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meowzfordayz · 1 year

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caught with them (; — hashira men

Author’s Note: mostly humorous, but ~a lil steamy. 😉 Update: some are def steamier than others. 😅

caught with them (; — hashira men

Himejima Gyomei x Reader, Iguro Obanai x Reader, Rengoku Kyojuro x Reader, Shinazugawa Sanemi x Reader, Tomioka Giyuu x Reader, Uzui Tengen x Reader

Word Count: ~1,500

CW: 18+NSFW, accidental v!yeurism, cream!pie, dark humor, degrading language, explicit language, Fem!Reader

Emergency Request Fulfilled: Hi T! May I please request an emergency request (I'm getting surgery on Thursday and I'm a bit stressed) can you please write funny nsfw headcanons where all the male hashira ( except Muichiro) making love to their fem s/o and all of a sudden she calls out ,"Daddy!", And the guys think she's being kinky and they were getting so into it but then with her serious demeanor they stopped and turned to find out it was actually their s/O's Dad who came in to visit? Please and thank you.

~faqs~

“Daddy!”

Initially confused

Gyomei didn’t realize you were into that 😏

And he was too invested in how perfectly your pussy suffocated his dick to hear approaching footsteps 💀

“G-gyomei,” you gasp, burning w/ embarrassment, legs wrapped around his waist as you sit full and sweaty on his lap, nose pressed into his shoulder, suddenly grateful it’s his back facing the living room doorway

“Hm?” he murmurs lowly, blissfully unaware, nearing his orgasm as he continues guiding your hips w/ strong, broad palms

“Mydad’shere,” you manage to explain, nearly choking on the feeling of his tip grazing your cervix

😳😱😵

#Gyomei is no longer confused

“Oh dear,” he mutters, mortification clear in his voice

Even as his eyebrows furrow, cock twitching in your heat as he finally cums

Meanwhile, your poor dad’s like: 🫠🫠🫠

“Well don’t just stand there!” you shriek, “Go make yourself tea or something!”

Best believe your dad immediately disappears to make himself something much stronger than tea 😭

“Daddy!”

And that’s when Obanai remembers 😳

“Please tell me what’s happening isn’t what I think is happening.”😖

—You thought you knew what his desperation sounded like

—Especially after cockwarming him for hrs, clenching and gently grinding every so often to keep him on edge, computer screen bright w/ half finished work, swivel chair squeaking whenever you decide to roll your hips

—But this definitely takes the cake 🥴

“Unfortunately, my dad is here for our scheduled luncheon that we completely forgot about, but fortunately he is also going to wait in his car,” you grit out, glaring harshly at your equally distraught parent, “We’ll be ready shortly.”

Newsflash: your dad could care less about when you’ll be ready for lunch

In fact, he’d much prefer to cancel lunch altogether

Who needs lunch when their appetite’s just been ruined by an emotionally scarring event?

As soon as your dad leaves, you clamber off of Obanai’s lap, his cock slick and swollen as he slips from your heat, needy whine shiny on his lips

“We’ll revisit this later,” you promise, “With the door closed.”

Despite the waves of embarrassment still crashing through him, he can’t resist cracking a wicked smile, drinking in the sight of your naked form as you bend over to hand him his shirt, previously discarded on the floor

“Dessert? Sounds good to me.” 😎

“Daddy!”

Kyojuro pauses mid thrust, expression eager, chest pink from exertion, longer hairs tickling your collarbones as he haunches over you, “Daddy? Would you like to call me daddy?”

“Kyo-” 😭

Yk when yk what you should say, but you can’t seem to say it? 😬

Ofc that would occur at the least opportune moment 😃

“Sweetheart, there is nothing wrong with liking what you like!” lips grazing your throat, one palm pushing at your thigh, the other splayed on an overhead cabinet to steady himself, “If you want to call me daddy, then I am perfectly happy to be your daddy,” sucking lightly at your jaw, growling at the satisfying thud of your body against the countertop’s edge as he completes his thrust, balls sticky when they tap your skin

“Kyyyo-” 😭😭😭

“Call me daddy sweetheart, let daddy make you feel go-”

“So uh,” finally your dad sputters, “How about you guys text me when you’re finished?”

Kyojuro’s eyes = wider than saucers 😳

“I AM SO SORRY, I HAD NO IDEA.” <— 0.02 secs after your dad slams the front door shut

“That was hot,” you giggle breathlessly, shock still radiating, “Maybe I do have a daddy kink? You had me at a lost for words.” 😇

“Clearly!” he nearly whines, uncharacteristically bashful as he tucks his face into your shoulder, “I would have stopped immediately had I known!”

“I’m sorry, I short circuited.” 😅

“I hope he forgives us.” 😓

You snort, already recovering from the ordeal, “He’ll survive.” 😆

Pouting, Kyojuro clings to you, cock slowly softening in your pussy, “But I may not.” 🥺

“Oh hush,” you pat his head reassuringly, smiling as he nuzzles closer, “Let’s shower and get dressed. My poor dad’s patiently waiting.”

“Daddy!”

“Who’re you calling daddy?” Sanemi murmurs, body draped over you, grip warm and steady around your waist, your own hands clutching the edge of the sink, “Listen to your sloppy cunt, so pliant and needy, bent over in the bathroom like a cheap whore.”

“Sanemi,” you squeak, eyes glued to the retreating figure reflected in the mirror

“I asked you a question,” he growls roughly, nipping at the side of your neck, balls tapping your clit as his pace quickens, “Who’re you calling daddy? Who’s fucking your slutty hole? Who’s bringing you closer and closer to your climax?”

“Iwascallingmydad, daddy,” you blurt, diction hurried by the stretch and intensity of Sanemi’s thrusts

He shudders to a halt, dangerous stare meeting yours as he looks up into the mirror

“You WHAT?!!!”

You inhale deeply, enunciation precise and drawn out, “We invited my dad over for dinner. You got me horny. He let himself in… and then let promptly let himself out. We made eye contact in the mirror, I swear he nearly fainted, and I called him daddy because apparently that’s what I do when I panic!”

“Oh so this is MY fault?” 😒

“The fuck?” 😐

“That’s what I’m saying! You got me horny, bitch, you’re always horny! Sorry I enjoy pleasuring my woman!” 🙄

“Well don’t apologize for that!”

“Fine! I’m not sorry!” 😤

“So do I get to cum, or…?” 🙃

“You’re fucking weird. You still wanna cum? Now?”

“I mean dinner’s obviously off the table, so-”

“Fuck’s sake! Okay! I’ll make you cum!” 🤬

“Good!”

“Great! Better brace yourself princess,” Sanemi snarls, slipping his fingers between your legs to flick at your clit, “Because you’re my cocksleeve for tonight.”

—Don’t even ask 😃

—Porn isn’t realistic

—So why should my fanfiction be? 😂

“Daddy!”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu

“Uh huh baby, baby, fuck, f-fuck, FUCK,” he groans loudly, mouth parting slightly, couch pillow propping his head up to provide the perfect view of your perfect tits as you perfectly ride him

“GiyuuGiyuuGiyuu-”

Disclaimer: you’re panicking — not cumming 💀

#unlike someone #that someone being Giyuu

“Shit, you’re incredible,” he murmurs, eyes barely open, thumbs soft and greedy as they dig into your waist, satisfaction welling in his stomach as his cum fills you, warm and viscous, tip swollen and twitching, “Feels good, hm? When daddy cums in your gorgeous pussy?”

#riperoni Tomioka Giyuu x 1,398,742

You clear your throat, blinking awkwardly, “Dad, how about I call you in ten minutes?”

Indescribable dread flickers across Giyuu’s face

⚠️ESCAPE⚠️RETREAT⚠️WITHDRAW⚠️

But he can’t move 😭, bc he just came inside of you 😭, and apparently there’s an audience 😭

#talk about a mess #pun intended

“You do that honey!” *your dad frantically nods* “You do whatever you need to do!” *your dad frantically flees*

…

“Murder or suicide?” Giyuu asks quietly

“What?” 🧐

“One of us is a dead man,” he answers solemnly, “But I’ll let you decide who.”

*big sigh* “Neither you nor my dad has to die.”

“I disagree.” 😔

“Daddy!”

“The fuck?” 🤨 “Is your dad here?” 🤨 “Are you into that?” 🤨

The fact that Tengen hasn’t stopped thrusting does not help your ability to articulate 💀

“Well?” he grunts, biceps straining as he keeps you pinned to the wall, hands full of your ass, “Which one is it?”

“The fact that you don’t seem concerned in the slightest that it could be the second one is mildly concerning,” you mutter

Meanwhile, you’re frantically shooing your dad away, unable to do much more in your current ~position

“The fact that you only consider that mildly concerning is also concerning,” he retorts, “And quit fidgeting,” tongue licking along the curve of your jaw as he murmurs lowly, “Less wriggling, more cumming.”

The sound of the front door opening and closing barely registers to Tengen 😃

Is he that pussydrunk?

Nah

#he just doesn’t give af

#well

#sort of

“Tengen.”

“Hm?” he smirks, gaze glinting smugly at the feeling of your pussy sucking him in deeper, “You gonna cum for me?”

“You do know my dad was here?” breaking off to a whimper as his pubic bone grinds against your clit, “R-right?”

“I know,” he replies simply, fixated on your building orgasm, determinedly repeating his motions, spurred on by your ragged gasps and staccato moans, “I was certainly surprised,” tone amused and patient, “But I figured he’d leave as soon as he realized what he walked in on,” nonchalant as ever, “No point in ruining our pleasure for a brief interruption.”

—I’m not usually suuuper into Tengen, but damn 🤠😂

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jkslipppiercing · 14 days

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Never Been A Friend | Part 2 | Jeon Jk

♧ synopsis: Sneaky glances across the room weighed with a dozen different meanings left to be unsaid; confusion desire, lust. He was never a friend, was he?

♧ pairing: brother's bsf!jk, bratty!reader.

♧ warnings: jungkook is so pussy whipped it's hilarious, he's kinda in denial, masturbation but at the end, y/n is drunk, jungkook taking care of drunk y/n, jungkook curses like every other sentence, this is jk pov btw!!, kinda fluffy but really really cute, he loves her eyes, and i forgot what else, EXPLICIT CONTENT!!

♧ WC: 3.1k

a/n: hiiiii sweethearts! ive missed you guys so much 💕💕 make sure to read part 1 before reading this if you havent 🥹🥹 hope you enjoy and please tell me what you think!

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“y/n?” I shake her shoulder softly, attempting to nudge her awake. “wake up.”

When she mumbles something unintelligible and trails off to sleep, I exhale a soft sigh and hop out of my car after pocketing my phone and keys.

I'm fucked.

Utterly fucked.

The ride to her brother and I's dorm had been one of silence. Other than a few grumbles and whines from y/n when I seated her in the passenger seat next to me, she spent the ride peacefully sleeping. Unaware.

So unaware that I had to reach over and tug the hem of her dress down each time it hiked up her thighs. Her bare thighs. Her full, smooth, silky thighs.

Fuck, man.

She makes my blood boil.

I’m still not over the fact that she was left alone and oblivious before her brother had called me. How long had it been?

What if I hadn't picked up?

What if something happened to her?

Am I exaggerating? Maybe.

Does that lessen my anger? Fuck no.

No, because how the fuck can a brother be so nonchalant about leaving his sister alone while drunk? All for a quick fuck?

He's never gonna hear the end of it. I’ll make damn sure of that, but for now, I have to get this drunk-out-of-her-mind girl up to my apartment dorm.

I had tried asking her for her address multiple times, but all in vain, of course.

I didn’t even know she was in town.

Thought she had stayed with her parents in her home town- which her brother had mentioned only twice, maybe even three times- after graduating high school. He brought it up in conversation once but never justified why.

I mean, sure, not everyone wants to go to college and that’s fine, but why hadn't she?

Was she more of a liberal person?

Did she figure out her future already?

Why do I care?

I shake my head as I round the front of the car to get to her side. Her head falls when I open her door, and I instinctively catch with my hand, hoisting her up so she’s in a properly seated position with her head on the headrest.

God, I can already feel the headache approaching.

Taking her seatbelt off, I pat her cheek to wake her.

“y/n.”

No response.

“Y/n, come on.”

I pat her cheek again.

Nothing.

Oh well.

Placing one arm under her knees and another under her middle, I carefully slide her out of the seat and carry her into my arms. Her breath tickles my neck as her head rests on my shoulder, her nose nudging my pulse.

Which skyrockets.

Fuck, that felt good.

But I don’t know how to feel about that, because:

1. This is y/n we’re talking about.

2. A little nudge to the throat has me weak at the knees?

3. Toughen up, dickwad.

She huffs as she adjusts her head and pulls her arms around my neck for support, nuzzling my neck farther before mumbling something that sounded like, “mmm, warm…”

Her head is nestled to the crook of my throat and her breath sends a shiver down my spine.

The fact that I have to catch the moan in my throat has my cheeks grow an embarrassing shade of pink.

Clearing my throat awkwardly- which causes y/n to groan at the disturbance- I try my best not to disturb this brat’s beauty sleep as I walk up to the apartment building.

Wait…something’s not right.

I stop my stride short to try and point out the prickling feeling-

This brat’s dress is so short it might be flashing her ass by the way I’m carrying her.

Jesus Christ, give me strength.

○○○

Wincing at the loud creak of the door announcing my arrival, I nudge the door closed with my foot as I step into my apartment.

A shared apartment.

An apartment I share with the almost passed out drunk girl im carrying in my arms’ brother.

Yeah, shit.

Never in a million years would I have ever imagined this shit happening.

It’s not that big of a deal, except I cant really help the intrigue that accompanies the thought that comes with y/n.

Why did she scowl at me the first time she met me? Had I done anything to cause her to show such an awful bad impression?

I must admit, I never stopped thinking about her.

Not in a stalker way of thinking. I didn’t think about her in an obsessive type of way…not at all.

I guess I could say it was just…weird.

I never understood.

I was just interested.

Interested in the way her hips move on the dance floor.

Interested in the way she acts like a brat whenever she feels like it.

Hell, I'm interested in the way she flips me off whenever we cross paths for the fun of pissing me off.

Yes, she gets on my nerves; but she was never worth throwing a fuss over.

I barely saw her once every two months, if we’re being honest. The college her brother and I go to being almost three hours away from where they lived, it was a long trip.

But the way I felt about this girl puzzled me way more than I’d ever appreciate, especially since I knew nothing about her.

Nothing. Nada.

Where she goes to college, where she spends her time living, what she does on a daily basis…

No clue.

Then…what the fuck is she doing here?

A pained groan from the girl driving me insane pulls me back from my raging confusion.

She clings to me harder like a baby koala as she mumbled something incoherent under her breath, snuggling into the crook of my neck into what seems like her favorite habit tonight.

That one motion has become my weakness in a matter of minutes.

All because of her.

She does it again, this time connecting her nose with a spot right under my jaw. Her lips just shy of the skin on my throat, she groans in what seems like satisfaction.

My knees almost fucking buckle.

I try to focus on any sound in the apartment, relieved when I'm met with silence.

With a resigned sigh, I make my way to my bedroom.

Keeping my footsteps quick and light, I shift my door open with my shoulder-

Fuck!

I cant help the grimace that makes its way to my face.

It fucking reeks in here.

Of sex. Right. I was having sex.

The second relief of tonight washes over me when I find my bed empty, the sheets rumpled and messed up on top.

I should probably make a call to apologize to the fuck buddy previously occupying my bed, but I got better things to do.

A particular brat to take care of.

God, she cant sleep in here when it smells like this.

Making a detour, I go for the couch, setting y/n lightly on her ass. Her hands tighten around my neck in protest, which causes my neck to crane down awkwardly, but it still makes me chuckle when she frowns up at me through her blood shot eyes.

Fucking adorable, that is.

How her lashes prettily frame those sad eyes.

Sad eyes I was always unable to forget.

Those sad eyes. My demise.

Fuck me.

I untangle her arms from around my neck, adjusting the pillows thrown messily around the couch to create a cozy , temporary cocoon.

Picking her up swiftly, I lay her down on her side and brush a stray hair away from her face. Her soft, soft, soft features peer up at me as she struggles to keep those pretty eyes open.

“You’re smiling.” The cutest little slur laces up with her words and I just cant fight the flutter in my chest.

What the fuck?

It’s then I realize how hard I’m smiling.

“I’m not.” Too rough. Too scratchy. Too fucking vulnerable.

She’s not even touching you, fucker, and here you are. All hot and bothered.

Shut up.

She giggles, the sound reverberating as the most adorable drunken giggle I’ve ever witnessed.

It pains me how oblivious she is.

Her dress hikes up her thighs, almost baring her ass to me, and in other cases I would’ve been turned on.

But now? My blood fucking boils.

I should’ve killed that fucker while I could.

I’d taken care of drunk girls before, most of them being my friends.

I’m the boring ass in the friend group that always stays sober to take care of the others. The others that get so drunk and messed up that I have to take them up to their apartment and put them to bed because of how out of their mind they become.

I’ve never thought much of it.

Never cared, really.

But this girl?

Goddamn it.

One second she infuriates the hell out of me; she’s stubborn, hot headed, and just reckless.

Irresponsible.

Then the other I’m smiling like a dork in love.

She’s not even my type for fucks sake.

But then again, this is the first time I’ve seen her like this.

So vulnerable, with her guard down. I tug her dress to cover her ass with barely restrained madness.

She reaches up to touch my face with what seems like the utmost amount of effort from her to make any movement.

“pretty.” As she touches my face with light fingertips and pink cheeks.

Crumble. I almost crumble.

“Yeah?” I don’t know what’s gotten into me when I push away another rogue hair strand as she giggles again.

“mhm.” A little hum of contentment before she drops her hand and flutters those eyes closed.

Softly, softly, softly.

With a step back and a tired sigh, I cover her up with a blanket as I tuck her in and make sure she’s comfortable.

I make pretty quick work with taking my bedsheets off, with utmost effort not to grimace every time I get a slight whiff.

It’s not that bad…it’s just…weird.

Really weird.

Whenever I picture y/n in my bed, every single fantasy that clouds my mind is inappropriate.

But tucking a girl in a bed that was previously used by another girl just hours before? Not to mention, a naked one?

That’s a douche move.

And I never thought of myself lowly or in any way to appear humble. But im also not a fucking asshole.

Im arrogant? So what?

Im confident. I plead guilty.

Cocky? Whatever floats your boat.

I tug at my sanity that hangs by a dwindled thread. My thoughts race back to a dreamy gaze and soft eyes. Adorable frowns and drunken giggles.

if it was as easy as bottling them up in a pitcher so I could drink her in every once in a while, I would’ve done it a while ago.

If I could, I would.

My mind was so caught up with her that I didn’t even notice how fast I’d changed the sheets.

I’d cracked the window open for a little ventilation and fetched an air freshener, which made the room smell decent. Better than decent.

A quick change of clothes and bedsheets later, Im carrying y/n from the couch to my room.

I lay her on the bed and nudge her awake.

“y/n?” a tap to the cheek.

Thankfully, she stirs awake. The drunken haze a little lesser than before, but nevertheless still there. Her eyes peer up at me, droopy with exhaustion.

I clear my throat awkwardly under her gaze, switching my weight from one foot to another.

“you need to change.”

Her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion as she tilts her head.

“your dress looks uncomfortable to sleep in.”

Excuses.

“left you one of my Tee’s so you could change.” I turn around and head for the door, giving her much needed privacy. “you have five minutes. Change.”

And with that, im out of the room closing the door behind me.

I lean back on the door and take my phone out of the sweats I put on earlier, purely for the decency of y/n being here.

I usually walk around in my boxers as well as sleep in them, but it’s too early to traumatize the girl.

Not even past unlocking my phone, y/n’s voice reaches my ear from behind me as she yells my name.

I knock, unsure if I should come in, but enter when I hear her confirmation.

Peaking my head into the small opening I’ve made through the door, my eyes land on y/n with her facing me.

Her eyebrows are pulled together in concentration as her hands are both reached behind her back, apparently struggling with something.

Her heels are off and her hair is messy from her running her hands through it, her mascara smudged and her lipstick almost completely wiped off.

I don’t think I’ve ever seen a prettier sight.

Her lips pull forward in a slight pout, and she turns around to grace me with a view of her halfway bare back.

She tugs harder at the zipper, only getting it stuck farther.

“help?” she asks in a tiny voice, looking above her shoulder with a helpless look.

Noting how long I’ve been standing in place, frozen and doing nothing, I clear my throat as I shuffle my feet towards her.

“oh, um, yeah.” Staggering for words was never my thing. Rubbing my neck was never my nervous tick.

Except…y/n was never my thing, either.

Her beautifully messy hair cascades down her back, and I bundle it up with a hand and rest it over one of her shoulders. My fingertips lightly touch hers and the distraction that accompanies the shiver rolling through her body at the contact clouds my focus. Her hands fall to be replaced with mine at the zipper, and I tug gently.

It doesn’t budge.

Okay, it’s stuck.

Obviously, genius.

When my knuckles graze her skin as I try to get a better grip on the zipper, she shivers again, a soft sigh leaving her lips.

Pretty baby’s a sensitive drunk.

A giggly, bubbly, and hella oblivious drunk.

Focus.

I pinch the frayed open sides above the zipper with one hand and tug it with the other, a concentrated rumble of my chest unconsciously making an appearance.

I’ve apparently shifted closer to y/n in the process, and I just now realize that I might’ve groaned in her ear.

When I successfully slide the zipper down just above the curve of her ass, y/n turns around with a grace I don't miss even as my undying lust for the feel of her skin remains unwavering.

“thank you.” Sounds barely audible from how breathless she sounds, and fuck, when she bites her lip, I want to punch myself.

Those lips.

Those eyes.

My cock restrains, stiffening at the images attacking my mind with her lips around it.

A gust of wind blows through the curtains, thrashing y/n’s hair in all different directions.

I tuck a piece of her hair behind her ear, knowing damn well I have no business touching this girl.

This girl that stands almost naked and drunk in the moonlit darkness of my room.

Her softness bothers me.

Her innocence a loud cry for corruption.

She reaches up to undo the strands of her dress, and the realization that she must’ve seen something in my eyes snaps me back into reality.

I was always told how much my eyes could tell.

And judging by my earlier thoughts, she must’ve seen it.

The darkness.

The lust.

She starts to slip her dress down, down, down, and my mind is nowhere to be found.

My cock hardens at the thought of her naked, submission written all over her.

But this is wrong.

So wrong.

Even as I step closer to her and bind my forehead with hers, my mind goes in all different directions.

Fuck her.

Shut up.

“Y/n.” a raspy attempt at a plead. “you’re drunk.”

She closes her eyes. “I want this.”

Fuck me sideways.

I know for a fact she doesn't.

I'm not stupid.

Even as my forehead stays pressed to hers, I don’t miss the tangy scent of tequila on her breath. Faint, but there.

I haven’t forgotten how red her eyes still are.

How dry her lips are from all the alcohol.

The pink tint of her neck and cheeks.

Alcohol is flowing more than freely in her system, and I know for a fact she also wont remember a thing.

“you don’t.”

So I do something stupid.

Something I know I'll regret by tomorrow.

I stop her hand that’s tugging her dress down and cage it between both of our bodies. I place my other on her neck, long fingers eating up the space beneath her jaw as my thumb rests on her cheek.

I stroke it once, twice, three times.

And I kiss her.

A small, feather-light peck on her swollen lips.

It's not needy, nor is it hungry for anything more.

It's something I crave to keep me sane, at least for the next few hours.

Because this girl?

This girl is a deadly thing that will destroy me.

She’ll destroy me before I ever get the chance to ruin her.

And the bad thing is?

Even as I pull away,

Even as I shove my tee shirt into her hands and bolt out of the room after telling her to sleep,

Realizing the fact that I didn’t regret it scares me.

Even as I grab a towel, strip bare, and lock myself in the bathroom,

I think about her.

The freezing water does little to calm the white hot lust in my veins, and my stiffened cock stands true to that statement.

I wrap my fist around my dick, and I dare to fucking think about her.

I think about her on her knees, mouth open.

I think about her on my bed, laying on her back with her legs open.

I think about her on top of me.

I close my eyes and I fucking think about those lips, those eyes, that dreamy gaze.

Her soft sighs.

How she’d kiss me.

Would she gasp into my mouth?

Cry into my pillow if I pounded her pussy from behind?

Would she beg?

She’d be my little slut.

My pretty baby.

I cum the hardest I ever have, a guttural grunt and an explicit “fuck.” into the walls of my bathroom. Alone in a goddamn shower, when im fisting my cock and thinking about someone.

No, not someone.

Fucking y/n of all people.

And guess the fuck what?

I want to kiss her again.

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umeoniii · 1 year

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breeding w/ aot men 4 100 followers!

starring: eren, levi, reiner, kenny , & armin

!: fem bodied reader, nsfw, breeding kink obvi, eren bein a meanie, orgasm denial kinda in erens, age gap 4 kenny, lil bit of toxic relationship in armins, lowkey all the men are whiny ;)

a/n: rq ik yall looking like “KENNY?! LEVIS FUCKING UNCLE KENNY?!” YES, please guys you guys don’t understand how bad i need this old man, i want him to breed me frl. also for any1 new jean isn’t on here bcs i literally just did breeding 4 him!!

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eren:

“so fuckin’ good for me.” eren panted, thrusting his dick into you. you never thought joking about wanting a baby to eren was gonna result to him putting you in a mating press on the bed.

“hell yeah eren i would love a baby. a cute lil’ mini us. wouldn’t that be amazing.” you laughed holding up some baby clothes to your figure.

“what if i were to give you one?” he asked with a straight face looking at one of the shirts. it was a cute pink onesie that said “daddy’s girl.”

you ignored him trying not to start anything in the store.

on the way home you saw a look in his eyes through the mirror. you knew the look, the look of aggression and hunger. he was serious about the question he asked in the store, you weren’t.

when you got home and started to cook in the kitchen he came behind you, huge hands placed on your hips. he stood behind you his head placed in the crook of your neck. you sat quiet, waiting for him to speak first.

“i was serious y/n.” he paused, digging his nails into your hips, kneeding the flesh. “i actually wan’ get ya’ pregnant. you’d be so cute, we’d be tied for life.” he said, you felt his stare burn holes into you.

you put down the wooden spoon and stopped stirring the pasta. “s-sure.” you mumbled under your breath.

“sure what? that didn’t specify anything.” you felt his hot breath against your neck, goosebumps started to raise throughout your body.

“you can attempt to get me pregnant.” you turned towards him seeing the greedy look in his green eyes. he walked off to your bedroom leaving you standing before the stove.

you turned around turning off the stove and walked to your bedroom where you saw eren sitting on the bed fully undressed with nothing on but the necklace you had got him with your initial on it.

as soon as you got in the room he pulled down your trousers and panties, pushing you onto the bed. he pushed your thighs up to your boobs leaving your tummy with slight rolls.

“i don’t even feel like taking off that fuckin’ shirt, need to get you filled.”

he muttered aligning his cock to your achy hole.

he rubbed his tip through your folds then your clit. he smirked while teasing you.

“eren st-“ you gasped as he pushed himself into you so aggressively. his long strands of brown hair tickled your face as he thrusted into you squeezing your thighs.

“ m’ for reals baby, im gonna knock you up , you can’t do anything about it.” he groaned holding your shaky form close to his broad chest.

“fuck eren, feels so good.” you whined grabbing at his back.

“i bet it does you slut.”

if this is how it felt to have eren impregnate you, you’d have 1 million kids. your brain was still foggy as you saw his bulge in your abdomen.

“you feel so fuckin good, u want the baby to be in you just like i am right?” he said chuckling to himself. you nodded eyes tightly shut. you felt his heavy balls slapping your pussy.

you felt as he slid his hands under your shirt, playing with your hardened nipples. you yelped softly from the contact. he quickly bought your lips together, kissing you harshly. his tongue swirling around your mouth and licking at your lips and cheek.

he backed up away from the kiss.

“im gonna cum into your pretty pussy, ‘n give you so many kids.” he groaned into your ear, his fat cock twitching and pulsing inside of you. you looked at him as his eyebrows knitted together.

he moaned and grunted as he released his seed into you. “fuck fuck fuck.” he gripped onto you breasts harder.

he pulled out kissing you on the cheek.

“don’t worry about cumming baby, we’ve got plenty more times we’re gonna try.” he panted.

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levi:

levi gave you a confused look asking you to repeat what you just said.

“i said i wanna have your baby.” you said looking up at him.

“please vi’ baby, i think im ready to have a baby, i know it’s a big responsibility but we can do it.” you whined while he still looked at you confused.

“im not sure y/n. the way you talk about a baby… it sounds like you’re begging for a puppy.” he scoffs looking at you laying on his belly.

you turned around away from him. and the two of you sat in silence for a while.

levi was contemplating it, children were a lot and they’d be there for your whole life. he didn’t really have an issue, he wanted you to prove just how much you wanted a child though.

“how do i know you just don’t wanna have sex, unprotected at that?” he said.

you laughed softly to yourself, “no im so serious, i actually have very bad baby fever. i want you to be a daddy levi.” you turned looking at him with a sparkle in your eyes and a cute smile.

the way the word slipped out of your mouth, daddy, it aroused him. he wanted you to say it more.

“okay then.” he said sitting up and patting his lap.

you sat down on his lap and wrapped your arms around his neck giving him a soft kiss on the lips. he ran his hands up and down your body looking up at you. he pulled off all of your clothes and you took off his.

he was quick to attach his mouth to your breasts licking and sucking on your sensitive buds. he squeezed and played with your free breast. you looked and ran your fingers through his raven black hair, slowly riding his thigh hoping he wouldn’t notice.

he continued licking, leaving your breasts warm, you gasped and moaned from the pleasure he gave you.

“shit, i want you on my cock hun.” he detached from your breast a string of saliva following.

you moved his erect dick and lowered yourself onto him. you both groaned when he was inside.

you held levi close to your chest as you started riding him slowly, soft grunts escaping both of your lips occasionally. it felt so good having him inside of you, he made you feel like you were on a one way trip to heaven. he knew just the way to touch you, just the way to thrust. you heard him mumbling from inside your breasts.

“cant wait to be a daddy for you. for us. and for you to be a mama. you’ll do so good, you’re already a good mommy without a baby inside you.”

your soft thighs and his rubbed together, your cream coating his cock. you went blank as you felt your orgasm coming, levi’s head was still close to your chest.

“im about to cum levi. are you close baby?” you brought his head up with you finger tips.

he nodded, his eyes shutting close.

you continued riding him feeling him get deeper. you felt your orgasm wash over you like a wave. you came undone, feeling euphoric as you held levi close.

he felt how you tightened around him and held you tightly. whispering inaudibly about how much he loved you.

cumming inside of you he held you closely, groaning into the crook of your neck.

you sat catching your breath, feeling your cum and his seep onto his lap slowly. you looked into his eyes in a daze. he was out of it as well, he leaned back onto the head board holding you to his chest.

he kissed your head rubbing your back slowly. you couldn’t wait to have his children.

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reiner:

you and reiner had just came back from dinner. he had taken you to a rooftop restaurant for your anniversary, never settling for less.

you had entered the cool apartment sending a chill down your spine. the two of you sat on the couch, the lights and moon from outside being the only thing illuminating the two of you.

you and reiner had a little bit much to drink, you could tell by the way his grabby hands lingered on your body. he pulled you closer, sitting you on his lap. your ass brushed against his hard cock. he kissed at your neck the scent of tequila persistently swaying in the air as he whispered in your ear.

“fuck y/n i love you, i got you some more gifts, they’re gonna be here tomorrow.”

“okay reiner.” you groaned rubbing his leg.

he kissed you on the cheek, his stubbly beard and mustache scratching you softly.

“that necklace looks so good on you babe.” he said looking at the pendant.

you smiled at him, kissing him on the lips.

“fuck, i need you so much baby, let me show you how much i need you.” he whispered into your ear. you looked at him and brought your hands to his hard cock, palming him through his pants.

“really?” you whispered teasingly

“yes really” he breathed shakily

he didn’t even wait for an answer, he grabbed your cheeks pulling you into an aggressively hungry kiss. squeezing your fleshy ass in the process.

still making out with him, you worked your hands down twoards reiner’s pants. unbuttoning them, you slid your hand into his underwear pumping him softly. the kiss started to vibrate as he moaned from the pleasure.

“fuck y/n you gotta stop before i cum already.” he laughed breathily.

he layed you on your stomach onto the couch, pulling off your red silk dress, underwear and bra.

“fuck you’re such a cutie y/n, seeing you like this is enough to make me finish.” he pushed your hair behind your ear to whisper.

he pulled down his pants, and boxes freeing his fat cock. his crimson tip leaky with precum.

he put his large hands over your ass for leverage, shoving himself into you as quick as possible.

the sudden feeling of being full prompted you to yelp inside of the fluffy pillows on the couch.

“fuck baby you’re so wet and tight, im already outta breath. gonna make you feel so good.” he grunted thrusting slowly.

you whined as he thrusted very slowly, hands on both sides of your waist.

“reiner go faster.” you hiccuped, his slow pace doing almost nothing for you.

he sped up a little, whimpering in the process.

“you feel so good y/n ‘m gonna fuck a baby into you. ‘s gonna feel so good.” he said as he stuffed his cock in between your puffy lips.

he leaned down, his chest making close contact to your back.

“you love it dont you y/n?” his deep sultry voice whispered into your ear.

he sped up his pace, his balls slapping your ass and the back of your thighs.

you mewled deeply into the pillow, black stains now covering them from the mascara running down your cheeks.

“just like that reiner, so so good.”

he gripped your hair, the sound of your bodies slapping together being the only sound in the whole apartment.

reiner’s pace started to slow as he was getting closer. his hips bucking into your thighs.

“ im gonna cum inside of you gorgeous.” he said as he filled you up, his pace becoming irregular as he tried to get you to finish.

you cried out his name into the pillow, your nails digging into the arm of the velvet couch.

your pussy tightened around his cock, draining him even more as you came all over his dick.

he pulled out of you slowly, your cum and his spilled out of your pussy onto your thighs.

reiner fell on top of your back laying down on your. kissing your back and your cheeks.

“happy anniversary gorgeous.”

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kenny:

“yer’ quiet the lively one ain’tcha?” you looked up at the older man hovering over you.

“yes, sir’” you said, completely stopping from dancing.

“ya know, you’re a very beautiful girl. how’d you like to party with a cowboy, i can tell it wouldn’t be your first rodeo.” he winked

you thought about it long and hard. he was clearly way older than you, but oddly enough he was attractive for a man who could be your father, hell maybe even your grandfather. he stood very tall, black hair to his shoulders and a cowboy hat.

you did question why a random older guy came up to you asking for sex. maybe it was the way you had dressed tonight. or maybe the way you were dancing provocatively onto a few girls you had met earlier that night.

either way you weren’t gonna fuck an old guy with no money.

“so how bout’ it?” he said grinning over you.

“ $350, no lower.” you stated, staring at your pedicured nails. walking over to a table sitting down with your drink.

“why so high? you’re not tryna trouble an old man like me are ya?” he said jokingly sitting next to you, alcohol lingering from his breath.

“im serious, it wouldn’t go well with my conscious having sex with an old man for no money.” you looked at him batting your eyelashes.

“what are ya, a prostitue?”

“no, i just have morals and having sex with a man well over 40 ain’t one of ‘em.”

he chuckled.

“just cause you’re stubborn i’ll give you $400.”

“really?!” you looked over at him, pupils large.

“yeah, what’s your name sweetie?”

“what’s yours”

“i asked you first darlin’ “ he said slightly aggravated

“i’ll only tell you if you tell me first.” you slurped your caipirinha.

“you can call me kenny hun’ “ he rubbed your thigh.

“it’s y/n”

“that’s a very pretty name, say y/n let’s take it on somewhere else.”

you nodded.

you thought he was gonna take you somewhere more civilized. like a motel or his home. instead he took you out to his truck, it was surprisingly not that messy. he pushed you into the back seat and ordered you to take off your clothes.

“are you gonna at least take me to a motel or something?” you whined aggravated.

“im a busy man princess, i can but just know it’s gonna come out of that $400.” he chuckled holding your chin.

“fine.” you removed your clothes.

he looked over you, “you’ve got a mighty fine body.” he said groping your breasts. soft mewls leaving your mouth.

he licked at your soft nipples, turning hard from his warm tongue. he bit and sucked on your bud causing you to writhe in his padded car seat. he licked down your whole body to your soaking wet pussy.

“yer’ cunnie’s even cuter.” he groaned kissing your folds. he slipped his long thin fingers inside of you, curling them slightly going in and out.

you covered your mouth in attempts not to let him know that it felt nice.

“it’s okay pretty, sing for me.” he smirked rubbing at your thighs.

he took off his hat putting it onto your head. he removed his fingers replacing them with his mouth. smacking and slurping at your pussy while rubbing your clit.

“feels so good, mr kenny sir.” you gasped your hands entangled into his dark black hair. he stuffed his tongue into your tight hole, rubbing just the right spots.

it felt great, until he stopped. before you can inquire why, he undid his belt, pulling down his trousers, revealing his happy trail, then his hard heavy dick.

he spread your legs then sat in between them, entering himself

into you. he pulled you onto his lap as he started fucking you. your held him tightly moaning his name aloud.

“fuck sweetie yer’ makin’ me feel so good.” he grunted slamming into your gspot.

“fuck you’re gonna let me cum into ya right? im gonna knock you up princess.” you nodded your head tears pricking at your eyelashes.

he kissed you deeply the taste of rum and lime mixing in your mouths. your cream coated his cock and balls as he nibbled on your neck, his large hands sitting on your breasts, twisting and pinching your sensitive nipples.

“oh god kenny i think im gonna cum.” you hiccuped in his ear.

“go ahead cowgirl.” he grunted heavy balls slapping your pussy.

you held on close to him, your pussy gliding on his shaft. you shut your eyes as your cunt gripped onto him, white cum coating his dick. he continued bouncing you on top of him, the truck shaking from all of your movements.

he gripped onto your ass harder as his cock twitched, releasing his hot semen inside of you.

he panted, hair sticking to his forehead from his sweat. you leaned your head on his shoulder out of breath.

“that was so good sir.” you said in between breaths

“do i still gotta pay you?” he said breathy

“no, you’re fine. let’s do it again though.”

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armin:

you and armin had gotten into your 100th argument that month, or at least it felt like it. it was always over petty things and armin never tried to make things better.

“well maybe if you’d never moved my stuff this would’ve never happened.” armin groaned

“armin this wasn’t my fault, it shouldn’t have been on the floor like that, all i was trying to do was get it out of the way so no one would step on it.” you crossed your arms.

“you know what never mind let’s just stop.” he said clearly aggravated. he walked into the dining area and sat at the table by himself for a few hours.

you got up and told him that you ordered some food and that it was here.

“leave it, i’ll get it later.” he said quietly scrolling on his phone. you nodded going back to your room, continuing to get ready to go off to a party with your friends.

when you came out it the tight, revealing black dress armin stared at you in disbelief.

“where are you going?” he stood up.

“out with my friends.” you put on your earrings, “you’ve been giving me a hard time lately, i gotta cool off, get drunk, smoke, i don’t know but i gotta do something.”

“please y/n don’t go, im sorry about earlier.” he came up behind you giving you a hug.

“im serious im going out, you just eat. and no i’m not gonna cheat on you while i’m out. so don’t even try to start it” you said grabbing your purse and leaving out the door.

while you were gone armin sat alone at the table, by himself. getting up to take a shower and go to bed.

when you came back a few hours later you went into the room to see him sprawled on the bed in nothing but his sweatpants. you sat on the bed taking off your heels when he grabbed your arm.

“hm what is it baby?”

“did you have fun?” he asked sleepily trailing his fingers down your forarm.

“yes it was fun.” you laughed thinking about the night’s events.

“im glad you had fun.” he kissed your cheek. “lemme help you undress.”

he slid your dress straps off your arm and you pulled the rest of the dress down. revealing the white and red lingerie you were wearing under.

“why’re you wearing this?” he asked

“i was planning on trying to get things right with you when i came home.” you whispered in his ear sending shivers down his spine.

he sat up sitting next to you, admiring your body in the lingerie. the curves of your breast, the way he could see your pussy through the panties. he pushed you down on to the bed softly, sinking into the covers he rubbed his hands up and down your body.

he moved his hands down to your panties rubbing your clit through them. you moaned softly, bucking your hips against his fingers.

he pulled your panties to the side stuffing your wet pussy with his slim fingers. you gasped softly just as he touched the right spots.

he used his free hand to unhook the back of your bra freeing your breasts. he then groped your tits, squeezing and pinching your pebbled nipples causing you to squirm.

when he got up, you could clearly see the print of his cock through his sweatpants. causing you to get more aroused thinking of the things he’d do to you with it.

you slipped your underwear off as he pulled down his sweatpants. he teasingly rubbed his tip through your wet slit a few time before stuffing himself inside. he put your legs around his waist, fucking you softly.

“fuck you feel so good armin.” you moaned looking at the ceiling, your breasts bouncing up and down.

he moaned softly sliding his cock in and out of your wet greedy cunt. as he thrusted back and forth you could feel him in your abdomen, with the way he was fucking you it felt like he was hitting your brain.

“god y/n you make me so mad sometimes, but i still love you either way, can’t help but adore your adorable face and body.” he grunted while trying to contain himself inside of you.

he thrusted even harder his hands gripping your sides as his skin slapped against the back of your thighs, getting more red from all of the harsh contact.

“im gonna cum armin.” you hiccuped

“i want you to come all over my dick.” a smirk tugged on his lips

“im gonna cum inside of you y/n, im gonna cum so much it’s gonna give you a baby.” moaned into your ear

his words bringing you closer to climax as you gripped onto him, nails red painted nails scratching onto his back. leaving marks that would be tended to later on.

“ah armin.” you gasped as you tightened around his dick, practically squeezing him dry.

his pace became sloppy as he tried to keep up with himself, “im gonna stuff you. im gonna fill your womb with a baby. ” he whimpered in your ear releasing himself all inside of your cunt. he thrusted riding out his high before he stopped, mouth agape panting.

he indulged in a soft kiss from you groping your breasts.

“fuck sometimes it’s so hard being mad at you.”

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a/n2: sorry this took a lil long… i hope u guys like it, sorry if i’m not perfect at writing with breeding. also ik i said i was gonna do 6 men but that was lowkey a lot considering i couldn’t really think of anymore characters… but thank u guys for 200 i love you all <33

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crushmeeren · 4 months

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Everyone involved in this FICTIONAL NSFW drabble is aged up/18+, if this bothers you just block me or keep scrolling

Note; just a reminder this is NSFW & it involves consensual drunk sex, ALSO I may be a bit buzzed while writing this, I’m writing it to get it out of my head so —enjoy & happy holidays

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I bet drunk sex with Megumi just hits the fucking spot.

It’s late Christmas Eve—well technically it’s really early Christmas morning. About 2:00 am as you & Megumi stumble in through your front door. A bit too loud, giggling at any of the bullshit that comes out of your boyfriend’s mouth.

You’re flushed, it’s too warm in your home and as soon as Megumi can get the front door shut & locked with his wobbly fingers, you peel off your coat. Tossing it on the back of your couch as you try to keep one foot in front of the other on the way to your bedroom. Hand braced on the wall for balance.

Your cheeks are on fire, sweat beading on your forehead & a dull throbbing has started up behind your eyes. It hurts, not to mention your limbs like they’re lagging in a video game and you have to squint to see anything.

You can vaguely hear Megumi trip behind you, slamming against the door frame on his way in to the room. He lets out a whiny “ow” & you can’t help but giggle.

“Careful Gumi,” you tease, words only slightly mumbled as you flip the light on. He giggles in response, sounding like a little kid.

“Oops,” he whispers cutely—you’re not sure why he is, he was obnoxiously loud 10 minutes ago.

Your mind is only focused on one thing though, getting your suffocating ass clothes off right now. So you do, even taking off your panties because why the fuck is it so hot in here?

Either way, you get completely naked & fall face first into your soft sheets. Slowly crawling up to your pillow and flopping down ungraciously.

You let out a soft moan of relief into the blanket as the coolness of the air soothes some of your burning flesh. You try not to feel nauseous as you twist your neck to look at Megumi, curious as to what he’s doing.

You watch him pop out from under his crew neck sweatshirt, finally only in his boxer briefs now. The statement “Gumi is pretty”, completely fills the space in your brain. Pushing at your skull until it’s the only thing left in there.

“Gumi, c’mere,” you request, words slightly muffled by the pillow. His eyes widen when they finally refocus on your naked frame. You watch him stare at your ass for a beat too long before he holds your gaze again.

His cheeks are pink, eyes hazy, but he gives you a dopey smile & nods. He barely remembers to turn the light off as he walks towards the bed.

You can’t tell what he’s doing in the dark but then he slips under the blanket, lets you do the same and presses his entirely too warm frame against yours. His arms settles around your waist, hooking a leg between your thighs and then digging his toes under your knee.

You moan lowly when you notice he’s naked now too. Fuck he’s so warm, so soft & you just really want him inside you right fucking now. You’re burning again, but not just from the last shot you took earlier.

Your heart beats harshly against your rib cage and you tug on his wrist urgently.

“Gumi,” you murmur. “Want you so bad, need to have sex with you, please,” you plead, pussy already clenching out of nowhere at the thought of his pretty cock dragging in & out of you.

“Mm? Y’sure sweetheart?” He whispers, voice low in your ear, warm breath tickling the side of your face. Still, he slides a hand down to your pussy, placing two fingers on your clit. He rubs tight, slow circles.

“Yeah, c’mon Gumi,” you reply, choking on a moan. Your back arches as his fingers send a wave of warm tingles down to your toes.

He doesn’t hesitate though, sliding in between your legs & settling there. His cock is hot & hard as it drags over your thigh as he gets situated—you almost wish you could suck it instead, but maybe tomorrow.

You grab onto his shaft as he plants his hands by your head, dragging the tip through the lips of your slick pussy. You both moan desperately & Megumi apparently can’t help himself either—because he pushes his cock all the way in at once.

“Fuck Megumi, your cock—nngh!” you whimper, feeling the sburn of being stretched so intensely. Either way, it sets your nerve endings on fire as the sting blends with pleasure.

“Baby,” Megumi whines, voice high pitched & breathy. He’s only slightly more coherent than you are. He’s lowered his body weight onto you, face buried in your neck, arms snaked under your back & over your shoulders so he can grip them.

“I know Gumi, I know,” you murmur, voice soft & desperate as he starts to pull his hips back halfway, forcing a gasp out of you. You lace your fingers into his soft, black hair—holding his face securely to your throat.

Everything feels like it’s in slow motion, brain mushy as you let Megumi roll his sinful hips into you again & again. You wrap one leg around his waist to give him more wiggle room. He takes it, nails digging into your skin as he holds your shoulders tighter. Soft lips pressed against your neck.

Megumi moves fluidly, tilting his hips up so he can drag his cock over your sweet spot with each thrust. Warm tingles race up your spine, into your brain as he fills you over & over.

Megumi is huffing into your throat, warming your skin and you tug on his hair making him hiss. He’s moving roughly, not quickly, but it’s more than enough get you even more drunk on his cock.l than you were.

“Baby,” Megumi pants brokenly. “Need you to cum, your pussy’s so good, I’m gonna cum soon,” he all but whines. You shiver & nod. He takes it & runs, pushing the pace of his hips the best he can in this tight position—making your eyes roll back in your skull.

You’re both slick with sweat, sticky & warm. The added sensation of your nipples sliding against his chest is overwhelming as he pushes you higher & higher. He’s punching wet hiccups out of you, whispering how much loves you, how sweet your pussy is & you can’t fucking take it.

“Megumi, please,” you frantically choke out the words. He holds you even tighter, making sure to curl his hips up even harsher this time. Your pussy flutters, knot winding up tight in your lower belly. It snaps violently. Your moans are watery & thick as you cum, arms around his neck holding him tight as he works you through it. Almost choking him.

“Oh, oh my god,” Megumi groans lowly as you clench tightly around his cock. You melt into a puddle of goo as you return to earth, eyes blinking slowly & heavily as Megumi finds his release. Filling you with sticky, warm cum in shallow thrusts.

You both lay there, Megumi’s forehead on your chest as the two of you catch your breath. Your heads fuzzy, his head’s still fuzzy & you’re pretty sure you’ll fall asleep like this.

You’re reminded again just how much you love Megumi when he at least tries to be coherent enough to turn you both until you’re on your sides, facing each other. Megumi pulls your soft blanket up to cover your waists.

Neither of you make a move to clean up. Instead you lazily slip a leg over his waist & his warm palm meets your thigh. Megumi kisses your forehead softly & you hang on just long enough for the two of you to exchange I love you’s before passing out.

You’ll deal with the mess in the morning.

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sturniolo-rat · 29 days

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Pathetic Part 1

Chris Sturniolo X Dom!Reader

A/N: you asked for it and I delivered. I am but a humble civil servant born to peddle smut to the masses.

Contains: p in v sex, female masturbation, overstimulation, toys, bondage, begging

TW: Shouldn’t be any

In which Chris is horny after coming back from tour and he ends up getting vibed like a needy slut.

Chris wants to be touched. He just returned from a tour, and Matt has dropped him off at Y/N’s house. They’ve never been apart that long, and he misses being touched. He’s been hugging fans for a month, but those are friendly touches. Chris needs the type of intimate touches only Y/N can provide.

He knocks on her front door, and she takes a while to open it. She wasn’t expecting him until tomorrow. She thought since he got back at midnight, he would unpack and get some rest. She’s in her hot girl jammies. The special pair of pajamas that every girl has for when they want to feel sexy while they sleep. Not sexy in a lingerie way but sexy in a casual “I didn’t put any thought into this; I'm just naturally this hot” kind of way. Y/N’s are a pair of very short pink pj pants covered in strawberries and a cut-up D.A.R.E t-shirt that falls sensually off her shoulders.

At the sight of her, his eyes start to well up, and he envelops her in a hug, sneaking his hands under her shirt to touch the skin on her back. His emotional greeting takes aback Y/N. “Fuck, I missed you so much.” He says into her neck with great frustration.

“Oh, my baby, you don’t have to cry. I missed you, too,” she says in a nurturing tone, rubbing his back. Let’s go inside, okay?”

“Mhmm, okay,” he says in a small voice. She leads him by the hand into her house. He is mesmerized by the way her thighs rub together when she walks, the way her hips move, and her ass jiggles. She’s so fucking sexy. When they reach her living room. In that same small voice, he says, “No, not here.” Never letting go of her hand moves, he moves so close to Y/N that their chests touch. “Upstairs,” he whispers.

“Why? I was just gonna-”

“Please, I need you.” He interrupts, his voice cracking.

She puts her hands on his face and kisses him softly. “You want me to play with you, kitten?”

“Mhmm, please.”

“Okay, baby, come with me.” She walks him to her room, and he doesn’t know what to expect, but he knows he’s going to be taken care of. Come on, let’s get these clothes off you.” He raises his arms so she can lift his shirt and remove it. Then she helps him out of his sweats and boxers. When he’s all naked, she runs her hands up his sides and over his chest, giving him chills. She has to stand on her tiptoes to whisper in his ear, “You’re so pretty, Kitten.”

“Thank you, miss.” his cheeks get all rosey, and he gives her a tiny smile.

“Welcome, baby. Lie on your back for me. Hands above your head and head on the pillow so you’re comfy.” Y/N watches as he gets into position. He’s not being bratty tonight. He must really be desperate, and that’s just how Y/N likes him. She opens the nightstand to retrieve a long red silk ribbon to tie Chris’s hands. The sight of her bringing out the ribbon makes his cock jump.

“Miss,” he whines because she’s taking so long to touch him where he needs it most.

“Hush, kitten.” She stands in front of the bed and slowly starts to take her shirt off, making sure her hands linger on her curves, and her hands stop to squeeze her breasts before pulling it over her head. She bends over to touch her toes before sliding her shorts down her legs. Chris is surprised she’s not wearing any panties. She doesn’t need to tease him like this; he's already so hard and ready for her.

“I’m gonna touch you now.” She looks at her acrylic nails. They’re short, stiletto-shaped, freshly done, and extremely pointy. She walks to the side of the bed and gently glides her nails from his neck to his chest. It tickles, so he smiles a bit. She drags them over his nipples. They start to pebble, and she stops to flick and suck at them. Some men don’t have many nerve endings in their nipples, but Chris isn’t one of them. His nipples are sensitive, and he loves when Y/N plays with them. Once his nipples are as hard as they can be, she runs her nails down to his navel. The sensation gives Chris goosebumps. She figures tonight is an excellent time to try sensory play. He needs to be touched, and she’s teasing him by touching him in a way he doesn’t expect. When her nails reach his lower half, his hips start to buck in a silent plea for more contact. She pulls her hands away, and he moans out of frustration.

She grabs something else from the nightstand before she sits in front of him on the bed. Her legs are open, feet flat on the bed, with her pussy on full display. “Miss, please,” he begs.

“I’ll get to you soon.” Y/N runs a finger through her folds.“But I have to take care of myself first.” She says breathily and starts to rub slow circles over her clit. She lets out a soft moan. He tugs against his restraints. It’s so hard for Chris to watch Y/N touch herself. It’s unfair that she’s not touching him and even more unjust that he can’t touch himself watching her. “I wanna be able to give you all my attention when I pleasure you.”

Once she gets her clit is all warmed up and engorged, she takes out the vibrator from behind her back. Chris remembers the very distinct moans that it elicits from her. She turns it to its first setting. Then runs the tip of her toy against her opening to get it nice and wet before she holds it onto her clit. The steady low vibration feels so fucking perfect. Her eyes shut, and she bites her lip to hold in her moans. She wants to cum quickly so she can focus on Chris, so she speeds up the vibrator. “Oh, fuck.” She rubs her toy up and down her clit. Chris can’t help but watch as her legs shake and her hips start to buck. She’s going to cum all over that toy, and he’s never wanted to be an inanimate object this bad in his whole life.

“Fuck, I wanna see you cum, miss. Please, please cum.” He says, knowing it’s what she needs to hear to get her there. With his words on her mind, she throws her head back and lets out a roaring moan. Her pussy starts to clench, and she cums.

When she comes down from her high, she hears the feeble cries Chris has been letting out. “Oh, kitten, did you want a turn?” She teases. Y/N moves on the bed to sit at Chris’s side and holds the vibrator up. “I know we haven’t tried this yet, but I thought you’d like it.” She turns it to its second setting. The one that transitions back and forth from slow to fast vibrations. Holding it only centimeters away from the tip of his rock-hard cock she asks, “Do you think you’ll like it?”

He nods his head eagerly. “Yes, miss, I do. I really, really do.” She lowers the toy onto his cock, but it starts fast, and he winces because he isn’t ready for it. As it slows to a low rumble, his muscles relax, and he is able to bask in the pleasure. He’s never felt anything like this before. Y/N starts to rub the vibrator in circles over his head. He closes his eyes, gets lost in the feeling, and lets out a low string of moans. Just as he’s getting comfortable, the vibrations gradually speed up. “Yes, yes, yes.” His moans get louder, and waves of deep pleasure roll through him, but only for a moment because already it’s slowing down. Y/N makes up for the lost sensation by stroking the base of his cock. He goes through another cycle of high vibrations, but her hands are touching him this time. His abdominal muscles start to constrict, and his hips begin to buck up into her hand. “I’m gonna cum! Can I please cum?”

“Oh, you wanna cum, kitten?”

“Mhmm, yes!” He whines.

She removes the vibrator and stops moving her hand. “Well, I don’t want you to cum, just yet.”

“Fuck!” He cries and kicks his feet in frustration.

She puts a finger to his mouth. “Shhh.. I don’t want to hear another complaint come out of your pretty little mouth.”

“I just want you to touch me and make me cum please.” He begs, his breathing uneven and heavy. Before responding, she swings her leg over and straddles him.

“I am going to make you cum. I promised I would take care of you.” She grabs his face with her hand and gives him a soft kiss. “And I always take care of you, right?”

“Mhmm.” He says, looking at her with those doe eyes. She sits on his lap with her pussy right up against his base. When she looks down, she sees the tip dripping precum onto his stomach. He is in complete and utter agony, waiting for her to line him up and sit on his cock. He rocks his hips to create some friction. He just slips himself between her pussy lips and gently jerks himself off using her folds. Y/N likes watching him get his dick all wet with her cum. She almost abandons her plan and just pushes him inside, but instead, she follows through and grinds her pussy onto him. He’s whimpering now.

“Please sit on my cock, I’ll be so good.”He’s so close to getting what he wants, but she’s just not giving it to him. Y/N grinds her hole all the way up his cock until he’s convinced she is going to let him in, but she pulls back at the last second. He lets out a little yelp, and she leans down to give him a long, passionate kiss. She moves her hips faster, and she uses her hands to pinch his nipples. He throws his head back and lets out a moan from deep in his chest. “I’m so close!”

“Oh, how close are you, kitten?”

“Please, I’m so fucking close!” She sits up, and all of the contact he so loves is lost. “No, no, no, don’t move, please!”

“I’m sorry, baby, I know, I’m so mean. I just wanna make sure when you cum you truly appreciate it.”

His eyes are closed, and he feels defeated and hopeless. Y/N takes this moment to sink down onto his cock. His eyes shoot open, and he lets out a gasp. “Yes! Thank you, miss,” she places her feet flat on the bed and uses her knees to bounce up and down on his cock. Fuck he fills her up so nice. She leans back, using his legs to keep herself up and bouncing. He doesn’t moan anymore; he whines and yelps and mewls at her every movement. He’s so fucking pathetic he has a year running down his cheek.

Y/N can’t move any faster on to him, so she says, “Buck up into me, kitten, make yourself feel good.” He does. And he does it really fucking fast. He’s jackhammering into her, and she frees one of her hands to rub her clit. Her pussy is tightening around his cock, and she’s moaning like crazy, even louder than with the vibrator. He’s so afraid to tell her how close he’s coming to an orgasm, but he knows that it’s what good kittens are supposed to do.

“I wanna cum with you!”

“Mhmm,” she nods.

“Please, miss, can I cum with you!” He doesn’t realize she already said yes. He’s losing his faculties to his impending orgasm.

“Yes, baby, you can cum! You can with cum me, and in me, and afterward, we can do whatever the fuck you want because you’ve been such a good fucking kitten for me!”

He doesn’t say anything as he climaxes; he just lets yel, which causes his voice to break. The sound of it pushes Y/N over the edge, and she sits back down on her knees, still keeping Chris inside her. She continues riding him softly, clenching and unclenching herself around him, gently milking his cock. When Chris finally returns to planet Earth, he’s okay with the small movements. Pretty soon, though, it starts to hurt. “Oh shit. That hurts a bit.”

“Hmm? You don’t like it anymore? You were just begging for it a minute ago.” She is highly amused with herself.

“That was different, and you know it.” He cringes.

“But still no safe word from you, huh? Who’s to say I’m not just giving you the thorough fucking you deserve?” She continues riding him as she unties his hands from each other. He’s much stronger than Y/N, so he uses his hands to hold her hips and stop her movements.

“Thank you, miss, for the thorough fucking, but I think the fun is over.” He says in his “real man that is 2x stronger than you” voice and playfully moves her off him.

“I was so freaking awesome tonight.” Y/N is so proud of her dom performance. “I pulled out at all the stops.” She counts on her fingers

“We had bondage, toys, edging, and overstim!”

“Yes, you did great, baby. You took advantage of my very pathetic state, and it was amazing.”

“And I didn’t have to plan it! I crafted it on the spot like a fucking evil mastermind!”

“Alright, don’t get ahead of yourself. I bet you I could do better on short notice.”

“Fuck you! No way!” She smacks his chest.

“Well, the next time you come to me in a pathetic touch-starved state, we’ll see who doms better.”

“Deal.”

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neopuppy · 8 months

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the jisung fic/hard hours…idk about everyone else but if it’s jisung i eat it up! like im blushing and giggling…it’s almost embarrassing 😅 I AM 100% ENCOURAGING YOU TO WRITE THAT!! if u want to ofc <333

*deep breath* alright….here we go

warning. omega Jisung+alpha y/n, thigh riding, messy orgasm

“Jisung, I don’t fucking care that you’re not an Alpha.”

He stops abruptly, pinned under your hips, bridged over his stomach to diminish his chance of getting away. His fussing calms down long enough to lower your face into the crook of his neck. “This is why you never smell like anything?”

A struggled whimper pushes from the back of his throat, flinching at the contact as your nose grazes over his scent gland taking in deep inhales.

“Caramel, vanilla and caramel..”

Jisungs falls flat letting out a long deep sigh the more you take in the barely there hint of his Omegan scent, it’s faint, but enough to render you breathless as it traces past your tongue and fills your lungs. “You smell so..”

He flinches, reaching for your shoulders to push you away. His typical clumsiness and awkward behavior had surprised you, months of living a lie that had you convinced enough despite his abnormal mannerisms and traits.

The Omegas size over you swayed your apprehensive thoughts well enough, even now as he manages to overpower you enough to at least switch your positions in spite of your effort to keep him down.

“You have to stop!” Jisung says frantically, grabbing your wrists to pin by the sides of your head before you can take control over him again. “Promise me you won’t tell anyone!”

“You know I can’t do that, Omega.” You bristle, twisting your hips to push off the floor and free from his hold.

Jisung’s blown pupils dilate rapidly, grinding his teeth together in a panic as your thigh propels up and settles against his groin. “What do you want from me?” He gasps, sucking in a ragged breath. “Pack leader will have me killed.”

His grip on your wrists loosens enough to squirm your way out, inadvertently crushing your thigh between his legs to push yourself up into a sat position, circling around the same waist you always found oddly slim, too defined and miniscule for an Alpha. “You really think I’d let them touch you?”

Jisung’s cheeks flush, bright pink on the apples, a deeper shade of red making its way to his nose the more he succumbs to every desire he’s contained for so long now. Nights of shoving a towel between the crevice of his door, leaving his bedroom window open in hopes of not awakening any Alphas with his sweet delectable scent. Not even suppressants could stop him from biting into his fist, cock rubbed raw against his pillow for a petty taste of relief.

“There’s always been something about you.” Creeping beneath his shirt, you tickle across his back to the dip of his waist, greedily delving your fingers into the carved hollows until your thumbs nearly meet at his navel. “Too pretty for an Alpha.”

Jisung can’t stop the moan that draws out from his parted pouty mouth, left open to swallow in as much air as he can the more you inch closer to him until your chests stick together; heartbeats thrumming at a matched pace. “All this time wasted trying to convince myself that these sub-genders mean nothing.”

His head shakes, eyes wrinkling shut to stop tears from rolling down his cheeks. It’s useless from the moment your thigh nestled between his muscular limbs, bending at your knee to rut against his growing size in a rough manner. “When was your last heat?” You ask huskily, tracing up deep lines of lean muscle carved into his stomach. “It’s been a while hasn’t it baby? So desperate, humping against my leg like some pathetic pup.”

Jisung whines, dropping his face in heated shame as embarrassment scorches its way across his features. Even the tears streaming down his cheeks offer a cooling sense of relief as arousal and need for more take over his mind.

“Please,” he wheezes, arms thrown around your shoulders to lean his forehead against yours, panting out faster to match each adrenaline fueled pump of blood racing through his veins. “Don’t ask me, please.”

“That long?” You coo, smoothing your thumbs around his hardened perked nipples. “Think you can cum from this alone? Is that how long it’s been, pup?”

Jisung nods pitifully, bottom lip trembling as you tweak and pinch at his chest, tugging his peaked nipples roughly and successfully earning a chase from his hips. “So long Alpha.”

The whimpered cracks between his words hide his weak attempt to stay strong. Head too clouded by lust and the delicious abusive friction against his covered length. “More, need more than this.”

With thick pink lips hung open, he leans forward, nose to nose, blinking dumbly and whining. “Will you give me more? Touch me more?”

“Cum for me like this first.” Dragging your nails down his sides hard enough to leave stains of red behind, you grip around his narrow hips, firmly gathering the fabric of his jeans between your digits. “Wanna feel you make a mess on my thigh just like this, show me how good you listen.”

Jisung’s teeth chatter, biting down and shifting his weight lower on your thigh until the hot center between his legs sits half on your pelvis, hands moving to your shoulders to hold on tight and fuck against you in earnest.

“Is this what you wanted pup? What my Omega needed?”

He groans, eyes rolling back far enough to leave only the whites visible, long neck stretched back further enticing you to claim and ruin every pretty inch of clear smooth skin.

“Alpha, I’m—oh fuck, I’m cum—“ his hips jerk, gasping out harshly. Lower half thrashing against your thigh hard enough to leave marks and bruises behind. The rough texture of his boxers and jeans adding a different sensation with each rub and sloppy thrust.

“Cum for me.” You breathe, chest rising rapidly. “Pretty Omega, so pretty for me. Give it to me baby.”

Jisung gasps, stomach caving in as his limbs give out and he drops against your chest, losing his breath with the strike of powerful orgasm ripping through his body. The release drenching right through his bottoms and leaking out onto your thigh forming a huge stain of sugary wet slick and cum.

He’s easy to lay back down after, limp and dizzy, the exposed bottom half of his stomach twitching with the last bits of bliss exiting. Fresh tears have him blinking quickly, a dreamy gaze following your movements as you reach to unsnap the button of his jeans.

“Alpha..”

“Shh shh..” you whisper, slowly unzipping him. “Alpha wants a taste.”

#asks #nct hard hours #nct smut

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rae-and-mezo · 1 year

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The legacy characters reacting to mc/you kissing them?

A/n: I assumed you meant the first kiss...if I am wrong please let me know! I really liked this one, fluff is my forte. If you guys would like a girls version, let me know! This just got waaay too long lol.

Sebastian Sallow:

Alright. To go in order, he is surprised, flustered, and then overjoyed.

I imagine you're trampling through the woods in search of some potion ingredients. After all, Sebastian despises paying for things he can easily grab from the wild.

So the two of you are searching for a white flower with a blue and pink center. It's harder than it looks but you're having the time of your life being so far away from anyone but each other.

Sebastian thought that maybe this would become a patronus memory. He wasn't wrong!

"There it is!" You exclaim out of nowhere. He turns to see your outstretched hand reaching for a clearing in the cliffs. A cave. The flower is in a small, narrow cave.

Magic is forbidden outside of Hogwarts grounds, and somewhere long ago you had passed the border. So a summoning charm is out of question.

Sebastian hoists you on his shoulders so you can wriggle into the small space. And, of course, you do. There is a small moment of panick where you thought that you might be stuck, but he helped you out smoothly.

Of course, you have to thank him with a kiss. So yeah, you stand on your toes and plant a small kiss on his lips. The two of you had been dating for less than two weeks and you were tired of him not making a move to kiss you.

Unbeknownst to you, he was going to kiss you as a little reward to himself for saving you.

His arms wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer to him. He wouldn't let you off with ONE kiss!

On the outside he is calm and collected but on the inside, he is so giddy it's almost contagious. The most amazing person at Hogwarts just kissed him? And he's kissing them again? Yeah, he smiles into the kiss and has to bite down a happy giggle.

Ominis gets SUCH an earful that night!!

Ominis Gaunt:

Mans is the definition of "Pining."

Everything you do has him absolutely enamored, willing for more. And when I mean everything, I mean he's listening you tend to a flobberworm with a HUGE grin. But, he never makes a move because, well, you're the hero of hogwarts! Surely you could do better than a blind, cold, Gaunt.

He agreed to spend the afternoon with you in your Vivarium. After all, he loves animals! Maybe not as much as Poppy, but he definitely is in his happy place. Warm grass, sunshine, a Mooncalf laying it's head on his stomach, and most of all, you!

His smile grows impossibly larger once he hears you laugh. "Ominis, he just rolled over! The worm!" There wasn't much incredible about worms in his opinion, but you were excited and that made it worth it.

"That's incredible! Maybe you can train them like dogs!" You flopped down on the grass beside him and smiled at his comment. "I bet I could learn to make leashes for them. Considering they don't have necks, it would be a challenge."

You were close. So close. Was that new perfume? Ominis went into overdrive, subtly scooting away from you. He couldn't stomach the thought of you hearing his heart beat out of his chest after all.

"Ominis?" He craned his head in your direction. Was he blushing? Oh merlin, he hoped not.

"I was just talking about Hogsmeade, are you alright? Usually you jump to go to Honeydukes." Genuine concern laced your voice and he smiled. You always were just too kind.

"Fine, sorry. Go on."

But you were silent. It wasn't until he felt a weight against his arm that he realized you had moved closer.

"Ominis, has anyone told you that you're gorgeous?" You laughed at his guffaw. "No...?"

"You are. Beautiful, even. Handsome if I do say so myself."

Your breath tickled his ear. How fast does a heart have to beat in order to explode? He dreaded to find out.

"MC..." He trailed off, not knowing what to say.

"Can I kiss you?" You offered instead.

His mind was screaming at him to decline, screaming that he would somehow hurt you, but his heart took charge and he found himself nodding.

If he thought you smelled sweet, you tasted sweeter. And he sighed at a gentle kiss. His heart calmed down, everything seemed to calm when you were touching him.

Carefully he placed a hand on the back of your head and pulled you in for another kiss.

As he felt you smile into the kiss, all his worries about not being good enough went away.

You were here, with him, and that's all that matters.

Garreth Weasley

Golden retriever boyfriend!!

Technically (and I use technically very loosely here,) You guys aren't dating.

But he calls you pet names and you kiss his cheek, one of you is always sneaking the other into your dorm for cuddles, and hand holding is almost a second reflex.

So yeah. Other than not being labeled as partners, you guys are dating.

And it's after quidditch that you guys...make it official.

It was the house cup and you both were playing. Whether it be both for Gryffindor or Gryffindor versus your house, the two of you are up in the air.

After not having Quidditch fifth year, it's a warm welcome to be up and fighting for your house!

The game was intense, and you could hear your friends screaming for your victory in the stands.

A large number of people had gathered outside of the pitch as well. The house cup always drew former students back to watch their old house win.

All the attention must have gone to your ego, because you were playing amazing!! Even your rivals were gawking at you. Of course you were good at quidditch before, but the extra attention makes you a superstar!

And so when the snitch is caught and the crowd goes wild, the pure Euphoria washes over you in a wild wave.

You had won, and you had won in a landslide.

Garreth is spotted and you don't think twice before jumping from your broom to his, laughing at his confused expression.

"We won!!" You exclaimed, grabbing onto his shoulders and smiling so wide it hurt. "We won the house cup!"

"I kno-" Garreth is cut off by you grabbing his face by the cheeks and kissing him hard. His face goes almost as red as his hair!

The broom stutters underneath you and he quickly calms it down, grabbing onto your waist and kissing you back just as passionately.

Well, Natty catches you guys, noticing you aren't on the ground celebrating and her laugh is what makes you break apart. With embarrassed glances, the two of you follow Natty back down to the pitch.

Leander Prewitt:

Boy is too confident in his mistakes.

By that, I mean, he asked you on a date to the three broomsticks. It went well and you were feeling all fuzzy...until he tried to kiss you.

Of course you didn't mind being kissed by him but he goes in with all his confidence and smashes his forehead against your nose, causing it to bleed. So he goes to grab a napkin but knocks his chair over and it lands on your foot. Then, picking it up, he bumped into the table and spilled your butterbeer. The hot liquid went right into the woman at the adjacent table's lap.

So, naturally, he helped you stop the bleeding and then he ran. He's been avoiding you since then and your feeble attempts at finding him don't work.

He's...a mess.

Garreth comes and finds you a couple days later and he can't even keep the irritation out of his tone while he tells you that Leander would like to speak to you. Meet him at the DADA tower tonight.

He walks away before you can ask him what time.

You waited for three hours and your annoyance grew by every moment. Of course you didn't blame Leander, Garreth didn't tell you what time! To your knowledge anyway. No, Leander CHOSE not to give a time because he heard Sebastian talking about how feelings intensify after a waiting period.

Welp. Not exactly what he meant, Leander, but okay.

When Leander peeks around the corner, he thinks you don't notice him, but oh boy, you do.

"Can you BELIEVE Garreth didn't give me a time? I have been waiting for three bloody hours! Gah!" You slammed your book shut and stood to face him. "It's okay. What would you like to talk to me about?"

He's too busy mentally beating himself up to answer you immediately. "Oh, uh," He stutters after a few seconds. "I just wanted to say that I am so, so very sorry for how our date went."

"It's not your fault, Leander, don't worry! And Nurse Blainey fixed my nose. No worries."

He still didn't look convinced. Even though you had to stand on your toes, you stood and kissed him lightly on the lips. "It's all alright, Lee."

Okay he malfunctioned. Mans just stopped working.

Slowly his face goes pink and his smile grows. He might be a loser sometimes, but hey. He's your loser.

Amit Thakkar.

So, so Awkward.

Yes, he likes you. Alot. But you don't like him that way, and that's fine! He values your friendship anyway. Well, he thought you didn't like him that way.

Truth be told, you were absolutely smitten with him!

Who doesn't love a handsome and smart, not to mention sweet boy?

The only person who knows this is your best friend, Poppy.

And of course, she is determined to get the two of you together. Because if she heard you ramble on about liking him but knowing he doesn't feel the same one more time, she might just lose it.

So in History of Magic one day, she notices Amit isn't glued to the board. He's scribbling in his notebook, but- wait. He's blushing.

She takes the seat next to him, leaving both you and Amit confused. He's quick to turn the page. This doesn't discourage your friend whatsoever. Instead, she just smiles to herself. When Amit isn't looking, she switches their notebooks and comes back to her normal seat next to you.

"I have something for you."

You can only blink at her. After all, she was acting very strange. "O-okay?"

And she hands you his notebook, flips a page, and wow you are face to face with a page of love poems. Mostly original ones too. Written in your house colors, describing someone who could only be you.

"I told you!!" Poppy hisses at you with a triumphant smirk on her face.

After class, Amit stayed behind to look for his notebook. You stayed behind to give it to him.

"Poppy had this." You can't meet his eyes.

Oh no. He knows what you read.

"Mc! It's not- I didn't mean to- Oh merlin MC, I'm sorry you had to read that."

His face is PALE because he is convinced you think he's weird and want nothing to do with him now.

"No, no, Amit don't apologize! I thought they were incredibly sweet."

Oh great, now they're trying to make him feel better.

"Really, I did." You continued. "I- I have my own Poems actually. I mean I didn't write them myself but I like Poetry. Alot. I guess what I want to say-am trying to say I mean- is that I feel the same way about you."

Amit went from pale to flushed in record time. "You do? I-wow, okay-wow."

An awkward silence filled the room before your enchanted watch dinged, letting you know that you were late to Charms. "I have to go...will you meet me at the Astronomy tower tonight? After dinner?"

He is still blushing as you lean in to kiss his cheek. With a shy half smile you leave the classroom, smiling to yourself. He is left standing in place, a hand over where you kissed his cheek and a shy but ecstatic grin on his face.

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masuchu · 2 years

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↻ MORNINGS WITH HIM ?!

pairing. dazai x reader, chuuya x reader, kunikida x reader

warnings. none, fluff

a/n. wrote this at like 2am , hence how small it is aha,, i like it anyways tho :b

dazai —

dazai loves being in bed with you, not even in a sexual way, (though, he loves that too.) mornings with dazai are soft, warm and lazy. you’ll wake up (nine times out of ten, before him) with his arms wrapped tightly around your waist, his chest pressed against your back, getting as close to you as possible. it’s nice to just bask in the feeling of each other for while, in a tired state of half awake/half asleep, putting your hands over his and pulling him closer (if that’s even possible). you’ll know when he wakes up, because he’ll shuffle around a bit and begin to press small kisses to your neck, chuckling softly when you whine and tell him it tickles. if you try and make a start to your day, getting up to make you both breakfast, he’ll pout and pull you back down to him, complaining about how he rarely gets days off and how you should both sleep all day. and to be honest, you do like the sound of that. maybe you’ll get up in an hour or so, but for now, some more sleep won’t hurt you..

chuuya —

mornings with chuuya are calm, lively and loving. he usually wakes up before you, it’s out of habit, he’s used to early mornings and lates nights at the base. he really savours his time with you when he can, he’ll run his hand softly over your cheek, laughing lightly when you press into him in your sleep. if your fast asleep, he’ll slowly inch of bed and make his way to the kitchen, making breakfast for the both of you (but always making your favourite things, even if he doesn’t like them.) maybe the sizzling of the pan will wake you up, a little disappointed at the lack of your lover, but mouth watering at the smell of warm pancakes and newly cooked food. laughing at the sight of him in your pink frilly apron, you’ll hug him from behind and tell him to come back to bed. he’ll smile softly, turning around to hug you back, stroking your hair and saying ‘i’ll come back with food in a few minutes, how about you go and wait for me, hm?’ you can’t say that doesn’t sound good, so you’ll wait for him, curled up in blankets. he’ll chuckle as he walks in, sitting down next to you and telling you to open up, say ahh. the rest of your morning will be spent feeding each other, wiping honey of your faces and sharing strawberry filled kisses <3

kunikida —

kunikida takes pride in his carefully thought out routines and life guides, his mornings always included waking up early, working and writing. that was, until he met you. mornings with him are teasing, lively and filled with guilty pleasures. he’d still wake up early, maybe 6 am, it’s natural for him now. he’d try and get up, but with your arms clinging onto him and your chin hooked over his shoulder, it makes it quite hard. so he’ll sit there, debating wether to wake you up, move you or indulge in a few more hours sleep (something so unfamiliar to him that he’s overthinking it already.) he’ll settle for just waiting for you to wake up, which he’ll find out, was probably a bad idea. when you finally wake up, he’ll cup your cheek and say please let me up, love. you’ll pout and whine, telling him a few more minutes won’t hurt, pleaaaase? and he just can’t say no when you give him that face, as much as his brain is telling him too. those few minutes turn into an hour and he’s given up on work, in fact, he’s completely forgotten about it. all he focusing on is you, how you laugh at his grumpy face and kiss his nose when he looks away, the way your face lights up when he agrees to take the day off.. he’s really changed because of you. for the better? he’ll never tell, but if it’s for you, then he’d like to say it’s for a good cause (๑˃̵ᴗ˂̵)

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Cat's Out of the Bag | Moriarty the Patriot

Summary: It looks like you've been rudely interrupted mid kiss with your (secret) lover. Suffice to say the situation is quite awkward...

Content: SFW. Sherlock being Sherlock. Jokes about some characters reading too much into the situation but there is no mature content going on. Please don't tag this as anything but SFW!

Characters: Sherlock, Louis, John

Notes: Let me kiss them on the foreheads please 🥺

Sherlock Holmes

Well, this is certainly surprising. Mycroft didn't suspect that his routine "wellness check" (code for his surprise paintball gun fights) would end up with him walking on his brother sharing kisses with a lady

(He was sure he told him to beware of women once...)

And really, in the living room of the flat for anyone to walk in on! It was as if Sherlock would show no shame in being caught (true)

But...Mycroft didn't remember any woman catching his little brother's eye. It seems that this was a well-kept secret indeed

"Sherly, if you are going to show your affections to a woman, there are appropriate places to do so. Out in the middle of the sitting room with the door unlocked is not one of them."

"What do you want?" Sherlock hissed, running a hand through his messy hair. "Why do you always have to show up at the most inopportune times?!"

"Because I care for you, Sherly," Mycroft answered with a smile. Then his gaze drifted over to you, your cheeks growing pink. "My apologies for not properly introducing myself. You may call me Mycroft. I am Sherly’s elder brother."

"No one asked, now get out," Sherlock huffed, crossing his arms and rolling his eyes. "You've spoiled the mood."

"Why didn't you inform me that you had a lover? You'll be needing all the advice I can spare if this relationship is to be maintained. Besides, do you even know basic biology?" Mycroft sighed, shaking his head. "You have a terrible habit of only absorbing information that interests you. It's to be assumed that you have no inclination of the topic of se–"

"All right, that's enough!" Sherlock exclaimed, leaping out of his seat and pushing his brother towards the door. "Please, my dear, darling older brother, do not come back without an invitation. Bye!"

And before Mycroft could formulate a witty response, the door was promptly shut in his face, locked with a key for good measure.

"...Sherlock?"

"Don't mind him. He's always this irritating." Sherlock huffed, returning to his spot beside you on the sofa. "I'm sorry if his visit resulted in embarrassment for you. Now you can imagine what I have to go through on a regular basis."

"Pesky older brothers," you laughed. "I suppose it's fortunate I don't have one of my own."

"Truly. If you did, I have a feeling that they'd be grilling me on my reasons for courting you. I don't need any more sibling drama than I have now."

"Well, at least he's gone now, right?"

"And hopefully he won't be back for a long while."

"I'm guessing his display just now is the reason you didn't tell him that we're together?"

"Precisely. Now, I'm afraid we'll have to be careful about him barging in again. He can be quite stubborn in that regard."

"It'll be alright," you said, placing your hand atop Sherlock's. "At least now we know what to expect."

"Well, next time he can 'expect' the nearest object being tossed at his head."

Even Sherlock gets so embarrassed you thought, smiling when you noticed the red tips of his ears.

“You’re blushing,” you said, unable to resist the urge to tease him. It wasn’t often Sherlock got so flustered, after all.

“I am not.”

“You do realize that you scratch the back of your neck when you’re lying, right?”

Sherlock tsked, playfully rolling his eyes before pulling you into his arms. “You’ve picked up on too many of my tactics. You’ll pay for this!” Your laughter echoed throughout the flat as Sherlock tickled you mercilessly until you confessed to your ‘crime’.

However, a few kisses of recompense bribed your way out of a guilty sentence. Maybe that favoritism made Sherlock guilty, too, but he wasn’t opposed to the two of you being partners in crime.

Louis Moriarty

Well, well, well. Who knew sweet and innocent Louis would be caught with lipstick stains on his face?

Moran knew he shouldn't be so delighted at the sight in front of him, but it was almost like...he was seeing a little brother become a man

Besides, Moran didn't count on any of the brothers having a secret relationship. To say this was a surprise was an understatement. Perhaps the others would like to know…

"Sorry, Louis. Was I interrupting something?" Sebastian asked, unable to hide his toothy grin.

"Just what on earth are you doing entering the room without knocking?!!" Louis' glasses weren't enough to hide the blush creeping on his face which grew more and more noticeable by the minute.

"Didn't think you'd be so busy," Moran replied, wriggling an eyebrow. "The evidence of the crime is all over you."

"There was nothing indecent going on here!" Louis his face in his hands, internally plotting a million ways to get rid of Moran without arousing suspicion.

"You shouldn't have to say so if that were the case."

"Moran!!!"

"Okay you two, calm down, all right?" you sighed, trying to salvage the last bit of decency between you and Louis. "If Moran came in here, he probably needs something from us. What can we help you with?”

"Well, I was just dropping by to say that the last mission we discussed is still on. William's already moving forward with the plan. However, if you also need me to get the manor empty for a while, let me know. I can pull a few strings."

"Whenever you speak with William again,” you said through gritted teeth, “can you ask him to teach me how to get away with murder?"

"Oh, that's quite a specific request. Care to elaborate?"

"I'll elaborate when I put you six feet below the ground, Sebastian."

Moran put his hands up in the air in surrender, though the grin never left his face. "I was just joking around. Besides, if Louis gets this embarrassed just kissing you, there's no way he'd be able to–"

Moran jumped as a knife whizzed past him and embedded itself into the wall.

"If you get so caught off guard just by running your mouth, there's no way you'd be prepared for a surprise attack by an enemy."

"Aaand would you look at that, it's half past tea time! Better go help the others with the details of the plan."

You didn't think you'd ever seen Moran run out of a room so quickly.

"Louis, please don't threaten him. I know he's an idiot sometimes but..."

"Nevermind him. Shall we continue where we left off?"

You blinked, taken aback by Louis' sudden boldness. "O-Oh. You...want another kiss?"

Louis' lips turned upwards in a wicked grin. "Put them where your lipstick will be visible. I want Moran to remember how he barely escaped this situation with his life."

John Watson

Oh, uh…huh. Sherlock didn’t think twice about bursting into his dear friend’s room to excitedly inform him of the success of his new experiment and ended up…well…seeing John mid kiss with a woman he’d never met before

He couldn’t help but stare slack-jawed, completely oblivious to the mortified expressions of his companion and “friend”

But Sherlock had seen far stranger things, so he was able to quickly regain his composure and snap back to his usual self

“John, you should have told me you were going to have a lady friend over! I would have made sure to stay out of the flat for a while.”

“N-No,” John stammered, his tanned face flushing, “I wouldn’t make you leave so that…I…”

“It’s quite all right to want some privacy! Kissing someone is a very intimate affair after all, and I’m not about to ruin my dear Watson’s chances at romance!”

“I–”

“So, whaddya think of John?” Sherlock asked you with a wink. “He’s quite the catch, isn’t he?”

“Sherlock! I thought you just said you were going to give us some privacy…”

“Oh, I agree,” you replied, leaving John and Sherlock wide-eyed at your honest confession. “To be honest, I didn’t expect John to be so…good at his craft.” You winked back at Sherlock, the two of you exchanging smiles. It seems you were already well on your way to gaining the detective’s approval.

“[Name]!” John cried, burying his face in your shoulder. “Don’t start teasing me, too.”

“But you’re so cute when your face turns all red~” you laughed, lifting up his chin with a finger. “Besides, I can tell you like the fact that I take the lead in this relationship.”

Poor John was going to end up as red as a tomato if you and Sherlock kept on like this.

“Well, I’ll be going now. I’ll return in a couple of hours–got some detective work to do and all. Enjoy your kissing. Goodbye!”

As soon as the door clicked shut, John breathed out a ragged sigh. “I was not expecting all this attention today.”

“Shy are we?”

“Please, I don’t know how much more my poor heart can take.”

You laughed, wrapping your arms around John’s neck. “I’m sorry. You’re just so cute when you’re like this.”

John pouted his lips, pulling you in closer by your waist. “I’m the one who’s supposed to be saying that.”

“Then do.”

John’s eyes flickered down to your lips and back to your eyes, silently asking for your permission. You answered his question with a nod and smile, and soon enough, his lips were back on yours, bringing you to a state of unending bliss, whispering sweet nothings reserved just for you.

“Yes,” he said against your lips, unable to hide his smile, “you are quite adorable, darling.”

#guess who's back (for now) :3 #moriarty the patriot #moriarty the patriot x reader #sherlock holmes x reader #louis moriarty x reader #john watson x reader

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daisies-daydreams · 6 months

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Nanami x chubby MEXICAN reader..like imagine that 👀. He comes home late from work and tired as hell like always. And we’re cooking his favorite cause we love him. He comes up from behind and starts groping everywhere. We just teehee at him and ask him how was work. He then trails his hand downwards and says ‘you know damn well I’m not here to talk about work’…THEN HE GOES ABSOLUTE HAM IN THE BEDROOM..ACTUALLY WE BARELY EVEN MAKE IT TO THE BEDROOM. HE IS A STARVING MAN. He then goes rough af (with consent ofc) degrading the hell out of us..maybe include something with his tie 🤭. Yeah..SORRY IF THE REQUESTS ARE A LOT MY BRAIN IS LIKE RUNNING WITH NO STOP BUT I GOT YOU 😇🙏 please don’t rush take your time. Let my three pile up if it helps/doesn’t get stressful. Remember writing is supposed to be fun and not monotonous or boring. Take time on yourself. Hydrate and eat :3 LOVE YOU 🫶🫶

Relief (Kento Nanami x F!Plus-Sized!Mexican!Reader)

Pairing: Kento Nanami x F!Plus-Sized!Mexican!Reader Category: Smut Warnings: Swearing, Oral Sex (F!Receiving), Bondage, Praise/Degradation Kink, Hair Pulling, Doggy Style, Cowgirl, Consensual Spanking, Unprotected P in V Sex (You know the drill), Papi/Daddy Kink, Petnames (hermoso, bebé, conejita, mi vida, ángel, darling, dear, sweetheart), Several Mentions of "Slut" and "Whore", Creampie, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms Word Count: 4k+

A/N: I'm so down bad for this man...it's not even funny. 😩

Disclaimer: I’m not Mexican and am very rusty with Spanish. I tried to write this fic as respectfully as possible. If anyone has any (constructive) criticism, please let me know so I can improve on making my work more thoughtful and aware. Thank you.

MINORS/AGELESS BLOGS DNI

Your eyes lit up as the front door slowly creaked open. Your husband’s massive frame took up the doorway as he lumbered inside, his face riddled with frustration.

“Hola hermoso,” you winked playfully. Your husband grunted as he shrugged off his coat.

“Hi,” Kento replied curtly as he slipped off his glasses. You hummed to yourself as you turned your attention back to the stove. You swayed your hips side to side as you turned over the korokke frying in the pan.

“I’m making your favorite tonight: pork korokke fried in garlic oil!” you called. Kento nodded as he placed his shoes on the mat before making his way towards you. You soon felt him press against your back, your eyes widening as his covered, half-hard cock slotted between your cheeks. You grinned as your love rested his hands on your waist, his pink lips brushing over your plump cheek.

“Did you miss me today?” you giggled as Kento slid his hands beneath your shirt, his deft fingers caressing every soft roll and curve of your upper body while his lips wandered down to your neck. He only responded with a groan, his eyes half-lidded as he cupped your breasts through your bra.

“You have no idea how happy I am to be home,” he sighed in a husky whisper. You giggled again as he squeezed your tits.

“I’m glad you’re home, too, bebé,” you hummed as you flipped the korokke over again [baby]. “So, how was work?” you asked in an innocent voice as you arched your spine, pressing your ass harder against his growing erection. Your breath hitched as his fingers slipped away from your supple breasts and slid past the elastic of your sweatpants.

"You know damn well I’m not here to talk about work,” he rumbled as he brushed his fingertips over your mound. You squealed and gripped the plastic spatula as your husband’s hot, steamy breath tickled the shell of your ear. You bit your lip as he pushed your panties aside and swiped his fingers along your slit.

“O-Okay. What do you want to talk about?” you nearly lurched forward as Kento pushed a finger against your clit. You gripped the counter with your other hand as your husband circled your puffy bundle of nerves and kissed behind your ear.

“I don’t really want to talk right now, dear-I’m famished,” he said as he pulled his fingers from your pants. You bit your lip as he licked his wet fingers clean, wrapping his tongue around his thick digits. You gulped and rubbed your thighs together.

“Well, dinner’s almost done-“ your jaw went slack when he yanked down your sweats down your thighs in one swift tug. Your body jiggled at the sudden movement as Kento sank to his knees. Goosebumps broke over your skin as your love kneaded your supple cheeks in his hands before spreading them apart.

“Why would I want that when I have my favorite meal right here?” your husband husked behind you. You curled your toes the second he pressed a gentle kiss to your wet cunny.

“P-Papi,” you mewled as he tilted his head to the side, capturing your lower lips in a deeper, wetter kiss. You trembled as he stuck his tongue out and spread your folds apart with slow, methodical licks. Kento's deep groans sent waves of pleasure through your core, your legs tensing as he moved his head side to side as he flattened his tongue over your sex. You took the pan off the stove as quickly as you could before flipping off the burner.

You moaned when your love shoved his entire face forward, his tongue licking bold, slick stripes up and down your soaked slit.

“Fuck,” you keened. Kento rumbled in response to your sweet moans, his voice low and movements tender. Your knees nearly buckled when he reached around and slipped his fingers over your sensitive bundle of nerves. You ground your ass against Kento's face as he suddenly shoved his tongue inside your juicy walls. Your knuckles turned pale as you held onto anything you could as your breathing grew shallow. Each stroke of his tongue shocked your body with bolts of arousal.

“Kento...bebé,” you choked as you felt slick rush out of your puckering hole. Your husband only thrusted his tongue in and out of you at a much faster pace, his fingers sloppily massaging your engorged clit as his nostrils flared. You tilted your head back and slipped your hand over your mouth, pleasure bubbling up from your weeping, fluttering sex. You squealed as he squeezed your bum and curled his warm tongue inside you, your mind instantly going blank.

“R-Right there!” you moaned. Kento inhaled sharply as his lips curled around your entrance, his tongue sliding against your gummy walls at a feral pace. You ground your hips against his sharp face as he pinched your puffy clit, a high-pitched moan leaving your swollen lips.

“K-Kento! I’m g-gonna cum!” you gasped as wet squelches reverberated from where his tongue stuffed your spasming cunt. You mewled as he moved even faster, your body quickly careening towards the sharp edge of your release. You yelped when he suddenly flipped you around, your juicy cunt on full display for him as he licked his lips.

The sight before you made your cheeks burn: his pupils blown wide, his pale cheeks filled with pink, mouth glossy and soaked with your sweet juices. Both of your chests rose and fell before your husband dove in again, puckering his soft lips over your engorged bud. You screamed and threaded your fingers through his messy, blond locks as he suctioned over your delicate clit. Your jaw went slack when he stuffed your tight pussy with two of his long, thick fingers...all the way down to his knuckles.

“K-Kento!” you moaned loudly as you gripped his hair. Your husband groaned as you squirted all over his thick digits and chin, your walls gripping and sucking him in with no remorse. He continued to gently stroke and flick his tongue over your swollen bud as you came, each small movement making your mind sink further into a mind-numbing euphoria. You panted as he squeezed your asscheek, his tongue eagerly licking up the cream that leaked past the seam of your hole.

You braced yourself against the counter as you gently rocked your hips forward. You blinked away the tears that spilled down your hot cheeks as your beloved relished in his divine meal. Your entire body shivered as he slowly pulled his fingers out, his tongue quickly catching the arousal that gushed past your engorged lower lips. You moaned as your husband savored the taste of your savory arousal, his eyes half-lidded and pink lips parted. Your legs shook as Kento rested his hand on top of your thigh while bringing the other to his lips.

You panted quietly as you watched him suck on his soaked digits like the sweetest lollipop. He kept his chocolate-brown eyes locked with yours as he hollowed his cheeks and licked every last drop of your cum from his digits. You swallowed thickly as he pulled his digits out with a slick “pop”. Kento licked his thin lips as he rested his hand on your other thigh.

“Darling, if you don’t mind, I’ve had a rather long and stressful day at work,” he began as he rubbed up and down your bare thighs, his tousled, blond hair slightly obstructing his vision. You bit your lip as his hot breath continued to fan over your sensitive pussy. His eyes flicked between your sex and your face. “Would it be alright if we did things a little more...‘rough’ tonight?” Kento asked in a low, hushed tone. You tilted your head.

“Y-You mean like ‘chains and whips excite me’ kind of rough?” you asked. Your husband cleared his throat as his cheeks burned a deep shade of red.

“Well, maybe not that rough,” he said. His flustered frown quickly turned into a small smirk. “Perhaps we can start with a little degradation,” Kento murmured before pressing his soft lips to your mound. Your breath hitched as he flicked his tongue over your clit. “And maybe little bit of bondage and spanking for good measure,” your husband said before fully puckering his lips around your bud. You whined and bucked your hips forward as you tugged at his hair again. You felt him smile against your burning sex.

“S-Sí. Por favor, Papi,” you keened as you arched your back [Yes. Please Daddy]. Kento’s pecked your bundle nerves again before he pulled back and swiped his tongue between his lips.

“The safe word will be ‘seven’, understood?” he asked. You nodded.

“Yes,” you said with a shaky breath. Kento hummed as he rubbed at your dimpled thighs.

“God, you’re such a needy little whore of a wife,” your husband grunted before pinching your clit between his teeth. You cried out as the pain and pleasure rippled through your core.

“Fuck!” you whined as he applied the perfect amount of pressure for you to start seeing stars. Your husband huffed when he pulled away, his lips curved in a disapproving frown.

“And such a filthy mouth, too,” Kento chastised. You squeaked as he rose to his feet, his massive frame overshadowing yours as he wrapped his hands behind your waist and grabbed your ass. Your hard nipples rubbed against your bra as he leaned next to your ear. “Looks like I’ll have to teach you some manners, conejita,” Kento murmured as he massaged your cheeks in his wide palms [little bunny]. You bit your lip as a high-pitched squeal rose from your throat.

“Please discipline me, Papi. I’ve been such a naughty little thing,” you moaned into his ear. You gasped when he grabbed your wrist and quickly led you to the bedroom, his grip tight yet not painful. Your clothes were yanked off of you in the blink of an eye before you were spun around. You flushed as he led you to the edge of your neatly made bed and bent you over, your round bum and oozing sex begging for his attention.

“Seeing you like this makes me think of a bitch in heat,” Kento huffed. You moaned when he slapped your ass, your cheeks jiggling as your walls clamped around nothing. “Don't worry-I'll make sure you're nice and full of me by the time I'm finished with you,” he grunted as he tugged at his spotted tie. Your heart pounded in your ears as you wiggled your hips. You fluttered your lashes as your husband wrapped the silky fabric over your chubby wrists. You moaned as he ground his clothed cock against your bum as he finished his work.

"Tell me who this pussy belongs to," he said as he slid one of his hands down your exposed spine. You shivered at his delicate touch as you felt his bulge press deeper into your folds.

“I-It belongs to you, Papi,” you moaned. Kento gave a satisfied groan as he slipped away and undid his belt. You shivered when you heard his pants fall to the carpet. More fabric rustled behind you as spit pooled in your mouth. Your entire body glowed with heat as your heart pounded in your ears.

You grunted as Kento wrapped his hand around your hair and tugged your head up, your scalp stinging slightly at the sudden movement. Your jaw went slack as he slowly spread open your tight little hole with three of his thick fingers. You felt him spread his digits, stretching your pussy wide open with a loud squelch.

“Be a good whore and keep your head up for me while I finger your needy cunt,” he said as he slowly pumped his fingers in and out of your fluttering pussy. Tears of pleasure stained the comforter as you rocked your hips back against his hand. Kento rumbled as he scissored his digits between your slick, gummy walls.

“You’re gripping so tightly and I haven’t even given you my cock yet-are you really that desperate for my touch?” he hummed while keeping his hand wrapped tightly around your hair. Your clit throbbed as he pressed the pads of his rough fingers against your plush g-spot, stars sprinkling your blurred vision with the heavy pressure.

“Por favor Papi. Quiero tu pija,” you whined as you ground your hips back [Please Daddy-I want your dick]. You gasped when he suddenly slipped his fingers out, leaving your hole gaping and weeping with slick. Kento sighed as he slapped your other asscheek, the sting quickly melting into pleasure and making your toes curl.

“Say it again,” he said as you heard him pump his shaft with his slick hand. You swallowed thickly and wiggled your hips back and forth.

“P-Por favor Papi. Quiero tu pija,” you said in a louder voice. You clenched your cheeks when he spanked you again, your raw skin rippling beneath his massive palm.

“Louder!” Kento barked.

“¡Por favor Papi! ¡Quiero tu pija!” you screamed. Your eyes grew wide as you felt the bulbous head of his dick kiss your entrance. Kento released your hair and splayed a hand over your hip as he sucked in a sharp breath.

“There's my good little slut,” he whispered while smoothing his thumb over your plush love handle. A sharp cry of pleasure fell from your lips as he slowly sank his thick, heavy cock inside you. Your entire being quaked as you felt every vein of his shaft massage your plush walls, spreading you open in a slow, blissful torment.

“God, you’re so tight,” your husband hissed through gritted teeth as he pushed himself deeper within your snug sex. You strained against his tie as you felt the weight of his cock start to grow heavier and heavier with each inch. Both of you moaned as his hips became flush with your ass, his full balls rapping against your puffy bundle of nerves. Kento sighed as he gripped your waist with the both hands.

“Do you have any idea how often I get distracted thinking about your slutty pussy wrapped around my cock?” he rasped as he drew his hips back. You keened and clawed at the comforter as best you could as he sank his thick member back inside, his tip grazing over the gummy plug to your womb. “I-I don’t!” you mewled as your oversensitive walls fluttered around his shaft. Kento grunted as he dragged his cock along your walls again.

“Every day,” your husband groaned. You choked as he began to rock his hips at a steady pace, his control driving you up the wall while you fell apart beneath him. “Every. Fucking. Day,” he panted as he dug his trimmed nails into your hips. You squealed as his plump balls grazed over your clit, your pussy squelching each time his cock pistoned against your cervix. “And every day, I think of the many ways I could fill this pussy until the bedsheets are completely soaked,” Kento growled. You moaned as you thought of your sex gushing with his thick, potent seed. The bed creaked as your husband snapped his hips forward, drawing a loud mewl from your throat.

“Do you want me to do that, darling? Fill you up until your poor cunt can't hold any more of me?” he rumbled. You nodded fervently as you arched your back.

“¡S-Sí!” you cried out as your body rocked with his heavy thrusts. Kento huffed as he sped up his thrusts.

“God, you're so fucking filthy,” he spat before slapping your ass again. You yelped as your thighs trembled.

“Papi,” you gasped as more of your cream spurted over his throbbing dick.

“Goodness darling-it’s only been a few minutes and you’re already making such a mess,” he said in a patronizing tone. Your pussy gushed even more, drawing a soft chuckle from your husband. You sniffed as you felt the knot in your puffy tummy grow tighter with each thrust. “Mmm, and I can feel you’re about to cum, too. You really don’t know how to be patient, do you?” he lilted as he pounded into your raw, sloppy cunt.

“I-I can’t help it, Kento. I-It feels too good!” you sniffled as tears of pleasure flooded your flushed cheeks. Your husband grunted as your walls flexed around his girth, your asscheeks clapping each time his hips met with your behind.

“Shit honey-if you keep squeezing me like that I’ll-“ his voice cut off when your cunt suddenly clamped down on his veiny cock. You cried and tossed your head back, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“Oh God,” you whined as the knot in your belly violently burst. You shook with ecstasy as Kento kept pumping his cock deeper and deeper inside your convulsing cunt, fucking you through your second orgasm. You strained against his tie again as you drooled against the comforter, pleasure overriding your inhibitions as your loud moans nearly shook the walls.

“Keep going, darling. Let me know who's making you feel this good,” Kento growled as he grabbed your hips and pulled you back to meet his shaft. You yelped and bit your lower lip as waves of overstimulation crashed over you.

“K-Kenny, it’s too much!” you hiccupped. You shivered as your husband pressed his lips against your bare shoulder as he slowed his movements.

“I know, sweetheart. I know,” he panted as he rolled his hips forward. You thrashed beneath him as he kept his strong hands wrapped over your love handles. "But right now, I still need to fill up this pretty little pussy...and I want nothing more than to watch your gorgeous body bounce up and down while I do it," Kento rasped. Your jaw dropped as your walls fluttered around his member. Your husband chuckled as he kissed your upper back.

"Could you do that for me, my little bunny? Could you fuck yourself dumb on my cock?" he asked as his dick twitched inside you. You blinked away several tears of overstimulation that stung your glossy eyes.

"I-I can try," you sniffed. Kento paused.

"Do you need to use the safeword?" he gently whispered with a concerned expression. You shook your head as you curved your spine.

"No-I-I want to try...please, Papi?" you asked with a pathetic pout and a wiggle of your hips. Kento narrowed his eyes as he bit the inside of his cheek.

"Well, since you're insisting..." he murmured. You clenched your jaw as he pulled out of your warm, tight pussy. Your eyes bulged when you saw how flush his length was-his head almost purple and ready to burst. You slowly shuffled to your knees as your beloved adjusted himself at the top of the bed and spread his legs. You drooled at the sight of his muscular form-his taut muscles tensing as he trained his hungry eyes on you.

"Come here, conejita," he husked as he patted the top of his thigh. You swallowed a thick lump in your throat as you shuffled forward and straddled his hips. You locked your tied up wrists behind his neck as you hovered your stretched pussy above his engorged length. You rested your forehead against his as you met his gaze, slowly lowering your hips as your heart skipped a beat.

You moaned as his tip kissed your entrance before you swiftly sank down. You felt the air in your lungs instantly leave the second his whole dick was sheathed inside your snug cunt, his head brushing against your cervix. Kento gripped your love handles as he breathed against your neck.

"Go on: don't keep Papi waiting," he husked. You took a deep breath as you clenched your fists. You kept your eyes on his as you raised your hips only a little before sinking back down. A wave of pleasure rolled through you, your core already feeling like it was about to burst with euphoria. You bit your lip as you gently bounced yourself on his massive length, your sloppy cunt drenching his lap with your cream.

"Yes, that's it-just like that," Kento murmured before dipping his head to capture one of your nipples between his lips. Your eyes rolled back as he puckered his mouth around your hard bud, his kisses messy and wet as he squeezed your other breast with his rough hand. The room was filled with slick "plaps" and loud moans as you sped up your bouncing, your body jiggling each time you sank down on his lap.

"M-My thighs are burning," you whined. You gasped when he pulled away from your tit and grabbed your waist. You slotted your wrists against his neck with a firmer grip as he snapped his hips up.

"Have to do everything myself, huh?" he tsked. You gulped as your pussy spasmed again, his cock reaching you deeper than ever before at this angle. Both of you panted as you felt his cock swell between your walls.

“Shit, I'm close,” he cursed under his breath as your cunt deliciously squeezed his dick. Both of your breaths grew ragged as Kento huffed over your wet breast, his cock feeling throbbing as his balls tightened against your folds.

“Please stuff my pussy with your cum, Papi,” you mewled. The clapping sounds became even louder as your husband pounded into your pussy. His chiseled front ground against your clit as he squeezed your waist. You kept your head up as your eyes rolled back, pleasure trickling into every corner of your body. "I love you, love you so much," you choked. Kento's eyes softened as he captured your lips in a heated kiss. Both of you gasped for air when you parted, a string of spit lingering between your swollen lips.

"Love you, too. Love you-(Y/N)!" he bellowed as he snapped his hips up for the last time. Your eyes widened as your third orgasm ripped through you, your limbs instantly turning into jelly as you desperately clung to your beloved. Both of you moaned each other’s names as his cock twitched deep within your convulsing cunt, your mind soaring through the clouds of euphoria. You parted your lips as you felt him flood your tight hole with his cum, every inch of your gummy canal absolutely drenched in his thick, creamy seed.

"So good, so good to me," Kento praised as he rolled his hips up, his spend leaking down the sides of his veiny shaft. You let your forehead fall against his shoulder as your high faded, your mind spinning in the afterglow of your orgasm. Both of you caught your breaths, your body trembling in his grasp as he kissed your cheek.

"I wasn't too rough, was I?" Kento asked, his lips dancing over your flushed cheek. You tilted your head up and smiled tiredly.

"Maybe a little...I don't think I'll be able to walk to the shower," you giggled. You squeaked when your love grabbed your asscheeks and slid his feet onto the floor.

"Who said anything about you walking?" he chuckled as he stood up, his cock still lodged deep inside your dripping cunt. Your heart fluttered as he carried you towards the bathroom, his sturdy arms keeping you flush against his body. Your entire body felt warm from head to toe as you leaned over and kissed his cheek.

"Te amo mucho, mi vida," you murmured as you nuzzled his cheek [I love you very much, my life]. Kento sighed as he rested you on the edge of the bathtub, his soft cock slipping from between your puffy folds with a soft squelch. Your husband undid his tie around your wrists as he locked lips with you, his deft fingers making quick work of your temporary binding. Kento gave you a soft, half-lidded stare when he pulled away and cupped your cheek.

"Te amo mucho, mi ángel," your beloved whispered [I love you very much, my angel].

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im-a-marvel-ous-hoe · 5 months

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Daddy’s Favorite Story | Bucky Barnes (3rd Day of 🎄)

(Credits to the owner of this pic!)

Hey everyone! I hope you’re enjoying my stories! We’re on day 3 of fluffy Christmas fics! 🩵

Christmas Masterlist <- check out my other holiday fics! ✨

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“Daddy, can you please read me one more story?” I heard Grace’s voice on the other side of her bedroom door. I held a laundry basket in my hands, almost finished with the household chores for the day. I was about to walk in to ask our 5 year old if she needed anything from mommy before I stopped myself once I realized her dad was in the room.

I smiled to myself at the thought of her and Bucky bonding before she went to sleep. Placing the basket on the floor, my right reached out for the doorknob to take a peek at the loves of my life. Bucky was sat down on her bed, she was lying down with a small pile of her stuffed animals around her. She held onto a goat stuffed animal she got from her uncle Steve for her birthday earlier this year.

“You said that two books ago!” Bucky laughed as she sat up in her bed, getting ready to fight to get her way. “But – But this one is the last one! I promise!” She clasped her little fingers together and looked up at her father, giving him the best puppy dog eyes she could muster. Her blue eyes meeting his own as he tried to resist giving in.

“No, sweetheart, don’t do this to me!” She pouted her lips as he covered his face with his hand. The amount of love he has for his daughter will obviously make it difficult for him to say no to her. “Pleeaassee?” He peeked at her through his fingers and chuckled to himself. “Arghh… fine. You win.” She giggled and got settled into her bed, bringing her blanket closer to her and she watched her father in awe.

“Okay, one more story and you promise me that you’ll go to sleep after this, okay?” He raised an eyebrow as she nodded enthusiastically. I crossed my arms over my chest as I leaned against the doorframe, watching this all play out in front of me. He looked through her small bookshelf and picked one up, inspecting it. He turned to look at her and smiled, tapping onto the cover of the book. “This one is a classic, sweetheart. It’s one of daddy’s favorites.” He opened the book in his hands, cleared his throat and began reading.

“‘Twas the night before Christmas, when all through the house.

Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were hung by the chimney with care,

In hopes that Saint Nicholas soon would be there.”

Bucky made sure to lean in and show her the pictures. Her little eyes scanned the pages as she held onto her goat stuffie closer to her. I softly smiled to myself, thinking about how lucky I am to have found someone like Bucky to share the rest of my life with. To live a quiet domestic life with.

“The children were nestled, all snug in their beds.”

He leaned in and tickled her stomach as her laughter filled the room. Her cheeks tinted pink as he continued reading her a story for bedtime.

“While visions of sugar plums danced in their heads.

And momma in her ‘kerchief and I in my cap,

Had just settled our brains for a long winter’s nap.

When out in the lawn there arose such a clatter,

I sprang from my bed to see what was the matter.”

He stood up abruptly and spread his arms out as Grace watched him with anticipation. He walked over to her window and brushed her curtains to sway them back and forth to give as much visual effects as possible.

“Away to the window flew like a flash,

Tore open the shutters and threw up the sash.

The moon on the breast of the new-fallen snow,

Gave a lustre of midday to objects below,

When what to my wondering eyes did appear,

But a miniature sleigh with eight tiny reindeer.”

He quickly looked around her room for a reindeer stuffie, but all he could see was her goat. He grabbed it and made it look as if it was flying. “Daddy, that’s not a reindeer!” Grace laughed. “Whaaattt? No, it totally is!”

“No he’s not!” He bowed his head for a moment and looked up, smiled at her. “Well, let’s just pretend baby, okay?” She giggled and nodded her head.

“With a little old driver so lively and quick,

I knew in a moment he must be St. Nick.

More rapid than eagles his coursers they came,

And he whistled, and shouted, and called them by name!

“Now, Dasher! Now, Dancer! Now Prancer and Vixen!

On, Comet! On, Cupid! On, Donner and Blitzen!”

I couldn’t help but think of how he’s such an amazing father. He’s going all out as best as he can just to make her night. To think we were both so scared to become parents is crazy to me. I don’t know what we were so scared of. Since Grace came into our lives, it’s been nothing but bliss. I can’t imagine our lives without her and I can’t imagine not doing this with Bucky.

“To the top of the porch! To the top of the wall!

Now dash away! Dash away! Dash away all!’

As leaves that before the wild hurricane fly,

When they meet with an obstacle, mount to the sky.

So up to the housetop the coursers they flew,

With the sleigh full of toys, and St. Nicholas too.

And then, in a twinkling, I heard on the roof,

The prancing and pawing of each little hoof.”

Bucky grabbed her goat and pranced it on her bed, making it look like it was walking closer and closer to her. She smiled as Bucky continued to read the next part of the story.

“As I drew in my head, and was turning around,

Down the chimney St. Nicholas came with a bound.

He was dressed all in fur, from his head to his foot,

And his clothes were all tarnished with ashes and soot.

A bundle of toys he had flung on his back,

And he looked like a pedler just opening his pack.”

He cleared his throat as his voice pitched a little higher than usual as he spoke.

“His eyes—how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry!

His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry!

His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow,

And the beard on his chin was as white as the snow.

The stump of a pipe he held tight in his teeth,

And the smoke, it encircled his head like a wreath.

He had a broad face and a little round belly

That shook when he laughed, like a bowl full of jelly.”

He walked towards her closet and quickly rummaged through it until he found what he was looking for. He came out with her white scarf wrapped around his mouth to imitate a white beard. Walking back towards his daughter, he reached for her pillow. “Excuse me sweetheart.” She giggled and sat up as she watched him stuff the pillow in his shirt and placed his hands on his belly, letting out a deep laugh. “Ho! Ho! Ho!” Grace burst out laughing as she watched her daddy pretend to be Santa Claus. I brought my hand to my mouth to try to stifle a laugh as I watched him in amusement.

“He was chubby and plump, a right jolly old elf,

And I laughed when I saw him, in spite of myself.

A wink of his eye and a twist of his head

Soon gave me to know I had nothing to dread.

He spoke not a word, but went straight to his work,

And filled all the stockings, then turned with a jerk.”

He leaned in and pinched her nose, smiling as she let out a giggle. Her eyes gleaming with admiration towards her father.

“And laying his finger aside of his nose,

And giving a nod, up the chimney he rose.

He sprang to his sleigh, to his team gave a whistle,

And away they all flew like the down of a thistle.

But I heard him exclaim, as he drove out of sight —

“Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!”

She cheered at the end of the story as Bucky placed the book down on her bedside table. He laughed and took the pillow out from his shirt and placed it comfortably behind her head. “Did you enjoy the story?” She nodded and yelled out a big “yes!” He slid off her scarf and placed it next to the book.

He leaned in and placed a kiss on the top of her head. “I’m glad you liked it sweetheart.” He brushed a hair away from her face and smiled. “I love you.”

“I love you too daddy. Thank you for reading me a story.”

He chuckled and nodded. “You’re welcome. Now, it’s time to head to bed! It’s late.” He tucked her into bed, placed one last kiss on her forehead and bid her goodnight. He made his way to the door and saw me standing there. “That was a lovely story.” I stated as his face turned a light shade of pink. “Yeah well..” He closed Grace’s door behind him and looked up at me. “How much did you hear?”

“Oh, not much… only all of it.” I smiled at him as he turned to look away in embarrassment. “Oh God.. so, did you see..?” I nodded as he covered his face with his hands. “I especially liked the part where you pretend to be Santa. That was a nice touch.”

“Hey, I was just trying to give her visuals. What I did was amazing.” He embraced me from behind and placed his hands on my stomach, rubbing small circles. “Of course it was amazing! I’m not saying it wasn’t.” He placed a soft kiss on my cheek as I placed my hands on top of his. We stood there, enjoying the silence between us for we don’t get much of that nowadays. I closed my eyes for a moment and softly smiled. We both sighed in content.

“She’ll be here in a few months.” I quietly spoke as he hummed, his hand not leaving the small bump in my belly. “I can’t wait to meet her.”

“Maybe you could do what you did for Grace tonight again when she gets here.” I chuckled. “It could become a Christmas family tradition.” He chuckled as I pulled back so I could turn to look at him. “I’ll think about it.” He leaned down and placed a kiss upon my lips before pulling away and bending down to grab the laundry basket.

“Head on up to the couch, doll. I’ll finish cleaning up. You just relax and get a movie ready for us to watch, okay?” I nodded my head as we both made our way to the living room.

“Y/N?”

I turned to look at him, my hand instinctively going towards my belly. “Yeah?” He just smiled at me, the kind of smile that could make anyone weak in the knees.

“I love you.” I couldn’t help the blush that rushed to my cheeks. How is it that he’s still able to do that to me? I will never know. I smiled back at him.

“I love you more.”

He scrunched his nose and chuckled. “I think that’s up for debate.” He bit his lip, trying to hide his smile as he turned away to go finish cleaning up the house. Soon our household will go from 3 to 4 and who else knows how bigger it’ll get after that. I’m not worried though, because I’ve got the best partner to do this with. Nothing could be better than this.

I can’t wait for our family to grow.

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I hope y’all liked it! Please let me know your thoughts! Likes, comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!

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charlotte3eee · 11 months

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pairing : kylian mbappe x female reader

Needy

summary : kylian wanting his girlfriend to stay in bed with him but she has work how does it end?

warning : not proof read (repost)

a/n : this is a repost because my other acc @charlotte3ee got deleted so gonna repost all my stuff. (inbox is open)

PHOTO INSPO @darlingmbappe all credit to them, my mom using the same app to edit her photos on instagram and i though it was cool to play around with.

It was an early Tuesday morning in Paris. the sky was filled with pretty colors of orange, pink, and yellow. Y/n had a perfect life. She was now living with the love of her life, Kylian Mbappe, and pursuing her career as a model.

The clock read 06:54 a few minutes before your alarm was gonna go off. You took the opportunity to try and sneak out to get ready, for the photoshoot you have this morning, without waking up Kylian.

You grab your phone shut off the alarm and slither your way out of bed… But that’s when you felt big strong arms grab around your waist and pull you up.

You slightly turn your head and see Kylian hugging you tight from behind, with his cute face now resting on your shoulder. Kylian always and when I mean always does this when your try and leave the bed or just have to leave in general if he’s not coming with you.

Mostly because you two don’t get to spend too much time together. You never know what will pop up with your job, sometimes it’s random or it’s not.

Kylian would have training in the morning most days and so it would flip-flop. But now since this season is over for PSG he no longer has training with them but now Equipdefrance, you love him so much you don’t blame him.

You try to turn to face him but those big strong biceps are keeping you in your place in front of him. “Please ky let me go!” You quietly yelled turning into a laugh.

“Say please eh?” he said into your ear. Kylian loved taking some sort of control of you. After no response from you, Kylian took the opportunity to get the answer out of you.

He moved his arms up, under your arms to tickle you. (Your weakness.)

“Ok! Ok! Please Kylian!” y/n trying to breathe. Kylian used those strong arms to flip around to face him, one arm traveling right back to your waist and another under your chin.

“Hahaha gotcha!” he said after pecking your rose-pink lips. “Where do you think you're going amour? “I have an early shoot this morning ky, remember?” Y/n said looking at his soft pink plump lips.

Kylian always looked so cute when he would stop and think. Randomly he would always have this one look on his face, like this emoji (🤔) when he thought hard to remember something.

“No, I don’t chérie.” Kyky said looking at your collarbone. You are the biggest sucker for the names he would call you. “Alright, well I’m now gonna be late because of you!” You said slapping his chest.

“Hey ow! Ok, mon bébé” he said with puppy dog eyes. I kissed him on the tip of his nose. That's when he let go of the release on your waist. you snuck into your bathroom. you put on a little makeup and made your way into your closet, you pick out a hoodie and leggings because you were changing there at the shoot.

Y/n picked up the duffel bag she packed the night before, in the duffle you had a different pair of shoes and a few other small items. you double-checked to make sure you had everything you needed.

You ran up to Kylian who was now on your side of the bed snuggling in your warm spot. you admired his chocolate skin. you pecked his lips said your goodbyes and made your way downstairs and out of your shared home to the driver in front, for the hour-long drive to the studio for the shoot.

it was now 08:37 am you saw on your phone, as you opened the door to the studio. As you walked in you saw your agent and a few others in the studio. You apologize for being a few minutes late, due to Kylian being needy af.

You got changed and took the floor…15 minutes went by and everything was going great, you didn’t want to admit it but you were a little nervous, even though you do this almost every day. Your crew called for a 5-minute break to look at and discuss the shots.

During that, you decided to look at your phone. When you opened your phone you went to your messages where you had a few you didn’t see. You answered most of them, you didn’t have a whole lot of time only being 5 minutes, but when you were about to shut off your phone…you started to get message after message from Kylian.

big boy bondy ⚽️: babe

big boy bondy ⚽️ : babe

big boy bondy ⚽️ : babyyyyyyy

big boy bondy ⚽️ : I love you so much just thought u should know that.

Y/n 🤍: love you too baby I’m at work hunny

big boy bondy ⚽️: ok good, not good you're at work but good you love me.

god how much you love this man.

Y/n 🤍: alright baby I’m gonna go I’ll see you soon

big boy bondy ⚽️: ok wait when though, so I know how much longer I have to suffer.

Y/n 🤍: probably 30 minutes?

big boy bondy ⚽️: are you joking cause I’m not laughing

Y/n 🤍: No I’m not my poor precious angel I’ll see you soon you needy boy

big boy bondy ⚽️ : Uhh ok pls hurry the bed is so cold without you in my arms.

After finishing texting your needy ass boyfriend, you shut your phone off and sat it next to you, and looked up to see your assistant calling your name.

“Y/n? Are you good you look stressed,” she said. “Nope, just Kylian acting like a baby without his binky,” you said. Both you and your assistant started laughing, she told you there were only a few things left to do.

You got up from your chair and went back to work. only a few minutes went by when you heard a phone blowing up. You had no intention of looking knowing that it was Kylian having no patience.

After those 30 minutes, you changed into the clothes that you came in with and grabbed everything, and threw it in your duffle bag.

You thanked everyone for today going so smoothly. You had a quick chat with your assistant and you were on your way. you walked out of the studio with the big front doors and t your driver that was in front of the studio.

finally, it was time to drive you back to the needy Kylian in bed.

“chérie is that you?” that's what you heard when you walked into your master bedroom. kylian was still on your side of the bed, face into your pillow taking up your scent.

“I'm here baby,” is what you said dropping your duffel bag by the door of your bedroom. you walked over to Kylian and kissed his temple.

“mhmm I've missed you so much bébé,” Kylian said grabbing your waist. the grin on your face became bigger and bigger and let out a little laugh. “I've only been gone for a few hours,” you said to your handsome boyfriend in front of you, the sun had fully risen and was shining bright on his bare back.

You couldn't even change before Kylian pulled you into bed by his strong arms. A small laugh left your lips as Kylian pulled you over him. him being the big spoon and you being the little spoon.

you soon flipped on your back so he could cuddle up to your chest. “I love you kyks,” you said ever so lovingly and pecked his lips. “I love you more mon amour,” Kylian said into your chest snuggled up right next to you, he was holding your waist ever so tight. For the rest of the morning, Kylian fell asleep and snuggled next to Y/n...

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alphabetatoes · 3 months

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the pull out method (s. gojo)

a.n.: y'all idk wtf this is i thought of this after i accidentally called factoring "the pull out method" yesterday when helping someone with their homework 😭 i am politely presenting this to you all :) and leaving it set up for a part two hehehe

c.w.: non-sorcerer au, reader and gojo are in college, satoru gojo is a menace to society, suggestive, crackfic adjacent, fwb insinuated, i feel like this went 0 to 100 lmao

w.c.: 668

You and Satoru are camped out in your dorm room studying for an upcoming calculus exam. At the top of the class, neither of you really needed the extra support but saw it more so as another opportunity to spend time together. You were laying on your bed, while he sits on the floor with his back resting against your bed. Satoru is the first to break the quiet synergy of your study session. “If you use the pull out method for problem three, it cuts off about half the time you’d spend solving it.” You immediately stop working out the problem you were currently on, taking a moment to register what you just heard.

“The what?” Your tone held nothing but confusion as you stared down at him from your bed.

Satoru peeks up from his notebook, turning to make direct eye contact with you.“The pull out method. Pull out the 3x2 value from the polynomial to simplify.” You swear you see his eyebrows raise in suggestion, juxtaposing his seemingly innocent tone.

“So factorization?” You’re quick to correct him. In an ideal world you’d put an end to the commentary and get back to studying. But it was Gojo, so you’d have to go the extra mile. “Just please stop saying ‘pull out’.” Your cheeks stain pink from having to utter the sentence. You weren’t a prude, but his insistence on a certain choice of words was making your head ring. Only Satoru Gojo would attempt to make calculus a breeding ground for sex appeal.

“Dirty girl! I bet you wish I was pulling something out.” He was goading you at this point. Blue eyes waiting for you to react, a glint of mischief ever present in them. “The only thing that should be pulled out right now is your textbook.” He wags his finger at you, faux scolding your insinuation that he would ever be suggestive.

You throw your pencil at him in retaliation. It hits his shoulder and manages to land right back on the bed by your feet. “Shut up, Satoru. You know what you’re doing.” You try to keep a serious tone, but the way he attempts to act suave has you stifling laughter.

“And what would that be?” Cocky bastard. You had half a mind to kick him out of your dorm. Return to the bliss of silence and continue studying on your own accord. But you were not immune to the charms of Satoru Gojo. He wasn’t shy in his flirting toward you, so what was the harm in flirting back?

“Y’know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you outside your dorm before unless you’re with me.” You raise your brow, putting the ball in his court. You were trying to get him to crack, see if he would confess his true intentions.

“Yeah?” He’s now moved himself off the floor to the edge of your bed. Staring directly at you as he asks his question. “You’re a smart girl. Why do you think that is?”

You take a deep breath in, feigning confidence. Pretending like your heart isn’t racing the closer he gets to you. “You like me.” It comes out as more of a question than a statement, and he chuckles softly in response

Satoru moves an arm down close to your legs, toying the line but never quite crossing it. He’s near enough that you can feel the heat from his hand against your thighs, causing them to squeeze together in response. “You dropped this earlier, sweetheart.” He picks up the pencil-turned-projectile and tucks it in your hand.

“Th-thank you.” The bed dips as Satoru makes himself comfortable beside you. His long legs stretch out, and his feet awkwardly dangle over the edge of the bed.

Satoru leans in close, and his breath tickles your nose as he speaks. “We’ve been working hard enough. Wanna take a study break?” You close the distance, and your lips nearly graze Satoru’s as you speak. “And what would that entail?”

#jjk #jujutsu kaisen #x reader #satoru gojo x reader #satoru gojo

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chronically-ghosted · 4 months

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✨ happy new year! ✨

it's not yet 2024 where i am but it is where my love @ravensmadreads is, so happy new year already enjoying january 1st!

i usually overthink around my birthday as i march towards death but you lovely people have really made me think about 2023 as it comes to a close. i feel weird talking about myself (unless im drunk and we haven't started drinking yet so hold onto your butts for that possibility), so i'm just going to say this:

You all changed my life.

there, that's it. if you read this and you think it doesn't mean you, yes it does. not a day goes by where this place, this community does not bring me joy and warmth. i hope you get that job you wanted, or you get that fur baby adoption you've been hoping for, or you get accepted to that school you wanted to, or you graduate with all the honors, or you create the thing you've always wanted to, or you get the baby you've been hoping for, or the person who makes you heart flip says i love you. i'm nervous about next year because it truly feels like a year where anything can happen 🤍

now to the fandom stuff:

i've never done a fic rec list because inevitably, i'm a fucking moron and i leave someone out. i know it hurts when i'm left out of a fic rec list so i never want to do that to anyone here. what follows is a list of fics that spoke specifically to me. the old saying goes is that you don't write fanfic for yourself, you write it for the five freaks on discord that can't write coherent sentences after you publish -- and it's true. fanfic isn't about numbers -- i would much rather write for my five freaks on my discord (where my work has deep, emotional impact for them) than try to write for a large crowd that i will never ever manage to please all at once.

my wish for you in 2024 you all find your freaks. and i hope i'm one of them.

side note: there are a couple fics not on the list because i wanted to highlight fics that i didn't see much on other end of the year rec lists. but @iamskyereads 's Compulsion should be read in graduate programs and @whatsnewalycat already knows i'm going to name my first born child after her for her Psychomanteum. yall rock my goddamn world.

so without further adieu . . . these are the fics i read this year that tickled me pink.

God is a Woman by @wheresarizona the way arizona writes max is entirely unique. i love her descriptions of how cold he is and how he doesn't breathe. i read this and had to rethink everything i ever wrote for max

the impaler by @kiwisbell the dracula x johnathan x mina vibes in this are spectacular. this is a pairing i never thought i'd see much less enjoy so thoroughly. why is older tim being seduced by a younger max so hot??

night one by @haylzcyon this is one of the first fics i read by hayley and she pretty much set the standard for all marcus pike fics moving forward. his endless patience, his flirty attitude, how he see things the reader won't admit, and then the sleeping bag -- god i'd read a thousand more fics about this dymanic

blood & tinsel by @morallyinept so if i tried to list all of my favorite jett fics, we'd be here all night. but this one stands out to me because it's so well built. the description of the vampire "trance" or "glamor" or "compulsion" without using any of those words is INCREDIBLE. plus max is face-meltingly hot in this.

the world turned on its side by @idolatrybarbie this was a surprise that came outta nowhere, but it hit me like a fucking train. bea weaves a story that sticks with you and creates a frankie that makes my entire soul sing.

heat by @wordywarriorwrites okay, listen. the beauty of fanfic is that you can have insane, animalistic smut AND literary level writing. this fic is both. i have yet to come across another frankie abo fic that makes the dynamic more than a reason for the blorbos to fuck like animals. it's so well done, there's so much love here.

in fiction @sin-djarin yall know dieter is my boy so i am VERY particular about how he is written in fic. everyone's interpretation is valid, but for dieter fics to resonate with me, there has to be this special blend of humor, kindness, dorkiness, and a sexiness you didn't expect. this fic is all of that and more.

reminiscence by @projectionistwrites this was one of the first joel fics i read and there's something about it that just . . . feels right, feels natural to Joel. there's a raw honesty to both joel and the reader that just sunk into my chest. the back and forth over the drink, the SMUT, everything is just this beautiful snapshot of two lonely people in the apocalypse.

oct' 19 x ghosts by @trulybetty another author that if i tried to choose a favorite, i simply couldn't. betty created a lovely, lovely world with this one (and the rest of the prompts for this one and her december prompts). i love fics that add a new layer to dieter and this one opened him up in a way that made him glow!

renegade by @eupheme my personal favorite brand of joel is one that comes alive between reader's thighs. more boulder than human until you bring something to the surface. and this totally captures that. im a sucker for a good qz fuck-that-verges-on-love and i adore everything about it.

Dominica by @ohforficsake if you ever need proof that notes do not reflect the quality of a fic, look no further. the language, the mastery of tension, and beauty of these descriptions are one two punches that knock me on the ass. genuinely one of my favorite frankie fics of all time.

wanna bet? by @write-and-buried i debated putting this or her celestial navigation fic on this list, but this one just tickles me. i love it when authors throw in a confident, sex-obsessed dieter now and again and this makes me howl. and the DEBAUCHERY of the statue oh my god!

give it to me @sp00kymulderr okay now to be fair, this review is entirely biased. i genuinely love gideon and all that they bring to this fandom. plus, they let me scream about dieter and then sends me dieter pictures that make me scream even louder. this fic is SO important to me. dieter here is everything i need and want: hesitant, anxious, but so madly in love. if i could wake up in one single fic every day, it'd be this one.

stepwise by @the-scandalorian i joined this fandom through din and this has been, and always will be, one of my top favorites. the evolution of din from being touch averse to LUSTING after it, it kills me. it's a oneshot but so much is accomplished in such a short time. the writing here is simply superb.

salvatore by @devilmademewriteit i came for the premise, stayed for the smut, and continued for the banter. i go back to this one all the time for inspiration with my own writing and then i get sucked in and read the whole thing through -- twice. javi drives me absolutely wild in this.

a whole new can of worms by @hier--soir i accidentally read this out of order initially, but this was just reason for me to reread it from start to finish. fwb!joel can be really hit or miss for me, and primarily because this fic sets the standard. this feels like a real joel, a joel that has lost and found loved ones all through out his life and now in jackson, he can finally relearn what it means to be a lover. so good, so fun with the banter -- and the friggin' greenhouse scene -- woof!

telltale heart @astroboots i am a SUCKER for 'frankie fixes his life' fics and this is one of the best. there are consequences for his choices in colombia, one that almost has him lose his family, and the woman he loves. this a real, genuine struggle for two people to overcome a seemingly impossible challenge in their marriage. you know the phrase, love conquers all? yeah this is that fic.

brand you in the way it counts by @charnelhouse charnel was one of the first authors i read for the pedroverse -- and i mean i READ her. i read every single one of her fics at least twice and this one always sends me over the edge. it's such an inspiration to my own writing and i keep going back to her whole body of work to be reminded i can always improve my own writing

west by @radiowallet when people want to know why fanfic matters, i want to show them this fic. it is achingly beautiful and written with a loving and gentle hand. joel is a messy, broken man but still capable, still good, still wanting to find love in this and i adore everything about this. Oneshots can be more devastating than multichapters because they end and this is one of them that drags me back to it constantly.

And to that weird little dude out of Chile who has no idea how much light he brings to the world…

Much love, Taylor 🤍

#the very last #taylor rambles #of 2023 #yall lucked out

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Be still

Fandom: Red White and Royal Blue

Characters: Alex/Henry

Anonymous said: Maybe one where Alex and Henry make out during their friends with benefits phase and one of them strokes their hand over a sensitive area.

Warnings: Non-graphic foreplay of some sort. Also me not being able to read because I changed the hand part of the prompt to mouth lmao

Words: 830 ish

Henry wasn’t used to there being a bed involved. He’d started associating cupping Alex’s face with a broom sticking into his shoulder blade, Alex kissing down his chest with a hand pressed tightly over his mouth. He almost felt as if he wasn’t sure what to do lying down, although there wasn’t much time to think anyway. Alex was shirtless beneath him and was trying very hard to get his pants off too, although it seemed difficult if his frustrated grunting was anything to go by.

“Need help?” he asked, laughing when he shot him a glare. “I’ll take that as a yes.” Henry hovered over his thighs, fingertips hooking onto the waistband of Alex’s jeans. “Stop squirming.”

“Stop taking so long.”

“Why, do you have somewhere to be?” It was mostly a joke. Henry knew they only had barely half an hour.

Alex pointed at Henry’s belly, then slowly lowered his finger. “I have somewhere to be, all right.”

A surprised laugh bubbled out of him and he started pulling the pants down. “Aren’t you crude.”

“Just being honest.” Alex was smiling. Henry adored his smile.

He pulled the jeans down past Alex’s hips, pausing just before he could slide them entirely off. “Hmm, I think you need to learn how to slow down a bit. Hey hey, no whining,” he added when Alex did just that. “I’ll make it feel good.”

Alex’s cheeks were now tinted a lovely shade of pink. Henry found himself grinning as he lowered his head, blinking up at him through his eyelashes with his mouth ghosting over the skin of Alex’s hip bone.

“Is this okay?” he asked, barely touching skin and yet Alex was moaning anyway.

“Yes. God, yes.”

Henry kissed the bone. “Told you.” He enjoyed the sounds Alex was making and kissed it again, and again. “Now be good and keep still for me, okay?” He trailed his lips over his lower belly as he moved to the other bone, intending on giving it the same treatment, but Alex had decided to do the opposite of what he’d asked and was squirming like crazy. The only thing more fun than making Alex squirm with pleasure was making him squirm with impatience.

Henry glanced up, a playful reprimand at the tip of his tongue. “Now what did I just say?”

But instead of huffing or rolling his eyes Alex’s blush seemed to deepen, which was interesting since he didn’t tend to blush much to begin with. From what Henry had seen anyway. He suddenly felt uncertain, although it made no sense. But maybe he’d crossed a line, had acted too impulsively, not given Alex a chance to protest. But what was there to blush about, if Henry had toyed with his trust?

He sat up, heart suddenly hammering. “What is it?”

“N-nothing.”

“Alex.”

Alex covered his face with his hands, groaning so suddenly and loudly that Henry jumped. “It’s stupid, don’t worry about it.”

“Alex.”

“Seriously, please just go back to doing what you were doing, only-”

“Only?”

Alex dropped his hands with a sigh. “Make it tickle less.”

“Oh my god.” Henry sunk down again, pressing his face to Alex’s belly. “You scared the everloving shit out of me. I thought I had offended you! And all this time you were just ticklish. Which I will take advantage of, by the way, once I’ve recovered from this heart attack.”

“Uh, you will do no such thing.” Alex poked his head. “I’m a kicker, better be careful.”

“You can’t kick me if I’ve got you pinned.” Henry looked up. “But since I promised I will make you feel good, who am I to go back on my promises? Be still.”

He caught Alex’s eyes widening before he went back down, lips tracing skin in a much more determined way now. Softly, slowly, making sure to kiss every inch of skin between his hip bones. Alex started squirming immediately, his breath becoming heavier, before he was finally laughing. Henry had never heard this laugh before. It was choppy, panicked, nearly a giggle. He couldn’t get enough of it.

“You’re not still,” he mumbled, looking up to grin at him. Alex had covered his face again, although he seemed to be alternating between that and gripping at his hair, the pillow, the headboard. Henry had never been so grateful for a bed.

“I can’t help it,” Alex said, peeking out at him. “You’re so fucking mean.”

“I barely hear you protesting though.” He decided to be bold and dragged a finger lightly over his lower belly, making Alex jump. “And you’re not stopping me.”

He huffed, reaching out to grab Henry’s wrist. He let him. “Kiss me.”

“What, are you done giggling?”

“Do I have to remind you of how little time we have?”

Henry sighed dramatically. “Fine. But I’ll remember this.”

“Of course you will,” Alex muttered before pulling him closer. Had Henry had a response he forgot it immediately.

#tickling #ticklish!alex #firstprince fic #firstprince #red white and royal blue #rwrb #rwrb fic #tickle fic #n writes #be still

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