well seemed surprised at this.

"(y/n)," Malleus said, "You wish to marry Lilia?" You coughed at the sudden question and let out a feeble and awkward chuckle.

"I mean...I wouldn't mind one day, of course. We haven't really talked about it. Why the sudden question?"

"HOW DARE YOU," Sebek cried out after finally finding his words, "How dare you bite Lilia and be so insolent as to not move forward with your actions in dignity! YOU MUST TAKE RESPONSIBILITY FOR YOUR PROPOSAL-" Lilia started snickering, cutting Sebek off with a wave of his hand.

"It's quite alright, Sebek. Biting means something much different to humans than Fae, I suppose this is the first you had seen us put on a show of affection, hence your confusion." He turned to you, who had furrowed eyebrows and pursed lips at Sebeks sudden outburst.

"Biting, my dear, is a form of courtship to us fae. It is a sign of ownership," He chuckled.

"Why didn't you tell me that?!" You exasperated, "I mean, it wouldn't have changed anything I have done, but I would have been more careful about it... especially if it means something more to you," Lilia gracefully explained he understood it meant something slightly different to humans, before gently grabbing your hand and raising it to his mouth.

"Well, now that you understand what it means," He put your ring finger into his mouth and took a bite at the base,

"Would you like to bite me once more, my dear?"

Bonus:

Rook

You bit his arm and he immediately was on one knee.

"Was that a proposal? You know mon cheri, biting one affectionately is often a declaration of courtship-" You hit the top of his head and walked away from your interesting boyfriend.

"You're not a beastman or a fae! I'm never biting you again!" Your face red and folding your arms, turning away (ah, his cute tsundere lover.)

Oh woe is Rook! He begs and begs you to bite him more, he wants to be covered in your marks. It means you were claiming him as your own, right? RIGHT??

~~~

This was so fun to write DFSEFDSFIHSLDKJF thank you for the brain rot heuheuheueheueh

Masterlist

#Twisted wonderland #Twst #Twisted wonderland x reader #Lilia vanrouge #lilia x reader #Malleus #Malleus draconia #Malleus x reader #rook x reader #rook hunt #Leona kingscholar #leona x reader #twst fanfictions #ruggie x reader #Jack howl #Jack howl x reader #Twisted wonderland fanfictions #twst fanfics #twst x reader

[moechies]

lactating sukuna (*ﾉωﾉ) fluffy !!

it was an accident.

you were laid against your shirtless boyfriend, sitting in between his huge thighs whilst resting on his bare chest.

you pulled your eyes away from your phone, whining with a slight rub to your tired sight. upon looking up at your boyfriend, you earn a small glare with a short stroke to your hair. you turn your head to notice the pink bud of his nipple that bulges slightly from his chest, smiling at the mischievous thought before pressing your plush lips onto his nipple.

but something's wrong.

in the second you were attached to his nipple, a thin sweet liquid fills your mouth.

before you're able to blink twice, the man has you pulled off his body with a singular hand, many feet away from where you had just had your mouth a second ago. he holds you above him by your shirt, body hanging low, but your head is hoisted to face him.

"what the fuck do you think your doin' stupid fuckin' brat? why'd you do that?!"

"rwyomen.. dere's sumthin' in my mouf.."

you open your mouth slightly to show him the liquid, and you can swear his face turns a light shade of pink as he clenches his teeth in an anger.

"why the fuck did you do that?!"

"cos your nipple's cute..." you smile, accidentally swallowing a bit of the liquid. your eyes widen at the taste but its awfully.. sweet..

"spit it out brat!" is exactly when you decide to swallow the liquid in your mouth, flashing him a grin.

you extend your arm to reach him, a silent ask for more. when he pulls you back further, is when you notice his gaze has been distracted from your face, and his face was still painted with an unusual rosy blush.

"ryomen, are you embarrassed? look at me! tell me what that was now! please?!"

"it's milk," he grumbles.

he drops you down below, causing you to land in between his legs.

"oof.." he looks at you, his gaze awfully piercing but with no bad intention.. maybe.

"you can lactate?! can i have more?! it was so sweet!"

"you're fucked in the head." but you don't know that his heart thumps at the request, hiding his shock at your extremely normal reaction, and the fact that you weren't ashamed of his secret.

"maybe. gimme more," your head quickly move towards his nipple, but he is obviously quicker. his left hand cups his tit before you are able to reach, his other pressing against your insistent head.

"please ryo! i want more.! you'd let me if you loved me!"

"that's not how it works brat!"

"it is!" "the fuck? no it's not!" he releases your forehead, your body falling forward straight into his chest. "ryomen!" he chuckles.

"well since i'm already here, let me suck on your tit ryo." you nibble at the fat of his peck, meeting his red eyes as you look up. you attempt the best puppy eyes you possibly can, a smile spreading across your face with excitement when you hear the familiar sigh of surrender.

he removes his hand, and you quickly move yourself to latch onto him once again.

"yummie.."

he couldn't say it out loud, but you reminded him of that one black kitten with its face pulled out of milk captioned, "lost in the sauce." a meme you showed him a couple weeks ago that you believed was so insanely hilarious.

he loves you.

i literally don't know what this is, but it has literally been stuck in my head ever since gege's leaks Lol i know it was a mistranslation but it's so funny to me n i love lactating big men

#jjk #sukuna x reader #sukuna jjk #sukuna x you #sukuna fluff #ryomen x reader #ryomen sukuna #sukuna ryomen fluff #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna ryomen x reader #sukuna ryomen #sukuna ryomen x reader fluff #drabbles ⋆⑅˚₊

[hitomisuzuya]

bodyguard x overworked fem ceo reader person here lol

I’ve got a smut version I’d love to share

thinking of reader (who’s not overworked this time) to just have an amazing body. Like her body is the epitome of attractive, she’s js hot like that🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽

she’s wearing tight fitting office clothes (blouse, blazer, tights, and ong the sluttiest little tight putting black pencil skirt.) and scara walks in seeing her bending over to get a file

Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Fingering. Degradation.

This request😳 I'm sorry this took so long to get to😭

Scaramouche was on his way into your office with cups of coffee and hot chocolate for the both of you. He nearly spit out his bitter, black coffee when he saw you.

The sight of you bent over, reaching down to pick up a file you'd dropped next to the cabinet made him start to feel hard. Your ass looked defined and grope able. He swore that if he tilted his head a little, he could see a peek of your panties.

Your black stockings hugged your thighs in a way that was impossible for Scaramouche's greedy hands to resist. He set the cups down on your desk, his eyes trained on your ass as he walked over to you.

You looked so breedable bent over like that. Were you trying to tease him?

He reached out and groped your ass, smirking when he heard your shy squeak. "Scaramouche, it's still office hours," You said, blushing in embarrassment feeling his hand squeeze your ass again. It appeared he hadn't heard a word you said.

"Hmm?" Scaramouche purred, his hand travelling from your ass to your thigh. He hooked his fingers through the band of your stockings, snapping it back against your thigh.

Any other protests from you died, quickly being silenced as his hand cupped your cunt. He rubbed and teased your clit outside of your panties, quickly making you wet as you squirmed. A smirk tugged at the corners of his lips watching you grind into his fingers, a string of shaky moans emitting from your parted lips.

Scaramouche took his time stroking your swelling clit, reducing your panties to soaked mess clinging to your cunt. Every sweep and stroke of his thumb made your clit throb, the fabric of your panties creating friction against it.

"What a slut I have for a boss," His eyes followed the moments of hips as you grinded into his fingers, "so wet and eager for her bodyguard's fingers," You mewled in protest when he took his fingers off your clit.

He bunched your skirt up around your hips, his eyes getting the perfect view of how wet you were for him. It made him lick his lips, not being able to resist smacking his hand across your ass. You yelped softly, your pussy clenching around nothing from his degradation.

You reached down with a shaky hand to pull your panties aside for him. He smacked your hand away, hastily pushing them aside with two fingers. Your toes curled as his connected with your clit, your legs shaking as he pressed his thumb in slow circles on it.

"Sc-Scara, please," You moaned needily, all rational thoughts crumbling in your mind. Your hole quivered around the tip of his fingers as he teased them at your entrance, gliding his fingers back up to flick your clit.

He knew very well he could make you cum by rubbing and playing with your clit, but he wanted to make you cream on his slender fingers.

A loud gasp of pleasure tore from your throat as he plunged his fingers into your wet warmth. They curled and nudged into your sweet spot. Your fingernails clawed into the wall, grinding your hips back into his fingers. Jolts of pleasure went straight to your throbbing clit, making you see stars.

"Fuck you are so tight," He groaned, scissoring your walls apart. He made sure you felt every drag of his fingers against your sensitive walls as they clapped around them. "You'd suffocate my cock with your slutty cunt."

Your orgasm curled tighter and tighter inside of you. His eyes were trained on the slick that oozed out around his fingers, squelching sounds accompanying your shameless moans.

The pace of his fingers increased, hitting into your sweet spot more firmly when he saw your body twitching and tensing with your approaching orgasm.

"Be a good girl, and cum like the slut you are," He pumped his fingers as deep inside of you as he could, sweeping them up to play with your clit before plunging them back inside of you.

You whimpered before crying out loudly for him, your body shaking as your orgasm tore through you. His cock was straining in his pants watching you twitch and make a mess on his fingers.

#genshin impact #genshin smut #fem!reader #modern au #scaramouche #scaramouche smut #scaramouche x reader #scaramouche x y/n #scaramouche x you

[kamiversee]

➶-͙˚ ༘✶ 𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙁*𝘾𝙆 𝙇𝙄𝙎𝙏

✧.* CHAPTER 33 || The Degrading Era (part 1)

[ { SYPNOSIS } ] ➤ A tale in which Gojo Satoru blackmails you into seducing a list of people to clear his debt. Sounds easy enough, right?

[ { CHAPTER CONTENT } ] ➤ language & filthy smut. (lots of degrading, if it's not obvious by the chapter title lol)

[ { A/N } ] ➤ I was in heat when I wrote this chapter & the next btw...

[ { WORD COUNT } ] ➤ 5.3k

[ { PAIRINGS } ] ➤ jjk men x f!reader. gojo x f!reader. geto x f!reader. toji x f!reader. choso x f!reader. sukuna x f!reader. nanami x f!reader.

[ [ chapters mlist } ]

——HE WASN'T LYING.

Sukuna meant every bit of that last statement to you and you'd soon figure out just how serious about it he was. After those words to you, he gave you one final heated kiss as he tugged you off the counter and to your feet.

His lips are removed from your own, just barely, "Starting with this mouth of yours first," Sukuna tells you before planting one last peck on your lips.

You felt like a mindless slut, dazed with lust already simply from his words and kisses combined. Sukuna took his hands off you and stepped back only slightly, his eyes taking in your body. A smile dawns on his lips before he tilts his head and moves a hand down to simply pull at the drawstring of his sweatpants.

It's so similar to the last time you were here, his tone deep and commanding, laced with lust as he voices the words, "On your knees."

Identical to the time prior, it's utterly embarrassing how you move to do as he says with little to no hesitation. Quickly finding yourself on your knees, the cold bathroom floor felt even through the fabric of your pants, not that you cared though.

Your eyes peered up at the man and even from such a low angle, Sukuna was as attractive as ever.

He chuckles, "Remember what I told you to do last time?" He asks.

You frown at the fact that he still wants to drag the whole thing out, "I still can't use my hands?"

A scoff leaves Sukuna's lips, "Nope."

You roll your eyes and adjust the way you're seated on the floor. Your legs spread a bit and you push up on your knees, crossing your hands behind your back and bringing your mouth to his pants. Sukuna swallows hard, his eyes never once leaving the sight of you.

Using your teeth, you mimic the same actions as the week prior, pulling down his sweatpants and feeling ridiculously embarrassed as you do so. Again, you're left facing his boxers, the prominent large bulge straining against the fabric in front of you.

Your eyes widen at how big his length is, your mouth almost even watering. You lean forward and Sukuna voices your name in a low tone, the sound making you freeze and redirect your gaze upward.

"Kiss it," He purrs with this little smile on his face. Oh, it's so obvious that he loves making you embarrassed, seeing as another flushed shade takes over your face.

You narrow your eyes at the man but lean forward, pressing your lips to his erection, to which he bites his lip.

"Good girl," Sukuna praises. His words go straight to your core, "But if you keep lookin' at me like that, I'll punish you."

You're pretty sure that's what you wanted so, you rolled your eyes and then moved to tug his boxers down. Sukuna smiles wickedly at your brattiness, moving his hand to the top of your head and pushing you away.

A pout takes over your lips, "C'mon, stop teasing me..."

The man frowns to mock you, "Or what?" Sukuna asks before taking his hand away from your head.

You don't respond and simply stay in place as he then works his cock out of his boxers, your eyes quickly dropping to the sight and widening further than they have thus far. You swallow as you stare because holy fuck is his dick big. And as for that tattoo he claimed to have, it's similar to the one he has around his wrists, just... wrapped around his cock-- near the base.

Precum oozes out of his tip and you can feel the way you're soaking in your underwear at the sight alone. Sukuna's hand suddenly moves to his member and you're forced to watch him stroke himself right in front of your face.

You patiently await his next words to you, comforting yourself on your knees as you just stare at the way his large hand strokes his cock, spreading his precum all over his length-- the sight making you ridiculously needy.

Your gaze shifts up to his face and his eyes are already on yours, his face exuding nothing but pure lust. "Spit on it," Sukuna orders, his voice driving you insane, "Get it nice 'nd wet f'me."

You don't have to be told twice, moving to well up water in your mouth and then just barely looking away from his eyes to spit on his length. He hums deeply at the contact, his strokes growing faster and you get more desperate for something as you watch.

"What a good slut you are," He comments, moving his free hand to the top of your head and forcing you to angle it back so that you can look up at him. Sukuna then smiles, "Stick your tongue out and maybe I'll reward you."

You do, neediness clouding your gaze as your tongue seeps out your mouth, your lips parting and your mouth wide open for the man. Sukuna jerks himself off a bit more at the sight-- turned on by the way you look peering up at him so desperately, the way you've got your hands behind you, and the slight arch in your back as you try to lean toward him.

The man moves to tap the tip of his cock against your wet tongue and you are almost to the point of whining for more. You then move on your own, shifting your tongue around to lick over his tip, to which his breath hitches.

Sukuna wasn't expecting you to move so he wasn't exactly ready for the way you push yourself forward, even against the hold he had on your head, quickly moving to suck on the tip of his leaking cock.

"Fuck," He curses breathily between a slight chuckle, "Wanted it that damn bad?" Sukuna asks rhetorically.

You don't answer, moving to tilt your head as your tongue swipes through the slit of his tip, lapping up every drop of his precum and causing the man to groan. Sukuna decides to let you do your thing, removing his hands from both himself and your head.

The man leans back only slightly, watching the way you happily attempt to take him into your mouth. Your eyes are up on his and it's cute to him the way his cock can hardly fit in your mouth. You made it about halfway before you pulled right off, rolled your tongue over him again, and then pushed yourself forward once more.

Sukuna found it entertaining more than anything how you bobbed your head back and forth on his length, not yet throating his cock and simply sucking about half of his length. Normally, for someone his size, you'd move to use your hands too but he told you not to so you did your best with your mouth alone.

He gives you about two to three minutes to suck him off as you wish, letting out slight and quiet grunts and groans, especially when you take a bit more of him. After that, he grows tired of seeing you struggle and debates on allowing you to use your hands.

Sukuna heaves out a breath of air but then a better idea comes to mind and you feel one of his large hands go to your head again, the other moving to the counter behind you as he holds himself up.

Sukuna groans as he suddenly pushes his hips forward and forces more of his cock down your throat, "Mmmgh... muuch better..."

He then forces your head further onto him, really making his length squeeze further into your tight throat. You moaned around the man and he had to bite his lower lip to conceal the sound the vibration almost made him let out.

Sukuna draws his hips back and then thrusts forward slowly. He didn't want to hurt your throat so he started out slow, allowing you the time to get used to his massive girth sliding in and out of your mouth.

"That's it," Sukuna praises, feeling the way you open up the back of your throat for him and begin to breathe through your nose, "Take it-, fuuuck..."

You worked your tongue over his dick as he picked up a steady pace into your mouth, trying your best to please him and keep your eyes open and up on his. The eye contact was what made the whole thing all the more stimulating since his eyes never left yours.

You gag a little when his cock pushes further into your mouth than you expected, to which he smiles at the feeling. Sukuna then loses his sense of control and goes to do what he's been wanting to do this entire time.

His legs part a bit further and both of his hands go to the side of your head, cradling you in his hold before he drew his hips back and then snapped them forward with a harsh thrust. Tears quickly prick the corners of your eyes as the tip of his cock knocks into the hilt of your throat, once again making you gag.

Sukuna speaks huskily through gritted teeth as he works up a mean pace, fucking his dick into your mouth and causing you to moan around him at the feeling. "So... fucking... warm..." He voices out in between thrusts, "You make a good cocksleeve, y'know that?" He chuckles.

The slick sounds of his member slipping and sliding over your tongue and down your throat filled the bathroom, drool and spit leaking out of the corner of your mouth as he face fucked you.

Sukuna allowed his head to fly back as he rutted his tip down your throat, listening to the sounds of your gagging and feeling how sloppy and messy he had your mouth as he fucked into it.

"Fuuuuck," Sukuna groans loudly, the sound making your cunt clench around nothing, "Had' me thinkin' about this all week," He grunts out to you before looking back down at the sight, "Fuckin' this pretty face of yours... shit..."

Your eyes are glossed in tears and there's even a few running down your face, along with spit dripping down your chin due to his harsh thrusts. You had shifted to squeeze your legs together, needing some sort of friction and your hands were no longer behind your back.

Instead, one was placed on his thigh as you tried to brace yourself and the other was on your chest and you gave yourself minimal satisfaction as Sukuna used your mouth to get off.

With a sudden smirk, "Touch yourself," Sukuna orders, his words bringing back a sudden memory of the time Gojo said those same words to you. The situation was much different but of course, it still aroused you the same way.

You didn't hesitate to drop your hand from your breast to your cunt, rubbing yourself just barely over your clothes and letting out a moan as you do so. Your lashes fluttered as you struggled not to choke over his size ramming into your mouth.

Moving your fingers a slow circle, you began to moan as you pleased yourself beneath him.

Sukuna releases that deep groan of his that gives you butterflies, making you squeeze your legs together. His lips then part and his brows push together, "Hah... Think' I should reward you for taking me down your throat so well? Hm?" He asks hastily, his thrusts growing harsher.

You nod as best you can as your eyes begin to shut, tears streaming down your cheeks and spit dripping off your chin and onto your chest. The sight was so messy and Sukuna loved every bit of it-- the sound of your gagging, your moaning, your whines, the way your tongue felt, how wet and sloppy your face had become, Sukuna was enamored by it all.

He tilts his head at you and shoves his length all the way down, to the point where your nose is pressed against his pelvis and your eyes shoot open, widening at the sudden stretch.

Sukuna smirks, "Look at me," He orders.

You struggle to do so, seconds away from choking around him as you lift your gaze to him. Big teary eyes stare up at the man and the sight does it for him.

Sukuna bites his bottom lip for a second, "Stay like that for a second. Yeah?"

Both of your hands go to his thighs and you try to keep your throat open for as long as you can, your nails digging into his skin as you try to breathe through your nose properly. Sukuna wanted nothing more than to capture the image of you like this, it was so sexy, so sinful, and he fucking loved it.

"Hah..." He lets out a heavy breath, "F-Fuck... M'gonna cum down your throat... stuff you nice 'nd full of me, okay? You want that?" Sukuna asks, though, his words came out as more of a low-toned warning than an actual question.

To respond, you give the man a whiney little hum, struggling to keep your eyes open at this point as tear after tear streams down your face, "Mm-mhmm..."

Sukuna finally slides his hips back and you get only a second to collect yourself before his grasp on your head grows tighter and he begins thrusting into your mouth again. The groan he lets out bounces off the walls of the bathroom, echoing into your ears and making you so stupidly horny below him as he fucked his orgasm into your mouth.

You felt it slide right down your throat, the feeling mildly uncomfortable but you accepted it nonetheless, swallowing as best as you could before Sukuna pulled himself out of your mouth for the first time in what felt like ages.

The second he's out, you let out a few coughs, moving your arm over your mouth to collect yourself as you gasp and scramble to properly bring air into your lungs. So distracted with that, you didn't even notice that the man was still hard, heavy pants leaving him as he too collected himself.

Once you caught your breath and wiped your face off, you dragged your sights up to the man again. Sukuna had a little smile on his face before he crouched down to you. A hand went to your jaw, his fingers pressing into your cheeks as he stared into your eyes.

"You look so fuckin' pretty like this," He compliments.

Unbeknownst to you, despite trying to wipe yourself clean, you still had streaks of tears running down your face and saliva was still sliding out of the corner of your mouth. Sukuna tilted his head and pulled your face close to his own for a second before you felt his tongue near your chin.

The same mess that had dripped out of your mouth, he was licking it up, dragging his tongue up along your skin before he got to your lips. Then, he pecked your lips for only a split second before moving to your cheek. Your eyes went wide when he licked the salty tears off your face.

"S-Sukuna," You whispered, your voice slightly hoarse from your actions.

He pulls his mouth away from your face and when he looks at you, his face is completely straight, "What?"

You swallow hard, "I..." You gazed back and forth between his left and right eyes desperately before taking one of your hands and grabbing ahold of one of his, moving his palm in between your legs, "I n-need you..."

A laugh spilled from his lips, there was nothing more that turned him on than seeing you needy for him. You feel his middle and ring finger press up against your pussy, moving to rub a slow and torturous circle.

"Getting your throat fucked wasn't enough, huh?" He coos, mocking you with his facial expressions.

You shake your head, completely void of embarrassment by this point and too eager to get something more.

Sukuna takes his fingers away from you and you whine. "Words." He hums.

"N-No, it's not enough-," You're cut off with a gasp when his fingers press into you again, "Mmh... I... I want you to fuck me..." You say timidly, watching the way his eyes dilate and deciding to continue with your pleas, "P-Please... f-fuck, I need it so bad..."

With a dramatic roll of his eyes, the man leans back a little and takes his hand completely away from you, "Fine, fine..." He sighs, lifting his fingers to his face and looking at them. Sukuna smiles at the way your liquid has seeped through two layers of clothing and onto his skin, "Holy fuck," He lets out that sexy chuckle of his, "You're fuckin' soaked..."

With that, the man stands to his feet and pulls you up to your feet along with him. There's so much heat in between your legs that you could feel what he was referring to, feeling the way every inch of you is heated and your wetness coats your crotch.

The male grabs your wrist and then tugs you along with him, pulling you out of the bathroom and heading toward his bed.

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You didn't know what to expect.

There was nothing that could've prepared you for Sukuna. Everything about him aroused you. From the way he had you lay down on your stomach, to the way he ran his fingers over your body as he undressed you, and even to the sound of his commanding words-- he didn't fail to have you a wet mess.

"Arch that back f'me," Sukuna voiced out to you from behind.

Everything you'd previously been wearing was discarded completely, lost to the bedroom floor. It was like your body was moving on its own, your face rested against the mattress as you lifted your hips and then arched your back.

Sukuna let out a hum and then tilted his head at the sight, inspecting the curve of your back before he placed a single hand into your arch. You could feel the tip of his hard cock brush over your entrance before he pushed down on your back a bit.

He inhales sharply, "You can arch more than that, can't you?" He asks, his other hand going to your hip.

You let out a whine as you parted your legs further than they already were and then dipped your back into the mattress even more, creating a slutty arch for the man behind you.

"Thaaat's it," Sukuna praises, his hand leaving your back and going to his cock, "You better stay like that too." He hums, his fingers working to stroke himself at the sight.

You wiggled your hips back a little and then glanced over your shoulder and to him, "Sukuna please..."

"Please what?" He scoffs.

You forced your hips back slightly, feeling his tip brush over you again and using the motion to answer his question. Sukuna's eyes drop down to the sight and he smiles before pushing himself forward only a little bit.

The man rubs his tip in between your folds, teasing you and watching your moisture spread all over him.

"H-Hah... put it in, p-please?" You whined.

He smirked and then moved his hands, clasping them together and then placing them behind his head, "Do it yourself," Sukuna said.

You were so frustratingly aroused. An annoyed grumble left your lips as you shifted a hand under your body and back to him. You felt around for a second before you were able to grab ahold of his cock, shifting yourself backward and lining him up with your cunt.

You had to bite back a moan as you felt his tip press over your clit for a moment before you pushed him back into place. Sukuna watched the whole thing, smiling at the way you struggled.

That was, until he saw you backing yourself up and he felt his tip pressing into you. His eyes widen, not expecting you to figure it all out so quickly, and then his hands shoot down to your hips to hold you. Sukuna didn't want you to think you won anything so he took control again and started to push his hips forward.

Your jaw drops as his cock enters you, the stretch causing whines and slight whimpers to leave your lips. "F-Fuck... you're so b-big... aah..." You moaned, your words going straight to his ego.

Sukuna continues to ease himself into your warmth, trying not to toss his head back or grunt as he squeezes into you. "You can take it," He claims, his grip on your hips suddenly growing tight as he pushes over halfway in.

Instead of pushing all the way in, he almost all the way out and then decides to thrust every inch of himself into you with a loud smack of his pelvis to your ass, along with a moan from you, filling the room.

Your hand instantly goes to grip the bedding beside you and your jaw remains dropped, a filthy moan pouring from your lips. His cock reached so deep into you, filling you up, stretching you out, and even nestling right against your g-spot.

"Oh m-my-," Your words fall off your tongue as he pulls out again and then slams right back in with ease, giving you barely any time to adjust to his length.

Sukuna's behind you with tense brows, breathing heavily as he adjusts to the way your pussy sucks every inch of him in like it's nothing, feeling the way your gummy walls clamp around him and losing himself in how good it feels. "So fuckin' tight..." He groans, his fingernails digging into your skin.

The man then works another slow pace, only for barely even a minute before he's thrusting into you harshly just as he was in your mouth beforehand. The loud squelch of your cunt gushing around his cock could be heard all throughout the room, sounds drilling into your ears and leaving you to only imagine the mess you were making.

Sukuna's dick was so damn big, hitting every mushy spot inside you without even trying, the sensation leaving you to bite onto the sheet below to conceal your sounds of pleasure. The tip of his cock would just ram into your cervix, kissing your insides so sloppily that it felt good and left you a moaning mess below.

Hell, it was so pleasurable that you didn't even realize you came until he said something.

Scoffing loudly, Sukuna'e eyes are down on his cock steadily getting smothered in your liquids, smiling at the sight, "Aagh... Fuuuuck... You're drippin' all over my cock like a fuckin' slut, shit..."

"S-Sukuna... feels s'good..." You mumble out to the man.

He smirks, "Yeah?"

You try to nod but your words lead him to go from harsh thrusts to pounding into your sopping hole, feeling the way he begins to pull your hips back to meet his thrusts. Your moans begin to come out broken and you could feel every vein of his cock sliding so perfectly against your walls.

Then, to make it worse, of course the man decides to taunt you, bringing a single hand to your hair and tugging your head up only slightly. Your eyes are hazily met with a mirror that's propped up not too far from the bed, seeing the way your body jerks forward with his every thrust.

"See yourself?" Sukuna hums, moving to lean down to your ear, "Look at how well you take my cock," His voice flows into your ears, making you moan and squeeze around him.

He releases your hair and then leans up again, moving to bring a hand down to your ass with a harsh smack. The loud slapping of skin echoes through the room and you think your legs are beginning to shake as his thrusts are relentless.

Sukuna moves his hands to your back, pressing into it and weighing his body over yours a little, forcing your arch impossibly further, "Mmmgh... look at that..." He comments, his eyes on the way your folds spread around his cock and watching the way he just fucks in and out of your hole, "Can you feel that, hm? Feel how deep I am?"

You're on cloud nine by this point, holding onto the bedding for dear life and barely able to respond to him with anything more than a weak, "Mmhmm..."

He smiles and then slaps your ass harshly, the smack loud as he continues to please you. In between thrusts, he speaks to you so lowly, "Use... your... words," Sukuna groans.

Your eyes roll to the back of your head and you moan, "Y-Yes, fuuck... You're s-so deep... p-please," You weren't sure what it was you were pleading for but you whined nonetheless.

His name began to leave your lips in whimpers as you experienced another orgasm.

Sukuna eases off you, only a little, his hips still snapping into yours and causing your ass to ripple with his every thrust. His hands relax off your body and he moves to wipe sweat from his forehead, biting his lower lip at the slick and filthy mess you were making of his cock.

He smacks your ass again and again, enjoying the sound of the contact and the way you whine and moan in reaction. "What a needy whore you are," Sukuna comments, "Squeezin' around my cock so desperately. Even when I'm this deep inside you, you still can't get enough, huh?"

You could barely voice a response anymore, too wrapped up in the way his tip kept ramming into your cervix. "Hhngh... a-aah... S'kuna... oh fu-uck..." You mumbled, the sound of your struggle making him toss his head back.

"You were so needy 'nd now you can't even take it?" He scoffs before rolling his head back into place. Sukuna looks over to the mirror, seeing the fucked out expression on your face. You can feel the way his cock twitches at the sight, threatening to spill his seed into you.

He then thrusts deep in, too deep. So deep that your jaw goes slack and you instinctively try to pull your hips away from him. The sight drives Sukuna mad, seeing the way you're trying to crawl away from him slightly for a break.

He shakes his head and grabs ahold of your hips, "Don't fuckin' run," Sukuna growls, "Take it, you slut. You begged for it 'nd now you have it so take it."

Again, your eyes roll back, "M-Mmgh... please, please... it's t-too mu-uch..." You whined, though, it was only becoming such because you were creaming around him yet again, forming a messy white ring around the base of his cock that covered the tattoo there.

Sukuna looks down at the connection, "Shiit... pussy's just leakin' f'me," He comments filthly.

"A-Aagnh..." Your eyes are just stuck in the back of your head, especially as he moves to grab ahold of your hair again.

He gives you a mean pull and your body lifts off the bed as he just pounds into your cunt, the wet, sloppy, creamy, gushing sounds loud and slick all throughout the room.

Sukuna moves to your ear and he wraps an arm around your body, his hand going to your clit and making you spasm in his hold, "You're so fucking filthy," He hums lowly into your ear, "Look at the mess you're makin'." The man says before releasing the grip on your hair.

You're forced to look in the mirror and you can see the white mess dripping off his cock as he thrusts into you. The sight is so lewd and obscene, making you whine while he starts to aggressively rub over your clit.

It's all too much for you. You couldn't even moan anymore, simply taking his cock with a slack jaw and slight whiney whimpers leaving your trembling lips. Then, Sukuna moves his free hand around your neck and forces you to look at him.

His eyes are so low on yours, so clouded with lust and desire that it's intoxicating. His lips press into your quivering ones and you gasp as he pinches your clit and knocks into you just right.

Your legs were trembling terribly, thighs threatening to draw together as he fucked you so roughly. Everything was too much and you were reaching a level of high only one person's ever been able to bring you to.

"S'kuna-," You moan, just barely into his lips.

He grunts in response.

"M'gonna... f-fu-uck..." You tried to warn him but he ended up ignoring you and dropping his mouth to your neck, biting and sucking on your skin.

He pulls away only a little to whisper to you in a surprisingly gentle tone, "Do it then," Sukuna says, knowing exactly what you were about to do, "Squirt all over my cock, c'mon, don't be shy..."

You shudder within his grasp just before he lets go of your neck and his fingers rub all too fast over your clit. You do just as he told you to, not exactly on command but, still squirting as your entire body quakes and you fall forwards, going nearly limp due to the sensation.

The bedding is an absolute mess as you come undone, all as Sukuna pulls out for only a moment while you squirm and gasp below him.

His brows raise slightly in amusement, "Good girl," Sukuna praises, "Think' you can do it again?"

Your eyes go wide and you turn your head back to him. Technically, you know you can, you've done it before, multiple times actually, with Choso. But even so, your high has just barely died down and you could feel Sukuna sliding right back into you.

He grins at you, "Hm?"

You shake your head no.

Sukuna chuckles, "That's cute but," He leans forward a little, "I know you can do it again."

"Hah... Sukuna, p-please..." You whine, feeling him slowly roll his hips into you.

He raises a serious brow, "Want' me to stop?"

You bite your bottom lip, hazily debating a few things in your head before whispering, "N-No... but... can you go s-slower?"

Slower? With the way you were squeezing around him? Hell no, Sukuna knew he wouldn't last long enough to go slow, that's why he never did to begin with.

He frowns, "Slower? S'that what you really want?" He asks almost agonizingly, pressing his pelvis against your ass and making your eyes widen at how full he has you and the way his cock is just jammed against your g-spot.

You were seconds away from spazzing again, quickly shaking your head no to the man.

Sukuna chuckles and draws his hips back before snapping them forward, "Make up your mind, woman." He teases, "You want me to go slow," He does it again, pressing into that gummy spot inside you before pulling out and thrusting harshly again, "Or fast?"

Your lips part and a shaky breath leaves you before you're able to properly say something. "Ha-ah... fuck... f-fast," You whimper.

He heard you perfectly fine but decided to taunt you further, moving his hands to the bed beside your waist and leaning near your ear, his breath hitting your skin as he spoke, "Speak up," Sukuna orders before he mashes into you again.

"N-Nngh... a-ahh... fast, Sukuna... fuck..." You moan out, earning a wide smile from him.

"Atta' girl," Sukuna purrs slowly before shifting his position.

You're quick to lose your mind after that.

The man has this stamina like no other and you simply sit there and take his mean thrusts and degrading words for the next hour or so...

GOJO SATORU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

GETO SUGURU ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

TOJI FUSHIGURO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢

KAMO CHOSO ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙈𝙚𝙙𝙞𝙪𝙢 / 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ZEN'IN NAOYA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙀𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚𝙡𝙮 𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮

ITADORI SUKUNA ✔︎ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: 𝙎𝙚𝙢𝙞-𝙀𝙖𝙨𝙮???

NANAMI KENTO ☐ 𝘛𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘋𝘪𝘧𝘧𝘪𝘤𝘶𝘭𝘵𝘺: ???

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[thehusbandoden]

MHA Men When You're Sick - Bakugo Katsuki, Todoroki Shoto, and Hawks (separately ofc)

A/n: I've had a pounding head and a sore throat since yesterday lol, so here's a little comfort thing.

General info:

Genre: comfort&fluff \\ wc: 755 \\ female reader \\ posted: 03/27/24

Bakugo Katsuki (313 words)

“You need to take this, brat. It will help you.”  

You whine childishly, burying your flushed face in Bakugo’s neck. You’ve had a high fever for days. You were too stubborn to tell Bakugo, not wanting to add anything to his heavy workload. He figured out what was happening the third day in and has kept you on bed rest ever since.  

You were currently fully on top of him, curled into his chest, face buried in his neck. The thought of taking medicine filled you with dread, all you wanted was your hubby’s cuddles.

“Baby, you need to take this.” Bakugo let out a long sigh, doing his best to be patient. His attempts were in vain, your whining pushing him to the edge. He gently pushes you off of him, standing up. You let out a whimper from the lack of the comforting contact, looking up at your partner of two years.  

You give him a pout, trying to guilt him to get back in bed. He sighs, measuring out the appropriate medicine. “I’ll come back for cuddles once you take this, okay?”  

You huff, crossing your arms. You do your very best to stay stubborn, but you grew more and more desperate to get your pillow husband back. You reluctantly open your mouth, allowing the pro hero to spoon feed you your medicine. He watches you strictly, making sure you take every last drop.  

Once you do, he relaxes, putting the spoon and bottle down before crawling back into bed. You don’t waste a second, crawling onto him with a giggle. You rub your cheek up against his collarbone and chest, melting into your beloved hubby.  

Bakugo let out a dramatic sigh, trying to keep up his tsundere act. He stroked your hair fondly, even as he acted like he didn’t find you cute- which he does, but he won’t ever admit it.  

(Bakugo's masterlist)

Shoto (303 words)

(He looks so sweet when he smiles T^T)

The sweet sound of happy squeals and giggles arouses you from your slumber. You groan softly, opening your eyes to see your two-year-old twins crawling on top of you and your husband. You grimace as your head pounds.  

You run a hand through the older twin’s hair before shaking Shoto gently. “Baby?” You whisper, he blinks his eyes open, smiling at the sight of you.  

“Yes darling?” He whispers, his hand finding yours.  

“I really don’t feel well this morning...” Shoto frowns, sitting up to kiss your forehead tenderly. He caresses your hair for a few moments before turning to the twins, his eyes lighting up at the sight of your happy babies.  

“Why don’t you rest? I can watch the twins before I go to work? How bad is it, I can call in if I need to.”  

You groan, not wanting to burden the man you adored. He worked hard enough already; he didn’t need yet another thing on his shoulders.  

Before you can protest, Shoto shoots you a look, silently telling you to just relax for once. Shoto knows better than anyone that you work as hard as he does, though you never take credit for it.  

“I-I really need you here today.” You mumble, looking down in embarrassment. You felt foolish for burdening your husband.  

“I’ll call in. Let me get these rascals into the living room and I’ll come check up on you again, okay?” He smiles softly at you, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, and finally your lips. You try to pull away, grimacing.  

“You’ll get sick.” You pout.  

“And?” He smiles softly, pecking your lips twice before standing up, chasing the twins out of the room, their cackles of joy making your head pound and your heart to swell with pride and joy.  

(Sho's masterlist)

Hawks (149 words)

“Babybird!” Hawks screams dramatically, diving full-force into the glass door on your balcony. You frown, quickly opening the door to help him up.  

“You said you weren’t feeling good?!” Hawks asked, obviously panicking. He didn’t blink an eye to the pain he had just inflicted on himself.  

“I just have a headache baby, it’s not that big of a deal.” You sigh fondly. Hawks takes you in his arms, kissing your forehead and temples.  

“Nothing a little cuddling can’t fix...” he grins, pecking your lips and nose before carrying you bridal style towards the couch.  

You can’t help but giggle, enjoying the pampering you’re getting. “You’re a goof, my love.” You smile, stroking his jaw.  

“I’m your goof.” He smirks, kissing your cheeks and nose. 

“That you are, and you always will be.” You grin, leaning up to press a loving kiss to his lips, which he happily reciprocates.  

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[glitter-epoch]

Hiii, always love to see people obsessing over love and deepspace (bc I'm addicted too), can I please request zayne fic about his hands and fingers? Can be suggestive, can be pure smut, up to you lol, ok thanks byee

HIII yes i can!!! i can't believe my first request is a zayne's hands request this feels like a gift. thank you for requesting i hope you like!!!

[ there’s a part 2 now :) ] ☄. *. ⋆ gn! reader | 2.8k words | suggestive, not smut | zayne gives reader stitches but it's deliberately not described in detail/no mentions of needles/blood

“my lunch break ends in fifteen minutes,” zayne had said, staring past your head in thought. “it would be a waste of time to check you in.” 

you stood there in the bustling lobby of akso hospital, one paper-towel-bound hand pressed to the sliced skin over your hipbone, and waited. surely he wasn’t telling you to just leave. you were only friends, so it’s not like he had an obligation to you; but he was your primary care doctor, and...

and. there was, is, an and. you’re not sure what exactly to call it, and zayne is so adonis-like you’re embarrassed to even suggest he might like you.  

“i’m sorry,” you said in earnest, a little surprised by his usual coldness that you’d arrogantly assumed would thaw upon seeing your injury. “i didn’t mean for you to drop everything for me. i should have gone to an urgent care, or something, i just thought since you’re here...” 

zayne looked down from the spot over your head, clearly removed from his pensive mood. his intention to argue with you was clear, but he held his tongue stonily until you finished your rambling. 

“no,” he replied. “you should never go to another doctor. i was just thinking.” 

you blushed like an idiot. “ever?” you mocked. 

“mm,” he murmured, back to thinking again. he brought his forearm to circle the small of your back, not touching, and motioned you forward. “come with me.” 

and now, here you are: sitting on the grey sofa in front of the wall-length window, early afternoon light bleeding white all over zayne’s office. for a few moments, he’s left you alone to gather materials, and you relish in what feels like a small victory. 

i’ve been personally invited to the office.  

not like it’s the first time, though.  

zayne returns with a small kit swallowed by the size of his pale hands; the sleeves of his button-down pinned up to his elbows. you shift, balancing your weight unnaturally on one leg. His eyes snag on you as he grabs his glasses from his desk (far taller than the tabletop, he must lean down to grab those, too). 

“lay down,” zayne commands.  

you blink, glancing around to try to figure out the most convenient position to get into for him to work. by the time he’s come over and sat down on the glass table in front of you, you’re still sitting up. 

“you can put your head on the armrest and your feet that way,” he nods, not a hint of impatience in his deep voice. “i can see you squirming. when you sit up like you are, you’re putting pressure on the wound. it must hurt.” 

“i haven’t even shown you the wound,” you retort, not sure why you’re arguing so much- and swallowing a wince as you turn to prop your head up on the side of the sofa.  

“i see your handywork,” zayne replies. he pulls on a pair of blue latex gloves and they snap quietly against his wrists. he’s clearly careful not to let the noise be too loud. “hm.” 

you frown in place of a (shameful) gulp at the sight of the gloves hugging his hands.  

“is this bad?” you ask. “i’m sorry. i tried not to mess with it too much.” 

zayne pieces through the small kit on the table beside him. even his rummaging is succinct; long fingers deftly parsing through the stack of metal utensils inside. he comes up with two sets of narrow pliers and a cotton round.  

he passes the pliers through his fingers like pencils, balancing them between his knuckles, and pours a solvent that looks like lens cleaner onto the cotton pad. 

“not bad,” he says, eyes on the pliers as he polishes them. “the paper towel is fine. but you got it wet beforehand.” 

“and that’s bad?” 

“you’ll be alright,” he murmurs- or maybe he always sounds like that- and discards the cotton round. the corners of his lips just barely curl. “you won’t die, i suppose.” 

“well, i’d hope not. it’s just a cut.” 

“and what did you do this time?” zayne demands softly, fishing in the kit for what you now realize will be sutures.  

“i had an assignment with xavier and failed to climb a fence.” 

“you impaled yourself, then,” he remarks coldly. “and xavier.” 

he sets a roll of sterile surgical threads on a wider cotton pad and turns his eyes to your midriff, which is still mostly covered by your shirt; wound hiding beneath it.  

“xavier, yeah,” you inhale deeply, mentally preparing for the stitches. “my partner. i’ve mentioned him, i think.” 

“yes, you have,” zayne says. his voice is strained. then he inhales, a whole breath through his nose, mouth closed in stoic secrecy; and nods to your hips. “lift your shirt, please.” 

you’re grateful that he’s given you a task and you don’t have to look him in his eyes after that tiny display of disdain (for your partner? for your hips? hopefully the former?). But as you lift your shirt, the paper towel comes loose. 

“ouch,” you hiss. 

you realize you’re probably stressing him out.  

“it’s not bad,” you add, uncharacteristically hoarse. 

“it’s not,” zayne agrees softly, eyeing the wound with his usual cold stare. his eyes refuse to flicker above or below the cut, which rests just over the shallow ridge of your hipbone, right above the line of your trousers. “but it hurts, i'm sure.” 

you nod. “sure.” 

“sure,” he repeats, almost as if to mock you, almost as if he’s just making sure he heard you right.  

zayne busies himself preparing a cotton round of saline, and in the middle of this, says, 

“you’ll have to unbutton your pants. can you fold the waistband over?” 

your neck is suddenly clammy. “oh. yeah, sure.” 

“if you can’t fold them down far enough, you’ll have to take them off.” 

your eyes blow out like glass. 

zayne, whom you suspected might have been deliberately extending the length of his cotton-round-preparing, is surprisingly the one to smile first. almost wickedly. “i would get you a cover, of course.” 

“oh, how nice of you.” 

he laughs barely, an exhale from his nose. you unbutton your trousers, fabric shifting against metal.  

he inhales at the sound. 

the blue latex over his knuckles catches light from the windows. you watch moments later as he threads the sutures, fascinated by how efficient his hands are. they’re longer than they are wide, and slender, not bear-like; but big nonetheless. and yet his fingers move like knitting needles, never missing a beat, never shaking. “would you like to do it yourself?” zayne asks suddenly. 

his voice is like a hum, always vibrating in his chest. 

you bristle. “god, no.” 

“then why are you staring?”  

you’re hoping he won’t finish on that very word, but he does, and he looks at you with his usual resolve of steel. you decide that no answer is the only good answer, and instead say, 

“okay. good luck. don’t mess up, please.” 

he chuckles and leans over you, the breadth of his sharp shoulders blocking the sun. “i never mess up.”   

the words ‘mess’ and ‘up,’ are foreign on his tongue, like he’d never refer to a mistake so casually, like he’s never made one in his life. he probably hasn’t, you think. 

zayne lifts up the cotton round, which is practically the size of a pea in his hand. “i’m going to clean around it. the solution may sting, but not much. it will be over fast.” 

you nod. “sure.” 

he chuckles again. “sure,” he hums, and then, before he presses down, “here.” 

he swipes the cotton round over your hipbone, startlingly light. goosebumps rise instantly on your flesh. his fingers are icy, even through the gloves; they radiate cold like a lamp radiates heat.  

zayne is kind enough not to mention your instant squirming and moves quickly to start the sutures. 

“this will be fast, too,” he says, looking unwaveringly into your eyes. like he’s trying to will the fear out of you. “not as fast as that, but faster than you’d imagine.” 

you nod. “sure.” 

“there it is again,” he smiles. “sure.” 

you grin incredulously. “i don’t know what else to say. you’re about to stab me.” 

his smile is thin and almost prideful as he grabs his glasses and slips them on. he leans over your hips, then looks up at you; pushing them up the bridge of his nose. 

“aren’t you glad it’s me, at least, and not some stranger?” 

you’re busy inhaling and exhaling like a horse, trying to calm down. “i am glad it’s you, yes.” 

your desperation throws him and his jaw sets like a stone, adam’s-apple bobbing.  

“alright,” zayne says, nearly whispering. “now.” 

he begins the sutures. you gasp, instantly, at first through your nose and then through your mouth; which pops open unwittingly. it’s nearly a whine. 

“i know,” zayne murmurs, leaning back a tiny bit as he works; so his face is visible to you. “i’m sorry.” 

“it’s okay.” 

you bite down hard and screw your eyes shut, but all you do is flinch each time his fingers move. he stops almost instantaneously, like pulling the plug on a treadmill. 

“look at me,” zayne says, deep voice rumbling against your thigh.  

you peel one eye open and then the other. 

“i know it hurts,” he says gently. “but you can’t move. i could seriously hurt you.” 

“sorry, sorry,” you nod. “i know.” 

the pools of his eyes are clear. he’s resolute in his instructions as he speaks, every word confident. 

“breathe the entire time, through every suture. i can work while your stomach moves; i can’t work if you’re flinching away.” 

“okay.” 

his brows lift. “okay?” 

again, you nod. “okay. i’m sorry.” 

“no apologies,” zayne says. 

he presses his hand flat to the side of your belly that’s unharmed, the tips of his long fingers just barely curling around the slope of your waist. you inhale slowly at that, blinking rapidly. his hand is cool as glass.  

you panic, as if he can somehow feel the coil that winds up in your stomach; watching his fingers splayed across your navel.  

“i’m going to try again,” he says. you can feel the words all the way down to his fingertips. then his thumb moves, caressing the skin just over your waistband. “breathe.” 

well, i can’t now. 

“got it,” you grind out. 

“good,” zayne hums. “three, two, one...” 

and it starts again. you bite down, tongue taut to the roof of your mouth. 

“don’t,” zayne warns, stern as ever, but his fingers keep working. “breathe. i can see whether you’re doing it.” 

the coil in your stomach tightens. you peel your eyes open and watch him work, knuckles grazing over the soft, thin flesh that’s been revealed from behind the waistband of your trousers.  

his eyes flash away from your navel as you start to watch. moments later, you’re stunned to see how laser-focused he is, pupils never moving from your cut.  

“do you ever get nervous doing this?” you ask, apt to make the time pass faster by talking. like your mouth isn’t wet just watching him do his job. “are you nervous?” 

“no.” his reply is instant. “i’ve done this hundreds of times.” 

you’re stunned. “i would be nervous.” 

“you are nervous,” zayne murmurs. “close your eyes.” 

the ball of his wrist presses into the juncture of your hipbone.  

“no,” you gasp. too fast. 

zayne’s fingers slow, utensils suspended. he looks up at you, somehow feeling taller still. “no?” 

you shake your head. “i-i don’t like not knowing what you’re going to do next.” 

oh, sure.  

he’s stopped working at this point, watching you like a hawk. “then i’ll tell you what i’m going to do before i do it.” 

“that’s okay,” you exhale. i’m dying. 

zayne’s eyes rove over yours, not unkind, but uncaring about how visible his assessment of you is. clinical, even still. the corners of his lips curl up.  

you’re not sure how it’s possible for your stomach to drop while laying flat on your back, but it does; your ears hot as irons.  

he goes back to work without another word. you’re so embarrassed, you finally shut your eyes and let your head weigh on the armrest until he’s done. 

“alright,” zayne says. “that’s it. don’t move.” 

you keep your eyes shut, nodding. “i really can’t thank you enough, i-” 

“watch.” 

for a moment, you lay there. then you open your eyes, peering down at him, too uncertain to be shocked yet. “what?” 

zayne takes his small kit from the table and places it on your lap. you startle, blink, as he sifts through the contents of it. gloves still on.  

“this is another cleanser,” he hums, his voice uncharacteristically musical. “i’m going to clean around the sutures.” 

you stare incredulously at him. “...okay.” 

he’s not fooled by your aloofness. zayne’s right hand works slow circles with a cotton round around your cut; the other comes down flat to keep the waistband of your trousers from getting in his way. both are cold to the touch; never quite warming.  

your jaws come apart and you barely manage to stop your mouth from falling open as discards the cotton round and takes the corner of your waistband into his hand. 

he buttons your trousers; pulls the zipper up. 

you watch like a fool. then, when he’s done, and you think you’ll have to admit to what you’re thinking, he furrows his brows at your face.  

“did you cut yourself here, too?” he murmurs. 

“where?” you croak. 

zayne shakes his head and slowly peels off the gloves; letting them slide slowly off his fingers. “mm. here.” 

he reaches forward and spreads fingers to cup your temples. one thumb glides over your browbone, low enough that you can see it; four or five times before removing his kit from your hips and leaning back.  

you exhale harshly and move to sit up, wondering if you’ll be able to somehow flee the office without another word. 

“not yet,” zayne says. “lay back again. you don’t have to put your head back; just lean back.” 

and you do it, instantly, because...well, because.  

zayne pulls a rectangular gauze pad with an adhesive border from the small kit. then he leans forward- he'd be positioned between your legs, if you opened them- and pulls your shirt up once more. 

as he presses the bandage over your sutured wound, it seems like even he can’t look at you. but his usually statuesque expression is lifted with amusement, plus something more sinister.  

“you like to watch me work,” he hums. 

his fingers dip under your waistband to smooth the bandage over. 

“shut up,” you bite. 

he leans back and watches you with no further offerings- words or otherwise medically dubious practices- and looks quite pleased. his breath is ragged, though; chest lifting and caving. 

“thank you,” you exhale. your tongue darts out over your lips.  

his pupils are swollen. “sure.” 

you grin, caught off guard by the joke. it sounds ridiculous in his voice.  

“my break will be ending,” zayne says, stony as ever once again as he walks to his desk.  

you stand, smoothing your hair down like something far more scandalous just occurred than stitches. 

“what do i owe you?” you ask. this earns a genuine, icy glare. 

“nothing,” zayne replies, pulling on his white jacket and grabbing his things. “but go to the front desk before you leave. i’m going to call in a prescription ointment for you.” 

you blink at him, thrice. a little dizzy. “oh, wow. thank you.” 

as zayne strides to the door, you think he might genuinely leave you there without another word. but he takes the door handle, and, almost shy, turns over his shoulder and says, 

“i’d like to stay with you, but i can’t. i’ll be working until dinner.” 

“no, no,” you rush, stepping to meet him at the door. “i’m fine. thank you so much, for doing this. i was just thinking.” 

he still can’t look at you, but at that; zayne grins. 

“i’ll call you when i get home,” he says. then, “is that okay?” 

you swallow. “of course.” 

“i want to know how the sutures feel in a couple of hours,” he adds. 

“oh, sure,” you tease. 

his eyes darken, like darts. you’re almost afraid.  

zayne opens the door for you and waits for you to pass by, eyes full of mirth as he looks down at you. “i’m glad i could be of service.” 

he raps his fingers on a clipboard until you look away. you blush feverishly all the way down the hall at how he says ‘service.’ 

☄. *. ⋆

this is not how you do stitches nor how you sterilize utensils. anyways FIRST POST. lol. anon if you or anyone else wants a part 2 of this (nsfw) i wiiiiiill do it lmk

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[buckybabesonly]

Dirty Little Secret

Summary: You believe Bucky doesn’t even remember your name, not knowing he moans it to himself at night.

Part 2 - Dirty Little Confession

Pairing: Bucky x Female!Reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Masturbation (male)

Word count: 1.4K

A/N: Wrote this on my phone lol sorry for any potential errors. Just wanted to get a little smutty post out there. Also - thanks for nearly 400 followers in just over one week of starting this blog! I’m so happy 🥲 Enjoy!

“Hey. Are you listening?”

A pair of fingers snapped in front of your eyes, breaking you out of your reverie. You blinked in embarrassment as Natasha scowled at you playfully.

“Seriously though, did you listen to anything I just said?”

“No,” you confessed sheepishly.

Her eyes followed your line of sight, landing on a certain Bucky Barnes.

“Ah. You started writing ‘Mrs Bucky Barnes’ across your notepads yet?”

You blushed, heat rising to your cheeks. Were you that obvious? You supposed that one would have to be blind not to notice the goo-goo eyes you gave Bucky all the time whenever he was in the vicinity.

He had arrived at the compound just a few months ago, settling in to his new reformed life away from his history as the Winter Soldier. Steve did his best to help him adjust, and from what you could tell, he was fairly quiet and kept to himself.

“He’s kind of exactly my type,” you confessed to Natasha quietly, biting on your lower lip.

“I see. You like a guy with a high body count, huh.”

“Nat!” You exclaimed, slapping her arm as she snickered at the double entendre. “Not funny.”

“Hey, he gave me this.” Natasha yanked up her top, showing off her scar just above the hipbone. “I’m allowed to be mean to him.”

You grumbled in response as Natasha leant closer, cocking an eyebrow. “Anyway, as I was saying, I really need you to help me run some analysis on this equipment we picked up from…”

You shuffled through the compound hallways, a stack of files in your arms. You rounded a corner sharply, almost colliding with a tall, dark figure who sidestepped you neatly.

“Jesus Christ!” Though a collision had been avoided, you squawked in shock nonetheless, promptly dropping the files onto the floor.

“Ah, shit. Sorry,” Bucky said, quickly kneeling down to collect them.

“Oh god, I’m sorry,” you floundered, cheeks flushing red. He straightened up and stacked the files on your arms neatly, his long fingers brushing against yours ever so slightly. His eyes met yours as he offered you a half smile, the corners of his lips quirking up.

His irises were a gorgeous, gray blue, and you silently noted that you had never been stood so close to him before. He smelt so good, and he looked even better in his tight tactical gear.

“Thank you,” you stuttered, wanting to kick yourself at how ruffled you sounded. The effect this man had on you was unfair.

“You’re welcome…” he paused deliberately, and you offered your name to him eagerly. He repeated it, and you loved the way the syllables sounded on his tongue.

“See you around,” he said casually before he strode off again, leaving you a flustered mess in the hallway.

Okay, at least step one was accomplished - he finally knew your name, even if he might not remember it.

You sighed, knowing your little schoolgirl crush was going to be the death of you.

Bucky lay in bed that night, as he did most nights since coming to the compound, with his hands down his pants.

He liked to start off slow, usually. On the odd occasion, he would want it fast, his hands working overtime on his cock as he showered, water streaming over his body as he pumped himself to completion. He would cum hard each time, bracing himself against the shower tiles, your name on his lips.

But usually he liked to take his time. Enjoyed painting a picture in his mind, a mental porno in which you were the star.

God, you had been so fucking cute today. Bucky loved watching you squirm, seeing you blush, practically see the blood rushing to your cheeks.

He had playfully orchestrated the encounter in the hallway, able to smell your subtle perfume with his elevated senses (it had the smell of vanilla and sakura blossoms) as you power walked through the compound.

He was delighted when you practically unravelled in front of him just from a simple stare and a sweep of his fingers. He wondered what you would be like if he ever got you in front of him, naked, ready to take his cock.

His hand palmed his semi-hard erection as he settled back against the pillows, eyes closed. He teased himself, fingers gently tapping his dick, pulling slightly at his balls.

Your face was fixed in his mind. He recalled your wide, shocked eyes, your mouth open in a small ‘O’ as you gasped.

He imagined that mouth stretching wider, tongue lolling out, asking to suck his cock. You would be on your knees as he stood over you, feeding his dick into your warm cavern, and you would take as much as you could like a good girl. So eager to please.

“Ah, fuck,” Bucky hissed, pulling down the hem of his sweatpants and freeing himself completely.

His cock was heavy and thick as it lay against his stomach, twitching slightly as his mind filled itself with the most lewd images of you.

Of course he knew your name. He had asked Steve for it after the first few times he’d spotted you, playing it off as a casual inquiry.

He moaned it now as he dragged drops of his pre-cum down his shaft, wishing it was your hands that was wrapped around his length.

Somehow he found it thrilling, the idea of you believing that he had no clue who you were. He wondered what your reaction would be if you could see him now, rendered a horny, sweaty mess as he masturbated to thoughts of you and only you.

He imagined you spread out in front of him, legs wide, panting and begging for him to fuck your tight pussy. He would slap the head of his cock against your entrance, dragging it against your wet folds, teasing.

In reality, he knew that if he ever found himself in that position, he wouldn’t be able to hold back. Hell, he’d be the one begging you to let him fuck you.

“Yeah, you like that, baby?” Bucky grunted, his hand beginning to move at a steady tempo. If he went too fast, he would definitely cum within seconds, and he wanted to make this last.

He imagined being able to fondle your soft breasts, imagined being able use his mouth on your nipples, wanting to suckle on your tits. He imagined being allowed to kiss every inch of your body, from your toes, up the inner thighs, through the valley of your breasts and to your lips.

He would kiss you with passion and fire, tongue searching yours, wet and hot and needy. He would cup his hand behind your neck, fuck into you slowly and make you moan his name into his mouth.

He tried to imagine how that would sound like, high pitched and breathy.

“Beg for me,” Bucky said aloud, his hand moving up and down his cock as he fantasised about it moving in and out of your cunt instead. “God, beg me to cum inside you.”

He bet your soaking pussy would feel ten times better than jerking off alone in his room, but for now, this was the best he could get. He imagined rutting into you, hard, watching you shake under him as you became undone.

“You gonna let me cum inside you, princess?” He groaned, feeling himself reach the edge. He could see you in his mind, touching your own clit, pleasuring yourself as Bucky’s fat cock disappeared inside you over and over and over again.

You would beg for him to breed you, to fill you up, that sweet mouth speaking the filthiest words.

“Ah - ah fuck, I’ll give it to you, you’re taking it all like a good girl,” Bucky gasped, his hand clenching around his thick, veiny cock before he released all the pent up sexual frustration inside.

Creamy, hot ropes of cum spurted out, onto his stomach. He steadily stroked himself through the high, imagining you crying out as you orgasmed, imagining you being filled up with his seed.

He envisioned how it would look as he continued to thrust, you letting yourself be used, whimpering at the over stimulation.

Bucky was breathing rapidly, body finally going lax as his sticky hand released his softening cock. His heart was beating rapidly as he licked his lips, sighing longingly.

One day, he thought, almost a prayer, one day I’ll get to see what you look like when you cum.

Part 2 - Dirty Little Confession

#bucky x reader #bucky x female reader #Bucky smut #Bucky Barnes #bucky barnes smut #bucky fic #Bucky x you smut #Bucky x you PWP

[plasticferal]

I need a Matt or Chris smut where they use toys on the reader and overstimulate her pleaseee🙏🏻🙏🏻

don't be shy | chris sturniolo.

authors note: this is my twist on the idea so i hope it's okay. i never proof read sorry lol. thank you for the request!

warnings: 18+, praise!chris, kinda neutral, use of vibrator, overstimulating, unprotected sex, squirting, explicit language. it's kinda filthy, so if you're not into it, don't read. reader discretion strongly advised.

you hardly ever got your house empty, a rarity and gift especially when you haven't had any alone time with chris recently. the second you messaged him that you have an empty house, are half naked and patiently waiting for him on your bed, you knew he'd find any means possible to get himself to you.

the second he appears at your front door, in a baggy t-shirt, fleece shorts and prominent messy bed hair, he's all over you, a burning appetite to please you, to have you all to himself.

his eyes go wide seeing you in nothing but your bra and underwear when you open the door. he doesn't even speak before his hands find themselves under your thighs, lifting you effortlessly. he carries you from the front door, kicking it closed behind him and fixating on your mouth with his own.

chris moans into the kiss, grabbing your ass he makes his way into your bedroom. tossing you on the bed, he shoves his pants down to his waist and you can see his semi-hard cock reacting to the sight of you already, begging to escape from his waistband.

chris crawls over you, tearing his shirt over his head in the process and discarding it on the floor, using his knees to part your legs and he finds himself situated over you. he comfortably hovers in-between your legs, supporting himself up with hands digging into the pillow that your head lays on.

"i missed you so much," his husky voice is deep in your ear, and he kisses under your jawline, neck, lips, nose. every inch of your skin he admires, and missed.

you're panting at the friction chris is making on top of you, grinding into your lace underwear through his boxers. your hair tangles in his hair and his mouth attacks your neck, sucking marks you know you'll have to cover later.

"baby, baby," you tap his shoulder with a shaky breath and point to your bedside table.

he reaches into your drawer to pull out the box of condoms he had left here for the rare occasion you needed it at your house. rummaging around, you hear his hands make contact with something that you know straight away isn’t cardboard.

while he's rummaging with his right hand, his left hands crawls up your shirt, under your bra strap, and squeezes your breast. he moans into your skin as he licks from your neck to behind your ear.

he pulls out the phallic shaped rubber that has a slight hook, and a cord hanging from the end, detaching form your skin, and you're instantly mortified.

your mouth parts open and you watch chris lifts his head. he freezes and his forehead ripples, eyebrows almost touching in the middle with how hard he’s observing the foreign object. he sits up, straddling your legs and sitting back on heels, gripping your vibrator in his hand.

“the fuck is this?” he's viewing it from every angle possible. you feel your face turn hot immediately, covering your mouth and muffling your chuckle.

“chris that’s-” the second you go to explain yourself he presses the dainty little power on button at the bottom, and his eyes go wide, jaw drops and he faces you abruptly.

“oh?” his mouth is still open in shock but the corners turn into a mischievous grin.

"how often do you use it?" his tone is humorous almost, a mix between teasing you and genuine intrigue.

"whenever you're not around," you're hesitant to respond, a wave of embarrassment washing over you.

"so you're my competition, huh?" he jokes to the object he's holding, and all you want to do is rip it from his hands. he's having too much fun with your discomfiture. the second you reach up from laying down to remove it, he yanks it back, shaking his head at you.

"no no, sweetheart,"

"put it down, christopher. oh my god," you whine, running your hands over your face and wanting to smother yourself with a pillow.

you can't believe he's being stubborn over your own toy, and you're fearing more that he won't let you live it down. you've never admit him that you use a vibrator, not that you feel you've needed to, but you had no intention of this being how he finds out.

"does it feel good?" he asks, switching it off to focus on your answer. you shrug, not knowing if he truly wants to hear how good it is when you use it.

your answer should be, it's euphoric, and gets you off a little too quick. of course chris gives a different kind of sensation, and it's almost like his cock was made for you. formed perfectly for your cunt. it's all you think about when you get yourself off. but sometimes, an external orgasm is all you need.

"i asked you a question, y/n" he snaps you out of your thoughts.

when you look at chris again, he's still eyeing the toy in his hand. you can almost physically see the gears in his brain turning, and suddenly chris shuffles off the mattress and positions himself at the end of the bed.

"come closer," he waves his hand, signalling for you to scoot the edge.

"what are you doi-" you sit up to look at him, but he shakes his head is dismissal of your words.

"trust me," he interrupts. "i wanna make you feel good." chris is enliven in the way he speaks.

he's adjusting himself in his boxers before turning his full attention onto you. when you finally shuffle down, spread your legs for him and lay back on the mattress, chris plants one of his knees on the edge of your bed to get a better angle.

he rubs his thumb over your clothed cunt, feeling the wet patch that's evident through the white silk, and you know his mouth is watering at the sight. he hooks one of his fingers underneath, feeling his rough hands brush your clit ever so lightly. he toys with you a little, dancing on your skin as he pushes your panties to the side.

you hear the all too familiar and reassuring buzz of your vibrator being switched back on, the lowest setting creating a light hum in the room. chris grabs one of your ankles, using it to part your legs more as he leans over closer to your heat. using his free hand he spreads your folds open with his index and ring finger, giving him full view.

you have an instinct to clamp your legs shut at his slow, tantalizing movements, your thighs tense with anticipation and chris can feel you squirming.

"don't be shy now, princess" he chuckles, caressing his thumb over your sensitive and needy clit again, circling the bead and using your own wetness to ease his movements.

finally, chris brings the toy in between your thighs and lets the tip connect with where his thumb was, replacing it with the vibrating sensation that makes your hips rise off the bed and throw your head back. you grab at chris's wrist, digging your fingers into his skin as you let the shock settle into your body.

"fuck," chris swallows, licking his lips as he watches you in awe. he plants his free hand on your thigh, holding your leg down as your body wriggles under him.

"still, baby," he speaks, getting on his knees so he's eye level with your pussy. chris lifts the vibrator as high as he can while still making contact with your clit, but you feel his finger tease your entrance. his ring finger swirls around in how soaked you are before finally pushing in, and the mix of his finger curling into you and the stimulation on your clit has you grasping for air.

"y'like that, baby? fuck you look so pretty right now," chris admires your body rolling and arching as he moves the vibrator according to where your body goes.

"chris, oh my god," you sound like a pornstar at how high pitched your voice has gone, moaning his name like your life depended on it. you can literally already feel yourself getting closer and closer to your climax as you jolt upwards into the toy, softening and intensifying the pressure every time you do.

"louder, baby. i wanna hear you, c'mon" he speaks with ardour.

chris slides a second finger into you, arching them inside and tormenting your walls with deep thrusts, in and out. you're stunned that he's managing to keep track of everything, focusing on all your pressure points at once.

"sh,shit, ugh, that feels so good," you cry on your words, eyes clenching shut and watering, neck straining into the quilt underneath you.

he fucks his fingers into you harder, louder, your own cunt making a puddle underneath you, leaving a grey patch. your pussy is flowing onto his hands at this point and if he wasn't so focused, you know he'd be licking you clean.

you feel his long hair tickle your shin as he leans closer, circling the vibrator in a small, specific circle, hearing the buzzing make a rhythmic tune.

"chris baby, i'm gonna cum, m' gonna cum," you feel yourself build up a tension like you need to pee.

the feeling begging and pushing so hard on your walls when chris' fingers fill you that you're almost worried to release, and tightening up just in case. you've never squirted using the vibrator alone, but chris's thick long fingers hitting your walls has you on the edge.

"f-fuck," you ball the sheets underneath you into your fist, feeling the liquid project from your holes between chris's fingers. chris groans at the sight, opening his mouth and letting you release all over his face. he removes the vibrator, using his hand to splash and rub your cunt so fast and so aggressively, his other hand still thrusting in and out of your cunt. you feel him from every angle, and you're a moaning mess.

"yes, YES, oh fuck," you scream, orgasm hitting it's peak and chris finally diving his mouth into you. he licks up your folds, pulling his fingers out of you to spread you even more, rubbing his face between your thighs and moaning into your cunt, kissing, sucking, swallowing his words between your legs.

"m'god that was so fucking hot," his words are restricted against your pussy, and you squeeze his head between your legs as your body tosses and turns from your high.

you reach down and cradle his head in your palms, curling your fingers into his hair and shake as chris attacks your already exhausted clit with his tongue, plunging deep.

“i can’t chris, i-i can’t” you beg, arching your back, chest to the sky and your core exasperated from the knot it's already let go of.

"you can baby,” he presses down on your stomach, which makes you jolt even more, pinning your ass back onto the mattress. he detaches his mouth and stands up from his spot on the floor, shoving his boxers down to his ankles and stepping out of them.

you're given a window of a break to catch your breath, staring up at him, half dazed and eyes glazed over. his hard cock is dripping with precum, and you admire as he strokes himself a few times, slowly and grasping the full length of his dick. he pushes into his tip, his own breath shuttering at his own touch, biting his bottom lip hard.

you lay in suspense and cricket rub your feet together, feeling sticky and wet between your legs, flushed red and realising neither of you acknowledged how your body had just reacted. when chris saunters over to you again. he spreads your legs for you.

"remember what i said, darling. don't be shy," he grabs the still buzzing toy from where he tossed it on the bed earlier, finding a much more intense, faster, more furious setting. he grins cunningly when the toy shakes violently in his grip. he grabs your hand and makes you take it in your own.

"show me what you got," he charms, lining his cock up with your entrance.

using both of his free hands, he grips either side of your waist, lifting the bottom half of your body up to him. your heels are planted but your ass is elevated, mimicking a bridge pose. his hands dig so deep in your hip bones your skin feels hot beneath his touch.

he inches his cock into your cunt, making you take a sharp breath inward and he pauses, letting you adjust. you clench around his cock and bring the vibrator back to your throbbing pearl, adding the lightest pressure you can. chris pushes your hand down so the vibrator is actually making contact and you let out a yell, a screech almost.

chris fills you, his shaft sliding in with ease as your juices lubricate your walls and he moans, exhaling through his nose at the feeling of you.

he could collapse right then and then, but he pulls back and thrusts into you again, watching your tits bounce in your bra, pulling out, and fucking into you harder. his hips drive back and ram forward again, a consistent motion that takes full control of your body. you're still in disarray, your mouth feeling dry at the way your mouth is hung open, panting and breathing irregular.

"you take me so fucking well," chris growls, digging as far as he possibly can into you, rolling his hips so you feel his cock in every inch.

"chris, it's too much," a tear falls, and you pull the vibrator away again to focus on one thing.

the pleasure and craving you've have for him inside of you makes you feel safe, and the way chris's face is lightly beading with sweat, his hair frizzing and jaw tense with focus, makes your body ache.

"you want me to stop, princess?" he slows his thrusts, and instinctively you shake your head no. he lets out a 'that's what i thought' scoff.

your hands hand grab at air, aiming for his waist to pull him back in, the friction cutting off making your stomach flutter. he listens to your queue, asserting back into your cunt.

"mgh, shit, chris," you whine, drilling into your clit with the toy. it's hammering into your cunt and your eye's are puffy and red trying not to let your overwhelming feelings of escalate.

"you're doing so good, baby. so fucking good for me," he bites, hands moving down to your thighs to get a better grip. he slaps into your skin aggressively and his breathing jumps, little moans escaping with each push.

"please, please, fuck'ng shit, fuck this" you choke on your partial words, needing so desperately to throw the vibrator to the side, the sensation becoming a burn and stinging your skin.

chris fucks into you fast, and you're shaking the mattress. you toss the toy to the side, hearing it switch off immediately. you bring your fingers to your clit and wave into yourself with a gentle, more delicate touch.

"i need to finish so bad, please, please," you beg.

"fuck, holy fuck," he pants, his stomach tensing, muscles in his arms becoming more prominent and veins visible.

"me too, baby. can't hold on," chris says, pulling out the second his body arches and twitches.

he purses his lips hard, dick pulling out and the sudden feeling of his cum, warm and thick, string onto your exposed stomach. chris jerks himself to completion, whining in his throat. releasing his pent up tension, it's a mess on your skin. your own climax washes over you at your own touch and you're caterwauling loudly.

chris takes a moment to collapse onto your legs, half on the mattress half off with the lower half of his body. you give a light laugh, brushing hair from his eyes as his face lays next to your hip. he looks up at you through hooded eyes, a tired look on his face. you grab whatever fabric you can find around you and wipe your stomach sloppily, not really caring about the mess.

"do you have any other toys we can try?" his unsteady voice asks.

you wish you could react with a lot more energy, but your body will barely allow you to move. you roll your eyes, giving a listless laugh.

at this point, you're not embarrassed, don't feel like shying away. chris never needs to prove he can make you feel good, but will try to one up himself every time. you can only imagine how he'd act when you show you him what else you have hiding.

#chris sturniolo #christopher sturniolo #chris sturniolo smut #chris sturniolo fic #chris sturniolo fanfic #chris sturniolo imagine #chris sturniolo x reader

[adoringhaikyuu]

moRE Y OU TAKE OFF YOUR WEDDING RING AFTER A FIGHT AND THEY THINK YOU WANT A DIVORCE FOR USHIJIMA OIKAWA AND ANYONE ELSE BABES

YOU TAKE OFF YOUR WEDDING RING AFTER A FIGHT AND THEY THINK YOU WANT A DIVORCE | 2

characters: iwaizumi + oikawa + ushijima + (gn!reader)

warnings: none

notes: this is such an old ask but i'm trying to get back into hq writing lol a sad hc comeback but here we are

part one / part two

★ iwaizumi feels really overwhelmed when he finds your ring on the dresser. you're in the shower so he tries to calm himself down and tame the anger (that's masking his hurt). he sits on the bed, staring down the ring across the room from him like it's mocking him. when you come out of the shower, you're still a little mad, so you ignore him and get dressed, only turning to face him when he asks 'so what, you done with me now?' his voice sounds gruff but you can hear the underlying pain he's trying to suppress. he's clearly staring at something so you follow his gaze. when you notice, you shake your head and roll your eyes almost fondly, going up to the dresser and picking up the ring, making a show of putting it back on for him. 'you really are an idiot sometimes you know. i take it off when i shower.' he gets all pouty and embarrassed, but it's nothing a few cuddles and kisses won't fix. and when you tell him you'd never leave him, even if he pisses you off, he holds you tighter, in silent appreciation.

★ oikawa looks down when he hears something fall on the kitchen floor, accidentally knocking it over with his water bottle after coming back from the gym to blow off steam. he goes to pick it up and immediately feels the tears build up when he realizes it's your ring. he stands up and just stares at it in his hand for a while, frozen in fear. when he hears your footsteps, he looks up at you and though you were still annoyed with him, the sight of his tears makes you drop everything and rush over to him in concern. you ask him what's wrong and he just reaches his hand over to you, his voice small 'missing something?...or was this a conscious decision?' you immediately feel awful and let him know you were planning on putting it back on, you had just burned yourself making dinner and had to take off the ring to ice your hand properly. he immediately reaches for your hand to make sure you're alright, lovingly scolding you for not telling him sooner. and just like that you know everything's okay.

★ ushijima stops and stares at you when he sees you sat on your bed, turning the ring over between your fingers, contemplating. he doesn't know what to say for a moment, but he speaks up, his voice clearly filled with hesitation and worry, not as strong as usual. 'are you rethinking our marriage?' you let him know that you were actually staring at the ring to remind yourself of how much you loved him and being married to him and he lets out a big breath, asking if you if it's alright to hug you and holds you tight (and longer than usual) when you say yes.

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[the-writer-arrived]

In Sickness and In Health

Synopsis: how does your lover act when you're sick?

Characters: alhaitham; wriothesley.

Warnings: gender neutral!reader; established relationship (marriage); pre-4.1 release so wrio may be ooc; wrio is a duke, so i think he'll have a mansion and people working for him like navia and diluc have (servants? retainers? idk); wriothesley is portrayed to be a bit overprotective, but that's just his alpha wolf side talking lol.

A/N: this will be very self insert of me bc i'm sick and want my two husbands to take care of me :( also we can finally hear wrio speak!!! i melted at his first words <3 AND HIS THEME SONG??? ABSOLUTELY FIRE!!!!

(p.s: today may be my birthday, but this is a gift from me to you all <3 thank you so much for all the support and love <3 feel free to drop an ask, brainrots or just fangirl over the new genshin characters :D)

"I told--"

"Not another word."

You know exactly what Alhaitham is going to say and you really do not want to hear it right now.

The glare you send his way would be """intimidating""" to your lover (no, it wouldn't), if it weren't for the fact that you're buried under the covers, making you look like a burrito (a verycute one, in his opinion).

You see, there was a sudden shift in Sumeru's weather: the week began so very hot, even during the night, but then the temperature dropped and became chilly and rainy out of a sudden.

Alhaitham had told you to take an umbrella and you did have it with you! But it was just a few droplets of rain when you left work, so you didn't bother to use it, thinking there wouldn't be any consequences.

...Well, you felt the consequences when you woke up this morning with a sore throat and a stuffy nose.

Luckily for you, your husband, who's trying really hard to not say 'I told you so', doesn't have work today and can spend the day taking care of you.

Wether he really doesn't have to go to the Akademiya today or has decided that himself, you're not completely sure.

Alhaitham doesn't loom over you nor follow your shadow 24/7 asking you if you need anything.

He lets you do your thing, since you simply have mild symptoms of a cold, but checks on you from time to time, reminding you the right time to take your medicine, drink water and rest.

Of course, if he catches you overworking your body, Alhaitham will gently but firmly drag you to bed or the nearest couch, going as far as carrying you in his arms, if you refuse to concede.

When he asks you what you want for dinner, you jokingly say you want a soup, knowing that your lover isn't the biggest fan that kind of dish.

To your surprise, however, you wake up from your nap with a delicious smell in the air (which is a sign that your nose isn't as stuffy anymore) and find your husband taste-testing the soup he has prepared for you.

"You misunderstand." He says, after you question him about his dislike of the dish. "I don't hate soup, I just find it inconvenient to drink it while I am reading. Now, come eat dinner, I'll feed you."

You laugh, thinking Alhaitham is joking about feeding you.

...Jokes on you, he isn't. And if you continue to resist, he will make you sit on his lap while he feeds you. You obey, fearing you might get a fever from embarrassment.

When it's time to go to sleep, you offer to sleep in the guest room to avoid having him catch your cold.

"My immune system isn't weak, I don't get sick so easily like you."

You feel somewhat offended, more by the fact that you can't deny that, rather than by the words themselves.

Even if what Alhaitham says is true, you don't want to risk it, so the solution you come up with is: spooning!

...But with him as the little spoon.

It is quite an amusing sight, really. You look like you're hugging a giang body pillow by the way you're snuggling your face on the back of your lover's neck. He's glad you can't see his face while he tries not to show that action of yours tickles him.

Feeling that your breath has slowed down and you are asleep, Alhaitham turns around to face you, staring at your peaceful expression. You look much better now than in the morning, which he's glad he took the day off to take care of you.

He gives you a kiss on the forehead, before closing his eyes and allowing sleep to come to him.

'How troublesome.' He thinks.

'But, since it's you, it's always worth the trouble.'

"But, Wrio--"

"Absolutely not, you are to stay in bed while I call a doctor."

You huff, looking away when Wriothesley continues to frown at your sniffing figure.

Fontaine's weather has been crazy lately. One day, the heat is almost sweltering; in the next, it's cloudy and rainy for days. Only those with strong health can endure these drastic changes. Unfortunately, you are not one of those people.

Yesterday's weather wasn't exactly cold, but it was raining the whole day. You didn't have work, but still had one last errand to run.

Yes, you could let the workers of Wriothesley's mansion do that. Would you actually do that? Of course not <3

It was becoming late, afternoon quickly ending and you were starting to feel antsy. You looked at the window and didn't see the droplets hitting the glass, which makes you believe the rain had stopped momentarily. No way you would let that opportunity slip by, right??

Hah, sike!

The moment you step outside, you realize that no, the rain hadn't stopped and you were foolish enough to not grab an umbrella on the way out.

The smart thing to do was to turn back and grab it, right? Yes. That's what you did, right? Nope :D 'Too much work' was what you thought as you stepped onto the streets.

...It doesn't take a genius to know what happened then. No umbrella + very cold rain hitting your skin = sickness!

And it didn't even take long for symptons to appear. Goosebumps, runny nose, cold sweating, sore throat... Although things weren't looking serious, you looked for medicine to keep those symptons under control.

Also, your husband has been very busy with dealing with the Fortress of Meropide and coming home late, you shouldn't add more to his plate by making him worries about a simple cold... At least, that was your plan.

What you didn't count on was to have a fever in the early morning, which is what brought you to the current situation.

For outsiders, Wriothesley seems quite angry at you. However, the truth is that he's angry at himself.

He hasn't been able to spend much time with you lately, having to be up at the crack of dawn and come back home late into the night. As lovely as your sleeping face is, he misses your smile, your laughter and overall misses being by your side.

And now, you've fallen sick and he can't even stay to take care of you. Who wouldn't be upset in his place?

Your husband's tense shoulders relax by a fraction when the doctor tells him you're just with a cold, but he still tells the people of the mansion to take care of your evey need and not let you lift a finger.

The workers think it's a bit of an overreaction on their lord's part, but they know it comes from a place of deep care and affection for you, his lovely spouse.

Still, they are a bit more lenient after Wriothesley leaves for the Fortress, allowing you to get up from bed and do things on your own, but someone is quickly by your side when fatigue wears you down.

Another order the servants received from him is to send him frequent reports about your well-being throughout the day, which... quickly gets tiring...

Thankfully, you decide to take that task to yourself and turn the reports into a exchange of short letters to one another.

I sure hope this is by a (mechanical?) messenger pigeon or else, poor servant running through Fontaine LOL

For the first time in weeks, Wriothesley comes back to the mansion at a reasonable hour! Past dinner time, but oh well, he worked really hard to finish every task in record time just to go back to his spouse.

"What are you doing up and about? You should be resting, my love." He says, after you appeared to greet him like a puppy running to his owner.

"Darling, please, I already spent way too much time in bed. I'm not bedridden, for celestia's sake!"

After a much needed couple quality time, it is time to go to sleep... which brings a problem to your husband's mind.

Considering that he owns a cryo vision, his body is a bit colder than normal, so that may make you--

"I know what you are thinking and you are NOT going to sleep elsewhere. You are to sleep by my side and that's final."

Wriothesley, the famous Administrator of the Fortress of Meropide, the man who can maintain peace in that place by using his words or his fists, will always give up on doing or saying whatever that he had planned and concede to the words of his spouse. Especially when they use that particular tone that leaves no room for negotiations.

Still, it is true that your man's body temperature is a bit on the colder side due to his powers, but that will NOT get in the way of your cuddling.

You wrap yourself with the warmest blankets you have, looking like the most adorable burrito he has ever had the pleasure to love, before worming your way into his strong arms.

Wriothesley huffs a chuckle and holds you protectively to his chest. He has a good health, so he's not worried about getting sick.

"...Is it irresponsable of me to think it wouldn't be that bad to catch your cold?" He quietly asks, not expecting an answer while looking at your sleeping face.

"Heh, I can almost hear you scolding me for wishing for such things." He gives you a kiss on the top of your head. "Rest well, my love."

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pink alhaitham and wriothesley banners (fluff) made by @/the-writer-arrived aka yours truly ;)

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[scoonsalicious]

1.2 Bucky

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Fem!Reader

Summary: Lily McIntire, trainer for new SHIELD recruits at the Avengers Tower, has been in love with her best friend, Bucky Barnes, from the moment she met him. She's been content with her role of the #1 girl in Bucky's life, even if it means she has to sabotage a romantic relationship or two. It'll be worth it when he realizes that they're meant for each other, right? There's just one small problem: Lily McIntire never expected Bucky Barnes to fall for You.

Warnings: (For this part only; see Story Masterlist for general Warnings) Language, mentions of alcohol consumption, some mild derogatory language against women, by women.

Word Count: 960

Previously On...: Natasha Romanoff invited you out to meet her single Avenger teammates. There's only one she warned you to stay away from...

A/N: For Bucky and Lily's POV sections, Major is referred to by name, and without use of you/your. It just made my life easier, lol.

NOTE! The tag list is a fickle bitch, so I'm not really going to be dealing with it anymore. If you want to be notified when new story parts drop, please follow @scoonsaliciousupdates

Thank you to all those who have been reading; if you like what you've read, likes, comments, and reblogs give me life, and I truly appreciate them, and you!

He clocked her the minute she walked through the door of the bar. How could he not? She was stunning, what with the way she carried herself as she moved through the room, the way her hips swayed as she walked. Bucky liked to think of himself as a gentleman, but just the sight of the unknown woman in front of him was inspiring decidedly ungentlemanly thoughts. 

He couldn’t believe his luck when she walked right up to Natasha, giving her a hug and joining her and Wanda at their table. His mind had been running, trying to come up with an excuse to approach her; he couldn’t believe he’d ended up with such an easy in. 

“Remember how we talked about staring, Tin Man?” Sam said, coming up alongside Bucky and noticing his distraction. “How some girls might find it downright creepy?”

Bucky ignored his friend’s jab at his expense. “Who’s that?” he asked, jutting his chin toward where the woman sat with his teammates.

Sam cocked his head, considering the girl who had captured his friend’s attention. “I think that’s Nat’s friend… (Y/N)--something. Nat said she might be joining us. Heard the girl was pretty, but damn!”

Bucky turned to look at his friend. “What do you mean, you ‘heard she was pretty’?” 

Sam shrugged. “Nothing. Just that Nat said she was inviting her pretty, single friend out with us tonight and maybe those of us without girlfriends might want to consider putting a little extra care into our appearance.”

Bucky glanced around at his friends– they did seem a bit more put together than usual, even Parker. But then he frowned. “How come Nat didn’t say anything about her to me?” He couldn’t help but feel slightly offended at being left out. Did Natasha not think he was good enough for her friend?

“Come on, man,” Sam said good naturedly, slapping Bucky on the back. “You may not have a girlfriend, but you sure as shit ain’t single!” 

Sam started laughing, but Bucky wasn’t sure he understood the joke. That happened a lot, unfortunately. There was so much about this time he just didn’t get, and he often found himself too embarrassed to ask for clarification. 

“What’s so funny, boys?” Bucky felt a small arm slink itself around his waist, and Lily was pressing herself into his side. He smiled down at her, wrapping an arm around her shoulders and squeezing her gently. He was never too embarrassed to ask Lily to explain the crazy ways of this modern world to him; she always approached his time-dysphoria, as they’d come to call it, with compassion and understanding. He was infinitely grateful to have her as a friend. One of his best.

“Exhibit A,” Sam said pointedly to Bucky. He turned to Lily. “Buck’s just curious about Nat’s new friend,” Sam said, a sly grin taking over his features. “What do you think, Lil? She’s hot, right?”

Bucky felt Lily stiffen beside him. “She’s alright, I guess,” Lily said after a minute of looking the woman over. “If you’re into that basic, skanky look.”

Bucky watched as Nat’s friend took off her leather jacket and draped it behind her chair. God, the skin of her back and shoulders looked so soft, he caught himself wondering what it would be like to run his fingers across it. “I think she’s gorgeous,” he found himself saying.

Lily looked up at him in surprise. “Really, Jamie? I have to admit, I’m surprised. I thought you had more refined taste than that.” She gave him a disgusted look before disengaging herself from his hold and walked back toward the pool table to line up her next shot.

“Yeah, Jamie,” Sam mocked once Lily had moved beyond earshot. “How dare you find the attractive girl attractive, you asshole!”

“Knock it off, Sam,” Bucky said, trying to ascertain why Lily would seem to have a problem with the way the woman looked. He thought she looked amazing. Easily one of the most beautiful women he’d ever seen, in this, or any of his decades.

Sam chortled. “Man, you hate being called ‘Jamie.’ Why haven’t you asked her to knock it the fuck off by now?”

Bucky shrugged, putting thoughts of Lily’s words aside as he glanced at the woman sitting with Nat and Wanda again. “I dunno; she likes it, and it’s been four years already. Feels kinda weird correcting her on it, now.”

Sam rolled his eyes. “Yeah, cause God forbid your friends actually call you what you want to be called.”

When he didn’t respond right away, Sam looked over and caught Bucky staring at you. “Hello,” he said, waving a hand in front of Bucky’s face. “Earth to Barnes? You okay over there?”

“Yeah,” said Bucky, blushing at being called out. “It’s just… she’s really pretty, you know?”

Sam sighed. “Alright. Now, I was gonna make my own play, but seeing as it’s been a dog’s age since you got any action, I’m gonna be a good friend and be your wingman on this one.”

Bucky smiled and turned back to the high top, delighted to see the woman looking back at him, this time, the sweetest smile playing across her lips. “Thanks, Sam,” he said. 

Sam gently nudged him with his elbow. “Don’t mention it, pal. You know I can never say ‘no’ to a charity case.”

“Guys,” Lily called over to the two of them. “We’re starting a new game, come on.”

Bucky looked back, giving the pretty girl one more glance. Were her lips as kissable as they looked? He wondered. Get it together, Barnes, he chastised himself. You’re 106-years old, not a fucking teenager. 

But damn if she wasn’t making him feel like one tonight.

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[fir3ylolol]

double feature

pairing: Present!Johnny Cage x Younger!Johnny Cage x Reader

summary: you decide to take a night off from working at the special forces, ending up catching the attention of two men. well, technically one man. what happens when they turn their sights on you?

tw: threesome, vaginal sex, vaginal penetration, oral sex, a touch of eating out, face fucking, choking, double penetration, little bit of biting, dirty talk, overstimulation, cumming in you, cumming on you, afab!reader, NOW gn pronouns dom/sub adjacent, sub!reader, gentle dom!johnny, rough dom!johnny, you KNOW they're whining, mentions of drinking/partying, so much attention, TWO BIG MEN OBSESSED WITH YOU WHAT MORE DO YOU NEED, smut, shameless smut, porn with little plot

a/n: i've never written anything with more than one partner before, so i hope it's good. also, sorry if the names get a little confusing, i didn't want to say "younger Johnny" and "older Johnny" 200000x, it was getting annoying lol

word count: 2.53 k

Ao3

You weren’t entirely sure how you ended up here, with both Johnnys staring at you hungrily. Maybe it was the party that had been going on tonight, members of the Special Forces were taking the night off before the big invasion. Maybe it was the fact you hadn’t had a night off in forever and wanted to wear the new dress you’d bought. Maybe it was the fact you forgot you were around your coworkers. Or maybe, it was Johnny, the younger one. Christ, he would flirt with a chair if it had ‘nice curves’. But that didn’t make his attention less appealing, lingering eyes along your frame as he walked through the crowded room to you. Sliding next to you at the bar, he looked at you with a cocky smirk, speaking over the loud music, “Didn’t expect to see you here, sweet thing. Figured you were too tight-laced for this scene.” Looking out of the corner of your eye and smiling, you yell out, “All you know about me is what my ass looks like.”

Putting his arms up in a ‘guilty’ motion, he lets them drop and leans in to whisper in your ear. “Hey, you wanna come with me to the booth over there? A lot more comfortable and quieter.” Nodding lightly, you grab your purse and stand up. He stands with you, lightly taking your free hand and weaving you through the crowd behind him. You reach a booth quickly, noticing that there’s only one other person there: older Johnny. You partially freeze, realizing you’re now trapped with a playboy and an actual coworker. But you continue, sitting down in the semi-circle booth first. As you settle in, young Johnny behind you, you try to lighten the mood slightly.

“So, what am I supposed to call you guys? I mean, you’re both Johnnys, and I don’t want confusion.” Younger Johnny wraps an arm around your shoulders, leaning in close, “You can call me whatever you want, sexy.” Slightly bothered by his actions, older Johnny smacks his arm lightly, causing him to loosen his grip on you. “You can just call me John. He can be Johnny.” Johnny leans back, shrugging as he looks away from you. “Fine by me. But you still haven’t told me why you decided to grace us with your presence.” Pausing to think, you look between the two of them as you answer. “Well…I needed a break and I figured, why not?” Johnny decides that he wants to be closer again, resting his head on his arm, as he speaks, “Lucky us. Aren’t we lucky, John?” Expecting another smack, you turn to look at John, as he leans back and looks you up and down, finally speaking again, “Yeah, it seems like it. I’ve never seen you in civilian clothes before.”

You’re a bit embarrassed now, four eyes locked on you as you stutter out, “W-Well, I don’t have many chances to. Besides, this is new.” Johnny’s eyes light up as he leans in further. “Ah, I get it. There’s someone here you wanted to impress. Hoping to go home with some company, eh?” Now John reacts, brows furrowed as he leans into Johnny’s face, “Come on man, do you have to be so crass?” Johnny laughs at him lightly, managing to say, “You were thinking it too, I know you were! Like I haven’t noticed you staring just as much as me!” John rolls his eyes and scoffs at him, moving to stand up. “I don’t have to take this, you know. I’m just gonna leave,” he says as he stands.

Unable to even control yourself, you dive out, grabbing his wrist. Surprised, he turns around to see you looking up at him. He quickly looks at Johnny, and they both raise their eyebrows at your actions. John sits back down but scoots closer to you. You’re now sandwiched in between them, nerves radiating off of you. John brushes some hair off your shoulder, speaking softly, “What was that about, hm? Why do you want me to stay?” Johnny wraps an arm around your waist, whispering into your other ear, “Yeah, do you not like me or something?” You fluster at their proximity to you, their entire demeanor shifting. “I-I…uh…I dunno…I like hanging out with both of you-” Johnny cuts you off, lips against your ear as he whispers, “Both of us? How greedy.” John lets a hand drift down to squeeze your thigh, leaning to the other side of your head, “Very greedy, baby.” Your head is spinning, their touches make you forget to breathe. 

“Hey, what are you doing? A second ago, you guys were arguing.” You swallow your nerves as much as you can. John looks into your eyes, an intense stare into your own, “Just testing the waters.” Johnny smirks, starting to lightly kiss your neck as you shiver against him. He laughs against your skin, muttering out, “Feeling alright, baby? Or have I pushed too far?” Your eyelids flutter, and this attention is getting to you, “N-no…it feels nice.” Johnny continues, kissing against your collarbone and finding the sensitive spot in the crook of your neck, an abrupt whine escaping your lips. Both of them are happy with the sound, as Johnny continues kissing and sucking on the spot, and John’s hand on your thigh starts traveling in more. You tip your head onto John’s shoulder, whimpering, “This isn’t fair, doing this to me.” He lightly grabs your chin with his free hand and moves it so that your noses are touching. “Then do you want to get out of here?” Without hesitating, you nod, intoxicated from all the attention.

Suddenly, without even realizing it, you’re walking out the door, still in between them. You were so caught up in them that you were walking without thinking. All you knew was that you didn’t have any drinks, yet you lost all your inhibitions. And then you were there, in a nice apartment, in the bedroom, with two men staring at you hungrily.

John is the first to talk, still a few feet away from you. “You feeling alright? You seem kind of out of it.” You nod rapidly, managing to speak after being silent for so long, “Yeah, yes. I feel good. I was just a little spaced out. You guys are kind of… overwhelming.” Johnny closes the distance, both hands on your hips as he smiles wide, “See? I told you. Just lost in thought, thinking about what’s gonna happen, yeah?” John walks to your side, cupping your face as he leans in. His lips meet yours gently, and you melt into it, the delicious feeling flooding your senses. It’s cut off by a very loud whine from Johnny, clearly jealous of the lack of attention. As you turn towards him, he kisses you hard, a hand rushing to the back of your head to add to the intensity. It was strange, you knew they were the same, but they felt so different. Johnny tasted like bubblegum chapstick and smelled like expensive cologne, while John tasted like whiskey and smelled like fresh laundry.

Johnny’s kiss only lasts so long though, as both men start feeling at you. Johnny’s hands travel towards your chest as John’s calloused fingers dance down your legs. They lead you to sit on the bed behind you, Johnny starting to pull your dress over your head. You raise your arms to let him, forgetting embarrassment as you sit practically naked in front of them. Johnny smiles down at you, hand tugging lightly at your hair. “Can you help me feel good, baby?” You immediately understand, biting your lip and nodding as he undoes his pants. His cock springs out, free from the confinement of his jeans. You lick at the head, a hiss escaping his lips. But he’s impatient, lightly pushing your head down. You oblige, taking as much of him as you can before gagging. Suddenly, you feel John’s hands guiding you to go on all fours. But you focus on Johnny, letting him fuck your mouth.

You feel those familiar fingers pushing your soaking underwear to the side and a warm tongue connecting with your pussy. Moaning against Johnny’s length, he whines out in response, hips bucking and gripping your hair tighter as he goes further down your throat. “Shittt, keep moaning around my cock like that, you sound so good.” And moan you do, as John eats you out, tongue dancing against your clit in a maddening way. It doesn’t take very long before you feel your underwear being pulled down, John’s thick cock rubbing against your hole in the most teasing way. Slowly, he pushes in, the feeling of both men filling you up drawing another moan out of you. You hear them both moan, John grabbing your hips to stabilize himself. “Fuck, you’re so tight. Wrapping around my cock like that, it’s not fair.” Johnny speeds up, relishing in the tears prickling in your eyes, “Yeah? Do you like that? You like being fucked like this, huh? God, you’re so fucking hot like this.” He is fucking your mouth with almost no pause, while John is gentle, hips moving at half the speed but reaching deep enough to hit your cervix every time.

There’s something rough to both of them, the way they use you, yet gentle, and wanting, and it drives you crazy. You arch your back a little more, a deep groan coming from John, as well as looking directly into Johnny’s eyes. He meets them with an expression you can only describe as needy as he smiles down at you and wipes your tears away with his thumb. Before you can blink, his shirt is off, his muscles and tattoos a delicious sight. But you can’t focus on it for long as John leans forward, regaining control of the moment. You can feel his warm chest against your back and you can’t help but wonder if he still has the tattoo, as his hand wraps lightly around your throat. “You’re doing so good, baby, taking us so good like this. You look so pretty like this, fucked out just for us.” Johnny is unraveling more at how tight your throat is around him, only able to clutch onto your head desperately and whimper out.

It’s only a couple more seconds until he’s gone, cumming loudly down your throat with a loud whine, which finally lets you get a deep breath in. You sputter slightly, leaning down so you’re head is against the bed. John sits back up, a string of obscenities falling from his lips, “Shit, look what you’re doing to me. Thought you couldn’t get better, but I was fuckin’ wrong. Wish I knew earlier how good you look taking dick, yeah?” Johnny sits on the edge of the bed, catching his breath, but doesn’t waste the opportunity to remove the last bit of your, and his, clothing. You look up at him from the mattress, half-lidded and cockdrunk. 

And how can he resist that? He lifts your head with one hand, kissing your lips with a much more tender roughness than before. His other hand reaches down to toy with your clit, smiling as you jump at the feeling. “Feels good, right? I’ll make you feel so good.” You’re losing it now, legs wobbling as you get closer and closer to cumming. John grabs your hair tight, pulling slightly to tilt your head up, “Wanna see that pretty face as you cum.” That’s the final straw as you cum hard around John, loud moans as you tremble beneath him. He only lasts a few more seconds, loud and whiny seconds until he pulls out, cum shooting across your back. Johnny stands up next to him, both looking down at you as you pant heavily. “It’s like art really,” Johnny breathes out. John snorts slightly, “Yeah, a real Pollock.” He kneels to look in your eyes. “You feeling okay love? You wanna rest?” You manage to shake your head, pushing out, “More, please.”

Suddenly, you’re being lifted, strong arms around your waist, as Johnny lays on the bed where you just were. You feel a few light kisses against your shoulder as you’re set down, another pair of large hands grabbing at your ass. Johnny pulls you in for another kiss, as John wipes your back off. Johnny is getting handsy, touch traveling up and down the length of your body. “My turn,” he says with a smirk, one of his hands reaches behind your legs to grab his cock and sinks into you. He clutches you with a whimper, still as he adjusts to the feeling. “Ah- Damn, you feel so good, so fucking wet for me, yeah?” He starts moving again, gripping your ass tightly as he fucks himself into you. You’re so fucked out, your hair messy, and your eyes half-open, high-pitched moans pushed from your lips. You’ve almost forgotten about John when…

You feel it, his cock gently pressing below Johnny’s, the grip on your ass being used to spread them further apart. You’ve barely got time to think before he sinks in, stretching you out to the point you’re seeing stars. Both men whine at the feeling, of movement and your walls so tight around them. You feel so full, so good, with both of their thick cocks inside you. John starts to move, thrusting against Johnny. He reaches out and grabs your throat again, much less gently than before. This is a lot for them too, as Johnny writhes under you, cries of pleasure loud compared to your much more breathy ones. But it’s not long until he starts moving too, opposite to John. When one thrusts in, the other pulls out slightly, and back and forth for what feels like forever. If you weren’t being so tightly held, you would’ve collapsed much earlier. Johnny is much closer to cumming, head pressed against the bed and eyes screwed shut. He manages to get out a whiny, “Oh fuck,” before he cums, body curling into yours and biting against your shoulder for stability. He flops against the bed, letting his spent cock pull out of you. Now with free reign of you, John speeds up, at a breakneck pace as you bounce, eyes rolled back into your head as you bounce. Johnny manages to look up slightly, taking in the sight of you, a satisfied smile on his face. John tightens his grip as he sputters out, “Shit, ‘m gonna cum,” a final stutter of his hips as you feel it, the warmth filling you.

As he finally pulls out, Johnny helps steer you to lie on the bed. Both men stand over you, watching you pant and both of their cum drip out of you. Johnny turns his head to look at John, a wide, tired smile on his face. “I told you they’d be a great fuck.” Which earns him a smack on the head from John. “I knew it, you knew it, but you couldn’t have waited a little longer before speaking, dumbass?” Defensively, Johnny’s hands go up. “C’mon, it’s a compliment!”

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[cinnamostar]

ethereality

pairing : felix x gn!reader

summary : early mornings with your boyfriend

wc : 913

cw : fluff, mentions of insecurities, just rambling abt being in love idk, not proofread

a/n : i got very inspired by the book im reading rn so i wrote this lil thing in an hour lol let me know what you think!! likes + reblogs appreciated <3

You lay next to your boyfriend, Felix, who was flat on his back with an arm wrapped around your shoulder. You’re laying on your side, pressing against him with a leg over his as the morning light creeps behind the curtains, coloring Felix’s face in an iridescent glow. Days like this were your favorite, where it was only you, Felix, and the quiet early mornings that lazed around with you til one of you decided it was time to get up.

Your eyes study Felix’s features, drinking up each detail of him for the millionth time as he scrolls through whatever social media app caught his attention today. His eyes were dark as the universes’ vast skies, yet they were not void of life or hope, his eyes gleaming as if God stepped down and personally hung the stars in his coffee eyes. It was as if his freckles were each gingerly placed down with the tender and steady hand of a painter, one whose precision and attention to detail you thanked every day for blessing you with this angelic sight, one your earthly eyes would never be able to fully appreciate. He was too grand for any being on this planet, not even those with the finest tastes and have witnessed all the luxuries of the world would ever understand just how artisanal he was.

Your fingers trace down his cheekbones, eyes wandering just below his jaw where an emerald vein glowed beneath his skin, just like a photograph of lightning striking down. It was silly, you thought to yourself, it was silly to have found yourself so hopelessly in love with a boy that now you couldn’t help but compare his beauty to the cosmos and world around you. His very being emanated an ethereal energy that you wish you could compare to, one you alway felt you constantly felt short to, but you prayed under hushed incantations that you’d be able to bask under it for the rest of your life.

Was it obsessive? Was it almost biblical the way you found yourself revering him? Probably, but you were too lovesick to ever question it, finding yourself trapped in his orbit, though you wouldn’t have it any other way. For years, scholars in the olden days questioned whether the sun revolved around us, but you quickly found the answer in a matter of seconds the day you met Felix. How pitiful, you thought, all they had to ever do was fall in love to answer that question, but they were too nose deep into their mathematical equations to ever recognize such an obvious truth of life.

“You okay, love?” His deep voice breaks you out of your trance, an amused smile playing onto his lips as he glances down at your lovestruck state. 

“Better than okay,” you reply, a flustering heat racing to your cheeks, feeling shy that he had — once again — caught you admiring him.

He drops his phone to his side as he languidly reaches his other arm over you, squeezing you into a tight embrace as he presses a chaste kiss on your forehead, “Can I know what you’re thinking about?” he asks in a hushed whisper, his lips next to your ears, sending shivers down your spine.

A soft chuckle escapes you at his sudden affection, only deepening your embarrassment, “Only for a kiss,” you tease, still giggling as he peels his face away from the crook of your neck with a feigned expression of betrayal.

“Oh? I didn’t know my kisses became a form of currency now,” nonetheless, through his candied smile, he leans down to place a loving peck on your lips, lingering for a moment before pulling away, “Alright, pay up now. I did my side of the bargain,” he jokes.

You roll your eyes playfully, your heart bursting at its seams, struggling to contain the overwhelming amount of love it was just attacked with. “Fine, fine. I was just admiring how handsome you are. Is that a crime?”

He chuckles shyly under your compliments, his cheeks flushing into a light pink, your words always seem to leave him defenseless. “You’re too kind to me, love,” he replies, a sad undertone seeping through his words. Despite your onslaught of adoration for him, despite how many times you have made it clear to him how irrevocably in love you were, he could never quite understand what you saw in him. 

“You deserve no less,” you reply tenderly, your hands running through his hair comfortingly, sensing his insecurities bubble up just by the slight shift in his tone.

“Thank you,” he holds you tighter, his face finding itself in your shoulder once more to avoid your gaze, “I just wish I saw what you saw,” he confesses somberly.

You ponder for a moment, trying to find the right words, “I guess it’s like the sun, baby. The sun is perhaps one of the prettiest things this planet has had the privilege to witness, and it fills our bleak little planet with so much love and life.”

He hums at your words, taking them in before responding, “I think it sucks being the sun sometimes.”

“Hm, why do you say that?”

“The sun can’t see itself,” he thinks aloud, “but I guess at least it gets to see the world around it,” he releases you from his hold, laying once more on his back while looking above, “Like you, like the beauty it has to offer.”

#cinnamostar writes #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #skz fanfic #skz imagines #lee felix x reader #felix x reader #skz scenarios #skz fluff #skz felix #skz felix x reader #skz x you #stray kids felix #stray kids felix x reader #stray kids x you #lee felix

[banquetwriter]

CAN YOU DO some johnnie smut with morning sex PLEASE

that would be so hot

୨୧ glory filled mornings ୨୧

pairing: Johnnie Guilbert ♡︎ fem!Reader

warnings: ୭̥⋆*｡ SMUT, unedited, wrote this when i had a fever so it doesn’t make sense lol

summary: ʚ johnnie wakes up with an embarrassing situation ɞ

Words: idk lol

An: i’m so sorry u have been absent i’ve genuinely been going through the ringer and i promise i’m making my way through these requests!! also i will rewrite this at some point haha

It wasn't often that Johnnie indulged in hookups. Sure every so once in a while a pretty girl and him would leave a bar together. Nothing was ever that serious with him. He has been on a few dates but nothing ever went anywhere.

This was different. He had to admit you had piqued his interest since he met you at a party. Then again the next week he saw you again. You were one of Corry and Jake’s friends from their traphouse days.

You were so fucking pretty. The way you laughed at almost all of his jokes, even if they weren't funny. When you would lean in to make sure you heard everything he wanted to say. The way you would trace his tattoos whenever he would show you one of them. That's what led the two of you to cuddle in an Uber home.

The two of you drunkenly cuddled on your couch before you kicked him to your bed. Refusing to let a guest sleep on the couch. That's how he woke up to his head pounding and an unfortunate boner.

He felt the familiar feeling and looked down, revealing a small tent in his boxers. Probably from sleeping in a pretty girl's bed all night. “Fuck,” he muttered to himself.

He rubs his face with his hands as you suddenly enter the room. He quickly covers his body back up with your duvet. “Heyy good morning sleepy head,” you said smiling. You had a medicine bottle and a glass of water in your hands. “H-hey,” he said, feeling his heart beating out of his chest.

“Ugh god my head hurts so bad, I took some Tylenol and I hope that helps.” you absentmindedly said setting the bottle and water down on your bedside table. The pressure of the blanket pressing on his core was definitely not helping his boner, the sight of your short Beetlejuice sleep shorts was also not helping.

Your skin looked so damn soft, the pudge of your thighs spilling out as you sat down on the bed next to him. You were on your phone not even looking at him. It was truly embarrassing just how much his damn brain was fixated on you.

You hugged your knees to your chest scrolling around on your phone. Softly chewing on your nails, you notice that Johnnie has been staring at you for a prolonged amount of time. You lifted your head from your Doordash app to look at him.

He looked flushed, he had ripped his shirt off in the middle of the night so you could see how red his chest was. You quirked your head at him “Dude Johnnie you ok?” you ask, trying not to laugh a little.

“Um yeah I'm fine-” he muttered, scratching his head, his rings and necklaces clinking together. “Dude, tell me what's going on. You didn't blow chunks in my room did you?” you say with a disgusted face.

“No! No- I swear I didn't-” he said sitting up more. Unfortunately, he was cut off by your eyes dropping to his waist. When he sat up the blanket got just a little too low. Johnnie’s raging boner peeking through his skinny jeans was now in full view.

His eyes shoot up back at your face. He couldn't discern your facial expression at all. Your eyes were slightly wide but you didn't look disgusted or horrified or even mildly embarrassed.

Johnnie sure did. He felt like he was gonna die. Right there, right then, with a fat boner in a pretty girl's bedroom. His brain was slowly shutting down from anxiety. Unable to form an apology. Or any thoughts for that matter.

You felt a rush of confidence surge through your body as you stared at the raven-haired boy. “Oh?” you asked, turning your phone off, leaning forward getting closer to Johnnie.

He was surely having an aneurysm. Or maybe he was still drunk and this was just a bad dream. He could almost feel the heat radiating off of your skin. It was going to set him on fire. His head was pounding and he was tired, but at the same time, he hadn't ever felt more awake than he does now.

“I-I'm so sorry. I'm not trying to be some fucking creep. It just happens sometimes I promise it has nothing to do with you.” he stuttered putting his hand in between you and himself.

That was half true. Sometimes morning wood just happens for no reason, the untrue half was that it had NOTHING to do with you. Maybe Johnnie dreamt of you last night, maybe he didn't. All he knows is the scent of you was enough to drive him up the fucking walls.

“Awww really?” you asked in a fiend sad voice. You placed your right hand on one side of his body moving you closer to him. He felt like squealing or squirming or maybe both. This was a horrible situation to be in.

“Yes, I'm so sorry I will leave.” he prefaced trying to pin his body down onto the mattress as you moved closer to him. “There's no need for that, you said it yourself it's perfectly natural. You don't need to be embarrassed.” you purred out. Johnnie's skin was on fire, he could have cried from how hard he was in his jeans.

“I promise it's not about you,” he whispers, trying to save face. “It's not? You don't think I'm pretty Johnnie?” you ask with a pout. You continued to climb up the bed. Your body was so close to his now. Your arms were on either side of his head.

“No! It's not that I think you are beautiful-” he almost shouted at you. “Oh, you think I'm beautiful?” you whispered as you hovered over his neck. He let out a shaky breath as he watched your head dip down to his neck.

He felt like could explode as you slowly started to kiss up his neck. “This ok?” you murmured against his skin, your voice tickling his flesh. “Mhm!” he borderline whimpered out feeling your tongue and teeth grazing his hot skin.

You moved your legs to mimic your arms moving on either side of his body. Your body was on top of his, feeling his boner through his pants. It sends waves of heat to your core. Pressing your clothes clit on his hard-on slowly starting to rub up and down.

It was painful how hard he was. “Fuck please, let me take my pants off.” he moaned out his hands slinking up to your waist and under his shirt. You were quick to take his hands off of you and hold them above next to his head.

He whined out as your display of dominance, bucked his hips up into you. “Keep your hands there,” you whispered while sitting up. All of your weight was now on his crotch. The pressure sent him spinning. You slowly slid your hands on your body taking your shirt off.

He gasped looking at you. He never went after looks always personality but fuck you were so perfect for him. It was hard listening to your instructions. He wanted to grip your sides as you bounced up and down on him.

But he stayed put. You slowly pulled your shorts off as well, it's not like they left much to the imagination. Your dark panties found their way to his body again grinding down on him. His mound pressing into you. “Let me take my fucking pants off,” he whined, lifting his head a little bit.

“God, you are so impatient,” you murmur moving your head down, he sucked in with clenched teeth as you slowly started to pepper kisses along his chest. “Ah fuck.” he whined bucking his hips against you.

“Shush,” you whispered, you continued to suck and pull at his chest skin adorning his body with hickies that matched the ones on his neck. He threw his head back trying to feel any sort of release or pressure.

“Mm, fuck.” He whimpered again he squirmed more under you, his slim waist flexing beautifully. “Johnnie?” you asked moving up above him leaving his marked chest alone for now.

“Yeah?” He panted out, his head still feeling like a jackhammer was bouncing around his brain. “Take your pants off,” you whispered. Your voice was so quiet he didn't hear you at first. A pause between the two of you capturing desperation.

Once the words finally filled his brain he scooted away from you and off the bed hastily ripping the belt he had been wearing off. You flipped on your back, head hitting the pillow.

You hooked your fingers around your panties to pull them down. “No! Don't, I want to.” Johnnie said, holding his hand out. You smirked at him feeling your panties sticking to your body.

He fiddled with his jean button before finally being able to undo it. He yanked his pants and boxers down, his cock springing up and hitting his chest. He crawled up the bed, staring down at you.

You were breathing deeply, gazing into his eyes. Johnnie grabs the blanket, dropping it over himself. His hands find their way to your sides slowly caressing up and down. His head ducked down to your neck.

He returns the favor of the hickies nipping at your skin. Your nails find their way to his hair, scraping his scalp and encouraging him to continue. You moaned out slightly at the contact.

His arms moved to either side of your head, his back flexing to reach every part of you. This time your hips moved up to meet him. “Who is the impatient one now? Huh?” he asked, you could feel the smirk on his lips.

“It's still you.” you teased him, slowly grabbing a fistful of his hair. He whined slightly as you pulled him away from your neck. His dick was resting on top of your stomach. “Johnnie, I need you,” you stated slowly. “I need you to fuck me,” you said, your voice dripping dominance.

Johnnie couldn't help but obey. “Fuck yeah, ok,” he muttered sitting on his knees and moving his hands towards your sides. Finally pulling your panties from your dripping cunt. You spread your legs open for him, his hands pressing against your thigh to stabilize himself.

Hu pumped his cock a few times before lining himself in your entrance. He slowly pushed into you, whimpering feeling your tight walls around him. He leaned down, capturing your lips. He slowly pulled out of you and snapped his hips back in. You whimpered against him.

Your nails found his back, he slowly started to pump faster and faster inside you. You moaned against his mouth scratching down his back. Your long acrylic nails surely leave him bleeding.

He moans into your mouth as he starts to approach his climax. “Fuck fuck I can't hold on for much longer,” he whines. “Keep going, I'm so close,” you whine back to him. He grips the pillows behind your head as his hips snap against yours.

The coil snaps as your walls flutter around his member. Your eyes roll back as you mewl out for him. Your orgasm washes over you like a powerful wave, you squeezed him so tight you pulled his orgasm out of him.

His hips stuttered for a second before continuing to pump in and out of you as white ropes shot to your core. After a few seconds, he stood still before removing himself from you.

You feel him drop to your chest bringing the blanket up over himself and holding you. He snuggled his head into your chest not wanting this moment to be over.

Eventually, it had to be. So to Johnnie’s dismay, he rolled over on the other side of your bed. You giggle as he lets out a dramatic huff. “Mmm fuck.” he mumbles his headache returning. You rolled over as well smiling down at him.

“We should go shower now,” you whispered, pressing a soft kiss against his cheek. “Mm later,” he whispered, wrapping his arms around you.

The two of you sat with one another for a while. Just resting, tracing his tattoos. Eventually you moved to the bathroom, turning the warm water on. You stepped in letting the water heat your body.

The shower door opened and you turned around to see Johnnie stepping in after you.

#jake and johnnie #johnnie guilbert #johnnie guilbert fluff #johnnie guilbert x reader #johnnie guilbert x you #johnnie x you #johnnie guilbert smut

[rougepancake]

Duvet

Experiencing the “there’s only one bed” trope with them

Ft. Muhammad Avdol, J.P. Polnareff, Jotaro Kujo, Noriaki Kakyoin, & Joseph Joestar

Warnings: Just fluff. I don’t have it in my heart to make this smutty 😭 Not proofread

MUHAMMAD AVDOL

He knows good and well that Joseph is the whore behind all of this 😭

As soon as he gets to the room and realizes that you’re all set up he wants nothing more than to pass away and die

Like you walk out of the bathroom with a towel wrapped around your body and he’s like FUCK

The funny part is he got shitfaced like two weeks prior to this and accidentally told Joseph that he would smash you if given the opportunity

So there you are. Standing in front of each other in total awkward silence as you both figure out what to do

“Would you like the bed for tonight?” He asks slowly, shifting uncomfortably as he stand before you. To his surprise, you only shrug in response.

“Nah. I’ll take the floor.” You turned your back to him and pulled a robe over your body, dropping the towel underneath it before looking back at him. “Plus don’t you have back problems or something??”

He stopped. How did you remember that? He had told you that when he first met you, as a way to make conversation, not in any serious connotation.

“R-Right…” He cleared his throat and looks down at you, giving you a stern look before speaking once again. “But it’s not good for you to sleep on the floor.”

“So what? You wanna share the bed then?”

“I don’t see why not.”

“What-“

“What?!”

He instantly regretted saying that I kid you not

Like he’s freaking out BIG TIME and is praying he just spontaneously dies in his sleep tonight

What if he does something in his sleep??? What is he sleep talks and accidentally confesses????

Yeah my guy is having an internal panic attack

Once you guys get around to getting to bed, he stays strictly on the edge of the bed, his back facing you. He wants to give you as much space as possible

But the mf wakes up holding you in his arms

Almost fucking dies because you’re still asleep and he almost shouted

The sight warms his heart though, so he allows himself to stay this way until you wake up

Then neither of you speak of it again

But you both kick Joseph’s ass afterwards

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

WHORE

He did this himself and failed at it so bad you guys

He was like “oh no I suppose we’ve got no other choice but to sleep in the same bed together”

You told him to sleep on the floor

Was genuinely offended but let you win because he thinks you’re hot

“Oh my, look at this situation we’ve gotten ourselves into.” He teased, smirking as he watched you set your stuff on the hotel bed.

“You mean you.”

“Pardon?”

You turned around and glared at him, rolling your eyes at his ignorance. “I know you set this up. Now suffer and sleep on the floor.” You pointed to a nearby corner, smirking as you teased him.

“You’re cruel.”

“Thanks.”

Is a big baby about it and eventually guilt trips you into letting him up onto the bed

Cries with relief when you cave

He snores so loudly that it makes you regret everything

Also cuddles in his sleep and you have to keep pushing him away but he’s like a fucking brick 😭

Rolls over at one point and nearly crushes you but plays it off in the morning

He’s batting his eyelashes and shit when he wakes up as if he slept like a cute little baby

You beat his ass LOL

Never heard the end of it from Joseph

JOTARO KUJO

Kakyoin set him up and he knew it as soon as he walked into the room

You had just gotten settled when you saw him walk in there

And holy shit was he pissed

Or he looked that way

He was projecting his embarrassment poorly

Naturally, there was one bathroom and one bed (which he hated)

He does not like the idea of forced proximity but deals with it because he’s got no other choice

So the question comes up of “do we share the bed or do we both sleep on the floor?” Cause lord knows you’re both too stubborn to let the other sleep on the floor alone

“What’s the plan for tonight?” He crossed his arms and leaned against the wall, his hat covering his eyes as he stood, which made it difficult for you to get a read on how he was feeling.

But his ears were red.

“I was just going to take the floor.” You shrugged, grabbing a towel before you walked over to the bathroom. “I don’t mind.” You closed the door behind you and he couldn’t help but blush at the thought of you just being so comfortable with this.

“You’re not taking the floor. I will.” He tells you through the door, and you scoff in response.

“You’re not taking the floor either then.” You grumble and turn on the water.

He pauses and has this brief moment of ‘so what now’ but once he gets what you’re insinuating he feels his heart fall to his stomach. What if he snores? Or crushes you?? Oh he’s so gonna kick Kakyoin’s ass if he makes it out of this alive.

Stays as far away from you as possible when it comes time to sleep. He’s got a good poker face but GOD DAMN his heart is about to explode

The two of you talk a little until you fall asleep mid conversation, which he finds annoying but doesn’t mind that much bc he’s a cutie

You wind up spooning him in your sleep and MY GOD he loves it

Dude would spend the rest of his life in your arms if he had the option

He sleeps like a rock though, so once he’s out, he’s out

But you wake up to Star Platinum poking your cheek and Jotaro asleep in your arms, which is such a beautiful sight 😩

Makes you wish you had a camera, but you just sit there and enjoy the moment

When he wakes up he makes you swear not to tell anyone about what happened

Secretly hopes that Kak has the balls to do this again

NORIAKI KAKYOIN

He gets to the room first and sets his stuff down on the bed, when you walk in after him he swears he’s going to have a stroke

It’s not that he minds or anything but what the hell???

All things considered, he plays it off pretty well. He’s smooth in the way he handles it and even offers to take the floor if you want him to

All the alarms in his head are blaring but he’s fine dw

The original smooth operator

Refuses to even let you suggest sleeping in the floor or anywhere else- you’re already here so why not just stay?

“So how are we going to do this?” He asks as he sits down on the edge of the bed, a soft smirk on his lips.

“I was going to j-“

“No.”

“Excuse me?” You paused and looked at him, seemingly offended by how he interrupted you.

“Surely it’s not good for your back.” He shrugged it off and patted the spot beside him. “Why don’t we just share the bed instead? That way no one has to sleep on the floor.”

“…fine.”

If you have any form of routine before bed, expect him to join you or help you out

This is his chance and my man is NOT throwing it away

Would do your hair if you asked him to

Probably reads before bed, so don’t be surprised if his side of the room is still lit up after you go to sleep

Subconsciously gives you head pats while you sleep next to him; catches himself and wants to die

At some point he finally decides to stop reading and grow a pair, rolling over onto his side and gently wrapping his arms around your waist

He loves the closeness, and loves being able to bury his head in the crook of your neck

It almost doesn’t feel real to him, but he’s happy that it is

When you wake up he teases you about how you slept like- “you snore” or “I thought you were gonna kick me off the bed”

Unlike the others, he’ll bring it up from time to time just to mess with you

JOSEPH JOESTAR

WHORE (pt. 2)

He set it up himself thinking he was about to be smooth and it went horribly wrong

Like as soon as you see him walk into the room you’re like “fuck”

But not in a ‘omg he’s so hot I can’t even’ type of way it’s more like ‘oh god no it’s Joseph’

“Oh my god!! There’s only one bed!!” He pretended to be shocked, his hands coming up to his face as he feigned surprise. “What’ll we do?!?”

“I’ll sleep on the floor.” With the way you said it, it was clear that you weren’t going to accept any other answer.

“Wha- are you sure? It’s not good for your back, or your anything for that matter.” He did his best to argue, but you shot him a glare and began setting up on the floor.

“Yep. I’m pretty sure.”

He’s never felt so defeated in his entire life

Like ever

Bro wishes he was as smooth as Kakyoin 🤭

Keeps hinting at it periodically, but gives up when you stop responding to him

Eventually, you fall asleep on the floor, your face buried into the pillow that you had taken off the bed

He decides to pull a funny and pick you up while you rest, setting you on the bed and covering you up before taking your spot on the floor

When you wake up you have a slight change of heart, but he’s still a whore so you’re not having any of it

Brings it up from time to time and his bullied by Polnareff and Avdol for failing so hard

They won’t ever let him forget

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Kinktober 11

🔞Minors Do Not Interact🔞

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: This one really scratched an itch I didn't know I had. I just keep learning more about myself in this fandom lol. I hope you guys enjoy this one! All characters are aged up.

Pairing: Neteyam x Fem!Omatikaya!Reader

Warnings: cnc?, Ropes, Restraints, Oral, (F receiving), P in V, Breeding Kink, Squirting, Creampie, Roleplaying, Neteyam being an aftercare king

You stir awake to the sound of rustling around you and the sensation of something tightening around your wrists. When you open your eyes, it’s still the middle of the night, but you snap fully to your senses when you catch sight of Neteyam’s figure looming over you. You try to use your hands to touch him, but find that you can’t move your arms.

“N-Neteyam?...” Your arms strain a bit and you’re met with resistance. Looking up, you see that you’re tied to one of the posts of your kelku preventing you from using your hands.

“Sorry, I-I didn’t want to wake you. I just…just needed you so bad…” he says lust heavy in his voice as his hands start to run up and down your body. He squeezes at your hips and chest and thighs and ass and anywhere else he pleases.

You’re too embarrassed to keep looking at him when he starts to kiss and lick at your nipples and mutters to himself about how soft you feel. Your hands want to cover your face, but he has you secured tight. You finally look at him again when you feel his thumbs hook around your tewng and start to slide it down your hips. You attempt to close your legs to stop him, but he easily overpowers you and keeps your legs open for him.

“Tey, wait…” you start to protest, but he’s clearly not listening when he hikes your legs up to your chest by back of your knees and dips his head between your thighs.

“Ah!...”

Soft, breathless whispers and mumbles about how sweet you taste and how badly he wants you come from Neteyam between the open mouth kisses he places on your cunt.

“Mmm, wanna fill you up. Make you pregnant…fuck…” he breathes while he starts to undo his own tewng. “Neteyam, don’t…” you whine, but it’s no use. His eyes are half-lidded and his pupils wide as he stares down at you pulling helplessly against your restraints. He’s already lining himself up with your dripping pussy. One of his hands cups your cheek and he gently shushes you.

“It’ll be okay, sevin. Just let me use you for a bit, yeah?” he says

“B-but—Ah!” your words are cut of by Neteyam sinking into you. With how wet you are, you can literally hear the sound of each inch stretching you open. Neteyam bottoms out in you with a groan feeling your cervix kissing the head of his cock. His hips start moving almost in their own thrusting into you.

Your head starts to spin with every push of his hips. You can’t stop the small mewls that slip past your lips.

“See, doesn’t it feel good, narlor?” he coos from above you. “So wet for me…” his chin drops to his chest watching how your pussy opens up to take him over and over.

“Nete—Haah! Neteyam, what are you doing?” it takes all your focus to form a single coherent sentence as you start to feel that familiar pressure building in your core.

“Just wanna give you a baby so bad.” He’s losing himself to the pleasure as his speed increases. The sound of skin smacking against skin fills the air while he pounds into you.

“Mmm! Mmf! Tey…you shouldn’t!” you say wiggling under him still struggling to use your arms. The rope he has you tied with is starting to dig into your skin, but the sensation of it starts to get lost under the thick blanket of hormones covering your mind.

“Need…haah, need to fill you up with my baby. Need you pregnant…” he’s devolving into a rambling mess, fucking into you like there’s no tomorrow.

Your toes start to curl feeling that pressure intensify inside of you. You can’t even form the words to get it out and tell him before one of his hands is pressing into your lower abdomen so he can physically feel how deep he’s buried in your cunt. The pressure behind your belly explodes squirting out all over his pelvis and thighs. You mindlessly babble his name over and over as you cum.

“Oh, fuck, that’s so sexy. Argh, shit! I’m going to cum!” he says watching your contorting face.

Your eyes squeeze shut relinquishing yourself to your fate. There’s no escaping the ties around your wrists or the bruising hold Neteyam has on you.

“Open your eyes, sevin. I want you to watch me while I breed you.” He says. He ruts his hips into you hard, punching your sweet spot and making your eyes fly open to look at him. His mouth is open in panting breaths before his rhythm finally falters and heat spreads in your lower half. A deep growl leaves his throat as he lets rope after rope of his thick cum spill into you. His hips keep moving languidly pumping more back into you.

Even when he stops, he doesn’t pull out of you, but instead he just sits there still inside of you while he attempts to catch his breath.

A wild smile spreads across your face when he looks at you.

“How was that?” he asks, chest still heaving.

“That was perfect , my love” you tell him making him snort out a laugh.

“You know, yawne, you have the strangest requests sometimes.” He says leaning down and kissing your forehead.

You scrunch your nose at him, “Whatever, you were so into it. Now, get back in character”.

He playfully rolls his eyes at you knowing he can never say no to you.

“Teyam, c-can you untie me now, please?” you ask meekly, resuming your little game.

“Not yet, sevin. We have to make sure it takes, don’t we?” he says giving you one hard thrust. And true to his word, Neteyam spent hours ravishing your body and filling you to the brim with his seed until you were a writhing pile of mush and even beyond that.

In the end, once both of you were completely spent, Neteyam finally released you from your ties. Your skin burned where the ropes had scraped against your wrists and ankles. Joints were sore from the numerous positions he would contort you into. And your core throbbed from the almost endless pounding you had endured.

He took his time tending to you afterwards. He cleaned you gently with a wet cloth, made sure you drank plenty of water and had something to eat before climbing onto the sleep mat with you and holding you close into his chest.

“We should do this again some time” he suggests with a lighthearted laugh.

“Fine, but next time, I get to tie you up.”

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