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cupcakeinat0r · 3 months

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Thinkin abt Dad Bod!Miguel…

Ft. Daddy, Praise, n Size kink!!! (Duh.)

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You leave the classroom after enduring the most stupid 3 hour 8am lecture that you needed for a stupid credit for the stupid degree that you cried and prayed for.

Your spirit is immediately lifted once you see your boyfie waiting outside of the building for you, the six-foot-nine man leaning against his car like a total poser. His burly arms are crossed, which makes his pecs bulge through his shirt even more. In your opinion, he fills out his button-up perfectly; the short sleeves barely able to contain his biceps, the hairs of his chest peeking out the first three open buttons… and his soft belly. Perfect for naps. You couldn’t see it from here, but you just knew his ass was lookin good in those jeans, too. You crash into his arms, kisses planted on your head. “Missed you today, mamita.” He mumbles into your hair. “Missed you more, baby. Now, please, take me home.”

You step in the house and face plant onto the couch. You could’ve fallen asleep right there, but you feel a breath on your ear, “Mamita, aye…”, you lift your head with a “hm?” toward the gentle voice, “Mama, ven a la cama… será mejor que’l sofá, beba… ven, ven…” you let out a small ‘Mph’ when you’re peeled off the couch. Miguel scoops you up bridle style, as if you were a feather, and takes you to the bedroom.

Once you sluggishly remove your clothes, down to your panties and tank top, you, again, face plant into what feels like heaven (your bed). Miguel goes to change so that he’s just wearing his boxers. He stops in front of the full-body mirror, looking at himself. His muscles are still there, but he isn’t too happy with what he sees, having gained some weight since being with you, but more importantly, he wonders if you think the same. Even a little bit.

You smile to yourself as you feel the stomach of your lover pressed against your back, wrapping you with his strong, hairy arms and entangling his thick legs with yours, cocooning you in a bundle of warmth. “Comfy, mamita?” He presses a tender kiss on your temple. You sleepily nod your head against the pillow, blissful in your position as little spoon. There’s a moment of peaceful silence as his calloused hand starts to affectionately rub your back under the tank top.

The thought still eats at him, though.

“Bebe…”

“hm?”

“Esta feliz conmigo?”

“What?” Your head snaps up toward him. There’s genuine concern in your voice.

“I love you, that’s no question, but if you want to have your college fun, you should be able to. I don't want you to miss out on experiences because of… me. ” You sit up now, looking at him with furrowed brows, “What’re you talking about?” He looks down at the bare skin of your thigh, a deep, discouraged sigh escaping his lips as his pointer finger caresses the skin there, “I just want you to be happy. More than anything.”

In one swift motion, you straddle him. “Missing what? Those dumb frat parties filled with little boys who wouldn’t know how to handle me? You’re so silly, baby.” You press a tongue-filled kiss on his lips, and a low growl erupts in his throat. “Ugh, I’d miss out on a million parties if it meant having all this.” You murmur against his lips before starting a trail of kisses down his torso, even with an occasional nibble, the warmth and hair of his skin meeting your lips the whole way down. You worshipped every inch of his thick body with your lips, all the way from his broad and hairy chest, his stretch marks, to his chubby midriff, down his mouth-watering happy trail, and finally to the hem of his boxers, where a bulge began to form.

You look up and give him a sultry look, “No college boy could ever compare to my fine ass hubby." His voice becomes strained, breath labored as you take your index finger and rub precise circles on his wet tip through his boxers, making him hiss. “fuck, mami… what did I do to deserve you? Eres una Bendicion, tu sabes?”, he caresses your cheek with his thumb, “Scored a fucking goddess… I’m so fuckin’ lucky. No sé cómo conseguí una mujer como tú..” he coos.

"And you’re so big n’ strong n’ handsome, Daddy. I love it.” Your voice combined with your touch made his dick twitch, his now angry tip slightly peeking out. You fail to fight back a small moan when you release his pretty cock from the confines of his boxers, it springing against his lower belly. Drool began to form in your mouth. You haven’t even tasted it and you were already cock drunk. “love this cock s’much…so perfect.” you mewl as you slowly begin pumping his cock. Miguel pathetically looks down at you; The prettiest girl in the world showing him the attention he doesn’t feel worthy of but oh so deserves. “Awe, You want daddy’s cock, don’t you, baby?” He tuts, his voice all sweet and pouty.

“Mhm,” you nod, a meek expression on your face.

“Let me show my man just how happy I am to be his.”

And any self-doubt that Miguel had about you being with him was poof! Gone.

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be-with-me-so-happily · 9 months

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il gran finale

ONE SHOT

Summary: As photography apprentice to Lloyd Wakefield, you have been around Harry quite a lot on tour, capturing all the mesmerizing moments on stage. But at the after party of the final show in Reggio Emilia, he seems to be the one zoned in on you.

AN: I don't know if this is any good. I haven't written smut in so long, but with Love On Tour coming to an end, I needed to do something!

Warnings: Some explicit language, alcohol consumption, mild exhibitionism kink, fingering, public unprotected intercourse (wrap it before you tap it people)

You've always known Harry Styles is a gentleman. Even before you took on the role of apprentice photographer to Lloyd Wakefield, you only ever heard positive comments about the man, about how kind and caring he is. No one ever has a bad thing to say, and touring with him has only proven those things to be true. He is a sweet guy, just as everyone claims him to be.

That's his reputation. His public reputation.

But the way his enchanting and lustful green eyes have locked in on you for the past several minutes has made you think of nothing but the other reputation he has. The dream that you and thousands of his fans indulge in. The fantasy of him taking control of every single part of you, of using you, of pleasing you. Of giving you everything he has while you are under him, and on top of him, and in front of him, and…

You reset yourself as nearby laughter pulls you out of those delicious yet indelicate thoughts, ones you may need to draw upon later in the privacy of your hotel room.

It's bad enough that he has a flirtatious side. The subtle winks, the cheeky smiles, the wiggles of his eyebrows when a mildly indecent comment has been made. Usually by him. Both on and off stage, each of those gestures can easily get you flustered.

And it definitely doesn't make your job any easier, especially considering it's your assignment to watch him, to photograph him, to view him in a variety of different angles, none of which could be considered unflattering. He always looks good.

The outfit tonight, the shaggy silver get-up, showcasing his glistening pecs and chiseled abs, only added to the assortment of desires you only dwell upon alone at night. You're usually very composed, for the most part. You know how to play it cool.

But right now, as his stare exhibits something primal, you feel as if your entire body is on fire, and you can't help but be engulfed by the flames.

Clinking of the ice in your glass as you bring it to your lips alerts you to the fact that your drink has been fully consumed, and you decide to head to the bar for a refill. If not just for another drink, then for the moment of solidarity to gather yourself and bring some air back into your lungs. Because you are sure it's not the alcohol that's causing you to feel so dizzy.

"Hi, could I please hav-"

"Another margarita?" You hear in a deep, sultry, British voice sounding out from behind you. Right behind you.

"Yes please." You utter, almost inaudibly, to the bartender, the heat from before intensifying with each breath of Harry's that you feel on your neck.

"And I'll have two shots of Tequila, please sir." He states, so casually, as you stand frozen in place.

A cold breeze hits your skin as you see him move around and position himself to your left, leaving you to miss the warmth he was just providing.

"You look like you're having a good time." He states, as he brings his glass to his lips. You watch as the rim rests on them. You watch as the liquid slides between them. And you watch as a smirk pulls in the mischievous dimple that he is so well known for, unintentionally licking your own lips in the process.

"Sorry… what were you saying?" You ask, attention moving back to his gaze and finding those glistening green irises already locking in on your eyes.

"Enjoying yourself?" He chuckles in response to your question, leaving your heart pounding with embarrassment.

"I am!" You exclaim, quicker than anticipated, clearly not playing it cool like you believe you usually do.

"Good." He replies simply.

"Are you?"

"I am." He nods, his eyes quickly flickering down your body, before switching their focus back to the bar, creating a warmth between your legs, and you try desperately not to squirm.

"Good." You reply, with a giggle, finally taking the sip of margarita that has unknowingly been sitting in front of you for a few minutes. "So we're both enjoying ourselves."

He chuckles along with you, shaking his head as he throws back his second shot. He swallows it harshly, drawing your eye to the way his Adam's apple bobs with the consumption of the liquor. You notice his body begin to turn towards you, and as you glaze up his neck to his gorgeous face, a lustful expression falls over it. His brows narrow, and deviancy sparks in his eyes, turning them to a deep, enticing emerald.

"Want to enjoy each other now?"

"Sure, that-" You begin to respond, but your eyes begin to travel down to his lips, noticing how his teeth dig into the bottom one. His look of determination makes you wonder if there's a more devious meaning behind it, and that thought alone causes an extreme yearning between your legs. "Wait… what do you mean?"

He leans against the bar, his tattoo-covered forearm resting on top, as the palm of his right hand gently slides over your hip and draws you closer with the mildest press of his fingertips against your dress.

"YN, I just had one of the best nights of my fucking life! I want to celebrate. Really celebrate."

"And… how-... umm… how do you want to really celebrate?" You chuckle nervously, every hair on your body standing straight, every nerve on high alert.

"I can show you. If you want me to." He utters, almost a whisper, barely audible in the jumble of conversations surrounding you, but loud enough that it sends the coldest shiver down your spine. He leans closer, his body following along until you are only inches apart. "And considering how tightly your thighs are clenched together right now… I think you do."

Your mouth instantly drops open, and if he wasn't actually correct, and those contracted muscles weren't holding you upright, your legs would have buckled beneath you.

"C'mon." He whispers, softly running two fingers down your arm and grabbing your hand, pulling your body to follow him.

"Harry, wait." You manage to get out, surprisingly, considering the daze he's just put you in. "This… is your party..."

"Yeah." He states, shrugging so casually as he turns back to look at you. "So?"

"We can't just leave!"

Harry stops his trek, along with your heart. He swivels around, the most salacious smirk wide across his face, and to your surprise, you manage to clench your core even tighter.

He leans down to your ear, his lip barely grazing the bottom, his breath steady but thick.

"Who said anything about leaving?"

An exhale releases all the air held in your lungs, leaving you unsure whether it is the margaritas or his suggestive statement that's making your head spin.

He turns back and maneuvers through the crowd of people that have come to congratulate and party with him. But he seems to be a man on a mission.

Through the dim lights and the loud thumps of the music filling the room, you somehow find yourself looking at a staircase leading up the the second floor of the venue.

"Just us?" You hear Harry ask the security staff member guarding the way.

"Yes, Mr. Styles." He responds with a quick nod.

Without hesitation, Harry leads you up, each step building the anxious anticipation inside of you. It's not even clear what may be waiting for you at the top, but if Harry's apparent determination is any indication, it won't be boring.

As you reach the landing, you do a quick scan of your surroundings, seeing a couple of purple velvet sofas pushed against the wall. He takes you further in, letting go of your hand and placing both of his large palms on the thick, black railing in front of him. You stand at his side, copying his stature, though feeling the sweat of your hands being transferred to the metal within them.

The neon flashing of lights is the only thing brightening the venue, as the music sounds and provides a rhythm for the rest of the attendees to move their bodies to. You feel Harry's closest arm glide its way across your back, settling itself on your opposite hip, and squeezing with enough firmness to tell you he wants to be gentle with you, but also wants not to be.

The rest of his figure moves along behind you, pulling you closer to him, as if your bodies had an unretractable magnetic connection. The warmth of his lips suddenly hits right below your ear, causing every muscle you have to practically melt under that simple touch.

"Harry…" You utter, unsure if you've been heard over the sound of the new song beginning to play. "People could see us…"

"Doubtful." He mumbles, his breath tickling down your neck. "No one's looking anyway."

Another kiss moistens your skin, and your head falls backwards to him, resting against his broad, strong shoulder, encouraging him to continue his tantalizing exploration.

He grazes your hips with his palms, running them up and down the tops of your thighs, letting out a heavy exhale when he stops at the hem of your dress. His fingertips tease the edge, sliding around to the front. One hand lifts up to your waist, while the other glides around to your inner thigh, and you could swear your panties are already soaked.

"Do you like this?" He whispers in your ear, and with the state of daze he currently has you in, all you can manage is a subtle nod. "Tell me. Do you like this?"

"Y-yes." You breathe out.

"Do you want more?" He asks in the lowest tone he's ever spoken in, barely needing to convince you that he'll give you whatever you want.

"Yes." You reply, anticipation thick in your stomach.

His fingers run up and under your dress, and you thank yourself for picking the shorter of your two options when you were getting ready for the party.

You attempt to push him back a few paces to the closest velvet sofa for some privacy, but he stands solid in place and you stretch your neck to get as good of a look at him as you can.

"Stay." He states simply, not a demand that you couldn't reject, but the way his tone hit your soul, you can't even imagine refusing him of almost anything he wanted.

Suddenly your body jumps, as you feel mild pressure slowly moving up the center of your panties.

"Soaked." Harry whispers. "Didn't realize I got you this wet, this fast."

His teeth begin to nibble on your earlobe, as his fingers snap the fabric of your underwear, causing you to let out the most pathetic and needy whimper.

"Harry… please." You whine, desperate for something, anything, that he is willing to give you.

"What do you want, YN?"

"Touch me." You reply, your legs already weak at the thought.

He listens, running his index along your center, feeling how slick he's made you. Suddenly, he dips it inside of you, and you worry he could make you cum right here and now. But god you want to feel so much more. You want him to give you so much more.

Slowly, his finger pulls out, but immediately glides back in, accompanied by another, pumping them both in unison, and sending your head into a spin.

"Do you want more?" He asks into your ear.

"Yes." You barely reply, hoping with all you have that he heard your response.

He adds one more finger, and the trio pick up their pace as his thumb puts the perfect amount of pressure on your clit.

"Oh my god." You whine, feeling a sensation ripple through your body. Nothing you've done to yourself, alone with just your thoughts of him, could ever compare to the feeling of what he's doing to you now.

In and out, his fingers pump, and you're sure if the music suddenly stopped, the noise of his motions would echo from wall to wall.

"You're so tight." He utters. "Don't know if you'd be able to handle my cock."

Just the mention of that word has you moaning, so you reach your arm up to grab onto the back of his neck, and you tilt your head towards him.

"I want that."

"You want what?" He asks, quickening his pace, and halting your words until you swallow the lump that's caught in your throat.

You look down, scanning the crowd for any prying eyes, only to find everyone distracted by their own activities below. Although, at this moment, you aren't sure if that matters to you. If that would stop you.

"I want your cock." You admit, using your free hand to push in between your two bodies and palm over his hard bulge, the feeling of his thick girth creating an even deeper yearning for it.

"Fuck." He growls, his cock twitching under the fabric of his pants.

The emptiness created as his fingers leave your body almost has you wishing you hadn't made any other request, but as you feel his waistband tug down, and the bare skin of his cock as it springs out from its confines and back into your hand, you get wetter than you've been in any moment before.

A strong thigh parts your legs, the back of your dress inches up, and as you feel his long, thick cock glide between them and coat itself in your wetness, Harry lets out a deep, rumbling growl. He runs one hand up your spine and pushes slightly on your back, getting you to bend over a bit and prop yourself up with your hands gripping the railing.

There's never been a desperation so intense as now, as you feel Harry's tip tease your entrance. You've never wanted anything more than the sensation of him pushing into you, stretching you out, giving you everything you've ever fantasized about.

"Think you can fit me inside there?" He asks, the smugness more enticing than you could have imagined possible. But his words, his touch, his everything is overwhelming and rendering you speechless. Then you hear Harry hum, as if knowing your inability to reply, and answering it for himself. "I think you can."

And just like that, he slips in. Slowly, giving you time to adjust to his size each time he pushes in a little further. Filling you completely with every inch he goes deeper, until all you feel is him. Until all you know is him.

"Oh my god." You moan out, unaware if it has been drowned out by the music and chatter of everyone else.

He quickens his pace slightly, and your hold on the railing tightens, not only to steady yourself, but also to possibly disguise your actual activities as simply enjoying the rhythm of the song.

"All these people… and no one knows what we're doing up here." Harry grunts as he thrusts into you, drawing out another, yet much heavier, moan from your chest. It's followed by a pleased groan from behind you, the sound almost as good as any song he's ever sung. "But I wouldn't care if they did… if they saw how well you're taking me… and if they heard much you love it."

"Harry…" You whine, as an extreme sensation builds in your core, feeling every nerve peek, alerting you to the fact that at any moment now, you'll be completely taken over by the intense amount of pleasure he's giving you. "I need to-"

"No." He states sternly.

"Please!" You beg, all dignity being tossed aside.

"Not yet." He replies, and all of a sudden, you feel hollow. Something is missing, and as you feel yourself clear out from the heightened state of a daze you've been in since you reached that second level of the venue, you realize his glorious cock is no longer inside of you.

"What-" You begin, stepping back and turning around to face him, finding his teeth digging hard into his bottom lip, creating an even stronger desire to have him fill the gap again.

"I need to fuck you harder, and faster." He explains grabbing both hips as he backs up and lowers down to take a seat on the sofa. "And I need to watch you when you cum all over my cock."

A shallow breath makes its way out between your lips at his statement, and you slowly lower yourself to straddle his lap, feeling a throb inside yourself as you feel another underneath you.

Your hips begin to grind on him, hoping to create an impatience in him as strong as the one in you. You cup his cheeks within your palms and bring your lips to his, smiling against them as they part and release a deep moan. You move to kiss his jaw, letting the stubble tickle your skin and you make your way down his neck. His hands begin to roam your body, exploring more than they had been able to when standing at the railing. They grip your back, your waist, and settle at your hips, gripping just tight enough to guide them back and forth.

"All I've thought about tonight… is having you like this." You hear him utter, the words hitting deep into the pit of your stomach. "Hell, all I think about most nights is… fuck… is having you like this!"

You pull back, your eyes immediately locking in on his, as if your bodies are confessing their deepest desires to each other in a secret, seductive language. Without a word, you push up on your knees, hovering over and inviting him back inside of you, where you want him the most. One of his hands holds his cock steady as the other remains on you, helping you to lower back down onto him. In this position, you can feel him ever more, much to your surprise considering he filled you so well just moments ago.

"Then fuck me how you've been wanting to." You state, your focus still fully on him.

As soon as he's given that permission, both palms squeeze tighter to your body, pulling you down on his cock as if to meld your bodies together.

"Oh god." He exclaims, throwing his head backwards to rest on the sofa, dropping his mouth open as you begin to bounce.

Almost instantly, with the new depth he's hitting, you feel your body reignited and a release drawing near.

"Harry, this is…" You mumble, the pleasure hindering a complete coherent sentence. "It's… how…"

"Tell me, baby." He replies, holding you down as he starts to thrust up into you, leaving you unable to feel anything other than him.

"This is how… oh my-… I've been wanting you… to fuck me, too…"

"F-... fucks sake!" He exclaims, no longer holding back his vigor as he goes as fast and gets as deep as he possibly can, causing moans to burst out from both of you.

"Harr-... I'm gon-..." You whine, trying to plead with him to get you over the edge and fall into a pool of ecstasy. The sight of his hair becoming messy with sweat, the feel of his hands holding you down, the taste of his skin on your lips, the smell of his cologne exuding off his chest, the sound of his breathy moans in your ear. He has completely taken over all of your senses, and you know this is the best experience you've ever had.

"Say it, YN. Look at me and say it." He growls, and as your eyes find his, the amount of lust in his begins to push you off the ledge.

"I'm gonna cum."

"Where?"

"On your cock!" You blurt, the level of volume coinciding with the intensity of your desperation. "I'm gonna cum on your cock."

"Do it." He commands, and with his permission, you immediately let go, completely melting into him as that desired ecstasy rips through your entire body.

Your face falls into the crook of his neck, only leaving enough room to draw in some shallow, labored breaths. You can feel Harry squirm beneath you, his stride becoming less rhythmic with each stroke into you, his chest rising and falling in the same, unsteady way.

"YN… if I can't cum inside you, tell me now, 'cause I'm… fuck, I'm so close."

Your head lifts and pulls away, looking into his gorgeous green eyes, pupils blown and a glaze covering them. You lean down to his ear, letting your breath puff gently over his skin.

"Cum inside of me, Harry." You whisper, placing a kiss right below his ear.

"Y-yeah? You want my cum?" He fumbles, his breathing becoming more random with every sloppy thrust. "I'll give you… f-fucking all of it!"

Harry grips tighter, bouncing you on himself with a determination you aren't sure if you've ever seen before. He lets out a moan so gritty you know it originated deep in his chest. The sound alone could have you orgasming again if it drew out a few seconds longer. It's accompanied by one last thrust of his hips and a powerful, pleased throbbing of his cock, as his cum coats your walls.

If the dj wasn't blasting anything through the speakers, the sound of your synchronized, labored breaths would be enough to fill the room. You sit up straighter, still straddling Harry's lap, and you finally take in the mess of a man in front of you. His head still rests back on the sofa, his eyes now shut, and a blissful smile stretched across his face.

"That's one way to finish a tour." You chuckle, pushing your palms against the fabric of the shirt now sticking to the drizzle of sweat on his chest.

His palms shoot up to your face, holding it so gently, but with an untapped passion behind his eyes. They flicker to your lips and he dives in for a taste, running his tongue along to part them, and sighing as your own tongue dances along. A pop sounds out as you pull apart, with just enough room for an inhale of air, and he rests his forehead against yours.

"And cheers to the next one."

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cosmal · 2 years

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KINKTOBER DAY EIGHT — FACESITTING WITH EDDIE MUNSON

*:･ﾟ summary — eddie convinces you to ride his face.

*:･ﾟ warnings/tags — fem!reader, she/her prns. face sitting, face fucking, reader is a little self-conscious, doubtful, encouraging eddie!!!!

*:･ﾟ word count — 1.7k

Eddie has you sprawled you atop his bed, thighs spread, held open by his meaty palms, and you sit there, palming your tits lazily. You’re down to completely nothing, he’s still in his shirt and boxers. You don’t think it’s all that fair.

“Eddie?” You call. He looks up from where he’s laying on his stomach, face between your legs. He smiles, all toothy and lovesick.

“What’s up, baby?” He asks, squeezing at your calf attentively.

You turn your knee inwards and he stops you, palm flat. “You’re being very quiet.” You say matter of factly.

He kisses your knee with wet lips, “M’thinking.”

“Yeah?” Your voice becomes quieter the closer he inches to your cunt. “That’s scary.” you giggle.

He nips at your skin and chuckles. “That’s mean,” He kisses your leg where he’d bitten you, “No, thinking about you. About us.”

“Eddie?” You ask again. Your heart beats fast with worry and your face screws up. You sit up a little so he can see you better, leaning back on your elbows.

His grin puts your thoughts at ease. But still, he looks mischievous. You nudge him with your foot when he doesn’t elaborate.

After a beat, he says, “Want you to sit on my face.”

Your breath catches, “What?”

Eddie chuckles, “Want you to ride my face, baby. Like when I eat you out, but you’re on top.”

You laugh like he’s joking, But when he doesn’t join in with your unsure laughter, break out with a stupid joke, your voice rises in pitch, “I’ll squash you, Eddie.”

He kisses further up your leg until he’s at the width of skin between your cunt and thigh. It tickles and he grins when you shiver, “That’s the whole point.” He says into your skin, voice low and sultry.

“C’mon, Eddie.”

He looks up at you, eyes stern but still with that stupid grin, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding, you won’t squash me. But it’ll feel good. Promise.”

The thought of sitting on his face scares you, but the way your tummy tingles and your thighs instinctively move to rub together has you thinking that it might be okay. It could be…fun.

Eddie crawls up your body until he’s leaning up on his hands beside you. His face hovers above yours and your cheeks tickle when he breathes out. Moving down to catch your lips with his, he says, “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to, you know that right?”

You would never feel pressured with Eddie. Never. You nod reassuringly before turning to kiss his forearm beside your head. “I know.”

“But…” He pauses, “I think you’ll have a lot of fun.”

“How do you know that?”

Eddie looks offended, face screwed up, “You think I don’t know my girl?” He pokes you in the side of your ribs and you squirm, bursting into a fit of light, airy giggles. “I know how much you love it when I fuck you with my tongue.” Your breath catches but not because of the tickling. He knows you too well. Reads you for filth. But, who wouldn’t love it? “But, I’ll love it more if you’ll sit on my face.”

He’s working you up, you can tell. You hate that it’s working.

It doesn’t take much more convincing. Just some reassuring before he’s laying flat on his back, naked and too ready, and you sit at his side.

He pats his chest, skin slapping, with a smirk he knows you detest, “C’mon, baby. Up here.”

You roll your eyes, “I hate you.”

He tuts, and braces your legs until you’ve climbed over his chest, thighs on either side of his ribs, “No. You don’t.”

He palms at your thighs, tugging to ease you down. You lean down until your centre is snug against his chest. Eddie shivers at the wet warmth, still grinning stupidly when he watches you settle. Folds spreading below his pecs.

You spread your hands over his chest, bracing yourself for what’s to come.

You, you think, giggling.

Eddie palms your thighs, smile turning confused, “What’s so funny?”

You shake your head, “This is so stupid.’’

“You think?”

Eddie looks at you, genuinely concerned. Brows high and pinched. You melt when he massages your skin lovingly. You feel so eased it’s a little scary. Maybe it can be both, you think. Daunting because you’re outside your comfort zone, but calm because you’re doing it with Eddie.

“No, no.” You shake your head, “No, I’m being stupid.”

“What? No, you’re not.” He says, soothingly, “Just take a breath, yeah?”

You do. You breathe deeply as he grasps your thighs to shuffle you closer up his body. You stop when you hover just above his neck. His breath feels hot against you and you clench unthinkingly. “You’ll tell me if you want me to get off?” You squeak, bracing the headboard with a too-tight grip. Your hands shake around the wood.

“My mouth might be a little full, baby.” He chuckles.

“I’m serious, Eddie. Pinch me or something.”

He pinches you and can’t help but glare at him. Stoic, he says, “Okay, yeah, I’ll pinch you or something. Just, fuck, sit on me already baby, Wanna taste you.”

“Okay.” You say breathlessly.

He guides you until you hover above his face. You close your eyes before he leans up to kiss your clit. You still don’t have the strength in you to sit completely on him yet. Still wary.

Slowly, he kisses at your skin. Over your folds, wet with anticipation, hot lips roving over you. He darts his tongue to catch your bead in his mouth and you jolt. Your legs kind of buckle and he takes his opportunity to pull you flat against his face, nose pressing into your mound.

He hooks his arms over your legs and pulls until you’re completely snug against his mouth, like the space between you is too big. Like he can’t get you close enough. With a probing tongue, it runs down to your weeping hole to gather your slick, dragging it back up to flick around your clit.

With every exploring lick, you jolt and twitch. Eddie laughs through you and it only causes more twitching. He pushes up under the hood of your clit and swirls, and swirls and swirls. Laps at you like he’s a thirsty man.

His fingers press cruelly into the dough of your thighs and you have to stable yourself against the bed. Chancing a look down at where he’s sat below you. His head bobs back and forth, and his fringe crushes against your clit with a numbing pressure. It tickles and you can’t help but squirm against his face.

You push down with your thighs to balance yourself, bringing your hands to his forehead to brush away his hair from his face.

Grinning and messy, he pulls back from you, wet with a glistening sheen of your slick. Groaning, he says, “Fuck, baby. Makin such a mess.” Slurping, he darts his tongue back out to catch the dribbling wet like he can’t waste any. “Taste so fucking good.”

“Eds.” You whine, tugging at his hair probably too roughly. Hating the teasing in such a compromising position.

“Okay, sorry.” He doesn’t waste any time in wrapping his lips back around you. He’s slurping and licking, and if you had it in you, you’d be embarrassed. But, it’s too late for that now.

At a pace that has your fingers flexing through his hair and your legs shaking, he laps at you, pulling you close again. With his nose prodding into you just above your clit. You feel your high building in no time when he slides his hands along to use his thumbs to spread you open.

He explores your hole with his probing muscle for a quick moment, licking his way back up to flick at your clit again and you clamp your legs around his head, shoulders digging into your ass. Unravelling in his strong grip, he palms and licks until you feel yourself jolting with overwhelming pleasure.

You rock yourself against his wet face, trying to search for a release that feels excruciatingly close. Your legs tingle and your tummy aches in the best possible way. A whimpering, stimulated mess. When the feeling begins, you grind down, using his hair for stability.

Fucking yourself along his tongue, a searing heat overwhelms you, cunt clenching around nothing as you moan and cry out. You seize up around him and your knuckles turn white where they grip the headboard when his head switches movements, wriggling his face against the flat of your cunt, nudging every last nerve ending.

When you begin to pant heavily, you remember yourself and where you’re sitauted. “Fuck,” Pushing yourself from his face and down between his legs. Squeezing your own legs shut.

There’s a beat of only panting and sniffling before he sits up, smiling madly. You blink, panting out a sorry.

He chuckles deeply, “Fuck, baby. That was insane. You’re insane.”

You push yourself onto your ass until you sit. He pouts, “Stop, c’mere.”

He reaches out for you and let him grasp your arm and willingly pull you into his lap. You can feel his hard-on underneath your bare ass, pushing up against you. He kisses your neck, travelling up to your cheek with sloppy, wet kisses, stopping where your eyebrow ends, right across your temple. “Did,” Kiss. “Did you have fun?” Kiss.

Beaming, you say, “Yeah, I think I did.”

“You think?” He asks indignantly, a little faux offended, “Babe, you squeezed me so hard with those pretty thighs I couldn’t hear.”

You slap his chest, “Stop it.”

“It was quite rude actually. Couldn’t hear you moaning for me.” He laughs.

“Oh, poor Eds.” You entertain his teasing for a moment. He’s too cute.

He presses his nose into your neck, kissing for a moment and there are only the noises from his mouth before he nudges your face and says, “Oh, Eddie!” He moans, voice all high to impersonate you. You clamp your hand around his bicep, “Fuck, Eddie! Don’t stop! Fuck feels so good!”

You nudge him in his side and frown, “Stop. I don’t sound like that.”

He pecks you once more, “You’re right, baby. You sound much prettier.”

You roll your eyes like he didn’t actually do a good impression of you. You do kinda sound like that. You hate him.

gif — kwistowee !

#eddie munson #stranger things #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x female!reader #eddie munson imagine #eddie munson fic #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson fanfiction #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson x you #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x female reader smut #eddie munson kinktober #kinktober #kinktober 2022

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satoruhour · 9 months

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sub and/or virgin gojo who can't wait to fuck??

a/n: ouh baby you read my mind. here u go / sub!gojo, gojo has literal heart eyes 4 u, teasing, dry humping / grinding, light nipple play, light choking, orgasm denial, light binding, pet names, n*sfw under the cut

gojo thinks he might just die.

that’s all he feels when he looks at you as you straddle him, lips swollen and red from kissing you like a needy little thing. under the pleading, blue eyes he had, there was something begging to be relieved, a carnal need for his lover.

it’s cute, how the strongest sorcerer is reduced to something so little in the bedroom, wrists loosely tied to the bedpost. gojo satoru could break free easily too, but he doesn’t, sitting like a good boy under you and waiting.

“baby.” it’s breathless, his porcelain skin flushed red from the whole ordeal, illustrating his features so nicely when they aren’t threatening an enemy curse user or talking to gakuganji — he’s close to crying and his hips are bucking into yours and he’s whining, a sight that’s seared into your brain yet you’ll tell no one.

“what is it, ’toru, hm?” you ask, voice sultry, standing your ground and trying not to grind down on his bulge, either, choosing to focus all your energy on making him tell you exactly what he wants. “i need words, baby boy.”

satoru almost cums there and then, with how your hands trail up his half naked body, sending chills through his limbs with how you span his abs to his pecs and to his neck, squeezing oh so lightly on his carotid to give him that brief high.

“i w’nna…” he hums, the headboard creaking a little from how he struggles against the binds, desperately to touch just an inch of you. “i wanna touch you, princess.”

you let out a heavy sigh, both at his need and the feel of your cunt along his pelvis, dragging slowly to bring out satoru’s whimpers. it’s a torture to him more than you, who’s making use of his body freely with your neck exposed and moans that now increase in volume. it’s killing him, how soon after he’s close, you’re suddenly halting your hips, smiling down like a minx at his predicament.

“no— no, no, baby, please—” gojo’s pouting and whining, sounds cut off when you press the heel of your hand into his sensitive bulge, big and uncomfortable under his jujutsu uniform, “i’ll do anything, baby girl, p-please... just w’nna fuck you—”

and then it’s square one all over again, palming his hard cock through the trousers and the other dancing around his pecs before taking his nipple, squeezing between your thumb and forefinger — all rewarded by seeing your boyfriend fall apart by your hands. and he chokes out multiple moans, grinding against your hand to get some kind of relief but you pull back immediately.

“behave, satoru.” that one word coming from anyone else probably wouldn’t work on satoru, but the cadence of your voice and the way you say it immediately shuts him up. “be a good boy and i’ll let you touch me. i’ll let you fuck me, even,” you put a finger to your chin in faux ponderment, “and maybe let you cum.”

“maybe…?”

you laugh like a little devil, leaning down to give him a kiss that he chases even after you pull away. the room’s hot, satoru is burning and his muscles are tensing in anticipation. your breath fans over his ears, and your lover exhales shakily, wisps of his white hair tickling your face and the almost inaudible whimpers falling from his lips.

“i won’t tell you which one you’ll get, though.”

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men-of-colors · 5 months

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Shades of grey anatomy

মাত্ঠিস খোল্মান। ২৩১১২৩

#matthis coleman #grey aesthetic #men in grey #eurohunk superbody #beautiful pecs #perfect pecs #bulletproof pecs #sultry pecs #physical perfection #ready in bed #massive men #tattooed forearms #gratuitous male crotchwear #crotch grab #pecs of steel #thick pecs #sexy pecs

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specs-tacularmen · 2 years

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T h i c k n e s s

적당한 두꺼움

ಕಿಮ್ಮಿನ್ಚುನ್‌।೨೨೦೯೨೭।김민준

#kim minjun #korean specs #specs and muscle #한국 근육남 #tattooed pecs #specs and pecs #asian specs #specs and abs #pabro studio #specs and tats #asian muscle worship #胸板 #korean male sensuality #sultry pecs

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phallic-thighs · 2 years

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Y’ know, this crotchwear is really handy, ‘cos it helps people narrow down what my religion is, or what it ain't…

ദാനിയെല്‌ ഷൊനെയെ।൨൨൦൭൧൮

#daniel shoneye #cockwear #massive men #sultry pecs #guy thighs #nigerian superbody #afrothighs #髭

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asratery · 10 months

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Miguel O’Hara x Spider-Man!Male Reader Pt. 2

Continuation of my previous post due to request :)

Part One | Part Two | Part Three

cw: implied oral sex (r receiving), love bites, sex omg just sex, top reader, bottom miguel, miguel gets fucked, reverse cowgirl and leapfrog positions, breeding kink, pet names, semi-public sex, use of y/n, crying, established relationship (at the end tho)

Didn’t expect people to actually like the first part 🥹 this is for y’all

@sad-author-san @dragonspaint09

(word count: 2.6K+)

“Go lock the door.” Your voice was full of lust, a wave of arousal sweeping over you at Miguel’s whimper. You had no idea your superior could make such pretty noises. How were you just now taking notice of the pretty creature in your hospital room? Were you blind? You’d never really noticed just how alluring your boss was, face and figure, up until now. And the man touched himself to you groaning? Was this even the first time? Oh, you were gonna be up for a couple hours now.

He was extra careful during foreplay, despite your encouragement to do what he pleased, gently unraveling the wrap shirt the hospital gave you, uncovering your mouthwatering physique. Sat in your lap, his fangs gently nipped your pecs, indulging in one of his many desires that you so generously allowed as you stroked the tops of his firm thighs with your bandaged hands, groaning at the sight of his love bites. He scooted back before leaning down further, his tongue laving over the ridges of your abs, his fangs somehow even gentler as he nipped what skin he could without further irritating your still recovering ribs.

You slid a hand down Miguel's spine, hooking a finger over the waistband of his pants as he looked up at you, a shy expression on his face as a string of saliva connected between his pointed tongue and your abdomen. What a fucking tease. "I don't have any lube." Miguel whispered, a sultry look in his eyes. He was testing your patience. Testing you. He knew you could move only but so much with your injuries. You gripped the back of his hair, pressing his head closer to the large tent in your sweatpants. "You will." You said in a low tone, staring him down with a predatory gaze.

Miguel felt dizzy as he bounced in your lap, the room filled with sounds of your skin making contact followed by his whimpers and whines. His rapid inhales were quivery and heavy as he tried to hold back his cries of pleasure, fat tears dripping down his cheeks. It was far past visiting hours, and the last thing Miguel wanted was a nurse coming in and seeing the owner of the damn building riding one of their patients like his life depended on it.

He was leaned forward, his upper half propped up by his clawed hands, tearing into the hospital sheets between your brawny thighs. He rode every inch of your length, rising till the bulbous tip of your cock was left before slamming his hips back down. His hole was gobbling up every last bit of you, sinking down on every vein decorating your girth with ease, mouth ajar, drool leaking from the corners of his mouth as hoarse cries were held back.

Y/n was groaning in Miguel’s ear, a mix of pain from the movement on your recovering body and pleasure as his hole fluttered around you. Miguel grew worried at the sound of your occasional pained grunts, slowing his pace and turning his head to try and look back at you. “Are you alright?” He asked with a wary expression. You didn’t respond, opting to wrap one of your calloused hands around his hip, slamming him back down on your cock while the other muffled the shaky sob that erupted from him. “Don’t fucking stop.” You growled into Miguel’s ear, causing him to nod frantically, warm tears transferring from his flushed cheeks to your hand as he resumed his desperate pace.

Miguel’s bottom lip trembled as he moved, your cock reaching deep inside him in ways he didn’t know was possible. Every thrust rocked against his delicate prostate as his own cock hung heavy over the sheets, dripping pre onto the bedding. “M’ close, y/n, so close.” Miguel was practically sobbing as he spoke in a hoarse voice. His arms were struggling to hold himself up, his vision flickering every time the underside of your cock ground against his bundle of nerves.

“Keep going for me, mami, c’mon.” Your voice was raspy in his ear and the name slipped off your tongue so easily as your hands rubbed up his sides. Miguel let out a low sob at the label, his pace was frantic as he bounced in your lap. He had never been more thankful for his strict training regime, giving him the strength to keep moving on your cock even with the burning sensation in his thighs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Miguel whined hoarsely, his eyes rolling back with each drop of his hips. Your mind was battling between different desires, a part of you wanting to reach around Miguel and stroke him to finish, but another wanted to watch him unravel on your cock alone. Fuck it. You reached one of your hands forward, teasing his tip with your thumb while your other hand held his hip lightly. Miguel came undone quickly, his cum coating your fingers as he sobbed out your name, tears streaming down his pretty cheeks.

Miguel’s arms were trembling too much to hold himself up, slowly bending them and lowering his upper half down to the bed as his tears soaked into the sheets below. Your hard cock was still nestled inside him as his last few drops of release dripped onto the fabric, his hips stationary as they trembled above yours.

You weren’t done. Not yet. You gritted your teeth as you prepared to reposition, sliding the IV out of your arm before gripping Miguel’s hips as you lifted him a few inches off your cock, prompting him to whine softly. “I know, mami, I know.” You said soothingly as you bent your leg, readjusting yourself to kneel behind Miguel while propping his lower half up on his knees to properly meet his hips with yours.

The position was a bit painful on your still recovering ribs as you leaned over him, but that didn’t matter in this moment. You reached a hand back, grabbing one of your pillows. You wrapped your other arm under him, your forearm pressing into his chest as you gripped his neck, lifting him like a toy before stuffing the pillow under him and dropping him back down onto it, giving him something to muffle his sweet noises with. He was going to need it, cause you weren’t in the mood for mercy.

Miguel was bawling into the pillow as you moved, pounding into him at a brutal pace. Your eyes were raking over what you could see of his body as you leaned over him, one hand pressed into the bedding next to his head and the other gripping his hip tightly. His back arched so prettily to meet your thrusts, the muscle of his ass smushed against your pelvis every time you bottomed out and—Oh my god. Was this love? He took you so goddamn well. So perfect. You could tell this was his first time getting fucked by an actual cock. He must’ve relied on toys up until now. Did he think of you when he used those too? You wanted to ask him, but you could tell from his body’s reaction to your size that none of his little imitations could compare to you. His breathing was erratic and some of his inhales were choked off by a mix of sobs and moans.

“You’re doing so good, cariño, taking me so well.” Your voice was husky as you felt yourself steadily approaching your climax, your ears filled with the sound of Miguel’s cries in response to your words. “Can’t wait to fuck that pretty mouth of yours when I’m out of here.” Miguel nodded weakly at your words, his arms wrapped around the pillow as his head swayed in sync with each of your thrusts. You couldn’t believe the situation you were in. You would’ve been deep in denial if someone told you you’d be balls deep in your boss only eight months after being brought on the team. "Can't believe you were hiding this pretty thing from me for so long." You muttered, your words accompanied by a harsh spank against Miguel's right cheek, grinning when you heard him yelp and felt a flutter around your cock in response.

Fuck it. Miguel didn’t care anymore. If someone caught you two in the act, then so be it. He was doing a bit of everything now. Sobbing, moaning, sniveling, mewling, whimpering. He thought you’d cum not too long after him, but the rising feeling in his gut of another climax approaching him as well as your relentless pace said otherwise.

Miguel had a terrifying thought in the back of his mind that this all was just a lust on your end, only doing this for mutual pleasure, nothing more. Those fears were quickly erased however when he felt you slow your pace to a grind, the length of your member rocking against his prostate as you leaned down, pressing tender kisses against the muscles in his back. Your hand on his hip massaged circles into his soft flesh as you whispered sweet words into his ear, your cock grinding deep inside him as his eyes rolled back.

You had a strong urge to taunt him, make your little leader beg for your cock. You didn’t pick up the pace, opting to murmur against his nape, suggesting that maybe you two should leave it at this tonight, claiming that you didn’t want to overwhelm him with another orgasm. In the midst of giving your (fake) reasoning, Miguel had already reached one of his clawed hands out, gripping the wrist of your hand that rested next to his head, nearly drawing blood. He blabbered out a bunch of pleads, clearly distraught by your recommendation. “I can take it, I can take it,” his whines were cut off by a snivel, thick tears flowing down his face in desperation, “I need you, y/n, you can’t stop now. I need you to cum insi—”

You pulled back, sliding your cock out just enough for the tip to catch on his hole before slamming back inside him, resuming your merciless pace. “Fuck, you want me to fill you up, baby?” You grunted out between your thrusts. “Make me a daddy?” Miguel was delirious, couldn’t even respond as his eyes rolled back, drool leaking past his puffy lips and onto the pillow below him. You tucked your head against the curve of his nape, muttering dirty things in his ear as you pounded into him.

God, normally you didn’t like talking, but tonight you were feeling chatty. “Answer me, mami. Or do you want me to stop?” Miguel’s voice was hoarse and whiny, slurring his words as he got more and more drunk on your cock. “I wan’ it, I wan’ it.” He couldn’t hold his head up even a few inches anymore, slumping into his tear-stained pillow as he got closer and closer to his second orgasm. “You can have it, baby, it’s all yours.” You groaned into his ear, your own climax approaching. “Take everything, my first born, my last name, take it all, mami.”

Your pace stuttered as you climaxed, filling Miguel up with your seed as you bit his nape harshly. The sensations drove Miguel over the edge, staining the sheets below him for the second time tonight as he sobbed your name into the pillow. It was too much for him, falling into darkness only moments later, the sound of you clicking a few buttons on his wrist watch being his last memory before succumbing to his exhaustion.

Miguel woke up the next morning in your burly arms, his head tucked against your neck as the two of you laid on your sides, facing one another. He was sweating a bit, your body emitting heat like a furnace as he tried to recall the concluding events of the previous night. He was in a foreign room now, dressed in some of your clothing, sunlight illuminating the little signs of life around the large bedroom. Your room. Clearly well furnished as he took notice of the mini living room in one of the walls of the room.

Miguel knew you were wealthy, known for your business relations all over your Earth. He was always a bit perplexed at how little time you spent in your own dimension, always either scouring other Earths for anomalies or spending time in HQ, debriefing Miguel on your expeditions while awaiting your next assignment. Like a machine. This always irked him, nearly made him wonder if his attraction to you was just objectification. But now that he had a clear view of your rarely unmasked face, he could see that he was wrong. That the Spider-Man of this Earth was very much human.

You let out a low groan as you slowly awoke, your arms tightening around Miguel before lowering the arm that wasn't smushed under his side to rest on his waist. "The nurses are gonna be angry when they see I'm not in my room." You murmured in a husky voice, your eyes still closed. "I'll make an excuse for you, they won't argue with me." Miguel whispered back, a giddy smile spread across his face as his heart fluttered at the sound of your voice.

You could practically hear the smile in Miguel's voice, slowly opening your eyes to meet his. Miguel was a bit surprised at the satisfied look in your eyes, a bashful expression spreading on his face as his eyes darted away from yours. You squeezed an arm around his back, pulling him flush against you as your other hand squeezed the sore mound of his rear. "Don't be a prude, boss." You said in an undertone before pressing a tender kiss against his lips. Miguel accepted the kiss for a moment before quickly pulling his face back an inch from yours, a look of displeasure on his face. "C'mon, y/n, don't call me that right now." He mumbled, his eyebrows furrowed.

A small grin danced across your face as you turned, leaning your body over his as he shifted to lay flat under you, your arms bent and bordering around his head. "What would you prefer, Miguel?" You said in a low tone before you began pressing even softer kisses on his lips, his hands lifting to rest on your chest. "Mi vida?" A kiss. "Cariño?" Another one. "Or," you lowered your head enough so that your lips brushed against his when you spoke, "mami? You seemed to like that one last night." Miguel's lips pressed into a thin line at your last few words, a flush spreading across his cheeks at the memory. How fucking adorable.

"Y/n," Miguel murmured, a determination in his eyes, "what are we?" You stared down at him, thinking for a moment. "Y'know, I always knew when you were visiting me at night. I could feel you massaging lotion into my hands, or dripping antibiotics into my ear, or whispering stories about how you met Jessica. You're not very discreet." Miguel looked up at you, a vulnerable look on his face. "Why?" "I love you." Miguel blurted out a low tone, though his eyes were full of confidence. "I love you too." You replied in a softer tone, your elbows pressed into the firm mattress as your fingers ran through his hair.

Miguel looked like he could cry at the intimacy of the moment, but you beat him to it, one of your own tears dripping right below his eye before leaking down the side of his face. Miguel chuckled, reaching his hands up to hold your face. The two of you spent the morning exchanging kisses and sweet words before you both eventually had to return to HQ, returning to your room to receive a proper scolding from one of the older nurses.

Bro, I cannot put into words how badly I wanted to write miguel giving head. Imma have to save it for a part three where reader is fully recovered 😔 (obvi only if yall want it)

But yea, i hope yall enjoyed this 😆 It's like 3AM rn so I'm going to bed ✌️ feel free to let me know about any typos

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willowser · 10 months

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How much do I have to pay for more nerd Kiri?? CUZ I WILL

you see him again in the break room — which is odd, considering he's got his own on the other end of the building.

in the middle of reheating your lunch, staring dead-eyed into microwave as the seconds tick by, and then a little red blip is gracing the edges of your vision. when you look up from the 100-year-old creaking contraption, kirishima's back is turned — undoubtedly his back, considering the width — and his hands are fists at his sides and he's awkwardly shuffling back down the hall.

you pout a little, because you haven't been getting very far with him; all your attempts at flirting — both in person and over instant messenger — have gone either completely ignored or completely over his head, and you're starting to wonder if sero was just gassing you up as a prank. you wouldn't put it past him.

— but then he's back, facing you this time as he reenters the break room. the little wave he gives you is timid, as shy as the small up-turn of his lips.

"hey," you say conversationally, watching on as he nods and walks up to the cabinet above the microwave. kirishima peers inside for a long moment, like he can't find what he's looking for, though you have no idea what that could be. "forget something?"

"huh?" his eyes snap to you instantly, eyebrows raised. "no, no! i was just, uh, checking for, uh—" he shrugs then, taking a deep breath before offering you another smile. "how's the rubberband war going with hanta?"

"ugh, don't remind me," you roll your eyes as he laughs, quiet and cute. "it's 17 to 8 right now, and i'm surprised he hasn't taken out my eye yet."

"man," kirishima takes another long look into the cabinet before abandoning it to spin around and lean back against the counter. when he crosses his arms, you watch the material of his shirt strain over his biceps, the plush of his chest as he presses into his pecs. "you might wanna work on your aim."

"so i've been told," you stick your tongue out at him, lips curling when he has to look away in favor of scratching at the side of his thick neck, smiling at the floor. "you should help me, since you know how much of a menace he is."

"uh, yeah, i mean," he shrugs and pushing his glasses up his nose, having to blink when the lenses get too close to his long, dark eyelashes. "maybe i could make like, i don't know, a target or something on some sticky notes or—"

"no, lemme get some real practice in, by firing right at your cute little glasses here." when you gently tap the arm of them, his eyes shoot up to the ceiling, cheeks pink. all you get is a quiet uh. "c'mon, i'll make it worth your while. buy you a beer or something after work."

"nah, i can't—i can't let you do that."

you frown, feeling deflated once again. "why not?"

"because," the top button of his light blue shirt is undone and he fiddles with it for a moment, as he chews on his lip. "because i should be buying you the beer."

"okay," you grin and his eyes dart up, taking in the curve of your cheeks. "buy me one then."

"okay," the little laugh he lets out is full of nerves, but the smile on his face is charming, triumphant. "i've, uh, got dnd—or this, uh, game—sort of thing i play, or do, with my friends, but i can cancel!"

"oh, well, you have this 'game sort of thing that you do' at your house?" you grin again when he nods, cheeks red, and resist the urge to throttle him for being so fucking cute. "then why don't i have the beer at your place, so you don't have to cancel?"

"uh, no, no," kirishima's demeanor changes immediately as he stands straight, shaking his head as he stares down at his shoes. "no, it's, uh, kinda like—i don't know—weird, and i don't want you to have to sit through my nerd stuff."

"maybe i like nerd stuff," you bite your lip when he looks at you again, smothering another sultry little smile as his eyes zero in in your mouth. "dragons and elves and shit like that. after everybody leaves, we can play princess in a castle and you can be my knight in shining armor."

"uh," he laughs again, jittery, and takes a small step back when you try to lean into him. "i thought we were doing it—uh, doing the rubberband thing."

you can't help it; a small groan leaves your throat as you deflate. again. "kirishima, you're killing me here."

he exhales heavily, unable to even look at you as he speaks breathlessly. "sorry! uh, yeah, no, it starts at, um, 7 if you really wanna come."

"okay," you lightly tap your foot against his twice before turning back to the microwave, jabbing the numbers again because your food has surely gone cold at this point. "save me a seat, then."

"yeah, okay, i definitely will."

you can feel his eyes tracing over your profile, but if you have to look at his big, crimson eyes or pink cheeks any longer, you'll lose your mind, and so you direct your smile at the microwave. unceremoniously, he awkwardly shuffles around you, shoulders tense as he makes an abrupt exit.

— but he turns, suddenly, and when you look up, he's got one hand in his hair, gripping it lightly.

"did you really wanna do the princess thing or—i could, i don't know—" he turns away one last time when you can't help but to giggle, barely suppressing his own smile as you call out to him that, yes, you would love to do the princess thing, with him.

#no payment necessary !!!!!!#i have too much fun with this alfhskak fucking akfbdjakak dork !!!!!#i can't. i literally can't with him.#he makes me nuts i'm going nuts #i just wanna AKFBDIRHWKALOQ #he's such a AJDBFJEIQIANKZKAL #i have to go lie down i cant do this with him right now #✿ willow writes #✿ ask willow #✿ thoughts: kirishima #✿ theme: nerd kiri

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What’re Ya Buyin’?

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The Merchant x fem!reader (follow up, one shot)

Warnings: 18+, minors DNI, dirty talk, fingering, unprotected sex, creampie, pussy spanking

not proofread ✍️ but edited cause I forgot to cut out a part I left in til now 😵‍💫

Title from a RE4 Merchant quote 😝

have some brain rot that wouldn’t leave (but don’t expect more! 😜)

part i

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“I have something I think you’ll like,” his voice calls out to you as you slip around the corner, walking into the halo of his purple torches.

“Oh?” you return, grinning at him like you’re not covered in dirt and blood and the viscera of someone else’s insides.

He chuckles and opens his ridiculously large jacket up, showcasing some shiny new baubles and trinkets; however, it’s the dull metal of a scope that catches your eye and pulls you to his table.

“Thought it might interest ya,” his voice comes out light and teasing making your eyes flash to him, head tilting in curiosity.

“How much?”

“How much d’ya have to offer, stranger?”

You don’t miss the hungry gleam in his eyes as you look through your pockets. Placing two gold ingots and some sapphires on the table, he clicks his tongue.

“Doesn’t look like that’s enough cash.”

Heat pulses through your pussy at his rough voice, clit already throbbing in your panties—still dirty from the last encounter.

“Oh that’s too bad,” you pout at him, body language open, “is there another offer you might accept?”

“There is,” he nods, reaching over the table for your hand.

Once you take his rough hand into yours, he guides you around the wooden furniture to his side. He presses you against the wall, his bulky mass dwarfing you making you moan softly.

“Haven’t even started yet,” he laughs, low and deep, “can you be a good girl for me?”

“Yes,” you gasp out at him, hips rocking to meet his but growing frustrated with his coat blocking his lower body, “please.”

He shucks his pack off onto the table and slips his jacket off, along with his hood, making your eyes widen in surprise. Turning back to you, he’s still bulky but now it’s just him. Meaty pecs covered in a smattering of chest hair that leads down to his stomach and thick happy trail. Mouth watering, your eyes eagerly rake down his body, taking in how fit he actually is underneath all the wares.

But you’re more excited to see him without the hood. Dark tousled hair, offset by deep blue eyes watch you in amusement while his mask covers the lower half of his face still.

“See something you like, stranger?”

“Oh,” you murmur, feeling caught out, “I just didn’t expect…”

You trail off, feeling hot under his gaze as he takes his turn to look you over.

“Well now, this won’t do,” he murmurs dragging his palms down your sides, grabbing the hem of your shirt and lifting until he’s pulling it completely off of you.

Shivering, you let him run his rough hands over your bare skin, the heat seeping into your muscles making you relax into his touches until you’re as docile as a kitten. He ghosts over the nipples showing through your bra to cup a hand around your neck and tilt your head back so he can meet your eyes.

“Pretty little thing,” he murmurs, voice hushed and reverent as your eyelashes flutter, brain pleasantly quiet as he smooths his other hand across your jaw and cups it.

His thumb presses in on your bottom lip and you part your lips to swipe your tongue over it, inviting him to press it into your mouth.

He obliges you, eyes heated and dark as he presses his thumb into your mouth and down onto your tongue, letting saliva pool around around the warm digit.

“What I wouldn’t give to taste that mouth,” he rumbles, his voice making your skin tingle.

“You can,” it comes out softer than you intended since you were aiming for sultry, “I can close my eyes again, if I have to.”

“Oh you can, hmm?” he teases you making you squirm under his gaze which seems much more intense without the shade of the hood to block your view.

You kiss the pad of his thumb, “Uh huh.”

He sighs a little, hands moving completely away leaving you with a chill.

“We’ll save it for next time,” he compromises, “now let’s get down to business.”

You pop open the button on your jeans and slide down the zipper, pushing it along with your panties down to your thighs before he’s grabbing your wrists to pin you in place.

“Allow me,” he holds your wrists in one hand as his fingers glide across your slippery clit.

“Still wet from last time, ey?”

You moan when he shoves two thick fingers into your pulsing cunt.

“Pretty pussy still dripping my cum,” his voice rumbles low in his chest, eyes dilated and heavy as they stare at you.

His fingers scissor your hole open before slowly plunging back inside your fluttering walls making you mewl.

“Please, I need you inside,” you gasp as he rubs across the spongy spot at the front of your pussy, “oh, oh god.”

“Mmm, I’d pay a pretty penny to keep you like this,” his masked mouth presses a covered kiss to your neck.

He pulls his fingers out of your pussy with a slick noise and shoves his pants midway down his thighs.

“Fuck you’re so big,” you whine, eyes hazy with need.

He chuckles and strokes his cock once, the fat head dripping precum.

“It fit once already, love,” he murmurs to you, pressing his fat tip into your clenching heat and sinking into your body.

Shuddering as he sinks inch by thick inch deep into your wet pussy, your hips cant towards him until his pelvis presses flush against you.

“Best cunt I’ve ever had,” he growls, pulling his slick shiny dick halfway out before sinking it back into your fluttering walls.

You whine, fingers curling into fists as he keeps a tight hold on your wrists. His free hand slips down to pinch and rub your swollen clit until you’re continually squeezing down on his cock.

“Want me to cum inside this juicy cunt?” his deep voice makes your nipples ache.

“Please, s’only a fair trade, right?” you tease him, laugh morphing into a keening moan as he bullies his cock hard against your g-spot.

He spanks his fingertips across your pudgy clit, gloves rough against your pussy lips.

“That’s right, love,” he chuckles as he humps his cock deeper and harder into your squelching hole, “fair is fair.”

He spanks your clit again as he frees up your wrists.

“Spread that sweet little cunt for me,” your eyes have a hard time pulling away from his mask covered face, the sight making your thighs clamp together.

Your hands reach down and grab your pussy lips, spreading open your cunt so your pudgy little clit is on obvious display.

“Beautiful,” he mutters, eyes staring down at your exposed pussy.

You cry out as he spanks your swollen clit hard.

Again.

And again.

You’re drooling all down your chin as each slap sends white hot electricity all through your pussy making slick gush all over his thrusting cock.

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train making you wail as he repeatedly spanks your pulsing clit as you clamp down, milking his fat throbbing dick.

“Good girl,” he praises, moving his hands to grip your waist, hammering up into your spasming pussy.

With a rumbling groan, he buries his cock balls deep and cums, hot spurts of sticky jizz filling your cunt until it drips past your stuffed hole.

Once you both come down from the aftershocks, he slips out making you whine at the empty feeling once again. He only chuckles and helps you pull up your panties, eyes dark and hungry as he covers up your cum dripping pussy.

You gasp when he smacks your cloth covered mound.

“Gotta say, stranger, you’re my favorite customer.”

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