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[amortsukii]

just a heads up, i'm changing my posting schedule to tuesdays only since i've got a lot of personal stuff going on & i was getting v stressed! buttt that only means that now i'll be able to make sure my fics are perfect, and longer!

(and heres a spoiler of my next few posts:

– date everything smut drabbles (featuring mateo, dirk, mitchell, dorian)

– sylus smut fic from short n' sweet

– bob reynolds hurt/comfort fic from black magic woman

and i'm also working on a longfic for skip shadley which'll hopefully be done by next month!)

you can see more of my wips on my masterlist!

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tear you apart | sfw & nsfw headcanons

character. skips shadley | not proofread! i apologize for any mistakes

a/n. just a lil somethin to get back into the swing of things! been obsessed with date everything recently— especially this cute emo loser— so im definitely gonna write more! check out my request info to see what characters i'll be writing for!

masterlist. | request info.

— SFW

♡ completely wraps himself around you when hugging. most of the time skips is the big spoon and when he is, he tugs you tight to his chest and wraps you both in his shadows. so you're fully enveloped by him and his comfort.

♡ though on the times when he's little spoon, he just loves it when you run your hands through his hair. his head will be pressed against your chest, breath warming your skin, and arms wrapped tight around your waist. both of your hands will rest on his head, playing mindlessly with the shadowy strands of his dark hair. and if you gently scratch his scalp, just know he will practically purr.

♡ he's very possessive and canonically has attatchment issues so don't be surprised if you're out in public and he slips his arm around your waist or his hand into your own. he'll practically be touching you all. the. time. so much so that you should be concerned if he's not touching you in some way!

♡ i headcanon that hes a biggg gamer. he'll play anything from old arcade classics like space invaders and asteroids to modern shooter games like cod and apex legends. he especially likes when you watch him play— showing off to you whilst you're sat on his lap, legs thrown over his thigh and back resting on the side of his gaming chair, head laying on his shoulder.

♡ he definitely has a load of piercing and a couple tattoos. would have a tat of your name/penumbra somewhere on his body aswell.

♡ skips says "i love you" a lot. he has got to make sure you know how much you mean to him and hes gotten into a habit of saying it in every conversation you have. either completely randomly, when it doesn't even match the context of the chat, or at the end of a discussion just before you go your own ways. though, his favourite place to say it is in bed when you're both sleepy and cuddly and just wrapped in each others embraces.

♡ ^^ it probably took him a while to actually say it though. he had (and still has) some trust issues from benji and his previous friends and he's not all that convinced you won't leave him. but when he finally feels comfortable he won't ever stop saying it.

♡ has... unusual... ideas for dates. theres not much you can do together pre!realization besides chilling together in his shadow realm or watching movies but mark my words will he take you on elaborately planned dates. he's had years to think up ideas. most include walking in graveyards or having picnics at night but they're all really romantic.

♡ some petnames he calls you (besides penumbra): my dark angel, my beloved, the bearer of my heart, my dark goddess. he's come up with some crazy ones! you laugh but they really are sweet (and you'll have to turn your head away to hide the blush on your face).

— NSFW

♡ loves roleplaying in bed. that includes being his handle/persona (xxXShadowl0rd420Xxx) and using that deep voice you oh so love.

♡ post!realization skips would dream of fucking you at work. hiding in the shadows like you both did when he was still a dateable, keeping a hand over your mouth to silence you in hopes of not getting caught.

♡ shadow. bondage. him tying you to the headboard of your bed with his shadowy tendrils.... or vice versa. making him tie himself up... with his own shadows.

♡ so loud in bed. he'll be whining and whimpering and moaning your name. also a big praiser! will call you all sorts of loving names whilst he pounds you into a mattress. although, if the situation calls for it, he's very good at degrading/dirty talk. when he's about to come, he will babble unintelligible words of love and adoration for you and your pussy.

♡ cockwarming might be his favourite thing ever. he especially loves it when you sit on his lap whilst he's gaming, cock snug in your walls. and whenever he makes a mistake or dies in game you're there for him to fuck out his frustrations.

♡ total munch. his second favourite place to be in the world is between your thighs (first is by your side!), face covered in your slick arousal and mouth feasting on your cunt. oral is his favourite way to get you to come— he just loves the taste of you on his tongue. and dont get me started on face sitting because skips would be a fiend.

♡ ^^ also so yk how i said he has a ton of piercings? well one of them would be a tongue piercing. and let me just say that that thing would do wonders on your clit. it would get you to come so quickly. skips definitely uses that to his advantage when eating you out.

♡ has a breeding kink but not because he wants to get you pregnant (ok maybe a little) but because the thought of you being filled with him completely, of being so close to you that you're literally dripping him, is so hot. just the fact you allowed him to fill you with him warms his heart (and gives him a raging boner!)

♡ post!realization he's still not used to being a human and having an actual body, since its a big difference from being made of shadows. you'll spend hours experimenting with him; learning what makes him feel good, what turns him on, what he doesn't like. you find out some very interesting stuff.

♡ biggg switch energy. loves being underneath you, completely at your will, but also loves pounding you into the bed when you've been a brat.

♡ skips loves it when you jerk him off. of course he loves the feeling of your mouth and pussy around him but he prefers your hand. his favourite thing to do is make out with you, slowly and lovingly and sensually, whilst you leisurely jerk him off. and most times he'll be fingering you at the same time.

♡ has a lot of prefered positions but his all time favourites are:

♡ cowgirl. having you on top of him— riding him slowly and keeping up a steady pace, face to face to witness eachother's pleasure, maybe even overstimulating or edging him— is the most attractive thing to him. giving all control over to you so you can decide if you want slow, sensual sex or fast and lustruous just chasing pleasure and using him for his cock.

♡ 69. sitting on skips' face whilst also sucking his dick? absolutely! it may as well be heaven for him. his hands wrapped around your thighs and fingers digging bruses into the soft flesh of your ass, encouraging your hips to roll against him. with your own hands finding purchase on the thickness of his thighs, mouth enveloping his cock and tongue tracing the ridges of his veins and circling his tip. oh, it gets him to come so quickly.

♡ doggystyle. this is brattamer!skips' fav position. pounding into from behind, feeling slick splash against his skin from the sheer force of his thrusts, your ass jiggling and red from previous spanks. and when he comes in your he ust loves watching the white liquid drip out of your spent cunt and stain the surface below.

♡ ^^ in times like these he'll make sure to eat you out afterwards, cum still dripping and now covering his lower face, tasting his own saltiness mixed with yours, and upper face shoved in your ass. you're limbs are like jelly by then, that once perfect arch you had has since collapsed along with yourself as you're barely concious.

[amortsukii]

tear you apart | sfw & nsfw headcanons

character. skips shadley | not proofread! i apologize for any mistakes

a/n. just a lil somethin to get back into the swing of things! been obsessed with date everything recently— especially this cute emo loser— so im definitely gonna write more! check out my request info to see what characters i'll be writing for!

masterlist. | request info.

— SFW

♡ completely wraps himself around you when hugging. most of the time skips is the big spoon and when he is, he tugs you tight to his chest and wraps you both in his shadows. so you're fully enveloped by him and his comfort.

♡ though on the times when he's little spoon, he just loves it when you run your hands through his hair. his head will be pressed against your chest, breath warming your skin, and arms wrapped tight around your waist. both of your hands will rest on his head, playing mindlessly with the shadowy strands of his dark hair. and if you gently scratch his scalp, just know he will practically purr.

♡ he's very possessive and canonically has attatchment issues so don't be surprised if you're out in public and he slips his arm around your waist or his hand into your own. he'll practically be touching you all. the. time. so much so that you should be concerned if he's not touching you in some way!

♡ i headcanon that hes a biggg gamer. he'll play anything from old arcade classics like space invaders and asteroids to modern shooter games like cod and apex legends. he especially likes when you watch him play— showing off to you whilst you're sat on his lap, legs thrown over his thigh and back resting on the side of his gaming chair, head laying on his shoulder.

♡ he definitely has a load of piercing and a couple tattoos. would have a tat of your name/penumbra somewhere on his body aswell.

♡ skips says "i love you" a lot. he has got to make sure you know how much you mean to him and hes gotten into a habit of saying it in every conversation you have. either completely randomly, when it doesn't even match the context of the chat, or at the end of a discussion just before you go your own ways. though, his favourite place to say it is in bed when you're both sleepy and cuddly and just wrapped in each others embraces.

♡ ^^ it probably took him a while to actually say it though. he had (and still has) some trust issues from benji and his previous friends and he's not all that convinced you won't leave him. but when he finally feels comfortable he won't ever stop saying it.

♡ has... unusual... ideas for dates. theres not much you can do together pre!realization besides chilling together in his shadow realm or watching movies but mark my words will he take you on elaborately planned dates. he's had years to think up ideas. most include walking in graveyards or having picnics at night but they're all really romantic.

♡ some petnames he calls you (besides penumbra): my dark angel, my beloved, the bearer of my heart, my dark goddess. he's come up with some crazy ones! you laugh but they really are sweet (and you'll have to turn your head away to hide the blush on your face).

— NSFW

♡ loves roleplaying in bed. that includes being his handle/persona (xxXShadowl0rd420Xxx) and using that deep voice you oh so love.

♡ post!realization skips would dream of fucking you at work. hiding in the shadows like you both did when he was still a dateable, keeping a hand over your mouth to silence you in hopes of not getting caught.

♡ shadow. bondage. him tying you to the headboard of your bed with his shadowy tendrils.... or vice versa. making him tie himself up... with his own shadows.

♡ so loud in bed. he'll be whining and whimpering and moaning your name. also a big praiser! will call you all sorts of loving names whilst he pounds you into a mattress. although, if the situation calls for it, he's very good at degrading/dirty talk. when he's about to come, he will babble unintelligible words of love and adoration for you and your pussy.

♡ cockwarming might be his favourite thing ever. he especially loves it when you sit on his lap whilst he's gaming, cock snug in your walls. and whenever he makes a mistake or dies in game you're there for him to fuck out his frustrations.

♡ total munch. his second favourite place to be in the world is between your thighs (first is by your side!), face covered in your slick arousal and mouth feasting on your cunt. oral is his favourite way to get you to come— he just loves the taste of you on his tongue. and dont get me started on face sitting because skips would be a fiend.

♡ ^^ also so yk how i said he has a ton of piercings? well one of them would be a tongue piercing. and let me just say that that thing would do wonders on your clit. it would get you to come so quickly. skips definitely uses that to his advantage when eating you out.

♡ has a breeding kink but not because he wants to get you pregnant (ok maybe a little) but because the thought of you being filled with him completely, of being so close to you that you're literally dripping him, is so hot. just the fact you allowed him to fill you with him warms his heart (and gives him a raging boner!)

♡ post!realization he's still not used to being a human and having an actual body, since its a big difference from being made of shadows. you'll spend hours experimenting with him; learning what makes him feel good, what turns him on, what he doesn't like. you find out some very interesting stuff.

♡ biggg switch energy. loves being underneath you, completely at your will, but also loves pounding you into the bed when you've been a brat.

♡ skips loves it when you jerk him off. of course he loves the feeling of your mouth and pussy around him but he prefers your hand. his favourite thing to do is make out with you, slowly and lovingly and sensually, whilst you leisurely jerk him off. and most times he'll be fingering you at the same time.

♡ has a lot of prefered positions but his all time favourites are:

♡ cowgirl. having you on top of him— riding him slowly and keeping up a steady pace, face to face to witness eachother's pleasure, maybe even overstimulating or edging him— is the most attractive thing to him. giving all control over to you so you can decide if you want slow, sensual sex or fast and lustruous just chasing pleasure and using him for his cock.

♡ 69. sitting on skips' face whilst also sucking his dick? absolutely! it may as well be heaven for him. his hands wrapped around your thighs and fingers digging bruses into the soft flesh of your ass, encouraging your hips to roll against him. with your own hands finding purchase on the thickness of his thighs, mouth enveloping his cock and tongue tracing the ridges of his veins and circling his tip. oh, it gets him to come so quickly.

♡ doggystyle. this is brattamer!skips' fav position. pounding into from behind, feeling slick splash against his skin from the sheer force of his thrusts, your ass jiggling and red from previous spanks. and when he comes in your he ust loves watching the white liquid drip out of your spent cunt and stain the surface below.

♡ ^^ in times like these he'll make sure to eat you out afterwards, cum still dripping and now covering his lower face, tasting his own saltiness mixed with yours, and upper face shoved in your ass. you're limbs are like jelly by then, that once perfect arch you had has since collapsed along with yourself as you're barely concious.

[amortsukii]

sorry for being mia a couple days, i've been really sick so i'm thinking of taking some time off writing until i get better. hopefully that will also give me more motivation to write again cuz my heads been empty recently!

be back soon!

– suki 💋

[amortsukii]

black magic woman | masterlist

pairing. robert reynolds x f!magic!stark!reader

a/n. new series alert! choosing between the santana and fleetwood mac version of the song to link for this was so hard 💔 anyways reader is kinda based on an oc i made a while back so hope you like her. also fyi!! these are not in any kind of order, you can literally read them however you want, they're just set in the same universe!

masterlist. | request info.

i got heaven | angst, mourning, depression, hurt/comfort

smells like teen spirit | angst, abduction, child abuse, + more

love street | fluff, love confessions, awkwardness, first kisses

illegal | smut, fluff, first times, soft sex

get your fight on | physical hurt/comfort, fighting, injuries

< more coming soon! >

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dumb & poetic | choso kamo

sum. who knew that your sexy emo bestfriend was a virgin? certainly not you! so when you find out, your first thought is to rectify that. your second thought, however, is holy shit he's so big... | wc. 3.2k | 18+

cw. dirty talk, pervy!cho, kissing/making out, male masturbation, breast play, tit sucking, handjobs, piv, unprotected sex, cowgirl, virginity loss, mommy kink, premature ejaculation, switch!choso, cunnilingus, cum eating, fingering, missionary, mating press, choso is so in love with you, breeding kink, creampie, lots of cum

a/n. im so sorry for the wait! i've pretty much just been exhausted the entire month cuz of the heatwave. hope this is worth the long wait though — i'm pretty proud of it and i absolutely love cho so i had to write something for him. maybe more in the future depending on how this does?

short n' sweet collection. | masterlist. | request info.

"you're a virgin!?"

choso hums and ducks his face, black strands of hair falling further in front of his eyes. you're both sitting cross-legged on his living room floor, some random movie playing in the background whilst you sip on beers and talk about anything. somehow, the topic of body counts came up, and choso admitted his large lack of sexual experiences.

it's surprising to you, of course, as you aren't blind to your best friend's attractiveness. the thought that he'd never had relations with someone before is honestly ridiculous.

"how!? you're so sexy—" you blurt, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, not noticing the blush quickly coating his pale face.

he splutters, coughing on the sip of beer he took previously, "s-sexy? you think i'm sexy?"

you scoff and reach over to pat his back in aid, though just before pulling back you lean into his ear and whisper seductively.

"i think a lot more than that."

"what do you mean..?" his voice is breathy, eyes wide and mouth parted in shock. a large hand subconsciously slides to your waist to steady you when he sees the slight wobble in your kneeled form and his fingers twitch on the oversized shirt of his you're wearing, chipped nail paint glinting in the lamp light.

your smirk, twirling some strands of his black hair around your fingers as you adjust your position— hiking a thigh over his lap and sliding your leg up against his, knees bracketing his hips. "i think about you like this," your mouth is still near his ear, and you feel his warm breath against your neck as he breathes shaky and unsteadily, "underneath me. completely at my will."

you're hovering just above his crotch, ass almost resting on his hips, and your other hand slides down his chest slowly. you feel the defined ridges of his abs even through the black shirt he wears, the thin piece of cloth restricting your touch. he shivers under you, hand tightening on your waist— fisting the fabric of your his shirt to ground him.

"what else do you think about?" choso hesitantly asks, already feeling himself grow harder in the baggy sweatpants he's wearing. the thought of you fantasizing about him is something he never would've guessed to be true. he always thought of himself as a pervert for dreaming about you— touching himself late at night, picturing you in every position he could think of, and even going so far as to steal your underwear when you leave it in his washing basket whilst sleeping over— but learning that you're likely doing the same has any ounce of guilt he may have had leaving his body.

"it'd be easier just to show you." you shift back to your previous position, kneeling next to him with a hand on his beefy shoulder to steady yourself. his hand never leaves your waist, rubbing small circles with his thumb into the fabric there. and when you lean close to his face his fingers halt their movement, squeezing slightly as your breath fans over his lips. your eyes flutter shut as you place a tender kiss there, letting him set the pace.

choso's lips press back after a few seconds, when his mind has finally caught up to the present that holy shit you're actually kissing him, and his dark brown eyes slowly close.

it's starting to get sloppy, your tongue slipping into his mouth, saliva dripping and teeth clashing. your free hand moves to palm the swell in his sweatpants and he whimpers at the feeling. that's when you pull back, desperate to see him in all his glory.

"touch yourself for me, cho. show me how you make yourself feel good." you lean away from him, fully sitting on the balls of your feet now, and tug down his grey sweatpants just enough to see the prominent bulge in his boxers. he whimpers, eyes fluttering open to watch as you slowly pull his dick out. its flushed red, already leaking from the tip, and practically throbbing with need. he's so thick (you briefly wonder if it'll even fit) and at least seven inches. you almost drool from the sight alone.

"you're so pretty, baby. such a beautiful cock."

he blushes as his hand slips down, gripping the base tightly. "can i.. can i see you?" he hesitantly asks and very slowly starts stroking his hand uppp and downnn his cock. you only smirk and pull the shirt over your head, chucking it behind you to pool on the floor, leaving you in only a lacey black bra. though that's discarded quickly as well, thrown mindlessly somewhere in his living room. your breasts spill out, bouncing in front of his face causing his dick to jolt. you then lean forward and spit directly onto the tip of his cock, sitting back up with a whispered command of "you can touch me however you want, pretty boy."

cho's eyes drink you in; the curves of your body and breasts, the softness of your skin, your nipples— hard in the chilled air. he's still for a couple minutes, just looking at you with fullfocused aw, before he hesitantly reaches out and skims a finger over your ribcage. you shiver at the feeling. his other hand starts up a steady pace on his cock, stroking up and down whilst tightening occasionally. you hear the wet slaps from spit and precum and smirk when his head leans close to your chest.

"can i..?" his voice is raspy when he asks, practically dripping with lust and anticipation, and hot breath hits the skin of your collarbone. you just wordlessly nod, slipping a hand onto the back of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair and lightly tug to encourage him to move forward.

finally, his lips enclose your bare breast, sucking slowly and tenderly as he learns how to please you. his tongue starts flicking against your nipple, matching the same rhthym of his hand that continues stroking his cock— getting faster and harder as seconds go by. his other hand still grabs and kneads at your opposite breast, thumb running over your hard nipple at a much slower pace. your quiet moans and subtle whimpers urge him on, feeling that coil in his abdomen tighten when you tug at his hair and cup your hand around his to help him jerk off.

you match his speed, learning how he likes it for the future, interlaced fingers working together to push him over the edge. you can feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as he's sucking on your tits and nipples, switching back and forth from each one when he's decided they've had enough attention, and you find yourself subtly grinding down on the carpet without even realising it. he notices though, and pulls his hand (and subsequently yours as well) off of his cock to instead grip your waist. his head pulls back off your nipple with a sharp pop! and a little bit of saliva is dribbling down his chin.

"why'd you stop?" you ask, voice breathy and low, as your thumb moves to grip his chine and wipe away the drool in one smooth motion.

"i- i want you to ride me."

your eyes widen at his forwardness but before you can even think of what to say he speaks again. "i'm really close— but... i want to come in you."

you nod wordlessly, unhanding his chin to instead reach down and slide your shorts and panties down together. it's a bit of a hassle in the position you're currently in but they're both chucked away as soon as they come off— leaving you completely bare.

choso has no time to comment on how wet you are because you throw your legs over his lap and straddle him. the soaking tip of his cock prods your ass cheek— while you try to adjust to the new position— until your hand goes to grip his base and align it just below your sopping hole.

he whimpers when he feels your wetness drip down onto him, coating the cum-covered thickness of his dick in your slick. his hands rest limply on the dip of your waist and his thumbs absentmindedly rub gentle circles into your skin. you wonder if it's to comfort you or ground himself.

"you ready, pretty boy?"

he's practically trying to pull you down by the time you ask. and he's so desperate that he begs. "yes, please! i need to f-feel you." he's whiny and pleading, with jet black strands stuck to his sweat-slicken forehead from when you unknowingly tugged out his pigtails.

"beg for it, cho."

you're really teasing him now. so desperate for his cock yourself but how can you help it if he sounds so pretty when he's begging? his head is tilted up, tearful lidded eyes boring into your soul, and his mind is already so gone from his previous orgasms that his words are slurred and barely registered by him.

"fuck— please. i wanna feel your pretty pretty pussy. i need it. please, fuck me, mommy!"

when the name accidently slips out your smirk widens, stashing away that little slip up for later as you slowly begin to sink down. his tip slips in first, and as soon as he finally feels your warmth he tries to thrust up. though, you catch him; hands flying to his hips to harshly push down and keep him steady. you almost lose balance but quickly right yourself.

"uh uh, naughty boy. let mommy do it."

cho moans loud, eyes rolling into the back of his head, at the sultry and commanding tone of your voice. it's then that you feel a familiar warmth spread inside you, coating your walls and filling your hole. choso's shaking underneath you— hips trying to thrust pathetically, head thrown back against the couch, cock jolting and balls squeezing as he comes for the first time. and it was just the tip.

he's whimpering from the aftershocks of his orgasm, legs shaking and chest fluctuating fast from his unsteady breaths. tears are gathered in the corners of his eyes now from overstimulation and you only pull off him when he starts to beg for you to "stop."

you place a kiss on his forehead as his cock flops onto his stomach, cum dripping steadily from your hole onto his thighs. one of your hands caresses his head, gently scratching through his hair to soothe him. your thighs are starting to ache from the position you're in and so you start to get up.

and you're just about to pull away— thinking about cleaning him up— when you suddenly get flipped onto your back on the carpeted floor. choso's hovering over you now, biceps flexing on either side of your head. he starts placing kisses all over your face, smooching a trail down your jaw and neck then across your collarbone and chest. he briefly sucks on your breasts again— tongue circling each nipple— but quickly moves on down past your stomach and settles his chin there, looking up at you.

"i wanna make you cum" choso whispers, "please, can i?"

"—you don't have to." you try to say but his head instantly shakes in disagreement. he says something along the lines of "i want to" but it's heavily muffled against your skin. you smile endearingly at him and slowly spread your legs. "okay then."

your pussy is revealed to him— cum still dripping out and slick coating so much of your flesh— and his head eagerly dips down to lick a stripe all the way through your slit. his own cum gathers on his tongue and you think it may be the hottest thing you've ever seen— only to be proven wrong as he swallows all that he gathered whilst maintaining eye contact with you.

"—holy shit," you choke out just before his head plunges back down and he greedily starts practically munching down on you.

his hands are on your hips, pinning them down when you start to wriggle in desperation. his tongue is so skilled, despite it being his first time eating someone out (though you're starting to question if that's really true), circling your clit like an expert before sliding down to prod as far into your hole as it will go. you're already feeling your orgasm approaching embarrassingly quickly when one of his hands releases your hip to glide down and meet his mouth at the crux of your pussy. so when two of his fingers slink their way past your walls to replace where his tongue previously was, your cunt clenches tightly.

his tongue is back to its work on your clit, teaming with his lips to switch between sucking and circling in a way that's driving you mad. his long, slender fingers are penetrating deep inside you and when he adds a third, you come.

it's an aggressive orgasm— slamming into you with such force that you sob out his name, a high pitch "cho!" that you're sure his neighbours will hear. your juices wash over his face, coating it in even more liquid, and he eagerly slurps it all up with such passion.

it gets overwhelming quickly though. euphoric pleasure turning into overstimulating pain that has you weakly tugging at his hair to try and pull his head away. your voice is broken and raspy when you whisper, "—stop. 's too much!"

that seems to have snapped him out of whatever pussy-induced haze he was in as his head quickly reels back. and when it does, you finally get a good look at the aftermath on his face. the entirety of his lower half is just soaked— a mix of slick, cum, and sweat— and his tongue flicks out to lick his smirking lips.

"god... you taste so good."

you barely have time to recover from your orgasm before you're being picked up. and in one smooth motion, cho is standing up with you plastered to his front— bare legs wrapped around his waist and still-dripping cunt soaking his stomach. you feel his cock just underneath your ass, hard and throbbing yet again. he pulls you in for a love-filled kiss whilst maneuvering you both around his house to, where you can only guess is, the bedroom.

your assumptions are quickly proven correct when he unceremoniously drops you onto his messy bed, black covers practically invisible in the unlit room. he climbs on top of you in no time— planting his biceps next to your face and sliding in between your spread legs. your hands slide around his neck and you play with the split ends of his hair as he aligns his cock with your hole once more.

your legs are already shaking by the time he slips it in, feeling that burning stretch from before even more intensely now due to your previous orgasm. his lips meet yours in a tender kiss to distract you from the pain as he bottoms out. he's whimpering, the foreign feeling so much for him already and he finally thrusts after a few seconds of letting you adjust to the feeling.

he pulls out until just the tip is in, before slamming into you with a loud cry. "fuck!" you can't tell if it's your or his voice. his hips are already speeding up their thrusts, desperate to keep feeling the wet warm heat of your pussy around him and before you know it, choso's desperately pushing your legs back until your knees hit your shoulders. he's fully bent you in half now, the new position making his cock hit spots so deep you didn't even know existed. it's all uncomfortable— the stretch in your cunt and legs, the aches— but the overwhelming euphoric pleasure you're feeling is enough to let you ignore that.

"fuuuck, i love this prrrreeeetty pussy. so so pretty. love you so much." cho's babbling mindlessly, hips sloppily thrusting and your back arches up into him. your legs are aching, calves thrown over his shoulders with heels clicking together occasionally and your knees are bumping into your upper arms. there's carpet burns all along your back, the skin rubbed red and raw, and bite marks on your front. long story short, you look wrecked.

but choso doesn't look any better; his hair has fully fallen from its updos, covering his eyes with the inky threads, and he's covered in a thick sheen of sweat. his cock is hitting the deepest depths inside of you, stretching and bullying your gummy walls, and it's all so sloppy that the most prevalent noises in the room are squelches as you continue to suck him in.

your breasts are pressed hard against his chest and jiggle with each thrust. you're both so so sweaty— the bed is drenched, sheets rumpled with blankets and pillows thrown all over the room, and the air stinks of dampness and sex. the very familiar feeling of an incoming orgasm is creeping up on you and cho seems to notice as well because his thrusts are speeding up and he's moaning praise at you.

"gonna come, pretty girl? go on, come for me. c'mon, you're— fuck— such a good girl."

tears are welling in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. and you're right on the edge when choso leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. saliva drips down your chin as your teeth clash against one another, lips sucking and tongues roaming. you whine pathetically when he pulls away, teeth unlatching your bottom lip. his eyes are practically closed from how lidded they look now but he somehow manages to rub the tip of his nose against your own in a comforting gesture when he thrusts even deeper in you.

"'m gonna— cum! fuuuuck, gonna let me fill you up, sweetheart? s-shit— want me to breed you?"

his voice is low and right in your ear as your foreheads brush, lidded eyes locked onto yours. you can't tell if he's begging or promising at this point as the previous dominating persona he had seems to have worn off. back again is the whiny cho from before who beseeched and called you mommy. though you're no better as the pleasure seems to have completely taken over your own brain.

"please do! please cum in me! please... please!" your pleas trail off as you come with a loud moan, raspy and broken. your cunt convulses around him, pulsing in time to your orgasm, and the foreign feeling pushes him over the edge as well.

his dick shoots out thick wads of cum deep deep inside you but it's only a few seconds before they're nothing but pathetic spurts. it's enough though, as you're already filled to the brim. and when cho pulls out— body half collapsed onto yours— and rolls over onto the floor next to you, you feel it all start to drip out of your hole.

he didn't even try and pull out! you're thinking it's a good job you're on contraception until he shoves his fingers into your wet hole to plug it all back up with a raspy whisper right into your ear.

"need to keep it in. gotta make sure it sticks."

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[amortsukii]

dumb & poetic | choso kamo

sum. who knew that your sexy emo bestfriend was a virgin? certainly not you! so when you find out, your first thought is to rectify that. your second thought, however, is holy shit he's so big... | wc. 3.2k | 18+

cw. dirty talk, pervy!cho, kissing/making out, male masturbation, breast play, tit sucking, handjobs, piv, unprotected sex, cowgirl, virginity loss, mommy kink, premature ejaculation, switch!choso, cunnilingus, cum eating, fingering, missionary, mating press, choso is so in love with you, breeding kink, creampie, lots of cum

a/n. im so sorry for the wait! i've pretty much just been exhausted the entire month cuz of the heatwave. hope this is worth the long wait though — i'm pretty proud of it and i absolutely love cho so i had to write something for him. maybe more in the future depending on how this does?

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"you're a virgin!?"

choso hums and ducks his face, black strands of hair falling further in front of his eyes. you're both sitting cross-legged on his living room floor, some random movie playing in the background whilst you sip on beers and talk about anything. somehow, the topic of body counts came up, and choso admitted his large lack of sexual experiences.

it's surprising to you, of course, as you aren't blind to your best friend's attractiveness. the thought that he'd never had relations with someone before is honestly ridiculous.

"how!? you're so sexy—" you blurt, eyes wide and eyebrows raised, not noticing the blush quickly coating his pale face.

he splutters, coughing on the sip of beer he took previously, "s-sexy? you think i'm sexy?"

you scoff and reach over to pat his back in aid, though just before pulling back you lean into his ear and whisper seductively.

"i think a lot more than that."

"what do you mean..?" his voice is breathy, eyes wide and mouth parted in shock. a large hand subconsciously slides to your waist to steady you when he sees the slight wobble in your kneeled form and his fingers twitch on the oversized shirt of his you're wearing, chipped nail paint glinting in the lamp light.

your smirk, twirling some strands of his black hair around your fingers as you adjust your position— hiking a thigh over his lap and sliding your leg up against his, knees bracketing his hips. "i think about you like this," your mouth is still near his ear, and you feel his warm breath against your neck as he breathes shaky and unsteadily, "underneath me. completely at my will."

you're hovering just above his crotch, ass almost resting on his hips, and your other hand slides down his chest slowly. you feel the defined ridges of his abs even through the black shirt he wears, the thin piece of cloth restricting your touch. he shivers under you, hand tightening on your waist— fisting the fabric of your his shirt to ground him.

"what else do you think about?" choso hesitantly asks, already feeling himself grow harder in the baggy sweatpants he's wearing. the thought of you fantasizing about him is something he never would've guessed to be true. he always thought of himself as a pervert for dreaming about you— touching himself late at night, picturing you in every position he could think of, and even going so far as to steal your underwear when you leave it in his washing basket whilst sleeping over— but learning that you're likely doing the same has any ounce of guilt he may have had leaving his body.

"it'd be easier just to show you." you shift back to your previous position, kneeling next to him with a hand on his beefy shoulder to steady yourself. his hand never leaves your waist, rubbing small circles with his thumb into the fabric there. and when you lean close to his face his fingers halt their movement, squeezing slightly as your breath fans over his lips. your eyes flutter shut as you place a tender kiss there, letting him set the pace.

choso's lips press back after a few seconds, when his mind has finally caught up to the present that holy shit you're actually kissing him, and his dark brown eyes slowly close.

it's starting to get sloppy, your tongue slipping into his mouth, saliva dripping and teeth clashing. your free hand moves to palm the swell in his sweatpants and he whimpers at the feeling. that's when you pull back, desperate to see him in all his glory.

"touch yourself for me, cho. show me how you make yourself feel good." you lean away from him, fully sitting on the balls of your feet now, and tug down his grey sweatpants just enough to see the prominent bulge in his boxers. he whimpers, eyes fluttering open to watch as you slowly pull his dick out. its flushed red, already leaking from the tip, and practically throbbing with need. he's so thick (you briefly wonder if it'll even fit) and at least seven inches. you almost drool from the sight alone.

"you're so pretty, baby. such a beautiful cock."

he blushes as his hand slips down, gripping the base tightly. "can i.. can i see you?" he hesitantly asks and very slowly starts stroking his hand uppp and downnn his cock. you only smirk and pull the shirt over your head, chucking it behind you to pool on the floor, leaving you in only a lacey black bra. though that's discarded quickly as well, thrown mindlessly somewhere in his living room. your breasts spill out, bouncing in front of his face causing his dick to jolt. you then lean forward and spit directly onto the tip of his cock, sitting back up with a whispered command of "you can touch me however you want, pretty boy."

cho's eyes drink you in; the curves of your body and breasts, the softness of your skin, your nipples— hard in the chilled air. he's still for a couple minutes, just looking at you with fullfocused aw, before he hesitantly reaches out and skims a finger over your ribcage. you shiver at the feeling. his other hand starts up a steady pace on his cock, stroking up and down whilst tightening occasionally. you hear the wet slaps from spit and precum and smirk when his head leans close to your chest.

"can i..?" his voice is raspy when he asks, practically dripping with lust and anticipation, and hot breath hits the skin of your collarbone. you just wordlessly nod, slipping a hand onto the back of his head to tangle your fingers in his hair and lightly tug to encourage him to move forward.

finally, his lips enclose your bare breast, sucking slowly and tenderly as he learns how to please you. his tongue starts flicking against your nipple, matching the same rhthym of his hand that continues stroking his cock— getting faster and harder as seconds go by. his other hand still grabs and kneads at your opposite breast, thumb running over your hard nipple at a much slower pace. your quiet moans and subtle whimpers urge him on, feeling that coil in his abdomen tighten when you tug at his hair and cup your hand around his to help him jerk off.

you match his speed, learning how he likes it for the future, interlaced fingers working together to push him over the edge. you can feel yourself growing wetter and wetter as he's sucking on your tits and nipples, switching back and forth from each one when he's decided they've had enough attention, and you find yourself subtly grinding down on the carpet without even realising it. he notices though, and pulls his hand (and subsequently yours as well) off of his cock to instead grip your waist. his head pulls back off your nipple with a sharp pop! and a little bit of saliva is dribbling down his chin.

"why'd you stop?" you ask, voice breathy and low, as your thumb moves to grip his chine and wipe away the drool in one smooth motion.

"i- i want you to ride me."

your eyes widen at his forwardness but before you can even think of what to say he speaks again. "i'm really close— but... i want to come in you."

you nod wordlessly, unhanding his chin to instead reach down and slide your shorts and panties down together. it's a bit of a hassle in the position you're currently in but they're both chucked away as soon as they come off— leaving you completely bare.

choso has no time to comment on how wet you are because you throw your legs over his lap and straddle him. the soaking tip of his cock prods your ass cheek— while you try to adjust to the new position— until your hand goes to grip his base and align it just below your sopping hole.

he whimpers when he feels your wetness drip down onto him, coating the cum-covered thickness of his dick in your slick. his hands rest limply on the dip of your waist and his thumbs absentmindedly rub gentle circles into your skin. you wonder if it's to comfort you or ground himself.

"you ready, pretty boy?"

he's practically trying to pull you down by the time you ask. and he's so desperate that he begs. "yes, please! i need to f-feel you." he's whiny and pleading, with jet black strands stuck to his sweat-slicken forehead from when you unknowingly tugged out his pigtails.

"beg for it, cho."

you're really teasing him now. so desperate for his cock yourself but how can you help it if he sounds so pretty when he's begging? his head is tilted up, tearful lidded eyes boring into your soul, and his mind is already so gone from his previous orgasms that his words are slurred and barely registered by him.

"fuck— please. i wanna feel your pretty pretty pussy. i need it. please, fuck me, mommy!"

when the name accidently slips out your smirk widens, stashing away that little slip up for later as you slowly begin to sink down. his tip slips in first, and as soon as he finally feels your warmth he tries to thrust up. though, you catch him; hands flying to his hips to harshly push down and keep him steady. you almost lose balance but quickly right yourself.

"uh uh, naughty boy. let mommy do it."

cho moans loud, eyes rolling into the back of his head, at the sultry and commanding tone of your voice. it's then that you feel a familiar warmth spread inside you, coating your walls and filling your hole. choso's shaking underneath you— hips trying to thrust pathetically, head thrown back against the couch, cock jolting and balls squeezing as he comes for the first time. and it was just the tip.

he's whimpering from the aftershocks of his orgasm, legs shaking and chest fluctuating fast from his unsteady breaths. tears are gathered in the corners of his eyes now from overstimulation and you only pull off him when he starts to beg for you to "stop."

you place a kiss on his forehead as his cock flops onto his stomach, cum dripping steadily from your hole onto his thighs. one of your hands caresses his head, gently scratching through his hair to soothe him. your thighs are starting to ache from the position you're in and so you start to get up.

and you're just about to pull away— thinking about cleaning him up— when you suddenly get flipped onto your back on the carpeted floor. choso's hovering over you now, biceps flexing on either side of your head. he starts placing kisses all over your face, smooching a trail down your jaw and neck then across your collarbone and chest. he briefly sucks on your breasts again— tongue circling each nipple— but quickly moves on down past your stomach and settles his chin there, looking up at you.

"i wanna make you cum" choso whispers, "please, can i?"

"—you don't have to." you try to say but his head instantly shakes in disagreement. he says something along the lines of "i want to" but it's heavily muffled against your skin. you smile endearingly at him and slowly spread your legs. "okay then."

your pussy is revealed to him— cum still dripping out and slick coating so much of your flesh— and his head eagerly dips down to lick a stripe all the way through your slit. his own cum gathers on his tongue and you think it may be the hottest thing you've ever seen— only to be proven wrong as he swallows all that he gathered whilst maintaining eye contact with you.

"—holy shit," you choke out just before his head plunges back down and he greedily starts practically munching down on you.

his hands are on your hips, pinning them down when you start to wriggle in desperation. his tongue is so skilled, despite it being his first time eating someone out (though you're starting to question if that's really true), circling your clit like an expert before sliding down to prod as far into your hole as it will go. you're already feeling your orgasm approaching embarrassingly quickly when one of his hands releases your hip to glide down and meet his mouth at the crux of your pussy. so when two of his fingers slink their way past your walls to replace where his tongue previously was, your cunt clenches tightly.

his tongue is back to its work on your clit, teaming with his lips to switch between sucking and circling in a way that's driving you mad. his long, slender fingers are penetrating deep inside you and when he adds a third, you come.

it's an aggressive orgasm— slamming into you with such force that you sob out his name, a high pitch "cho!" that you're sure his neighbours will hear. your juices wash over his face, coating it in even more liquid, and he eagerly slurps it all up with such passion.

it gets overwhelming quickly though. euphoric pleasure turning into overstimulating pain that has you weakly tugging at his hair to try and pull his head away. your voice is broken and raspy when you whisper, "—stop. 's too much!"

that seems to have snapped him out of whatever pussy-induced haze he was in as his head quickly reels back. and when it does, you finally get a good look at the aftermath on his face. the entirety of his lower half is just soaked— a mix of slick, cum, and sweat— and his tongue flicks out to lick his smirking lips.

"god... you taste so good."

you barely have time to recover from your orgasm before you're being picked up. and in one smooth motion, cho is standing up with you plastered to his front— bare legs wrapped around his waist and still-dripping cunt soaking his stomach. you feel his cock just underneath your ass, hard and throbbing yet again. he pulls you in for a love-filled kiss whilst maneuvering you both around his house to, where you can only guess is, the bedroom.

your assumptions are quickly proven correct when he unceremoniously drops you onto his messy bed, black covers practically invisible in the unlit room. he climbs on top of you in no time— planting his biceps next to your face and sliding in between your spread legs. your hands slide around his neck and you play with the split ends of his hair as he aligns his cock with your hole once more.

your legs are already shaking by the time he slips it in, feeling that burning stretch from before even more intensely now due to your previous orgasm. his lips meet yours in a tender kiss to distract you from the pain as he bottoms out. he's whimpering, the foreign feeling so much for him already and he finally thrusts after a few seconds of letting you adjust to the feeling.

he pulls out until just the tip is in, before slamming into you with a loud cry. "fuck!" you can't tell if it's your or his voice. his hips are already speeding up their thrusts, desperate to keep feeling the wet warm heat of your pussy around him and before you know it, choso's desperately pushing your legs back until your knees hit your shoulders. he's fully bent you in half now, the new position making his cock hit spots so deep you didn't even know existed. it's all uncomfortable— the stretch in your cunt and legs, the aches— but the overwhelming euphoric pleasure you're feeling is enough to let you ignore that.

"fuuuck, i love this prrrreeeetty pussy. so so pretty. love you so much." cho's babbling mindlessly, hips sloppily thrusting and your back arches up into him. your legs are aching, calves thrown over his shoulders with heels clicking together occasionally and your knees are bumping into your upper arms. there's carpet burns all along your back, the skin rubbed red and raw, and bite marks on your front. long story short, you look wrecked.

but choso doesn't look any better; his hair has fully fallen from its updos, covering his eyes with the inky threads, and he's covered in a thick sheen of sweat. his cock is hitting the deepest depths inside of you, stretching and bullying your gummy walls, and it's all so sloppy that the most prevalent noises in the room are squelches as you continue to suck him in.

your breasts are pressed hard against his chest and jiggle with each thrust. you're both so so sweaty— the bed is drenched, sheets rumpled with blankets and pillows thrown all over the room, and the air stinks of dampness and sex. the very familiar feeling of an incoming orgasm is creeping up on you and cho seems to notice as well because his thrusts are speeding up and he's moaning praise at you.

"gonna come, pretty girl? go on, come for me. c'mon, you're— fuck— such a good girl."

tears are welling in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. and you're right on the edge when choso leans down to capture your lips in a sloppy kiss. saliva drips down your chin as your teeth clash against one another, lips sucking and tongues roaming. you whine pathetically when he pulls away, teeth unlatching your bottom lip. his eyes are practically closed from how lidded they look now but he somehow manages to rub the tip of his nose against your own in a comforting gesture when he thrusts even deeper in you.

"'m gonna— cum! fuuuuck, gonna let me fill you up, sweetheart? s-shit— want me to breed you?"

his voice is low and right in your ear as your foreheads brush, lidded eyes locked onto yours. you can't tell if he's begging or promising at this point as the previous dominating persona he had seems to have worn off. back again is the whiny cho from before who beseeched and called you mommy. though you're no better as the pleasure seems to have completely taken over your own brain.

"please do! please cum in me! please... please!" your pleas trail off as you come with a loud moan, raspy and broken. your cunt convulses around him, pulsing in time to your orgasm, and the foreign feeling pushes him over the edge as well.

his dick shoots out thick wads of cum deep deep inside you but it's only a few seconds before they're nothing but pathetic spurts. it's enough though, as you're already filled to the brim. and when cho pulls out— body half collapsed onto yours— and rolls over onto the floor next to you, you feel it all start to drip out of your hole.

he didn't even try and pull out! you're thinking it's a good job you're on contraception until he shoves his fingers into your wet hole to plug it all back up with a raspy whisper right into your ear.

"need to keep it in. gotta make sure it sticks."

taglist. @articel1967

[amortsukii]

stargirl interlude

pairing. xavier x f!reader | wc. 1.2k | 18+

cw. pwp, jealous!xavi, dubcon, doggy style (kinda?), rough sex, kitchen sex, degradation, dirty talk, name calling (slut), breeding kink, creampie, no aftercare

a/n. idk what demon possessed me when writing this cuz god this is filthy and nothing like what i usually write/read... but this has been sitting in my drafts since may...

masterlist. | request info.

"oh my god! you look gorgeous, i love that dress! have you met james yet?" tara shouts over the music as she stumbles towards your table, a tall brunette man getting dragged along behind her.

"thank youuu, you look amazing as well! and no, we haven't met." you introduce yourself and hold out your hand. you expect him to shake it but instead he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles. instantly, your face turns hot and your eyes widen.

he stands back up straight and smiles widely at you, "it's very nice to meet you. tara's been singing your praises ever since i saw her today."

the woman in question giggles with a roll of her eyes, "pssh, how could i not. that recent mission you completed in record time was incredible!"

you're so caught up in talking to your colleagues that you fail to notice the arm tightening around your waist and the death glare sent from the man hovering over your back. safe to say, if looks could kill, james would be six feet under and xavier would be the culprit.

—

it's later on in the night and you've separated from your little group to order some drinks at the bar. the stool you're perched on is uncomfortably digging into your back and the counter is sticky under your arms. you watch the bartender make your drinks with feigned interest whilst absentmindedly bobbing your head to the loud music— some old pop song that you somehow remember some lyrics to.

you're shocked from your reverie at a tap on your shoulder, and when your head whips round you see james slip into the stool next to you. a polite smile creeps onto your face and you nod wordlessly at him, silently praying for the bartender to hurry up.

"so, how'd a pretty girl like you get into a business like this?"

your eyebrows raise and you cross your arms over your chest, "are you flirting with me right now?"

he hums, reaching out to place a hand on your bare knee and ignoring how your eyes narrow. "i don't know, am i?"

from your peripheral you see your drinks get placed down beside you, so you smile at the bartender and grab the glass. your lips wrap around the straw and your eyes flick back to meet him. you take a quick sip of your drink— the sweet cocktail filling your mouth with pineapple and the underlying taste of alcohol— before placing the glass back down, condensation dripping through your fingers.

you're about to reply, something along the lines of 'sorry, i'm taken', but a rough hand landing on your shoulder cuts you off. a very familiar voice growls into your ear, "get up, we're going."

—

after being dragged to the car, not even getting to say goodbye to anyone or finish your drinks, with no explanation and then getting ignored the whole ride home, you're rightfully confused and upset. so, when the door to your apartment closes and locks behind you, you turn around to face him with your hands on your hips.

"what the fuck, xavi! why'd you drag me home in the middle of the event without even telling me why!?"

he doesn't turn around, still standing in the kitchen staring angrily out of the window with his arms crossed.

you storm up to him, pushing futilely and wincing when your hands come into contact with the broad muscles of his back. he barely stumbles, only to whip around and grab your hips to spin you one eighty degrees. he shoves you harshly up against the kitchen island countertop, not even relenting when a shocked gasp escapes your mouth.

"he was flirting with you," he all but growls, bunching your dress up to your waist, "and you let him."

you scramble for purchase on the marble, managing to barely skim the edge of the opposite side, and tilt your head as far as it will go to make eye contact with him. "let him? i was about to turn him down before you came stormy over all broody and literally tugged me away! are you acting like this because you're jealous or something?"

you hear something unzip— likely his trousers— and clothes rustle before his hard length rests on your lower back, just above your ass. he's leaking already, drops of pre staining your skin, and practically pulsing against you.

"jealous?—"

one of his hands slides around your waist whilst the other slips down to grab the base of his cock and maneuvers it just above your hole, slipping it through your slit a couple times. you shiver, leaning your forehead against the cold marble in preparation.

"—he was hitting on my girl." xavier's voice is deeper than you've ever heard it before, gruff and lustful, and he grunts when finally pushing in. you whimper, accidently tightening around him not even halfway.

a sudden sharp slap to the flesh of your ass has you flinching and your cunt squeezing briefly before relenting completely, allowing him to slide the rest of the way in and bottom out.

"god, you're such a slut." his hips move back and he ends his sentence with a harsh thrust forward, his balls slapping against your ass.

"xavi," you whine, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as your nails scratch down the counter. his hips ram brutally, skin slapping on skin, as he takes up a mean pace with no preparation. his cock bullies into you relentlessly, plunging inches into your warmth as his veins drag along your walls, and the head kisses your cervix— pushing a loud gasped moan from your mouth.

marble digs into your skin, already leaving uncomfortable marks and lines in inconvenient spots, and your nails don't stop scrambling for purchase; the horrible chalkboard-like noises being drowned out by xavier's incoherent degradation and the slaps of flesh.

you come when his fingers slip downwards to deftly work at your clit, rubbing skillfully in a way that he knows is guaranteed to push you over the edge. your abdomen tightens, tiny little jolts of electricity running all throughout your body as your orgasm— tightening and pulsating around his thick length.

a scream tears from your throat, raspy and full of pleasure, with tears dripping steadily from your eyes. you sob, gripping firmly on the edge of the counter, when xavier's teeth bite into the dip between your shoulder and neck. his back pressed right up against yours, thrusts incomprehensibly fast.

he comes then, aswell, with a grunt of your name. hands clutching firmly on your hips as his thrusts quickly speed up to chase that pleasure, then slow down just a quick when ropes of hot cum shoot from his tip and begin to stain your walls white.

"fucking take it—" "you're mine," "my little cumslut, gonna fill you up and leave you dripping forever," "—breed you, make you mine."

he growls into your ear, groping all over your body. the aftermath is sticky with sweat, cum, and tears, and you know you'll have a lot of cleaning to do when you both come down from your highs.

[amortsukii]

stargirl interlude

pairing. xavier x f!reader | wc. 1.2k | 18+

cw. pwp, jealous!xavi, dubcon, doggy style (kinda?), rough sex, kitchen sex, degradation, dirty talk, name calling (slut), breeding kink, creampie, no aftercare

a/n. idk what demon possessed me when writing this cuz god this is filthy and nothing like what i usually write/read... but this has been sitting in my drafts since may...

masterlist. | request info.

"oh my god! you look gorgeous, i love that dress! have you met james yet?" tara shouts over the music as she stumbles towards your table, a tall brunette man getting dragged along behind her.

"thank youuu, you look amazing as well! and no, we haven't met." you introduce yourself and hold out your hand. you expect him to shake it but instead he leans down and presses a chaste kiss to your knuckles. instantly, your face turns hot and your eyes widen.

he stands back up straight and smiles widely at you, "it's very nice to meet you. tara's been singing your praises ever since i saw her today."

the woman in question giggles with a roll of her eyes, "pssh, how could i not. that recent mission you completed in record time was incredible!"

you're so caught up in talking to your colleagues that you fail to notice the arm tightening around your waist and the death glare sent from the man hovering over your back. safe to say, if looks could kill, james would be six feet under and xavier would be the culprit.

—

it's later on in the night and you've separated from your little group to order some drinks at the bar. the stool you're perched on is uncomfortably digging into your back and the counter is sticky under your arms. you watch the bartender make your drinks with feigned interest whilst absentmindedly bobbing your head to the loud music— some old pop song that you somehow remember some lyrics to.

you're shocked from your reverie at a tap on your shoulder, and when your head whips round you see james slip into the stool next to you. a polite smile creeps onto your face and you nod wordlessly at him, silently praying for the bartender to hurry up.

"so, how'd a pretty girl like you get into a business like this?"

your eyebrows raise and you cross your arms over your chest, "are you flirting with me right now?"

he hums, reaching out to place a hand on your bare knee and ignoring how your eyes narrow. "i don't know, am i?"

from your peripheral you see your drinks get placed down beside you, so you smile at the bartender and grab the glass. your lips wrap around the straw and your eyes flick back to meet him. you take a quick sip of your drink— the sweet cocktail filling your mouth with pineapple and the underlying taste of alcohol— before placing the glass back down, condensation dripping through your fingers.

you're about to reply, something along the lines of 'sorry, i'm taken', but a rough hand landing on your shoulder cuts you off. a very familiar voice growls into your ear, "get up, we're going."

—

after being dragged to the car, not even getting to say goodbye to anyone or finish your drinks, with no explanation and then getting ignored the whole ride home, you're rightfully confused and upset. so, when the door to your apartment closes and locks behind you, you turn around to face him with your hands on your hips.

"what the fuck, xavi! why'd you drag me home in the middle of the event without even telling me why!?"

he doesn't turn around, still standing in the kitchen staring angrily out of the window with his arms crossed.

you storm up to him, pushing futilely and wincing when your hands come into contact with the broad muscles of his back. he barely stumbles, only to whip around and grab your hips to spin you one eighty degrees. he shoves you harshly up against the kitchen island countertop, not even relenting when a shocked gasp escapes your mouth.

"he was flirting with you," he all but growls, bunching your dress up to your waist, "and you let him."

you scramble for purchase on the marble, managing to barely skim the edge of the opposite side, and tilt your head as far as it will go to make eye contact with him. "let him? i was about to turn him down before you came stormy over all broody and literally tugged me away! are you acting like this because you're jealous or something?"

you hear something unzip— likely his trousers— and clothes rustle before his hard length rests on your lower back, just above your ass. he's leaking already, drops of pre staining your skin, and practically pulsing against you.

"jealous?—"

one of his hands slides around your waist whilst the other slips down to grab the base of his cock and maneuvers it just above your hole, slipping it through your slit a couple times. you shiver, leaning your forehead against the cold marble in preparation.

"—he was hitting on my girl." xavier's voice is deeper than you've ever heard it before, gruff and lustful, and he grunts when finally pushing in. you whimper, accidently tightening around him not even halfway.

a sudden sharp slap to the flesh of your ass has you flinching and your cunt squeezing briefly before relenting completely, allowing him to slide the rest of the way in and bottom out.

"god, you're such a slut." his hips move back and he ends his sentence with a harsh thrust forward, his balls slapping against your ass.

"xavi," you whine, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes as your nails scratch down the counter. his hips ram brutally, skin slapping on skin, as he takes up a mean pace with no preparation. his cock bullies into you relentlessly, plunging inches into your warmth as his veins drag along your walls, and the head kisses your cervix— pushing a loud gasped moan from your mouth.

marble digs into your skin, already leaving uncomfortable marks and lines in inconvenient spots, and your nails don't stop scrambling for purchase; the horrible chalkboard-like noises being drowned out by xavier's incoherent degradation and the slaps of flesh.

you come when his fingers slip downwards to deftly work at your clit, rubbing skillfully in a way that he knows is guaranteed to push you over the edge. your abdomen tightens, tiny little jolts of electricity running all throughout your body as your orgasm— tightening and pulsating around his thick length.

a scream tears from your throat, raspy and full of pleasure, with tears dripping steadily from your eyes. you sob, gripping firmly on the edge of the counter, when xavier's teeth bite into the dip between your shoulder and neck. his back pressed right up against yours, thrusts incomprehensibly fast.

he comes then, aswell, with a grunt of your name. hands clutching firmly on your hips as his thrusts quickly speed up to chase that pleasure, then slow down just a quick when ropes of hot cum shoot from his tip and begin to stain your walls white.

"fucking take it—" "you're mine," "my little cumslut, gonna fill you up and leave you dripping forever," "—breed you, make you mine."

he growls into your ear, groping all over your body. the aftermath is sticky with sweat, cum, and tears, and you know you'll have a lot of cleaning to do when you both come down from your highs.

[amortsukii]

taking a break from short n' sweet to post a xavier smut fic tues evening! probably abt 2k words?

edit: posted!

[amortsukii]

expanding on this! when reading a LADS (love and deepspace) fic...

when reading a reader insert fic...

[amortsukii]

hey lovies, i think i'm gonna have to push back short n' sweet a week and have the next fic posted next friday. im feeling pretty sick and have an ear infection so its just bringing me down and making me too exhausted to write. thank you, though, for all the support recently!!

the choso fic (dumb & poetic) will hopefully be pretty long tho so look forward to that!

tyty, suki <3

[amortsukii]

taste // sentry loves eating you out

pairing. sentry x f!reader | wc. 346 | 18+

a/n. sorry this is so late! i've had such a busy day and i'm exhausted so i struggled to write the last bits of this. 💔 anyways, anyone else fantasize about getting eaten out by a sun god?

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sentry's favourite food is between your legs. for him, your pussy is starters, main, and dessert; a whole three course meal. he will have his head between your thighs at least twice a day.

he's sloppy as he starts placing kisses on your inner thighs, working his way up to your mound. his tongue slightly swipes out to get the first taste of you, and he grins at the sound of your whimper.

desperate to hear more, sentry starts flicking his tongue at your clit like a madman. your back arches off his bed and hands slip into his hair to harshly tug at the blond strands. moans and groans of his name fill the bedroom and threaten to breach the soundproofed walls.

his soft hands hold down firmly on your hips, keeping your body still for him to ravish. the lower parts of his face gradually become wetter with your slick— and even more so as he starts to suck feverishly on your clit.

one of his hands moves to your stomach and continues to press down there whilst the other slides down your body to slip two fingers into your sopping hole. you squeeze around him instantly, a loud whine leaves your mouth at the prodding feeling already so deep inside you.

his eyes flick up to meet yours, messy blond strands obscuring his vision of your pretty face; head thrown back against the pillow, though your own eyes roll down to look at his with no word even spoken. you whimper, tears gathering as you reach closer to your peak.

"c'mon baby, come for me, pretty girl." he whispers against your skin, thrusting his fingers faster and feeling the tips skimming your g-spot. "you're so close, aren't you? i can feel it." he teases with a low chuckle. it sends vibrations throughout your body and pushes you over the edge—

you come with a shrieked gasp, clenching tightly around sentry's fingers whilst he still sucks constantly on your clit.

he hums, "thereee you go, sweetheart, let go for me. you taste so good."

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juno | bob reynolds/sentry/void

sum. their favourite sex positions! | total wc. 1.2k | 18+

cw. sub!bob, breeding, dacryphilia? (sentry), choking (sentry & void), rough sex (void), slightly ooc void

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— bob | cowgirl (wc. 336)

bob loves when you take control of him. it makes him feel loved, wanted, and worshipped for the first time in his life. you'll place kisses all across his upper body, hands tangling in his hair to gently tug his head back and expose more of his pretty pale neck. you'll whisper soft sweet praise— "you're such a pretty boy," "my good boy," "you're so handsome, bob," "i love you so much," — into his ear while you move your hips across his lap.

his cock slides in and out of you, slowly and deep as you bounce on him. most times you have sex it's unhurried, loving, and deliberate— you want him to know just how much he's loved.

bob's hands grip your hips, subtly aiding your bounces when your legs start to ache. and his head will dip down to meet your chest; kissing and sucking and biting tenderly on your breasts.

his noises are so so pretty. the cutest whimpers, raspiest groans, and loudest moans leaving his mouth despite his embarrassment and insistence to stay quiet. the pleasure is just too good— your pussy squeezing tight around him, quivering at the thickness of his cock. his tip prods so deep inside you, just about grazing your g-spot.

you moan out bob's name, wrapping your arms around him in a hug. he meets your lips in a love-filled kiss as tears gather in his eyes.

"feels so good, baby." he whines into your mouth, "i love you, hic, so much."

you just nod in agreement, too focused on chasing your pleasure to form a proper response. and when you finally come, squeezing and pulsing around him, your back arches and pushes your breasts right against his chest.

"oh, shit, 'm gonna cum— baby, baby, fuck, 'm cumming!"

he whimpers, hands grabbing at your waist as his hips thrust mindlessly up into you. he tries to pull out in time but you just plant your hips firmly onto his lap.

"come for me, pretty boy. inside."

— sentry | mating press (wc. 518)

sentry's favourite thing to do is test your limits. whether that be your patience, or your flexibility. he'll bend your body in ways that shouldn't be possible for a human. and his favoured way to do that is with a mating press.

stretching your legs back until your knees almost touch your face, calves resting on his shoulders, he'll roughly manhandle you to get the best position. only one of his hands hold him up, gripping the sheets beside your head, and you're ashamed to admit how much wetter you get at the display of his god-like strength. his other hand lightly grips your throat, fingers pressing into the sides and somewhat cutting off airflow.

cock sliding in and out of your wet heat, harsh slaps of skin meeting skin mix with the squelches and pants filling the room. your moans are loud, as are his grunts and whimpers.

"oh, fuck. sunshine, you're so— tight."

he leans down closer to your ear, blond hair falling into your eyes, as his thrusts speed up. his hand unconsciously tightens on your throat and you're bound to have marks show up there later.

"gonna let me fill you up? shit— w-want me to fill up this p-pretty pussy, huh?" he all but growls. you can't speak so you resort to nodding wildly, mouth dropping open in a silent scream when his hand slips from your throat to instead grab at your hair. he tugs your head up until you can meet his eyes, and he quickly leans down to capture your lips with his.

it's barely a kiss; sloppy and wet, teeth crashing and noses bumping.

"please! sentry, god, p-please fill me up. don't stop, need 'ur cum." you manage to whine, feeling the coil tighten in your abdomen until it snaps and you pulsate around his cock with a moaned "'m cumming!".

your moans quickly turn into sobs, tears streaking tracks of salt down your cheeks at the overstimulation as he just continues thrusting into you— chasing his own pleasure. to your shock, he leans further into you and licks his tongue up the tear stain. that's when his hand tightens in your hair and he comes... hard.

rope after hot rope of seed shooting into your walls as he moans your name. "oh, fuck! 's good, sweetheart, feels so good."

he doesn't stop; thrusting deeper as he just keeps coming, plugging his cum back into you as you feel it start to overspill.

he suddenly pulls back until he's sitting on his knees, and your legs are finally free of that relentless ache as they are peeled off of your sweaty shoulders. though he moves his hands to grip your calves, dragging them back over his own shoulders so your back is hovering over the mattress. you feel his cum drip out of you steadily at the new position, despite his thick cock still plugging you, and he starts gently thrusting again to push it all back in.

"fuck," he breathes, head tilting to press a loving kiss to the side of your shin, "love you so much, sunshine."

— the void | doggy (wc. 375)

void is possessive. when fucking, his hands will grip all over your body— leaving dark bruises and red marks on your soft skin for everyone to see. for people to know that you've been claimed, you're his.

grabbing at the flesh of your ass as he pounds you from behind might just be one of his favourite things in the entire universe. squeezing and kneading harshly there, or slapping it and leaving bright red handprints in his wake.

sometimes he'll lean over your body, shadowy figure pressed to the sweat of your back, and reach around to grasp one of your breasts in the roughness of his hand— kneading as he did to your ass not even seconds earlier. he'll roll your nipple through his fingers with a firm pinch, sending shocks of pleasure throughout your body.

when you get the courage to start moving your hips back to meet his thrusts, his hands quickly fly to your sides to manhandle your body on his own. void doesn't want you doing anything, just continue laying there for him to use.

that once perfect arch you had has now disappeared; you're half way collapsed onto the bed with your face smushed into a pillow and only his hands and subconscious powers holding up your bottom half. you can barely breathe, especially when a black slender hand slithers up your front to grab your neck, squeezing on the sides a lot rougher than sentry would.

when void comes, his thrusts are ruthless. fast and deep, repeatedly hitting spots inside you that you didn't even know exists, and he growls loudly as he finishes. his hands squeeze tighter— whether that be on your hips or breasts or even your neck (you swear you've passed out during sex more times than you can count).

he fills you, and it feels like hours until he stops. cum steadily drips from your pussy when he pulls out, and you properly collapse onto the mattress from the loss of your only support.

void doesn't do much in ways of aftercare— usually letting bob come back to do that sort of thing— but he always presses a kiss to the crown of your head with a whispered "rest well, my dearest." before leaving.

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when reading a reader insert fic...

[amortsukii]

bed chem // nsfw headcanons

pairing. adam warlock x f!reader | wc. 843 | 18+

a/n. honestly could be for either mcu or rivals/comic him 🤷🏼‍♀️ i just love him, your honor. this is like pure filth btw so minors... shoo 🫸

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as is known, he is the himbo ever. literally the definition of the word may as well be "adam warlock". he is so sexy and he doesn't even know it. you'll get women coming up to him on random planets whilst walking through various civilisations, or at afterparties thrown in the guardians' honour. he's always respectful (obviously!) but so so oblivious to their flirting. you'll have to go up to them and pull him away with the dirtiest death glare on your face aimed towards her. (you ride the life outta him after so he knows who he belongs to.)

adam loves worshipping you. in his eyes, you're a goddess. his goddess. and several times a week will he take you to someplace private— whether that be his bedroom, a bathroom, some abandoned place on a mission— and shove his face between your thighs. he'd lay you down, or set you on a table or counter, and spread your legs to worship you in his most favourite way.

loves marking you. you're his queen— his mate, his goddess— and he needs everyone to know. you're his, and he's yours. bruises; shaped like his hands from where his fingers dug into your hips with every thrust. bites; all along your collarbone and chest, with the most prominent mark on the side of your neck.

his cum is glittery. this is definitely canon, marvel told me. its glittery and slightly gold tinted... and also really warm. he loves coming all over your body, especially your chest, to see how you look painted with gold.

as said before, he loves to see you draped in his colour. like that one time you wore a silky gold dress to a gala the guardians were invited to, he had to drag you off to the closest bathroom to get rid of his sudden erection. he'd bent you over the counter and took you from behind— dress still on and bunched at the waist— while whispering in you ear how good you look.

adam is such a soft dom. he'll essentially fold you in half— dick prodding deep into your walls— and still make sure you're comfortable, that he's not hurting you. he'll mutter dirty talk into your ear (which sounds incredibly endearingly silly in his way of talking) and slip so much praise into it that it becomes less sexual and more worshipful.

a fiend for creampies. there is nothing he loves more than seeing you filled up with his seed— watching with keen eyes as it slowly drips out of you. sometimes he'll even shove his fingers into your hole to keep it in there and make sure it sticks.

oh yeah he has a massive breeding kink as well. you're his mate, why wouldn't he wanna breed you properly? the mere suggestion of using a condom has him scoffing and rolling his eyes. he can be so sassy sometimes.

he's a cosmic being so his stamina is definitely higher than the average human man. he can last at least 4 rounds without even beginning to feel tired. there has definitely been multiple times that you've passed out mid-sex, and oh my god does he panic. the first time you did he genuinely thought you'd died, that he'd killed you. he had hurriedly gotten dressed and covered you up with a blanket before rushing to gamora for help. she teased you both relentlessly for months, but luckily didn't tell the rest of the team.

so so strong. will manhandle you into all sorts of positions. he's gently, obviously, but still enough to leave bruises on your hips and hand prints on your ass.

you once had sex whilst flying (it was your suggestion) and he came so hard his powers malfunctioned briefly and you two started falling. safe to say, that will likely never happen again.

he's pretty loud in bed. mainly grunts and groans but sometimes— if hes in a subby mood or you've reduced him to tears— he'll whimper and moan your name. adam's voice is pretty deep and when he moans all raspy and broken it's so beautiful. his head will tilt back, exposing the curve of his jaw and neck, and his mouth drops open.

as much as adam loves giving you oral (and it is a lot), he much prefers to be on the receiving end. there's nothing better to him than coming home from a stressful mission and seeing you sink to your knees and undo his belt. just the feeling of your mouth encompassing his cock, the warm wet of your saliva coating him, is enough to brighten his day.

he is the king of aftercare. "you deserve nothing but the best," is what he recites almost every time. he'll gently wipe you down with a wet rag, place kisses on the marks he left on your skin. sometimes he'll run you a bath with your favourite bubble scent, carefully scrubbing off the aftermath when you've calmed down. he'll then carry you back to bed and wrap himself around you.

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