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milla-frenchy · 4 months

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2k3 | Javi Peña x fem reader Summary/prompt: brat!tamer Javi puts reader in place after she’s been teasing him at the office all day. Warnings: 18+ mdni. semi public sex (office sex), oral (f/m), dirty talk, biting, unprotected piv, creampie. No age specified a/n: secret Santa with mutuals 🎄❤️ @multiversed-daydreamer I hope you'll enjoy these 2 brats 😊 Thank you for this prompt 👌🤌 @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog Thank you for correcting me 💕🫶

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“Can you show me where the La Quica files are in the archives room, Steve?”

Javi rolled his eyes when he heard you. Since this morning, you’ve been trying to make him jealous any way possible.

You showed your painted nails to Steve (it’d been Javi who had chosen the nail polish - his favorite color - for you), you swayed your hips way too much, walking before Stechner in the hallway (while you were wearing Javi's favorite skirt, which he had bought for you, expressly asking you not to wear it at work), you brushed against Crosby's arm before pressing the elevator button to leave the office that afternoon (while Javi was a foot away from him, and right in front of you).

Several times, Javi gave you a look that seemed like a warning, but you offered him your best smile and redoubled your efforts to tease him even more.

You two had started a relationship a few weeks ago, and no one knew about it at the DEA’s office. Javi wanted to keep it that way.

You were supposed to see each other at the weekend but he canceled at the last minute, and today, on Monday, you wanted to make him a little jealous.

You were hoping that he would join you in your apartment tonight, to punish you (a little), and to make amends (a lot).

As Steve took you to the archives room to give you the La Quica file, Javi lit a cigarette before throwing his lighter on his desk. You couldn't help but smile, preceding Steve into the hallway, hoping that Javi was craning his neck to watch his coworker follow you. You knew Murphy didn't care about you, in love as he was with Connie, but he was still a great target to make Javi jealous.

The afternoon passed, and by the early evening the offices were practically empty. You cleaned up your desk and took La Quica's file to put it in the archives.

Just as you were putting it in the box, you heard the door open.

“Who’s there?”, you asked without getting an answer.

“Javi?”

You put the box back in its place and headed towards the door, when Javi appeared from behind a shelf. He smiled, the way a cat might smile before playing with a mouse.

“Have you enjoyed teasing me all day, Hermosa? I told you I didn’t want people to suspect anything about us.”

He turned towards the door and locked it, then moved closer to you, one slow step after another, his eyes fixed on yours. When he got close, you stepped back as he continued to advance towards you, until your back hit the wall. His piercing gaze made you lose your composure in a matter of moments, and yours was now moving from his eyes to his lips. His smirk made you melt, but you couldn't believe that he took the risk of locking himself in this room with you, even if there were only a few people left in the offices.

“What are we doing here, Javi?”

He leaned over you, pressing his cock against your pussy, his nose brushing against yours. He was so hard that you felt your pussy get wet instantly.

“I think you need a good lesson, Hermosa. Need me to put you in your place.”

“Oh really? Put me in my place, then, Javi. Make me shut up”, you dared him.

“I will. But you might moan a little.”

His face was so unimpressed, in complete control, that you stopped talking.

He released you and took a few steps back, slowly again.

“You wanna act like a brat? I'm gonna treat you like a brat. Get on your knees."

He undid his belt and unzipped his jeans. You moved closer to him and got on your knees immediately.

“You want it that bad? Suck it.”

You wanted to take his cock in your hand and jerk him off, but he pushed your hand away.

“I said, suck it.”

He grabbed his cock and then your neck and said “spit on it. And suck it.”

You let your saliva run down his cock, and he pressed your neck harder. You took the tip in your mouth, your lips rounding around his cock. You ran your tongue along the slit, and licked up the precum that was leaking out.

You heard him moan, and his hand tightened on your neck. Still holding his cock in his hand, he leaned his pelvis forward, forcing you to take him deeper in your mouth. He set his pace, thrusting in and then retreating slowly.

“This is what you needed, mmm? Me taking care of your attitude?”

He clenched your hair in his fist, keeping his other hand on your neck.

“Well Hermosa, you don’t seem to act like a smartass anymore, with that big cock stuffing your mouth?”

He released you and you caught your breath.

“You’ve been a very bad girl today, Hermosa. Wanted to make me jealous?”

“A little, yeah…”

“I am Chilean, bebé. I don't know what "a little jealous" is. You need to make it up now. Use your hands and suck it.”

You grabbed his cock and slid your tongue from your hand to his crown, slowly, looking up at him. You took the tip in your mouth, and started sucking on it, still jerking him gently.

“Come on Hermosa, take it deep in your mouth. You’re not gonna act shy because we’re at the office, are you? You weren’t shy when you were all over those men...”

Your groaned, and your tongue played with his tip one last time, still leaking with precum, and your mouth moved further down his shaft.

“That’s it, take it all now, like a good obedient girl.”

You grabbed his thighs with your hands, and you moved further down his shaft, slowly, so that your mouth and then your throat got used to his girth. Your nose in his pubic hair, you kept it at the back of your throat for a few seconds, your tongue pressed against his shaft.

“Fuck… yeah, that’s good. Your mouth feels so much nicer taking my cock, instead of flirting like a little slut all damn day.”

You moaned hearing him, and pulled back slowly, all the way to his tip, swirling your tongue over it, before pushing his cock fully into your mouth again. You felt his fingers tighten in your hair and he groaned.

You were sucking on his cock, your head bobbing up and down, giving him your all. You loved feeling him in your mouth, feeling that vein against which your tongue was sliding.

“You are so much more docile now, Hermosa.” He caressed your cheek, and added “Get up now, I’m not done with you.”

He grabbed your elbow to help you up, then he knelt down as well, facing your crotch. He lifted your skirt, revealing your panties. You heard him moan, then sigh heavily when he saw your swollen folds. The fabric was wet, and he couldn't help but sigh deeply one more time.

“You’re fuckin’ soaked, baby. This pussy is so desperate to get fucked. But she’s gonna have to cry a little bit more before taking it.”

He came closer, his eyes fixed on your panties, and he licked the fabric with a long stroke. Then he grabbed one of your thighs, and hoisted it over his shoulder, pushing the fabric of your panties to the side. He tilted his head, and the tip of his tongue licked your pussy, slowly, up to your clit. He did it again, and you let your head fall back against the wall. This time, he let the tip of his tongue play with your clit, and your hands came to lose themselves in his dark curls. His mustache rubbed gently against your folds, and you moaned. He pulled back and looked up at you, smiling when he saw your face.

“I really shut you up this time Hermosa, and I didn’t even start really eating you out.” He dove in your pussy without giving you a chance to respond, spreading your folds with his thumbs and pushing his tongue into your soaked hole. This time you couldn't help but moan too loudly, and he pulled away saying “shhhh. Don’t make me stop. There are still people in the office.”

You looked down at him and nodded, and he slipped his middle finger into your pussy, still looking at you. He fingered you, and placed his lips against your clit, sucking it gently. He added a second finger in your pussy, and the tip of his tongue swirled against your clit.

Javi knew damn well how to make you cum. In a few weeks, he had become an expert. Whether by taking his time, to the point where you ended up begging him to make you cum, or in two minutes. You knew he wanted to make you unravel quickly, this time.

He turned his fingers upward, rubbing them against that squishy spot, and his tongue swirling faster against your clit, making you moan again. Your nails were lightly grazing his head. You whispered, “Javi…I’m gonna cum.”

He grunted, his lips still placed around your clit, and his tongue quickly playing with it. You came, the back of your hand pressed against your mouth to muffle a possible cry, your pussy contracting on his fingers. He placed his tongue against your clit, waiting for the jerks to stop. Always, he was waiting like this, his tongue poised, as if he was amused by the jolts of your little set of nerves.

He placed your leg back on the ground and stood up, catching you in the process as you reeled from your orgasm. He smiled and said, “I’m not done with you, Hermosa. I don't want you to play your little game again in a few days, and for that, you need a full lesson, don't you?”

He spread your feet with his, gripped your hair in his hand, pinning your head against the wall. Holding his cock, he rubbed it against your folds, under your skirt, before pushing inside, bottoming out in a single thrust. He buried his nose in your neck, growling against your skin as he felt your pussy spread for his cock.

“You’re so tight… you’re squeezing my cock so hard.”

“Fuck me Javi, please. Fuck me hard.”

“Damn, three days without taking this cock and you’re begging for it that much”, he said, grabbing your thighs in his hands, and lifting you so that you wrapped your legs around his waist. The position allowed him to thrust deeper into you, and each stroke hit your G spot. Your back against the wall, each thrust of his hips made you slam against it, as you were holding onto him, your arms wrapped around his shoulders.

“Still wanna tease all those men, baby? Just to get fucked in here, like a good little whore?”

Before you could try to respond, you heard someone walking down the hall, and Javi put his hand over your mouth, continuing to fuck you just as hard, as your eyes were fixed on each other. You licked the palm of his hand, and he shook his head still looking at you, frowning. The footsteps moved away, and he removed his hand, grabbed your throat and pressed your head against the wall, his gaze moving from your eyes to your lips. You grabbed his wrist back, and squeezed it with your fingers, to make him squeeze your throat tighter.

He released your thighs and just as your feet hit the ground, he pulled out of you and grabbed your hips, spinning you around, to make you face the wall.

You just had time to put your hands against it, when he was already lifting your skirt, and pressing his cock against your entrance, sinking in in one go.

“I’m gonna give it to you just like you wanted. Hard,” he said, thrusting deeply in your core.

“Oh! F… fuck!”

The thrusts of his hips sped up, pinning you against the wall each time he thrust into you.

He bit your shoulder lightly, and his grunts turned you on more and more. His hands gripped your hips tightly, helping him thrust deeper. Wanting to feel him even more, you tilted your ass back, so that the angle would allow him to hit your g-spot with each stroke.

“What are you doing, little brat? Wanna come on this cock?”

“Yes Javi, please, I’m so close...”

He squeezed your hair in his fist, and said “you think you deserve this?” still thrusting deep into you with every stoke.

“Yes!! Please, Javi”

“No more brat attitude at work?”

“No… I promise.”

He bit your shoulder again, and repeatedly hit the spot you needed, saying “I want you to come on it baby, give me another one. I want another one.” You came a second time, hearing him.

“Fuck… Hermosa. You pussy is squeezing me so hard… Keep coming on my cock, fuck…”

Your voice trembling, you said “come in my pussy, Javi. Fill me up. Wanna feel you shoot your cum in me, please…”

He grunted again, before you felt the pulsing of his cock as he expelled his cum inside you.

He released his fingers' grip on your hips, stroking them where they had been pressed seconds before, and kissed where he had bitten you, still buried in your cunt. Both of you regained your senses for a few minutes, your breathing gradually returning to normal.

He pulled out and got dressed, while you put your panties and skirt back in place. He looked at you while fastening his belt, then said “don’t forget your promise, Hermosa.”

You looked at him, gave him your best smile, and said “and not getting fucked like that in this room again? Come on Javi…"

You went to open the door, a smile on your face, feeling his cum making your already soaked panties even wetter, and heard his long sigh when you brushed against him.

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munson-blurbs · 10 months

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Oneforthemunny's Summertime Writing Game

Thank you @oneforthemunny for organizing such a fun writing game! This is one of two collabs with @corroded-hellfire; the other will be posted on her blog soon!

Eddie comes home to see you sunbathing…topless ;) Janitor!Eddie x Fem!Teacher!Reader

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), oral (m! and f! receiving), cum eating, semi-public acts, kinda subby Eddie (more simp than sub tbh), reader wears a bikini (all bodies are bikini bodies and I will run up die on that hill)

WC: 1.7k

Summertime as a kid is great. Summertime as a teacher is complete, utter bliss.

You’re laying stomach-down on a beach chair in your backyard. There’s a glass of lemonade, ice melted from the sun, on the snack table beside you. The yard is slightly shaded by the overgrown oaks, but with your level of relaxation, you might as well be on a tropical island surrounded by palm trees with a frozen strawberry margarita in your hand.

While you’re off until early September, your sweet husband isn’t so lucky. Custodial staff still has to report to work, albeit only for half a day, because of summer sports practices. Eddie had been grumbling something about setting up the goalposts for the boys’ soccer team, though you hadn’t heard his full complaint since you’d been half-asleep this morning.

It’s just past noon now, which means he’ll be home within the next ten minutes. You grasp at the swimsuit ties at the nape of your neck and around your upper back, loosening them and tossing your bikini top into the grass below.

Eddie’s van rumbles into the driveway shortly after that, tires crunching over gravel. You shift your weight slightly so that your chest is pressed into the rubber straps of the chair, shielding your exposed nipples.

“Baby?” you call out once you hear his door slam shut. He walks over to the gate separating the front yard from the back and unlatches the hinge, closing it gently. He stops dead in his tracks when he sees you, sans top, splayed out before him.

You turn your head to face him, smiling as his eyes widen in surprise. “Can you put more sunscreen on my back?” you ask, voice sugary sweet. “I don’t wanna burn.”

“Um, yeah, sure.” He takes the bottle next to you–just the drugstore brand, but it gets the job done–and squeezes a dollop of lotion into his calloused palm. You press your legs together, making room for him to straddle your body with one thigh on either side of yours, groin nudged close against the curve of your ass.

You can feel him getting hard through his coveralls, and he shifts slightly to try and adjust himself without smearing lotion on his work clothes. He grumbles a muted “fuck,” under his breath, assuming you can’t hear him.

“Eds? You okay?”

He clears his throat, embarrassment creeping into his voice at being caught. It seems absurd that he’s still so modest about getting turned on when he thinks he’s not supposed to, and you have to bite back a giggle.

“Mhm. Just makin’ sure it’s even and…stuff.”

Once you hear him close the cap on the lotion bottle, filled with chagrin as his hands leave the canvas of your skin, you flip onto your back and give him the perfect view of your bare breasts.

Eddie’s Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows thickly. “You want me to p-put some there, too?” he stammers, starting to reach for the sun lotion again.

“Mmmm, no.” You grab him by the collar of his coveralls and pull him in for a kiss, parting his lips with your tongue as his body practically collapses on top of yours.

He braces his palms on the edge of the chair. “Baby, baby, baby, what’re you doing?” He’s breathless as you roll your hips up towards him, creating the delicious friction that you both crave.

You give him a playful pout, jutting out your lower lip. “Am I being too subtle?” Eddie’s eyes follow your hands as they make their way down to your swimsuit bottoms and his jaw goes slack as you shimmy out of them. “Are my intentions clearer now?”

A sound resembling a growl sounds from deep in his chest as he practically tears the zipper off of his coveralls as he struggles to get them off. Giggles spill out of your lips as you watch him finally toss the offending material in the same general direction as your swim top. He’s left above you in only his undershirt and boxers.

“Be a good boy and take that off for me, hm?” you purr. Eddie feels a shiver go down his spine at your words and he quickly nods his head.

“Yes, ma’am.”

The white t-shirt and blue boxers soon go the same way as the coveralls and your husband’s body is hovering over yours.

“That’s my good boy,” you praise him.

Eddie scoots down a bit, lips pressing against the skin of your neck, then your chest and stomach.

“Can I taste you? Please?” he mumbles into the skin just above your belly button.

“Of course.”

There’s no hesitation between your response and Eddie lifting your legs over his shoulders and licking a stripe up your heat. Your hands grip the sides of the lounge chair as your back arches. Eddie knows your body like the back of his hand and how to make you squirm right away.

You’re pretty sure your lip is going to bleed from how hard you’re biting down on it as Eddie sucks your clit into his mouth. Large, calloused hands run up the outside of your thighs and rest on your lower stomach. You can feel more than hear the soft moans coming from your husband as his tongue moves down to prod at your hole.

“Shit,” you murmur under your breath. The sounds coming from between your legs are obscene but only make it even hotter.

Eddie lets one of his hands come back down your body and he slips two of his fingers inside of you. The movement of his digits pumping in and out of you starts off slow at first, then picks up speed. It’s impossible to keep your moans to yourself at this point, just trying to keep quiet enough that any neighbors that are potentially outside won’t hear.

“Close. Fuck, I’m close.”

The feeling of his tongue flicking over your clit joining the motion of his fingers has your muscles tensing, your legs tightening around his head as you feel your pleasure hitting its peak. One hand reaches down and tangles in Eddie’s curls, fist tightening and giving a small tug on the roots.

“Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” tumbles out of your mouth as the wave crashes over you, causing you to clench around Eddie’s fingers. He doesn’t slow down, just keeps working you through it with both his hand and mouth.

Once your body relaxes back against the chair, Eddie pulls his fingers out and pops them into his mouth. His eyes close as he savors the taste of you on them. When his eyes open, it’s just in time for you to pounce on him.

“You’ve had a hard day, baby,” you coo, wrapping your hand around his hardened length. Pre-cum pearls at the tip, dripping onto the flesh between your thumb and forefinger. “Let me take care of you, hm?”

Eddie just nods and whimpers, throwing his head back as you sink onto your knees in the freshly-cut grass and give him teasing kitten licks.

“‘S that enough?” Of course it’s not; you know it’s not, but you love keeping him on edge.

“M-More. Please, need more,” he stammers out, legs quivering slightly. His quads flex as he tries to steady himself.

You indulge him, taking him fully between your lips. You swirl your tongue around his achingly sensitive tip, sucking sloppily. Drool runs down your chin but you make no attempt to wipe it away. He loves the way you so easily wreck yourself on his cock.

“Feels s’good,” he groans, going weak in the knees when your hand attends to the part of his shaft not in your mouth. “Oh, fuck, that’s it. My beautiful girl.” His whines are loud, too loud considering the proximity to the nosy couple next door. They’re supposed to be at work now, but you never know who could be listening.

“Shh, gotta keep it down,” you remind him, and he lets out another strangled whimper at the loss of your warm mouth. Pinching his inner thigh in retaliation, you say, “you want our neighbors to know that I’m sucking you off?”

Eddie shakes his head, curls rapidly brushing against his shoulders. “N-No.” Well, yes, he thinks, but he doesn’t dare admit it.

You cup his balls, rolling them in your open palm while continuing to blow him, all too aware that you’re pulling the trigger.

Sure enough, his throaty grunts punctuate the still summer afternoon. “Baby, mmm, fuck!” he manages through gritted teeth. You take him deeper, nose nestled in the unruly thatch of pubic hair adorning the base of his cock, doing everything you can to ward off your gag reflex.

“M s’close, shit, please let me cum on your tits,” he pleads, sounding as though he’s on the verge of tears. “Please, baby, I’ll do anything to cum on those perfect tits.”

You unceremoniously release him from your warm, wet mouth and jerk him a few times until he spills onto your chest. Thick white ropes of his spend now adorn your breasts as he stands there, breathless, his softening cock still in your hand. You take your pointer and middle fingers from your free hand and swipe at the cum, bringing them into your mouth and swallowing with a triumphant grin.

You reach for your discarded swimsuit top, wincing when you try to fasten the ties. “Ouch,” you mutter, “feels like I did get a little burned on my back.”

Eddie’s eyes remain trained on your chest; specifically, the spot where you’d missed a bit of his cum just below your left nipple. He feels his cock start to twitch with the beginnings of another erection. “We have after-sun lotion in the house,” he finally says. “Get on the bed and I’ll give it to you.”

You throw him a wink, following his gaze to wipe off the cum before cheekily licking it from your finger.

“Oh, I bet you will, big boy.”

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missannwinchester · 8 months

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Plaything, Joel x Reader SMUT

Thank you for the moodboard, @not-a-unique-snowflake-blog 💕

18+

adults only

SUMMARY: You're Joel's pretty doll.

part 2 here

WARNINGS: creepy behaviour, Joel dresses reader up like a doll, sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship mentioned, oral sex, sex, rough sex, hair pulling, pet names (baby, doll, darling, etc.), spanking, age gap (reader is in her late 20s) You sighed in your sleep when Joel opened up the blinds. The sun was shining straight at your face and you rolled over, facing away from the window, but Joel didn’t give up. You heard him walk around the bedroom and fiddle with his old, beloved record player. He always corrected you, “it’s a gramophone”, he would always say, but you didn’t really care.

Stars shining bright above you

You smiled when you heard the song, hiding your face in one of the pillows.

Night breezes seem to whisper "I love you"

Joel walked up to the bed and sat on the edge. His calloused fingers stroked your hair, gently, almost hesitantly. You hummed to encourage him to keep going. It was way too early to get up, but you knew you didn’t have much of a choice.

The thing with Joel was that he liked his routine. He was strongly set in his ways and some people found it bizarre, but it never bothered you. Before every work day he needed to prepare his clothes for the following day. He always ironed what had to be ironed, and folded what had to be folded… or more like he folded even the things that you would never bother to fold. After that, he always poured two glasses of water and brought them on a tray to your nightstands. In the morning he liked his coffee strong and bitter, his toast crispy and with butter. For you, however, he was willing to scramble eggs or even make something as extravagant as chocolate chip pancakes. There were days though, when his routine looked different. Like today.

Birds singing in the sycamore tree

Still stroking your hair, he started humming the song, admiring your soft smile and barely noticeable, shallow wrinkles. He leaned down and kissed your cheek, making you finally open your eyes. “Come on, sweetheart,” he encouraged you and pulled down the comforter.

“I wanna sleep,” you argued. “Not now,” he said and grabbed your shoulders to pull you up to a sitting position.

He was very strong, never had problems with lifting you up. Sometimes it made you wonder how that was even possible because most men his age couldn’t stop complaining about back problems.

“Get up, I need to get you all ready,” he said, holding you by your chin and you reluctantly got up.

Was Joel a weirdo? Most definitely. You tried not to think about it because it creeped you out too much. At first you thought of it as a deal breaker, but you quickly realized that it was actually one of your favorite things.

“Get in the shower, I’ll be right there,” he instructed and you nodded before kissing him on the lips.

He smiled and watched you go. You left the bathroom door open and you knew he could see how you stripped from your pajama set and turned the water on. After a short while he joined you in the shower, and placing his big palms on your hips he turned you around to face him. You were both standing under a wide stream of water, watching each other’s bodies, tracing water droplets down your shoulders and chests. Joel’s cock was semi - hard, and your fingers traveled so far down his chest you could now brush your thumb along his length. Joel took your shampoo and poured a generous amount on his hand, getting ready to wash your hair. Your eyes closed as soon as his hands touched your head. His fingers rubbed the shampoo into your hair, applying just the right amount of pressure. He massaged every inch of your head and you’d lie if you said you didn’t enjoy it. When he was convinced that your scalp and hair had enough, he directed you gently under the stream of water again. He made sure to leave no foam, rinsing your hair thoroughly. Then, he put some conditioner on and you had to wait. It was a well practiced routine by now. You knew exactly he didn’t want you to be idle. He helped you kneel down on the slippery shower floor and he took his bar of soap and started cleaning himself.

Your greedy hand rushed to his balls, caressing them, feeling every inch. Your other hand grabbed his cock at the base. He sighed, loud enough for you to hear it over the running water, when you took his tip into your mouth. You sucked on it, still massaging his balls. He grew harder under your touch and you smiled, licking water off Joel’s shaft with your tongue. The bitterness you tasted came from the soap and you grimaced. You waited a short while for water to rinse the soap residue from his body, using your hand to pleasure him. Then, you licked the side of his length again before taking him into your mouth as deep as it would go. He let you control this experience so you picked your own pace, taking breaks to suck his balls too, pressing your nose into his pubic hair as you did. After a while his hips started rolling into your face uncontrollably and you knew it was a sign that he’s close. You focused all your attention on his balls for a little longer and then swirled your tongue around the tip to tease him just a little. Then finally your mouth slid down his length and the tip brushed your throat. You bobbed your head, picking up the pace until he grunted, grabbed your head pressing you into him and spilled his cum inside your mouth. Some of it ran down your chin, mixed with your saliva and water, but you managed to swallow most of it.

You stood up and Joel ran his thumb across your chin in an attempt to clean it. He turned water off and wrapped you in a towel before drying himself.

“Head,” he muttered and you bent over.

He wrapped another towel around your hair and let you straighten up.

“Upstairs now,” he ordered before kissing you softly on your lips.

Upstairs. The upstairs was a part of the house that the two of you would never ever want anyone to know about. You walked up the stairs slowly and as always you felt as if you were flying backwards through time. You knew you could open a museum here. You walked through the dark corridor towards one particular bedroom. You opened the door and walked up to the windows and started opening the old fashioned drapes, letting the sunlight into the room. Everything here wasn’t just old. It was historical. From the carpet to the chandelier. You unwrapped your hair, letting it fall down your shoulders and you took off the towel covering your body as well. You hid those under the bed just in time for Joel to walk into the room.

“So beautiful,” he admired you.

At the beginning of your unique relationship it bothered you that Joel wasn’t a talker. You couldn’t get out of him what he liked, not even his favorite color. Even though you were very uncomfortable the first time he took you upstairs for this, you really appreciated how he could open up here.

“Come here, my doll,” he requested and you took a few steps to get to him.

He was wearing the clothes he had prepared for himself last night - dress pants and a shirt. The sleeves hugged his bicep perfectly and stretched dangerously when he grabbed you and pulled you against him, kissing you passionately. He could still taste himself on your tongue.

“Come on, let’s get you all ready,” he whispered and walked up to a chest of drawers.

He pulled a pair of white underpants, the kind that women used to wear sometime in the past, and kneeled down to your feet. You grabbed onto his shoulder and lifted one of your legs, sliding your foot into the underpants. Then you did the same with your other leg.

“That’s right, sweetheart,” he praised you and ran his fingers up your legs before pulling the underpants on.

“Now something for the top,” he told you, stuffing you into something that resembled a corset, but wasn’t as restrictive as you imagined a corset to be.

“Beautiful. Who’s my most beautiful doll?” He asked and you knew he expected an answer.

“I am, Joel,” you said and reached out to caress his cheek.

“Yes, dear. Sit down, I don’t have much time,” he said lovingly and you let him lead you to the most extraordinary vanity in the whole world (at least according to you).

The carvings in the dark wood were very detailed, gold elements around the edges looked like the most thoughtful embroideries. You looked at yourself in the framed mirror of the vanity, completely unbothered by a crack in the top left corner. You remembered asking Joel why he never replaced it, but he told you that it just wouldn’t have been the same vanity.

“When do you have to be at work?” You asked.

“At 9,” he sighed. “I think it’s gonna be a really tough day today, you know?”

Joel reached for a vintage perfume bottle that you knew had been filled with your very modern detangling spray. He sprayed your wet hair with it and grabbed a hair brush. Gently, starting with your ends, he slowly brushed through your hair.

“Why, what’s going on?”

“The boss is coming over, you know how he is,” he explained.

He took a hairdryer from a drawer and plugged it in and you remembered the first time you saw it. You laughed hysterically at the absurdity of all of it and life flashed before your eyes because you were sure that your perverted sugar daddy would choke you to death with a medieval pillow and bury you in the backyard. Since that hadn’t happened, you convinced yourself to just go with it until you started enjoying it probably as much as he did.

Joel finished drying your hair leaving it damp and hid the dryer meticulously. He gently ran a brush through it again and then clipped a section at the top of your head. He took a basket with rag rolls he made himself and started carefully putting them on your hair.

“Your hair is so soft,” he commented and you caught his gaze in the mirror. “And so shiny,” he said and leaned down to smell it.

He slid his lips down a strand of your hair before putting it in a rag roller. It was things like that that used to make your skin curl, but you got used to them. Sure, if you thought about it it was still creepy, and even though your mind was telling you to run and never look back, your heart always gave you excuses to stay.

“It’s because of all those fancy conditioners that you use on it,” you say with a smile and the corners of his lips also lift up.

“Anything for you, my pretty doll,” he hummed in your ear, brushed his stubble against the soft skin on your neck and left a sloppy kiss on your pulse spot.

You had been wet since the shower, but feeling his lips on your neck awoke the desire in you again. The desire you knew you had to repress for now. Joel’s thick fingers were surprisingly skilled and he quickly managed to curl the whole bottom section of your hair and unclipped the rest. He was humming Dream a little dream of me.

“I’m gonna be thinking about you all day, you know? I’m gonna be thinking of your hair and your lips and your thighs and your breasts, all of you, you know that, darling?” He told you when he was done.

“I’m gonna be thinking about you too,” you confessed and he kneeled next to you.

Joel put his hand on your lap and rested his forehead on your shoulder. You would have turned to face him, but the massive chair you were in didn’t allow it.

“I know, my doll, I know,” he said and brushed his fingers against your clothed clit.

“Please, Joel, I need you to touch me,” you told him huskily, but he shook his head.

“Not now, now get up,” he instructed and you bucked your hips to chase his hand. “Up!”

You reluctantly obeyed and walked up to the bed. You crawled on top of the embroidered blanket and sat, looking at him with a pout.

“Now, be a good doll and wait for me,” he said and kissed your forehead, stroking your cheek. “I’ll come play with you at 5.”

You nodded and watched him leave the room. You heard his heavy steps on the creaking stairs and you lied down, waiting for him to leave the house.

Your days always looked the same. You ate breakfast, cleaned up a little, watched tv, and listened to music. When you didn’t have anything in your hair you could go to a mall or on a walk, but today you just read a book in the garden. You kept checking the time so that you didn’t disappoint Joel. You wondered what he might do if he didn’t find his doll where he left her, but you decided not to check. Not today, probably not ever. He was a peculiar man and you thought he was fairly docile, but you knew his rough side and you certainly knew how strong he was. So, you made a compromise with your brain to at least be obedient if you chose not to run away.

You heard the creaking steps before Joel opened the door to the bedroom. He looked tired and you knew that his day was just as bad as he had predicted.

“Good afternoon, darling,” he muttered tiredly and crawled onto the bed to kiss you.

“Hey.”

“You’re such a good baby, waiting here for me,” he whispered in your ear and grabbed your hands, pulling you off the bed.

You let him lead you towards a big closet, the one you were told not to open under any circumstances because the heavy door had a tendency to fall out of hinges. Joel opened the door carefully and you took a few hesitant steps. You reached out to touch a collection of old dresses, well to be fair some of them only looked old, but were made for you by Joel who had a few hidden, pretty unusual talents.

Joel chose a dress of his liking and started dressing you up. Corset, ribbons, lace inserts, tiny buttons. He looked like he was in a trance and you didn’t dare to interrupt him, just wanting him to relax. Next, he sat you on a stool to put on your stockings. He gently caressed your legs while putting them on, and kissed both of your knees. Your least favorite part was the uncomfortable shoes, but it wasn’t like you had to do a lot of walking anyway.

“My prettiest doll,” Joel said and looked at you with a shy smile. “Go sit in front of the mirror, darling, look how pretty you are.”

You did your best not to wince with every step, but soon you made it to the vanity and sat on the massive chair in front of it. You knew that now, Joel would take your rag rollers off and he did. One by one, they were gone, being put into a basket you held for him. He pinned half of your hair up, leaving the rest of the curls intact and took a dark green ribbon to tie it on top of your half updo. When he was satisfied with the look, he grabbed the massive chair by its armrests and turned it towards him. He kneeled in front of you and wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his nose in the crook of your breasts. His hot breath tingled you and sent a wave of arousal down your body. The corset had your breasts pushed upwards and Joel rested his face on them as if they were pillows. He moved his head to the sides, scratching your delicate skin with his graying scruff, making it red. He pressed his clothed crotch into your calf with a grunt and looked up.

“Almost ready,” he panted.

You wondered if he didn’t take more pleasure from this than from sex and you thought about asking him, but you weren’t sure you wanted to know the answer.

Joel searched for something in a leather bag and a while later he pulled out a lipstick. He put it on your lips with precision, then he colored your eyelids and he glued on fake eyelashes.

“Perfect,” he gasped, still on his knees in front of you.

“Am I your prettiest doll now?” You asked, stroking his cheek.

“You are,” he nodded eagerly. “You are my prettiest doll, darling, you always are.”

Even though Joel was a fan of routine, he still managed to surprise you. This time you didn’t expect him to grab your head and kiss you as passionately as he did, smearing your red lipstick all over you. One of his hands made its way up your leg, under the long dress, the other was behind your head, fisting your curls, pushing your face into his with unprecedented strength. He pressed his thumb against your clit over the underpants and your hips rolled in search for some friction. Joel reluctantly pulled his tongue out of your mouth and started rubbing your lipstick down your neck. Still assaulting your neck, he nestled himself between your legs and wrapped them around his waist.

“Hold on tight,” he instructed and you clung to him.

Joel lifted himself up from his knees and carried you to the bed. He laid you down only partially so that your butt was still in the air and kneeled down again to pull the underpants down. Then, he lifted both of your legs to rest them on his shoulders and hiked the dress up, covering you with it. Your arms freed you from under the dress, but it was so big that you could only see your feet swaying in the air as Joel ate you out like a man starved.

He made a dozen new hickeys on the inside of your thighs and nuzzled your wet heat with his nose, inhaling your arousal. His tongue slid between your folds and he lapped at your wet pussy humming contently from time to time. You were horny all day long and waiting finally paid off. You squirmed on the bed, desperately trying to stop yourself from pressing his head into your crotch. Joel’s mouth was now on your clit as one of his thick fingers slid inside you. Your pussy was making obscene sounds as he finger fucked you, the vibrations from his muffed moans were sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. You started whimpering, tossing your head left and right, fisting the sheets beneath you and then, finally, you let out a husky moan and your legs trembled around Joel’s head as you came hard on his tongue. Joel brought his wet fingers to your lips and you sucked on the greedily, tasting your own juices.

“Perfect little doll,” he commented.

He let you sit on the edge of the bed and he stood up, your face level with his crotch. He pressed your face into it, and your cheek pressed into his considerable hardness. Your tongue nudged at the side of his still clothed cock and he guided your hands to his belt. You quickly took off his pants and he slid his boxers down his legs, freeing himself finally. He grabbed you by your hair, pulling lightly, then forcing you down on his length. Tears streamed down your face and saliva dripped down your chin as he face fucked you for about a minute. Then, he pulled out of your mouth and wiped the tears off your cheeks. You unbuttoned his shirt and he tossed it behind him before climbing on the bed. You followed, moving to the center of the mattress. He never fully undressed you. This time the only thing he took off were the underpants.

“Turn around, all fours,” he instructed and you obeyed, struggling to move in the layered dress.

When you finally managed to assume your position, he pushed your head into a white pillow and hiked the dress up. He pulled your hands behind your back for leverage. One of his strong hands was holding your hands behind your back by the thick material of the sleeves and the other was slapping your butt, with each slap your buttcheeks jiggled harder. You whimpered into the pillow, the white embroidery was scratching your cheek. When Joel was satisfied with your rosy butt cheeks he entered your wet pussy, bottoming out with a grunt. You moaned as his big cock split you in half, but he probably couldn’t hear you. Now, both of his hands were squeezing your wrists, using your own body as something to hold on to as he fucked you relentlessly. You could feel his tip so deep inside you you thought you might come any second. He didn’t show his rough side very often, actually probably just in the bedroom. You knew it was pointless to try and match his rhythm so you didn’t move, letting him rut into you, moving your body further up the bed with each powerful thrust.

“Fuck so tight!” He panted. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well, pretty doll,” he praised you.

This position was your favorite, it really allowed deep penetration, nudging spots inside you you never even knew about.

“I’m gonna fuck you so good, baby, so fucking deep, fuck! Yeah!” He gritted through his teeth.

Next, he let go of your hands and they fell, limp on your sides. He dug his fingers into your waist and literally fucked you on his dick, moving you effortlessly as you lied, being a whimpering mess, unable to move as another orgasm shook your whole body. Joel felt your walls fluttered around him and it only made him more feral. You could feel that his movements were becoming more erratic, less rhythmic and you knew he was close. His stamina was incredibly impressive, but it didn’t surprise you anymore. Finally, he bent over, pressing your body into the bed, you now laid flat on top of it, under his pressing weight. You couldn’t feel him as deep inside you anymore, but his strong movements rubbed your clit against the tactile bedding. His nose was buried in your hair, he was grunting right into your ear, a little too loud, but there wasn’t much you could do about it. The next thrust pressed you under the bed for a longer while and you knew Joel was cumming deep inside you. You didn’t know if it was the thought of his cum inside you or the harsh bedding under your clit, but you came again, just as strongly as before.

Joel was panting on top of you now, but a moment later he rolled off you, his softening dick sliding out of you and you whimpered quietly. You lied like that, with Joel by your side, his heavy arm draped over your worn out body. He kissed the back of your neck and sighed. When your heart finally calmed down a little, you rolled over on your back. You brought your hand to your face to discover that one of your eyelashes fell off and the bow that was once in your hair was now just a dangling ribbon, sticking to your sweaty forehead like the majority of formerly perfect curls. Joel’s face was covered in your lipstick and you could only imagine what your face looked like. Even your corset came loose and somehow got a bit twisted to the side. Both of your stockings were pooled around your ankles and one of your shoes fell off and was nowhere in sight.

Joel moved closer to you and his hand moved all the sweaty hair off your face before leaving an open mouthed kiss in the corner of your lips. You lazily caught his lips and slid your tongue along his bottom lip.

“Look at you, little doll…” he muttered, still panting heavily.

He picked up the lash from the bed and shook his head with disapproval.

“Did I play too hard with you, little one?” He wondered.

He sat up and looked at you with a sigh. He reached out to pull your stockings up.

“All broken now…” he muttered, looking for your shoe.

You supported yourself on your elbows and looked at him, his hands running through his disheveled hair.

“Let’s get you fixed up, pretty doll.”

PART 2

Thank you for reading ~missannwinchester

#joel miller #joel miller fanfiction #joel miller fanfic #joel miller fic #joel miller smut #joel x reader #joel miller x reader #joel miller/reader

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mncxbe · 23 days

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omg!! LOVE THE NEW BLOG THEMEEEE💗💗 OH AND HEHEHE BACK WITH ANOTHER REQUEST FOR AKI.. since you made a new one!!!! prompt nsfw 4. one bed trope. aki. (I'm imagining that aki and Himeno scene lmwo) ilysm and all your writings hehshshudhu (That last aki fic was so beautifulpls) 😁😁🐑🐑💥

sheep my beloved hii♡ first off tysm i'm so happy you like the theme and the aki fic. and i'm very much hearing you out on this one👀

4– one bed trope

ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑𝒄𝒘: semi public, i got a bit silly at the end, slight degrading// it's implied that reader and aki had sex before

"What's wrong Hayakawa? Can't sleep?"

The way the syllables of his name rolled oh so sweetly off the tip of your tongue made his skin crawl.

"I'm quite alright, thank you for asking, Y/N. Now go sleep" he said curtly in a hushed voice, trying not to wake up Power and Denji, who were sleeping in a bed on the other side of the room.

Aki took you, his newest patrol partner, and his roommates on his yearly trip to Hokkaido and rented a room at a cheap hotel. He'd hoped that Power would be willing to share a bed with you at least for a night, but she insisted on sleeping next to Denji, so he got stuck with you.

The situation was less than ideal– he could feel your ass pressing up against his pelvis as he spooned you. It also didn't help that you were wearing a tiny little top that barely covered your chest and some skimpy pajama shorts.

"Why are you so tense, Aki? Are you cold?" you asked sweetly, shuffling closer to him and fuck he swore you were doing this on purpose. His hard-on was pressed right against your ass.

His deft hand came to rest on the juncture between your hips and legs, preventing you from squirming any further. "Don't play dumb, I know what you're doing and I suggest you calm down before they wake up"

"But 'm not doing anything" you cooed, glancing at him over your shoulder and even in the dim lights of the room Aki could make out your mocking smile.

You really had the nerve to make fun of him after teasing him all damn night? Aki felt his frustration growing with each passing minute. Fine, if you wanted things to be that way, so be it.

"You little slut..." he mumbled under his breath and you could hear him fumble with his slacks. Hooking your leg over his hip to give him space, you pulled your panties to the side. "Sorry, Aki, ya know I can't help it with you... ngh–"

"I know, dumbass" he said affectionately, covering your mouth with his hand "But I don't wanna hear a peep from you, got it? Keep quiet"

You gave him a small nod, an unspoken promise, but the moment he alligned himself to your entrance and pushed his hips forward you moaned into his hand. Aki traced sloppy kisses up the nape of your neck, his lips hovering above the shell of your ear "Loosen up baby, you're too damn tight."

It didn't take long for you to get used to his length and Aki started slowly rocking his hips against yours, whispering hushed praises."There you go, this 's what you wanted baby? Good girl..." The mattress creaked lightly and you prayed that Denji's light snoring would cover the sound.

Unbeknownst to you, a mortified Power was listening. She'd woken up a while ago to go to the toilet but well... she couldn't exactly do that now. Or during the next hour. It's safe to say that from day on, she agreed to share a bed with you whenever you went on a trip.

#𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝ღೀ๋࣭ ⭑#chainsaw man smut #chainsaw man aki #csm aki #aki x reader #aki hayakawa x reader #aki hayakawa #aki smut #chainsaw man x reader #csm x reader #chainsaw man #aki csm

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laurorne · 10 days

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༊*·˚ BUT A WHISPER || criston cole x targaryen!reader

summary: a knights love for his lady isn’t always innocent, nor wholly good. and it seems, ser criston is entirely and utterly infatuated with you, and you don’t entirely mind it.

warning(s): nsfw!! softcore yan! criston, smut, religious mentions, semi-public make out, dry humping, criston leave targaryen princesses alone challenge when? (reader is implied to be targaryen but there’s no parental mention)

word count: 574

a/n: hii!! this is my attempt at getting back into writing nsfw on a blog, this is only a drabble because i just wanted some quick practise, but if you wanna request anything, feel very free to :))

a muffled breath, the creak of leather as his gloved hands tighten on your cheeks. thumbs caressing your jaw as he smothers your lips in a kiss.

desperate, needy, wanton.

he pants, lips still brushing yours as he takes a shallow breath to press back to the plush of your lips. his hips knocking against yours has the hilt of his sword prodding your side as he pushes impossibly closer.

you’re surrounded by him, in tough leathers and fine fabrics. your arms are quick to wind around his neck, chest pressing up into him as you allow him to indulge recklessly. in the middle of a hallway, teased and wanting. his tongue pressing against your bottom lip, tracing the flesh and begging for permission, begging for reassurance that you want him just as badly. you do.

he pulls away, lips pressed to the curve of your cheek as one of his hand traces the curve of your neck, falling lower and lower to your ribs. thumb brushing through the fabric of your dress onto the skin below your breast. “this is a bad idea, criston.”

a fluttering open mouthed kiss and a swipe of his tongue, and he’s devoted. “i love you.”

it’s weak and it’s whiny and god it stirs something within you. something curling and angry and sweet all at the same time. fluttering at the pit of your stomach as he follows the pulse of your arteries.

in the near absent light, his dark brown eyes have you. have your heart beating against your rib cage wildly, pleading to be let out. begging to be let out of its cage and placed within his. his hand leaves your ribs in favour of a fist full of thigh. hoisting the leg up to lay flush against his. the heat of his body heady against yours, comforting and unbearable all the same.

he’s pawing at the cloth, attempting to move it out of his way and gain access to what he really wants. a snug home for him, only him. he’s lucky, by the seven is he lucky. to even have the chance to touch you like this. frantically and desperately in a deserted hallway in the dead of the night. to have you allow him to take it this far, you are gracious.

your hand trails down his chest, past the open slip of his chest and to the lacing lower. near the leather belt and the sloppily tucked in ends of his shirt. “you are far to needy, sweet knight.”

he pants against your pulse point, open-mouthed and needy. he continues his endeavour on your throat though, he’s past your teasing comments by now. he presses butterfly kisses to that spot on your throat.

tongue laving over the spot before he bites down on it, not daring to suck hard enough to leave a mark on your skin, no, never. you’re to beautiful for such depravity. “and you are far to accomodating.”

criston rolls his hips into yours, pressing far closer than before so you can feel just how much your accomodation has effected his greed. you stick the breathy moan growing in your throat with a pin as you share a pointed look with him. at which he jostles you mockingly, thigh pressing up into your cunt as his hand roughly cups your breast through your dress. thumbing over your nipple as he inhales the oils you’d bathed in today.

his devotion makes something stir in you, you’re not entirely sure you hate this attention either.

#house of the dragon #hotd #criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader smut #if loving how pathetic he is #is a crime??#i’m guilty af ngl #he’s a baddie guys #i swear #targaryen!reader

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cityhxh · 6 months

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Show you off - Toji Fushiguro

— ♆ 19+ no minors/ageless blogs will blocked !!

—cw: fem!reader, public nsfw (mdni), teasing, petnames, established relationship, dom!character & sub!reader, semi public sex, people pleaser reader

WC: 1.7k

author's note ➩ story based on this request:

First time posting stuff like this so I hope y’all like it :))

“What happened baby? Isn’t this what you wanted?”

The thought of getting caught was driving you insane. You cling onto Toji tightly as he presses your back against the cold bathroom wall. You moan into the crook of his neck as you hide your face in pure pleasure.

“Don’t do that.” Toji says with a groan as he grabs a fist full of your hair, pulling your head back so you’re no longer hidden in the crook of his neck. “There she is.”

“T-Toji~”

“I’m right here. Daddy’s right here.”

His cock entered you with ease, the perfect size and girth, filling you up to the brim. When you told Toji about wanting to fuck in a crowded restaurant bathroom you didn’t think he’d actually fulfill your fantasy.

( Ten minutes earlier…)

“Funny how you bring this up as we’re in a crowded restaurant right now... It’s like you knew.”

You stare at him confused. Taking a sip of your wine before saying with a soft smile. “You think too highly of me.” He stares at you for a moment before smiling to himself, looking down at his lap. Your hand reaches up to your neck to play with your silver necklace, Toji’s name being on it, full displayed. Toji looks back up and sees you messing with the necklace, knowing what you meant with such a simple jester. He scoffs. “Here? Out of all places?” You stare at him innocently as you continue to mess with the necklace.

“It’ll be quick, I promise.” You pouted as he pinched the bridge of his nose. You slowly raise your leg and with your foot you gently palm his crotch with the tip of your heel. Biting your lip as he makes eye contact with you, feeling him grow under your touch. Sadly, no one would notice since the table cloth touches the floor covering the whole thing.

Toji leans into the table and you quickly follow his motion. His breath hitches as you continue to press onto him with your foot. “Men’s room. Second stall. Make sure no one is around before you go in.” He says as he quickly stands. “Wait, how would I know if there’s anyone else in there?” Toji chuckles. Rolling his eyes as he looks at you with mischief in his eyes. “Baby as if that mattered to you. Second stall. Wait a bit before going, don’t wanna look too obvious now.” You couldn’t hide your excitement as he walked away with a bulge in his pants.

( Present time )

Wet sounds fill the restroom as Toji sinks further in you. He lets out a low groan as he feels your cunt clench him tightly, making it difficult to keep his calm pace. You make him go feral, he can’t get enough of you.

“Baby, if you keep clenching like that your gonna cut my dick off.” You couldn’t even respond as your mind was in cloud 9. Toji stares at your fucked out expression, adoring every second of it. He starts to feel a sense of accomplishment as your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“I can’t, I can’t no more— ah~”

You moan as he pulls out of you. Sitting you on the toilet so you wouldn’t fall over. You sit back and take deep breaths feeling your cunt flutter around nothing, you were so close and now you felt empty. “Toji.” You whine out as he lets his pants pool around his ankles. His dick was hard and throbbing, his tip blushed pink as his cock curved upward on its own, pulsing when Toji’s eyes looked down at you.

“You can’t? Baby I thought this was your thing?” He teases as he reaches to stroke his cock. Truth be told, Toji may act like he isn’t into whatever his girl is into, but he honestly loves it. He loves seeing her get riled up and purposefully dress in clothes that expose what he did the night before. He loved the fact you show him off. But he’ll never tell her, pff. It’ll go right to her head.

“Seeing my name around your neck makes me so fucking hard.” Toji says as he reaches with his free hand to touch the necklace. You look up at him with doe eyes, grabbing his hand and putting his thumb in his mouth, slowly sucking on it as if it were his cock. “Got an itch in your throat, mamas?” He removed his thumb and replaced them with his middle and index finger. He throbs at the way you sucked his fingers, and the way you look at him.

“If only you could see yourself right now, fuck.” He groans. “Get on your knees for me, baby. Can you do that for me?” He asks nicely as you quickly slide off the toilet and get on your knees. “That’s my girl, always so good for me.” He praises you, as you sat comfortably on the ground. Toji takes off his jacket, leaving him in a black compressed shirt. “Use this mamas.” He puts the jacket on the ground for you to sit on, even though you were okay without it. “Don’t want you bruising those pretty knees now, do we,” You move onto the jacket and rub your thighs together.

You sat right in front of Toji. He puts his cock directly on your lips, tapping it softly as he glides it over to your left cheek, over your lips again, then to the right cheek. He loved seeing how big it looked next to your delicate face. He’d cum just at the sight. “What are you feeling today, baby? You think I can help that itch in your throat?” You nod quickly as I grab his cock with both hands and kiss it softly, from the base to the tip.

“Yes, please.”

“What if someone walks in and sees you on your knees? How’d you respond with your mouth full of cock?” You whine as you slowly start to jerk him off. “I don’t have too, they never ask.” Toji bites his lip enjoying the sight below him. You pepper kiss his cock and suck on the tip as if it were a lollipop. You look up at him as you do so, slowly taking inch by inch into your mouth, until he hits the back of your throat. You bob your head up and down as your eyes water. You love the way you sounded and the way his cock stretched your throat. It scratches it perfectly.

You couldn’t help but reach down and touch yourself. As you sucked Toji off and stroked him with your left hand, you used your right one to draw circles on your clit, clenching around nothing as Toji brought his hands on top of your head to bob your head faster.

“Fuck you’re doing such a good job, mamas.” He moans out loudly as he hears you gagging around him. You feel him twitch inside your mouth as you moan, sending vibrations to his cock, making him shiver as he feels an orgasm coming.

He quickly pulls out as you cough and gasp for air. He pulls you back onto your feet but this time he locks your legs around his waist as he thrusts inside of you. He presses you against the wall once more as he thrusts into you roughly, making the stall rattle around you. His pace was brutal, he moaned loudly into your ear almost whimpering as he tried to sink into you further. You moaned loudly as you felt sparkles start to go off in your lower stomach. You use your legs to pull him closer as he’s balls deep inside you. He buries his faces into the crook of your neck and begins to suck on the skin, leaving marks and trails of wet kisses. “This pussy is so good to me, I’m so fucking greatful.” Toji says with a growl as he continues his brutal pace. He kisses your lips, slipping his tongue as he sucked on your own.

You kissed him back as you locked your arms around his neck, only for Toji to put them above your head with one arm as he used the other to keep you lifted.

“I-I’m cumming, fuck Toji.”

You moan out as your legs begin to twitch. Toji smiled between the kiss as you felt his cock twitch. “Me too mamas— fuck.”

You both cum at the same time. Your legs locked around him as he came inside you. He holds you close as you both continue to cum, so out of breath and in a daze. Toji slowly starts thrusting into you as you wince from how sensitive you are. “Just a lil more.. I just love the way you make me feel, I don’t want it to go to waste.” He says as he kisses your cheek. You hug him close as he continues to slowly thrust into you as he hides in the crook of your neck.

“You sure you don’t wanna use my jacket?” Toji says as he wipes your thighs as cum leaks down from them. You shake your head. “No. I want them to see how good I have it and who gave it to me.” You smile sweetly as he finishes cleaning you. He puts your panties back on as you fix your dress. He looks at the freshly made hickeys on your chest and neck and couldn’t help but blush. “You wanna show me off just like that?” You raise a brow as you leave the stall and walk over to the sink as you fix your hair. “Of course. Don’t you think your name looks hot around all these marks.”

You check out your neck as the necklace sparkles around the red markings. You turn to him and pull him over by the hand. Wrapping your arms around him as you pull him in for a deep kiss. Suddenly the bathroom door opens, you continue to make out with Toji as you look to see who it might be, but it was just some guys staring at you both wide eyed. You smiled into the kiss and made out with Toji even harder. Deepening the kiss as you made eye contact with one of the men who entered the restroom. Toji pulled away, not even looking back at the people who entered the bathroom as he whispered in your ear. “You like putting on a show, don’t you?” You kiss his cheek and say with a smile.

“When it’s with you.. always.”

You step back and make your way out of the bathroom. You nod at one of the men and say smugly.

“Satoru.”

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missmeinyourbones · 2 years

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- 𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐒𝐎 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐎𝐅𝐅 (satoru gojo x reader) wc: 2.4k

my submission for my lovely bub @134340am‘s sundress szn collab! i absolutely adored writing this and i can’t wait to read everyone else’s works...be sure to check out the other pieces as the masterlist updates ;0

tags: NSFW 18+, AFAB! reader, penetrative sex, creampie, cum eating, semi-public sex, slight exhibitionism, minors and ageless blogs will be blocked.

“You can’t be serious right now.”

The banquet hall is bright and elegant, tastefully garnished in light and dainty flowers. You recognize the reoccurring petals of baby’s breath centering each table, pairing with a few blush colored carnations to liven up the assortments.

The sundress you wear is coral and silk, the material light and faint on your skin as it sways with the slight breeze in the summer air. Falling mid-calf, it’s delicate fabric caresses your body in all of the right places. With dainty straps holding your chest up and a fit that’s flattering but tasteful, it’s a perfectly acceptable choice for Nanami’s luncheon party—or it would be, if your boyfriend could keep his hands to himself for a few hours.

The wall you lean up against is cool on your exposed arms, purse in hand as you glare at your impatient lover before you.

“Satoru,” you attempt to scold him, but the way your voice slightly wavers reveals your true flush at his implication, “you’re serious?”

His eyes don’t falter from your lips as he practically growls, “Deadly.”

“No,” you put your foot down with a hushed demand, “we are in public, with our friends,” you drawl out the syllables of the words, as if enunciating them slowly and sternly will get your point across to him.

It doesn't.

He groans with a roll of his eyes, “It’s Nanami,” he spits his friend’s name as if it’s cursed, “he already can’t stand me. Might as well give him more of a reason.”

You scoff at his childish remark, mentally reminding yourself of your whereabouts. Nanami was nice enough to invite you to his celebratory event, just barely agreeing to your begs and hounds of bringing Gojo along under the one condition that he agreed to behave.

You should’ve known he was a liar. There’s always more when it comes to Satoru.

You brush his lingering hands away from your shoulders, but he’s persistent as ever—wiggling his way around you so you’re pressed between his giant frame and the wall, he presses a tiny kiss to your neck. It’s innocent enough, or it would be, if you didn’t know him. But you do, and the way he allows his mouth to linger over the damp skin, blowing a cool huff of breath onto the sensitive area to watch you shutter beneath him, is filled with nothing less than filthy intent.

“Satoru,” you try to persuade him again, though you can feel your will slipping from your clenched grip as he places another delicate peck to your sweet spot.

“You said you’d be on your best behavior,” you meekly remind him.

“I did,” he agrees, much to your surprise, “I didn’t say for who, though.”

There it is.

It takes a split second for your sigh of annoyance to turn into one of need as his knee forces itself between your legs, opening them just enough to gain access to your barely clothed cunt. The slit of your sundress perfectly allowing his hand to just barely slide between your thighs, his knuckle grazing the pearl of your clit, making you gasp lightly at the sudden flicker of pleasure.

“And right now, I wanna be good for you,” his voice is saccharine and teasing as it vibrates the shell of your ear.

Answering far too quickly, you whimper at his words. “We’d have to be quick,” squeaks from your throat, already giving in to his subtle touches.

Gojo laughs in the crook where your neck meets your shoulder.

“Is that a challenge?” he beams, stepping away from you to lace your hand with his and drag you from the cornered wall.

It takes him about a minute and thirty second stroll through the crowded banquet room to find a hallway with a single-stalled private bathroom. You curse beneath your breath as he smugly pulls you through the door, praying to whoever’s watching over you that no nursing-mother or hobbling-elder is in need of the decently secluded restroom for the next 20 minutes.

The very second the door is closed, Satoru hoists you onto the perch of the sink, his lips immediately attacking yours before urgently moving down to your neck. They litter open-mouthed kisses down your throat, taking their sweet time as they reach your now exposed cleavage. Satoru’s tongue dances around the lace hemline of your dress, licking and sucking on the plush skin spilling from its corset.

“Can’t—nghhhh—believe we’re doing this,” you gasp with a stifled moan.

“Can you blame me, baby?” he teases, voice heavy with lust as his hands reach beneath your dress and roughly grip your thigh, “You wore this dress. It’s like, perfect access for stuff like this.”

Though your eyes roll with irritation, your back instinctually arches as he squeezes up your legs and closer to where you want him most.

“Didn’t wear it for that reason, idiot,” you bark.

You feel Satoru smirk against your skin. He steps back for just a moment, expertly ridding himself of his blindfold with a single hand.

“Really?” he taunts, before his head disappears beneath the light fabric, “You didn’t wear this so I could fuck you in it?”

You feel his hot breath hit your covered cunt as he takes his pointer finger and runs it over the wet patch you’ve formed on your panties.

“Huh,” he humors himself, his reply muffled from between your thighs, “you’re so pretty when you lie.”

“I’m not—” your words fall short with a moan as Satoru licks a fat, wide strip along your clothed pussy, the heat radiating from his tongue sending chills up your spine.

“Fuck, Satoru,” you throw your head back against the mirror, bucking your hips further into his face. His nose scrunches against your unattended clit and it sets your body up in flames.

He chuckles once more, “You were saying?”

As much as you want him to devour you whole on the plaster of this restroom’s sink, you logically know you're still racing against the clock—it’s only a matter of time before someone notices your missing presence or knocks on the locked door, and you’re hoping to cum before then and not spend the rest of the evening frustrated with chasing a high you can’t quite reach.

With all of the strength your lust-clouded mind can muster, your fingers laced through his hair pull his face away from your heat.

“We don’t have time for all that,” you whine as his eyes poke out from underneath your dress. “please,” you practically beg him to give you what you want—what he wants, too.

If it were any other scenario, Satoru wouldn't have given in so easily, but the hungry look in your eyes paired with the growing mumbling of party-goers outside makes him cave.

“Only cause we’re pressed for time,” he mumbles as he rises from between your legs, pulling his dress pants down and messily freeing his red and angered cock, “don’t think you're not in for it later, though.”

Your stomach flutters at the sight paired with his threat. “Can’t wait,” you dryly retort, further spreading your legs for him.

Satoru wastes no time as he collects your slick with his tip before hurriedly sliding himself into your cunt. He’s slow and calculated at first, wanting you to feel every pulse, vein, and bend of his cock—wanting your gummy walls to mold to his shape, permanently.

He speeds up after a few experimental pumps, finding a pace that leaves you panting in his hold and writhing around him. He feels you clench around his cock when he finds that certain angle inside of you, your sweet spot, causing you to rasp out a drunken moan.

“Yeah, baby?” he mocks you, purposefully hitting the spot a bit harsher with his next few thrusts, “Right there, huh? There?”

You shake in his hold, the pressure of the pleasure and stretch burning just right.

You babble nonsensically into his neck, “Yes, yesyesyesyes—”

“Look at you,” Satoru hisses, picking your head up from his collar and forcing it to the side. Pressed up against the mirror, you see your reflection in your peripheral vision, the mirror shaking as Satoru fucks you senselessly. “taking me so well with all those people right outside,” he taunts with a groan.

You clench once more at his words, and Satoru releases a laugh laced with complete adoration and faux disgust.

“So dirty,” he mewls, “bet you wanna get caught, huh?”

His words make you involuntarily moan loader, waves of pleasure ripping through your body as he continues to drill his cock into you, mushroom tip ever-so-slightly rubbing against your cervix.

His grip on your waist tightens, “You want everyone to hear how good I’m makin’ you feel?” He brushes the spongey spot of your cunt that has you seeing stars.

You move to stick your fingers in his mouth, an attempt to quiet his lewd comments at such a dire time like this, but he’s quicker—as his hand meets you halfway and pins your wrist against the mirror.

With a pornographic moan barely stifled, you reprimand him, “Shut up.”

He removes a hand from your waist and uses it to cup your jaw, turning your face from the mirror and forcing you to look at him.

“Nuh-uh, angel,” he coos and shakes his head, slowing down the desperate snap of his hips to a more deliberate and agonizing pace, “I believe I asked you something.”

You eyes falter down to where he sinks into you and Satoru proudly follows your gaze. His length slowly stretches in and out of your tiny hole, coated in your cream and leaving strings of slick clinging to your skin with every drag. He goes as far as to completely pull out of you, revealing his sticky pink tip flush with pre-cum—he teasingly runs it through your folds as he awaits your response.

Desperate at the loss of warmth filling you, you swallow your pride and growl, “Yes.”

“Yes, what?” Satoru pushes.

You blink up at him, eyes watery and needy as you whisper, “I want them to hear us.”

Gojo’s smile could run the sun for its money as he snaps his hips harshly, forcing his cock back into your welcoming cunt.

“Damn right, you do. That’s why you wore this dress, right? So I’d fuck you against the wall, right?” he eggs you on, tone mocking and condescending as he speeds up his movements.

“No! Satoru—fuck,” your body writhes beneath his pressure as you feel a familiar coil brewing below your lower abdomen.

Satoru shows you no mercy, as if he’s suddenly lit a fire beneath himself, slamming into you and bottoming out on each thrust. The sounds echoing in the bathroom are lewd and nasty—skin on skin and wet squelches as his hot breath coats your neck.

Feeling yourself approaching your finish, you sink your nails into his blazer-clad shoulders. “I’m close,” you shamelessly babble, “I’m—I’m gonna cum—gonna cum, I’m—”

Satoru interrupts your cries with a groan so deep it vibrates your chest, “Fuck, me too baby. I know, I know.”

Seeing white as your body jerks and contracts on the sink, you cum hard around his cock, chasing your orgasm as it ricochets throughout your whole body.

Satoru follows quickly after you, the clenching of your warm pussy sending him over the edge. He paints your insides white with hot spurts of cum, overstimulating both you and himself and he continues to drill it into your hole throughout his high.

“Come on,” he shakes with each thrust, “fuckin’ take it.”

When the two of you finally come down, bodies shaky and sweaty with adrenaline and pleasure, he places a gentle kiss to your puffy lips. Pulling away slowly, he smirks at your fucked out face.

“You hav’to help clean me,” you mumble, closing your eyes as you rest against his still-heaving chest.

Satoru lightly scoffs, “So bossy, even after all that, huh? Figured I would’ve fucked the attitude out of you.”

You smack his chest with the back of your hand, resulting in a chuckle as he rests your limp frame against the mirror.

Slumped on the weight of the wall, you wince as you feel Satoru pull out—already missing him filling you to the brim, you feel his seed gush out of you as you whimper at the loss.

Satoru is quick to mumble an apology and collect what he can with his fingers, eventually bringing them to your mouth and allowing you to suck off what coats them. He does the rest with his own tongue, collecting any leftover cum that paints your sensitive pussy lips.

As you focus on evening out your breathing, Satoru pulls his pants back up and secures his belt once more. He runs his fingers through his hair, fixing it’s wild pieces before quickly retying his blindfold.

Returning his attention to you once more, he gently dabs the plush of your thighs with a tissue, collecting the rest of the white stripes of cum leaking down your legs. He brushes the stray hairs slick to your forehead out from your face, readjusting your appearance to a more reasonable party look. He offers you a hand as you unevenly hop down from the sink—he uses his fingers to straighten out the hem of your straps, his palms to brush out the crevices of your skirt.

“Can I tell you something?” you weakly press yourself into his chest, still slightly dazed from the pleasure your body just underwent.

“Mhm,” he approves, gently pecking your soft lips once, twice, three times, before moving a hand to the doorknob.

“I did wear this dress so you would fuck me in it.”

Gojo opens the bathroom door for you, mouth hung ajar as he gawks back at you in surprise.

He beams as he points an accusatory finger, “Fuckin’ knew it! You’re just as filthy as I am—”

“Because you’ve contaminated her.”

The pair of you quickly turn around and are met with Nanami’s disappointed scowl. He eyes the two of you up and down, before clicking his teeth and shaking his head. Before either of you can open your mouths—you to explain yourself and Gojo to make a ruthless comment—he holds his palm up flat to signal your silence.

“And if the two of you are done acting like horny teenagers,” he whispers the words harshly before straightening his back and composing himself, “drinks are being served in the foyer.”

Satoru attempts to high-five his still raised hand, but Nanami quickly retreats it with disgust as he makes his way towards his other guests—the ones who didn't just fuck in the bathroom of his event.

Face red with humiliation and disbelief, you turn to your boyfriend with an exasperated gasp, “We are never getting invited to another one of his events ever again.”

Peering down at you, Satoru looks as smug as ever—dashingly charming as he merely shrugs and presses a thumb to your bottom lip.

“Can’t say I’m upset about that.”

#sundress szn collab !#gojo satoru #satoru gojo #gojo smut #satoru smut #gojo satoru smut #gojo x reader #satoru x reader #gojo satoru x reader #gojo fic #satoru fic #gojo satoru fic

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iwannabangchan · 1 year

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안녕! I really like your blog, and a personal fav is “Sweet” (Hyunjin bias here) !! Anyways I saw your requests are open and I’d like to request sneaky late night phone s*x with him pleaseee !! xx

His and Hers

Pairing: Hyunjin x Fem reader

Word count: 0.9k

Content Warnings: Smut (minors dni); Mutual masturbation (F+M); Established relationship; Phone sex (thats pretty much it lol)

A/N: 안녕! 질문 보내주셔서 정말 감사합니당~ ^-^ How u guys doin’? Hope you’re well! This is just a quick piece I wrote at 3am before going to college that same morning, so if it’s sorta crappy I’m very sorry lol. Also, I hope you like the little audio, I thought it sounded like him so I just threw it in to add some sparkle :D (you gotta follow to hear it!)

Anyways, pls feel free to send in a request, or just a message (I like chatting to u guys :P) Lots of love,

~ ♥ Li ♥

*Ring Ring*

“Hello?” you croaked, squinting your eyes from the bright light of your phone.

“Did I wake you? I'm sorry, baby”

“No worries,” you yawned, finally zoning into reality. “What's up?”

“ I just miss you...”

“I miss you too, so much”

“Tell me, baby, what are you wearing right now?”

You chuckled at his forwardness, “ Your shirt, why?” you answered, running your hand down the soft fabric of the oversized shirt he left in your apartment.

“I'm intrigued. What else?”

“Laced panties”, you replied, trailing your finger lower, “The ones you bought me. Your favorite.”

He bit his lip and palmed his semi-hard cock. “God, you're such a tease-”

“What! How?”, you giggled, “I did nothing.”

“Maybe I'll fuck you in them while the members are home, what do you think about that?”

“Are you for real?”, you asked, trying to stifle your laughter to not be heard by your roommates.

“Seriously, I miss your taste,” he said slowly stroking his bulge. “I wish I could be with you right now. Kiss you, touch you… bury my face between your legs.” He leaned back and slipped his hand through the waistband as raunchy sex flashbacks raced in his mind. Particularly, the moment he met your teary-eyed gaze, while he worked magic on your heat with his tongue; your fucked out expression as your eyes struggled to gain their focus was permanently engraved in his mind.

You rid yourself of his shirt, your nipples hardened at the sudden contact with the cold air. You closed your eyes and massaged your breasts imagining that it was him touching you so gently. “And don't even get me started on your dick,” you began, “remember when I sucked you so good you came 3 times in a row?”

“I really need that again.” he shuddered, stroking his dick faster as his breaths got heavier. “I need to kiss you so bad. I've been thinking about it all week. Are you touching yourself?”

"Mhmm, wanna hear?” you lowered the phone in between your legs and dipped a finger into your soaked cunt to let him hear the squelches as you fingered yourself.

“Fuck, you’re that wet for me?” he groaned lowly, and just like that Hyunjin slid his sweatpants completely off, cock springing free.

Your eyes rolled back at the thought of him stretching you out again and pounding into you relentlessly.

“Please cum with me!” your legs began to shake as your moans got raspier and you felt your high sneakily approaching. You both increased the pace, both desperate to reach the peak of your self-pleasure. “Ah! Hyunjin, I'm so close,”

“Fuck. Me too, Y/N” Hyunjin’s groans increased on the other end of the phone from hearing your breaths and the sweet squelches of your sopping pussy, pushing him to pump his dick faster in his fist, towards the release he craved and deserved.

He called out your name as he ejaculated, white cum squirting onto his clenched thighs and dripping down the back of his hand. His ragged heaving breaths eventually stilled, uniting you both to a brief silence.

“Hyunjin, you made me make a mess in my underwear.” you giggled “ Maybe I'll give you these ones to add to your collection. You'd like that wouldn't you?”

“Who said I have a collection??”

“You really thought I didn't notice?”

You both let out weak laughter, not having the energy to even tease each other.

“Mmh, baby I want you right now.” he sighed, “come over, and let me sneak you in by the back door.”

“I'm on my way.”

♥ Thank you for reading ♥

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nashusglasses · 8 months

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folds in the gown

note: a writing exercise in pining/tension. the thing with writing Suguru is that he’s so…. Severe. As I say back home: gets mo ko?! You feel ? Like!! he's an enigma to me!! I hope I did him justice, please let me know ;_;!!!!!!!!

note 2: if you're coming from my kpop blog then you might have already read a similar jk fic. as u can see i love royalty AUs mixed with a little secrecy and private love affairs :3 listen to rosyln by bon iver if u wanna know the vibe !

PAIRING. bodyguard!geto/king's sister!reader SETTING. royalty au WARNINGS. suguru's POV. does catching someone naked count as voyeurism? regardless, suggestive content! SUMMARY. He shouldn't see you like this, but you make it hard to look away.

Dawn would break soon.

Suguru supposed he should be grateful. There had been no sightings of bandit squads, and the terrain of the roads were, at most, gratingly bumpy against the uneven wagon wheels. Two days of travel in relative peace.

It was the heat that was getting him.

Even the horses teetered on the brink of exhaustion. Kento made the call earlier. No use in continuing if the damn horses keep whining like that, and they’d continued east at your suggestion. Kashino River. Suguru remembered those yearly trips to your grandparents’ estate. There was no need to follow wooden peg signs for directions. You just had to find the fallen tree on the river bank where lightning struck seven years ago, and you knew you were four hours away from the city.

Sundown came with an oppressive orange heat, giving way to the cooler purple of the stars Suguru had waited all day for. The blackened stump of that tree came into view within thirty minutes.

The horses were fed. Canvas tents pegged into the nearest grass clearing, wagons stationed in a semi-circle to surround the fire pit. Suguru kept watch, Toge and Maki posted along the perimeter.

Kento, tucked into sheepskin, was snoring. Suguru was almost disgusted by how comfortable he looked. Despite the chill of nightfall, he was still struggling to regulate his temperature. His leather jerkin discarded the second he’d dismounted off his horse, and Kento was still fully clothed.

Your sac of sheepskin was remarkably empty, however.

Suguru stood. The bark of the tree under his ass leaving harsh indents, and he dusted the dirt and ants off. There was only one place you could be.

The river wasn’t far from where they’re stationed. The dense foliage of the trees teased Suguru with tiny bits of moonlight for guidance, and he tripped more than once on gnarled roots. He knew it wasn’t graceful for a skilled soldier like him, but he’d been irritable all day. Fuck elegance.

Where the forest spilled into the riverbank was where your clothes lay. The white fabric of your dress marred with splashes of mud, and Suguru furrowed his eyebrows. You were nowhere to be found.

The water gave it away first. A little ripple, the surface tension taut with resistance. Then your wet head bobbing up to the surface, your quick inhale, and Suguru realized his shoulders were tight. Out of worry, first. Then came the sharp realization that you were, in fact, naked not even five steps away from him, and he almost rolled his eyes at your brazenness.

(He did, secretly, blush.)

“You should be sleeping, Your Grace,” he said in greeting.

The water lapped quietly where you trod. “You of all people should know I don’t take to heat well,” you responded.

Of course he did. You would burst into complaints the second you felt it was too hot, and he’d been victim to your griping more than enough times. Today, the key phrase: almost there, Your Grace, followed by your groaning.

He stared upwards. Wringing his hands, trying his hardest not to watch where your shoulders shone under the moon. Where your neck met your spine, wet.

Suguru was not a strong man when it came to you.

“You didn’t tell anyone where you went.”

“But you knew where to find me.”

(His fingers twitched.)

“You’re predictable,” he answered. “And in need of rest.”

“I’ll sleep in the wagon.” You turned to face him. He steeled his eyes. Willed himself into focus. Your eyes glittering with quiet mischief, rivulets of water sliding down your collarbone, your sternum–

The moon, shaped like a saucer. Orion’s Belt. Kento snoring like a bear. He kept his gaze up, diverted his train of thought.

“The king will be upset knowing you wandered off by yourself.”

“Satoru would have done the same thing.” Suguru knew this. If you were short-tempered, your brother was the worst kind of irascible. “And I have you here with me.”

He wondered how you did it. The way you molded him from hard lines into something softer. Malleable. He refused the smile tugging on his mouth.

“I much prefer you somewhere close. And clothed,” he emphasized, even though everything in him screamed the opposite.

Of course, you lived to defy.

“As you wish,” you agreed.

You pressed your hands into the dirt, hauling yourself up from the dark water. Standing right in front of him, so boldly bare. Dripping. Suguru froze into place. His eyes and brain lagging into different rhythms–don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook–his gaze, greedy for a millisecond of shameless beauty–your hips, soft belly, brea–don’tlookdon’tlookdon’tlook–

For the first time today, he shivered. You wrung your hair.

“Don’t tell me you’ve never seen a pair of tits before,” you drawled. You bent over to grab your dress, yanking the fabric over your head, your arms. “I’ll go dry by the fire.”

Suguru gulped, then nodded. You left.

He stared at the dirt, clumping into a dark brown where you stood. He dragged a frustrated hand on his hot cheeks, wondering what he did in his past life to suffer so terribly good like this.

#geto suguru x reader #geto suguru x you #geto suguru x y/n #geto x reader #suguru x reader #suguru x you #jjk x reader #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #jjk scenarios #geto scenarios #geto scenario

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kairiscorner · 9 months

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AWOO AWOO ANON IS BACK WITH ANOTHER GWEN PROMPT 🚨🚨🚨 (but it’s abt like parent talk and annoyances so its okay if you don’t wanna do this <33)

HELLO P!! Hehehejhee I hope ur doing well!!! I just come up with a bit of a wholesome kinda angsty idea

Details: reader comes to Gwen’s apartment to rant abt parental issues (minor inconveniences, bickering with parents, details that are pretty minor but it’s so triggering)

(Alam mo yung usual na pinapagsabihan ka like they’re scolding/annoyed kahit na minor lang yung topic 😅?)

Ex. “Ugh my mom rolled her eyes and honestly scoffed when i talked abt Barbie etc.”

(Tas pag tatay nakakatakot mag salita parang galit lagi)

Ex. Pag sinigaw pangalan to call you tas pagutos. BASICALLY ACTING LIKE HE’S BETTER GANON

(TAS LIKE YOU HAVE TO WALK ON EGGSHELLS W BOTH) ((ofc it’s different for everyone but idk why i feel like this is almost universal BKA AKO LANG HAHAHAHAH))

AHEM

So! Just a deep talk with Gwen about how she deals with bickering/fights with her dad would be a cool conversation!! Especially since it’s only them too

(Doesn’t hav to be specific! You can play around with it ofc!! Loaf u and hav a splendid week <3)

(AY CLARIFY LANG suggestions r different from fanfic reqs right..? I don’t wanna be makulit sa suggestions tas yun pala bawal ehe ^^”)

HI POOOO ooo i love the idea! esp bc i'm always one to rant about my parents when we fight 😭😭😭 loaf u too platonically boo 🫶🫶and also, yes! suggestions would be kind of like an idea, but not really asking for a fic to be made, just an idea you wanna share (at least that's how it's gonna be like on my blog!) PERO OK, I HOPE YOU LIKE THIS !!

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

gwen plopped herself down on the edge of the bed next to you, her expression full of dismay and aggravation. you looked over at her with a semi-fretful gaze. "what happened, gwinny?" you asked her as she sighed and looked into your eyes. "it's my dad, again..." she muttered as she covered her face with her hands, falling back down on your bed as your eyes followed her. you lay down on your side next to her and gently asked her in a whisper if she wants to talk about it. gwen breathed in deeply removed her hands from her face and looked at you from the corner of her eye.

"oh, where to even begin?" she asked aloud to nobody in particular, smiling ever so slightly in an ironic manner as she looked up at your ceiling. she didn't speak for a few moments, until she finally found the strength to open up, even by a tiny bit. she opened up about how her father has been putting a curfew on her, after hearing her sneak back into her room after her nightly patrols. she got mad at him for enforcing that curfew, and he got mad at her for not realizing how all he wants is for her to be safe. "he just wants to feel at ease, like he's not... like he's not failing as a dad." she grumbled out as her eyebrows scrunched up a little as her gaze towards your ceiling morphed into a glare.

"i get how he wants me to be safe, bravo for you dad, but... at least i come home. you leave all the time, what difference does it make if i'm not there at home? what difference does it make when we're both on patrol, we're both concerned about the city and each other, i have your back, it's just... you don't know i'm the one doing the saving, which is good for you." gwen ranted as her voice became softer, as if her inner turmoil had simmered down and hearing her speak her thoughts out was less gratifying than she thought it'd be. gwen breathed in deeply as you moved closer to her, not tearing your eyes away from her one bit.

"i know how you feel, kinda. i sometimes feel like my parents never want me to have any fun, but at the end of the day... they do it for a reason. might not always seem like good reasons, but trust me when i say that among all those reasons," you placed a hand on her shoulder, which caused her to look at you with eyes shimmering with twinkles of shame in them, slight shame that she spoke about her father that way, but they were still gleaming with confusion and frustration, "his love for you as your dad is the biggest reason of all." you finished with a smile as gwen's expression went from agitated to remorseful.

gwen leaned over towards you and pressed her forehead against yours. she gently took your hand in hers and interlocked your fingers together. "thank you... well, i have a lot of explaining to do the minute i get home, then. can't really tell him i've been spider woman for the night again, but i can't really tell him any other made up reason. i just... i want him to stop worrying sometimes." she confessed as you squeezed her hand. you chuckled as you brushed away her hair from her forehead. "he's a dad, he's supposed to worry." you reminded her as you kissed her forehead. "and it's okay." you said as gwen wrapped her arm around your waist and hugged you.

"i guess... sorry i had to dump this all on you when you're supposed to be sleeping." "gwen, never be sorry for letting off some steam. you work so hard to save people you don't even know... and yet you're hesitant about saving yourself. let me save you, at least once for all the times you've saved me." you said as you hugged gwen back. gwen couldn't murmur a 'thank you' anymore as she felt like that wouldn't be enough to do you justice. she held on to you tighter, wishing this moment could last longer. she swore to herself, though, that by tomorrow morning, she'd say sorry to her dad. she'd say sorry and express how she doesn't want to worry him, how she wants nothing more than for him to be at ease, to trust her. and she hopes that one day, she'll be okay with him, they'll be okay with each other; and she has you to thank for helping her realize this.

tags !! @fiannee @luvstarrstruck @maxoloqy

#gwen stacy #gwen stacy x reader #gwen stacy x you #gwen stacy x y/n #gwen stacy fluff #gwen stacy angst #ghost spider #spider woman #spider gwen #atsv #atsv fluff #atsv imagines #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #spiderman across the spiderverse #spiderman across the spiderverse fluff #spiderman across the spiderverse angst #spiderman across the spiderverse x reader

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the-90s-music-colosseum · 3 months

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The 90s Song Ever - Round 1, Side B1

The pain will never end

Everlong vs Only Wanna Be With You California Love vs Fall At Your Feet Glory Box vs Man In The Box Livin' la Vida Loca vs Are You Gonna Go My Way What's Up vs If Only Personal Jesus vs Everybody Hurts The World I Know vs Glycerine Semi-Charmed Life vs You Get What You Give I'm Too Sexy vs Amor Prohibido The Rhythm Of The Night vs Heaven or Las Vegas Heart Shaped Box vs In the Aeroplane over the Sea Everything Must Go vs Insane in the Brain Tornado of Souls vs Rabbit in Your Headlights My Own Summer (Shove It) vs Ice Ice Baby Californication vs Crush On You Clown vs No Scrubs Bitter Sweet Symphony vs Say My Name Waterfalls vs Cowboys from Hell Army of Me vs Tomorrow Adam's Song vs Self Esteem Under The Bridge vs None Of Your Business No More Tears vs Roll The Bones Black Or White vs Pure Morning Stay (I Missed You) vs Lump Girls and Boys vs De Música Ligera Waking Up vs Be Aggressive Can I Kick It? vs You Oughta Know Canned Heat vs Your Woman Cannonball vs Always Be My Baby Painkiller vs Even Flow Goldeneye vs Tubthumping Steal My Sunshine vs I'd Do Anything For Love (But I Won't Do That)

This is the third part of a four-part Round 1; click on these links to see results for the first part and the second part. Feel free to send in unhinged propaganda, start pointless fights and debates, be insane in the tags. It's what we do around here.

Playlist with all the songs (so far)! Join ColosseumCord - we talk about music and other stuff here :) Previous tournaments: #most attractive 90s musician, #90s album battle royale

Other music poll blogs: @the-80s-music-colosseum @the-70s-music-colosseum @60s-musician-tournament @80s-music-tourney @siblings-in-music-bracket @opera-music-tourney @70s-music-tourney @bestalbumsincethe80stournament

My main is @goodmotorfinger if anyone is interested in witnessing me lose my mind over bands/cars/sci-fi on a regular basis!

#the 90s song ever #tournament #tumblr tournament #90s music #90s #polls #masterpost

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saturn-sends-hugs · 1 year

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You ever just get absolutely steam rolled by life cause BOY HOWDY I SURE DO, so anyway—

HI!! I’m back if u noticed I left, but if not, i’m back anyway lol :D

(longer explanation under the cut if u want it?)

I didn’t really plan to just disappear like that but uh life said “Wanna know what it feels like to get run through a paper shredder?” and somehow my very firm no was taken the COMPLETE opposite direction and now I’m here

Basically, as far as fandom stuff goes I’ve been doing my best to keep working. I know where the next chapter of the fic is going, I have the scenes in my head and I just need to get them on the page hhhgshshshsghshssh.

I’ve got a couple one shots that hopefully, HOPEFULLY, I can finish at some point cause I’m really excited about those!!! There’s just a few semi-fluffy things (semi because I’ve been having WAY too many Fives feelings recently) and a very chill batch scene I’ve had in my head since Echo left with Rex (but it actually is fluff!! I promise!! …mostly but Echo is a little shit and i love him so much). Although there’s one that’s definitely… um very, very heavy. Cause writing is a coping mechanism and so is the angst 🫠. (and no @gentle-hero-blog I am absolutely not writing the finale “fix-it” where i just make it woRSE. THEY WOULD HAVE MY HEAD HERO THE ANGST IS BAD ENOUGH ALREADY BSKSHJSHSKSJSK)

I’ve also got some little artworks and headcanon things lined up so basically I’m just trying to start existing on here again 😅

But yeah, I’m back! And I’d say I’m doing better but let’s just say this is a step in the right direction at least :)))

And well if anyone was wondering what was up, short answer is I don’t deal with stress well and that’s just great cause pretty much everything stresses me out

Long answer: School decided to give me, genuinely, ten projects to complete in the next 26 days all for different subjects but it’s FINE cause they’re grouping six of those together and calling them just one project :) Also it’s finals season and my teachers are assuming WAY too much of silly little people pleaser me and also— MATH. Literally just math GOD WHY and I feel like I’m on a rollercoaster hurtling like 300 feet deep in the ocean.

I am disintegrating.

Anyway how was y’all’s May the 4th 🫠🫠

#i don’t even know how long it’s been since i was on here cause i literally suck with time lol #i’ve been getting through this week on minecraft Lizzy McAlpine and spite alone #aaAAAND ALSO FANFICS omg someday I’m making a fanfic recommendations list or two cause WOW i found some good ones #rereading “You’re calling me home’’ as we speak i will never be over that fic omg #entire brain is just blorbo thoughts because of that one #i was literally counting down the days to this sequel and WAAA ITS HERE IM SO EXCITED #saturn sends a really long rant apparently #sorry lol #god pressing the post button is gonna be a struggle for this one i can tell

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sunnyie-eve · 1 year

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3 | Knock It Off

Series: Valentine Addams | Wednesday

Paring: (Xavier Thorpe x OFC Addams! Tyler Galpin x OFC Addams!)

Word Count: 1721

Warnings: Xavier just jealous of Tyler

Last: Therapy | Next: Changing

So far Nevermore hasn't been bad and I was surprised how well I made friends. Well, except for Bianca. We were more like frenemies because we were very competitive against each other. Especially in fencing most of the time we went against each other it came to the tie. Me and Yoko got along pretty quickly being roommates. Enid and I were sometimes alike but in different fonts. Xavier and me were good friends which Bianca didn't like at all. It took awhile for Ajax to stop being nervous around me. Divina and Kent were alright, I wasn't super close to them but I knew Divina more because of Yoko.

Having to join a club I met Eugene and he remained me of Pugsley so I treated him like a brother. There was Rowan, who was basically an outcast of outcast. We had a few conversations but he never stuck around long. Lastly was Tyler. After every therapy session I would go over to the Weathervane to get a Hot Chocolate and talk to Tyler as he worked. Xavier didn't quite like me talk to Tyler telling me what he did to him last year. I understand that it was bad because he put time into his work, but compared to what I do to people... It didn't seem that big of a deal to me.

"Bianca seems a little pissed today. Do you know what happed?" Yoko asks Divina as some of us were going into town today.

"Xavier broke up with her." She looks at Bianca in the front of the bus alone before telling us making Enid gasp next to me.

"Why?" She asks wanting more details for her blog.

"She won't talk about it." Divina tells her and I watch Enid start typing on her phone.

I look in the back to see Xavier looking out the window listening to music alone. When we all get off the bus the girls take off and I wait for Xavier.

Once he sees me he takes out his earbuds, "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks annoyed.

"Wanna get a drink and a snack from the Weathervane? We can talk about whatever." I suggest to him.

"Sure." We head over there.

"The usual and?" Tyler asks Xavier as we walk up so he tells him before we go sit in a booth.

"I'm assuming you heard the news. I know Enid just posted about it on the way here. Is that why you want to talk to me?" Xavier leans back on his side.

"I wanna know how a friend's doing. And if you want to talk about it you can but if you don't it's okay." I do the same.

"We broke up for two reasons." He looks out the window as Tyler brings us our drinks.

"Thank you." I tell him as he leaves. "What are your reasons since you broke up with her." I sit up.

"The main reason is because I had doubts about Bianca and her intentions as a siren. I'm constantly paranoid that she's using her siren song me and we keep getting into fights over it." He sits up looking at his drink.

"But she has her amulet she wears." I tell him.

"I'm still paranoid about it." He sighs.

"Is there another reason?" I ask.

"The second reason is she doesn't like our friendship." He rolls his eyes.

"Like you with me about..." I motion towards Tyler.

"It's different." He eyes Tyler working.

"Stop it." I kick his leg underneath the table, "But why does she have a problem with me with you? I don't treat you any differently than others and you don't treat me differently either." I raise an eyebrow.

"She doesn't think that." He messes with his hands.

"Well she's stupid because I don't like you like that. I don't like anyone for a fact. You have to prove you're worth my time. And it takes a lot to melt my semi ice cold heart." I explain to him not seeing the slight disappoint on his face.

"You don't mind if I draw while we sit here, right?" Xavier pulls stuff out of his bag.

"Do you have an extra book I can draw in while we sit here?" I ask him.

"Here. I haven't used this one. You can keep it." He passes me one and a pencil.

"Thanks, I'm going to use you as my muse." I open up the book.

"Okay." He laughs before we sit in silence sketching each other.

After awhile I take a break to go use the restroom then go to the counter to ask for another drink. "Hey Ty, can I have another and two croissants?" I come around the corner leaning on the counter.

"I had a feeling you would come ask at some point. Sure, I'll bring it after this customer." He gives me a smile that makes me feel happy on inside but never show it, "Thanks." I go join Xavier who was glaring at me. "Knock it off, Thorpe." I huff taking my seat.

"I told you he's bad news." He huffs as well making me turn to look at Tyler for a second to see him making my cup with a slight smile before tuning back around.

"Yes, because the boy with the light-brown curly hair, greenish eyes, and a kindly smile is bad news. Xavier, I know what he did to you but I'm worse. I can handle myself." I roll my eyes.

"For someone who, in fact doesn't like anyone, sure described him like you do." He rolls his eyes drawing.

"You have golden brown shoulder length hair, eyes are a light olive color with brown surrounding the pupil, when you smile you get dimples." I say making him look at me, "I'm just good at describing someone."

"Your hot chocolate with two croissants like you asked. Do you want another drink or anything else?" Tyler sets my stuff down then asks Xavier.

"I'm good." He tells him coldly. Tyler just nods his head leaving the booth. "I don't see how you're friends with him." Xavier goes for one of my croissants so I smack his hand away,

"Because he's nice to me and that's all that matters when it comes to me. And he asked if you wanted anything so don't touch my shit." I explain to him going back to my drawing.

Bianca ends up coming in with Divina and a few of her other siren friends catching sight of Xavier and I. "She looks pissed." I laugh so I give her a smile and a little wave.

"Now you knock it off, Addams." Xavier reaches across the table putting my hand down.

"Why? Let me have some fun." I say eyeing her as she glares at me.

"Why would you want to piss her off more when you're kinda one of the reasons I broke up with her?" He leans on the table refusing to look her way.

"Because I love chaos." I lean on the table as well starring him in the eyes.

"You're terrible." He shakes his head at me.

"Thank you." I give him a smile.

"I'm finished by the way." Xavier shows me his drawing.

"You finally got my nose right." I say before showing him mine.

"Oh my god. It's like a fucking picture. You still haven't show me your work so I'm amazed. You said I'm quite the artist but you are a artist " He takes it from me looking at it more.

"I'm best at people." I take it back as he hands it back over to me. "I'm gonna go pay for our drinks. Then meet you at the bus." We get up and go different directions.

"How much do I owe you? I'm paying for Xavier's too." I walk up to Tyler.

"It's on the house." He walks over to me. "Ty, no. How much, really? I normally wouldn't care if someone told me that but you're a friend and this is your job." I tell him getting serious.

"No, really it's on the house." He smiles making me get all warm again.

"Fine, here's your tip." I put a twenty in the tip jar.

"Valentine." He pulls it out trying to give it back to me.

"Nope, you worked for it. See you tomorrow since I have my session with Kinbott. I gotta bus to catch." I rush out getting on the shuttle.

"How much do I owe you?" Xavier asks as I take a seat next to him.

"Nothing. He said it was on the house for the both of us." I keep it short and Xavier rolls his eyes.

Back at the school walking towards my dorm Bianca show up, "I can't believe he left me for you." She eyes me.

"He didn't but if he did I would say he upgraded. But Xavier is just a friend to me. I don't date. Plus it's quite difficult to melt my semi ice cold heart." I tell her with a straight face.

"An upgrade?" She laughs crossing her arms.

"Yes. Now I think this conversation is over." I walk past her going to my dorm. As soon as I enter the room the crystal ball was going off. "Mother, father." I answer it.

"How are you doing my black widow?" My father asks me.

"Good. Just got back from the town with some friends." I tell him.

"I'm still so proud of you making friends at Nevermore." My mother gets a big smile.

"I'm quite impressed with myself actually." I tell them.

"Enid, I told you no." Yoko huffs as she walks into the room with her following her.

"Val, did Xavier tell you why he broke up with Bianca?" She rushes over to me.

"Mother, Father, I'll call you back tomorrow."

"Okay, dear." They end the call.

"Spill the tea." Enid shakes me, "And don't tell me he didn't because if he was to tell anyone it would be you." She glares at me.

"I'm not telling you, Enid. It's not going on your blog. I keep other's secrets to myself." I tell her making her pout. "It's not going to work on me." I look at her with no emotions.

"Fine..." She huffs crossing her arms.

#wednsday addams #wednesday #xavier thrope fanfic #xavier thrope #tyler galpin #tyler galpin fanfic #xavier thrope imagine #tyler galpin imagine #enid sinclair #bianca barclay #ajax petropolus #yoko tanaka #eugene ottinger #divina wednesday #kent wednesday

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