#/crazy shit keeps happening to till

[shakingparadigm]

Guardian Urak after ROUND 6 (his fuckass pet that he barely invested in beat another guy's overly-invested in pet)

[coloursofaparadox]

im still not over the sleep thing one sec i gotta rant about this shit

[bamjio]

❛ 𝗷𝘂𝗶𝗰𝘆! ❜ ━━ ✿⠀wolverine nsfw headcanonns.

Wolverine x female!reader

warnings !! ━ suggestive content, voyeurism, kinks, mentions of wade n other xmen members, lovesick Logan teehee, specifically Hughs' wolverine.

❛If you could see it from the front, wait 'til you see it from the back.❜

( wtf happened to me this is the fastest update I had probably done ever since WVD came out. )

Start of strong start of tough,

LOGAN HAS A MASSIVE DICK, you've seen it and he knows it. def loves teasing you too, when you give him oral, he wants you to take your time— sometimes. most of the times he's a sex devil, obsessed with seeing your hardworking struggled face, eyebrows furrowed and eyes determined. Logan hates to admit it but he wants to shove his cock down you and seeing your face. won't admit because he's not freaky outside.

gives the best head in the whole dimension, loves seeing you arch, he def knows where your spots are, multi tasking at its finest, fingering and eating you out is definitely something, his only goal is making you either squirt of cum, doesn't matter loves it when you make that sound everytimes you're close. he's 99.9 Selfless when it comes to giving, all he wants is your attention, not caring if his dick exploded from holding it in, deep inside him is a man that def wants to tease and edge you, but he's known to you as a nonchalant man, unless he's desperate — hell definitely be a beast.

did I mention that he's quite rough? not too rough, but perfectly rough. he adores it when tears run out your cheeks begging him to keep on going, although he is naturally rough, he knows his limits, it's like autopilot tbh. puts you to missionary everytime. He's not a lazy man he knows how to move, and his stamina would definitely last up to many hours. An old man with a young energy, how nice is that.

have I mentioned he has deep fantasies? He's the type of boyfriend that won't mention it till you do— he had desires of maybe fucking you in charles' mansion, he doesn't mean in a room, he means infront of his colleague, yknow? but he keeps that fantasy deep behind, Charles knows about his little dream, finds it fascinating. only person he told about it was probably Hank. He also has this predator and prey kink that ONLY works for you, you running for your life and him chasing you down, basically fuck or die type shit— except he'd rather not kill you.

he gets turned on whenever you're training or fighting, doesn't know why but he definitely loves the sweat on your face and the look of distraught, he wonders sometimes if he's okay, wade calls him lovesick because he's like a little puppy following you and finding you very amusing, not to mention he's very obedient too, wade tells him he's a "pup in a big man's body when it comes to y/n" he doesn't deny it, he likes it.

One secret— you two fucked in the mansion and almost got caught, risky but he'd do it again.

Two secrets— he unintentionally told wade that he had thought about him and wade fucking you.

Three secrets— he has pictures hidden, different boxes in different occasions full of your pictures.

HELP, MY PUSSYS' GONE CRAZY!

First post that I felt 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂, will make a sfw version of this and will make a wade nsfw version, probably the last time I make nsfw hcs, don wanna go overboard to being 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝓪𝓴𝔂.

[ialwaysknewyouwerepunk]

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[snekdood]

can you even bring yourself to see things from my perspective? can you even bring yourself to imagine i didn’t do anything? can you even bring yourself to imagine im innocent??

or does everything come collapsing down when you try?

[thyme-in-a-bubble]

was binge reading under your wing au and had an idea for it

What if the boys were playing mario party and reader sits on the dick who has the highest points

(lowkey they get her high & theyre not allowed to bust in her)

a/n: no but the way intox kink is so high on my list of things i wanna play around with these guys!! you get meeeee! you’ve hacked my computer and looked at my nasty notes! ♡ 

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when your stepbro had texted you saying that he had gotten his hands on the newest game and was inviting you over for the first official time he and the rest of the frat got to play with it, sweet little you had of course assumed that that was just it. you would just go over there, play some nintendo, laugh till you cried, nothing else whatsoever 

how fucking wrong could you have been

it was Marc who was the one who suddenly conjured a joint from his stash. 

your eyes went wide when you realised that it wasn’t just a hand rolled cigarette that the frat boy was about to light in the middle of the living room. 

now, you’d never done any drugs before, much less seen any in real life, not even a simple joint, so naturally you instantly became paranoid, looking over your shoulder because what if an officer of the law suddenly burst down the door and saw you all doing illegal shit? it wasn’t gonna happen, but the ache still bloomed in your stomach 

then they say all of this stuff about how you should try it for the first time in a safe space around people who you know, which calms you enough to timidly take the blunt when it is handed to you

the first hit makes you cough like crazy and you quickly begin to feel strange, but the guys then just nudge you and say that if you take another drag then you’ll feel better. glancing to your stepbrother, he of course is all in as well and just lulls you into a false sense of security, assuring you that everything will be alright and how you should trust him since he’s your big stepbro after all

so you quickly turn into a giggly mess, all foggy and pliant for them to toss you to whoever wants you in their lap

maybe at first it gets you so hazy and turned on that you unconsciously start humping the thigh that you’re sitting on, like you’re in fucking heat or something

or maybe it’s the guys who take the opportunity to tease you as soon as you get all fuzzy. light caresses all over your body, so light that you don’t even register them through your high. tickling your little nipples as they poke through your shirt. basically just teasing you till you’re all drippy for them and trembling on top of them like they’ve edged you for hours. 

they don’t really take any of their clothes off, just unzips and such for the ✨important✨ parts of them to spring forth

but they do rip all of your clothes off, not that you really notice till it’s way too late because of how brainless they’ve got you

now, i’m imagining that since you’re all melted, the perfect little pocket pussy for them all, the position you’re often moulded into is like you in their lap, your back completely melted back against them, your legs folded up against your chest while their arms are wrapped around you and their just bouncing you in their laps, using you like a fleshlight

that vibe or they make you cockwarm them if they still gotta have their hands free to play 

they probably tried to get you to move on your own, but you are just way too high to be able to do it, so they settle for just the feeling of your weepy cunt clenching tightly around them as you try to keep up with the bright colours flashing on the tv

oooorrrr maybe someone who isn’t playing (because there are tons of them and there's a limit to how many players there can be at once) can swoop in and help move you. you know, just dudes being dudes, bros being bros and getting each other off, jerking your pal off with the pussy that you’re all head over heels for lol

now, your eyelids feel so so heavy, and at one point you finally loose the battle, but then when you blink them open again, it takes you a while to notice that you’re sitting on someone else’s cock

and if your whining gets too much and starts messing with their concentration of the game, then they just grumble for you to shut up before the person next to you suddenly grabs your hair and folds you over to silence your whimpers and fill up your mouth 

they also get you to say all sorts of nasty things that you’d normally blush and put your foot down at if they tried to make you repeat such filth when you were sober

and if all of this happens after they’ve trained you to take multiple of them at once in your warm little holes, well then you best believe that they make you cockwarm multiple of them at once, filling up all of your holes with at least one dick at a time

now, your stepbro may not have allowed his friends to finish in you that day, but that just means that instead of it leaking out of you, you just get covered in cum :) 

and maybe at the end, the next morning when you wake up, you don’t remember too many details from what happened, just that you played that new game and then you must have fallen asleep on the couch… strange… maybe the guys will just have to remind you then of all of the things that actually happened while you were stoned out of your mind…

© 2025 thyme-in-a-bubble 

[rafes-slut]

Leave Me On Read, I Dare You

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Girlfriend!Reader

Warnings: suggestive content, lingerie/nudes, dirty talk, sexting, mentions of arousal, slight angst (insecurity), soft dom!Rafe undertones, possessiveness, minor jealousy themes, reader spiraling over being left on read, mature language

Summary:

You send Rafe some sultry pictures while he’s busy, expecting a quick reply—or something. But when he leaves you on read with zero reaction, your insecurities spiral… until Rafe finally answers, and you realize just how hard he was because of it.

Your fingers hovered over the screen, heart hammering in your chest as you stared down at the message thread with Rafe. You’d just sent him a series of pictures—well, technically not nudes, but close enough. Soft, lacey lingerie hugging your body just right, teasing skin and curves you knew drove him insane. You’d posed just how he liked it—arched back, slightly parted lips, that little smirk he always said made him crazy.

And… nothing.

He read the message. The tiny “Seen” notification glared at you like a slap in the face.

You sat there, blinking, still in the same lingerie, waiting for the telltale dots of him typing something—anything.

But they never came.

Ten minutes passed.

Then twenty.

You bit down on your lip, irritation bubbling beneath your skin as you stared at your phone like it had personally betrayed you.

You:

Rafe?

No reply.

You:

You alive?

Still nothing.

You huffed, eyes narrowing.

You:

Ok wtf

Did you not like them???

Why tf would you leave me on read after THAT

Hello???

Your thumb hovered again, and before you could stop yourself, the floodgates opened.

You:

Do you even like me anymore???

Not like I need validation but also wtf???

Honestly feel stupid now lol

Won’t send you shit again if you’re just gonna ignore me

Not even a “damn babe” or “holy shit”? really?

Wow

You flung your phone onto the bed, face flushing with a mix of embarrassment and anger. This wasn’t supposed to go like that. He usually lost his mind over these things, blowing up your phone with filthy messages, telling you he was on his way over, or begging for more. Not silence.

You sighed, tugging at the strap of your bra, feeling a little ridiculous now. Why had you even bothered?

Your phone buzzed.

You snatched it up, fully ready to go off—until your eyes landed on the picture.

Rafe. In his bedroom. Hand wrapped tightly around his very hard length, veins prominent, tip flushed red, precum dripping as he gripped it just for you. His other hand held his phone, snapping the picture low so you could see everything.

Rafe:

This is what happens when you send me that shit, Sweetheart.

Had to wait till I was alone.

Now come fix this.

Your mouth went dry, legs suddenly weak beneath you as heat rushed through your veins.

Your irritation? Gone. Just like that.

You swallowed hard, eyes glued to the picture like it might burn a hole through your screen. Your cheeks burned, and you could practically hear his cocky tone through the text. That signature smirk he wore when he knew he had you wrapped around his finger.

Another message.

Rafe:

And don’t ever doubt if I like you again.

Next time, you’re sending those pics in person.

While you’re riding me.

You whimpered.

Phone still clutched in your hand, you typed fast.

You:

Be there in 10.

Keep it hard for me.

Your phone buzzed again almost instantly.

Rafe:

Don’t worry.

It’s for you anyway.

[cvnntagious]

ও ⋮ 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐛𝐨𝐲!𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬 ⸝⸝

all my fuckboy!matt blurbs, fics, and wips : here

fratboy!chris ver. here

⇢ SFW

❒ fuckboy!matt who, like his title entails, is a fuckboy. much unlike (fratboy!)chris, he's quick to entertain girls who throw themselves at him

❒ fuckboy!matt who 'isnt afraid of commitment'

" c'mon, y'think i'm scared of that shit? what's to be scared of? trust me, if i wanted to, i could keep 'er by m'side forever. "

" so... what? you wanna keep playing? "

" playin'? nah, m'jus havin' my fun. why settle down now? "

❒ fuckboy!matt who spends most of his time at the frat with chris

❒ fuckboy!matt who, despite his brother's constant begging, refuses to commit to chris' fraternity

❒ fuckboy!matt who mostly meets girls through chris, whether they're a client of chris' who happened to run into him, or chris sent them his way

❒ fuckboy!matt who is surprisingly top of his classes, taking homework and studying very seriously

❒ fuckboy!matt who does chris' homework

❒ fuckboy!matt who's dormmate is nick

❒ fuckboy!matt who doesn't deal, and actually happens to constantly be on chris' ass about being reckless

" gonna get fuckin' caught with that, " he said, snatching the little baggie from his brothers hand

" don't be a pussy matt, i got people feinin' for that shit—s'good money. "

" nothin' pussy about this, s'for your own good. you ain't heard twelve's out here really searchin' for this shit right now? i'm not bailing y'out, dickhead. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who only really has his brothers at the end of the day, so he allows himself to only care for them and no one else

❒ fuckboy!matt who never calls you anything but sweetheart, even in his most irritated moments

❒ fuckboy!matt who noticed you in one of his classes on the very first day, but only got the guts to actually talk to you when chris told him to keep you occupied so he could head off with your friend

" we got hella booze, if y'drink, kid... I'll be taking her, and, um- " chris reached over to slap matt's chest as a gesture, " oh, perfect. this's my brother, matt. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who's an asshole and he knows it, not caring how his words or actions affect others (unless you're nick and chris, of course)

⇢ NSFW

❒ fuckboy!matt who was never one to go back for more until he met you

❒ fuckboy!matt who, though he'd never admit it, hasn't so much as touched another girl since he'd gotten you in his bed

" you're seeing other people? "

" na— well, would it be a problem if i were? y'think we're together or sum'n "

" i guess not... "

" s'what i thought. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who's sex drive is crazy, sometimes making you wonder if he ever gets tired

" one more time. just one more, c'mon, i know you can take it, " meanwhile you're spent beneath him, sopping wet and trembling as you struggle to form words from your fourth orgasm

❒ fuckboy!matt who could eat it till he's blue in the face, if you'd let him

❒ fuckboy!matt who always ends up taking control when you ride him

❒ fuckboy!matt who loves when you scratch him, overstimulating you til you can't do any thing but scratch at his biceps or back

❒ fuckboy!matt who refuses to do anything without a condom... until he's drunk and needy, hands wandering as he 'forgets' all about the rubbers sitting in the drawer of his nightstand

❒ fuckboy!matt who'll say things just to upset/piss you off, just so he can fuck all those harsh emotions away

" aww, hurt y'feelings? won't - do - it - again, sweets, promise. "

❒ fuckboy!matt who's always down for a quickie—any time, any place

❒ fuckboy!matt who has no problem trying new positions, but usually sticks to speed bump, missionary, or any version of cowgirl

❒ fuckboy!matt who isn't embarrassed about being loud, not caring who could be hearing him

" fuckkk, sweetheart, keep backin' that into me. "

" ah- shit, oh, y'gonna make me cum. mm-mhm, do that shit again. "

a/n : pretend this didn't take years to get out cs i said i was gonna make headcanons for all my au's ages ago and basically stopped at fratboy!chris...

-love, grandma cvnty ☆!

[wysteria-bloom]

𖧷 " such a lightweight "

What jjk character would do if you're drunk

Minors DNI

Warnings : f!bodied reader, female pronouns used, HIGHLY suggestive, sukuna can be a warning himself. I may have went a bit feral on Shiu's one but I can't help it okay 😥😥

Characters : toji, geto, gojo, nanami, sukuna, shiu, hakari

A/n : jjk manga is popping off rn bro most recent chapter made me cry. Sukuna was so sassy the whole time, unc has had enough of yuji's shit 😭

⟢ fushiguro toji ␥

This man has the most unimpressed expression on his face when he finds you stumbling through the front door, one of your high heels evidently missing whilst the strap of your dress was hanging on through pure will power.

It was amusing for a split second, but now he just felt bad. He walks over to you and fixes your dress strap, trying not to break out into a fond grin when your eyes brightened at the sight of him," Your friends suck." He states, reaching an arm behind you to shut the door," who makes a fuckin' woman walk home alone? I'll kill them..."

You instantly wrap your arms around his waist, resting your face in the crook of his neck. He froze briefly before leaning into the embrace," Don' be maaad.... they hic wanted to stay longer... but I missed you... hic... so I left..." you drawled out against his skin tiredly, inhaling his scent like it was air to you.

His heart clenched and he let out a low hum," that right?" He grumbled and slowly wrapped his large arms around you, his warmth all-consuming," shoulda messaged me, baby..."

"I know, I hic know... won' happen again... promise... pinky swear..." your eyes drooped lazily, you would definitely fall asleep standing up if your husband allowed it.

You were lifted from beneath your legs, his other arm wrapping around your back securely. He looked down at you with a slight quirk to his lips at the sight of your shocked expression," can't have ya droolin' on my shoulder, baby. A bed might be more comfortable, yeah?" He teased out gently as he began to lift you upstairs.

You found yourself only smiling up at him like an idiot," I fuckin' love you..." you drawled out.

That finally made his lips crack into grin, green eyes hazy with love," You're a cute drunk..."

"Say hic it back!"

"Nah, you gotta wait till morning for that."

"So rude." You snorted out, closing your eyes to fall into a deep slumber, not missing the way he mumbled 'love you' into your hair.

⟢ geto suguru ␥

"I wish you would tell me when you decide to get black-out drunk." The man sighed out like a disappointed parent as he squeezed some cleanser onto a cotton pad, raising a brow at his girlfriend in disdain," What if something had happened to you?"

You pouted at him," I was with Shoko..." you murmured drunkenly, blinking lazily up at him. Then you tugged the end of his shirt," take this off."

He snorted, pure amusement crinkling within his eyes," nah." Then he cupped your chin gently," stay still." He brought the cotton pad to your face, wiping away the makeup you had put on.

You groaned, cheeks flushed as you glared at him," You don't love me." You grunted out.

"Cause I won't take my shirt off?" He smirked, running the pad beneath your eyes gently.

"Uh huh."

"You're such a horny drunk, you know that?" He teased with that easygoing smile on his lips, shifting slightly to get in a more comfortable position, his legs wrapping around you as you sat in the middle of them," Why can't you be this horny when you're sober, huh?"

"Cause... I need to make you yearn for me."

He let out a low whistle, pretending to be impressed," You know that word? Crazy." He then blew away a stray eyelash on your face, smiling gently when you scrunched your eyes closed," keep 'em shut, pretty girl."

Your heart fluttered," Don't speak like that." You did as you were told however.

He wiped at the mascara on your eyes with a new cotton pad, the pad of his thumb that was holding your chin playing with your bottom lip annoyingly to make you pout," Why? Got you hot and bothered?" He droned out with that low tone of amusement.

"Manipulative creep." You bit the tip of his thumb but not enough to hurt him.

He chuckled and leaned forwards to press a warm kiss to your forehead," baby, if you keep insulting me I might not reward you for sitting so still~" He cooed out.

You sat even more still, letting go of his thumb," say less king."

"Absolute horndog."

⟢ gojo satoru ␥

Gojo looked on at you with a slight concerned glint in his eye, caressing your face lovingly with his hands as he placed kisses across your flushed face," so cute... you need to know how to pace yourself, pretty." He hummed out with that lightly teasing lilt to his voice.

You blinked at him drunkly, cheeks smooshed together by his hands," 'm... not drunk..." you denied, an obvious slur to your words as you narrowed your eyes cutely.

He chuckled lightly, gently pinching your cheeks and shaking his head lightly. His eyes shone with fondness, but also a hint of playfulness as he listened to your denial.

"Really now~?" Gojo inquired, his voice laced with an amused skepticism as he leaned in closer, peering at your warm face. His warm breath brushes against your skin, a subtle smirk on his lips," Maybe we need to get all this swaying checked out by a doctor then, huh?"

You frowned," Nooo... no hic doctor..." you then pressed a hand to his chest, giving him a distraught expression," Oka...okay... fine... I'll admit it, okay?... I'm drunk..." you whispered out like it was a well-kept secret.

Satoru found it adorable.

He smirked, tilting his head slightly as he continued to admire your drunken adorableness," There we go. Was that so hard to admit, huh?"

He then moved his arms to wrap around your waist, pulling you closer against him," So cute... my cute little drunkard..." He nuzzled his face against your much warmer one like you were a cute little animal.

"Shuddup... that's not an endearing nickname, ya know..." you groaned out but leaned into his affection nonetheless," yer... hic... a worse drunk than I am..."

At your claim, he gave a dramatic gasp, feigning offense, "Me? Worse than you? I'll have you know I'm much better at holding my alcohol than you are."

"Bitch no you're not." You reply sassily, raising a brow as you reached up and pinched his pale cheeks in return," last time you hic were drunk... you dropkicked a trashcan and dove into the trash."

"Hey, hey... that trashcan had it coming." Gojo protested, his cheeks squished between your hand. He leaned in closer, his smirk growing wider, "And even if I had a little bit too much drink that night, at least I didn't pass out on a public bench... like some people."

You pressed your forehead against his, nuzzling it in the most aggressive fashion you could muster, nose scrunched up in annoyance," Shut up... loser..." you whined out with a weary blink of your eyes, fatigue settling in.

God, he loved you.

He smothered you in his arms, your cuteness too much to handle for him as he ignored your insults to let you the hell go.

⟢ nanami kento ␥

You frowned up at the man in suspicion as he drove with that handsome frown on his lips, the furrow to his brow seemed like a natural expression for him.

"My husband... wouldn't be happy with you... driving me home..." you drawled out lazily, drunken eyes admiring his appearance despite your words.

Nanami, your husband, let out a hum, eyes glinting with amusement as he swiped the indicator to make a turn around the roundabout," Yeah? I'm sure he'll make an exception for me." He replied, deciding to go along with your drunken ramblings.

"Mmm... Hey," you muttered, your slender fingers tracing over the buttons of his shirt," why're you so handsome...?"

As you traced your fingers over the buttons of his shirt, he could feel the warmth emanating from your touch. "Genetic luck, I suppose," he quipped, glancing down at your hand as you continued to lightly graze his shirt. "Or maybe you just have a biased perspective when you're intoxicated."

You snorted," biased? Don't get ahead of yourself mister... I'm a married woman...." you slurred out, eyes blinking up at your husband hazily as you popped the first button on his collar teasingly.

He swallowed, trying to focus on the road as he clenched the steering wheel slightly," Ah, yes, my mistake," he played along, his voice laced with a hint of amusement. "A married woman with very wandering hands."

He glanced down at your hand briefly as you popped the first button of his collar, his eyes darkening slightly with desire, "Are you sure your husband won't mind you unraveling my shirt so easily?"

"I dunno... Maybe he won't mind cause you're so handsome..." you hummed, popping the second button, getting a good look at his sharp collar bone now. You wanted to lick it so bad," Hey... I'm... I'm super drunk... huh?"

He couldn't help but feel his pulse quicken as you continued to unbutton his shirt, revealing more of his chest. He let out a soft breath as your gaze raked over his collar bone, his own desire growing.

"Yes, very drunk," he agreed, tilting his head slightly to get a good look at your expression. "Drunk enough to tease your husband in the car, it seems."

"Oooh... so you're my husband..." you let that lazy grin spread across your lips, popping two more buttons and slipping a hand over the expanse of his chest, his shirt following your movements," I'm a lucky woman, aren't I?"

The car came to an abrupt stop, leafs of the trees scratching the top of the car with each blow of the wind. Nanami's hand came to your wrist, holding it gently and bringing it to his lips where he pressed a kiss to where your pulse was.

The look in his eyes sent warmth to your core as he gave you that gently tired smile he always does, head quirking to the side slightly," I think the backseats are calling our names, no?" He droned out lowly.

You never clambored to the backseats quicker.

⟢ ryomen sukuna ␥

"Ugh, you reek of alcohol, woman. How much have you had?" The curse grumbles out unamusedly, glaring down at the woman who was clinging to his arms like a lifeline.

"O-only one or two..." Then you smiled lazily," or two... three.... four five-"

"Fucking alcoholic." He snarked out a disgusted scrunch of his nose, not even wincing when you smacked his broad chest for that comment.

You pout up at him,"F-fuck you, okay? Fuck. You. I'm in my hot girl summer era and I hic don't need your old ass cramping my style." You slurred out, stumbling over your own feet.

Sukuna reached out and held you by your shoulders, glare softening into a deadpan expression," What are those words even."

"Old. Ass."

Rolling his eyes, he pulled your hair lightly in a reprimanding manner," Keep fucking flapping those pretty lips. See where it gets you." He murmurs," because that couch very much has your name on it right now."

"Whaaa?" You whined out, moving your arms to wrap around his waist, chin resting on his chest to look up at him," You'd kick me outta our bed?"

"In a heartbeat."

"Ughhh..." you buried your warm face into his chest, shaking your head," so mean... I was gonna offer a blow job as well but you've lost that privilege..."

He snorted, actually finding that sentence amusing as he scratched at your scalp with his sharp nails gently, just like you had taught him," would've been a fuckin' sloppy blowjob anyways."

"You love them, though."

"Mm." He didn't even deny it. Shameless. Then he looked to the side," You're too drunk. Wouldn't even be enjoyable for me." He replied, canting his head to the side curiously, it was almost cute to see him do it," You, however..."

You lifted your head up at the low tone to his voice, feeling your face heat up at the dark look in those garnet coloured eyes.

A smirk spread across his lips as he looked down at you, gripping onto your chin and leaning down close to your lips that he puckered with his thumb and pointer finger," It'll definitely be more enjoyable for you."

You blinked dumbly at his offer, head tilting like a lost puppy,"... How are hic you gonna give me a blowjob?" Then you gasped, gripping onto his jacket and shaking him back and fourth excitedly," You finally want to try pegging?!"

He growled, smacking you across the back of the head as he clawed your grippy hands away from him," no- NO. You fucking dolt! I was offering to go down on you!"

You rubbed at the back of your head," Domestic abuse isn't hot!"

"Never fucking mind you get nothing from me. NOTHING."

⟢ shiu kong ␥

"Oh so pretty... so so pretty... love you..." you kissed across your husband's face, leaving lipstick smudges everywhere as you blinked down at him drunkenly," My pretty husband... you put the stars to shame..."

Shiu only looked on in complete and utter amusement, unlit cigarette hanging from his lips," yer so fuckin' drunk." He stated with that shit eating grin on his face.

"Naw..." you pouted, kissing his nose," I had... One glass... of wine... promise m' not drunk..." you pecked his lip, getting more comfortable in his lap as you cupped his face like you were holding the fucking world in your hands.

"One glass of wine my ass," he chuckled, gently grabbing your wrists and turning his face to the side to keep you from planting even more sticky kisses onto his face. "I've seen you down an entire bottle of whisky and still stand straight and clear, and you're telling me one glass made you feel all fuzzy and sentimental like this?" he said jokingly, tilting his head to the side as his eyes flicked over your drunken expression as he set his unused cigarette to the side.

You pout down at him," Ehhhh... I feel like you don't trust me at all. Just believe what I say from now on, okay?" Fuck you were a delusional drunk, but it was adorable. You leaned close to his face again, wriggling your hands that were caught in his gentle grasp," Now lemme kiss you..."

Shiu had no choice but to indulge in your antics, especially when you looked this adorable being clingy.

"Alright, alright." He chuckled, wrapping his free hand around the back of your head, guiding it down as he pressed your lips against his own, kissing you with his signature slow, yet intimate pace.

You hummed happily against his lips, thighs pressing tighter against his as you leaned into the kiss completely.

Shiu always had a sensuality to his kisses and left you wanting more out of him every time.

You tugged at his bottom lip with your teeth teasingly.

He found it hard to resist himself as you teased him with soft nibbles, his hand on your head slowly making its way south, tracing along the curve of your body until he got to your hip, his fingers gently gripping onto the flesh as a quiet hum vibrated from his chest between the slow kisses.

"Watch it." Shiu murmured against your lips, his tone low and almost playful as he lightly squeezed the spot he was holding onto in warning.

"What're you gonna do huh? Gonna take advantage of your drunken wife?" She cooed out dangerously as she moved her hips against his, hands tangling into his hair," thought you were a gentleman..."

"Oh darlin'..." he chuckled at your cheeky remark, raising an eyebrow up at you as he suddenly used his grip on your hip to pull you closer to his hips, their forms now more intimately pressed together as he smirked up at you mischievously.

"I am a gentleman... Doesn't mean I'll let you tease me like that though." He smirked, tugging your head back a bit, his hot breath ghosting over the column of your throat.

You groaned lowly as your throat was exposed to him fully, shivers running up and down your spine. A hand reached out to grip onto his suit jacket," Fucking tease... indulge your wife a little, won't you? I'm the drunk one after all..." you pouted out, back arching and pressing her front to his.

"You're a big girl." he teased, lips running along the skin of your exposed neck, tracing along the soft flesh with languid but deliberate kisses, a low chuckle escaped his throat as he felt your body arching against his, his hand still gripping onto your hip, slowly but firmly guiding you to grind against his lap," A big girl who should learn to keep her teasing mouth in check." he added in between kisses.

"So mean... you're so mean..." She moaned, head thrown back in pleasure as her core grinded against his, feeling something twitch beneath her," why'd I marry you, huh?..."

He snorted haughtily, raising a brow in amusement, "Now you know damn well why you married me." he nipped on the skin at your neck, letting out a low, barely discernible groan of pleasure as he felt the friction between your bodies against the hardness in his trousers.

You panted heavily, hazy and drunken eyes looking down at him like he was a work of art," enlighten me..." you replied teasingly.

"I hope I don't have to remind you how good I treat you, every single night, love." he teased, his hand slowly making its way further under the thin fabric of your dress.

You bite your lip, your core clenching at those words," mmmn.... nothing wrong with a little reminder, now is there?" You drawled out, head tilting to the side suggestively as you spread your legs a little more to give him more access.

His eyes darkened with desire, his hands gliding higher under the hem of your dress, slowly but firmly caressing the soft and supple skin of your thighs, before they slowly made their way towards the apex of your legs.

"I s'pose there isn't."

Your world flipped as you were pressed against the couch, watching as the man above you sent you a wry grin, an eyebrow quirking at your eager expression," prepare yourself, honey~"

⟢ hakari kinji ␥

"The fuck are you blabberin' on about?" The male raised a brow at the woman below him as he tried to get her into pyjamas," Not even speaking Japanese at this point."

You frowned at him, glaring harshly," I said... you looked... really good tonight... but now I fucking take it back..." you drawled out drunkenly," You ugly fuck."

He let out a low low whistle," quite the potty mouth on ya." He hummed out, silently cheering to himself when he finally got the pyjama shirt over your head," Hey, sit up a sec."

"Fuck you."

"You sure you want that when you're drunk? I'd rock your world, doll." He teased out with that sly little grin on his lips as he wrapped his arms around you, pressing his hands to your back to guide you into a sitting position.

"You perv." You grumbled out, not resisting against him as you settled your face into the crook of his neck lazily, placing absentminded kisses against his skin against your previous grievances against him.

Her kisses settled a fire in his stomach, but he pushed away the thoughts to the best of his abilities," I have such a pretty girl." He cooed out gently as his hands run underneath your shirt, unclasped your bra for you and helping you take it off in a way that perserved your modesty," Can you blame me for being a perv towards you?"

You sighed in relief when the boob trap was off of you and flopped back onto the bed, you hated sleeping with your bra on.

You looked up at him, watching him begin to take his jacket off, tossing your bra to the side lazily. Warmth clouded your cheeks and you found yourself smiling at him like an idiot.

Her noticed the expression and narrowed an eye, lips quirking up," What's got you lookin' all cute, huh?"

"I have such a pretty boy..." you repeated his words from earlier, pressing a hand to your cheek like a schoolgirl with a crush.

Hakari paused for a brief moment, that fire in his stomach a full blaze now. His fever hit him full pelt and the only way he could express those emotions was pinning you down and kissing you all over, feeling himself grin wryly at the sound of your happy laughs.

Hakari wrapped his arms beneath you, lifting you and then maneuvering himself so you sat in his lap. He ran his fingers up and down your spine gently," gonna be the death of me, doll."

"The feeling is mutual, doll." You cooed out against his ear.

"Such a lightweight." He snickered, pulling you into a loving embrace and nipping at your ear," love you."

"Mnn... love you the most."

[imliterallyf7ckin9crazy]

may i request a gi-hun x fem reader running into him after he wins the games? reader happens to be on the street they toss him onto (she’s prob getting a late night snack) she sees him and rushes to help him and invites him back to her place to wash up. maybe she could draw him a warm bath so she can wash the knots out of his hair, lends him some comfy clothes and makes him some tea uwu

(i was rewatching season 1 and i just want to tuck that man into a warm comfy bed after all the trauma)

tysm ^^ 🤍

FUCKING FIREEEEEEEEE

“𝔗𝔥𝔢 𝔴𝔦𝔫𝔫𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔞𝔨𝔢𝔰 𝔦𝔱 𝔞𝔩𝔩”

Gi-hun x f!reader

Warnings: established friend(?)ship, angst with comfort, gi-huh tells reader abt the games, f!reader, gi-hun is going through shit.

A/N: fire request. I also recently rewatched season one and my heart longs for fluffy hair gi-hun back. My shaylaa <\3 this is 4 u fine shyt.

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You never guessed this is where your life would have lead you. Alone in a shitty apartment. When you were younger you thought you’d be a doctor or teacher- a lawyer at least. Now you had little money and even fewer friends. The only friend you had really made was long missing. And oh did you miss him.

He was a very sweet man, he always came by the food vender with his daughter. You knew he was also poor, sometimes he wouldn’t have enough money to pay for their dinners. And you’d always cover the rest, telling him it was no huge deal. You could tell him and his daughter were thankful. He would come by without his child too sometimes. He would order something small and cheap… then chat with you the rest of the time. Telling you about all the money he won!!!… then the next day he’d tell you how he had just lost it all the same way he got it- gambling

Though it wasn’t your place, you’d tell him to relax on the gambling. He’d tell you he isn’t in too deep and can stop whenever. You hear it all the time from countless people who decide to share their life’s stories with you. But it didn’t make you see him any less, if anything it showed you why you SHOULD care. Why you should look out for those less fortunate because you never know who might need it.

After so many times of him coming in you guys shifted to a first name basis. You greet him with a smile and a “hello, gi-hun! Welcome back.” Or a “hey, it’s been a while since you’ve stopped by, gi-hun” he became a core part of your shift, you’d see him at least three times a week. And he always had some crazy story to tell you while you worked. You listened to him talk about life. His debt, his destructive habits, what happened to his family. You’d give him real advice and listen to him if he needed. Sometimes you’d even share parts of your fucked up life. How you got to where you were.

But it wasn’t always problems he came to you with

Every one in a while he would win big and come in to tell you about it. Leaving a heavy tip with a joyous smile “keep the change” he’d say as you laugh at him. You’d always get a good laugh in whenever he’s around. If not at his jokes then at his goofy situations he’d get himself in. Over all, you had felt you made a friend. You even got his number so you could reach out when needed

Only he’s been gone for a while. He stopped popping in to say hi and buy a snack, he stopped running by to tell you what he’s won and he stopped flying into your shop asking to be hidden in the back to hide from his loaners. He was just gone. And day by day you figured he either got caught up by the people he was running from or he some how moved far away. And it saddened you, you never realized how lonely you were till now. Up to this point you’ve had someone to occupy your thoughts and time, and now that it’s been gone you struggle to see how you made it without those stupid conversations over street food. And you had no clue where your gi-hun went.

You let out a very long and somber sigh, pulling yourself off your dingy discount couch and shuffle to your room before pulling on a sweater and some sweat pants. You checked yourself over once in the bathroom mirror before lazily walking out of your apartment, locking the door. You then descended down the elevator and onto the Main Street. You had a few extra dollars to spare and a rumbling stomach, so you decided to head down to your local convenience store to pick out some food.

The night air was chilly and the stars that hung in the sky were drowned out by the light pollution of the city lights. You clench your hands into fists and jam them into your pockets to protect them from the freezing cold. You picked up the pace and continued to walk, ignoring people and minding your own business the best you could. You turned down this one back street, dangerous at night but a much quicker way to your destination. That was until you were stopped dead in your tracks, mouth agape.

There he was, gi-hun! Your gi-hun!! Stood at the corner of two streets, looking very lost and confused. You could distinguish that messy hair from any distance. Your hunger was forgotten as quickly as it came, and you couldn’t stop yourself from calling out to him. “G-gi-hun?!” You yelled, waving your hands at him. His head snapped harshly in your direction, eyes filled with an emotion you couldn’t quite place. It seemed like he aged 20 years, he looked incredibly roughed up and exhausted. Seemed like he was barely upright, and he carried large bags with him.

It took a moment of him staring at you until it clicked. It looked like he had forgotten you for a second before it all came rushing back. You didn’t get a smile back though, and you dropped your waving hand. Your smile began to fade as you approached him, only he flinched away and took a small step back. “Gi-hun? It’s me, remember? I work down at that corner noodle stand?” You say, gesturing to the general area of your store. He nodded a bit before relaxing, looking around a bit.

“Hey, are you okay?” You ask, worry laced in your voice as you close more of the distance. He just looked at you as you inched closer and closer, this look of pain seemingly permanently etched into his face. He looked like he wanted to say a million things but couldn’t find the words. And most of all he looked like he had just crawled through the deepest pits of hell. “Do you need to sit, oh god. Come with me” you say as you lightly reach your hand out to him, beckoning him to follow. He looks at your hand distrustfully, skeptical for a reason unknown to you. “Cmon, I can help you.”

He closes his eyes and lets out a breath you didn’t know he was holding before turning to follow you silently. You were glad for that, you had no clue what the hell happened to him but it was clearly something. And he clearly needed help. Your snack venture was long forgotten as you lead him back to your place, trying to get any information out of him. You asked where he went, what happened, why he was gone for so long, how he got back… every time he tried to say he would tear up, and he’d choke the words back down. Telling you he can’t tell you yet, and even if he could he doesn’t know how.

And that was ok with you. You eventually got back, and you guided him to your couch. He analyzed basically your whole house, eyes scanning back and forth and back and forth, looking for danger. Like something could reach out from the walls and get him. You got him a glass of water which he thanked you for but didn’t drink, instead he just stared into the reflection in the water. Lost in thought. You tapped his shoulder, pulling him out of the reeling memories he can’t express.

“Hey, it’s ok. Look, do you want to take a shower or something? No offense but you look like you need one” you say, half trying to help and half trying to lighten the mood. It didn’t really work though, his lips barely twitched. He would have found that funny a few months ago. He did agree though.

The shower wasn’t long at all, maybe 10 ish minutes. You had set him up with some of the over sized things you have, including a hoodie he had bought you months ago after a winning particularly handsome prize. His gazed softened when he saw those laid out for him. He put the clothes on, happy to finally be in something clean, soft, and comfortable clothes. After taking a long, sad look at himself in the mirror he walks out to you waiting for him on the couch with a brush and some tea. “Come here” you call.

At this point in the night he’s so exhausted and shell shocked he was barely awake. The weight of whatever he experienced weighted down heavily on him and you could see it draining the life from him. He hadn’t even smiled yet, the thing you found you missed the most. He sits down next to you. You slide the cup of hot tea to him across the table with the brush in your other hand. He looks at it suspiciously before you reach your hand holding the brush up, flinching a bit before returning to normal. That’s when you noticed the slight bruising across his face.

“It’s ok if you can’t talk about it yet… I was just so worried about you” you start “I missed you coming to say hi at work” you added, chucking slightly as you moved to brush out his wet hair, careful to not rip it out. “I’m sorry” gi-hun says, voice wavering as tears prick his eyes. “I’m sorry”

Your eyes widen a bit as you rub his shoulder lightly “no no gi-hun, it’s ok. You did nothing wrong”

Though you were trying to comfort him your words of reassurance only fueled the tears to fall. You didn’t comment on them, instead you kept rubbing his shoulders, brushing his hair till it was dry, and listened to him softly cry. Cry over everything that happened, that he had to do, and that he has to do going forward. So much had happened and he’s the only one alive to tell the tale. The only one out of all those people to live. The only one…

Eventually, after much comforting, after many “shhh I know”s and “it’s ok I believe you”s gi-hun was finally able to sleep for the first time outside of the games. Games that no one knew of. But you told him that you believed every word of his story. And you did, saying you’d help him find who he was after, but only when he went to bed. That man slept in your arms, on your couch for HOURS. From the story he told you this was probably the first safe nights sleep in days, and you could tell he needed it.

And you needed him. And now he’s back. Talking about mysterious death games and a sales man with a briefcase, but back none the less. And you were grateful for that.

[mysterymachine67]

PAIRING: Dean Winchester x M!reader

SUMMARY: Having sex while in a Scooby Doo episode? That's crazy! / Fucking Dean while in a cartoon Scooby Doo.

NSFW. Minors DNI.

I've had this idea for a while, and finally went with it 😭.

This was unexpected, shocking, and a whole other mix of words. How the hell did you guys end up getting sucked into a cartoon? You thought it’d be a regular day after the hunt. Winding down, relaxing, and enjoying the rest of the day. No. Everybody reacted differently, no shit. Dean was having a blast, Sam was…annoyed and irritated, and you were still in disbelief even after an hour of being there. Yeah, it was kind of cool, not something you’d see every day, but it was also unsettling. Talking and interacting with animated people that you’d watch on television? Yeah no.

At the moment, everyone else was asleep. Leaving you and Dean being the only ones up in a separate room. He was currently talking your ear off with facts about the episode you guys were in, what’ll happen next, and all the things he knew about it. Including every single small detail. And you listened. You really didn’t have a choice. But finally, after about ten minutes Dean stopped talking. So you brought up how it was late, or so you thought it’d be, and that you both should go to sleep. Dean agreed—moving to start getting comfortable in bed along with you. Once settled, he put his arm around you and pressed his forehead into your back. Letting out a sigh before shutting his eyes.

About after a minute Dean started kissing your shoulder. He moved his body closer—pressing his clothed cock against your ass. “Dean, are you seriously trying to fuck while we’re in a cartoon?” You voiced, a hint of disbelief in your tone. But another part of you thought it wouldn’t be a bad idea.

“Hey! You said you’d stop saying that.” Dean nearly shouted. Clearly in disbelief that you said that ‘forbidden’ word.

“Sorry, sorry.”

After a few seconds, Dean started to push his hips into you again. A groan slipping from his lips. He moved his arm back to place his hand on your side. Getting a better grip to make it easier for him to grind himself against you. “Can’t keep it in your pants for at least a day, can you?” You teased. Hearing as he huffed.

“Can’t help it. Look at you.” Dean whispered. He moaned and whimpered into your ear with every move of his hips. But then you turned around to face him. Though the lighting was dark and you guys were in a fucking cartoon, you could tell Dean was flushed. And he still looked as pretty as ever. You moved to climb on top of him; straddling his waist. His hands automatically moving to your body. Although there was very clear sexual tension between you both, you couldn’t take him seriously with that gown on. Biting back a smile in hopes that he couldn’t see your face due to the darkness of the room. But it failed, and he saw.

“Don’t laugh. You’re ruining the moment,” Dean whined, but it wasn’t serious. “This is actually really comfortable. You should try it sometime.”

“I’ll take it into consideration.” You replied, knowing well enough that there was a fifty percent chance you weren’t gonna wear it. “But,” you pause. “Best part ‘bout this? It makes it easier to see you” You say as you push it up with your hands to reveal his body. Taking in the sight of the man below you. You wish you could see his actual body, not the animated version. But this will have to do. You leaned down, kissing up his chest before helping him take off the piece of clothing. Hearing as Dean let out gasps from the feel of your lips. You made your way to his neck. Kissing him but leaving a little mark by his collarbone. “Is this what you want? For me to fuck you while we’re in a TV show?” You murmured against his lips—eyes locking on each others.

“Seems fun, don’t it?” Dean replied, with a shit-eating grin displayed on his face. You scoffed, leaving back in to kiss him. Your hand trailed down till it got met with the waistband of his boxers. You tugged them down—lifting yourself so he could lift his hips to help get them off easier. Breaking away the kiss you looked down in between your bodies. His cock already leaking like a faucet as you wrapped your hand around it. Dean gasped from your touch, watching your hand on his cock moving up and down. It started slowly at first, until he started to buck his hips up impatiently and let out breathy whimpers. Hell, he even spread his legs, indicating what wanted. So you moved in between him. Telling him to keep them up but feet planted on the bed. Obviously in the process you let go of his cock. Which he complained.

There was no lube, considering this whole thing was not planned. So spit would have to do. You spit on your fingers, making sure it was enough till you pushed one into his hole. He couldn’t wait, already clenching and moaning. Rolling down his hips onto your finger.

“Be patient.” You voiced.

“Can’t,”

“Yes, you can. C’mon.”

“How can I? You’re— oh!” You curled your finger before adding a second. It shut him up for a moment till he realized that you indeed added another. “Fuck! Come on.”

“You either wait or you’re getting nothing. I’ll leave you here, in this room, by yourself, with a boner. Don’t think I won’t.” It was a threat. Yep. And he knew you were serious about it too. He was quiet the rest of the time, well, until your head pushed against his gaping hole. The stretch felt too good. Specially when you sped up your pace and constantly hit his sweet spot. Noises spilled from his mouth. Not even caring if he was to loud. All he cared about was that he was currently having the best sex of his life. You guys had limited time, but it was enough to fuck Dean stupid. The time, or night, in the animation seemed to go quicker than actual time.

You leaned down, lips pressing against Dean’s when you got close enough—swallowing his sounds. Your hands couldn’t find a spot to stay in, so they were constantly moving along his body. When you pulled away Dean got loud again, and with the sound of skin slapping you’re sure someone will probably hear. Surprisingly, the both of you got close pretty quickly. You helped Dean, though. Wrapping your hand around his cock again, and jerking him off till he was a whimpering mess and cumming all over himself. You kept going though. Even through his protests and jerks of his hips. He wanted more and you knew it. Knew him to well. But with one more quick shove of your hips you came inside of him. Just the feel of it made Dean whine and moan.

You huffed and panted, so did Dean. But with your hand still pumping his cock his were more breathy and filled in with quiet whines. His hips squirmed, jerked up then backed into the bed. He had no choice other than to take it. Well, he did but was he gonna stop you? Hell no. And with a few small ‘ah, ah, ah’s and soon a groan he came again. Once again cumming on himself. Even in a cartoon you can still make Dean Winchester into a mess.

Afterward it was quiet for a moment. Until one of you spoke up, and you got to cleaning up.

—

“Did you guys hear those sounds last night?” Daphne asked the group. In which everyone exchanged looks.

“Must’ve been a ghost!” Scooby howled.

Oh Scoob.

[totallynotshine]

Mad at Me - Joel Miller x Reader

You get on Joel's last nerve.

warnings: no ellie au, established partnership, unspecified age gap (reader is legal, Joel is in his 50s), brat taming, light choking, dubcon but both parties are enthusiastic, unprotected p in v sex (wrap before you tap folks), dirty talk, spit kink, praise kink, bondage, fingering, oral (f! receiving), rough sex, mean!Joel, dom!Joel, pussy pronouns, softdom!Joel, aftercare. Reader is unspecified but has afab anatomy and uses she/her pronouns. wc: 4.1K notes: first piece for the blog and i went a little crazy. i just want Joel to manhandle me. enjoy, you little freaks. 18+ UNDER THE CUT: MDNI

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You might just throw yourself into the next group of infected you come across. Or take your pistol, put it to your head, and blow your brains out. You‘re miserable; and Joel is making damn sure you stay that way.

Everything you’ve done has elicited a comment from the grouchy older man - you were being too loud, you weren’t sweeping the room properly, you were being careless; and, your personal favorite, ‘M’not yer fuckin’ babysitter. Quit bein’ a pain in my ass and take care of yourself.’ Actually, scratch the suicide plans. You’ll just shoot Joel instead.

You’ve settled for glaring daggers at the back of his head as you trudge along behind him, feet screaming for a break from walking. It’s been hours; Joel’s insisted you both keep going until sundown, despite your remark that ‘Wyoming isn’t going to grow legs and walk away if we stop’. He’d called you a smartass and you’d called him a dick, and now the silence is tense and suffocating. It’s been hours since you’ve said anything to each other that wasn’t something like ‘watch your step’.

“Quit draggin’ yer fuckin’ feet.”

You’re surprised you don’t crack a tooth with how hard you grit your teeth.

“I’m not dragging my fuckin’ feet. This-” You scuff and kick at the ground really hard a couple times, sending leaves and dirt flying. “-is dragging my feet.”

The look Joel gives you over his shoulder is venomous, but one you return with equal ire. His jaw tics as he sucks in a sharp breath through his nose, forearm flexing as his grip tightens on the strap of his backpack. He looks ready to take your head off. The feeling is mutual. You think, holding his gaze.

“Fuckin’ brat.” He grumbles, stalking ahead. “On my last fuckin’ nerve.”

“I’m not a ‘fuckin’ brat’.” You mock his deep southern drawl, temper flaring. “I’m tired and hungry and you’re being shit company.”

“Tough shit. I’m keeping you alive.”

“The only thing you’re keeping is my blood pressure up.”

“Good. Maybe you’ll have a heart attack and I’ll get some peace and quiet.”

“From my understanding, heart attacks are usually more of a concern for people your age.”

Joel stops so suddenly you nearly run into his broad back. He whirls around to face you and you can’t scramble back quick enough; he snags the front of your shirt, bunching it in one large hand to keep you rooted in place. Fear and adrenaline jolts through your body as the dark look on his face reminds you exactly who he is and what he’s capable of. After all - there’s a reason you picked him, of all people, to partner up with back in the QZ.

“I’m sick of yer lip.” He snarls, paying no mind to your nails digging into his wrist as you struggle to free yourself from his grip. “All day in my fuckin’ ear. We’re going till sundown. If you don’t got somethin’ constructive to say, keep yer damn mouth shut.”

The second his grip loosens you’re tearing yourself away from him, heart pounding and blood rushing in your ears. There’s a flash of something in his expression when you put distance between the two of you, but it’s gone when you blink. He just turns and keeps walking like nothing happened. You follow, quietly, still coming down from your brief moment of panic.

Yeah, you were probably gonna kill him.

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Sundown brings relief from the walking, but not from the tense atmosphere between you and Joel. Shelter for the night comes in the form of a shack in the woods; Joel makes a comment about how it was probably a hunting cabin in the past, but you ignore him. You’ve been giving him the silent treatment for the last few hours, your fear having dissipated back into anger and annoyance and another feeling you’re too stubborn to name.

“It’s a piece of shit, but it’ll do for the night.” He says, giving the interior a once over. “Find somethin’ to block that door while I get the fire started.”

You don’t answer. You can feel his eyes on you from the fireplace as you drag a dilapidated bookshelf in front of the door, his gaze burning into your back. Was this petty? Maybe. But he wanted so bad for you to be quiet - you’re just giving him what he asked for.

Another uncomfortable silence falls, Joel coaxing the growing flames to life as you set up shop in the corner, rolling out your sleeping bag and digging through your pack for your rations. Stale bread and beef jerky. A five star meal if you’ve ever had one (spoiler alert: you haven’t). You take off your holster, plant your ass on the sleeping bag and finally stretch out your tired legs. God, it feels so good to be off your feet. You’re not moving until morning; Joel can kiss your ass.

“No, I don’t need any help. Thanks fer askin’.”

Jesus Christ. You can’t catch a fucking break, can you? No, you can’t - not with Joel Miller skulking around. God forbid he catches even a whiff of rest and relaxation.

“You’re a grown man.” You snap, unable to help yourself. “Can’t handle building a little fire by yourself? Need me to babysit you? Give me a fucking break, Joel.”

“Here we go again with that smart ass mouth.” He growls, slamming his bag down on the ground. The force of it makes your heart skip a beat. “Always got somethin’ to say when ya need to be pullin’ yer own weight around here. I can’t do everythin’ fer ya, brat.”

“I don’t want you to do things for me.” Your rations sit in the wrapper on your bedroll, forgotten. “I pull my weight just fine. I can take care of myself; I don’t need you, Joel.”

“What you need is a fuckin’ attitude adjustment.” You really want to know what crawled up his ass and died today. “And some goddamn gratitude.”

You don’t have the energy for this anymore. You’re not sure what the fuck his problem’s been for the last few days, but you’re sick of it. “Whatever.”

His eyebrows shoot up towards his unruly salt and pepper curls. “Whatever?”

“Yeah, whatever.” There’s a little voice in your head telling you to stop talking, but you really can’t help but poke the bear. It causes a sick sense of satisfaction and excitement to curl in your gut as you watch the shock, annoyance, and frustration play out on his usually stoic face. “Whatever as in I don’t care, I’m tired, and you’re being a real dick.”

“Yer bein’ awful rude, darlin’.” Darlin’? Where the hell did that come from? And why do you kinda like it? “You better watch that goddamn mouth.”

“Yeah? How about you fuckin’ make me.” It’s out of your mouth before you can stop it. “You ain’t my daddy. I don’t have to listen to you.”

The silence that follows your statement is so still - so charged - that you can’t hear anything but your heart pounding in your ears. Joel’s brown eyes are dark and locked onto you; there’s an unreadable expression on his face, his breathing heavy with something more than just frustration. Something that has your insides twisting and heat pooling low in your gut.

“You wanna try again?” His voice is a low, deceptively calm rumble. It feels like he’s giving you an out; a chance to back out of this, whatever this is. Too bad for him your horny cavewoman brain has the reins now, and she’s more concerned with the way it looks like the fabric of his jeans is starting to tent.

“Nope.” You pop the ‘p’, crossing your arms over your chest and watching as his eyes follow the movement. They stay glued to your chest for a moment as he swallows. You nearly jump when they snap back to yours, but you manage to keep the defiant scowl on your face. He crosses the room, his footsteps heavy on the old wooden floor and you suddenly feel very small when he comes to a stop in front of your sitting form. He’s towering over you now, his eyes darkened with the unmistakable shadow of lust. He crosses those strong arms over his broad chest and it takes everything in you not to glance at the way his biceps strain in that damn flannel.

“Get up.” The words come out as a growl, a warning. A tone that suggests it’s in your best interest to comply. But where’s the fun in that?

“Kiss my ass.” 

Before you can blink, he’s snatching you up by one of your arms like you weigh nothing, his grip like a vice even as you struggle and squirm. The ease with which he moves you as he wants shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does, and yet you can feel the dampness in your underwear already. “Get the fuck off me, Joel.”

“Oh no, sweetheart. You wanna act like a fuckin’ brat, yer gonna get treated like a fuckin’ brat.”

Oh. The way he’s talking to you while effortlessly dragging you over to his sleeping bag should not be making you as horny as it is. You should be furious. Smack him for talking to you like that. Instead, you’re fanning the flames. “Maybe if you weren’t such an uptight asshole I wouldn’t feel the need to act like a fucking brat.”

You make sure to really enunciate the last couple of words as he brings you both to a halt in front of his sleeping bag. Joel glowers down at you and you glare right back - the tension of the day is boiling over, morphing into a desire so smoldering it nearly has you sweating just standing there. You open your mouth to goad him further, but he doesn’t give you the chance - a second later his lips are crashing into yours. There’s nothing romantic about it - it’s a frustrated, sloppy mess of tongues and teeth as he crushes you against him.

His hands are rough as they roam your body, greedily feeling as much of you as he can. It doesn’t take long for your shirt to be yanked up and off; your bra joins it a second later. Your own hands have taken to roaming the expanse of his chest, but the second you hook your fingers in the collar of his flannel, intending to rip the buttons open down the middle, one of his big hands slides to your throat and puts just enough pressure to give you pause.

“Don’t.” He warns, pulling away just enough for you to see his eyes. His pupils are blown wide, that scowl still in place. “Hands off and get on the fuckin’ ground.”

The smile that splits your face is equally humorous and defiant. You’re not sure where this confidence is coming from, but he’s hard as a rock in his jeans and you kinda like the way he’s snapping at you. “What if I don’t want to?”

Your answer comes in the form of Joel grabbing you and quite literally tossing you down onto his sleeping bag. You’re not particularly proud of the noise that leaves your mouth when he does, but you don’t have time to think about that when he’s falling to his knees onto the bedroll right after you. You try to prop up on your elbows but he’s already got your biceps in his hands, unceremoniously rolling you onto your stomach and bracketing your body with his thighs.

“Quit fuckin’ squirmin’.” He snarls, using his weight to keep you in place. You hear the clink of his belt buckle as he works it loose. “You were askin’ for this, darlin’. Gratin’ on my goddamn nerves all day.”

“Fuck you.” You spit back, face hot and stomach full of butterflies. You continue to try and buck him off you, though your attempts are half hearted at best. “Eat shit and die, Miller.”

The dark chuckle that rumbles his chest sends a shiver down your spine. Your hands are suddenly snatched up, arms folded behind your back. Your pulse jumps when you feel him cinch his belt around your wrists; and just like that, you can’t use your hands.

“Oh, I’ll fix your fuckin’ wagon.” He rumbles, one hand pressed between your shoulder blades to keep you down as the other slips beneath you to pop the button on your jeans. “Just you wait, sweetheart.”

“Joel, what the fuck does that even mean?” He’s not listening to you, too preoccupied with yanking both your jeans and your underwear down to your knees. The amused huff that leaves him tells you he’s seen how embarrassingly wet your panties are.

“Told ya.” He purrs, leaning over you just to talk in your ear. “You been askin’ for it. You might think ya can lie to me darlin’, but she can’t.”

He sits back up; one of his knees pops when he situates himself, and you have half a mind to comment on it.

The smack he delivers to the skin of your ass chases that thought from your mind immediately.

“Joel!” You can’t believe this shit; he’s fucking spanking you? Seriously? The sting of another smack jolts you from your disbelief. “What the fuck-“

“Zip it.” Another hard smack. Your skin is red and stinging. “Had enough of your fuckin’ mouth today. Enough, y’hear?”

“Too fucking bad.” You just can’t stop. “I’ve had enough of you being a fuckin’-“ smack! “-bossy piece of shit!”

He grabs your hips and forces you to prop yourself up on your knees, ass up and back arched; your cheek is digging into his sleeping bag as you wriggle and cuss, unable to slip your wrists from the makeshift restraint. One of his hands moves from your hip to dip between your thighs, and your breath hitches when he drags his fingers through the wet mess your pussy’s become.

“Fuck.” He hisses, taking the liberty of spreading your arousal around, his thick fingers making a couple teasing swipes at your clit. “M’gonna set that attitude straight, pretty girl. Gonna make it all better. Don’t you worry.”

Do the words coming out of his mouth make you clench around nothing? Yes, but you’re a stubborn bitch. You’ve come this far, you can’t give up yet. So, despite the way his fingers are teasing your entrance, despite the desperate burn of want gripping you, you find the strength to mouth off again.

“Yeah, we’ll see.” You’re proud of yourself for keeping your voice steady, even as he slides two fingers inside you. You can’t quite hide the hitch in your breath at the stretch; his fingers are much bigger than yours, and he’s hitting places you never have while jerking off on your own.

“So damn mouthy.” He pumps his fingers in and out rather harshly, and you grit your teeth to fight the noises threatening to tumble from your lips. “You’re gonna eat those words, babygirl.”

He pulls his fingers away and you nearly whine; you were just starting to get into it. Then you hear him suck them clean with a low groan and you wish you could look past your fucking shoulder to see his face. His hands land on your sore ass and make you jump, face burning as he slides them down so he can spread apart your pussy with his thumbs.

“Christ. What a fuckin’ sight, darlin’. Prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen.” Then that motherfucker spits right onto your cunt, taking the longest second of your life to watch it mix with the mess he made before. “She’s cryin’ for me, sweetheart.”

“You’re fucking gross.” Even as the words leave your mouth you know your body is betraying you, so eager for his attention it’s nearly embarrassing.

“Maybe.” You can hear the grin in his voice without even seeing his face. He shifts behind you, lowering himself. “But ya love it, dontcha baby?”

You don’t get the chance to answer before he’s pressing his face between your thighs, licking a long stripe through your folds that has you gasping for air. The first little noise leaves your lips as his tongue gets to work. You can feel him smiling against you. Then he’s focused on eating you out like it’s an olympic sport and he’s out for gold. It’s sloppy, it’s desperate, and it’s hot.

“Oh my god, Joel.” His hands are digging into the meat of your thighs to keep you still as you try to push back against his face, his beard burning your skin in a delicious way.. “N-No, I don’t love it, I don’t-“

You’re a fucking liar, if the obscene sounds coming from between your legs say anything. You know it, he knows it, and he’s reveling in it. His tongue circles your clit and you feel that familiar coil in your gut, that tension indicative of your impending orgasm; but right before you can crest that ridge he’s pulling off you.

“Asshole!” You can’t be bothered to care if you sound whiny, too devastated over being left on the cusp of release. “You’re…you’re a fucking dick!”

Smack!

That slap on your ass nearly does you in, and the way he’s soothing the stinging skin with his palm certainly isn’t helping.

“Brats don’t get to come.” He barks, his voice a harsh contrast to the gentle rubbing of his hand. “You lay here and take what I give ya. Yer lucky yer gettin’ any at all.”

If you could flip him off, you would. He moves away from you and you can hear him unbuttoning his shirt. You’re frustrated you didn’t finish, mad you can’t see him, and even more mad that he’s winning whatever little pissing match you’ve gotten yourself into.

“Fucking prick.” Your mouth just keeps running, and you try your best to look at him over your shoulder as you hurl insults at him. “Piece of shit. You been nothing but a dick all day, should’ve known you’d be just as bad in bed-“

Your rambling tapers off into a rough hiss when he suddenly notches the head of his cock inside of you, one hand on your hip to keep you still. You can tell just from the tip that he’s fucking huge. He starts fucking himself into you a couple inches at a time, the constant pulling back and pressing in drawing a new noise from you with each motion. The stretch burns at first, but it gradually melts into a pleasant pressure; and suddenly, you can’t find the words you were so eager to spit at him.

“What was that?” He grunts, his hand squeezing your hip hard as he fights to keep his pace slow. “Couldn’t quite hear ya down there. Hearin’ ain’t what it used ta be, sweetheart, you’ll have to speak up.”

You can’t form words. Your brain is pleasantly empty, senses overwhelmed by the drag of his thick cock against your innermost walls. You let out a quiet moan when he finally bottoms out.

“What happened, babygirl?” He taunts, pulling back only to snap his hips against yours, thrusting back into you roughly. You let out a louder cry; he’s hitting so deep, and you’re already a mess because of him denying you an orgasm. “Where’d that smart mouth go, huh? Ya had so much t’say earlier today.”

His pace is rough and harsh and you can do nothing but lay there and take it; your knees are hurting, your ass stings, his sleeping bag is chafing your nipples, and your face is going numb from being pressed against the floor, but goddamn does he feel good. Your vocabulary has been reduced to moans and whimpers as he rails you into the sleeping bag and runs his filthy mouth.

“Coulda made this easy, darlin’.” He’s gritting his teeth, his words caught in a groan. “Woulda been nice to ya if ya just fuckin’ listened. But ya had to be a god. damn. brat. Fuck, baby, yer squeezing me tight.”

You want to hold out for the sake of your pride, but the need to come overrides it. Your cunt is aching and drooling all over him, your clit neglected and throbbing with your heartbeat. You finally break.

“I’m sorry.” You practically sob, tears pricking your eyes. “I’m sorry Joel, I’m sorry, I’m sorry-“

He shushes you, mercifully slowing his overwhelming pace and smoothing a hand around your waist to your poor, neglected clit. “I know ya are, honey, I know. Not so fun anymore, is it? Told ya, all ya needed was a little adjustment.”

He presses his fingers against that bundle of nerves and you jolt; the pressure is both too much and not enough. He uses his other hand to keep you from pressing against him and chasing your release. You let out a frustrated groan and the bastard huffs out a laugh.

“What’d I say? Brats don’t get to come. Ya done being a brat?” You nod quickly and eagerly. “Ya gonna be good for me now, darlin’? Got it all outta yer system?” Another quick nod from you. “Good girl.”

Joel pulls his fingers away and you nearly cry until you feel him loosening the belt holding your wrists behind your back. He frees your hands and pulls out of you completely, turning you over on your back. Now you can see him, blinking up with teary eyes, and fuck - he’s shirtless, sweat clinging to his tanned skin. Your eyes follow the trail of greying hair from his chest down to his soft stomach and finally his dick, which is so hard it looks painful. His eyes are wild but soft at the same time, the firelight catching the brown and turning it to liquid gold.

One of his hands cups your face and he wipes your tears away with his thumb, his voice dropping to a low croon as he guides himself back inside of you. You can’t stop the whimper that catches in your throat at the feeling.

“I know, sweet thing, I know.” He helps you wrap your legs around his waist, then leans down and braces his forearms on either side of your head. His lips ghost over yours as he starts to rock into you again. “S’lot, baby, but you can take it. I know you can. Thaaat’s it, there she is. Good girl.”

Joel’s thumb finds your clit and your back arches, legs locking around his hips as he fucks you a little harder. “Joel..!”

“Shhhh, I know.” His cheek is pressed to yours, his voice husky in your ear. “Poor pussy’s taken a beatin’, huh? I know I was rough with her earlier. M’sorry, pretty girl.”

His words are going straight to your throbbing cunt; your nails dig into his shoulders as he grinds his cock into you, so deep you can feel him against your cervix. You’re moving your hips with him, so, so close, but your release stays frustratingly out of reach.

“Gonna come for me, babygirl?” He presses a kiss to your cheek before pulling back just enough to look at you. His eyes are lidded, curls sticking to his sweaty forehead. “Gonna make a mess on my cock? Can feel her squeezin’ me.”

“I-I can’t.” You sniffle, voice cracking with frustration. “Joel, i can’t-“

“Yes, you can.” His thumb draws tighter circles on your clit and he changes his thrusts to a firm, rolling grind that has your toes curling. “C’mon, darlin’. Ya been good; you deserve it. I gotcha, sweet thing, I gotcha. Just let go f’me.”

Finally, with a broken moan of his name, you come undone around him, clenching down on his dick like a vice as stars dance in your vision. He fucks you through it until you’re shaking with overstimulation; then he pulls out, cursing, fisting his cock until he’s spilling himself all over your stomach. The space is quiet other than the fire and your mingled, panting breaths.

“Feel better? Done bein’ a brat?” He grunts, a smile tugging at his lips. He reaches over to his pack, grabbing a cloth to wipe his spend off your stomach. You lay boneless against the sleeping bag, mind blissfully empty as he cleans you both up.

“Mhm.” You hum, a small smile stretching across your lips. He tosses the rag aside, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to your lips before his lips trail lower. You shudder when he takes his time to lave his tongue over each of your sore nipples in silent apology before kissing his way back to your lips. You tangle your fingers in his sweaty curls and hold him close, smirking against his mouth. “For now.”

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Jujutsu kaisen men turn-ons.

Check out JJk Men Turn-Offs.

Characters: Toji Fushiguro - Gojo Satoru - Geto Suguru - Nanami Kento - Ryomen Sukuna - Ino Takuma - Choso .

Warnings ⚠️🔞 : Smut / Mature content/ please do not interact if you're under 18 ❌ !!

Notice : Ino Takuma is 21

Music suggestions 🎵 : Lloyd - All I Need.

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Toji Fushiguro:

• When you randomly touch his chest.

• He likes the feeling of your fingers tracing his clothed or bare muscular chest.

• Your touch sends shivers down his spine.

• When he's in the mood he pulls your hand and runs it oh his skin.

• Your hands would massage his well defined ti- I mean chest.

• His eyes would be fixated on you the whole time , thinking of how he's gonna make you unable to walk for the next two weeks.

“I want you to touch me there princess”

Geto Suguru :

• When you pull his hair.

• He won't let anyone touch his beautiful, precious hair, but when it's you, oh god, each inch of him is yours.

• It's when both of you are kissing.

• You would pull his hair to escalate things.

• His head goes blank, his heart racing and his boner forming.

• He would moan into your mouth

“A-ah yes p-princess harder”

Gojo Satoru:

• When you act bossy and bratty.

• Oh damn how much he loves to put you in place.

• Likes to watch you being all confident and cocky, because he knows what's gonna happen next.

• He would take the challenge that you set.

• Just show him that side okay? , he loves it and it will guarantee a rough night.

“Gojo Satoru keep quiet or I'll smack you”

“ yes I dare you to do that babe, smack me”

• You would notice his instant bulge.

“Come on, you're hot when you're bossy”

• Proceeds to fuck the shit out of you.

Sukuna Ryomen:

• He's 24/7 horny so no need to do anything.

• But he gets super turned on when you act submissive and beg for something.

“Oh Come on Sukuna, please give me my phone”

“Beg”

“ah *sigh* pretty please? I beg you” you would say giving him puppy eyes.

“Fuck, the bed, NOW”

• He would fuck the shit out of you, till he's satisfied.

• Get ready for a long ass night.

Choso :

• When you sit on his lap.

• Would drive him carzy.

• The moment you made contact with his crotch >> Instant boner.

“ y/n what are you doing?”

“hm? nothing babes just sitting on your la-...why are you hard?”

• He would blush and panic.

“j-just stop moving okay?”

• Of course you wouldn't, it was your plan to turn him on from the beginning and it worked.

• You would move your hips a lot, shifting your position.

• He goes crazy from the intense friction.

“Fuck it” he would say and make you face him still on his lap.

“Now ride me”

Nanami Kento:

• When you massage his neck and shoulders.

• This man is a hard worker so you try to ease his tension by giving him an ' innocent ' neck massage'.

• You know it turns him on, so you do it on purpose.

• You would unbutton his shirt ' for better access' , place him between your legs and start your magic.

• You would start with his neck, slowly moving to his broad shoulders leaving butterfly kisses all over the exposed area.

• He would groan in relief and pleasure.

• Your hands would swim further on his well defined back.

• When he's overstimulated he would turn you on the bed and position himself behind you.

“You started this, Love”

Ino Takuma:

• When you wear his clothes.

• He's pretty stylish and you really like his clothes especially his sweatshirts.

• You would wear his sweatshirt only, long enough to cover your private area.

• As much as he admires you and compliments you, the moment you bend over to get something he wouldn't hesitate to tear the sweatshirt off of you.

• Leaving you with absolutely nothing.

• All for himself.

“ you look pretty in that sweatshirt but time to take it off”

[roturo]

ˏˋ°•*⁀➷ CHASING THAT FEELING

ੈ♡₊˚•. 'TILL YOU'RE MADE OF ME! gojo satoru & geto suguru (separated) ⊹˚. ♡

tags: breeding and breeding!, possesive behavior, unprotected sex, god complex, cult leader!geto suguru, crazy in love!gojo satoru, mentions of killing, mating press, overstimulation, dumbfication, tummy buldge, use of nicknames (doll, princess, love, baby, queen, house-wife), fluff if you squint your eyes to the point you can barely see. rbs & comments are appreciated! may gotten too lost writing for geto lol.

gojo satoru

this man won’t let you chase the feeling and would give it to you in a plate made for gold. It would become too much for your own good– most of the time it happened once he came back from a long and exhausting mission he needed to take care of. he was never really in a bad mood, but this mission specifically made his eyes twitch and even raise his voice at Yuuji once he came back. 

“Can you believe those fuckers made me do that?” his voice was low, sounding almost like a demand to you, “I… I could easily snap my fingers and disappear the higher ups if I wanted to. What stops me’ I’m literally a god to them” a specific hard thrust made your eyes roll, already fucked dumb with how he was using your body, like if you were just a fuck toy made for him.

“Wouldn’t that be a better idea mhm?” a small whine came out of him when his already sensitive cock was feeling that familiar sensation that made the both of you see stars, “kill them and just stay all day fuckin’ this pussy? my pussy.” his hands gripped your hips in even a more possessive way like if you’re going to escape from him any moment. “what d’ya think so doll? make you a mommy with how much cum i would dump in you, fill you up, be my little house-wife hm?”

in less than a second he had your legs up, almost breaking you in half– his thrusts becoming erratic and somehow faster than before. you could sense your night lamp blinking and some furniture shaking– gojo couldn’t take it anymore, he was so pent up this whole week he kept imagining infinite ways to fuck you and make you pregnant so he could no longer be away from you.

“Mhmgh- this fuckin’... fuck.” with that last thrust you forgot how many times you had come in the night, thinking you really just passed out because of the overpleasure, you felt gojo’s body suddenly fall into you– heavy breathing coming out of him, “are you okay baby? this was… shit.  ‘m sorry-  guess i missed you a little too much.”

geto suguru

he even got weirded up with himself after feeling something other than hate towards humans. but the way his heart softened each time he was you talking with mimiko and nanako made him feel that homely feeling again– he wouldn’t trust someone else to take care of them, fuck, he doesn’t even let manami  go inside his room but the he has you there inside taking not only care of those two small cute monsters but of him too.

“Ah… Shit- why i didn’t do this sooner?” there was a small bump adorning your tummy with how much cum there was inside you, each time expanding a lil more when geto’s cock filled you up again and again. “Fuckkkkk, should this be it? Make you mine? Fill you up and get you knocked up huh?” he thrusted inside you hard making you roll your eyes and fill your eyes with tears.

“I bet you would love that- All those stupid monkeys would be jealous, you’d be their queen, my queen– c’mon, tell me how much you want this baby.” his movements became slower, giving you some time to breathe and answer his question. face getting closer to yours he licked away the pleasure tears you’ve been displaying to him, “please ‘sugu- please make me yours- show those monkeys they have no chance with you, just… me” geto left a long groan at that, giving you no time to react and coming in once “atta’ girl,” that smirk appearing on his face, “i will keep fucking this pussy day and night until you’re made of me princess– ffuuckk-” you smiled at his words, cupping his face– eyes full of admiration towards to him even in this giddy state.

“fuck me until i belong to you my saviour” you whispered into his lips, before you could kiss him he answered, “I already do my love” he smiled and then kissed your lips– not in a hungry way, but in a way he could express what he couldn’t with words.

one of his hands crawled down until it met your nub of nerves, opening you eyes again to see his- “i can’t ‘sugu, s’much” -the pleasure was overwhelming, he was making sure you come dry, with no mercy he started rubbing that specific spot, making you arch your back, your pelvis touching his in the process. “the last one baby, i promise… i… i just have to make sure”

“please baby… make me a dad, make me yours, and i promise i will even kill all the remaining monkeys in this world for you to be mine too.” you chuckled at his sentence, giving a small peck on his lips “aw ‘sugu, you know that’s your purpose even before meeting me, the day i was born, i was made for you– i belonged to you.” “fuck baby, don’t say that, i’m only a god to those defenceless monkeys, you have all control over me.”

[unholybacon355]

Kinktober Day 10 - Kim Jennie x M! Reader

Kinktober Masterlist

A/N: I know I said that day 10 would be Twice G!P, but shit happens and I wanted to post Jennie today in honor to her new release.

You hate summer, that isn’t a secret to anyone. But you have to admit that some good things come with the hellish heat that has been hitting the city these days. The air conditioner on your small apartment is broken and makes the place feel like a sauna, not even with all windows completely open you can stand this demonic summer.

Under these conditions even an easy task like doing the laundry became a true challenge. At least the freaking tiny laundry room have a grid wall that allows air to flow from the exterior, making it more pleasant than the rest of the house. Still the heat was making you sweat a lot, or maybe it wasn't just the hot summer.

The room was tiny, yes. And almost didn't have space for two persons standing inside, but what about a person standing and another sitting on the washing machine? And both naked, that saves a lot of space. If you add to that that the persons are very close till the point that they can feel the heat on each other's skin, that saves even more space. Those two persons obviously were you and your girlfriend Jennie, who got distracted from the task of doing the laundry.

The bad idea here was to get naked to also put in the washing machine the clothes you were wearing, and were completely soaked in sweat. At the very moment you saw the svelte and very sexy naked body of Jennie, your shaft came to life and one thing led to another. Now she was sitting on the washing machine with you between her legs, and your dick inside her. 

Hot and salty sweat was covering both of you, even with the air that flowed between the wall, even when you were moving at the rhythm of the washing machine cycles. But instead of making it uncomfortable, that layer or sweat makes things naughtier and pleasant to you. In some way it was just another of your fluid mixing. Also that makes Jennie’s body more slippery to your touch, making it easier for you to run your hands over her skiing. Touching here and there, squeezing her boobs, or caressing the back of her neck. Your hands fly over her skin thangs to the sweat.

Her legs were crossed behind your butt, trapping you there, preventing you from sliding your shaft out of her. But that idea wasn't even close to your mind, all you can think now is keep stuffing your meat inside jennie’s wet and warm pussy. The only heat you love, the only heat that makes your heart run like an engine fueling the muscles of your body to pleasure Jennie.

Your flat tongue ran from between her perky breast to the sweet spot of her neck, collecting all the salty sweat you can. You're cleaning your girlfriend while fucking her and making her sweat even more. Jennie is a mess and you don’t know what is more wet. If her skin with all the sweat, or her pussy with her own slick and your precum. 

You wanna clean her back. Run your tongue over her shoulder blades, over her low back and between the crack of her ass. Your mouth turns into a cascade of saliva when you imagine the taste and smell of her sweaty asshole have right now. But on this position you can’t put your tongue there, all you can do is keep senseless fucking her and licking her neck and breast. 

The old washing machine protests under Jennie’s weight and the force of your trust. The artifact began with an erratic movement when start to shoot the water in the pipe in order to rinse the clothes it had inside. Jennie feels that movement to her core and her center flood with more of her own juices. She’s moaning like crazy and you're groaning as well, probably making more noise than you should. But a noise complaint is totally worth it when you are having this dirty sex. When you’re able to lick Jennie’s sweat from her boobs or her armpist while fucking her like an animal. 

You put a finger between her buttocks, playing with her soaked rear entrance at the time you kiss her on the mouth. There is this salty and wonderful taste mixed with your saliva that drives both of you crazy, making this more naughty and pleasant. She’s a freak, your freak, and she loves how you even worship something so dirty like her sweat. But how could you not when everything about Kim Jennie is so perfect, even the salty smelly fluid that is emanating through her pores.

The sweat also acts like a lubricant making your finger very slippery and allowing you to insert it on her asshole. Now you’re fucking Jennie’s both entrances, and the way she’s moaning and how her hands are practically crawling on your back tells you she is enjoying it. She’s even drooling over your shoulder, surrendering herself to the absolute pleasure of being fucked on this naughty way.

You put another finger on her ass while your hips are smacking her’s, and the washing machine began the dance og it last cycle. It is like an earthquake, or a big freaking vibrator that makes Jennie collapse. Between your shaft deeply buried inside her pussy, your fingers playing with her asshole, the movement of the machine, and your tongue licking her body she can´t take it anymore. 

Her pussy exploded covering both of you not only on sweat, but also on Jennie’s slick. She crye out of pure pleasure while her pussy sprinkle you with another of her fluids.

Maybe after all summer isn't that bad, because it is the only season when you can enjoy this kind of twister form of sex.  Maybe after all summer isn’t that bad. 

[iheartmapi]

Get Gone (pt.2 to “Teddy Bear”)

Alexia Putellas x Reader

Summary: Alexia had crossed another line, and you couldn’t let it be like this anymore.

Angst, no comfort ig

TW: none

Word count: 1,185

Your eyes flickered around the restaurant you were patiently waiting in for the past 30 minutes.

The situation is easy to guess, you were waiting for Alexia, since she herself proposed a date today to you a week ago. Yet she wasn’t showing up. Sweat painted your hands, you wanted to finally catch a glimpse of her blonde hair somewhere in the crowd of waiters and other clients, you tried texting her, perhaps she got stuck in traffic or something else happened to her?

You hoped it was only something of innocent nature…Alexia wouldn’t stand you up after all, right?

More time passed and passed, but to no avail Alexia hadn’t appeared in the restaurant. Tears were begging to be let out of your eyes, it was hard keeping yourself in check and not crying a river right there in public but you at least managed to get back to your car before breaking down in tears.

You went back home, your sadness slowly morphed into anger towards Alexis, lately you’ve been wondering if this relationship even had any chance of salvation. She didn’t return till late in the evening. You were sitting in the living room, your arms crossed as you saw her drop her bag down on the floor. Not even a “sorry”, “hey” or “how are you was dropped, let alone one single look at you. You wanted to scream at her, make a mess of the apartment, claw at her skin pull your hair anything..but she’d just turn a blind eye to it anyway, it’s as if you were invisible, when you were around her she treated you like mist, she just didn’t care.

“Why?” You then spoke up, your cheeks got a reddish tint to them, as well as your eyes which were letting tears fall. You cried silently, just looking at her as she turned around to face you as if she had no clue what you meant by ‘why’

“What are you talking about?” Alexia’s brow furrowed, her gaze said it all, she was looking at you as if you were some mad woman that should be institutionalised for her over-sensitivity. “Why don’t you love me anymore?” You choked out the question you had wanted to ask her for the past few months.

“Y/n-“ Alexia begun with a tired voice, “No” you cut in “Don’t ‘Y/n’ me, you know it’s the truth” And she probably did, Alexia stood in place, her eyes diverted from yours.

“I wanted this to work, I really did, and we had our happy years didn’t we? But you changed Alexia, you don’t give a shit about me anymore.” Your voice broke here and there, a thousand words and sentences were running through your brain, so fast it made you feel like it was frying.

“I thought about this so many times, thought about all the things I wanted to say to you…but now I can’t, there’s so many of them I can’t keep up, you had done me so bad, so many times..so many times I forgave you quietly, but I can’t do it anymore”

“What the hell do you mean?” She barked at you, “So you’re gonna break up with me? Because of some dumb things I did? God you’re impossible-“ The blonde shook her head “Stop it! For fuck’s sake stop it! That’s why I’ve been holding back, cause you always do this, I’m always the bad guy whilst you’re a martyr.” Your hands clutched your head “And dumb things? You cal treating me as if I didn’t exist dumb things? You stood me up, and the best part is this wasn’t the first time” It was clear Alexia was trying to come up with some cheeky answer, one that’d shut you up, but to no avail.

“This is the end” you said now more quietly, “I’m leaving, don’t contact me again” with that you made your way to your now past shared bedroom. Another minute spent in this goddamn place was going to drive you mad, so swiftly you grabbed your clothes and other belongings, not caring to fold them, just to get them into your bags. Alexia soon stormed in after you. “This is fucking crazy!” She yelled, “You can’t do this to me!” Her arms were swaying around, she was mad, furious even.

“You did much worse to me” you muttered “You don’t deserve to be mad at me Alexia”

As you grabbed your now packed bags you looked at her for the last time together, “Goodbye” and that was it, the end.

A few weeks had passed now, you bought yourself a flat since you sold your old one before moving in with Alexia. You recall breathing the fresh air, the wind blowing through your hair when you left Alexia, the world around you felt different, alone and freeing. Later a part of you was screaming at you that you chose the wrong option, but you couldn’t get back with Alexia, not after everything.

Years of a good relationship, and then years of a ruin that was your ‘love’. There was no denying that a small percentage of you, still loved her, but you couldn’t be with her if all you were going to get was a one-sided romance.

Alexia messaged you, one message that read ‘meet me at the pier, you know which one. 7pm, I’ll be there.”

You sighed internally, you were gonna give her one last chance to speak to you, whatever it is she wanted, all you knew was that there was no getting back ever again.

It was dark already, the sky turning into a deep navy blue transcending into black. As you walked down the wooden pier, some happy moments from your time together came flooding back. You knew this had to be the pier she wanted to see you at, and as you walked further down you could make out a woman’s figure in the distance, as you got closer you quickly recognised it was indeed Alexia.

She was leaning against the pier’s fence, looking into the deep blue sea, you stood next to her, glancing into the water as well

“What is it that you wanted to talk about?” You then asked, not looking back at her, and you could feel that she wasn’t observing you either. “Can’t we make this right?” She said after a minute “Alexia…” you sighed, “I told you”

“I can change, Y/n” she was still pleading for you to change your mind. “I’m sorry, but I just can’t believe you, we’re done, and that’s it. If we get back together either you or me are still gonna get hurt” You knew well that it was definitely you who was going to get hurt…but you weren’t here to talk about it, all you had wanted was to deliver the message clearly.

“Y/n..” she mumbled, “I’m sorry Alexia” you simply stated, “Have a good night.” You pushed yourself off the fence, walking off, towards the parking lot to your car. As you walked, you hadn’t looked back at Alexia.

You were better off not being together.