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luveline · 3 months

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𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐨𝐨 𝐦𝐮𝐜𝐡? | 𝐞𝐝𝐝𝐢𝐞 𝐦𝐮𝐧𝐬𝐨𝐧

you finally work up the courage to kiss Eddie for the first time and he can’t cope (even if he claims he can). 2k words. requested here

cw fem!reserved/shy!reader, first kiss, heavy kissing, mutual pining, eddie being a hot dork

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Some people (Steve) call Eddie your loser boyfriend, while other people (the girls at work) call him the rockstar.

You see both sides of him now.

“Sweetheart!” he calls, the passenger seat window rolled down, his voice strong where he shouts behind the wheel. The van bumps the curve, leaving a sanguine line of rust in its wake and a creak to make everybody on the sidewalk wince.

“Hello,” you call back.

The van hums. You wait for him to be at a definite stop before you approach, hands on the open window, leaning up so as to see him best. It’s not just a usual date night tonight, Eddie’s taking you to Indianapolis for a rock show, and he’s dressed the part. “Woah, you look cool,” you say, bravely, wondering if that’s the right thing to say. It’s undoubtedly true —he’s slicked his curls with mousse to define them and leave them pitch black in accordance with his eyeshadow, dark and tapped into his lash line. The top he wears is incredibly tight, carving the softer lines of his abs for anyone to see, and his black jacket is ripped in places to expose the ink of his tattoos. “Are they multiplying?”

“What?” he asks, grinning at you. “Are you getting in? It’s freezing!”

“Your tattoos,” you explain, opening the door and popping up into the van with one shoe on the step.

“Shit, you wanna see?”

You’re not scared of Eddie, you just like him. He doesn’t worry you, doesn’t pressure you, nothing nefarious about him. He’s pretty, he’s considerate, and he does stuff like this, peeling out of his jacket to flex his arm at you and show you the Saran wrapping around his bicep. “Like that one?” he asks.

He has nice arms, and they’re all the better for his painful obsession. His newest one is difficult to see well under the wrapping. He notices you squinting and moves it up, tape pulling his skin.

“Another bat?” you ask.

“Not cool?”

“So cool,” you disagree. This bat is unlike the others on his arm, which are small and simple in comparison. This one is heavily detailed and very dark, fangs in small triangles bared. The eyes aglow. The skin around it is red. “Did you get that today?”

“On a whim. Still wanna date me, or is it getting to be too much?”

You can’t answer him, and he knows that. You’re not very good at navigating intimate conversation or circumstance, though you like him, and he must know that too. Or he must really like you. Your dates have been chaste. Only last time could you work up the courage to take his hand, but when you had, he rewarded your courage with a drove of tenderness, fingers rubbing your knuckles and squeezing soft patterns for hours at the back of the movie theatre.

The drive to Indianapolis takes near enough an hour. Eddie puts you on map duty but doesn’t use it, ignoring your offer of directions on the insistence that he knows a shortcut and then rerouting when you get too lost. He tells you there are snacks for you in the centre console and laughs, endeared, when you pop the lid and smile at it all. You talk about the show, a band you’d never heard of but had wanted to see on the grounds of sharing his interests. That’s what couples do, right? They try to do things together. You have to put yourself out of your comfort zone, and you’re happy to try if it means you can do it with him.

“You nervous?” he asks, pulling into the parking garage outside of the venue, a towering, multi-story fiasco crammed with cars and motorbikes.

“No,” you say, not quite mumbling as you look down at your hands.

“Good, don’t be. I’m gonna look after you, we’re gonna have a great time. And then we can get takeout after?” You look up. He stretches his arm out to glance at his watch. “I would’ve taken you before, but good old Indianapolis keeps getting further away.” He smiles apologetically.

You laugh without meaning to. His smile ramps up a notch.

“I love when you laugh. You have such a cute laugh,” he says.

“I know you’re lying,” you say, still laughing anyways.

“I’m not lying, I love the way you laugh!” He shakes his head, curls falling away from his face as he flicks on the light on the car roof. “We have half an hour till doors open.”

“You don’t wanna line up?”

“It’s kind of overwhelming and I figured we’d stay near the back of the crowd for your first gig here, it gets pretty rowdy.” He says ‘pretty rowdy’ like a drag, nodding gently, eyes lit with mirth. You love it when he talks like that.

“We can go now, get further in. I can handle it.”

“It’s not about handling it, I want you to have a good time. Plus, they could ruin your nice dress.”

You meet his gaze all smiles like he is, but heat flickers in your chest and in your stomach, and you have to look away. It’s an impulse you’ve always given into. You’re reserved in the feelings department but trying not to be, Eddie deserves reciprocation, but it’s hard. Either way, he seems to understand this about you, and he hasn’t complained.

Still, a bedraggled silence falls. Nearly awkward, unsure of how to tread, you sit together in your separate seats listening to cars parking and doors opening, closing on either side of you, the headlights of the cars driving past glaringly bright, white flashing over your screwed palms.

“You okay?” he asks.

You’re sure Eddie wants to kiss you. Three nights ago at the movies, after an hour of languid hand holding, he’d looked at your lips no less than three times as he said good night. He told you he’d had an amazing time, and that he couldn’t wait to see you again. You’d said the same in earnest, and then he’d just walked away. All those stolen glances and he hadn’t made a move.

“Eddie… why…” You poke your tongue into your bottom lip momentarily, chewing it over. “Why haven’t we kissed yet?”

“Um–” He lets out a nervous giggle before roughly clearing his throat. You peek at him, watching intently as he takes his hair away from his face with two hands. “I’m just waiting on you, sweetheart. No pressure.” He laughs as he talks, a picture of panic, “You’re sort of shy about that stuff, you know? I didn’t wanna surprise you.”

“But you do want to kiss me?” you ask unsurely.

He puts his hand on your knee, the space between you suddenly smaller and warmer, the light like white glaze on his pupils, illuminating his finer details. He has a mole nestled under his eyelashes too small to see until now; it catches your attention. You stare at him too long.

“Of course I do,” he says, eyebrows pinching together in concern. “I’ve wanted to kiss you since I met you.”

You nod and snap your head back to your lap. Why does he have to be so nice? You wish you’d listened to Steve, even if he was joking, you shouldn’t have ever said yes to Eddie, because now you’re terrified you can’t kiss him and you’ll ruin everything…

“Hey, it’s fine. I’m not waiting for anything. You can take your time or you could never kiss me, and I won’t care. I swear. I mean, I really want you to kiss me but I’ll find a way to cope, I’m sure.” He takes his hand from your leg softly. “Do you want my jacket? It’s cold out, n’ we should probably start walking.”

You pull your head up slowly.

He reads your hesitant expression. “I’m in no rush,” he promises, head ever so slightly ducked to yours.

Okay, you think. Okay, I can do this. You hold your breath and start to lean in. He falters, a millisecond of misunderstanding, before he recognises what you’re doing and smiles. He reaches for your waist with enough care to give you a chance to change your mind, and when you’re close enough to feel his breath, his lashes shutter.

You follow suit, blind, with nothing but your intuition as you press your lips to his.

With a feeling like the hum of the engine under your hands, you bring your fingers to his soft cheek and hold him still. He breathes in harshly, touches you far from it, his palm slipping behind your back to pull you in. You lean into it; it feels natural to give in, to turn your head one way and part your lips, to have him kiss back with heat and surprising sweetness.

You feel unlike yourself in a good way, falling back to kiss forward again, a third time, trying to chase the lulling bliss of his lips. The stomach aching want. Your hand chases across his cheek and into the curls behind his ear, needing him closer but not expecting the sound it elicits. He sighs into your lips and you flinch back, startled by the sensation.

Eddie rubs your back with his index finger, unjudging as you drop your head to catch your breath.

“You okay?” he asks quietly. You can hear his affection. It’s palpable.

You nod, a dizzy weight collected in your forehead, thankful when his free hand catches your cheek and he turns your face gently to the side. “I got too hot,” you confess, only half of the truth.

“It was pretty hot.” He smiles at you like you’re the only person in the world, like you’ve a secret only he knows. “Want me to turn on the A/C?”

“No, I–” want to kiss you again, you think. You might even tell him so, but he starts to blow on your face, disrupting any thoughts you’d had earlier. He purses his lips and blows cold breath on your cheek, a tenderness in his gaze and the tip of his thumb where it rests just under your eye. “Oh.”

This might be the most romantic thing anyone’s ever done for you. Your face feels precious in his careful hand, pretty under his longing look. You’re not scared when he encourages you back to his lips, your eyes quick to close, your hands across the gap of your seats to gather his shirt between tight fingers.

His kiss is a reflection of him. Loser, rockstar, he’s eager and his hands start to betray that, his kissing melty hot and addictive as the tip of his nose presses hard to yours. You turn your face to accommodate him better and that small action drives him crazy. He’s pulling you in, smiling into your mouth, making breathy sounds that’ll stick around in your head ten times as long as the tingles filling your chest as just kisses and kisses and doesn’t stop.

“M’sorry,” he says, pulling away, and then stealing another heavy, soft kiss like he couldn’t wait. “Sorry,” he apologises again, stroking the skin beside your eye to encourage you into opening them. “I’m not trying to get carried away. Just can’t believe you just kissed me.”

“No, it’s okay, I– I really wanted to.”

He kisses your cheek. You aren’t expecting it and you don’t know how to deal with it. It’s like kissing him has invigorated him, you’re a shot he knocked back, his excitement catching as he begs, “Close your eyes again, sweetheart, just one more–”

You raise your chin and he practically gasps, immediately pressing a last chaste kiss to your burning lips.

“I’m not always like this,” he promises, leaning away, his fingertips falling from your face to trace down your neck, your shoulder. “You’re just so fucking pretty I lost my mind. I’m on best behaviour from now on, swears.”

He raises his hand up in a scout’s honour.

You breathe out happily. “Thank you.”

“Oh my god. Quick, we better get out of this van before I lose my mind.” He shakes his head. “You’re insane. I have such a crush on you, holy fuck,” —he turns away from you and gets out of the van— “Jesus.”

You pull down the sun visor to check your reflection in the mirror. You look thoroughly kissed, eyes aglow with it.

“Fuck!” Eddie swears. You beam at yourself as he wraps on the window. “Come on, sweetheart! I have a concert to pretend to pay attention to.”

You slink out of your seat, brave enough to try for another kiss so long as it doesn’t kill him dead right here in the parking lot.

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urhoneycombwitch · 3 months

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eddie x latebloomer, virgin reader (so not self-projecting...) who isn't innocent or typically what people say is "virginal" (because virginity is a construct!) but still gets super nervous about heavy petting/sex because they've never done it before and don't want to be bad or weird and literally just flees at the confrontation

until that ovulation hits and r! is trying so hard to ignore it, squirming on Eddie's couch/bed and he's like 🤨 you ok? and then it just comes out in a whole word vomit that he's super hot and they're absolutely soaked but don't know what to do and it probably won't be good and they should just go home and eddies like... no big deal, I'll just eat you out, no penetration 🤷🏻

and when they do actually have sex later, I know Eddie talks R through it

ty for suggesting this anon! u got me inspired here's a lil blurb. also dedicated to @wdsara48 who asked for more inexperienced!reader content 🫡

+18 mdni: Eddie’s a bit clueless about the hormone cycle, oral (r receiving), cumming in pants (guess who), ovulation horny (™)

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On second thought, it was probably a really bad call to visit your boyfriend when you were this horny.

Which sounds silly, you know it does- who wouldn't want to visit their hot boyfriend at a time like this?- but you've really been enjoying taking it slow this time around. Eddie is the first boy you've dated who has totally and completely earned your trust when it comes to sex- he's never once pressured you to take your heated make-out sessions any further, pulling back and unwinding himself from you with spit-slick lips every so often to gauge your comfort level.

Is this okay? How are you feeling? Wanna take a break?

So kind. So considerate. So far away, in the kitchen, humming to himself while he fixes dinner, hair loose and curling around the shoulders of his tight Metallica tee. Every time he reaches over to stir the pot of chili on the stove, the lean muscles in his upper back and biceps curl and flex.

Hormones are flushing hot through your body, the couch you’re seated on feeling more and more confining by the second; you cross your legs at the ankle in an attempt to stave off the fidgeting, but when this causes the thick denim of your zippered jeans to press into the ache between your legs you are quick to uncross them again.

There’s a low-toned buzz that’s taken up residence in your hearing, like all the raging horniness has no place else to go- which is why you don’t hear Eddie the first time he speaks.

He’s standing at the edge of the living room now, hands on hips, one dark brow raised in your direction- “Earth to angel. You with me?”

“Huh?” You swallow harshly against the dryness in your throat (contrasted with the excess wetness in other places) and shake your head, slipping your hands underneath your thighs to sit on them and ground yourself a bit. “Sorry, I was zoning out. What’d you say?”

“I said you seem antsy tonight,” Eddie repeats, moving in to sit next to you, close enough for your knees to touch. “Had too much coffee or somethin’? Y’know, you really shouldn’t drink that stuff after noon. Not good for ya.”

He’s teasing, all smooth movements with an easy grin as he snakes an arm around your shoulders.

The smoke-sweet smell of his cologne floods your senses- musky and heady and this underlayer of something earthy, wild, that you could swear hits on a primal nerve by the way it makes your clit throb.

When you stiffen under Eddie’s arm, he reads your signal as one of discomfort, tsking at himself underneath his breath before starting to pull away. “Sorry, sweetheart, didn’t mean to make you-”

“No!” Your hand darts out to grab at his over your shoulder, keeping him from leaving, because if the warmth of his body pressed to your side stops you might actually die. “No, it’s not you. I promise. It’s me. I’m…”

Eddie watches you with mild concern as you flounder, mouth opening and shutting a few times before settling on just the truth- “I’m ovulating.”

He blinks. “Um. Shit. Do you need to go to the doctor? ‘Cuz the main office is definitely closed this time ‘a night but the ER is for sure open-”

You bend at the waist, pitching forward with a groan and cutting him off. With hot cheeks buried in your hands, your voice comes out muffled- “Didn’t you take sex ed, like, three times?”

“Sure did. Learned basic anatomy real well.” His palm has slid to your lower back, your shirt ridden up to expose a stripe of skin that his warm hand now rests on. “Help me out, princess. What’s goin’ on?”

With a pounding heart, you manage to sit up, looking down at your hands in your lap as you whisper, “Ovulation makes me, like, super horny.”

At first, you think he didn’t hear you, but after a beat of silence there’s a subtle shift in his posture, spine straightening.

“Oh.” Eddie’s hand on you doesn’t move but his other one smoothes down the line of his jean-clad thigh, clearing his throat before asking, “And do you wanna… do something about that?”

Mustering courage, you swivel slightly to look at him- the joking tone from earlier has drained out of his voice, and this is the shyest you’ve ever seen him: staring unseeing at his own lap, plucking at the knee of his jeans.

“Like what?” You ask, matching the same low tone he’s just used.

When Eddie looks back at you, that’s when you realize your mistake- his lack of eye contact wasn’t due to shyness. The way he’s looking at you now, dark chocolate eyes holding a steady gaze, it’s a wonder he’s been so restrained this whole time.

“Could eat you out. Only if you wanted, though.”

You shiver. Visibly.

A slow, half-tilted smile pulls at Eddie’s lips; he brings your free hand to his face and kisses your knuckles, then tugs you up with him to stand.

“C’mon. Let’s go to the bedroom.”

Cast in soft lamplight, Eddie closes the door to his room before cupping your face in his hands, cool rings against your cheeks. He kisses you gently, at first, plush lips notching in steady rhythm against yours; when you tug him in closer by his waist and slip your tongue between his teeth, he groans into your mouth.

He pulls away, wet click of your separating mouths loud in the quiet of the room before giving your hip a light tap. “Up on the bed, angel.”

You’re quick to comply, crawling backwards on the duvet, lust unfurling in your stomach as you rest half-propped on your elbows.

Eddie divests himself of his shirt in one fluid motion without taking his eyes from you. His pale skin gleams in the low light, silver chain and guitar pick necklace swinging as he moves to hover over you.

“You okay?” He asks, dark hair a curtain around both your faces as his bare torso presses against your clothed one.

When you nod, he ducks to kiss you again before sliding a hand up your shirt. “Good. ‘Cuz I don’t think I could stop even if I wanted to.”

You know he’s mostly joking- you and him have a safeword, and he’s always attentive to your body signals- but the pure desire that he’s kissing and touching you with is indicative of a boy who’s waited too long to be able to have you like this.

Eddie laps at your mouth, tongue twining with yours as his hand squeezes and molds the fat of your breast through your bra as both your nipples stiffen in response. When his knee slots between your thighs, you moan, hips jolting up to chase the friction.

“Can I…” you’re panting, forehead crushed to Eddie’s as you search for the words. “I want your mouth, on me- please.”

You’re rarely ever so communicative, usually hidden away behind a wall of reservations that are totally melted away now. Eddie makes a noise like he’s been punched, sucks at a spot behind your ear that causes your hips to rock forward again, then says, “Yeah, sweetheart, yeah. You can have my mouth. Fuck.”

While he kisses down the slope of your neck, between your clothed breasts, your bare stomach where your shirt’s been rucked up, he’s muttering (to himself, to you, hard to say): “‘Course you can have my mouth. Have it wherever you want it. Christ. Should’a asked for it sooner. Give you anything you want.”

Eddie pops the button on your jeans and you lift your hips so he can pull them completely off your body; when he sees the wet patch of arousal darkening your baby blue underwear he chokes out another curse before working the fabric down your hips and tossing them to the ground.

“Gonna let me taste you, baby?” he asks, stretching his lower half out on the mattress and pulling your legs over his shoulders, his mouth inches from your soaked core. Eddie looks up at you, face bracketed by your thighs, pupils blown out with desire, waiting for your go-ahead.

“Please,” you murmur, stretching out a hand to pet at the crown of his head.

His eyes flutter shut for a moment with your touch; when he presses a kiss to the top of your cunt, your hand tightens in his hair, his resulting hum of encouragement vibrating against your clit.

Eddie flattens his tongue and licks a wide stripe up your folds, spreading the wetness from your leaking hole up to mouth sloppily at your clit; when he sucks the bundle of nerves into his mouth, your elbow supporting your half-propped frame gives out and you pitch back against the covers.

“There- ah- shit, there, Eddie…” you sound wrecked already, voice husked with the strain of holding back whines. Normally, you’d be so in your head about the exposing condition you’re in, but at this point you’re too wound up to care, Eddie’s tongue against the beating heart of you coaxing that tightness in your stomach closer and closer to snapping.

His nails bite in where his hands span the width of your thighs, holding you against his mouth even as your legs tremble and hips twist jerkily with each sweep of his tongue; Eddie gives one last suck to your clit then follows the line of your cunt down, down with his tongue to prod at your sodden entrance.

When his tongue slides into you with a wet squelch, obscenely loud in the otherwise quiet room, you both moan in tandem- your hand in his hair tightens to near-brutal, and the bed underneath you both tremors with the jolt of Eddie’s hips rutting into the mattress.

He sets a steady pace with his tongue, fucking it in and out of you as his nose nudges against your clit. That coil in your stomach is starting to make all your muscles tense up, your thighs locking Eddie in place (who seems to only be spurred on with each constriction of your body).

“Gonna come?” The lower half of his face is coated in your slick as he takes a brief pause to kiss at your inner thigh, one hand coming to rest on your tummy, pinning you down. “C’mon, baby. Let me see it.”

Your body obeys, tension snapping as his mouth returns to your cunt, a high whine of “Eddie Eddie Eddie” that you don’t bother to hide this time loosening from your throat as everything around you bursts and crashes into orgasm.

Toes curling against Eddie’s lower back, cunt spasming around his tongue, Eddie fucks you through it and then some, his own hips mindlessly grinding down as your release triggers his own, spilling warm into his boxers while your high spirals out.

When the spams of your pleasure turn over into aftershocks, Eddie comes up for air, pressing one last kiss to your overstimulated cunt before crawling up your body to lie on top with his head in the crook of your neck.

“Fuck,” you say aloud to the ceiling, breathless, arms automatically encircling the boy. “Holy shit.”

“I’ll say.” Eddie’s breath cools over the sticky patch he kissed into your skin, his mouth still wet with your release. He gathers enough energy to plant his elbows on either side of your head, looking down at you, suddenly serious. “So um… how often do you get ovi- ovel… like this? Once a year or somethin’?”

The laugh shakes out of your chest before you can stop it; you reach up to tuck Eddie’s curls behind his ears, your previous bashfulness having been tongue-fucked out of you.

“Eddie Munson, do I have news for you.”

#lu’s anons #e.m. thots from lu #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson smut #eddie x inexperienced!reader #eddie munson x you

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ramonathinks · 9 months

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lesson— onyankopon short short short drabble

warnings: (18+) gunplay, ony is in the mafia, mention of violence, cursing, dirty talk, established relationship, fingering (with a gun 💔💔 crazy ik), she/her pronouns

summary: onyankopon teaches you how to shoot a gun for the first time.

“now, you hold it like this.” he helps your body relax, with his hands circling your waist so slightly and his mouth close to the back of your neck.

“can’t believe my pretty girl wants to learn how to do this… don’t you know I’ll protect you? you’re way too soft and sweet for this…” he’s said that about a million times before and he continues to say it, making it more and more clear that he didn’t want to do this. but with his hand on your waist, he kicks your feet more apart — helping you with your stance.

“deep breaths.” you shiver when he says that so close to your ear. “you can’t freeze up, when the moments right you have to make the shot, a skilled person won’t hesitate… no matter how pretty you are, okay? so you can’t take too long. you just got to do it.”

but it was harder said than done. you knew that life with him was dangerous and sometimes even with a million bodyguards that something could happen. you needed to be prepared for it at all costs. “relax your shoulders, make it natural. you’re too tense.” he pinches your shoulders and they drop a bit.

“this is my first time holding a gun, im holding someone’s life in my hands, of course im tense!” you whine, you could feel the tears welling up in your eyes yet again. even though this was your idea and a way to be in his world, it was still so much pressure. you swallowed and your lips quivered. “i just… i wanna be able to do this when i need to but im scared. imma be so useless…”

“hey, look at me…” he taps your chin and you drop your stance. “just being able to admit that you wanna be able to protect yourself is a bit step, remember that. i don’t plan on you ever having to use this this custom baby pink hello kitty gun… i got it for you because you asked. you learned how to put all the bullets in, week one, you learned how to clean it and unjam it, make sure it’s not on the safety. you’re badass mama. stop being mean to yourself… you need me to teach you a lesson?”

that’s how you ended up in the position you were in.

he circled the gun on your clit, dragging it down and watching you twitch. your wetness already all over the gun and he couldn’t help but smile, a twisted little smile. using his fingers he spread your lips a bit more and pressed the gun to your entrance.

then his gun inside of you, twisting and entering you. “so fucking wet. you tryna jam my gun baby? you’re so dirty…” he continues to stretch you out, your juices coating the gun and dripping on to your shared bed.

you dug your fingers into his wrist, trying to get him to slow down at least. “ony— ony, baby… slow down.” but your legs shook and your hips grinder deeper.

“you fucking soaking my glock and you think i can stop? im gonna fuck this pussy up, show you not to talk about what’s mine… don’t ever want to hear you saying anything bad about yourself.” his dick jumped in his pants when he saw your eyes haze over.

“can i just…” your eyes had stars in them. “need to put you in my mouth, let me say sorry.”

your were salivating.

#aot smut #aot fanfiction #aot #aot fic #aot drabble #aot x y/n #aot x black reader #aot x you #aot x reader #aot x female reader #aot x black y/n #onyankapon #onyankopon x black y/n #onyankopon smut #onyankopon snk #onyankopon x reader #aot onyankopon #ramonaᝰ

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suguruplsr · 4 months

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it takes two! wait— or is it three?

✰ they’re such big meanies! at least they were only teasing..

satoru x fem! reader x suguru , threesome , dirty talk , use of pet names , fingering + mentions of squirting + sucking fingers , they’re kinda mean , satosugu implications , light masturbation , they talk abt how they’re gonna fuck u , teasing/edging , clit + nipple + cum play , you pass out in the end

Divider @/chachachannah

your best friends had you crying all night, fucking you all rough and mean with their cocks fighting to get inside your warm cunny. but dumping their fat loads inside you wasn’t enough, not enough for men like satoru and suguru at least.

“fuck. it’s practically squirtin’ out of her.” satoru moans, he was in front of your puffy cunt, siting on your bed on his knees and watching you squirm in suguru’s hold, who had you sat on his lap. two of his fingers were deep in your pussy, moving in a ‘come hither’ motion and forcing globs of previous cum to come out, dripping onto your bed. “yea? s’messy?” suguru hums, his free hand giving your shaking thigh a small spank as a sign for you to stop moving.

and you whimper in response, feeling embarrassed as satoru’s eyes gleam once suguru pulls his fingers out to spread your folds. “uh huh. can’t believe we got her that full~” he coos, hand flying down to stroke his already leaking cock while suguru kisses your cheek, rubbing your soaked folds. “mm, wanna cum baby? we’ve been neglecting you haven’t we?” suguru murmurs, voice sweet with a slickly undertone that makes your mushy mind swirl. “mhm! wanna cum so bad sugu! please?” you whine, biting your bottom lip and watching satoru intently.

his cock is long, not as much girth as suguru’s but always enough to bump against your cervix every time. and the tip is red, practically aching as little spurts of cum fall out when he strokes it, hand tight around it. your pussy throbs from the sight, mewling when suguru stuffs your cunt in one swift motion. “so shameless, baby. lookin’ at me like you wanna eat me up.” satoru grins, voice breathy and laced with need as he stops before letting the tight feeling in his lower body build.

but you can’t respond because suguru presses right where you need him, applying pressure on your g-spot, making you whimper. “bet she does. and she was complainin’ all about being tired. little liar huh?” suguru tsks as you lean back into his sweaty chest, eyes rolled back and body trembling, trying to stop yourself from thrashing in his hold. “n-no! really am tired!” you cry out. it was true, you swear! if he wasn’t fucking you with his fingers so good, then you could pass out in seconds.

“i don’t think she needs to cum then..” satoru sighs, faux disappointment on his face as he raises your thighs around him, moving closer to your and suguru’s merged bodies, and suguru halts in thought. almost considering his words, and you aren’t having it. “oh? what’s wrong? i’m just sayin’, hun.” you were glaring at satoru through your blurry eyes, a pout gracing your beautiful features, “but i do! please, tell him suguru! i only came once t’night.” you tilt your head up on his shoulder, eyes full of want and hope.

yet, it all comes crashing down once you see that mean and sick smile curl on suguru’s face. “hm? he does have a point.” suguru kisses your forehead, and you thinks he’s the devil the way his fingers turn into thrusting inside your pussy. but he keeps them slower than how you want it, not letting you feel the pleasure you want. “w-what? but i really wanna cum. please?” your voice breaks, eyes watering and you’re just so cute. satoru leans in, kissing the single tear that slips down your cheeks.

“but you just said you want it, not that you need it sweetheart~” satoru sings, pressing a finger on your clit, working together with suguru to tease you. “contradicting yourself hun, s’okay. maybe beg a little more and satoru will say yes. y’know he’s weak.” suguru sighs, putting his chin on top of your head and locking eyes with the other man, who scoffs in disagreement. your mind doesn’t work right with how you’re trapped between them, muscular and large chests around you. and they’re treating you like you don’t know a single thing.

as much as you want to fight back, you can’t help but let your sex-ridden mind fall victim to their mocking, clenching around suguru’s fingers.

“toruu, please? i need ta’ cum so bad! don’t be mean. please?” you interrupt their bickering, a hand reaching out to drag along his chest. the way satoru looks down at you makes you understand why people feel discouraged under his gaze. you try to hold eye contact, but suguru’s thumb rolls over your clit, making your free and immediately grip his large thigh tight. suguru chuckles, “what d’you say, toru? i bet she’s so pretty right now isn’t she?” his darkened eyes looked at satoru expectantly, as if coaxing him in. and satoru huffs, leaning back in and kissing you hungrily.

suguru’s laugh rings through the room as he watches you two fight against each other’s lips, his hands finally going back into curling in your pussy. “yeaaa she is. just wanna make her cry s’more. love it when she gets like this.” satoru’s groan makes you whine, trying to push him away as suguru brings a hand up to your tits. “aw, but you wanted this~ wanna cum right? oh i’ll let you cum alright.” satoru mocks you, a fake look of disappointment crossing his expression as he goes down to suck your nipples.

“y’r bullying me.” you tuck out your bottom lip, brows furrowed as suguru pushes his fingers deeper, his head moving into your shoulder to escape the throw of your head. “oh? pretty baby’s gettin’ all worked up huh?” suguru hums, fingers constantly curling so perfectly into your pussy to abuse that sweet spot of yours. you nod your head quickly as satoru’s tongue rolls over your perked bud, squeezing the flesh with one hand while his other intertwined with suguru’s to mess with your other tit.

“being so dramatic. but can you make her cum sugu~ promise i’ll let you fuck her face out.” satoru grins, eyes flickering up to suguru, who smirks, pairing his thumb and fingers to move in sync, pressing your clit and fucking your pussy relentlessly, thick fingers not giving you a break. “oh! f-fuuuuck, ngh, suguru!” you moans are quick to grace their ears, your body trembling under them as they help you reach your climax.

you’re so beautiful, shaking and crying, sweet sounds escaping those ruined lips of yours as you feel your tummy tighten up. “shit. gonna make a mess f’me? gonna make all that sweet sweet cum spill out. make sure you say thank you too~” satoru teases, a bringing his a hand down to rub your stomach that was full of their seeds. “yea… wanna hear you say, ‘thank you sugu’ in that cute whiny voice of yours.” suguru kisses your chin, licking up some of the tears that slowly slipped down your face. “okay..” you whimper, stammering as satoru helps suguru keep your clit stimulated.

you feel like something’s about to burst within you, senses livid and drawing your mind blank. “thank you sugu!” you cry out, creaming all around his fingers, pussy throbbing and practically crying with you as you experience your high. satoru whistles at the sight of cum sticking to his counterparts fingers, only getting more messier each time suguru pushes them in to collect your sweet goodness. “fuck. is she ruining the blanket? i might have to eat her out first now.” suguru sighs, pulling his fingers out and raising them to satoru, who quickly pulls them into his mouth, humming in satisfaction and agreement.

your eyes flicker, open and close, as you watch satoru suck suguru’s fingers, cum coating his tongue once he starts lolling it around the digits. “so fucking good. f-fuck. i get to have her face first then? i need to cum really bad.” satoru whines, his dick is probably going to explode if he doesn’t get it somewhere in you. suguru chuckles, pulling his hand away and bringing it back to your soaping cunny, dragging two fingers along your folds. “i guess. don’t get too happy toru. you don’t get to cum until i say so.” suguru smiles, cum soaked fingers going to play with satoru’s aching tip.

“suguru.” satoru heaves, muscles visibly contracting as he falls prey to the dark haired males teasing. “wait— i think she passed out.” he quickly points out, giving a sigh of relief once suguru diverts his attention back to your slumped form, “huh, oh well. i guess we can fuck the sleep out of her. or.. continue without her. you really need to cum, right?” suguru’s smug, eyes meeting satoru’s after he lays your sleeping body on the other side of the bed. and satoru almost wishes he didn’t get too caught up in his fun.

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number1jeonginstan · 6 months

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Heyyy!!! I just wanted to ask if u could write this very interesting idea of mine. Chan making you roll a dice and what number you roll, is the amount of thrust you take. But you keep calling him daddy and he can't hold back anymore so he starts pounding u like a pup in the heat. NO PRESSURE totally fine if you don't feel comfortable writing this. But just thoughts. Have a nice day/night!💗

A/N: YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW EXCITED I WAS TO WRITE THIS. Like I wanted to write it as soon as I got this, but I got really sick so writing has been on the back burner, but I hope I did your ask justice with my writing. ALSO, my mentions are still open y'all so....

wc: 1.2k (not enough in my opinion 😔)

warnings: 18+ only, minors do not interact, unprotected sex, afab!reader, reader is called slut, daddy kink (obvi), some fluff as well because I love fluff

It was the first day Chan had off in ages. It was the afternoon and you were snuggled up on his bed, laying on top of him, head on his chest watching a movie. “All I’m saying is Andrew Garfield is hot.” You said with a shrug, eating another piece of popcorn. Chan was above you rolling his eyes.

“You think everyone is hot,” he said stealing a sip of your drink. You lift your head from his chest looking up at him, “You can’t possibly deny it, look at him.”

“I never thought you had a thing for skinny white guys, maybe I should stop going to the gym?” before he could tease you even more you quickly shouted out a “No!”

“If you stop going to the gym, it better be for yourself, you know I love you no matter what,” you said giving him a big hug. He kissed your forehead as you both fell back into a comfortable silence.

An hour had passed and you both finally finished the movie. You got up from the bed, stretching your body since you were both lying down on the bed. Chan was still on the bed, stretched out like a starfish. “What should we do next? Do you want to play a board game?” you asked trying to put all the dishes you guys ate from earlier away.

“Yeah we can do that, I think it would be fun,” you said whilst pulling out Monopoly from the stack of board games you both had accumulated over the last two years of Friday game nights with the rest of the members.

“If you get park place again, I will never talk to you again.”

“Chan stop being such a baby,” you said while rolling your eyes. “You love it though,” he said whilst pouting, placing a kiss on your cheek.

You both finally got into the groove of playing the game, giggling at each other throughout it. “Hey! You are cheating, you can’t steal money from the bank.” Chan said swatting your hand away from the pile of money lying on his bed. “Oh come on,” you groaned, “I purposely gave you Park Place this time.”

“What! I won that place fair and square.” he looked at you with a confused face. “You keep telling yourself that Channie,” you said patting his cheek.

“Oh, you wanna play that game?” he said while dragging you on top of his lap messing up the game along the way. “I was about to win” you whined. “Were you, were you really?” he said while kissing your lips.

“Yes!” you said while kissing him back. “If you want to play a game, I have a great one for us to play,” he said with his signature smirk. “Mhm, and what would that be?”

“We still have this die,” he said while rolling it in his hands, “let’s have some fun with it.”

“What do you have in mind” you asked looking up to him, still on his lap. “Why don’t we play a game? You roll the dice two times, and I multiply whatever it is.”

“Okay?” you asked a bit confused. “Sweetheart, you didn’t let me finish. Whatever that number is, is the number of times I’ll thrust into you.” He said with a coy smile, “Don’t you think that will be fun baby?”

You hesitantly agreed, thinking that, with luck by your side, you would roll all 5’s and 6’s, but you were so wrong.

“Please Channie, I just need you to fuck me” you pleaded. You were underneath him, his cock rutting in and out of you to whatever you rolled the dice to. “Please, I need you in me,” you whined.

“But I’m already in you unless you want me to stop?” he said while slowly slipping out of you. “Wait!” you stopped him and he stilled in you. You quickly rolled the dice twice, not wanting him to stop. “You rolled three twice, so that means 9 thrusts doesn’t it? Should we make the best of it sweetheart?” he said whilst rubbing your clit.

You just nodded, wanting to feel him inside of you. He slowly thrust inside of you, wanting you to feel every inch of his cock, every vein as your pussy clenched around him. “You are such a good girl, taking my cock so well.”

His words made you clench around him, moaning at the way he was hitting so deep inside of you. You could cum with just his cock inside of you, the stretch being so big that he had to always prep you so well, just to take it. But him fucking you so sensually and slowly was getting you nowhere.

“I need more” you moaned, feeling him particularly deep inside of you. “Awe, is my cock not enough? Do you need to get fucked like a slut? I don’t think I can do that baby, you gotta take it like a good girl. Maybe roll higher next time and I can fuck you faster.”

It was torture and he knew it, you were squirming underneath him. “Roll again,” he said while kissing your forehead and you did “6 and 6 this time sweetheart, guess I’m going a bit faster.”

He began pounding into you and you couldn’t control yourself “Fuck daddy, it feels so good.” You didn’t mean to say that, you had never called him daddy before and you had no idea how he would react, before you could even apologize, he began pounding into you.

“Fuck baby, you like that? Do you need daddy to fuck you til you forget your own name?” you just moaned, he was fucking you so good your tongue was loling out to the side. “Come on baby, answer daddy. Do you like my cock fucking into you like the little slut you are?”

“Yes daddy, so good daddy, I’m gonna cum” you said as he began circling your clit simultaneously. You couldn’t control yourself, he was pounding into you so well

“Fuck baby, be a good girl and cum for me, cum on daddy’s cock okay. You can do that for daddy right baby?” you just nodded, your walls squeezing him tighter as he started thrusting inside of you harder. “Will be a good girl for daddy, gonna cum on his cock” you hiccuped as you finally felt that strand in your stomach snap.

You were cumming all over his cock as he continued to rut inside of you. “Where do you want me to cum baby? Where do you want daddy to cum?”

“Inside of me please” you whimpered and he started pounding into you. “Fuck want daddy’s cum don’t you baby? Want daddy to fill you up.”

“Fuck” he groaned as he stilled inside of you painting your walls with his hot cum. He laid next to you, still inside. “Where did the daddy come from baby?” he asked kissing your forehead. “I have no idea, but I’m glad I did because I think that was the best orgasm I’ve ever had,” you said with a giggle.

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3rachaslut · 7 months

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i saw the virgin partner post and i just want to say that we need a VIRGIN SKZ version of it!, like what they think about it and how it feels and how excited they're about it it'd be also really nice it was written with dots like a headcanon that fits their personality and what are they most likely to do!

i hope I'm not asking too much and please ignore this ask if you're uncomfortable no pressure at all! 💖

okay so i may have gotten slightly carried away with this one but the thought of of virgin!SKZ x fem experienced reader is adorable ahh

warning; smut obvs but mainly fluff MINORS DNI !!

(not proof read, please forgive any mistakes)

HYUNG LINE; virgin!skz x fem!reader

chan

he would be so nervous on how to approach the topic that he’s ready to have sex with you. like, you two would be watching a film and he’s tickling you and down your thigh whilst PANICKING.

“y/n, i think i’m ready?” “ready for what baby?” “you know…” and your eyes would light up at his words. you would bring him in to the longest, most loving kiss ever and he feels like a weight has come off his shoulder now he’s actually SAID it!

he would definitely be giving you oral for so long just to try and psych himself up for what’s to come. he’s so so excited but so nervous. he wants to impress you so bad but all you want is for him to enjoy himself.

once the time finally comes he is hesitant but mainly because he feels so much pressure to make you feel good. “relax baby, enjoy it. i know i will” you would say as you bring him in to a kiss whilst rubbing his cheeks to calm him down and when he pushes into you, he ASCENDS. i’m talking, eyes rolling back and the WHIMPERS he’s letting out- oh my god.

“you can go faster baby, ah ‘feel so big inside me oh fuck-“. he’s so careful not to hurt you though because when i tell you chan has a BIG dick i mean that shit with my entire chest. he may have never had sex before but my god he knows what to do with his cock. you’d be a moaning mess and so would he. the whines he would let out whilst telling you he’s “cl- close..close” and the way you would grip him whilst clenching around him would tip him over the edge.

he’s trying his best to still buck into you as his orgasm hits him like a tonne of bricks and he’s moaning SO. LOUD. he would collapse into you after coming down from his climax and cover your flushed face full of kisses and tell you how fucking amazing you felt and how he can’t wait to make love to you again and again and again….

lee know

you’d be straddling him on the couch, yet again lost in the filthiest make out session. you’d be grinding on his thigh so desperately when he says “-wanna fuck you babe”. your eyes widen so big and you have to check you heard correctly. “what?” you say, “i said, i wanna fuck you” and he’d instantly be taking your clothes off. you don’t stop to question where his sudden confidence has come from because you’re too damn thrilled about the situation. he’d be so hungry for you, like he’d be running his hands up and down all of you whilst he takes your nipple in his mouth and lapping at it like a starved man.

unlike channie, lee knows nerves wouldn’t be so obvious but i swear this man is petrified inside, he just won’t let on that he is AT ALL. his dirty talk is the same as usual though, saying the filthiest things in your ear as you become more and more horny, wanting, no, needing him more than ever.

he’d lay you down on your bed and undress the rest of you whilst trailing kisses everywhere your clothes leave your skin. “so beautiful baby, you’re so beautiful” he’d say and you’d blush, remember what this foreplay would end in. he’s so eager to fuck you omg. he’d be telling you how badly he wants you whilst he preps you and his words truly get you going. you’re getting wetter and wetter at the thought.

before he enters you he’d say “you ready babe?” and omg you are more than ready. the moment he enters you, he lets out the loudest moan you’ve ever heard and you whine at his size. you knew he was big but having him inside you was another story. he’d speed up slightly and every time he’d hit your sweet spot, you’d make the most beautiful noises that turn him on so much. he definitely wouldn’t last long but it’s his first time so you can’t blame him at all.

“think.. ah- think i’m gonna cum baby fuck-“ he says whilst frantically bucking into you, his thrusts getting sloppier as he gets closer to his release. you’d clench around him tighter and he MOANS so loud. cusses and ah-s leave him mouth with every breathe as he cums inside you and he would lay on top of you afterwards stroking your hair and kissing all over your face until you both fall asleep….

changbin

he’d be on top of you, kissing your neck and caressing your face, whispering in you ear how beautiful you are. “baby..” he would say, sounding really nervous and you can’t help but think how cute he is. what you weren’t expecting was him to tell you how he is ‘ready’. “what?” you’d say, sure you must have misheard. “i’m ready.. to have sex with you” he would say and the blush on his face is crimson. “okay” you nod your head, smiling at his shyness.

the closer and closer he gets to your pussy as he’s trailing kissing all down your body, the more his nerves become apparent. he would be eating you out for AGESS, forcing his body to buck up the courage to just fuck you. your fingers are in his hair, tugging slightly and he’s whimpering at that, sending shock waves to your pussy with each moan and at this point you’re DESPERATE for him but don’t wanna add more pressure on him by saying “please binnie, i want you so much.”

once he’s ready, he would be caressing your legs and thighs and say “can i.. put it in now?” with uncertainty and shy eyes and you melt at his cuteness. “please!” you beg, absolutely dying for him to. when he enters you, he would let out the longest sigh ever, stilling inside you once he bottoms out and just taking in the feeling of you clenching around him. his eyes would be roll back and his mouth agape.

at first he be hesitant to start thrusting in case it felt too good and was scared he wouldn’t last long. “oh my god baby, you feel amazing ah-“ he’d mewl, his face contorting ever so slightly at your pussy taking all of him in so good. your head would be thrown back in bliss but you’re aching for him to go faster. “please binnie, faster. want you” you’d practically beg and he’d oblige, speeding up slightly and you’d start to moan louder. the feeling of your cunt around him mixed with your moans brings him closer to his orgasm. you knew he was gonna come fairly quick since it was his first time so you didn’t mind, if anything, you thought it was super cute.

“sorry baby, but- ah- i’m so- close” he’d gasp through whimpers, his voice slightly higher than usual. he would be thrusting into you as best as his hips would let him, faltering at the overwhelming pleasure around his cock. “s’okay baby, so good. you wanna cum, then cum babe” you’d say, staring into his eyes and he crumbles. seeing you underneath him looking into his eyes as he fucks you send waves of pleasure to his cock and he he’s quick to cum inside you, eyes scrunched closed and high pitched gasps leaving his mouth every second.

he would collapse on top of you after he comes down from his high and you’d praise him for doing “so good”. he would be so shy, he’d press his face into your neck and you’d let out an affectionate giggle at him. “i love you” he’d say as you kiss his temple and stroke up and down his biceps. “i love you too baby”….

hyunjin

hyune would be stroking up and down your leg, yet again not even making in through the first ten minutes of the movie you and him agreed to watch. you’d look at him and cheekily say “what are you doing hyunjinnie?” already knowing where this is going. “just feeling my princess” he’d lean in towards you and kiss you slowly but so deeply. your make out sessions always felt so full of love and this time was no different. his hands would come to cup your cheeks and he’d pull away, look into your eyes. “y/n..” “yes hyune?” you’d say, gazing into his beautiful eyes, waiting for him to speak. “i wanna make love to you, like, properly”. at first, you wouldn’t know what to say but once he gives you a smile.

you’d pounce onto him pulling him into kiss you. straddling him, you’re both smiling into the kisses you’re sharing and he’s gently unbuttoning your pj top. his kisses would be trailing down from your lips to your jaw, your neck to your chest. he would take your nipple into his mouth and you’d throw your head back in pleasure, grinding onto his thigh in desperation to feel something on your sore clit. you’d moan down his ear at the way he flicks your nipple around in his mouth with his tongue and gently bites down sending more waves of pleasure straight to your pussy. “hyune…” you’d whine, the knowledge of knowing what’s to come making you more and more horny. “what is it my love?” “need you” you’d say breathlessly, your thrusts on his thighs speeding up and he chuckles at how cute you are. he’d lay you down on the sofa, making you comfortable as he takes hus clothes off, the sight of his naked body never failing to take your breath away.

the gentle rubs he would give your clit have your toes curling and he’s desperate to feel you around him. “please jinnie..” you’d beg, needing him inside you so bad. he’d smile fondly at you beneath him as he lines his cock up to your entrance, gasping slightly at the amazingly foreign feeling. you’d close your eyes but he’d say “look at me baby girl, want to look at my princess” and he’d push in slowly, his mouth falling open and you reciprocate. the new feeling having you both overwhelmed with pleasure. you’d wrap your legs around him, bring in him in closer and he’d moan so loud as he bottoms out inside you. he’d lean down to be face to face with you, kissing you longingly as he begins to thrust into you, his cock dragging along your walls making you feel dizzy. “fuck- you feel so good darling” he’d say as his trails kisses town your neck, sucking gently at the skin and leaving love bites as a temporary reminder of this moment with you.

“so beautiful, my princess” he’d whisper in your ear and you’d fall in love with him all over again. his thrusts would begin to speed up slightly, hitting your sweet spot over and over again, the pleasure in your stomach threatening to tip you over the edge. “fuck hyune- you feel so fucking good in me ah-“ you’d say and he’d whimper in response, a string of ah’s leaving his mouth tell you he’s close. “so beautiful angel, i’m gonna- ah-“ he’d mewl, words shaky and his thrusts into you becoming messier and his legs tremble as he reaches his climax. “jinnie please!” you’d beg, unsure of what for but he cums at your pleas, whimpering and moaning curses into your ear. he would plant kisses all over your flushed face and tell you again how pretty you are, his “pretty girl”….

#skz smut #stray kids smut #stray kids x y/n #stray kids #lee know smut #bang chan smut #changbin smut #hyunjin smut #skz x reader #skz imagines #stray kids imagines

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konigsblog · 4 months

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Orla! Don’t listen to people trying to bring you down! Some of us like to read dark content like Kidnapper!Farmer!König, besides — Jesus Christ, you always put a warnings???

Would love to see more of this König scenario 🖤

this is such an old request and i'm so sorry, im only now just getting through these!! :( and thank you so much, i really appreciate your support <33 🎀

more kidnapper!farmer!könig, you say..? :3

tw/cw; kidnapping, weird and unusual punishments

kidnapper!farmer!könig can be so questionable with his punishments. when you talk back to him, he might stuff a carrot down your throat for misbehaving, watching you gag on it weakly. i mean, it's better than it being his lengthy cock, but he's secretly just training you to be able to take something long down your throat.

he can be so cruel to you. instead of sleeping on a comfortable bed, you sleep chained to the end of his bed with a collar wrapped tightly around your neck. he even puts out a bowl of water for you to drink, making you act like a dog as some unusual, cruel and degrading punishment. he gets off at the sight of it too; watching you eagerly do so like the zealous, obedient toy you are for him. :(

when he lets you sit outside on the porch, you're chained the fence, with rope burn across your body and bruises from harsh punishments. he'll occasionally bring over a basket of blueberries, handfeeding you them and encouraging you to speak. but, because he pressures you to talk to him, you can't help but get nervous and start crying when he asks you too many overwhelming questions. you look away, not wanting to see the cruel smirk plastered on his stupid face.

“do you need to sit inside for a little, my dear? or are you going to stop whining at me?” he asks, his large hand already gripping at your collar. he's glad that you wanna stay outside, enjoy august's heat and watch as he milks the cow's utters. but, if you want to go inside, you're forced to stare at a wall ‘til you can learn to be less sensitive and emotional. :(

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tommydarlings · 2 years

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Isn’t it funny? | c.s

pairing: mean!dom!carlos x sub!reader

warnings: smut, chocking, spitting, orgasm denial, dacryphilia

w/c: 1k

summary: Carlos doesn’t find it so funny when your laughing while he’s trying to talk some sense into you, so he decides to fuck you until you can’t laugh anymore.

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You knew that Carlos was the jealous type of guy, you knew that literally the fact that your looking at another man makes him a bit jealous, doesn’t matter if it’s some random stranger or his teammate Charles, he got jealous.

But you also always tried to explain it to him. How your his, how your his girlfriend to love and his women to do whatever he wants with in bed, completely his. But Carlos was never really the type to understand something like that.

“Yes, your right baby-”

“Don’t fucking baby me now y/n.”

You sighed and looked at him before he threw his black blazer off and put it harshly over the wooden chair in the kitchen you two were currently in.

“Yes, your right Carlos, I did had a conversation with this man while you were grabbing some drink for all of us, but I didn’t flirt with him-”

Your fiancé laughed quietly as he fixed his hair before he spoke up,

“You were looking at him like you wanna drop on your knees infront of him right now while everyone is watching!” He raised his voice a bit after he muttered a quick 'mierda' shit under his breath.

You shook your head with a tiny little grin before you quickly rubbed it of off your face, desperately hoping Carlos didn’t catch it. And now guess what he did. He caught it.

“Oh so you think it’s funny, huh?” he stated immediately after noticing your funny facial expression. “So fucking funny to flirt with other man while your having a ring on your finger, isn’t it?”

You couldn’t collect the strength to look up at him so you just looked down onto the floor while fiddling with your fingers before you noticed how he was suddenly staring infront of you. “¿Qué tal si muestro lo que es realmente gracioso, eh?” How about I show you what’s really funny, huh?

You quickly swallowed as you felt his hand brushing a piece of hair behind your ear with a smile on his face, looking totally sane and not like he was thinking about something unholy at all.

— — —

“What did you do?” Carlos asked you with heavy breathing before he wrapped his hand around you throat and applied a bit of pressure as he looked into your eyes. Carlos didn’t stop hammering his hips into yours. His dick moving in and out of your wet pussy with a fast pace while he was holding your one leg away so it was impossible for you to close your legs.

You shook your head with a groan while you were tightly grabbing the bedsheets as you closed your eyes and threw your head back, feeling your orgasm coming closer. You moaned at the sight of Carlos head being tilted down with squeezing his eyes, whispering a quick 'joder' fuck under his breath.

With a tight grip on your neck and ankle, Carlos spoke up again,

“Answer me when I ask you a question zorra.” slut

You moaned and quickly grabbed his wrist that was tightly holding your head in place before you finally were able to mutter some words,

“I-I flirted w-with him Carlos p-please, I’m s-so sorry.” You begged desperately while you were a whining mess. Your fiancé slowly leaned forward and whispered into your ear before he gently kissed your temple, doing all of that while he was still ramming his hard cock into your drenched cunt,

“Es una buena chica.” That’s a good girl

“Carlos, I-I'm gonna-”

“I know cariño, let it all go, c'mon.”

You could have cried happy tears when you heard these words out of his mouth, but these happy tears were quickly transformed into tears out of pure disappointment and sadness. Because right after Carlos said that, he pulled out and jerked himself off before he came with a loud and very visible moan all over your stomach and chest, the hand that was just applying pressure to your throat was now quickly covering your mouth.

Your fiancé threw his head back in pure pleasure and flexed his sweaty abs a bit, his other hand that wasn’t muting your whines, cries, screams and begs a bit was still holding your ankle and pushing your leg to the side so you couldn’t close them and he could have all the space he wanted to cover you in his cum.

You shortly glanced up at him with teary eyes and a desperate and pleading gaze as your noises were getting a bit quieter. Carlos slowly retreated his palm from your mouth and looked in your eyes with a smirk on his face.

“You seriously thought that I was going to let you cum after your 'oh so funny' stunt tonight? How funny you are cariño, so funny.” He told you with a laugh while you looked down in embarrassment before tilted his head down towards your soaked cunt and spread both your legs as he slowly let a trail of spit drop down onto your sensitive clit.

“So pathetic, so naïve.” He said before he spread the spit that was now on your clit around you pussy lips, focusing on how your reacting to it, looking up at your facial expressions before looking down again and concentrating on spreading all the spit.

After that he tapped your wet clit a couple of times with his fingertips while smiling about it.

“Awww, is she so sensitive, hmm?” You hips were lifting off of the mattress, it’s like your pussy was begging for me but the entire rest of your body was begging him to stop. “Qué mono.” so cute

He laughed and laughed and laughed about the the fact that you were crying and whispering tiny stops and I can’t anymore but you cunt was aching the feeling of his fingers.

Carlos leaned forward and quickly kissed one of the tears away before he caught your mouth in a heating kiss while his fingers didn’t stop the assault on your pussy. After biting your bottom lip, Carlos got closer to your ear and whispered,

“It’s funny, it’s it?, how you were teasing me in the club with this other man, desperately wanting to get fucked right there and now your begging me to stop with tears streaming down your face.”

#carlos sainz one shot #carlos sainz imagine #carlos sainz smut #carlos sainz jr x reader #carlos sainz #carlos sainz jr

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ii2ko · 2 years

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DON’T WAKE ME UP WITHOUT KISSES !

; genshin men.

i. he doesn’t wanna wake up without your soft kisses in the morning, so he refuses to get out of bed without them.. spoiled much?

ii. characters: albedo, ayato, childe

iii. fluff, soft morning kisses, breakfast in bed, petnames (darling), a lot of kisses, mentions of the fatui n wounds, etc.

ALBEDO

“wake up albedo! wake up!” you exclaimed as you continued to shake his shoulder to wake him up, still failing after 4 minutes you finally give up.

“ugh, whatever just—” “what’s in it for me?” he said with his raspy and breathy morning voice you hear often. you look back at him as you tried to stand up and leave the room; “what do you mean what’s in it for you?” you ask him softly confused. he just looked at you with droopy eyes and said in a very tired voice “you know what I mean..” as he flopped back down onto the pillow. “wha— hey! ‘bedo..” you groaned as you realized that the food was probably getting cold and bitter as time passed. you again; tapped and shook him trying to get him to awake but still no answer and not even a single move.

“c’mon ‘bedo! the food is getting cold! get up!” you hissed in frustration. while finally! he responded after another 5 minutes. “not until you kiss me to wake me up.” he blandly said as he still closed his eyes to rest more.

you just scoffed and rolled your eyes as he said, “oh, fine Snow White. get over here” you said as you sat back down on the bed and pulled him towards you as you softly kissed him awake. “c’mon now.. get up.

“fine.”

AYATO

“darling, it’s 9 am. almost time for the traveler to arrive!” you exclaimed to your fiancé with slight a anxiously feeling of wanting to get ready early to meet the traveler.. and their little flying pet.

“we aren’t even meeting them today. maybe tomorrow or the day after tomorrow..?” he questioned with obvious exhaustion in his tone while lifting his head a little to see you properly with a hazy vision. “well, still! it’d be better to meet them and their little.. flying thingy with your sister! and maybe thoma too.. The earlier, the better.” “well, Ayaka and thoma can meet them before us,” he said while still trying to look at you from behind his shoulder.

“well— if they are, then do, should we! we.. well you should—” he sat up and turned around while quickly placing a kiss on your lips to have you stop talking about how he’s supposed to get dressed for a single person.. with a flying friend.

you just stared at him as he flopped his way back down onto the bed with a sigh. “whatever, I’ll go now with Ayaka and Thoma.” You said as you placed a small kiss on his cheek; “I’ll see you soon.” you sighed

then suddenly he sat up while watching as you leave the room you both shared. he groaned and quietly said, “wait, I’m coming too..”

CHILDE

“oww.. ow! that hurts, slow down!” he cried out as you quickly swabbed harshly and applied more pressure on the cotton swap that had alcohol on it to help his wound stay away from infections.

“I already told you! stop fighting with your co-workers– wait, no, your comrades.. ugh whatever you call them!” you scoffed while quickly dabbing the swap on his again opened wound that some man named Pantalone did. “how the fuck did it get this bad?” you asked him as you slowed your pace down. “well.. we both did have a bit of free time, so I asked him for a duel. you know, the ones I do with the traveler?” he softly said while he winced at the stinging pain on his arm.

“oh.. one of those?” you questioned as you began to calm down and put in stitches. “ah, ah… shit. y–yeah. one of those fights.” he hissed as you put in at least 7 stitches on his left arm. “..are you mad?” he glanced at you from the side of his eye. “what? no! I mean, yeah, just a little.. but I can get over it. your still alive is what matters.” you told him while placing a small kiss on his cheek.

“Now c’mon.. go to sleep. It’ll feel better tomorrow,” you said as you picked up the remaining medical supplies on the bed you both shared while getting up to out than in their original spots and throwing away some things that weren’t needed anymore. as you did that, ajax sat there quietly in the same position you left him in. zoning out as you did what you were currently doing

soft footsteps could be heard outside with a soft door opening sound. “hey I’m back, ‘jax.” You softly said as you closed the door with a loud click while walking over to the bed and lying down, not noticing how quiet he was.

“hey... you okay?” you said as you sat up to touch his bare back. “ow!” he groaned as he blinked twice while turning his head to face you. “yeah, ‘course I’m fine.” he trailed off while laying down and popping his fingers. “hey, you know you could always talk to me ‘jax.” “I know.. just tired,” he said while mumbling some other words.

“alright. I’m gonna go to bed now, it’s 3. night ‘jax.” you said as you kissed him again and went off to sleep next to him.

“..night.” he dozed off.

“Can you kiss me again?” he asked as he woke you up in the middle of the night. “what.”

n6gi voicemail: this is a note from months later almost a year but then there will be no pt2 bc i dont even like genshin anymore sooo uhhhh

pt2 will have alhaitham, kaveh, kazuha, and heizou

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Coco

Note: Third time I'm trying to send this out! I missed sleep to write this, which usually means it'll end up being one of my favorites like the Vegas story. I do have more of this written, so please let me know if anyone would be interested! This is the first installment of Coco x museum! reader. Picture credit goes to @richardcabralofficial on ig & divider credit goes to @spideyspeaches. Enjoy!

Coco lit a cigarette as he walked down the sunny streets of downtown San Diego, Angel and Gilly planning their evening of bar hopping. They decided to head down to the beach for a long weekend, a getaway from the pressures of Santo Padre.

“Damn, that’s a big ass building.”

“Ain’t this the museum you wanted to go to?” Angel asked.

EZ nodded, “Yeah at some point. You guys don’t have to come in.”

The four of them turned down the street toward the entrance and Gilly laughed, “Oh I’m definitely going.”

Angel frowned, “You wanna go to a museum? You good, homie?”

“If all the chicks in the museum look like that? Fuck yeah, I do,” he scoffed and nodded over at the museum steps.

They all looked up to see two men in suits talking to a woman, her long curly hair flowing gently in the wind as she laughed. Coco’s eyes widened when he saw ink covering her throat, bright acrylics on her tattooed hands. His eyes followed her curves, covered up by her professional attire. He licked his lips when he heard Angel mumble, “Damn.”

EZ shook his head, “I didn’t mean we had to go now.”

“What better time than the present, boy scout?” Gilly smirked, “You guys in?”

Angel looked over at Coco, who shrugged, “Why not?”

“Alright,” Gilly clapped, “Think she dresses like that all the time?”

“She’s way out of your league,” Angel snorted, shaking his head as they crossed the street.

“You think you have a better chance?” Gilly arched an eyebrow.

Coco laughed, “You two gonna bet again? Since it went so well last time.”

Both men glared at him before going back to arguing over who would ask her out. The men in suits walked away and the woman turned to see the four of them heading up the stairs.

“Welcome,” she smiled and opened the door, “Ticket counter is to your left, let me know if you have any questions about the exhibits.”

Gilly looked her over slowly, “Thanks mami. I do have a question. Are you the exhibit?”

She laughed politely, “No, I’m not.”

“Too bad, I can’t stop staring,” he winked, heading inside.

“All these artifacts and I can’t take my eyes off you,” Angel smirked and followed him in.

EZ shook his head, “I’m sorry about them, it’s their first day in public.”

Coco took off his sunglasses as she laughed, “It’s all good, I’ve heard worse,” she closed the door behind them, “Enjoy the museum,” she winked at Coco before a younger employee called her over.

Coco watched her walk off, hips swaying. Gilly and Angel were still quietly bickering over her. While they were distracted, he took a few steps toward where she stood with another woman wearing a regular museum uniform. The woman went into the exhibit and she turned to Coco.

“Can I help you?” she asked him.

“Just wanted to apologize again for my brothers,” he told her, “They’re harmless.”

She smiled, “That’s sweet, thank you. Like I said, I’ve had way worse pick up lines than that. I was a little bummed I didn’t hear one from you, though,” she admitted.

Coco’s eyes widened and he smiled, “Oh yeah?”

She nodded, “See if it was more original than your brothers,” she teased.

He laughed softly, “They didn’t exactly get creative, did they?”

“No but at least they didn’t say they’d nail me to the wall,” she shivered slightly in disgust, “That one grosses me out.”

He shook his head, “I wouldn’t have let them get away with that one.”

“What’s your name?” she asked.

“Coco,” he held a hand out to her, “Yours?”

She introduced herself and shook his hand, “I guess you wouldn’t let them get away with that, would you, boogeyman?”

His eyes lit up, “You know that story?”

She smiled, “Of course,” she scanned the patches on his leather. Coco held his breath for a moment, waiting for her to dismiss him, “Santo Padre? What brings you to San Diego?”

“We wanted to get out of the desert for a few days,” he murmured, “Hang out at the beach.”

“That’s why I live here, so I can be on the beach whenever,” she smiled, “How long are you in town for?”

“Till Tuesday,” he bit his lip, willing his heart to slow down.

She nodded, holding his gaze for a moment, “So, you got a line?”

He shook his head, “No lines,” he licked his lips, “But I’d love to take you out later.”

She smiled, “I can’t tonight but I’ll take your number and call you tomorrow?” she pulled her phone out of her pocket.

Coco recited his number to her, smirking when he glanced over to see Gilly and Angel glaring at him. She nodded, “I’ll see you soon?” she took a few steps back, smiling.

“See you soon,” he smiled slowly, his eyes on hers.

She giggled and turned down a hallway, out of his sight. He rejoined the other guys.

“What just happened?” Angel asked, “You get her number?”

He shook his head, “Gave her mine. Thanks for making me look good,” he smirked as EZ handed him a ticket, “Thanks, bro.”

“Motherfucker,” Gilly swore, “You’re such a dick.”

After the museum, the four of them headed to dinner, then a bar on the beach. They stood around a pool table, EZ and Angel against Coco and Gilly.

“I still can’t believe you snaked her from me,” Gilly shook his head.

“You don’t have a claim on her, homie,” he smirked, taking a sip of beer.

“You come on too aggressive, bro,” Angel said.

EZ snorted, “You weren’t much better.”

Angel scoffed, “I wasn’t as bad as him!”

“All I did was give her my number,” Coco watched Gilly take his turn, “It’s not like I stole your girlfriend or some shit.”

Coco was in the middle of his turn when a loud cheer erupted behind him. He looked over his shoulder to see a high top all holding their drinks up, laughing.

“Wait, isn’t that her?”

Coco grinned when he saw her sitting at the high top, a pink margarita in her hand and a relaxed smile on her face. She caught his gaze and she smiled wider, waving at him. He held up a finger, turning back to finish his turn, “It is.”

He sunk two balls and missed the third, setting his cue down when he heard, “Lord have mercy. Look at that.”

All thought left his mind when he saw her heading toward him. She had forgone her professional attire, a longer asymmetrical skirt with a button up and blazer, for a tight black and white dress that hit mid thigh. Her long curled were tied up in a ponytail, two braids nestled among the strands. Her darker lipstick made him want to smear it.

“Hi,” she smiled.

“Hey,” he murmured, “You look beautiful.”

She giggled shyly, “Thank you. This is a coincidence.”

“Your plans for the night?” he asked, glancing at the table that was not so subtly spying on her.

She nodded, “College friends in town for the night. We’re going to the beach tomorrow before their flight leaves.”

Coco smirked, “We’re going to the beach too. The one down the road.”

“So are we,” she laughed, “Another coincidence.”

“Or fate,” he suggested, failing to keep himself from checking her out.

She felt butterflies under his gaze, “Could be. I gotta get back but how about this? If you find me at the beach tomorrow, you can take me out to dinner.”

His eyes lit up at the challenge. Between his military training and club antics, he knew he could meet it, “I’m down. See you tomorrow, ma.”

“See you tomorrow,” she kissed his cheek softly, walking back to her group. He couldn’t stop smirking the rest of the night.

Coco sat down on a lounge chair between Angel and Gilly, “Why the fuck do we stay in the desert when we could be here?” he asked as Angel passed him the blunt.

Angel laughed, “We should convince Alvarez to start a San Diego charter.”

“Coco just wants to be near his new girl,” Gilly opened a beer.

“You still bitching about that?” Coco arched an eyebrow, “How many chicks are out here, go pick up one up if you got that much game.”

“Oh now you got game?” Gilly asked, “With that crooked ass nose.”

Coco passed the blunt to EZ, retort on his tongue when his phone lit up with an unknown number. He opened it to find a picture of her smiling, sunglasses covering her eyes and her long hair tied up in a messy bun. He could only see from her shoulders up, a table with beer pong set up in the background. It was accompanied by a text.

I’m here! Ready for your mission?

He smirked, typing out, ‘Mission accepted’ before standing up, “Well you fuckers can keep playing with each other, I’m going to get a date.”

EZ grinned, “Good luck, bro.”

Coco fist bumped him, “Good luck with these two,” he joked and grabbed his phone and cigarettes, sliding his sunglasses on as he walked up to the top of the sand. He remembered the size of her group the night before and knew they wouldn’t be that hard to spot. He checked the picture again, his heart skipping a beat at her smile. Another text came in as he tried to study the background for clues.

No clues but I do have a drink waiting for you

He noticed rocks behind her and scanned the beach, grinning when he saw a cliff to his left. He walked down to the water, taking his time to smoke a cigarette as he made his way over. A large blue canopy with a long table under it was set up next to the cliff, coolers and bags scattered around towels and blankets set up on the ground. He swore under his breath when he spotted her in nothing but a black and green two piece, a drink in each hand. Tattoos covered both arms and curled around her long legs, a few on her back and sides. She was talking to two other women, one in a pink one piece and the other covered by an oversized white t shirt and men’s swimming trunks. Four guys stood at either end of the beer pong table in different colored bathing suits. He walked up, ignoring the looks the guys gave him as he tapped her on the shoulder. She turned around and grinned.

“Coco!” she leaned in to kiss his cheek, “That didn’t take nearly as long as I expected.”

He laughed, “I was a Marine, baby.”

“That’s not fair,” she pouted, “Here’s a beer if you want it. Let me introduce you to everyone,” she offered him the bottle.

“Sure, thank you,” he took it and followed her around the tent, shaking hands with everyone. They all went to college together, getting picked up and invited in by others in the friend group. They used to be a bigger group, she explained, but fights, moves and break ups splintered the group until it was the remaining seven of them. She hung back with him as the guys kept playing, one white boy, Dan or Dave or something, glancing at him often with a glare.

“Your friend in the green doesn’t like me that much,” he teased a few minutes later.

She looked over at the canopy and sighed, “He claims he’s protective, but he’s not like that about anyone else. He’s just one of those white knight guys.”

“White knight guys?” he frowned.

“Yeah, if I do something he thinks could hurt me, he acts concerned for my well being but he just has feelings for me and gets jealous,,” she explained, “He did the same thing in college when he found out I was dancing.”

He arched an eyebrow, “Dancing?”

She nodded, looking up at him, “I didn’t come from a good family or anything, so I had to pay my own way through college. I got some scholarships but it didn’t cover everything so I started stripping to help pay my bills and shit,” he watched her as she spoke, knowing this was a test of his reaction.

“That’s smart, you probably made bank,” he winked.

A smile lit up her face, satisfied in his response, “You know I did. No student loans for me.”

White Knight Dan/Dave called her over for her turn but she declined, telling him she’d play later. His disappointment was visible, tossing another glare Coco’s way as he went back to the game.

Coco smirked, “Damn, I’m making all kinds of enemies talking to you.”

She took a sip of her beer, “Who else?”

“My homie’s still mad,” he laughed.

“Tell him if he can find it in his heart to forgive you, I have a bunch of hot, single friends I can introduce him to,” she offered.

He laughed softly, “That might do it, thanks mami.”

#mayans imagine #coco cruz imagine #coco cruz #johnny coco cruz #coco x reader #mayans mc

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mrsaltieri-real · 8 months

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Messy Eater (Mickey Altieri X AFAB!Reader)

Word count: 2k

Warnings: NSFW 🔞, language, smut, blood, fingering, oral, (reader receiving) blood kink, eating out on period, bloody kissing, implied period sex, period pain, cramps, Mickey actually being kinda sweet but still an ass, etc

Anyone who has a period knows how much it fucking sucks. So I wrote this because why the fuck not, the inspo hit so here we are. Bashed this out today, got far too into it but we BALL. So here it is. Mickey would so go down on you on your period he just WOULD.

Fuck, you were hurting. You were hurting bad.

You laid curled up with a hot water bottle resting on your lower abdomen, groaning as you stared at the television unseeingly, desperately trying to distract yourself from the sharp and contracting pains that currently had you bed bound and incapable of moving a muscle in fear of it getting any worse.

Fuck periods.

You must’ve fallen asleep without meaning to, dreamlessly conked out when you heard someone knock at your door lightly making you respond with a quiet moan, forcing your eyes open just as Mickey poked his head around the door.

“Hey, you weren’t in class- Fuck, are you alright?”

You scowled over at him, hand moving to adjust the hot water bottle that had shifted during your slumber back to your stomach only to sigh in frustration when you realised it had turned lukewarm as you muttered, “Do I look okay?” before wincing at a sudden cramp.

With an affectionate roll of his eyes, Mickey quietly closed the door and made his way over to you, sitting down on the bed next to you carefully, his hand coming up to your face to gently wipe a loose strand of hair from your forehead and tuck it behind your ear, “What’s up?” He asked, his voice a lot softer than what you were used to.

Hesitating as you looked up at him, your teeth sunk into your bottom lips before answering simply with, “Period,” and gasped a little when another sharp cramp jolted through your abdomen, causing your body to tense beside him.

“Hmm.” He hummed softly, hand dropping from your face to his side as he stood up, beginning to strip himself of his clothes as you laughed weakly asking, “And what do you think you’re doing?”

“What’s it look like? I’m gonna make you feel better.”

“If you wanna make me feel better, make yourself useful and fill this stupid thing back up with hot water.” You pulled your blanket off, pushing the hot water bottle toward him before burrowing yourself back into your warm nest.

“I’ll do that later.” He said dismissively, discarding the last of his clothing and moving the bottle onto your bedside table and his eyes fixed on you the entire time. You eyed him, a little sceptical and knowing that damn face all too well as you slowly shook your head, “Didn’t you hear me? I’m on my period. I don’t wanna have sex, leave me alone.” Mickey laughed a little at your whiny tone as you rolled over onto your other side so you didn’t have to look at him.

All you could think about was how much of an asshole he was for trying to turn you on, knowing you couldn’t do anything about it.

“I watched a movie not too long ago, it talked about how orgasms can be the biggest form of pain relief for cramps.” You felt his hand gently run down the length of your arm before moving to gently rub small, soothing circles into your lower abdomen, the pressure and heat from his fingers making your eyes flutter slightly but you still refused to turn around and look at him, simply saying, “No.”

“What, you don’t believe me? Want me to prove it?” Mickey’s hands more firmly pushed on your hip with his palm so you were on your back again, moving so his face was inches away from yours. You could feel your resolve begin to fade as he gently kissed your lips, your neck, your collarbones before letting out a small groan, your hands moving to his shoulders to stop him from going any further. “I can’t. I haven’t even had a shower yet today.”

“Did I ask?” He retorted simply.

You couldn’t help the smile from spreading across your face as he moved his weight so he was hovering above you, littering soft kisses again from your lips and down to your stomach, pausing for a second to lift a shirt he noticed belonged to him with a small smirk. He loved when you wore his clothes.

“Wait-“ You stopped him again and he sighed impatiently, eyes flickering up to yours expectantly with a drawn out, “Yes?”

“You’re not gonna…” Your hands quickly pointed down toward your covered cunt and Mickey smiled, that stupid angelic smile as he settled in between your thighs as he tugged your shorts down, quickly discarded them at the foot of your bed and his fingers quickly coming up to lightly press against your clothed clit, smiling as he heard your sharp intake of breath as he finished for you, “Eat your pussy? Of course I am.”

“Mickey, you don’t have t- Oh!” You were quickly cut off as he pulled your panties to the side, lips eagerly attaching and cradling your clit and sucking indulgently. Your hands automatically gripped his hair as he did so, head tipping back against your pillow as you whimpered, “Oh, fuck,” softly under your breath. He let out a low moan, the metallic taste on his tongue only prompting him to explore your cunt further.

He briefly pulled back, eyes not leaving your bloody pussy as he said, “This isn’t just for you, let’s not be so selfish.” But you brain hardly registered what he had said as his mouth connected with your aching clit once again.

At some point he must have somehow gotten rid of the only thing keeping the blood plugged in because you felt his mouth leave you, eagerly tearing your panties from your body and his tongue delve inside of you, causing your body to jolt in surprise and glance down at him, eyes widening as you saw his face.

He’d never looked more excited, more fucking eager for as long as you’d known him.

His nose and cheeks were already coloured crimson with your blood as he hungrily flicked and curled his tongue, fingers coming up to catch some of the blood and using it as lubricant as he toyed with your clit with his fingers. You’d never tell him, but just seeing him like that, covered in your blood was driving you completely fucking insane in the best possible way. “M- Mickey please-“ You gasped out, hands shakily pushing at his head to no avail.

His eyes flickered up to you as he pulled away, bloody saliva connecting him to your cunt as he smiled and teasingly said, “Aww what? Too sensitive?” His bloody fingers were still moving across your clit as he spoke, your head nodding frantically as he let out a laugh, saying simply, “Too bad. You taste so fucking good, I’m gonna make all the pain go away. Trust me, you’ll be thanking me,” Before he pulled his fingers back, sucking them slowly as his eyes fell closed and he let out a groan, his head dropping eagerly back in between your stained thighs.

He pulled your legs over his shoulders, adjusting you so he had better access and his tongue dragged between your folds, not wanting to waste a single drop of your bloody arousal whilst his eyes remained closed, moaning against your cunt and sending vibrations through your entire body, the sensation making you shudder as your hands gripped your sheets, twisting and pulling at them and your back arched off the bed as he whispered, “Oh my God, you taste so fucking good baby,” against your pussy.

Mickey’s mouth moved back to your clit, nipping at it gently before taking it back between his lips to suck at it harshly, fingers finding their way to your cunt as he forced them inside knuckle deep, twisting and curling them against the perfect spot as the sound of you gasping and moaning his name like a prayer sounded like music to his ears. He would usually edge you, deny you, making you beg for it, but as you gasped out, “Please, please Mickey, oh my fucking God, please,” Over and over again like a prayer, he couldn’t help but indulge you. This was for you, after all. He couldn’t stand seeing you in this kind of pain.

His eyes flickered open, looking at your face that was staring down at him, wide eyed and desperate as your leaking cunt twitched around his fingers and your clit throbbed between his lips and he winked, a short nod of his head, pulling back for only a second to tell you to, “Fucking do it now,” and you were cumming on his fingers, unable to even try and be quiet as your back arched further off the bed, pushing yourself down greedily onto his fingers and face as you came, hard.

He didn’t waste a drop, fingers leaving your pussy in order for his tongue to delve back inside of you, curling and licking to taste the mixture of metallic blood and your arousal, the combination nothing short of euphoric for him. You finally finished, whimpering his name as your cunt flexed around his tongue.

He continued to gently lick over your twitching pussy, saying softly under his breath, “Mm, fuck it just keeps on coming, doesn’t it?” His tongue darting out and swiping across his lips. He pulled his head from between your legs, sitting on his knees as he leaned forward, arms circling your waist as he pulled you up so your ass rested on his thighs. Your chest was heaving as you panted softly from the high of your orgasm when you felt him move you, your head weakly lifting from the pillow to look at him properly.

God, he looked so good. His face was almost completely stained red, eyes dark and enticing as he looked admiringly down at your blood coated cunt as though he couldn’t look away. “So pretty.” He said softly, fingers still toying with you. You were unsure of if he was saying it to you or himself but you mumbled, “Thanks,” to him and his eyes dragged away wistfully to look at you as he asked, “You feel better?”

You thought for a second before nodding, realising the pulsing ache had been somewhat subdued for the moment and you sighed in relief, feeling pain free for the first time in two days. “God, thank you.”

A wide and cocky smile which reeked of, “I told you so,” took over his face that made your pussy automatically flutter as you saw his teeth stained with your blood, “Oh, anytime.” He said, watching as your head fell back again against the pillow.

He turned his head to look over his shoulder, eyeing the bloodstained panties curiously before glancing back at you to make sure you still weren’t looking at him before he snatched them up quickly, balling them up in his hands before he gently moved your weight off of him and stood up.

“Where are you going?” You asked, glancing at him with a small pout that made him laugh.

“Think we could both do with a bath, right?” He gestured to himself then to you and you looked down at your body, noticing that your thighs, stomach and bed sheets were completely covered in blood. God, you knew he was a messy eater but this was just next level. Mickey used your temporary distraction to slip your panties into his bag before walking toward you, his finger moving under your chin as he bent down so he was face level, “I’m gonna run us one, okay? We’ll see if there’s anything else I can do to make you feel better.”

You nodded before moving your head back quickly when he tried to kiss you, laughing nervously as he raised his eyebrows. “What, I can eat your bloody cunt but you can’t kiss me after I do it?” He sucked sharply at his teeth with a tut, shaking his head a little in what appeared to be disappointment, “Come on, how is that fair?”

He wasn’t wrong. You hesitated for a split second, long enough for Mickey to grab the back of your neck, pulling your face to his and forcing his tongue into your mouth, making you gasp in surprise as you tasted your own mixture of blood and arousal on his tongue. What surprised you was how much you loved it, whining a little as he pulled back, moving his fingers to your face to smear the quickly oxidising scarlet across your chin and cheeks, grinning triumphantly as he did so.

“Next time your cramps are bad, fucking tell me, okay? I want to be able to do this as often as I possibly can.” Mickey’s voice was assertive and serious for the first time since he’d walked in and his tone made you nod your head quickly in agreement. You weren’t going to say no if he wanted to do this.

“I promise.”

#what a selfless fucker eh?#the absolute freak #i fucking love him #I’m due on soon and I NEED THIS #if you’re on right now #here you fucking go #mickey altieri #mickey altieri smut #mickey altieri x you #mickey altieri x reader #period sex #slasher x reader

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carniferous · 22 days

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okay hello i’ve come to offer a vague concept ❤️🤲 the first thing that came into my mind is like being in a car. and something being wrong w the car. which sounds so stupid but is hopefully vague enough?? also idk if i’m meant to specify a ship but (and you probs already know what i’m gonna say) ur bartylus genuinely changed my life and it’s always on my mind and im obsessed w it forever and ever and would die if you ever wrote them again (but also like. no pressure. i don’t wanna try and tie you down to one specific pathway) ANYWAY i hope this is vague enough but also not too vague that you’re just staring at me blankly rn… icl babe u really didn’t set any parameters so i’m kinda trying to spear fish in the dark here but im gonna stop talking now…. eagerly (but patiently!!) awaiting ur response <33

LMAO NOOO thank you so much this is exactly the level of vagueness i wanted!!! i simply need to let things cook in my beautiful mind palace before i can write + vague concepts work best for that

anyway i tried to do it justice for u. it's more barty character study than bartylus sorry but. also it's compeltely unedited!! do with that what you will xoxo

“I knew it,” Regulus murmured, a hand coming up to cover his eyes. He was slumped down in his seat, the lines of his face stark in the pale moonlight. The motorway stretched out empty and endless before them.

Barty clenched his jaw and turned the key in the ignition once more. The engine sputtered loudly, just enough to give him some small shred of hope, before it promptly died for the fifth time.

“Dammit,” he hissed, thumping his hand against the steering wheel. He turned to Regulus, “What?”

Regulus lowered his hand and glared fiercely. “I knew I was going to die in this metal box the moment you persuaded me to get in.”

“And yet, you still let me persuade you.”

“Barty.”

“What?” Barty grinned. “You’re not going to die, Regulus. Cars are only dangerous when they’re moving.”

Regulus scoffed. He looked about five minutes away from having a conniption—which meant that Barty had about three minutes of continuing to fuck with him before he got properly angry. His hands were clenched in the fabric of his trousers, and when he turned his face towards the window, Barty could glimpse the deep shadows under his eyes as they appeared under the light.

He felt his heart soften, just a tad.

“I have a plan,” Barty said.

Regulus rolled his eyes so far back that they disappeared into his skull: “Oh, joy. Another plan.”

“They’ve gotten us this far, haven’t they?”

“Yes, stranded on the side of the road with you,” muttered Regulus. “Exactly where I want all my plans to lead me.”

At that, Barty felt a strange, wild sort of affection swell up within him. He wanted to lean over and bite the nape of Regulus’s neck hard enough to draw blood, wanted to crowd him against the door until all that bluster and exasperation fell away. But there would be time for that.

“Don’t you want to hear my plan?”

“No,” Regulus said sullenly. “I want—”

He stopped. Barty’s grin abruptly fell away. He reached over and cradled the back of Regulus’s head, firmly enough that he had no choice but to face him. Regulus kept his eyes downcast, an unhappy twist to his mouth, a sickly tinge to his face that the low light couldn’t hide.

“Hey,” Barty said, and he curled his hand into a fist in Regulus’s hair. “Look at me.”

Regulus’s gaze flickered up.

He was a living bruise, a walking heartache. Two weeks ago, Barty had looked at him as they packed their things for the end of term, and he’d known that Regulus wouldn’t survive another summer in that house—not as himself, anyway. He knew it the way Sirius must have, before he left, and he understood. Better than he’d like to admit. Sometimes it was easier to pack your bags than to watch someone like Regulus tread water and insist that they weren’t moments away from sinking.

In that respect, though, Barty was different. He didn’t care what Regulus wanted. He wasn’t going to leave him to drown.

Besides. Barty was fed up, himself.

When he spoke, his voice was low and steady, and Regulus listened with wide, unblinking eyes: “We’re not going home. Do you understand? There’s nothing back there. Nothing. Forget it, Regulus.”

A beat of silence. Barty’s grip loosened, he made to pull back, and then—

“What about your mother?” Regulus asked with a horrible little glint in his gaze.

“What about her?” Barty replied without missing a beat.

Regulus blinked. Barty almost laughed at him. Could have, at the idea that Regulus thought he’d trapped him with that. His mother, who’d wanted Berty out of that house perhaps even more than he himself did. Regulus could never understand that.

What he could understand, though, was the terrifying, exhilarating sensation of freedom. Of the surprising vastness of your own mind when it was vacant of everyone but yourself. Of sitting in a car stranded on the side of the road and becoming aware of your own mortality. Death was suddenly an end to something real and full of potential.

After what felt like an eternity, Regulus asked, “What’s your plan?”

“I turn seventeen in five hours,” Barty said. “Once midnight hits, the Trace will disappear. I’ll fix the car then.”

“You don’t know how to fix it.”

“At least I know it’s called a car and not a ‘metal box.’”

“You want us to spend five hours in this thing?” Regulus said, as though catching up with his own disbelief.

“Technically, seven hours,” said Barty. “We still have to make it to Bath. And then, once we pick up the twins…”

“What?”

“I don’t know,” Barty shrugged—a loose, slouching thing. He noticed Regulus’s eyes track the motion with nothing short of predatory glee. “Orgy in the metal box?”

“I hate you.”

“You love me,” Barry cajoled, grinning from ear to ear. “Why else would you run away with me?”

There was a long moment of silence, in which Regulus gazed, baleful and petulant, out at the road in front of them and Barty gazed at him. Already, he was more animated, more tetchy, more acerbic than he’d been just days ago. The cobwebs slowly clearing from his eyes.

Sometimes, Barty recognized Regulus like the slant of himself in a shard of glass. But other times, Regulus was just very beautiful. Barty wondered if there an element of vanity in wanting him, to the prideful joy he got out of fucking him out of his own head. The idea that he could press Regulus down hard enough to mold him back into himself.

On very rare occasions, he wondered if he was like his father. If the only love he knew was what he learned from the voice in his head as it puppeted his limbs about. If that presence was more himself than he was. A normal person would look at it with revulsion, would see complete and total control as a firsthand abomination.

But it was because Barty knew the abomination firsthand that he knew also the complete, total, clean satisfaction of such control.

“You were hardly the first to ask,” Regulus said mildly.

Even in the darkness, Barty could see the flush travel down his neck. He grinned and, without another word, reached over and unhooked Regulus’s seatbelt.

“I didn’t ask,” he replied, just as mild.

#my writing #bartylus #ask #thank youuu i had so much fun writing this! bartylus is such a fun challenge for me #regulus black #barty crouch jr

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touyasdoll · 2 years

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Like Heaven

pairing: Hawks/Keigo Takami x fem!reader

word count: 1k

warnings: exhibitionism, thigh riding, daddy kink, dirty talk, public sex, unprotected sex, multiple orgasms

basically: sometimes Keigo gets a little handsy when you're out dancing <3

“What’s a’matter, pretty bird?” He coos into your ear, warm breath fanning over your neck. “S’not like anybody’s watching.”

“Kei..” you peer out at the crowd of people in the club, many of whom who are staring at the spectacle of the winged hero on the dance floor. “They’re all watching,” you whisper.

“Oh, yeah,” he chuckles. Laughs it off with that infectious charm of his. “So what? Maybe I want ‘em to.”

He holds your hips tighter still and flexes his muscular thigh, guiding you along his leg hard enough to apply just the right amount of pressure between your legs.

You cling to his shoulders, chewing on your cheek to fight back the moan trying to claw it’s way out of your throat, but he doesn’t need to hear it to know the effect that he has on you. He leans in again and you can feel his smirk against the shell of your ear.

“Maybe I want ‘em all to watch while I get you off right here. Keep movin’ those hips, baby. Don’t you dare stop.”

“Baby,” you whine as your arms wind around his neck and you bury your face in the crook of it. Onlookers be damned, you were going to get yours now.

You rock your hips forward, the denim of his jeans providing the perfect amount of resistance to catch your clit through the thin fabric of your panties, barely concealed by the way your dress is riding up.

"There you go, that's it, baby girl," he croons, eyes raking over your body as he watches you roll your hips, taking what you want despite the viewing party. "Just like that. S'that feel good?"

“So good, Kei,” you whine, moving your hips faster to chase the delicious feeling sending heat throughout your body.

“Keep goin’, baby. Wanna feel you cum all over my jeans in front of all these people,” he whispers, his hand moving to grip your ass in a firm grasp, guiding your hips along his thigh with no trace of shame.

All you can do in groan in response, selfishly chasing your release. A flash goes off somewhere nearby, but you could care less as that beautiful white hot heat reaches your belly and threatens to take over every nerve in your body.

“Cum for me right here and I’ll give you what you really want,” he promises, voice dark with desire as his breathe tickles your neck.

“Want you,” you murmur, winding your arms around him tighter to bring your torso flush against him. “M’so close. So, so close, daddy.”

“I know, I know, dove,” he shushes you gently in your ear. “S’okay. Just let go. Cum for me, baby. Sing for me.”

You have no choice but to comply, hips stuttering as you finally find oblivion right there on the dance floor. You grip the fabric of his shirt, whimpering into the crook of his neck as you fall apart, all your nerves coming alive as his toned arms encircle you, holding your close to his body and keeping you upright when your knees seem like they might just give.

“Fuck yeah, baby.” He nips at your earlobe, tugging gently as his hands slide along your body. “Feels good, huh?”

“Mhm. Mhm,” you hum, eyes closed as your body keeps singing for him, hips gliding along his thigh despite how you tremble in his capable grasp.

“Such a good girl,” he praises, fingertips trialing along your arms, sending shivers throughout your body and making your cunt throb as he suddenly starts pulling you off of the floor.

You follow readily, eager for the promise of more. He leads you outside through a side entrance to a desolate alleyway and wastes no time in pinning you to the brick wall of the building. His hands are as greedy as his tongue, boldly exploring every inch of you while his warm, pink muscle works it’s way into your mouth.

The sound of his zipper is all that you register while your fingers tangle into his messy, blonde tresses. He tugs your panties aside, hiking up your dress to reveal what he’s after.

“S’this it, love? This what you needed from me?” He asks with a smug grin as his cock teases your entrance, slipping between your dripping folds.

“Yes, yes. Kei, please. Fuck me,” you beg, grabbing at his biceps as your hood shift forward.

“I am, baby. Fuck, I am,” he groans as he plunges inside of you. “Goddamn, you feel like heaven.”

You can’t possibly expect him to control himself when you’re this wet for him, pussy still spasming from your last orgasm.

He drives himself into you, one hand seizing your waist while the other keeps your leg up on his hip to hold you flush against the wall as he delivers on his promise, bullying your walls into submission until you’re ready to cum again.

“K-Kei,” you eek out, the pressure growing too great to hold off any longer.

“Do it again, baby. Cum on my cock,” he huffs, panting as he wills himself to move faster still until he’s on the precipice himself. “C’mon, give it to me. Lemme feel you, gorgeous.”

“Keigo,” you gasp, voice barely audible as you find oblivion, eyes popping open as you find wild golden irises that blow wide as he finds his own release.

“Shit.”

He paints your insides white with his warm seed, pushing it deeper inside you as he rides out his orgasm, holding you almost too tight while he loses himself in your cunt for one blissful moment.

You grind against one another, slowly tapering off your movements as your peaks crest and fade away, leaving you both dizzy with pleasure.

“Let’s go dancing he says. We’ll keep it low key,” you giggle quietly, tangling your fingers into his hair to rub his scalp as his soft eyes search your face.

“You had fun, didn’t you?” He chuckles in reply, leaning in to kiss your lips. “We should do it again sometime.”

“We should,” you agree, twirling a lock of his hair around your finger as he smiles wider and leans in to kiss you once more, soft and slow.

likes, comments, & reblogs are very much appreciated! thank you for reading <3

#hawks x reader #hawks smut #keigo takami x reader #keigo x reader #keigo smut #mha x reader #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha smut #tw exhibitionism #tw daddy kink #hawks x you #hawks x y/n #hawks x reader smut

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thenbecauseggoes · 9 months

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Please could you do one where it’s the readers first time? Tates acting needy and hints his way into getting want he wants but he’s gentle with her because he’s her first. Aftercare too please if thats okay

A/N: hi there anon!! i love this request sm :)) IM WORKING ON WRITING AFTERCARE BUT IM RLLY SLEEPY RN AND I RLLY WANTED THIS FIC DONE!! thank you guys for all the support recently i rlly love all of u and i love writing so this is so fun for me and im so lucky that you guys like my stuff!

warnings: smut, fingering, softdom!tate, some sub tate in there, use of the word momma, no use of y/n, written with fem reader in mind, virgin reader, lmk if i missed any

WC: 1304

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Come As You Are

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After a long day at school all you want to do is come home and spend quality time with your boyfriend, Tate. You’re both around the same age but it’s different with him since he’s a ghost and whatnot. Every day when you get home you look forward to just curling up in his arms and watching movies or maybe listening to Nirvana or The Smashing Pumpkins and just talking, or he’d just watch you do homework. And then when the night fell you would just fall asleep in his arms and repeat the cycle the next day. There was just one thing that troubled you in the relationship, Tate was a teenage boy. Now obviously that’s not the problem, the problem that came with that though was he was constantly horny. There was nothing wrong with that of course and you knew he would never pressure you into doing anything you don’t want to but you felt kind of bad when he would have you on his lap, making out. Sometimes you could even feel his hard-on poking your leg and you would just make some excuse to get out of it. It’s not like you didn’t want to have sex with him, it's just that you’d never had sex with anyone before and you were scared that you wouldn’t live up to his expectations.

This happened to be one of those situations, you were sitting on your bed and Tate excused himself to the bathroom so you paused the movie you were watching and just sat there with a blanket on you. When he came out of the bathroom there was evidence that he had splashed cold water on his face, even more evident when you kissed him and his whole face was cold.

“Tate, what’s going on?” you asked, scared he was having a bad memory or something. But your guess was quickly proven wrong when you felt something poke against your leg. Your eyes widened in shock when you realized he was basically humping your leg.

“Need you so bad momma” he whines “it hurts so bad” he looks up at you with pleading eyes.

“Um, how about I grab us some snacks?” you try to make an excuse to get out of this. As you start to get up he grabs your wrist and sits fully up, stopping you and pulling you back onto the bed.

“Why don’t you wanna fuck me baby?” he asks, voice almost pained, “do you not like me?” His words make your heart break and you scramble towards him and wrap your arms around his torso.

“No no no no” you spit out to reassure him “it's just um” you don’t quite know how to tell him that you’ve never had sex before without embarrassing yourself so you search for the words.

“You can tell me baby” he says comfortingly against your hair.

“I’m a virgin, like a major virgin like never even touched myself” you admit, ashamed. But Tate swears that his eyes turned into little hearts as his erection pressed up impossibly harder against the zipper of his jeans.

“That’s not embarrassing at all baby, it’s actually like crazy fucking hot” he finally speaks. “If that’s the only reason you don’t wanna have sex then I want you to know I don’t care at all” he caresses the small of your back, moving his hand down to give your ass a playful squeeze.

“So you’re not like turned off?” you ask, looking up at him.

“Nope, i’m so fucking turned on right now actually” you hadn’t even noticed how hard he had gotten since your confession “if you let me, i’ll help you out.”

“I’d like that” you smile, his eagerness making you wetter by the second. He presses a hungry kiss onto your lips and lifts you onto his lap. He grabs your hips and gently grinds you down onto him. He lets out the most pathetic little whine and you have to bite your lip to keep from moaning.

“Don’t hold back your pretty noises baby” he smiles and kisses under your ear. He kisses all down your neck, leaving hickeys and licking and kissing them. You would have to find an extremely effective way to hide these tomorrow. “I’m gonna take it slow but I'm still gonna have to prep you okay?” he says, waiting for your confirmation. You nod and he smiles “good girl”

He flips you over onto your back and starts to take off your pajama pants. He smiles when he sees your pretty red lace panties. “Fuck baby, did you wear these just for me?” he grins at the thought of you picking these out, just hoping he might touch you.

“Mhm” you hum, making him groan and kiss you harshly. He takes off the delicate lace and takes a good look at your soaking cunt. He takes his finger and runs it through your folds earning a high pitched squeal from you.

“Mmm, baby, you’re so wet already” he presses his index finger onto your clit with just the littlest of pressure, making you squirm underneath him. “And so sensitive” he delicately slips one of his fingers into your pussy, making you moan and grab onto his sweater, trying to feel him in any way you can. His other hand finds its way under your black tank top and toys with your sensitive nipples. You take your hands and pull up your shirt just enough to reveal your tits. “So fucking perfect baby” he groans as he slips another finger inside of you. His thumb comes up to circle your clit, you cried out and screamed his name.

“Tate, please…” you feel an indescribable feeling wash over you, kind of like a relief but when Tate takes his fingers out of you you feel so empty. “Need more” you manage to whimper out, earning a low chuckle from him as he licks his fingers.

“I got you baby” he kisses your lips and undresses himself. He takes his cock and runs it up and down your sensitive pussy. You look down and realize how huge he is. His dick is long, and girthy. The tip is sensitive and red, leaking precum all down his shaft.

“Will it fit?” you ask, almost a little shocked.

“Don’t worry, it will” he kisses you and slowly sinks the tip in, leaving you to squirm and moan out his name, clawing at his back. “My baby, relax” he kisses your lips and strokes your hair. He sinks in some more of his cock and you take it, inch by inch until he’s bottomed out inside of you. He just sits there for a moment, it takes everything in him not to cum right then and there from how tight your pussy is. There’s an indescribable feeling within you, it’s not like you’re going to cum or anything but it hurts. The hurt is quickly replaced by pleasure and the need to feel him more.

“You can move now Tate” you whine and he rocks his hips into yours, eyes glued at the spot where you two meet.

“Fuck baby, so tight” he praises in your ear. Making the pleasure even better. He’s turning your brains into mush, making your eyes roll back into your skull. “Baby, i’m gonna”

“Me too” he moves his hand down to your clit and rubs, making you see stars and release all over him. He finishes on your thighs and collapses on top of you. He leaves and comes back with a damp washcloth to clean you up. He settles in bed next to you and wraps his arms around you.

“Thank you for letting me do that” he says while kissing your scalp.

“I love you Tate”

“I love you too, baby”

✮ my recs are open

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#tate langdon x reader #tate langdon #evan peters fic #evan peters smut #evan peters #evan peters x reader #ahs murder house #american horror story #ahs smut

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kakashiislut · 1 year

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Can we get more kratos PLS I don't have any prompts but JUT MORE KRATOS :)pls (maybe smut 😏)

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I love the “I don’t have any prompts but” BAHAHA same same, sometimes I just wanna read more of a certain character lol. I’m just gonna write some random stuff!

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Warnings: talks about sex, cock, kissing. Some fluff and some Nsfw. Overall the bestest boy gets the bestest treatment. GN!Reader & No Proof Read.

Authors Note: not much to say besides that I didn’t read over this, so can ya plzs hint out stuff that don’t make sense? Thanks!

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NSFW & SFW Kratos Drabble! Kratos x GN!Reader

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Kratos, but he waits for you to eat first before he starts. Waiting at the table until you’re comfy enough to start putting food in your mouth.

Kratos, but he often places his elbow on the top of your head. Even if you’re not that much shorter then him, he still will plop it onto your head.

Kratos who tries his best to not stomp on flowers that he finds pretty. He comes home bearing one small flower as a gift. It’s pretty like you.

Kratos who starts to slowly express how he feels. Giving you short answers that help build your relationship more.

“I don’t like how that thing stares at me.”

*Points to tiny mushroom creature while making an upset face*

Kratos who is trying his best to be a better husband to you. Along with being a better husband, a better father and friend.

Kratos who gets kinda shy when you push your head up to kiss him while he’s Fucking into you. The way your moans escape into his mouth catches him off guard.

Kratos who lets you jerk him off while laying in bed together. Please stroke the tip and put some pressure on it.

Kratos who finds it so sexy when you show independence and fierceness. He wants to see you stand up for yourself and cockily yell at people.

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I feel like he’s the type to sit back and watch you do your thing. Undress, take off jewelry, wash up and dress up. Of course, before you dress up, you have to straddle his lap, kiss him and gently grind your hips down on him.

He’ll do whatever you want, please ask him nicely. He wants to serve you, wants to eat you, devour your aura whole. He’s yours. Built for you. Shaped for you. He loves your teeth. The way they leave bite marks on him.

He finds it absolutely cruel when you stop, get up, get dressed and lay in bed. Eyes waiting for him. He doesn’t know if he should get up, rip your clothes off and fuck you until the bed breaks. No no, he can’t, Atreus is here.

Or maybe he should lay by you, leaving soft kisses and whispering sweet nothings into your skin. Rub his beard into your neck while you reach over and hold his hand. His big, old hands.

He told Mimir that gods don’t take naps, but he gets so tired around you. He wants to sleep and cuddle you. Wants to dream by you, if that’s even possible for him at this point. He’s old and worn out. You’re just so…perfect.

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