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corpsentry · 6 months
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have you played the newest loz game?? your fics for the series are my favourite ever
so here's the deal. i bought totk the day it released. i got it. i started playing it but then we went on our long awaited planned it for 3 years 1 week vacation and less then 48 hours after i'd returned from that BAM, i was in australia. and what was there to do now? we played taiko, dog, so much taiko, we lived together, 3 college kids in an apartment with a balcony with a view of the city skyline. it was the craziest thing i'd ever done. i loved and cried and fought and learned and grew and got so mf good at taiko and learned that there was still more to do and cooked and cut onions and ate obscene amounts of yogurt and then when it was over it was already august and we were standing at the airport sobbing into each other's shirts not wanting to let go but eventually we did we got on our planes home and then, only then, did i find the space in my heart and schedule and hands to play totk. three weeks later, i was in america
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the real problem at the heart of this affair is that i still haven't found my motherfucking glider. where the fuck is it. i've combed the map north to south east to west i've found every goddamn character in the game but purah. purah you selfish selfish lady. where are you? where are you??????
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and so it was that they would not finish totk not for another several months not for possibly years. which is not to say that i don't want to, i miss writing fanfiction, i missed the drama and the scope of our ambitions and the burning need to write write write but i was also madly depressed and anxious and not doing well and that's where the writing came from, yknow dog? it existed because there was nothing else i could do. it saved my life. and now i am no longer in need of saving, now i've saved myself, i've been searching for years and years for the place where i can have my friends and lovers and stories and also have this. i still haven't found it. but i'll let you know when i do
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fangedtracks · 1 year
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24 days!
#em#chatter#im thinking about em again. i mean when am i not they're always on my mind#god they make me so fucking happy#ive been having such a shitty past few weeks but talking to them has helped#it feels. incredibly magical to have a love as strong as ours#they called me a good boyfriend today and they just. get me yknow?#in ways no one has ever. in ways i didnt even expect! in ways that feel full of love#i love how we've become entangled in one another. it really feels like there's no true me without them and vice versa yknow?#like yeah yeah yeah im my own person. kickass grad student whos queer as fuck and hot and theyre their own person.#fucking amazing scientist beautifully radiant individual whos so kind and gentle and fuckn CUTE ((they sent me a selfie this morning#and i was like HEY GIVE A GUY A WARNING OKAY!!! I NEED MY BRAIN FOR SCHOOL! CANT BE TAKING MY BREATH AWAY LIKE THAT#AND RENDERING ME SPEECHLESS!! theyre sooooo cute. i see them and im like ohmygod youre so fucking... youre so pretty youre so cute youre so#hot youre literally every word that is escaping my mind right now and i have never seen something as breathtaking as them))#ANYWAY!!! it still feels like half of me is missing when they're not with me yknow? and its true#half of me IS missing... they are !! they're my other half they're my beloved they're my lavender they're my fucking bestie#it really sucks being this far from them and not having them in my life in person but soon! soon.#theyll be in the same city as me again and we'll go for drives and we'll go grocery shopping together#and get weird looks because we just. get so GOOFY together#godddd i love when we would try to forage for fucking food in [redacted] at like 10 pm but eVERYTHING CLOSES SO EARLY#like that time we went to taco bell and they only took cash so we had to pivot#god i just miss that shit!!!! i miss that with them !!! i miss laughing and being happy and having no worries and feeling. GOOD#i love that i can just look at them and they KNOW what i'm thinking like i dont even have to SAY anything and they KNOW#and how genuine they know me? god. they send me reeses and hi-chews in care packages and its the ONLY time i have them bc i dont usually#buy shit for myself like that PLUS it feels like an extra special treat when i get them from them.#also the way they have helped me love myself? like fuck.#if they're capable of loving me so deeply and truly. maybe i can too yknow?#ill do things that i wouldnt have done before knowing them (like admitting i DO know things and celebrating my 48% on an exam and eating#ice cream because its going to make me happy even though theres still remnants telling me to not)#like.... they really have changed my life for the better
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4giorno · 1 year
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yeah no wtf. valk rlly came to save music AGAIN
#somehow they do it everytime they cant keep getting away with thisssssss#are there tears in my eyes or is it just bc i didnt sleep last night HDJFHDHFJF HELP I LOVE THEM SM#oh my god did you hear some of shus notes there???#also im so emotional abt how much this mv and costumis is MIKAS STYLE#like the neon colors the shine the plushies the visuals that i cant think how else to describe as except electronic#and ESP THE CLOTHES like the neon colors on true black but still having the formal look#and the ruffle and the gears AND the patterns having both ornate and geometrical styles#like its sounds like a mess but it all looks so good together like i feel like this is their perfect harmony#and i obv cant read the story for another 2 years but just looking at this i feel like. in the story theyre#gonna be in such a good place in their relationship. like just looking at the outfits this is what comes to mind#and if thats so i really love that its been getting so slowly but steadily better it feels so natural and right#like.... 2 years!!!! seems so long but it feels so strong because of that#omg yeah maybe im completely wrong but this is just what these outfits look like to me#im excited to find out what the story is. aaghhh i cant believe i now need to save dia for 3 full uncap event cards 😭#oh and also they look so fucking pretty hdjfjdjdjf 💖 also the song is so good but who tf was ever in doubt#okay i love them go stream whatever the song is its in japanese so idk bye <3#WAIT EDIT i forgot to say another point why i think this is such a big positive leap in their relationship#is bc yknow we always say oh they never hold hands in their mvs or anything similar#and even being separated by glass in acanthe and shu is reaching for mika so emotionally#but now in this mv they reached out their hands to eachother so that there was barely a millimeter of air#maybe their fingertips even touched idk i have to rewatch to see#but i think its SO significant that after all their reaching their hands are now so close to being able to finally touch
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rafeandonlyrafe · 4 months
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imagination part three
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part one part two
words: 1.6k
warning: 18+ only! smut, groping, semi public dirty talk??, male receiving handjob, mentions of male receiving oral mentions of losing virginity
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“what is it darling?” rafe asks, waving his hand in front of your face to break your trance.
“nothing.” you shake your head, moving closer to rafe so you can lean your head against his shoulder.
“nothing?” rafe questions, placing his hand on your waist. “you're not thinking about my cock right now?”
“rafe, oh my god there are people around!” you whisper shout, eyes darting to the other people sitting near you at the party. they're involved in their own conversations, but that doesn't mean someone isn't eavesdropping on you and rafe.
“aww, you don't want anyone else to know how much of a slut you are for my dick?” rafe says, but at least he lowers his volume this time to not get picked up by anyone else, especially not over the music pumping from the speakers.
“i have sucked you off one time, i wouldn't call that being a slut.” you cross your arms over your chest. truth is, you wish you could be a slut for him, but ever since rafe fucked your face, he has absolutely refused to fuck you, always claiming that he wanted to give you more time to think about losing your virginity.
“and you've thought about doing it again every day, haven't you baby?” rafe presses a kiss to the top of your head. “my little cutie. my little slut.”
“stoooop.” you whine, shifting how you're sitting so your legs are pressed tighter together.
“what? you don't like me talking dirty to you? so you wouldn't like it if i got my cock out right now and shoved your face down on it?” rafe smirks at your reaction, suddenly squirming in your seat.
“im gonna get up and leave.” you threaten, but it's an empty threat and rafe knows it.
“im sorry, baby.” rafe says. “ill stop teasing you. besides, can't have your pretty cunt leaking all over toppers couch.”
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“is that a new bikini?” rafe asks as you step onto his yacht.
“no, i just haven't worn it in a while.” you shrug. you were feeling the purple vibes lately, so decided to go with a lilac swimsuit for your day on the water with rafe.
“you look so sexy, darling.” rafe says, cupping your breast. you gasp, eyes darting around to the other ships in the marina.
“no one is looking.” rafe says before dropping his head to your neck, pressing kisses onto your skin as he continues to toy with your chest. you tilt your head back in a moan, arching your back slightly.
“can’t wait until i can get my mouth on your cute nipples.” rafe says, giving your nipple a pinch over the fabric of your bikini, making you cry out.
“now, rafey, please.” you beg, trying to move his head towards your chest, but he’s too strong and easily evades you. 
“nope.” he saunters away, leaving you standing on the deck of the yacht as he heads to navigate you out of the marina, imagining him taking you right there.
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“dance with me?” rafe asks, and you quickly nod, getting bored of just sitting around. it was fun at first watching rafe and topper interact, which was mostly rafe making fun of topper, but then topper got pulled away by kelce.
you accept rafes hand up, leading you towards the makeshift dance floor, a congregation of people that easily move away to give rafe space. he is far too intimidating to crowd around.
you move to the beat, slowly building up your dancing as rafe places his hands on your hips. you giggle at his attention being solely on looking down your dress, at the cleavage spilling out the top.
“like what you see?” you ask.
“you know it, baby. gonna fuck your tits one day, cum all over them.”
you let out a groan, partly from being turned on by his words and partly from knowing he isn’t going to do anything yet. you turn in his hold, pressing your back against rafes chest as a new song comes on, and you don’t hold back, not caring who sees as you grind your bum back against his crotch.
“you trying to make me hard, y/n?” rafe questions, speaking directly into your ear so you can hear as the music gets turned up.
you don’t need to question that it’s working, you can feel him hardening against your ass, but instead of taking you upstairs like you hope, when the song ends, rafe kisses your cheek and tells you he’s going to the bar to get you more drinks.
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“i’m gonna go take a shower, baby.” you tell rafe, pressing a kiss to the top of his head as you move through the living room.
rafe is quick to get off the couch and follow you up the stairs, “i’ll join you.”
you stop dead in the tracks, halfway across the landing. “really?”
“yeah.” rafe nods. “as long as you control yourself.” 
“you don’t want me to suck you off again?” you ask, batting your eyes as you begin moving again, now wanting to get into the shower as quickly as possible.
“maybe i’ll let you stroke me.” rafe shrugs as you head into the bathroom, closing and locking the door behind the two of you. 
your hands begin to move to undress, but rafe stops you with a hand around your wrist. “let me do it for you.” 
you nod, but wish you would have pushed back more when you realize how slow rafe is moving, toying with the hem of your dress before pulling it up inch by inch, slowly revealing more skin. your panties are the first thing on display, and then the smooth expanse of your stomach, and then finally you raise your arms so rafe can expose your bra and pull the dress over your head.
rafes hands work skillfully behind your back at taking off your bra, letting it fall to the floor as his hands move to cup your tits like he did before on the boat, this time with nothing in the way. you let out a moan as his thumbs swipe over your nipples until they are hard peaks. 
rafe smirks, satisfied, and then glides his hands down your sides until he lands on your hips. his slides a finger underneath the band of your underwear, pulling it back and then letting it go, making you wince when it snaps back against your skin.
“hey!” you complain, but rafe ignores you, pulling your underwear down your legs and letting them drop to the floor. his eyes make contact with your core for a second before he looks back up to your eyes.
“go turn the shower on.” he says, pulling his shirt off. “let the water warm up.”
“mkay.” you say, moving to turn the water on. you turn once it’s done, watching rafe as he undresses until you’re both standing there naked. 
“you’re so gorgeous.” rafe moves closer, placing his hand on your waist, his cock already half hard. he bends down and gives you a kiss. you press yourself closer, deepening the kiss as your hands come to rafes neck.
“please, rafey, i want you.” you whimper.
“get in the shower.” rafe backs you up until you step into the shower, underneath the water. you shiver despite the water being warm.
rafe begins his normal shower routine, squirting some shampoo onto his hand before rubbing it into his head. you frown and begin to clean yourself as well, when rafe stops you, massaging the shampoo into your scalp for you.
“that feels so good.” you hum, loving when rafes plays with your hair.
rafe smiles, pressing a kiss to your shoulder before continuing. after you both rinse your heads, he applies your conditioner for you, working it through your curls with his fingers.
“here you go baby.” rafe hands you a soaped up loofah, and you realize that now he’s giving you permission to clean him. you turn and lather his arms before moving over his chest and abs. 
when you get lower, you drop the loofah onto the shower floor and take his cock in your hand, already fully hard just from being around you naked. “now this part of you is very dirty.” you purr, stroking your hand over his length.
“fuck.” rafe curses, pushing his hips forward into your hand. “you little minx.”
“maybe i wouldn’t be so desperate if you just finally fucked me.” you pout, moving your hand faster.
“rinse your fucking hair then.” rafe says, making you pause and look away from his cock to his face. 
“what?”
“rinse the conditioner out of your hair so i can fuck you on the bed. i’m not taking your virginity in the shower.” 
“you’re actually going to?” you ask, a smile coming to your face, excited for the months of teasing to come to an end.
“yes if you stop stroking me before i bust.” rafe groans, causing you to giggle and let go of his cock, not even realizing that you were still stroking it.
you quickly move back under the spray of the shower, rinsing your hair clean. rafe rinses himself quickly too, his cock red and pulsing with need as you hop out of the shower, quickly towling yourself dry.
rafe scoops you up in his arms, not even caring about dripping water all over the floor as he heads into the bedroom, practically throwing you down onto the bed before crawling on top of you.
“remember what i told you that first night?” rafe whispers in your ear. “i am going to destroy your pussy.”
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osachiyo · 29 days
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𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 & 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 — fem!reader, cunnilingus, teasing, degradation, mean!veritas, pussy slapping, prone bone, unprotected sex, he puts u in a headlock etc • my first time writing for this man ! i hope i did him justice :3 happy reading and i hope you enjoy !! minors dni & NOT PROOFREAD
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VERITAS'S eyes raked over your entire frame, his mouth working wonders on your cunt, while you practically gushed on his tongue — "did i tell you to stop?" he raised an eyebrow, flicking your clit with his tongue as if to punctuate his words.
"n-no but—" "but?" his tone was harsh, causing you to flinch from the venom in his voice. "but it's hard to focus w-while you're shoving your tongue down my pussy, duh."
veritas only chuckled, pulling his mouth away from your aching cunt — strings of your arousal and his saliva connecting his pink lips to your pussy. "wha—" smack!
a harsh slap landed on your clit, making you yelp and jolt at the sting. "you're talking just fine, but you can't read a simple paragraph from the book? are you a brat or just simply stupid?" he hissed, pretty eyes narrowing down to slits — lips pressed into a frown.
"i —" you cried out when another smack landed on your cunt, thighs desperately trying to close but his hands easily pried them apart. "you think you're so cheeky, hm? running that smart mouth to get on my nerves on purpose? whatever do i do with you..." he sighed, running the knuckles of his fingers over your puffy folds as if to soothe it from the stinging burn.
a desperate whine left your lips when veritas parted your folds, licking a long stripe up before circling his tongue on your clit, big hands pinching and feeling up the soft skin of your thighs. "keep reading."
"…a-and gibraltar as a girl where i was a flower of — nggh —!" your head rolled back with a breathless moan when he started tongue-fucking you, while his thumb drew figure eights on your puffy clit. "go on," you could practically hear the smirk in his voice, his attention solely on you. the way you quiver so adorably while moaning his name — struggling so hard to let out coherent sentences.. it made his cock twitch and strain painfully against his pants.
"please," you begged, the tears in your glossy eyes finally threatening to spill and fuck — it shouldn't have made him harder than he already was. "i - i can't anymore, veritas," you hiccuped, the man's heart fluttering at the way his name rolled off your tongue so beautifully.
"..fine," strong arms flipped you over with ease — making you drop the book with a surprised yelp, now positioned on your tummy. you tried to look back but a hand pushed your head down, warm breath hitting the shell of your ear,
"— but brace yourself, because im not gonna go easy, slut."
that was all he said before pushing himself into your warm, welcoming walls — pelvis resting on your ass. "f-fuck, still so tight," veritas groaned, his free hand foundling the fat of your ass before landing a swift smack on it, making your clench even more around him. "ve - veritas —" you gasped when he wrapped an arm around your throat, effectively putting you in a headlock as his thrusts finally found their rhythm — rough and calculated.
it wasn't long before you could feel yourself getting lost in the hazy fog of pleasure — eyes threatening to roll back as his cock hits that one rough patch inside of you with strong but calculated thrusts, along with the mean, degrading words he whispered into your ear — you came embarrassingly fast.
"y-yes yes yes — ! right there oh god —!" you couldn't help but bite down on his forearm as you made a mess on his cock, some of your slick running down his shaft to his balls — even soaking his thighs in the process.
"god, such a messy fucking girl, aren't you?" he spat — thrusts becoming more powerful and his voice becoming higher in pitch — indicating that he too, was close to his release.
and it didn't take long for him to cum — hips pressing against your ass, while spurts of his seed coated your gooey walls, his face buried in your neck as he gives you everything he had to offer.
he slowly lifted his head after a few minutes of inhaling your intoxicating scent, voice raspy and deep —
"you still have to read the book, you do know that right?"
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yunhoszn · 1 month
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PAIRING choi san x f!reader
WORD COUNT 3.37k
GENRES kinda fluff ig﹒smut
WARNINGS 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT, mature language, friends to lovers, reader is lowkey down horrendous, but san is too i guess, um tbh this is just porn with minimal plot… 😭, reader gets jealous, Tension, i can’t think of anything else for the tame aspect so, making out, exhibitionism, soft dom!san, marking-ish, scratching, vaginal fingering, multiple orgasms, they’re like kinda clumsy in the way that everything is a fucking joke to them, actually a lot of kissing, san’s a sweet talker, public sex, shower sex, unprotected sex (pls be safe), creampie, cutesy ending
SUMMARY it’s annoying that your gym partner constantly gets flirted with right in front of you, especially when you have a crush on said gym partner. good thing your gym partner has a crush on you, too.
MORE HELLO oh my god okay, this is my first written fic on this blog and im actually so nervous posting it… but fuck it! we ball! this wasn’t originally the first fic i was gonna post but,,, the other one is still marinating in the drafts so you get mr. choi san instead <3 ALSO THANK U SM FOR 100 FOLLOWERS HELLO. my blog is 2 weeks old that’s insanity 🤕 big thank u to the loml @kimsohn for betaing for me ilysm maya <<3 pls reblog if u enjoyed and pls moot me :( i need more atiny friends 💔
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“Wow, San, you’re so strong,”
You scoff to yourself as you watch the trio of girls surround him, dainty fingers touching anywhere they can. He laughs sheepishly, shifting his seat on the weight bench. You think it’s funny, really, the fact that he was eating up their attention and acting like he was so shy about it. He was supposed to be your gym partner. 
With a small grunt, you take the dumbbells in front of you and focus on your form in the mirror. You make attempt after attempt to ignore the commotion behind you, but ultimately fail. How could you not stare with all the obnoxious giggling? Even as you lunge, eyes zeroed in on the perfect 90° angle your legs make, you can still make out the group’s reflection in the mirror. 
Every drag of a manicured nail along his bicep, each twirl of hair, it was pissing you off. You had no real right to be mad, though. It’s not like San was your boyfriend or anything. You were just friends, and he’d volunteered to help you out when you mentioned struggling at the gym. What started as him spotting you when needed and giving tips to help improve your workouts, turned into waiting around for him to stop flirting with the girls who flocked over to him. 
Maybe you were being a bit dramatic. It’s not like this happened every time you came to the gym, but it was enough to be irritating. There was also a very high probability that it ticked you off so much because you had a crush on San yourself. Your infatuation was less superficial, however. Yes, he was an attractive man, that was one fact that couldn’t be refuted, but there was more to him than his big muscles and handsome face.
You’d known San since you met in your first year Anthropology course. This was way before he started hitting the gym and building his physique. He used to be this thin, pretty boy. Girls thought he was cute, but that was about it. No one was jumping at the chance to ask him out, or giggling at his every word. No one except for you.
He was not only cute, but he was sweet and funny and just about every good quality you could think of. You didn’t want to be one of those people who thought you were special because you knew him before his insane bodily transformation, though in a way you were. San was your good friend above anything else, and you had a fear instilled in you that that’s all he would ever be. The idea made your stomach churn.
”Do you think you could bench me?”
A sigh pushes past your lips when you see one of the girls get a little closer to him. You’re over working out at this point, ready to just call it a day and go home. What were you doing here if your partner was going to ignore you the entire time? You set the dumbbells back on their respective rack, grabbing your phone and water bottle while simultaneously turning up the volume on your headphones to drown out everything around you. 
You don’t bother telling San that you’re leaving, making your way into the changing rooms to grab the rest of your things from your locker. The frown etched onto your face as you do so serves as a reminder that he would never see you in that way. Perhaps you were perpetually stuck as the girl space friend. With a giant emphasis on the space. 
There’s a gentle grasp around your wrist, making you jump in surprise. You turn around with wide eyes, pushing your headphones off your ears. San stares back at you with an unreadable expression, lips slightly pursed.
”God, San, you almost gave me a heart attack,” you hold a hand to your chest, heaving up and down a little.
”I tried calling your name, but you didn’t hear me,” he shrugs, releasing your arm and shoving his hands into the pockets of his athletic shorts. “Why didn’t you tell me you were ready to leave?”
”You looked busy.” Really, you wanted to hide the jealousy and bitterness from your tone, but ultimately failed, even throwing in an unintentional scrunch of your nose. It feels like your heart dropped to your stomach, resembling a prey caught by its predator when you realize the connotation behind your words.
San smiles at you, a smug grin that’s so out of character for him, you’re a little nervous now. He takes a step forward and you back up until you reach the lockers, one of his hands coming up to rest on the surface near your head. A small chuckle breaches the sound barrier, his eyes drinking in your figure like he might never get the opportunity to do it again. “Y/N… are you jealous?”
Instinctively, you shake your head. What he doesn’t know can’t kill him. But then he’s raising an eyebrow in question and you feel like a puppy with its tail between its legs. You blink up at him, nails digging into your palms to keep your composure. “Should I be?”
His tongue darts out to wet his lips, that same cocky smirk on his features. He knows what he’s doing, you think to yourself. He has you cornered and he’s using it to his advantage. The hand that isn’t holding his weight comes up to your face, fingers gliding along your jaw with a feather light touch. “No, I don’t think so. The only girl who’s attention I really care about is right where I want her.”
Your breathing stutters, halting in your throat and momentarily winding you. Choi San might very well be the death of you. Especially with that darkened look in his eyes, the chocolate brown color now resembling the night sky. His thumb swipes across your lower lip, letting it resume its original place. “What do— what do you mean by that?”
He was giving you a bone, a hint that he could potentially feel the same as you, but you wanted to hear him say it. You wanted the words to leave his mouth and verbally confirm that for you. Want wasn’t even good enough. You needed it. 
“There’s no way you don’t know,” San says, voice hushed. “No way that you don’t know how badly I’ve wanted you since first year.”
Something similar to a choked groan departs from you, your pulse racing in your ears, thumping beneath your chest. You’re too stunned to move, frozen in your spot in case this is all some fucked up dream. It doesn’t even occur to you that someone could walk in, doesn’t even cross your mind that you’re in too public of a setting for this conversation or where it could go. 
“I don’t— I didn’t…” Your eyes attempt to stay on his, but keep flickering down to his mouth. 
“It was so hard for me to play nice guy for so long,” he whispers, a pout adorning his expression. “And today? I couldn’t even stare at you shamelessly because of those damn girls. It’s so fucking annoying when they bother me while I’m trying to flirt with you. But since I’m Nice Guy San, I can’t be rude.”
“You flirt with me?” You snort, your shell shock wearing off and a goofy smile worming its way onto your face. He laughs along with you, tilting away to hide the warmth blooming on his cheeks. The tension is still present, but it’s a lot more bearable.
”I guess I’m not very good at it if you couldn’t even tell,” he glances down at his feet, the confident San from before long gone and now replaced by a bashful version. “Am I going crazy, or is this gonna go somewhere? I don’t want to misread anything and ruin what we already have. The ball is entirely in your court.”
It’s your turn to be shy, shrinking in on yourself slightly. Acknowledging that you had feelings for San was a separate can of worms. There was a big difference between him confessing to you and vice versa. You know if given the stage, you’d just start blabbering on and on about how you feel for him, and that would just be embarrassing for both of you. So instead you say, “Can I show you?”
When he nods, your fingers raise to his jaw, cupping it gently as you lean up. Your lips brush his softly, barely grazing them. His eyes flutter shut, a shiver running down his spine simply from your kiss. A pleasant buzz courses through your veins from your lips to the tips of your fingers. You’ve wanted this forever, you don’t think you could ever go back.
You pull back and San fists the fabric of your t-shirt on your waist, eyes still closed as he chases your mouth. “Fuck, Y/N, can I kiss you again?”
“Please,” you whine, enveloping your lips with his as soon as you get the green light. This time is desperate, noses bumping each other. You’re going lightheaded and dizzy, already intoxicated by him. Your back presses into the lockers behind you, arching into his chest for more. 
He deepens the kiss and it’s almost too much. You’re overwhelmed by the emotions taking control of you, not at all prepared for what would come with actually being with San. It had always been a distant fantasy, something that felt so completely out of reach that you didn’t dare let yourself indulge in the notion for too long. The way his lips lock with yours, fluidly and synchronously like missing pieces of a puzzle, you think you can die happily. 
“As hot as it would be to fuck you right here, I’d rather not get kicked out of this gym,” he chuckles breathlessly. “And since we’re both sweaty from working out, I think we could use a shower. Don’t you?”
You leave a kiss on the corner of his mouth, nodding frantically at his suggestion. Though you imagined your first time with San being in a bed, slow and sensual, you’d be so stupid to complain about this. Fucking in one of the gym showers, where anyone could hear you? Go big or go home. 
He scopes the area to ensure the coast is clear before hauling you into one of the stalls, dragging the curtain shut. You kiss roughly between removing articles of clothing, San turning on the water while his lips make quick work of your neck. Goosebumps form on your skin when the cool water hits it, your fingers combing through his wet hair as he sucks harsh marks into your collarbone and sternum. 
“You’re so gorgeous, babe,” he mutters into your skin, nipping lightly at the tops of your tits. One of his hands travels south, sliding through your folds with ease. He rubs tight circles into your clit, prodding at your entrance with his ring finger. “I need you to cum for me once before I fuck you for real, okay?”
“Mhm,” you moan quietly, hiking one of your legs around his waist. His finger pushes inside you to the knuckle and then curls. Your eyes all but roll to the back of your head, back arching off of the tiled wall. “Feels so good, San…”
“Yeah?” He smiles against your skin, trailing pecks up your neck and along your jawline. You whimper in his ear, cunt sucking in his finger greedily. He adds a second, the middle one, and applies pressure to your clit with the heel of his palm. The sight of you falling apart by his hand alone is sending blood rushing to his brain. 
Your body feels hot to the touch, risking a downwards glance at where his fingers disappear into your pussy. It forces another whine out of you, your head tossing back. You tug at the strands of hair that stick to the nape of his neck, steeling yourself the only way you can in this position. San just seemed to know you, to know exactly what you needed without you having to tell him. Either he was really good at guessing, or everything he did seemed to be perfect, because you’ve never climbed to the summit this quickly before. 
There’s a knot in the pit of your stomach that weaves itself tighter and tighter with each curl of his digits and each swirl of his thumb on your clit. You think you could cry from how attentive he was, from how determined he was to provide you pleasure. Your cunt contracts around his fingers, and he can sense the precipice of your orgasm, speeding up his pace. 
You squirm around in his hold, allowing him to spread apart your thighs so he can brush the pads of the digits buried inside of you up against that spongy sweet spot. You’re trembling now, nearing the edge of that familiar cliff. “San, baby, I’m— god— I’m so close,”
“Let go for me, my love.” He coos into the corner of your mouth, hushing your moans. He doesn’t slow his assault, inching you further and further towards your release like it was his own personal mission. That knot in your belly begins to unravel until it slips through your grasp completely, your orgasm rocking into you like a tidal wave. 
San aids you as you ride out your high, already spent before he’s even gotten the chance to be inside of you. He kisses you tenderly, pulling out his fingers with caution since you were still so sensitive. Your nails claw down his front, scratching his abdomen with a purpose. He shudders beneath you, lips curling up into another soft smile. 
“What?” You ask with a giggle, mirroring his expression when he wipes water from your face. 
“Nothing,” he shakes his head, grin unwavering. “You just look really pretty like this.”
“If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to get into my pants, Choi San.” You tease, yanking him down for a saccharine kiss. He reciprocates without hesitation, drawing his palm on your thigh so he can wrap it around his waist again. 
“Me? Never…” He laughs along your mouth. “Is it working, though?”
You roll your eyes playfully, reconnecting your lips. “Are you gonna fuck me for real now?”
“What kinda question is that?” He glides the tip of his cock between your folds, shutting you up instantaneously. He’s heavy where he sits, slipping the shaft through your lower lips. “I’m gonna fuck you so good, you forget where you are, baby.”
Before you can even let out another sound of appreciation, he’s stretching you out, cock thrusting up into your pussy without warning. You jump up a bit to hook your other leg around his hips so he’s supporting your whole weight. The new angle makes it easier for him to delve deeper in your cunt, his dick accessing places you’d never knew existed. 
After he’s sure you’ve adjusted to his length, he starts to move, pistoning in and out of you much more forcefully than he did with his fingers. Your lips part for a voluminous moan, but then you hear a group of loud girls entering the shower area and San slaps a hand over your mouth. He makes no effort to stop, fucking into you without a single care for the people on the other side of the shower curtain. 
“Did any of you see where San went? He disappeared so fast.” 
You recognize the voice as belonging to one of the girls who was openly flirting with San while you were working out. Not even needing to see her, you can picture the exaggerated pout on her face based on her tone alone. 
“He probably followed after that stupid bitch he’s always with.”
Your half lidded eyes meet San’s but he still pays no mind to them, digging his nails into your plush thighs. He pulls all the way out, just to slam his cock all the way back in. His pace leisures, but his power doesn’t, abusing your cunt with every snap of his hips. 
“I think I’m gonna ask him out next time I see him. I have to stake my claim before someone else does.”
He holds back a laugh, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. You drown out their conversation after that, too focused on the feeling of his cock dragging against your walls so deliciously to even worry about those idiot girls. Little did they know he was closer than they thought…
Thankfully, they leave not much longer after that, and he uncovers your mouth. You gasp for air, panting feverishly when he picks up his speed again. Your bottom lip quivers with a whine, too fucked out to conjugate words that make sense. 
“You’re taking me so well, baby. Taking me like a fucking princess,” San praises. He groans, water droplets slipping along the valleys of his sculpted chest and abdomen. It drips with every roll of his hips and every thrust of his cock into your pussy. This was what he had been building up to, what he’d been dreaming of for years. “Who’s fucking you like this?”
“Mmm,” you moan, supping him in deeper, further, as cavernous as humanly possible. “You, San— fuck— y-you are.”
You arch your back, sneaking a hand in the middle of the two of you and pressing the pads of your fingers harshly on your clit when you do so. San holds you closer to him so your pelvic bones nearly clash each time he punches into you. The change in depth that he fucks you has your cunt squelching, any semblance of coherent thought escaping you. 
Your vision goes blank, stars decorating the backs of your eyelids as your second orgasm blindsides you. Not a sound leaves you after it knocks into you, cumming with so much force you think you might pass out in San’s arms. When you’ve finished, you let out a guttural groan, walls fluttering around his cock. 
“Gonna cum— shit— where do—“ you interrupt him with a whimper. 
“Cum inside of me,” your begging tone has him spilling into you practically on command. He fills you up perfectly, a moan from deep within him reaching your ears. You both stay like that for a moment, skin sticking to the other’s due to the thin sheen of sweat coupled with the steam of the shower coating your bodies. 
You can feel the rise and fall of his chest when he breathes, one of your hands coming up to caress his back gently. He pulls out with a wince, palms resting on either side of you as he recuperates. He breathes through his nostrils, forehead glued to your shoulder. His hands rub up and down your sides soothingly. 
“It’s safe to assume you’re gonna turn that girl down when she asks you out, right?” You ask suddenly, attempting to diffuse whatever’s in the air between you now. San laughs into your shoulder. 
“Y/N, I’m turning down any girl who asks me out from now on,” he stands upright, biting his lip before kissing you gently. “I don’t think my girlfriend would appreciate that very much.”
You raise an eyebrow at him. “Girlfriend?”
“Am I being too overzealous?” His nose scrunches up. 
“You’re being the right amount of zealous, I think,” you brush away a strand of wet hair that falls into his eyes. “But I think your ‘girlfriend’ would like it if you actually asked her to be your girlfriend.”
Choi San is the prettiest man you’ve ever set your sights on, but somehow, he looks even prettier smiling down at you after having sex with you in a gym shower. It’s a feat that should be considered illegal, and you should receive restitution for the distress it’s caused on your heart. 
“Will you be my girlfriend, Y/N?”
And well, maybe you’d deal with that later. It was kind of difficult to ignore that sparkle in his eyes, especially when it was directed at you. You nod without a second thought. 
“I would love nothing more.”
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thinking about thigh riding…
— been wanting to write this for a while and im on my period so needed to write this. also, I couldn’t decide which one of my bf’s to write for, so used ~him~ (check tags for characters)
✧.┊ MASTERLIST
18+ fem!reader, mdni
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imagine the way he looks up at you, neck craned back with a soft smirk on his face. his low-hanging lids concentrating on your agape mouth, intensely studying the pleasure build on your face. him watching your brows knit and eyes flutter, watching the way shudder-like breaths slip past your puffed lips.
imagine his large masculine hands on your waist, holding and guiding your movements. encouraging you as you grind your naked self over his bare thigh.
imagine him focusing on your hard nipples, watching the tempting view as they move in a sway-like motion inches away from his face. how his top teeth would clamp on his bottom lip, physically restraining himself with flared nostrils, breathing heavily.
imagine the strained noises he'd make as he watches you, how he'd struggle to contain himself. how he wishes he could be inside of you right now, but he can't. not yet. all he can do is watch. watch you use him to get yourself off.
imagine his hands trailing over you, his fingers dragging along your warm skin, spread wide over your bare back to feel more of you.
imagine him caving in. how he'd harshly exhale before finally taking your perk nipple in his mouth. how he'd hungrily suck on them, kiss and caress them. how his big, manly hands would cup your perfect tits, how they'd fit so nicely in his palm. how he'd be so desperately delicate with them, rolling and kneading them with his eyes glued on your lips.
imagine him trailing open-mouth kisses from your tits and along your chest, all up the length of your neck. how he'd suckle and nibble on your throat, mumble sweet nothings against your heated skin.
imagine his low, gravelly voice as he praises you. how he whispers, "thatagirl, god— you look so pretty," as he leans further back in the chair, watching more of you. the gentle smirk on his face as his eyes dart over you. how you'd capture his full undivided attention, watching you in pure focus.
imagine his strong hands trailing back down to your waist, guiding you as you reach your everlonging high.
imagine the way he continues to praise you, how he can't help but compliment and encourage his pretty, perfect girl as she lets go. he'd whisper reassurances as you cum, saying, "that's it, honey. that's it— let go. go on, princess, keep going."
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** uhm, ignore all the looking and watching stuff for the matt tag. I couldn’t leave our bbg out, so had to tag him 😭
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l1tw1ck · 7 months
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Please write more of the toy. PLEASE -🥚
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Toy (2)
dom!bottom!ftm oc x sub!top!masc reader
wellll since you asked sooo nicely and im in the mood to write some sexy dominating men,,, | AFAB Language Used
CW: Non-Con, Dark Content
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Debt Free
CW: Non-Con, Pet Play (Sort of) (puppy pet name, mention of collar and leash)
You were given the opportunity to clear your debt by dating your goddamned debt collector. He fell for you and basically ruined your life, he made you fall deeper and deeper into debt just so he could make you desperate enough to accept his offer. Now you're in his bedroom, wearing a studded collar and a leash. He likes treating you like an obedient dog and making you do things for him knowing you're not allowed to deny him. He could kill you if he wanted to.
He sits comfortably on your face, treating it like a special throne. He arches his back, shivering as he feels your tongue exploring his soft walls. "Mm...just like that, puppy~" He moans. "You've gotten better- uh~!" He gasps as your tongue finds his g-spot. He throws his head back, crying out shamelessly in pleasure as you eat him out. You're not the biggest fan of him but you can't deny the wonderful taste of his pussy and the pretty moans that come out of his mouth. "Yes- yes-" He breathes out.
"Fu- fuck~!" He squirts. "Mmh- such a good puppy.." He grinds down on your face before getting up.
ok i got lazy sorry
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How to Please a Man
CW: Stepcest, Manipulation
this was lowkey difficult to write bc i have no idea how to finger someone 😭😭😭 im an autistic asexual virgin who absolutely hates masturbating with my fingers bc sticky so if anything is off ... thats why
You decided to ask your step father for relationship advice. You're a virgin and you're very nervous about asking out your crush. He was eager to give you advice and even offered to teach you some things.
"I bet you don't even know how to kiss." He climbs onto your lap. "Let me teach you." He doesn't wait for an answer and forces you into a kiss. You try to push him away but he's too strong. He grinds down on your crotch, determined to fuck you.
He finally pulls away from the kiss. "Relax, most guys don't like inexperience. I'll make sure you know what you're doing with him." He stands up and grabs your hand, pulling you into his bedroom and bringing you onto the bed with him. He manages to shimmy his shorts and boxers off, exposing his wet cunt to you. "Don't be scared, try and do what you think would feel good."
You swallow the lump in your throat. He's probably right. Your crush would appreciate it if you knew what you were doing. And this probably doesn't mean anything to him. He's just helping you out. Although you're unaware of your crush's anatomy, this'll probably be helpful for any future endeavors too. You look at his t-dick and hold it with your thumb and index finger, gently sliding it up and down. "Is...is that good?"
"Yeah, so good.." He moans. Jerking his dick is the easiest way to get him off thanks to how sensitive is. "But, you shouldn't rely on just that to please m- him."
"Oh- okay." You slide your finger down his cunt, eyeing him for a reaction. You slowly push your finger inside him, your breathing turns shallow as you take in the feeling of his warmth. You didn't know it felt like this. So warm, so plush, and so fucking wet. God. You feel weird for thinking this way about your step father but dear Lord, his pussy feels amazing. You slide in another finger and fumble around in his insides.
"Try finding my g-spot. You'll know when you find it."
You search around for it, earning a soft gasp from him when you find it. You poke it with the pads of your fingers, effectively pleasing him. You get the smart idea of sucking his dick while doing this.
"Fuck- good boy~" He throws his head back. "That's it. Keep going.."
You find yourself getting turned on by the sound of his moans and his praise. This is so wrong but oh so fucking good.
You keep going until he squirts, making a mess of the bed. You pull your mouth off his dick and lick up his slick before pulling away.
"Do you wanna learn more?" He looks at you with a lopsided smile. You nod eagerly, no longer worried about the morality of this.
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part two for the second part if i remember lololol
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would u write angst with 1610 miles? Like they’re best friends and both like each other but miles is distant bc of spider-man stuff. Maybe reader tries to distract herself by going on a date but it goes bad and miles comforts her and reveals he’s spider-man and confesses to her that he likes her:,)
“Im Spiderman!”
Miles Morales x Fem!Reader
“What the hell.”
“Mi vida, listen.”
“What the actual hell.”
Of course sugar, this silly little angst WILL BE SOOOOO DELICIOUS
warnings: hurt/comfort, attempted sexual assault (not by Miles)
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Miles had been distant.
He kept brushing you off, planning times to meet up and missing them. Calling you in no hurry then all of a sudden there’s a family emergency and he hangs up.
Now you would understand if it was just a few times, hell, even more than a few times you’d just convince yourself you were paranoid. But every time for the past two months?
You’d right about had enough.
If Miles doesn’t want to commit to your.. not relationship..
Then you won’t either.
Miles had been busy. Life had gotten ahead of him when he’d least expected it. After a year of Spider-ing (?), he’d finally settled into a nice pattern of, wake up, do things, call you, see you, call you again to make sure you got home safe, protect the innocent civilians of Brooklyn, also do illegal graffiti, then go home. And maybe text you. All of that had been snatched from under him like a shaggy rug. Tripping over his own feet and struggling to right himself.
He had some fued going on with a villain he’d heavily underestimated. Their likeness not only in fighting, but also preying. Miles had started home from his patrols more than once to find a chip attached to his shoe. Beeping only audible from his advanced hearing.
It had stumped him into a nervous stupor. Constantly worried that someone bad is going to waltz through his front door.
He was worried they would catch wind of you, and although that had always lingered at the back of his mind. Losing you had been put on the forefront the moment you came to school injured one time, saying some guy just wanted drug money, and was pretty easy to scare away. Doesn’t mean he didn’t nick you in the cheek real good. Blade running quick against your cheek, and lord were you grateful it was light.
Miles had pulled you out of class, ignoring the behest of his professor and dragged you to his secret stash of first aid supplies, locked away in an empty and unused science room.
“So why’s it here?” He glanced up at you, confused.
“Huh? What’s here?”
His puzzled expression pulled at your heartstrings, giving you some sweet butterflies. “The first aid kit, dummy.”
“Oh.. Oh! Yeah-“ he threw his hand behind his neck, blazer sleeve crawling up his arm. “Uh- For ‘mergencies..” He quickly went back to cleaning your cut, finding your gaze too strong on him, but unable to avoid it.
“This is an emergency?”
He grabbed your chin between his forefinger and thumb, tilting it slightly up and to the side, then continuing with his right hand at dabbing your cheek with antiseptic.
“It will be if you keep moving.”
You prayed he didn’t notice how hot your cheeks felt.
Once Miles finished, he caressed your face softly for a moment, relishing in the contact before he quickly packed his stuff away and rushed out of the room in an excuse of “late for class”. You stayed sitting at the table for a further two minutes before getting up gently, grabbing your bag, and leaving the ‘abandoned’ classroom.
You were sitting on the curb of your apartment. Wishing you could just go back inside and sleep. Miles hadn’t spoken to you for a week. You didn’t want to seem like a clingy girlfriend, but god you felt like one. You were waiting patiently on for the bud to arrive, far too early in the morning. Sat in the spot Miles would usually meet you at, you sighed down at your feet. Had you done something wrong? Your relationship had been blossoming the past few months into something you’re sure was reciprocated. There was no way that the endless supply of intimate moments between the two of you was a coincidence.
The way your whole face would light up at the mere sight of him had to be clear as day.
You swore up at the sky, watching your breath fog up in the winter air, the slow screech of your bus coming around a corner brung you back down to earth. Day dreams about a boy who you probably don’t even cross the mind of cut short.
You stood up and groaned, stretching your arms and leaned against the bus pole. Except it didn’t stop. It didn’t even slow down, and when you’d realised the driver wasn’t pulling into the parking bay, you were already too late.
“Oh- C’mon, really!” You kicked your foot against the scuffed ground, pouting at no one and complaining to no one too.
“Miss the bus?”
A man who looked to be around 17 approached you. You stepped back from him, him getting the hint and not getting any closer.
“Oh- Uh.. Didn’t mean to seem like a creep or anything,” he laughed lightly, dimples showing at the action. “I just, also missed the bus.” He gestured down to himself, disheveled clothes and messy hair.
Disheveled clothes didn’t look as good on him as it did Miles, but you smiled and hugged a laugh anyways.
This could be your chance, get out of your rut. Back into the dating scene and away from Miles.
Yet it seems you couldn’t go two minutes without him on your mind.
“Hence why I look like this.”
His eyes flickered back to yours, taking in tour appearance as well.
“Guess we’ll have to walk,”
He laughed, “Guess so.”
“Not like our clothes can get much more creased.”
That brought a genuine chuckle out of the man, eyes squinting at the sarcastic tone you held.
“Well, I know a couple ways.”
He winked at you and you huffed, following behind him as you began the treck to your school.
The man you met had been named Arthur. He was understanding of your humour, and pretty well in his own. He seemed king of untrustworthy, though. You just didn’t understand why, something about him made your stomach churn. Maybe it was butterflies?
You had been talking for a week before he asked you out.
The fact surprising you. Never in your life had you met someone and them be wanting to date you within the same month, let alone fortnight.
“Yeah- yeah, okay.”
Miles’ face crossed your mind in a fleeting thought, sending goosebumps along your skin and a buzz through your bloodstream.
You’d just gotten asked out by someone attractive, said yes, and weren’t told it was some joke. And yet, the mere thought of Miles brought a quake to your knees? Good god.
Cross your fingers this date gets him off your mind and his image peeled from the backs of your eyelids.
“Cool, see you Friday?” Arthur stood from his chair, walking backwards towards the door.
“Yeah, Eight good?”
“Absolutely.”
Arthur had met you at ten, not eight. So you had spent the better of two hours thinking you got stood up by *someone you didn’t even know.
The moment he’d stepped in front of you, the nice outfit you were wearing felt overdressed and unfitting, he was wearing the same day-to-day clothes. It felt almost embarrassing.
“You clean up nice, babe.”
The name had you near gagging.
“Oh! Uh Thanks!” You grimaced as he winked.
The restaurant you’d arrived at was fairly busy, a quaint place with hung string lights and vines crawling along the ceiling. It led out into a cute garden, where it looked to be their own food growing.
At least he knows how to pick a place.
Fifteen minutes into the date, you had just gotten your food. And Arthur wouldn’t, for the life of him, talk.
It was so unnatural, so absolutely awkward you had just picked at your nails until your food arrived.
He had chatted with the waiter more than you.
“So uhm.. Arthur!”
He grunted an acknowledgment and glacéd you at you before returning to his food.
“What do you do study?”
“Anthropology.”
“Cool, I’ve always liked stuff like that.”
“Uhuh.”
You were going to shoot yourself if this man gives you anymore one word answers.
After a few more busted attempts, you had given up on trying. Just focusing on finishing your food faster so you could get the hell out of here.
A man you didn’t know came over to greet Arthur, said man responding enthusiastically. Peeking up and talking with “David” about who-knows-what.
“And who’s this lovely lady?”
“Oh hello, I’m—“
“—She’s my girlfriend David, so don’t try. Maybe after a while i’ll convince her to let me share ‘er with you.”
Girlfriend? Share?? What the fuck.
David laughed whilst he eyed you, his body leaning scarily close to you. You chuckled politely, what the hell.
“Well, let’s hope she agrees, huh?” David’s sly voice sent a shiver us disgust down your spine, seeping into your bones like marrow.
“She will.” Arthur assured him. You felt sick, violated. You need to leave, you need to get to Miles.
Another ten minutes passed before you’d both finally left the restaurant, the air getting stuffy with so many people around, and no one to see your fear.
Arthur had insisted walking you home. Which you vehemently refuse, you don’t want him knowing where you live.
Arthur had gone quiet after that, a look of almost anger on his face.
You had stayed quiet too, not wanting to poke the bear. And after a second, he was pulling you towards him and leading you to his car.
You panicked, struggling against his grip on your forearm. “Get in the fucking car, [Name].” He’d almost growled the words, “You fucking wanted this.”
“Let go of me!”
“You accepted in the first place, now you’re not going to give me what you owe?”
“I don’t owe you anything, let go!” You cried out, his grip was painful now and he was trying to shove your body into his car by force.
You were tearing up, your breath catching in panic, you were getting weaker and he was still shoving.
Suddenly, all the weight had been thrown off of you. Your wrist now free, and the presence of Arthur gone out of thin air.
“Your parents ever teach you not to lay a hand on a woman?”
You spun around to be greeted with sight of Spiderman wrapping Arthur in webs.
He docked him in the jaw as he tried to talk back. Arthur groaning heavily.
“Oh, guess not.”
“Fuck you, man. The girl wanted it.”
“Didn’t look that way to me, homeboy.”
Arthur glared up at him then turned to you, “You wanted it. Didn’t you?” It was phrased more as a threat than a statement.
“I—“
“Whoopsie.”
A web shot out and covered Arthur’s mouth, his eyes widening in panic as he tried to scream through it.
“Slip of the finger.”
He picked Arthur up and threw him to a wall, shooting a web at him as he went to stick him to it. The impact on his head swiftly knocking him unconscious, probably concussed.
You stood in shock, not really able to process the sight in front of you when Spiderman turned back, suddenly a lot less collected and a lot more worried.
He moved quickly over to you, raising on hand to caress your injured arm and one to your cheeks, the eyes of his mask downturning in fear.
“Hey-. Hey, hey look at me.”
You did, the tears in your eyes finally falling as the situation truly dawned on you. Your lip trembled. “Oh, [Name], you’re okay, i’ve got you.”
“Spidey—“ You shivered a little in his hold. His arm snaking down from yours to holding you close to him. The other continued to rub circles into your tear-stained cheeks. “—Come here, Chiquita.”
You hadn’t even noticed the names, your name, falling from his lips. You had only registered the immediate feeling of comfort around him. Unlike the feeling of fear, primality, around Arthur. Spidey had felt more like safety, like someone you could call a lifelong friend.
He grabbed you by your waist, talking you through it the whole time.
“I’m gonna touch your waist now, that okay?” “Mhmm..” “Okay, wrap your legs around me when I pick you up, yeah?”
Humming your affirmation, you wrapped your legs around his waist while he carried the whole weight of you in one hand, spread out on the low of your back. The touch sending the first pleasant tingle of your whole night through the tips of his gloved fingers.
“Let me take you home, querida.”
Miles’s eyes squinted in the pitiful sight of you, this was his doing. If he had been there for you, this never would have happened. His paranoia for something bigger had outweighed his realistic worries. If he’s not in your life, who’s going to protect you?
The names of sweet kept tumbling out of him, making up for the weeks he’d been missing. God, even now, holding you to his chest while he swung you home. Your eyes closed and buried into his neck, ignoring the world around the both of you and finding safety in him. Even now, he’s felt better than he had in the last months.
His feet landed softly on your fire escape, the soft thud of the metal a welcomed thought. Or, maybe it was being home again, either one.
Spiderman’s right hand slid under your bedroom window, opening it slow enough as to not wake your parents.
“We’re home, [Name].”
He climbed through the indie with you in tow, leaving it open slightly as you began to undress. He turned around quickly while you put on a large shirt and sleep shorts. Trying graciously to avoid watching you through the reflection of the window.
Once you were finished, he turned around and went to grab the makeup wipes from your dresser. You giving him a quizzical look he ignored.
You sat down on the bed with your legs crossed and he followed, your knees brushing one another.
“Close your eyes.”
You did, letting him softly wipe away any makeup you had put on for the night. You sighed in content, and absurdity. What was the likely hood of your date going so horribly wrong, then being saved and comforted by Brooklyns best vigilante. Then having that very same vigilante sit in your bed and wipe the tear streaked makeup from your cheeks.
“There you go.”
You opened your eyes again, seeing his hooded face so close to yours it made your heart beat.
“Thank you.”
He leaned back, suddenly seeming nervous.
“Hey, I—,“ He stopped and breathed in deep, “,—I need to tell you something.” He sounded conflicted, scared.
Why would a crime-fighting spider be scared of you?
“Yeah, of course. Anything.”
He sucked in another breath, quicker this time. And reached up to the bottom of his mask so fast you almost missed it. He pulled it off quickly, panicky. Leaving you to stare at the soft, plush lips and Hazel eyes that could only ever replicate the fall of an autumn leaf. Or the cinnamon dusted on the baking you would do with your mother.
Miles Morales stared back at you.
“I’m spiderman!” He laughed nervously. Picking at the fabric of his hood.
He looked back up at you and sighed, a smile playing on his lips at your dumbfounded expression.
“What the hell.”
“Mi vida, listen.”
“What the actual hell.”
He dropped his mask and gathered your hands in his. Holding them against one another.
“[Name].”
“You’re Spiderman.”
“I know, baby, I know.”
You looked up at his, he was closed again. Glancing at your lips every now and again. “Miles..” You pouted at him, almost crying his name. His chest aches for you. A thick guilt rendered his voice useless, a longing for you mixing into it.
“Is this why-“ You broke eye contact. “—Is this why you’ve been ignoring me?” You whispered it, like you didn’t want to hurt his feelings.
His fingers twitched against yours, squeezing your palm and rubbing his thumbpad over the juncture between your thumb and forefinger.
“Oh, cielo.” He let out a shaky breath. Saying the term in a quaking sigh.
He watched you watch him, your glassy eyes telling him all the hurt you’ve been through.
“Baby I didn’t mean—“ He shook his head, “I didn’t mean to ignore you. I was worried that some bad people would find out I—“ He stuttered, focusing on your intwined hands once again. “I cared for you, and they would use that, use you against me.”
“I never wanted you hurt, I just wanted you safe.”
You let another set of tears fall, the relief soothing the ache of stress in your shoulders, you were still mad at him, sure. And not only for ignoring you. But for keeping such a big secret to himself. But god, you were so happy he was back.
“It wasn’t because of you, cielo. I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“You could never hurt me.”
“I’m dangerous, [Name].”
He looked back up to you in earnest, desperation and fear clouding his eyes foggy.
“You’re worth the risk.”
“God,” his breathing was heavy, deep. “,You’re making this real hard for me, baby.”
“Good.”
“Jesus christ.”
He surged forwards, using your joined hands as leverage as he pulled you closer into him.
He stopped just short of your lips, breath escaping you at the sight of him, looking as gorgeous as ever. Even with his hair in a mess and smelling like baby powder. “Please let me kiss you.” The man was near begging, desperation of a different kind now.
“Okay.”
He closed the distance, letting your eyes fall shut at the feeling. You never had felt more perfectly at peace than you had right now.
His hands let go of yours, moving up your body and landing on your hips. He shifted his weight onto his knees, leaning over you as you lowered back. You broke apart, panting heavy and laboured, “I’m still mad at you.”
“I’ll make it up to you.” He peppered you with short kissed. You’re back hitting the bed and him crowding over you, trailing kisses from your lips, to cheeks, to just below your jawline. You giggled lightly, his kisses tickling.
“‘M gonna hold you to that.”
He grinned up at you, slotting himself neatly between your legs. His right hand propping himself up beside you head, and left finding any bit of you he could hold.
“I don’t doubt it.”
He kissed you again.
okay maybe i lied this is also kind of long
BUT AWE 🫶🫶🫶
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blingblong55 · 5 months
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Pleasure -Simon 'Ghost' Riley NSFW
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Based on a request:
for kinktober what about you make one with two pornstars or maybe Ghost does a colab with a cam girl from only fans who he has had a crush on and he is so obsessed with her that in the video he keeps kissing her and praising her body im horny so its why im requesting this _____ F!Reader, smut, MDNI, 18+, porn star!Ghost, cam girl!reader, oral!sex, unprotected!sex, P-in-V _____
Simon is a well-known actor in the porn community and has made videos with other female creators before but there is one female content creator that he loves to watch. He has been obsessed with your body and content for years. He and you are in his flat, getting the lighting and cameras ready when he starts smiling at how gorgeous you are. "What's wrong?" you ask him when he stares at your face again. "Nothing, you're just too pretty." He walks over to you and smirks, the cameras recording, you and he know what will happen. He can't wait any longer, no intros just him wanting to fuck you.
"Such a pretty girl," his thumb under your chin, making you look up at him. His lips on yours, so obsessed with the plump lips you carry. Big strong arms around you, taking you to the bed and never letting his lips leave you. Your skirt lifted, panties slid down and he smirked, one nod, "Ready?" He knows his side always surprises the girls he fucks and he likes it but he wants to be careful with you, and wants to take it slow for the first time in his career. "I'm ready, Ghost." You use his pornstar name. "Good, darling," he kisses your neck, your arms wrapped around him. Your soft thighs spread, his bulge hitting your wet cunt as he dry humps you. Getting eager by the second to fuck you.
His finger teases your slick, and you squirm. "Ghost, please~" your hips buck, rocking them against his fingers. He chuckles. "Someone is ready to be fucked, isn't that right, darling," he kisses your forehead. You bite your lip and smile, "I need you to fuck me," you whisper. "Oh, I will fuck you pretty good," he kisses your neck, your hands on the zipper of his jeans. You take his cock out, you open your mouth. "Oh not yet darling, let me have fun." He whispers and spits on his fingers before stuffing them inside of you.
The camera captures how your body and his connect, he begins to kiss your clothed chest before he slowly removes the garments. In past videos, he would be rough with the women, with you, it's different. The tip of his cock slapping on your pussy. "Just take it slow," he whispers against your ear. His size, spreading your folds open, you let out whimpers, by far being the biggest man inside of you. Your hands wrapped around him, "Mark me, love," he tells you. It's like he finally found the woman he needed. The thrusts are slow, he doesn't want to hurt you, wants to get you used to his size before he fucks you with no mercy.
"Oh god," you moan as his thumb rubs your clit, your eyes on him. He knows you love it, he knows how much he needs to give you orgasm after orgasm. He kisses your forehead repeatedly, your pussy becoming his fleshlight. You and him, fucking on camera but with a burning passion that began when he picked you up at your place. How he immediately touched your thigh as he drove back to his, looking at you as if you were made from a dream. Your hands on his hips, his cock buried deep in you, your juices as a natural lube for him. He slips in and out of you with care, "You're so perfect, you know that?" He whispers. It was rare, you expected him to be rough like he was with the other women.
The body he watched on his phone as he imagined fucking himself into you, now keeping it warm. Your lips open a little, and he kisses them, his back with light scratches from your pretty nails. "Look at you," he smiles, and kisses your chest, his eyes never leave yours, it's like a trance. "I love this," he moans when he feels the pre-cum leak from him, your walls clenching around him. "Milk me, darling, milk me for everything I'm worth. I'm yours," he kisses you again and again."
He grabs a camera, missionary position as he records you and the way his cock disappears within you. He zooms in on your cunt, you chuckle and he smiles. His spit all over your body. Your pierced tits are already covered in love bites. All men will know you had me to pleasure you, was all he repeated as he kissed your tits and shoulders. It was like he was already possessive of you. His back with more scratches and that's when he couldn't take it anymore. "Fuck this, I need you R/N," he uses your real name. The camera is thrown to the side, hiding in the pillows.
He makes sure to wrap your legs around him, your arms holding him close to you. His cock sliding into you again as he begins to get rougher with his thrusts. "Fuck, Simon," you whimper. He smirks knowing he can keep this up and fuck you dumb. Wants to make you so sensitive it can manipulate you into saying you love him. You and him, both getting drunk on sex. His arms wrap around you as well. Your hand on his ass while the other marked him all over again. He groans and looks at you with loving eyes. "Just like that baby, just like that," his wide cock so fat, you begin to cry from pleasure. "Simon…fuck..please, please it…ah..n-ngh~" your teary eyes getting kissed. A grin appears on his face, "You like that? Oh my baby, so cute and small for my dick, huh baby," he kisses you again. It was like you held the antidote between them. You feel your core ache, your orgasm ready to spill all over him. "Come for me, I know you want to, R/N."
He rubs your clit again. Your moans like the star you are, too pornographic it made the neighbours understand what the single man brought the girl for. Your juices spill all over him. His under-tummy getting covered in it and for him it was glory. He doesn't stop, he pulls out and fingers your tight cunt. "S-…fuck… Simon..please," you whine. "Sensitive already?" he chuckles. He slaps your tits, hand on your neck, choking you as he lets the cameras capture what everyone knew he would eventually do. He slaps your tight cunt and moves so his dick is now by your mouth. "Fucking suck me off like the slut you are," he slaps your face multiple times until he has you opening your mouth. Your tears spilling out, his fat cock creating a bulge in your throat. His thrusts are finally animalistic, classic Ghost. Your hands try to stop him but all he does is rub your sensitive clit over and over. He pulls out, "Say you love me, bitch," he slaps you. Your tits bounce.
"I…n-ngh…S…Simon…" You cry and stutter. He slaps you again. "Fucking say it," he demands with a growl in his voice. "I..I love….y-you," you whimper and he grins. His cock is back in your mouth and he begins to fuck your throat again. He grabs the camera again and as he was about to come, he pulls out, "stick your tongue out, bitch," he commands. You do so, your tits in the frame as he strokes his cock. While all in frame, his cum falls on your face, leaking so far that some ends in your tits. You smile as he makes sure the camera captures how much of a pretty mess he and you made.
A/N: need to be this mans slut so bad
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joszns · 5 months
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party animal ✭
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butch!ellie x fem!reader
content: drinking/drunk sex, oral sex (r recieving) strap on usage, semi-public sex (bathroom), jealousy, mild degradation, ellie has the worst case of phantom dick ever when she’s drunk
summary: after a lovely dinner date (not without some teasing of course) you have a few too many drinks without her at a friends party and she whisks you to the bathroom to remind you something.
a/n: thank u guys so so much for all the love truly😭❤️❤️BESITOS
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“hey ellie, you almost ready baby?” you called out, applying mascara and looking at yourself in the mirror.
you adjusted my dress, a black satin piece with a deep slit and a traditional slip neckline, adorned with flowery lace along the hem. you smiled at your appearance and left the bathroom, putting on your matching black heels and an oversized leather jacket.
you and ellie were going out to dinner, then to a house party for one of your friends, mimi. it was her birthday.
“could you help me put this watch on, dollface?” ellie asked, walking into the room.
“oh my god, you look so beautiful. that dress looks amazing on you.” she said with a smile, pulling you close by the waist and kissing your plump and glossy red lips.
“is that my leather jacket?”
you grinned sheepishly and kissed her again. “maybe…but I know you don’t mind.”
“god, you’re so perfect…” ellie muttered against your lips, kissing you more intensely. she pulled you closer by the waist which caused you to blush.
“mmm…” you leaned into her, hands looped over her neck snugly.
“no, ellie! we have a reservation at a very nice restaurant. im not doing this with you right now.” you exclaimed, pulling away suddenly and gathering your things into a purse.
ellie whined in response.
“god, fine. whatever. are we still going to that party?” she asked, following you out the door with her car keys in hand.
“yes, yes we are! it’s for one of my best friends.” you said back, rolling your eyes. ellie could get a little snappy when she’s turned on like this. honestly, it was kinda hot…
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“man…that food hit the spot.”
ellie got into the car happily, after opening your door of course.
she turned the key in the ignition and placed her hand behind your headrest while reversing, something that always got you a bit hot and bothered.
“i agree. that salmon was delicious.” you say casually, texting mimi that ellie and i were on the way.
“could you map the way to mimis for me baby?” ellie asked, resting her hand on your upper thigh. you nodded in reply, typing in the address and navigating as you left the restaurant.
“ooh els, can I have aux? pretty please?” you reached for the cord, pressing your chest together to show off your cleavage and grinning.
ellie glanced over and rolled her eyes. she knew what you were doing.
“whatever you want, babygirl.”
excitedly, you connected your phone and played your favorite song. on the next turn, you felt ellies hand move upwards and slide in between the fabric of your dress. her knuckles pressed into you, her pinky finger rubbing gently on your clit. you whined softly, adding more songs to the queue and trying to ignore her.
finally, you both arrived to the party, ellie being casually laid back versus you being sexually frustrated.
“i cant believe you! what’s up with all this teasing?” you scolded, punching her shoulder.
“that was payback for earlier.” ellie replied, walking inside and greeting mimi with a grin.
you did the same, rolling your eyes at her behavior.
“victim of the sassy masc apocalypse?” mimi asked, bringing you back from your head.
“dude. you have no idea!” you said with a giggle. mimi smiled and excitedly dragged you to take shots, leaving ellie alone.
she watched you and a few girls drink together, smiling a little and turning away. the urge to whisk you away from the group was strong, but it was a birthday party. she couldn’t do much.
“god, how many shots did we just take?” you said with a laugh, shaking your head as the alcohol burned your mouth.
“like 21- one for every year! don’t worry, these things are like mini cocktails. i think only the last two were straight vodka…” mimi slurs, laughing as she throws her arm around the blonde girl next to her.
you smile, the liquor warming your body.
“oh! oh! picture time!” she exclaims, pulling out her phone. the group gathers behind her, you following as well. everyone smiles, and she clicks almost a hundred photos.
ellie returns to the kitchen for a drink, a tinge of jealousy on her as she sees one of your friends’ arms hooked on your waist. you broke away from the group, smiling at the sight of her.
“babe! ill be with you in a sec,” you said, getting dragged away by mimi, “she wants to dance!”
ellie just smiled in response, sipping her drink. she casually followed you to the dance floor, getting increasingly more jealous as several of your friends danced up on you. you were laughing, taking photos and videos on your phone.
as the girls began to break away, dancing with other friends to make everyone feel included or to grab another drink, you gravitated towards ellie.
“hey babe! why are you being all mopey in the corner?” you said, giggling.
“i was just waiting for you. i kinda have to pee.” she said as she took another sip.
“let’s go!!” you took her hand, the liquor bringing back your arousal.
as you both arrived to the bathroom and saw the line, you formed your lips into a pout.
“mimi would hate me for this…do you wanna go upstairs to the guest bathroom? she usually blocks it off during parties because it’s a nice bathroom, but it’s just us…” you suggested, batting your eyelashes as you looked up at her.
privacy. perfect. “yeah, sure.” ellie responded, grinning internally as she finished off her drink. both of you stumbled towards the stairs, sneaking up when nobody was looking.
ellie pulled you into the bathroom, locking the door and pressing your back against it.
“didn’t you have to pee?” you asked, heart beating faster as you looked up to her.
“no,” she replied, leaning closer to you. “i just…i need you so bad, y/n.” ellie said, voice low and raspy.
you blushed, feeling yourself get wetter.
“i know they’re just your friends, fuck, i don’t even know why it’s botherin’ me so much.” she muttered, leaning her head on your shoulder. her hot breath fanned your neck, causing you to shiver.
“what..what do you mean?” you asked, breathing harder.
“i just get so..” she kissed your neck, causing your breath to catch, “ so worked up seeing you with other girls…” ellie continued, kissing your neck again.
you felt your knees buckle, tilting your head to the side to expose more of your neck.
ellie hums against your skin, her kisses growing more sloppy.
“don’t even know why i was all jealous..” she kisses you aggressively, her hand holding your face to hers. you whimper, melting into her. your hands travel over her clothed body, stopping at a hard lump in her pants.
pulling away in surprise, you asked, “did you really wear your strap all evening?”
“yeah. i wore it in case i needed to remind you you’re mine.” ellie whispered, kissing you again and hiking your dress up. her hand quickly pushed your thighs apart and started rubbing at your clit, feeling the wet spot your slick created.
“so fuckin wet, all f’me, yeah baby?” she said, causing you to moan. in your drunken state, you were like putty in her hands. ellie dropped to her knees, her mouth replacing those long and flexible fingers.
she practically made out with your pussy, her mind foggy from the drinks she consumed. all she could think about was you infront of her, melting in her mouth. she felt herself getting more and more wet as she lapped at you, her tongue circling your swollen clit as she suctioned softly with her mouth.
she always knew how to drive you crazy.
you were a mess, legs trembling as you tangled your hands in her hair. she looked up at you, watching you fall apart and try to keep quiet.
her mouth was amazing, knowing just where to go and when to do it. she flicked her tongue on your clit, bringing you close to the edge.
“el..ellie…m’gonna cum…oh my fucking god…” you whimpered, your thighs clamped so hard they were threatening to squish her head flat. she pulled away from your cunt abruptly, causing you to whine in frustration.
she licked her lips clean, kissing you passionately as she struggled to unzip her jeans. “gonna fuck you so good…” she mumbled, her drunken state clouding her mind.
ellie broke the heated kiss, looking down and attempting to position herself properly. eager for her, you hiked your leg over her hip and scooted downward, gasping and staring into her eyes as her strap filled you up.
“fuuuckk….” she groaned, her hips pushing forward slightly. you let out a whimper as her tip pressed against the end of your canal, clenching hard as you adjusted to her size.
“so fucking tight baby-you’re so tight..” ellie grunted, starting to thrust her hips.
you moaned in response, your head hitting the door. she took this as an opportunity to bite your neck, something she did happily.
“my dirty fuckin’ slut, look at you taking my dick, fuck baby..” ellie grunted out. “just slidin’ in and out of ya…you’re so damn wet..” her pace increased as she panted hot and heavy into your neck. you swore she could feel it sometimes, the way she spoke to you while you had sex.
“nobody but me gets to fuck this slutty pussy yeah? ‘s all mine..” ellie said, hovering her lips over your own.
“all yours, it’s all yours baby.”
she kissed you, teeth crashing into eachother a few times as she fucked you sober against the bathroom door.
“ellie im-fuck! im gonna cum!” you cried, too focused on her to worry about being quiet.
“yeah? cum all on my dick baby, show me how much of a cumslut you are for me…im so close too baby, hold out f’me..” ellie grunted, fucking you like she was an animal. you came hard all over her, crossing your legs behind her back as she fucked you through your orgasm.
“oh my god! ellie, oh fuck!” you cried. she orgasmed with you, her hips faltering their relentless pace.
she slowed down, slowly fucking you through every aftershock.
“shit…sorry baby. i think we got a little too loud.” ellie says gently, pulling out of your fucked out cunt.
“‘s okay.” you mumbled, sitting on the edge of the hot tub.
she wet a washcloth and cleaned your legs off, kissing your lips gently.
“i made you into a mess…” she apologizes.
after she cleans you up, you turn to the mirror and adjust yourself. you check your phone, seeing a text from mimi.
m: y/n!! ven acá, it’s time for cake!!
“looks like we finished just in time.” you say with a cheeky grin, kissing ellie on the cheek and putting your jacket back on as you walk outside the bathroom.
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vivvangel · 3 months
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2:29 AM — park sunghoon.
warnings: fem reader intended, slight corruption kink, dumbification almost(??), fingering (f receiving), eating reader out, use of nicknames for reader such as 'pretty', 'angel', strong language, lower case intended, dom!sunghoon, sub!reader. minors dni.
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"fuck.. hoon— oh god, oh fuck—" you cursed out loudly as his tongue was flicking in and out your hole and over your sensitive bud. "mhm? such a pretty girl but such a dirty fucking mouth" hoon chuckles against your core, sending vibrations all throughout your body. "hoon–! please.. please im sorry please keep going" you said out, pleading him not to stop like all the guys in the past who stopped right before you were about to cum. your pleading makes hoon smirk, "my perfect angel, so polite, so innocent, what a good girl— mhmm, you taste so good, baby". you moan out more because of his words,,
"gonna fucking ruin you, baby. you want that, huh? what my cock that badly, angel?—" sunghoon looks up at you as he slides a finger in,
and holy shit, does he regret not looking at you before. you looked even better than you tasted— nose slightly scrunched up as your mouth was shaped like an 'o', making the prettiest sounds he's ever heard. he adds another finger, and sees your face in pure bliss. he's seen this several times but it catches him off guard everytime, you're so beautiful, so fucking perfect.
"my angel, so pretty"
⋆ ˚。⋆୨୧ do not copy, translate, or repost my work without credit | @vivvangel, 2023
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lovesicksugaro · 5 months
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i just- dry humping with bttm cis reader and satoru..
𝟏𝟎𝟎 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓 <- prompts here
IM THE SENDER OF THE PREVIOUS ASK I DIDNT MEAN TO WRITE BOTTOM, I MEANT TO WRITE SUB- 😇😇😇 PLS EXCUSS MY MISTAKE
character(s). satoru gojo
warnings -> sub!reader, male!reader, dom!gojo, dry humping, praise, begging, iz pretty tame tbh
a/n. Thank you! for the ask 😌🙏🏾 I got horknee for some “real-life” gojo. Need this man to be pink in the face while calling me a good boy. It’s just life 🤷🏾‍♂️
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Satoru has warm hands. Big, sturdy, and long fingers. He’s a tall man, 6,3” on a normal day and 6,3.25” on an even better day — his hands are bound to have reach.
He uses this to his advantage of course. All smirking glossy lips and tilted head. ‘I just love the way you feel, babe.’ That’s his favorite phrase. ‘Don’t you love how I feel?’ His coy eyes mean more than batting snowflake lashes. They’re puppy dog eyes, down pat. As those strong palms make their way under your ass and tug you forward, you regret climbing into his lap in the first place.
“But you’re such a good boy. Don’t you wanna lemme reward you?” He coos like it’s your idea. Isn’t this what you want? Tell me it’s what you want. That’s what he means. Your leaking dick squirms in your boxers, hot and wet. Satoru’s imprint beneath your butt makes you squirm, breath hitching.
“Yer such a tease” your statement isn’t as strong as you want it to be. A gentle whimper, throwing yourself into his metaphorical embrace. His lips prop open at a sudden drag forward of your hips, moaning softly. The sound melts into a satisfied chuckle, like balm between your fingers. You can’t help but cant your hips forward at the sight of his pink tongue dipping and curling in his mouth.
“O-on the contrary…” his words break, squeezing your cheeks in his hands, chest raising as you curl his t-shirt in your fists. Always has something to say.
Satoru’s eyes hold an intensity when he touches you, he always observes with intent and purpose. Watching the way your thighs squeeze, the way your throat bobs as you swallow a moan. He doesn’t miss a thing. In a way that makes you teem beneath your skin. Makes you feel valuable, taken care of. Each of his movements with an effort to please and be pleased.
“Oh g-god” one of Satoru’s hands reaches down to press on the growing bulge in your pants. His other adjusting its fingers on your hip and pressing down on your dick, pushing his own up into it with his hips. Your eyes flutter. His brows are cocked, head down to observe the movement. Your head is swimming. Clawing at the edges of your brain to keep yourself upright in his lap.
“See? Fuck, such a good boy” his reiteration has you whining, pushing down into him, squeezing tighter at his shirt to keep grip of whatever solid ground you can find. The pleasure isn’t astounding. It’s rough, and hot, and a little uncoordinated — but satoru seems to drowned you in it. His touch makes you needy for more, uncaring of when or where or how hard — just need more of it. Now. Satoru likes to take advantage of it. To make you lose yourself in it. To make you feel so much pleasure. He gets off to it every time, and if he could vouch for jerk material, it would be this.
“Please…nh— ‘toru” you aren’t sure what you’re begging for. His jeans are thick against your sweats, and yet he manages to make you rub harder and search for more against the odds. Maybe his fingers, or for him to actually fuck you right. Hard, and right here, but his lips are right there. Your bottom lip is sucked up beneath your front teeth and your hands grab a handful of his hair and.
He breathes into you when you kiss him. His wet tongue slips between your lips and he moves against your own when you rock your head like your fucking his face with your mouth. It makes him twitch when you get all messy with him. His dick jumps in his underwear. When your throat vibrates in soft noises and you hold onto him for dear life, he pushes his hips up faster, squeezes your dick harder.
“Please” you try again. Your lips break. Your eyes seem unsure looking into his own. Satoru will know. He always knows.
“I know, babe. I got you. Just like that..” He sucks sharp air through his teeth, his forehead sweaty against your hairline. “jus’ take a little more.”
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normansnt · 2 months
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As a thank you.
(Vox x bar tander!Male reader)
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Warnings: Violence, reader gets beaten up and they take out your eye m sorry:(
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"That, annoying fucking son of a bitch" cursed to himself Vox as he walked down the streets of hell to find a bar he could go to.
Sure he had his private bar in his flat but he needed to get away from Val and Vel.
He was just too fed up with their arguments and yelling he needed to get out.
He felt like trying a new bar tonight so he looked carefully at every one of them. When he looked into one of the last ones at the end of the road he looked behind the bar.
He liked what he saw, he saw the bartender.
He sat down on one of the bar stools and you went to him immediately.
"What can I get for you sir? You seem done with today." You commented lightly
"You guessed right, and I'll take whatever is the strongest." He answered trying to sound just a bit alluring. A one night stand with the cute bartender was just what he needed.
"A shot?" You asked back. "Thats the strongest we have"
"I'll take it, but only if you drink one with me" answer the TV back flirtatiously.
You raised your eyebrow.
"All right but only one." You answered while you filled up two very small shot glasses with a light blue liquid.
"Aren't those glasses a but too small?"
"Thats how strong it is its not advised to drink it in bigger portions." You lightly smirked at him.
"Well than, to shitty day" he raised his glass you raised yours and you both drank it.
This was only the start of the night. He kept requesting that one shot to the point where he was so drunk he was about to sell his company to your boss.
You couldn't just stand there and let him, your boss was a horrible person, 'Im way to nice to be in hell' you thought to yourself.
"Excuse me Mr.Vox someone is looking for you, they are waiting outside." You said loudly to get him out of the situation. Your boss was glaring at you with an intent to kill and you knew you'd regret this later, but Vox was nice to you and thats a very rare experience if you work as a bartender in hell.
You lead Vox outside of the bar.
"Huhh...nobody's waiting here" he said slurring his words.
"I know but you have to leave sir, I think you had enough tonight." You said as you kept glancing at the door to see if your boss would come out.
"Shut up, pretty boy I don't take orders from no one not even from someone as cute as you." He chuckled and than he fell into your arms.
"Sir? Sir wake up" but it was no use, you heard him snoring.
"Fuuuck" you couldn't just call a taxi to bring him home, every idiot would take an advantage of a drunk sleeping overlord. And you didn't have a way of reaching any of the other Vees, either.
"Shit." There was no other way you had to get him home. And of course you didn't have a car. So you just put him on your back and headed for the massive Vees tower. Thank god it was not so far. You knew your boss is not gonna be happy that you just left your shift but he was gonna beat you up for not letting Vox sell his company to him so one more punch didn't really matter.
When you arrived you walked into the lobby and to your luck (or unluck) Valentino was there giving a tantrum about where the fuck Vox was.
When he turned around and saw you his anger vanished.
"Uhhh what a handsome little toy Vox found himself, do you have a job sweetie?" He asked in his charismatic way.
"I would not make a deal with you if Lucifer himself would be forcing me to, Mr.Vox just had a bit too much tonight." You said as you placed Vox in one of the couches in the lobby.
"Have a good rest of your night sir" you said as you started to walk out.
"How interesting..." commented Val.
You were working the next day too, of course you had no such a thing as days off. After you got back last night...well all you thought your boss was going to do, he did. However he did something new. Usually he only hurts your body so that you can use your handsome face to lure people in. But this time, he was very pissed you just took away a huge opportunity so...he took away something important from you too.
You had to show up in an eye patch for work today. There was no eye underneath anyways.
Vox woke up with a murderous headache.
"Fuuuuuck I dont remember anything from last night" he said while he walked out of his room to get coffee.
Val was sitting on a couch.
"Really? Not even the cutie who took you home?"
"Huhh, who took me- oh shit the bartender?"
"He could tend to my bar." Chuckled Valentino.
"Fuck, thats...actually nice." That was a very weird thing to do.
You spilled a drink, again. It was hard to get used to only having one eye.
"Shit" you mumbled to yourself.
"(Y/N)... that better be the last drink you fucking spill understood?" Your boss growled at you.
"Yes, sir." You whispered back.
Vox walked into the bar his eyes searching only for you.
"Mr.Vox, what a pleasure to have you back." Your boss greeted him immediately.
Vox barely acknowledged him however when he spotted you at the bar, he immediately walked over.
"Had a good night sleep sir?" You asked while smiling lightly as he sat down to the bar.
"Truly lovely," he answered sarcastically. Now that he was looking at you without a fogged mind in day light, you were even more handsome than he originally remembered.
"What can I get you sir?"
"Nothing, I cant drink right the taste of vomit is still fresh in my mouth." He answered. You chuckled at that. It was a pleasant sound for Vox. He smiled a bit too. And then he realized, you didn't have an eye patch yesterday. He knew because he remembered staring at your eyes a lot yesterday.
"What happened?" Vox blurted out. Surprising even himself. Since when does he care? Since now apparently.
You gut nervous all of a sudden and glanced at your boss who was looking at the two of you suspiciously.
"N-Nothing you know how being a bartender is its not the safest job in the world."
Vox saw the glance. He also saw that your boss was glaring at you from the moment you two started talking.
"Would you excuse me for a second" he said at last and started walking over to your boss. Only to be stopped by you grabbing his hand.
"No, sir don't" you said, if you made such a huge power as Vox mad at your boss, you would loose much more than one of your eye.
"Oh sweetie, your boss is nothing" he said as he smiled at you to get you to let go, which you did, still worried.
You saw that Vox was talking to your boss. You boss started shacking his head and got really pissed, thats when Vox put his hand around your boss's neck and made him sign something.
When Vox walked over to you, you still looked worried.
"Come on, we are leaving." He said.
"What? Sir I cant."
"I bought you, sugar, I have a private bar." He smirked at you slightly.
"Just to say thanks for last night."
And to have you with him, but you don't need to know that yet.
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Painkiller
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♡Pair: Miguel O'Hara x gn!reader
Genre: minor Angst / fluff
Warning: Injuries, blood. Incorrect British slang and spanish.
A/n: Miguel can release how much Venom he wants to release, so this doesn't paralyzed (Y/n)
Summary: You got injured from a mission and Miguel basically decides to numb your pain.
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"Miles! Watch out!" You yelp as the Lizard bites you. 
You made sure the Lizard didn't bite Miles. Its sharp teeth sink into your inner thigh. You punch the Lizard to get its teeth off of you.
As you did you swung a web out to a nearby building. Getting on top of it to check out your wound.
"Hey- Are you alright?" Miles swung by. He was in a panic.
You hissed in pain as you checked your wound. Your suit was ripped where you were bit. Bloody bite mark.
"Im- fine." You huffed. "Call for backup. Without Miguel's knowledge. " You spoke while holding your wound. And Mile did as he was told.
He called in Gwen, Hobie, and Pavitr. They jumped out the portal seconds later.
"S’You called it, mate." Hobie shrugged. As the three realized you were injured.
"Oh my god- (Y/n)- are you alright?" Gwen crouched to take a look at your wound.
"I'm fine, don't worry." You shook off your wound. Wincing slightly when you push a towel onto it.
"Uhm, guys there's a Lizard down here." Pavitr pointed as he played with his bangle.
"Right, that." You sighed.
"We'll get that handle for you." Miles laid a hand on your shoulder. "Trust us." He smiled. You sighed.
"Well you better not tell Miguel about this." You winced.
"You s’betcha." Hobie swung off the building. As well as the other three jump off the building too. You panic when you saw, your watch glow.
It was Jess. Thank god.
"Oh- hey Jess.. how's the baby coming along?" You smiled.
"What's going on? And why did Miles call for backup?"
"Oh! I told him to. You see this… Lizard is pretty strong?" You gave a low chuckle.
"But!" Before Jess spoke again.
"We have it under control, promise." You plead, hoping she doesn't send herself or even worse Miguel.
You knew Miguel was going to bench you after this injury. So you made sure he wasn't going to find out. 
And if he does Miles might not survive another day.
Jess nodded, turning off her side of the call. You lead back on the smashed concrete that was behind you.
But goodness. 
It hurts like hell.
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The four spider people lead you to the Medbay, making sure no one sees you. Once you got there. Miles used his Medbay card to check you in and out. Making sure no one knew you were injured.
Your wounds were patched and clean. You were almost healed. Expected the part where you're limping. But, it was very light, so no one could notice it if they were a mile away.
After you left the Medbay you went back to your Spider-dimension. Going back to your apartment.
You quickly changed and lay in your soft cold bed. Taking a break. Your injury was sort of aching. Miles said he would sign you out.
Somehow, he likely would have made it worse.
"Morale. Where. The. Hell. Are. They." Miguel frowned.
"Somewhere?" Miles flailed his shoulders.
"Somewhere? SOMEWHERE? They're your partner, estúpido. How could you lose them?" (Stupid)  
"Do you like them, aye?" Hobie added. Which seems to have shut up Miguel.
The room was silent.
"I'm going to check their watch." Miguel Ignoring Hobie's question would make everyone confused.
Miguel turns on your watch's camera. Everyone was bracing themself for Miguel to yell.
But he didn't. More like he was mesmerized. The screen was big.
You were lying in your bed, covers right on top of you. The watch right on top of your nightstand. 
How Miguel was staring at you, everyone in the room knew Miguel had the fastest crush on you.
Lyla snapped him out of it. He was embarrassed. A deep scarlet red rose around his face.
"You can leave, now." He turned behind to see no one there. He let out an annoyed sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose.
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Few days went by and you tried your best to distance yourself from Miguel, hoping he didn’t notice you were injured. Going on missions when needed, making sure to lower suspicions. This didn’t help your injury heal at all.
It only got worse. It was only time before Miguel caught on. He noticed your constant limping when you came back from every mission. 
He called you in one day.
“Yo, you need something?” You asked, webbing to his platform. Trying to stand still as possible.
“You want to tell me what you’re hiding?” He glanced at you, with his arms crossed.
“I’m fine.” You said.
“What?” He frowned more than usual.  “You're injured?”
Oh shit… He didn’t know?
“No-? What I meant to say is ‘What do you mean?’ ” You fidget with your hands. Not like he was going to believe that, but you still tried anyway.
He walked up a bit closer to you. You walk back a few steps, almost falling off the platform, till he catches you by the suit. You wince slightly. Miguel seems to notice you wince. His frown turned into a concerned face.
He carried you bridal style on to his desk.
“Where does it hurt?” He asked, searching around your body. 
“I told you, I’m fine. You got off the desk landing on your bad leg. You hiss slightly, crouching a bit. Miguel lifted you back on the desk.
“Eso no suena bien. I’m not going to ask you again. Where does it hurt?” (That doesn’t sound fine.)  He looked at you. As he pressed around your leg, as soon as he heard you whimper in pain. He ripped the thigh part of your suit.
“You owe me a new suit.” You said, wincing.
“Lyla, make (Y/n) another suit.” As the orange hologram appears.
“You got it, bossman” As Lyla puts up multiple orange screens.
Miguel's eyes widened when he saw bandages, bled through.
“Why didn’t you tell me you were injured?” His voice softened. You look away from him.
“Didn’t want to be bench.” You shrugged. You heard him sigh.
“Does it hurt?”
“No, it feels like an ant bite.” You said sarcastically.
“Have you taken painkillers yet?”  He asked.
“No, those don’t do much.” You sighed, aching at every movement.
“Could I perhaps try?”
“Giving me medicine?” You frown.
“Do you trust me?” He crouches to your knees.
“Yeah?”
“This might sting a little.” He spoke, spreading your legs out a bit.
“What are you-” You whimpered, as he stuck his two fangs into your thigh. You felt a cool numbing to your leg. It was a relief, but you were blushing like crazy.
“Better?” He asked, with a faint pink expose on his cheek.
You nodded at him with a million thoughts in your head. Your heart was beating a little faster than usual. You couldn’t even look him in the eyes. You always had a small crush for Miguel, but you never thought anything like this.
“You might not be able to walk for a little.” As he started to re-bandage you. “You shouldn’t be moving at all, either way.” He carried you off the platform into his spare bedroom.
“Take me out to dinner first, O’hara.” You joked. As he placed you down on the bed.
“Sure, when you get better.” He placed a light kiss on your forehead.
Wait what?
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pedge-page · 3 months
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You Please, My Pleasure
Sub! Joel Miller x F!Reader
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Warnings: Sub!Joel, Mommy kink, cowgirl/riding, orgasm denial, over stimulation, unprotected sex, cream pie, orgasm control, reader’s hand makes a pretty necklace for Joel, themes of free use, objectification, praising words for Joel (sweet boy, etc), bitty breeding kink at end
18+ ONLY
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You sat In a community table at the cafeteria, over hearing a group of other women chattering about the men they'd been eying up:
"You seen that Joel Miller around?"
"Oh, he's hot as hell. I dont care how old he is."
"So protective, and strong, and firm. Jesus just look at him those broad, muscled shoulders and back. Bet he's a wild night."
"Shhh!"
"Im serious! The lucky girls he's probably pleasing..."
'Did you you hear he's apparently great with a gun."
He could ram his big gun in me any day."
"Shut up Claire! Oh my god."
"I just know it. Bet he could make you ache for days. Half the men here wouldn't compare to a guy like Joel in bed. I just have my own fingers to keep me barely satisfied, dreaming about a hunk like that."
"What about you?"
You hear your own named piped up, apparently leaning too far in to their conversation and now finding yourself included.
"Oh." You glance at the clock behind them, realizing you had to get back to your house instead of listening to the lady gossip of the town. "Luckily I just have my own toy to come home to..." and you escuse yourself with a gentle smile.
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There was something beautiful about watching a strong, built, capable man like Joel Miller absolutely fall apart under you. The way his high pitched moans bounce within the confines of your bedroom, not one secret of his confessions ever leaving the safety of these four walls. His flush skin adorned in bright claw marks, almost a way of claiming him under those rugged clothes. His stomach tensing then releasing with each breathy pant, eyes rolling as he tries to hold on to the little control he has over his orgasms.
An unearthly sight. Just for you.
“Ah—ahh fuck!” He cries. Joel’s hips crash up against yours, shaking as he concentrates on starving off his orgasm.
You slow the rocking of your hips to gentle glides, your palm caressing the stubble of his cheek. “Shhhhhh, I know. I know. You’re bein’ so good tonight, baby.”
He nods with furrowed brows, eyes closed and head thrown back into the soft white pillow. His beautiful brown curls splayed out on the satin case like a god. “I’m—I’m bein’ so good,” he repeats, swallowing the lump in his throat as he feels himself regaining composure over the tight coil wound in his stomach.
“That’s right. That’s my good boy,” you praise. 
You start a slow rhythm again, softly bouncing on his thick cock that’s been teetering on the edge for an hour now, buried snugly in your suffocating pussy. 
“Good boy,” you coo again. “Mommy never leaves your aching cock neglected, huh? Let you live in my warm sopping pussy all day and night.”
“mmmm—yeah—yes Ma’am. Treatin’ me—s’good.”
You’ve trapped his body, your knees caging him between your legs. You can feel the tense quivers in his spread thighs, unable to do much as your ankles have wrapped back over the meat of them, pinning him below you. He can’t fuck up, can’t squirm. If he wanted to throw you off him, there’s no doubt the immense strength in him could. But he doesn’t. 
His hands are on your waist reassuringly, only to remind himself that you’re still here, guiding him through it. He’s gotten so much better at not taking back control, relinquishing his mind, body, and soul to you.
You feel the steady twitch of him inside you, dragging so deliciously along your walls, taking full advantage of his girth pushing to the crest of your womb. “You’re the best cock I’ve ever cum on.”
“Hahhhh, oohhhhhgggghhhh, tha—oh f-fuck!—thank you—“ he can’t help the slight canter of his own pelvis rolling up into you, brushing his tip along your cervix. “Thank you, Mommy. I—You feel so good—I feel—feel amazing, sweetheart. J-Jesus fuck. Love—love your tight pussy—choking’ my cock. Usin’—usin’ me.”
“Yeah? You like being my fucktoy?” The hand on his face slow glides to his mouth, your thumb hooking on the side and tugging before letting it spring back to place. You then push your fingers around his thick throat, the other hand planting firmly on his plush chest to hold you up. You don’t crush his neck, only leave your touch there as a warning. You ass slams down harshly on his fat cock, making him hiss, encouraging the new rough fucking you’re giving him. The room fills with the obscene slapping of skin against skin as you ride him harder.
“Yeah—yeah! Ye—ah fuck—fuck yes!” He croaks, teeth gritting as he stares you down with hooded eyes. “I l-love bein’ your little fuck stick. Comin’ home n’ fuckin’ me, fuckmefuckmefuckme!—turning’ me into y-your personal dildo. FUckMommy, yeah!”
His tongue sticks out, smiling hazily as his neck arches, head thrown further back, pushing him into your touch. He looked so fucking pretty wrapped around your fingers.
He doesn’t realize his hands have grasped at your breasts, squeezing them in his big hands. 
“Look at me,” you command, breathless yet still pulling your authoritative voice over him. His head snaps back, watching the way your body glistens on top of him with each bounce. Your hips were practically flush together, grinding down on him with precision. “Did I say you could touch my tits?”
He retracts his hands immediately, returning to their rightful place on your hips. “N-No, I’m sorry. I’m sorry Mommy, please.”
You tighten your grip around his throat. “You live— for my pleasure.”
He lets out a guttural groan from deep within his chest. “Yeah—yeah fu—oh fuck, shit—yes Mommy! squeezing’ me so tight, m’just for you, all yours, want you to feel so fuckin’ good, mmmm—” He’s nodding quickly, little wailing growls growing louder as you crash your pussy down on his weeping length over and over again. His lips are parted, fast short breaths being forced out as he feels his pleasure climbing.
“That’s right,” you pant, lost in the prickling feeling of your clit snagging against his pubic hair, smothering your throbbing nub.
“Nnffmmmm—I’m—I’m gonna cum, Mommy. Please, please tell me I can cum,” he whines.
You stop your hips entirely, ignoring the way his face curls into anguish and cries out pathetically. His body is shaking violently under you with the denial.
 You laugh wickedly in his face. “No, nonono, sweet boy.” You let him continue to whimper and quiver below, his cock twitching between your folds. You lean down and grip his hair, kissing him with your tongue invading his lips like a serpent in a rabbits den. You suck his bottom lip before pressing your foreheads together, rolling into a slow, devastating grind that has him seizing in near pain under you.
“I still want more cock.” 
Joel elicits a small whimper, reducing himself to nodding again. You cup around his cheek once more, a loving, natural tone slipping out of you. “Can you do that for me?”
 “Y-yes. Yes.” He coughs obediently, voice strained beyond recognition. 
You sit back up, both of your hands digging into his chest and start riding him more aggressively again. “Fuck me like you want to give me more cock.”
He gasps out a pained yelp. Joel’s beefy fingers clench your sides, nails pinching into your lower back. His knees bent, feet planted wide apart digging into the mattress to thrust up into you. He fucks you with vigor, ignoring his own pleasure too rapidly building inside him again in exchange to watch your tits bounce, hear your gorgeous voice flood the air with each powerful ram. 
“Ugh—oh yeah, baby that’s it!” You cry, tilting your head up to the ceiling. “Fuck me, fuck me so good, baby!”
But his hips are rutting too high, too fast, breath coming out too shallow. “Oh—oh god, I’m gonna—Mommy fuck I can’t! I can’t stop, I’m gonna—!”
“Don’t you dare fucking cum, Joel,” you snap. Your pussy contracts around the width of his cock in a death grip, unable to stop the aggressive back and forth grind as you chase your orgasm.
He’s shaking his head, eyes squeezed shut as you start to cum around him. 
“Oh f-fuCK I can’t—ICAN’T!—I’m—FUCKfuck!—“ His balls draw tight as he releases thick spurts of his seed, load after load filling your convulsing cunt as he forces out harsh pants through clenched teeth—“Mommy I’m sorry! I’m cumming! I can’t stop—I can’t stop fuckin’ cummin—ohjesus I’M CUMMING.” He’s absolutely pouring buckets, each throb of his cock inside you pushes more cum deep into your convulsing womb. The two of you are moaning together in high tune, though his even more desperate, slightly pained after being denied all night.
You settle before he does, eerily quiet atop him as his staggered breaths and fluttering chest calms. When the fog in his mind clears, his eyes fly open, shame washing over him at what he’d done.
“M-Mommy I—“
But you don’t listen, slowly driving back down with his spent cock sloshing in and out of your drenched cunt.
“Ah!” He yells, fingers tightening around your waist in a plea to stop the overstimulation. You yank his wrists off of you and pin them above his head. With each rock of your hips, you feel his stomach tensing and releasing, unsure of the overburdening sensation you’re forcing on his poor dick.
“mmmfffff—nnoo, Mommy, No more, please!”
You still ignore him, rutting your ass back down on his dick now that it’s fully erected again. His seed spills down the base of his cock, wet slaps overlapping with his pathetic pants.
“AURRgghhHH!! I’m sorry! I’m sorry!” He begs. “I’m—Mommy—fuck—fuck I can’t!”
“You can and you will.” You state plainly, pace continuing without falter.
His shaking digits desperately try to collide with the death grip around his wrists. “Please, please, how can I make it up to you??”
You smile inwardly. The desperation in his hoarse yet sweet voice, his shaking limps both squirming away and subconsciously thrusting back up in to your tight heat, more, less, more, he’s so unsure of the overstimulation wracking his bones. You liked this Joel. You want to keep this Joel. 
And he knows. 
“We’re not done until you fuck a baby in me.”
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