#I NEED HIM TO BITE DOWN ON MY DICK WITH HIS FUCKED UP LITTLE BUG TEETH NEED HIM TO LEAVE BITE MARKS ON MY THIGHS haha okay im better now :]

[that-darn-clown]

Litchrelly one of my favorite things about francoeur is his fucked up little teeth.... ... .

[obsessedwithhotmen]

✿⁎⋆ PAUL ⇢ *-ALL MINE-* ⇠ LAHOTE ⋆⁎✿

⇾ (Twilight) Paul Lahote x fem!reader

⇾ Summary: you had a few too many drinks at the bonfire.

⇾ Warnings: smut, drunk sex, raw doggin it, light spanking and hair pulling, dirty talk.

It started off with having no drinks, if Paul couldn’t get drunk due to his wolfie ways, than there was no point in you having drinks either, after all you didn’t want to have fun without him. Then slowly, after a lot of convincing from the girls, you had your first drink of the night - and then your second - and then your third. As the night went on, you started to lose count of the drinks you had consumed, all you knew was that Paul looked way too good while he was sat joking around with Embry, Jacob and Quil. He had come to the bonfire in a button up shirt -something extremely out of character for him - and his hair was slightly tousled from the rough housing between the guys. You couldn’t take your eye off him.

After some encouragement from Kim, you had went up to your lover and bugged him until he had enough and dragged you into the house and away from everyone else.

That was how you found yourself bent over the bathroom counter, hands trying to grip onto any surface possible, your hips being relentlessly thrusted into the solid surface as Paul pounded in you from behind. Shameless moans escaped your lips as Paul pressed harder against your back, forcing you further onto the counter, your breasts coming into contact with the icy cold surface. “Fuck-” Paul hissed, he stilled inside you, bending over your body so he could mumble in your ear. “Should’ve heard what they were thinking ‘bout you.” He started. “Wanted to beat the shit out of them.” He thrusted hard once, stilling once again. “But then I thought how much better it would be if I fucked you close enough so they could hear you.” He felt as you clenched around his length, thighs quivering at the thought of the other pack member listening in on you and Paul. “Yeah… you like that? Want them to hear your desperate little whining.” You frantically nodded your head, unable to give a response as a shockwave of pleasure filled your body when you felt his fingers meet your clit.

Paul let out a growl as he heard some of the guys groaning and telling him to quiet down, only stirring him up to do more.

He pulled away from your body, his chest no longer pressed up against your back, as he continued his relentless thrusting. “Paul!” You cried out, his fingers picking up pace the more he fucked into your tight hole. One hand moved down in order to grip onto Paul’s forearm, nails digging into his flesh as you attempted to pull his hand away from your sensitive bud, only enforcing him to continue.

“That’s right.. say my name.” He growled, his voice deep and intimidating, giving you a light pinch that earned a yelp from your quivering lips.

Your head lifted up from the bench and your eyes met his in the mirror in front of the both of you. “Say-” thrust “my-” thrust “fucking-” thrust “name!”

You were certain your hips would be more than bruised by tomorrow morning, but that didn’t stop you from biting your lip and back arching from the overwhelming pleasure. “Fuck Paul!” You slurred, eyes struggling to stay open and grasp his reaction.

His brows were furrowed and his jaw was clenched s he pulled out of your seeping hole, reaching a hand down to rub his tip against your clit and nudge your tight entrance. A smirk showed on his face as he watched you attempt to push back against him to fit his entire length into your already red and bruised cunt. His other hand moved up to your hair, gripping a makeshift pony tail and pulling you back so you were stood up and pressed up against him. “I can’t hear you.” He whispered tauntingly in your ear causing you to shiver at his tone of voice.

“Please, Paul! Need you so bad.” You whined, rubbing your ass against his rock hard dick. “Want you in me.” Your eyes began to water the more you grew desperate, wanting nothing more than for Paul to man handle you with all his wolf strength.

The man behind you was staring down at your ass, watching the way it moved against his pulsing dick. He let out a groan, “want, or need?”

Immediately you began sputtering out words, “need, need you Paul. Please fuck me, need you so much.”

Relief filled your body as he removed himself from you, and once again his dick was at your entrance. “Love hearing my pretty girl beg.” He grunted before shoving his cock past your clenched walls, receiving a drawled out moan in response.

There was no time to be bashful about your moans when Paul’s cock was hitting further than ever, brushing past your sensitive walls and pounding into your dripping hole. It didn’t take much longer before you feel the familiar feeling in your stomach growing rapidly, your moans only growing in pitch and volume before your entire body began to convulse.

Even as he watched your orgasm hit, he didn’t slow down, continuing after your orgasm had finished and your body was twitching at the sensitivity, only opting to slow down as he reached his own climax.

He stilled inside you, pressing as close as he could to your body, allowing for his seed to fill deep in your begging hole, brain clouded due to lust and not thinking of the repercussions.

You could hear his heavy breathing over your own, added with quiet growling and grunts, had your body not been so sensitive after the prior orgasm than you would have happily pushed back against him to continue the moment.

‘Finished yet?’

𓆩ꨄ︎𓆪

[elllisaaa]

i’m staring at this and thinking how fun it would be to ride him till he can’t say a word anymore 😩

oooh yess this outfit on him is so pretty, i can't take it, he needs to calm down 😔

WOOYOUNG who's honestly a brat, no matter the time of the day or the place you're at. and if you usually love it, today he's even more annoying than normally. you've just been trying to tidy up your apartment and he's been bugging you all day. so when you finally have enough of his attitude, you think that it's time to shut him up a little.

you burst into the bedroom where wooyoung his seated on the bed, back against the headboard and looking at something on his phone. perfect. "you're finally going to give me some attention ?" you're not even softened by the cute pout on his lips, not saying a word and immediately going to tug down his sport shorts. an annoyingly attractive smirk takes over wooyoung's features as you get rid of your leggings and underwear too. "oh, you're eager baby ? so cute." the way he never stops is seriously getting on your nerves and you don't wait a second longer to straddle his naked thighs and sink down on his already half hard cock.

"shut the fuck up woo." - "make me" his proud grin is soon wiped off his lips when you start moving on top of him, one hand coming to tug on his hair harshly. a moan escapes him instead of the teasing words he wanted to say. wooyoung doesn't want to let control slip away from him so easily, but the way you're rolling your hips against his own is already sending him far away from reality. his eyes flutter shut for a moment, and he misses the mischievious glint in your eyes.

"you love to play baby but once you get a taste of my pussy you're so fucking pathetic." - "g-go to hell." wooyoung doesn't mean to sound so weak, but he's not even convincing with the way his hands desperately grip your waist, trying to entice you in moving faster. "you're eager baby ? so cute." you coo at him like he did to you earlier and wooyoung is ready to answer when you pull on his hair harder, eliciting another quiet whine from him. "fuck…" - "look at you woo, so pitiful when i take control." he wants to say no, but his body says yes by bucking his hips up into you, forcing you to bite your lips. however, his cocky expression doesn't last long as he soon feels your hand coming down to slap his face. "remember who says if you can cum." wooyoung's eyes widen at the threat, already pleading you with his gaze. "behave and maybe i'll let you."

and he really tries to stay still as you move up and down his dick, riding him as if you had been deprived of his cock for days. the feeling of your tight, wet, velvety walls squeezing him so good are sending him to another world, and seeing your lustful gaze as your hand releases his hair to go wrap around his throat is enough to bring him so close to his orgasm. you can feel it from how much he's throbbing inside of you, from how he cannot hold back his moans anymore, from his hazy eyes only focused on how you're dripping all over him. "p-please…" - "please what ? i need full sentences baby." - "i…" wooyoung tries, he really tries to talk but his mind doesn't even know how to put words together but he can't. so he relies on whimpering louder each time you're dropping back down on his cock.

"you're gonna cum inside, baby ? think you deserved it ?" wooyoung doesn't even have enough consciousness left to shake his head yes or no, and you smirk down at his contorted face - you fucked him dumb. he uselessly makes an attempt at stopping you, but he feels too numb and when you purposely clench around him, he paints your walls white. and for a moment, wooyoung thinks he sees heaven as you squeeze his throat tighter. when he finally comes down off his high, he's panting loudly and he looks at you as if you hung the stars in the sky. "you're a witch." wooyoung says in a whiny tone, still trying to catch his breath as you chuckle on top of him, your lips brushing against his when you lean down to answer. "maybe. i'm not done casting my spell on you though." and you start rolling your hips again and making him gasp loudly. "s-stop, i'm too sensitive, baby please…" - "you wanted to be a brat, now you take responsibility."

[sphylor]

I very nicely ask for some more written on the forcedmasc sensitive little dick stuff. (Only if you want to ofc <3)

Idk man that's just- gahhh phantom having the most sensitive little tdick that just needs attention but is so sensitive, and just imaging Dews hot tongue slowly eating him out-

cw: forcemasc, dubcon, edging, bruising and biting. pussy cunt clit cock dick all used for Phantom's anatomy <3 (also i know i didnt write the eating out part but just imagine that i did bfhdhhf)

"you're seriously telling me no ones ever sucked your dick before?" Dew lifted his head to meet Phantom's eyes, which they rolled in response.

"i keep telling you. i dont have a dick... its just a-"

"-i dont know how anyone could've resisted themselves," Dew interrupted, not letting the quint finish what they were saying. "Its just so cute. practically begging to be blowed." he looked down at the little nub again and circled it with the tip of his claw. Phantom hissed and Dew smiled. "if you dont think its a dick then i guess I'll just have to show you that it is." he dipped down and the quint ghoul yelped at the sudden heat on his little cock.

They tried to pull away but Dew gripped their thigh so tight they knew it would bruise. something about the idea of that excited Phantom and so the struggled more, making Dew grip tighter and tighter until the fire ghoul pulled away to bite at the soft skin on the inside of their thigh.

"Keep still or you'll get nothing at all." Dew hissed but Phantom knew it was an empty threat. even so, they settled back into position and let Dew suckle on their clit.

Phantom knew now how hot the fire ghoul's mouth would feel around them but they still got a shock when it happened again. it was like being enveloped by the sun. Dew brushed the tips of his forked tongue over the sensitive nub every now and then, making Phantom mewl and whimper as the quint ghoul quickly began to fall apart. they were so sensitive these days that it didnt take long before they were a drooling, desperate mess.

and then Dew started bobbing on the short length. every single braincell dripped straight of their leaking cunt. there wasnt much to work with but Dew sure put on a show, hollowing his cheeks and moaning around their cock. the vibrations from the moaning almost sent them straight over the edge and just as they were about to cum Dew pulled off and sat back.

"w-wait, no! where are you going?"

"its okay, bug, im not going anywhere." Dew grinned, his chin covered with Phantom's slick. "i just this this hole of yours deserves attention too, especially seeing as it keeps winking up at me." Dew glamoured away his claws and ran the pad of his index finger around the opening of Phantom's cunt, which desperately clenched around nothing, seeking to be filled.

"oh satanas, fuck, Dew please eat out my pussy, oh fuck." Phantom begged as their hips began to rut up into the air.

the fire ghoul pulled his finger away. "i want to hear you ask for it properly."

"But- Dewwwww.-" Phantom whined and hid their flushed face in the crook of their elbow.

"fine then." Dew moved to stand and leave.

"pleeease eat out my hole..." Phantom whispered, shame coursing through whatever of their brain was left in that moment. but it disappeared when he saw Dew smile.

"now there's a good boy." Dew cooed down at them before dipping down once again to lap at the slick dripping from Phantom's cunt.

[slowlyhardgoatee]

Y’know, son, your dad and I go way back. 

Worked together from right around the time you were born, and you guys moved in down the street not long after. We’ve been drinking buddies ever since. I got him through it when your mother left, got him laid again, got him working again, got him off the alcohol. So, when he said he wanted some help with you, I didn’t hesitate. 

‘Bill’, he says to me a few weeks back, ‘Bill, I don’t know what to do. Johnny turns 18 in a week and I need your help.’ Turns out he’d spied you masturbating and was surprised because you were jacking off to daddy porn - with a pair of his undies stuffed in your mouth. 

‘Bill’, Mick says, ‘I need you to get Johnny out of the house. Have him go and stay with you for a couple weeks at least, please. If he turns eighteen under my roof, Bill,’ he says to me, ‘his birthday present’s gonna be a can of beer and then my beer can cock up his arse.’ 

So that’s why we arranged to have you stay here for a while. It was nothing to do with your dad having COVID or anything - he just didn’t want to have that temptation around. And, to be honest, I can see what he means. You’ve got a high, tight arse, son. And perfect dick-sucking lips. In fact, hell, I’ve been putting this off for a couple weeks at this point, but I think it’s time that bill was paid. Pass me my phone, son. I’m gonna film this next bit. See, I said to your dad, ‘Well, what do I get out of all this’, you know? And he said I could demand the use of your holes - both or either of them - at any point I chose after your eighteenth birthday, on the condition that I filmed it and sent it to him so he could jerk out a load over it. Son, it’s not been lost on me that you’ve been bugging your eyes out every time you’ve seen me without a shirt on or wearing a jock in the last couple weeks. That’s why I’ve been doing it. You’ve been biting your lip, desperate to suck me off, haven’t you, boy? Yeah. Well like I said, the bill comes due. 

Knees, faggot. Now. Good boy. 

Here’s what’s gonna happen, son. You’re gonna beg to suck my fat cock, and I mean you’re gonna sound fucking desperate. And you’re gonna call me Daddy while you’re begging. Then I’m gonna film you going to town on my dick, and after I’ve creamed, I’m gonna send the video to your dad.

So, you wanna suck Daddy’s big dick, son? Yeah? What was that, boy? ‘Please fuck my faggot mouth, Daddy’? Good boy. You know your place, don’t you, son? Yeah - on your knees begging for your Daddy’s dick. Go on then, boy. Get it in your mouth. All the way down, faggot. Slobber all over that meat. That’s the fucking stuff, boy, just like that. I want your nose buried in my fucking pubes, faggot. Go on, gag on that cock. Slut.

Fucking hell, Mick, I’ve gotta tell you, your son’s throat and mouth might be the sweetest I’ve ever had my cock in. It’s like I’m thrusting into silk. And he knows just how to deep throat a cock. Look up at the camera, boy. Yeah, let your dad see what a dirty cocksucking little faggot you are for big, hairy daddy bears. 

Good boy. You want your dad’s meat up your arse, don’t you, boy? There’ll be plenty of time for that, believe me. You ain’t going anywhere, faggot. For now, though, I need to shoot. Hands up on Daddy’s big hairy chest, boy. Run your fingers through that fucking rug. Good boy. You like that, don’t you, eh? Yeah. Maybe when I finally get around to raping your arse, I’ll let you bury your face in it while I cream up that cunt. 

In the meantime, boy, get tugging Daddy’s nipples. Harder. Harder, faggot. Fuck yeah. Feel my hands on the back of your head there, son? That’s the signal I’m taking full control of this blowjob, boy. I’m gonna fuck your face for you. I’m gonna thrust to the back of your throat and when I nut, it’ll be all over your fucking tonsils. You’ll have no choice but to swallow it all. 

Mick, I’m about to cum in your faggot son’s mouth. When I’ve finished, I’m pressing Send on this video, and I’m gonna give you half an hour to watch it, jack off and then get over here. 

You ready, faggot? Here comes Daddy’s load, you cunt. Oh, oh fuck, fuck, FUUUUUCK YEAH, YOU DIRTY LITTLE SLUT. FUCK. 

Open your mouth, boy. Yeah, just to prove you’ve swallowed the fucking lot like the whore you are. Good boy. See you in 30 minutes, Mick.

And that’s it sent, faggot. Now get under that rim seat over there. When your dad gets here, I want him to hear you fucking begging to rim and tongue my sweaty arsehole. Then after I’ve had a little talk with him, I’m gonna have him begging me to turn you into my collared slave and rape a load up your virgin cunt right in front of him. Show him what he’s never gonna get to fuck. I’ve seen your dad’s hard drive, and if he doesn’t want the police to see it too, he’ll do whatever he’s told. I’ll be inviting him round here every Saturday night to watch me and my mates gang raping your cunt, boy. And if he’s lucky, I’ll let him lick your pussy juice off my cock when we’ve finished. That’s as close as he’s ever gonna get to fucking your twat. Now get under that seat on your back, bitch. Tongue out, and start French kissing my arsehole like a good slut. Fuck yeah, boy. Right where you fucking belong. 

[sadhours]

This thought of a fic just popped into my head and I thought you might enjoy it:

Billy being brash and a little cold about something, maybe even scolding you about something.

Whatever it is, It pisses you off.

You end up getting in a fight with him. It escalates loudly and you're just over it.

You slap him and walk away but he grabs your hand after it connects with his cheek.. furious.. but he liked it?.. a little too much

OOh!!! I love it! I hope you like this...

warnings: arguing, slapping, billy kind of being a dick, smut

Billy’s in the kitchen making himself some coffee. He impatiently leans on the counter, the craving for nicotine heightening his sensitivities. It bothered him severely that when you two had moved into this tiny house, you very firmly told him he could not smoke in it. You see, Billy isn’t the best at patience. He wants the instant gratification. He wants a goddamn cigarette as soon as he wakes up. He wants to smoke half of it while he waits for the coffee and enjoy the other half with it. Now he has to fucking wait.

The coffee is dripping into the pot too slowly, the news you turned on is too loud and when you walk into the kitchen to place your glass of wine from the night before into the sink that’s already accumulated too many dirty dishes and toss a chocolate wrapper in the overflowing trash and then turn to walk back into the living room, he can’t help but lash out and relieve a bit of his irritation.

“Jesus,” he scoffs, “Are you that lazy?”

You freeze at his tone, matching his irritability as you turn around, “Excuse me?”

“You go to a put a dish in the sink, you see it’s full, do the dishes,” he bites, “You see the trash is full, take it out. It's so fucking simple."

Your blood boils, you’re literally cleaning up the living room while you wait for the coffee. He’s standing in the kitchen just staring at it dripping into the pot and he’s got the nerve to call you lazy.

“If it fucking bugs you so bad, why don’t you do it?” you challenge, crossing your arms as you glare at him.

“I need a cigarette before I do anything,” he retorts with a breezy tone like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

You scoff, “Give me a fucking break.” With a roll of your eyes you turn to make your way back to the living room to continue cleaning up.

Billy calls out after you, “Just fucking do it. Stop being lazy.”

“Lazy?” you stomp back in the kitchen and poke his chest, “I do practically all of the cleaning around here. In fact, I don’t think you’ve ever cleaned a bathroom in your goddamn life and you have the fucking nerve to call me lazy?”

Billy squints his eyes at you, “I clean.”

You laugh and it makes Billy’s cheeks heat up, whenever you two fought and you laughed it would just make him angrier. Like you were doing it to make him feel stupid when in reality he just said stupid things sometimes. You did too.

“Whatever,” he scoffs again, “You’re being a fucking brat.”

“A brat?” you place a hand on your hip and look at him dumbfounded.

“Just take the fucking constructive criticism, you don’t have to turn everything into a fucking argument,” he rebuts, “You’re acting like a real bitch.”

Smack! Your palm connects with Billy’s cheek, not nearly as hard as you wanted but enough to get your point across. You turn to walk away but Billy’s hand is grabbing your wrist and holding your hand where you’d just slapped him.

“Did you just fucking slap me?” he heaves, a slight twinge of anger still there but there's also something else...

You look at him and the whole demeanor of his face has changed, he doesn’t seem too concerned about the messy kitchen or the need for a cigarette anymore. He downright looked aroused, you recognized the dark, glassy eyes and the particular one sided tug on the corner of his lips. You glance down to see the bulge in his pajama pants growing and you look back to his eyes with your own intrigued, wide ones.

“Do it again,” he orders.

Your thighs begin to tingle, heat rising through your body and once Billy’s hand drops from yours, you wind up and smack him across the face again, this time harder. He grunts at the contact, eyes fluttering shut with a big, satisfied smile spreading across his face. You giggle as you grab onto his wrist and drag him to the bedroom, coffee can wait.

You push him down onto the mattress, standing at the end of it as you pull off your flimsy satin pajama set. His eyes rake across you, propping himself up on his elbows and you see the redness still stinging his cheek, just as aroused by it as he is. You eagerly grab onto the bottoms of his pajama pants, tugging them down his legs and he lifts his hips to help. His cock springs free, the tip angry and red on display for you as it leaks more than you’ve ever witnessed. You groan hungrily, climbing on top of him and grabbing his length. You hover over him, lining him up with your dripping center and lowering yourself down on him in a swift, determined motion. He pokes at your g-spot upon impact and you gasp out, eyes narrowing in on him while you prepare to give him everything he didn’t know he wanted.

Billy bites his lip, watching you in earnest as he anticipates what your next move is. There’s no time for languid strokes, you’re already more than half way there and you’re feeling zealous. You bounce up and down on him hastily, your face contorting in concentration as you observe his reactions. When you decide he deserves it again, you deliver another slap to his cheek. The impact stings your palm, smiling deviously as Billy groans loudly. When you pull your hand away, his cheek is unbelievably flushed and the way he looks at you is something you’ve never seen before. Covetous like he can’t get enough and he’s willing to beg you for more.

Billy is distraught but painfully turned on at the same time. The stinging in his cheek and the force of the blows courtesy of you are making him feel something he’s never experienced before. He’s worked up like never before so he is desperate for more, for you to dominate him in this moment. And Billy always wants control, he’s the one who dictates when you cum but here he is, an absolute mess at the role reversal. If you slap him one more time he’s sure he’ll bust. He likes the bossy look on your face, likes knowing that you’re also getting off on this.

You’re hips falter and you furrow your brows, telling Billy that you’re as close as he is.

He holds his breath in anticipation when he sees you raise your hand again, absolutely giddy at the prospect of earning another strike. This one is loud, the sharp sound filling the room as Billy unloads inside of you with a cry. You grab onto his face and force him to look up at you as you ride him harder, funneling in on your own orgasm. You feel tears tickling your fingers holding onto Billy’s cheeks as you squish them together and you grunt out while waves of ecstasy crash over you.

You collapse next to him, heaving for a beat before you think, Oh, shit. Aftercare. and turn to cuddle up to your boyfriend. He’s never made you go without.

But he’s pushing you off and standing up, grabbing his pants and jumping into them. You look up at him curiously and then you roll your eyes as he places a Marlboro between his lips and opens the door.

“Now, go do those fucking dishes,” he says playfully with a wink.

Damn, him.

[olives-and-sunshine]

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Eddie Munson x GN!Reader

Word Count: 725

Summary: While high, you ask Eddie if he would still love you if you were a worm.

Warnings and Content: Tooth-rotting fluff and silliness, mentions of both Eddie and the reader being high, GN!Reader, relationship is fairly ambiguous and could be read as anything (platonic, queerplatonic, romantic)

A/N: This was written in the middle of the night and originally was about my OC and Eddie, who are in a queerplatonic relationship (which I also posted, if you wanna read it click here ). Hope that explains this.

You were lying on Eddie’s bed, staring at the ceiling. The room vibrated with the noise of Judas Priest playing through the speakers of his cassette player. Eddie was laying his head on your stomach, his eyes closed as he hummed along. You played with his hair as you closed your eyes. Judas Priest was interesting music to listen to when high, and you were fairly high. You both were, although Eddie was higher than you were. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked, breaking the silence.

Eddie stayed silent for a minute before bursting out laughing. “What?”

You tried to not laugh, but you eventually caved, joining him. “You heard me. Would you still love me if I was a worm?” You asked between giggles.

He got up off your stomach and turned so he could look at you, leaning over you. His eyes scanned your face. “Who says I love you?”

You gently shoved him with her foot in the stomach. “Dick.”

He dramatically fell back, sprawling over the bed. He laid there for a second before he broke out in giggles again. He got back up, leaning over you again. “I’m sorry, sweetheart, I didn’t mean it,” he whined, tucking a piece of hair behind your ear. You jokingly pouted and looked away. In response, he leaned down and kissed your forehead. “You’re high as shit,” he started giggling again. When you looked back over and your eyes met, so did you.

Midst their fit of giggles, breathlessly he said, “But of course, I’d still love you if you were a worm. What kind of fucking question is that?” You laughed harder, but he continued. “That being said, we all know you’d be something more metal like a cicada, or a mean beetle. Or ooo, something that bites.”

“Hey, I don’t bite!”

“The bite marks that currently litter my body beg to differ.”

“...Okay that’s fair, but worms are hella metal! Some are both male and female and can impregnate themselves. And they decompose things! Nothing is more metal than composure and death.”

“You have a good point. But still. So you would be a decomposer, you’d still be a beetle or something. My point is…” he trailed off for a second, poking you in the cheek. You grabbed his finger and interlocked your hands, letting them settle on your stomach. “I’d love you no matter what creepy crawly bug or creature you were. I’d go to the library, research what you’d need to thrive, and then put you in a little enclosure I made for you. I’d feed you whatever you’d want, even if that means catching other tinier bugs for you. And I’d take you out occasionally so you could get sunshine. And if you were really unhappy, I’d let you be free to live out your little bug life, so you can go fuck another bug, have kids, and go decompose things, and continue the cycle of life. If not, you could just live here with me, in your little bug enclosure.”

Eddie was staring out the window as he said all this, but you just stared up at him, in awe at the way he turned a silly joke into the sweetest monologue ever. You sat up and tackled him into a hug, knocking you both over on the bed, till you were on top of him. He laughed, wrapping his arms around you and kissing your head, “What?”

You pulled away to look at him. “That was the sweetest, cheesiest, monologue I’ve ever heard about me or bugs. You’re the best.”

“Of course, sweetheart. And, if we were both bugs, no matter the type of bug we were, even if we were different bugs, we’d live together in bug harmony. We’d find a way.”

“Dawwww, how sweet. We could live out our little bug lives together and decompose stuff. How adorable of us.”

“Of course. We’re the most adorable duo ever,” he pulled you close to him, your head resting on his chest. He kissed the crown of your head again, and you both closed your eyes, just resting and enjoying each other’s presence. “We should probably move at some point, though. We are lying on my bed diagonally.”

You nuzzled your face into his chest, sighing contently. “Shhhh later. I’m comfy.”

[blueicequeen19]

Double Cross

Warnings: unprotected threesome, cnc, anal, oral, the works

JJ advances on me in the garage. I quickly scramble away and around the truck he’s working on as he gives chase. My heart raced in my chest as I dodged all the scattered tools and parts on the floor to keep from tripping. I should’ve ran back into the house. Now I was trapped out here with him and he blocked the only exit.

“Come. Here. Now.” JJ barks, jumping up into the bed of the truck and over the side. I scream when he catches my arm and shoved me against the deep freeze, pinning me with his body. I can’t hardly catch my breath. My adrenaline was pumping wildly and my pussy was throbbing.

“Tell me he’s lying.” JJ bites out, glaring down at me with those big baby blues. I stuck my chin out as I glared back up at him.

“You fucked my sister.” I state and his jaw clenched.

“I was drunk.”

“So was I.”

“Goddamn it!” JJ turns and throws his fist against the truck door. Again. And again. I flinch each time. He turns around suddenly and sits me roughly on the freezer then plants himself between my parted thighs, ringed fingers digging into my flesh.

“Did you like the way he felt inside you?” JJ snarls, smashing his lips against mine. I almost give in. Almost. I don’t kiss him back and I push at him instead.

“Yea, I did. He has a big dick.” I spat and JJ laughs, fumbling with his shorts.

“You can tell me how big my dick feels with it buried in your ass.” JJ growls, yanking me off the freezer and spinning me around. He yanks my shorts and panties down before slapping my ass hard.

“JJ, don’t!” I squeal but he shoves my chest down onto the top of the freezer, smashing my tits beneath me.

“Stay still or I’ll tie you up. Your choice.” JJ snaps, slapping my ass again.

“You’re not doing anything without lube.” I cry. He laughs, walking away and grabbing a bottle of baby oil from a shelf. He turns back with a wicked grin.

“Don’t worry, baby. I got you.” My body trembles as he steps out of his shorts and pushes his boxers down. I feel the cold of the baby oil drip between my cheeks before he starts lathering himself up.

“JJ—.”

“Shh. Just shut up and take it.” I jump when his finger presses against my ass, little by little until he’s knuckle deep. I’m panting and whimpering. It’s foreign and it’s burn but my pussy is throbbing violently, begging to be filled.

“JJ—.”

“Take it, baby.” I cry out when he presses a second finger into my ass.

“Hey, J— whoa! What the fuck guys?!” I jump at the sound of Pope’s voice but JJ doesn’t stop.

“Shut up Pope and get over here and lick her clit.” My eyes nearly bug out. There’s a long pause before I feel Pope kneeling beside me. I meet his eyes but he just gives me a small smile before attaching his mouth to my clit. I cry out immediately, lifting up on my toes as JJ fucks me faster with his fingers.

“Don’t let her cum. Not yet.” I hear JJ say and Pope’s mouth slows on my clit, stealing my orgasm as JJ withdraws his fingers.

“Motherfucker.” I pant, my legs shaking with exertion.

“It’s okay, baby. Let me know if it’s too much dick for you to handle.” JJ pushes down on my back and starts to penetrate before I can comment back. It takes my breath away but just as quickly Pope is there taking the edge off. JJ could punish me all he wanted but I was going to enjoy the fuck out of it while he did.

“Oh, God.” I cried, my body trembling with the need to cum already. I started to shake harder and when Pope slid a finger inside my quivering pussy, I came with a scream.

“Shit!” JJ cursed, pushing inside me more. “That was just the tip. I’m not even in yet.” JJ rasps, spreading my ass cheeks as he pushes in more. I reach down and fist Pope hair, holding him to me as another wave quickly approaches.

“Fuck, you feel so good. Like fucking heaven.” JJ starts to ease in and out, making my eyes practically roll back in my skull. It was too much yet not enough.

“Pope.” I moaned his name and his eyes snapped open, looking up at me for a moment before adding another finger.

“Fuck, Pope I can feel you inside her.” JJ groans, picking up his pace. I reach back for something to hold on to and JJ quickly pins my arms to my back, fucking me harder.

“JJ—oh, fuck—JJ!” I cum with a scream, my knees almost buckling, curses filling the air as JJ cums deep in my ass. I sag against the freezer as JJ slips free of me. Pope stands as JJ finds something to clean us up with and wraps his arms around me to steady me.

“Pope, that was amazing.” I rasp, my heart beating wildly as he helps pull up my panties and shorts after JJ cleans me off. I needed a shower.

“You’re welcome.” JJ snaps, his jealous rearing it’s ugly head. I couldn’t help but want to push his buttons further.

“Do you want me to blow you? I’m sure you must need it.” I bat my eyelashes at him, almost laughing at his stunned expression. He looks from me to JJ and back.

“He doesn’t care.” I whisper, cupping Pope in his shorts and swallowing my surprise by what I find. His eyes widen as he swallows, looking to JJ again.

“Is that true? You don’t care?” Pope asks JJ. I don’t wait for his answer before tugging Pope’s shorts down to his ankles. I stay on my knees as they have a silent conversation and I pull his cock from his boxers. It’s slightly longer than JJ’s and just as thick. It would hurt like a bitch.

“I guess she owes you one.” I hear JJ say as I meet Pope’s eyes and swipe my tongue over his swollen tip. He hisses, bracing himself against the freezer. “But she doesn’t get to cum again. Her punishment isn’t over.”

[sheeluvsme]

Webb connections!

Hi guys! First like real fic post ig? So I hope I do this right…

This is about spider man - Eddie Munson, it takes place in New York same characters plus Y/N ! I’m going to be keeping the reader gender neutral for all my pookies!

CW/ blood , wounds , angst , cussing , drugs , bugs? (lmk if I missed anything!

Please enjoy!:))

He walked his way up the stairs to his apartment. It was fucking stupid what he just put himself through. Eddie’s head throbbed and everything ached. He had just left the under ground wrestling rink testing out his new powers..

Let me rewind a bit for you.

Powers? Yes powers. He was doing is regular drug deals in the subways of New York City and he was bitten on the hand by a spider..not even a day later he was totally different. His legs longer and stronger, his arms too, he had this weird tingle thing..he didn’t realize what was happening till he went to open his bathroom door to piss and his hand got fucking stuck to the knob. He..he was spider man? Of some sort? He was super freaked out. Not really knowing what to do.. he couldn’t talk to anyone..especially you..

Pst this is when you roll in!

You were quite literally his next door neighbor. You both attended a arts college, you doing a little better then him even though you had completely different courses. Anyways eddie you were quiet close yk? He brought home leftovers from a night out sometimes and gave them to you or he’d give you free weed as payment not to snitch on him to the landlord. [ you never would..but hey free weed ]

Everything that happened to him was WEEKS ago , he was slowly figuring out everything.. and that’s how he ended up were he was. He knew he was exponentially stronger but wanted to put it to the test. He didn’t do too hot against people that have been doing this shit a lot longer then him. Sure he definitely got his good throws in but was still fuckked up. He bled from his nose knuckles and lip about to open his door but grunting realizing he didn’t even have a mes kit. He sauntered over to your door knocking, biteing his inner cheek form the pain from his knuckles.

You opened the door slightly “ hello?- Eddie?!” You yelped looking at his fucked up condition. “Heyy..do you uh. Have a mes kit I can borrow pretty please-“ you open the door grabbing him gently before kicking the door closed with your foot. You help I’m to your love seat in your living room before sighing softly “ Jesus.. stay here I’ll get my mes kit and help.” He rolled his eyes smiling “ hey. I just need to borrow it I can help myself I’m a big boy y/n.” You laughed softly “ sure but your hands are screwed up, let me help you please..” you sigh slightly pleading him. He rolls his eyes shaking his head as you help him take off his jacket. Seeing the bruises on his arms. You look at him confused “ who the hell did this? What were you doing??” He choked for a moment thinking of what to say. “ I was..I was mugged. Yeah- they uh think i didn’t give them what they payed for so they just beat the shit out of me..” he flinched as you cleaned and wrapped his knuckles. You sigh softly “ well knowing you..I know they look just as bad. I’m sorry though- people are such dicks.” You reply as you hover over him and slowly wipe the hair out of his face and began to clean his face. You could see the smug grin on his face as he watches you. “You look pretty at this angle..” you roll your eyes “ your in no position to be flirting right now munson. You just got your shit rocked.” You giggle softly before your face heats up feeling his hands touch your waist pulling you to sit on his lap. “ here..more comfortable for you” you look at him with a small shock before brushing it off. He obviously stared at you. Now he obviously liked you..but you always turned him down, worried about getting distracted from school, worried about managing feelings, or maybe you were just afraid of commitment. You finish up tending to his face before you stand up. “ I’ll grab you some medicine.” You spoke as you quickly got him a bottle of water and meds. He took them being quiet thankful for you. “ if- if I tell you what really happened you won’t freak out right ?” You looked at him confused. “ no..?” You said curiously. You sat down next to him and for the next 45 minutes he spilled almost everything that’s been happening to him to you. You felt honored that he would but also… you did not fucking believe him. “ Eddie. Your not spider man.. this is..all very interesting but I think a therapist is your best bet right now-“ you spoke before he shot a web to the celling pulling him up. You stood there stunned..” that’s..that’s just luck….crawl around..” “ you want me to crawl around on your ceiling?” “ yes!” You spoke and then your jaw DROPED as he did what you said. He drops down walking tords you slowly as you slowly back up. “ Listen-“ he spoke “ hey listen to me!” Your back hit the wall as he stood in front of you. “ I know this all sounds..fucking nuts. But ..I told you because I trust you. You looked at him softly as he looked deeply worried. You spoke softly, “ I .. I won’t tell anyone.. your secret is safe with me.” You smile softly , he slowly returns the smile before softly kissing your forehead. “ do you think I can relax here for a while?” He smiles. “ of course.. I’ll order a pizza “ you return.

HOLY FUCK THAT WAS ALOT BUT LETS HOPE YOU GUYS ENJOY IT MUAH

[elllisaaa]

omg hii can i ask for any bf!beomgyu thoughts if you have to share? 😔 they can be sfw or nsfw literally anything tysm <33

omgg yes i have some to share !! thank you for the request anonie, i looove to make these posts so much !

BF!BEOMGYU who's a little tease, and a menace, but who is also so down bad for you he could litteraly do anything for you.

one of the things he loves the most about your relationship is how you always know how to get back at him. yes, he's constantly teasing and bugging you, but you always have something to get him just as good and it brings a smile on his face each time. also, he knows when to stop and when he should be attentive and serious rather than joking around.

"promise i'm not making fun of you baby, i'm there for you, you know that."

beomgyu is also instinctive in the ways he tells you he loves you. honestly, he rarely says it through words but rather through acts of service, like cleaning your apartment before you come home when you're stressed out with work, or buying you little gifts that just made him think of you. that's what he does in every city he goes on tour : he always brings you a souvenir and tells you the story of how he found it.

"the flowers ? yes, they are for you." - "is there anything special today that i forgot ?" - "no, they just made me think of you."

he's a very cuddly boyfriend, not particularly in public even if he always has a hand on you, but when it's only the two of you, he's like a koala. there isn't a night that you spend with him and he isn't holding you in his arms. his guilty pleasure ? it's when he is the little spoon instead. beomgyu is too shy to ask for it most of the time, but when you offer it, he's quick to settle against you and let you baby him.

"can you play with my hair too ? i love it. and i love you."

BF!BEOMGYU who is a fucking brat when he's a sub, and a fucking tease when he's a dom. because he does both and it's driving you crazy.

it's a well-known fact that your boyfriend never listens to anyone, and it also includes you. whenever he goes submissive, you will have to go as far as making him cry if you want him to behave. he loves getting on your nerves and not listening to your orders, he loves the punishments you give him and he loves how hot you are when you're mad. in the end though he always ends up doing what you want him to do. beomgyu needs to hear you praise him when he's good and degrade him when he's been bad.

"no ! i can be your good boy, promise i'll do everything you want now."

no matter if he's on top or not, he loves it when you add a little pain in the mix. beomgyu loves it when you tug on his hair when he's eating you out, he loves when you slap him across his face because he disobeyed you. and he also love it when you force him to keep fucking you even if he already filled you up with his cum three times, and he loves it when you scratch down his back with your nails when he's ruining your perfect little cunt.

"fuck, yes baby, bite me again, you little freak."

when he's in the mood to take control, he's never too soft, but never too hard - he's the perfect mix. the thing is that he gets pussy drunk rather easily, but it's not his fault if he's addicted to the way you clench around his dick every time he praises you for being so good, or when he's calling you naughty for always thinking about him. beomgyu also adores to send you nudes or dirty videos of the two of you fucking when he knows you're working or can't go home immediately, because once again, he loves to edge you on and tease you.

"you're so desperate over only one picture of my cock baby, it's cute."

[danowh0re]

Lip Gallagher nsfw Headcannons

Reposting cause I deleted my account

A= Aftercare (what they’re like after sex?)

The first thing he’d do is check on you to see if you had a good time and just enjoyed it overall

Study ur body features while you lay naked next to him

B= Body part (their favorite body part of theirs/you)

Tits, anything to do with tits. He’d bite them, suck them, tease them. Anything. Gives him a big hard on. Admires them a lot. He kinda just laughs at himself for it too.

C=Cum (anything to do with cum)

He likes it when you cum on his face, mesmerized by the end result of it. Would do anything to go down on you

When HE cums, he needs to literally suffocate in a pillow to control himself.

D=Dirty secret (a dirty secret of theirs)

Loves you using handcuffs on him. He will act in a panic about them everytime but secretly he wishes you used them more on him

E=Experience (how experienced are they?)

Pretty experienced, probably discovered ‘sex’ pretty young. Not wanting to miss the littlest fact about it

If you mention something that he doesn’t know (which is surprisingly a lot) he’d either bug you to show him or study his ass off about it

F= Favorite position (self explainable)

Just anything for him to be able to face you. Him being able to grab any part of your body and to just be able to caress what lays beneath (or on top ;) ) him. Just you riding him hard, and really fucking sloppy as there’s hair pulling and slapping noises leaving the room

G= Goofy (are they more serious or humourous?)

At the start of sexual intercourse with you he’d be kinda nervous? I guess.. but a couple hook ups in he would make jokes here and there on how you were doing. Sometimes making inside jokes in public just to annoy you

H= Hair (how well groomed are they?)

Not groomed at all, he does like, wash his dick whenever the chance is even to him but he’s always been a little scared of razors or whatever near his dick cause he thinks that there’s a chance that someone will walk in the washroom while he’s doing it, making him jump and boom bang. Accidentally cut his dick.

Also there’s proof that he doesn’t shave his pubes and washes his dick 👁👁

I= Intimacy (how are they during the moment?)

Tries to be as serious as he can, mostly taking the time to admire you. But would do it anytime, would say little hints to you all through out the day just so you are ready. If he really fucking horny he’d tell you how fucking hard you make him and how hard he’s gonna go. And that man tries to make his promises-

If you were a little shy he’d try to eliminate those feelings as much as he can.

J= Jack off ( how often do they masturbate if they do?)

I’d say two times a day, ig.. if his day is super fucking boring, that would be the only thing he could think about to keep him just in track with the day and what has to come ;)

He’d pleasure himself to pictures of you, feeling it’s wrong to go on a porn website when he’s with you~

K= Kink (do they have any?)

He encourages just doing vanilla sex, he’s super duper basic.

Doesn’t have many kinks cause he hasn’t had the time to discover them

Daddy kink?… cause Daddy issues and shit 🤪

L= Location (where to they like to do the do?)

Uhhhh prefers bed because he’s a little cautious with being caught by someone he knows… if it’s like,, a alleyway he’s here for that 100%, but he gotta make it quick

M= Motivation (what turns them on?)

Dirty talk mostly, anything gets him hard,, but when it comes to dirty talk he’d need those things as soon as it’s being told in his ears. He can’t wait.

N= No (something they won’t do)

Anything masochist-y he hates pain when it comes to sex, it’s a big turn off. Knife play is a big nono cause he’ll get all jumpy, thinking you’d draw blood

O= Oral (giving or receiving/are they good at it?)

I remember him giving it and it was magical to him, but he’s not used to it so I’d say receiving, cause most people give him. He’s pretty good at giving it though, I remember him making a women squirt and he was fucking MESMERIZED

P= Pace ( are they fast and rough or slow and sensual?)

As fast as he can go. He doesn’t let you adjust at all. He’ll make the experience go 1.5 seconds.

Q= Quickie ( do they care for them/ how often?)

Quickies is usually how he goes, don’t expect a whole round with him lasting an hour.

If he wasn’t hard, and was fucking you, he’d prove to you that he could cum. No stopping

R= Risk (are they willing to experiment?)

If he’s pushed, and pressured into it, he’d probs enjoy it in the end- but he’s super basic.

S= Stamina ( how many rounds can they go for/ how long?)

1-3 rounds, he’d push you go for as long as he can take it.

T=Toys (do they own any/use them on you or themselves?)

Not a big fan, he thinks they are useless when you both have a mouth with a tongue attached to it lol. He’d probably get jealous of you using a dildo or something cause he wants that to be his dick :(( </3

U= Unfair (how much do they tease?)

Teases you a shit ton like “you want this. Is this what you really want~” making you basically becoming a slave. He wouldn’t go really harsh on you, he loves to tease you anytime, any place. But it’s mostly you doing the teasing

V= Volume (how loud are they / what noises do they make?)

Not as loud as he can make you 😏.. little grunts leaving his mouth. He’d probably fake it just to make ur ego go 📈📈📈

W= Wild card (random HC about character)

Loves it when you lick his ear or the side of his neck, dirty talking him in a soft voice.

Also strip teasing is>>>> for him.

X= X-ray (how big are they?)

His ego says it all. 7-9 inches..? I feel like he is PACKING cause in one scene in season 7 his dick was called magical lmao

Y= Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

Highhhh, any body part shown the littlest bit. There’s a 99.9% chance that he’d get hard, he would jerk off when lip is alone, just thinking about what he could do to them

Z=ZZZ (how quickly do they fall asleep?)

He’d be buzzed before and during but after a couple rounds he would be out, cold. Maybe lighting a cig after, taking it all in and checking up on you. He’d even cock warm you if he still had a little in him ;)

[shxllraizxr]

Yo! I don't know if its okay to ask but are you okay with Nsfw/Smutty asks. And with you AU turtles that is! If so then what are thier turn ons~ 👀 mostly raphs ❤

Oh yeah sure! I'm most definitely okay with some more adult asks. This page is for 18+ anyways!

Okay Since you asked mostly for raph I'll give you some pointers on him first~

Raph

This man is a horny son of a bitch.

Very experienced in manhandled his lover

He loves to grab his S/O whenever he gets the the God dang chance!

Expect hickeys and love bites all over your body.

He loves him some thick juicy ass. He's a butt worship type of guy.

Definitely a rough one in bed for sure~

"I'm gonna pound the living daylights out of you babe, you got me so damn in love with you, fuuuck.."

He can be a bit aggressive with his lovemaking. He will pound you and will last quite long.

Oh just you wait for mating season 👀❤

Expect more than one round~ hopefully you can last.

Up for sex almost anywhere. Mostly his favorite is in his gym. His bench press machine has good padding for a reason.

He swears up a storm when he's close to climax. And is very much experienced in the idea of dirty talk.

When's hes done with you, he becomes the total opposite of his usual self and is now rapheal the cuddle bug.

He's definitely snuggling you close to him, hands still on his S/O's butt as he hugs them.

Leo

Mr. Nobleman in the streets. Sexy Terrapin in the sheets~

Lowkey horny as fuck whenever no one is around.

To be honest Leo is probably one of the more tamer ones in my opinion compared to Raph.

Neck nibbles and licks leading to some making out of course.

Definitely all about intimacy.

Whenever his S/O is around he will get into a more lovely mood.

Imagine him meditating and you walk by and he's glancing over at your backside and your thighs.

He's a thigh guy, loves them to death.

He's a smooth talker he will butter you up and take you down slow.

"Imma make love to you baby, you know how much I need your body on me right"

Most definitely the type to take command and guild you through it. Ever since day one, when you have sex with him for the first time, he's gentle and rather take it slow but if you ask he will give you some harder and deeper thrust.

Definitely more about the pacing than the speed. Build up to that climax.

Not very much of a moaner but will give light and deep huffs with Slight cursing here and there

"Aahhh Fuck.. Babe you got me so close, you want me to keep going at this pace mmmghh.."

Better be ready for it cause he can definitely dump a few loads into you. So don't expect to be over too soon.

Right after though Leo is picking you up and taking you to the shower to wash your gorgeous body off.

Possibly more sex, Shower sex is his second lowkey favorite place to do the buisness~

Lazy relaxation time after and some good sleep too. He's holding you all through the night.

Mikey

Let me say that this boy is a mix of all the kinky side of twitter, he is.

Definitely more of a let's figure this out type of guy.

Oh he's a cheeky little devil, he's gonna pull up behind his S/O give the a love bite on there cheek and give that ass a spank.

He's into spanking and dirty talk

100% into the idea of slightly public sex.

Very vocal about making love to you.

"Hey guys, if you need me I'm busy giving my lover some good dick and head, don't come looking for me!"

Never embarrased by the fact that hes super open about his sex life with you.

He's serious when he means good dick. He's pretty heft for his size.

Definitely into deep fast action.

He wants to make sure you climax first since he loves to see your face when you do so.

He's all on top of you pinning you down inder his body as he goes to town with you.

After he finishes up a two or three more rounds he's gonna pull up a movie and hold you under the blankets. He'll shower in the morning. He wants to just stay with you from as long as he can.

Donnie

HE IS THE KINK MASTER

The MOST kinkiest one of them all

What do you expect since he's on the internet for so long.

He's an experimentalist , as in he wants to try alot of kinks with you.

Definitely into the idea of you saying yes sir to him.

This is definitely a different side if the sweet nerdy turtle you know.

When the glasses come off. He's in Daddy Dom mode.

He will act as such even in public.

"Babe, who told you to go and work on something without pleasing me first.."

Be prepared to be pinned to any surface and made out with.

Donnie will love to get you all worked up craving his touch and his body on yours.

He loves to touch your chest and kiss the nape of your neck.

His favorite kink is BDSM.

As long as his S/O is okay with it that is.

He's a roper, he will tie your hands down with a rope or his mask and fuck you properly.

A mix of deep and short action.

Loves to sexy talk when he gets close to climax.

Definitely a yeller and airy huffed when he climaxs.

Don't expect him to last longer than the others, he's about average but his climax is always powerful.

Can last more than one round but 2 at maximum.

He'd untie you once he's done and sit you on his lap and go back to working. Kissingnyou and petting your hair after your steamy moment.

Omg this is like my first time really writing smut headcanons so sorry if they aren't that exciting XD

[xela-smutt]

Late Nights Like These

pairing: bakugo katsuki x f!reader

tw: cursing, masturbation m!receiving, marking bodies, pussy rubbing.

words: 2k

“Fucking useless pieces of shit” Bakugou murmured while walking like a maniac on his way to your dorm. It was such a shitty day for the blond, nothing went his way, not his training, not his grades, not those fools who kept on bugging him all day.

Was too hard for him to find pace in his room, after all those hours where he’d punch the walls and scream like a mad dog. So of course he would bust in Y/N’s room, what else could he have done to calm down?! You were his best friend, no, much more than that, both of you knew that, but you decided to just let things go their way and not rush.

He just needed his person in his arms, like any other night past these weeks. It was the only way Bakugou would be able to sleep. Little did he knew that he’d find you late in the night trying out your new set of lingerie you brought.

So when he opened the door wide open shouting about how he’s tired and wants to sleep, he was facing your curved body in small lace panties and bra that showed more of your breast than covering it, looking in the mirror. You weren’t surprised that he came again tonight, you just hoped for a better timing than this.

“What the fuck are you doing? Does that shit of fabric even cover something up?!” He looked somewhere else with his cute flushed face, trying to give u the smallest bit of privacy he could.

“I forgot i have a roommate lately, my bad.” You put on a big shirt that you wore as pajamas and threw yourself in your bed. “Is that all you’re gonna wear?” Bakugou placed himself beside you, admiring your body better. It was his first time he got to see your exposed skin, and the way your T-shirt hugged your small waist like that, made him forget about his awful day.

“Yes Katsuki. What’s up with you? What are you mad about tonight?” You laughed in his face and waited for his petty response as he would always give. But not tonight. He was taking his time staring at every inch of your skin, shamefully, as you couldn’t even see him staring.

“Hey pervert, i asked you a question.” you were getting kinda insecure about him watching you like that. Of course you liked the way his eyes were looking at the right places the first seconds, but now it’s been awhile since he didn’t even answer.

Bakugou climbed your small body and trapped you between his big hands, looking down on you with his usually smirk and piercing eyes “I should be calling you a pervert, princess…You were the one who was barely wearing anything just a few minutes ago.” Katsuky would keep coming closer and closer to your face with every word he said.

You already felt his warm breath on your skin, making you struggle beneath him. Yes, the two of you would give each other small kisses here and there, but this was the first time it was this intense. Were you finally doing it? Just the thought of your best friend railing you till you couldn’t walk made you so horny to the point it hurt.

“Katsu…” you look with half eyes opened at his red and tired ones, almost like you hoped he would get what you wanted. “What, pretty girl?” he kept talking just an inch apart from the skin of your neck, slowly brushing his nose against it. His voice was husky but smooth at the same time. Crazy what this guy could do to you.

You placed your arms on his abs that were covering in a black tank top, sending shivers to his spine every time you’d touch him with your small fingers. “Katsu i think- i..” you exhale tired, tired from both trying to find a way to tell him that you want him and tired from the way your pussy was in pain from how horny you got.

His red eyes didn’t lose yours for a second. He was patiently waiting for your order, for the first time in his life that he’d ever listen to someone. “Tell me.” Katsuki kept growing more and more hungry for you. “I want you Katsuki. I want you so bad right now to the point that it hurts.”

Bakugou eyes opened wide in shock, not because he didn’t know 100% what you wanted, but because you didn’t have the guts to be straightforward about it.

“Good. I’m glad it hurts princess…Cause it hurts me just as much as it hurts you” He immediately took your hand and placed on his pants, where you could feel his hard cock struggling there. As your hand was still on his boner, he started kissing your neck, slowly starting to bite it and leave track of his teeth.

You were getting hazy and bold, so you took out his cock from his pants and stroked his length. “Do you have any idea for how long i craved you? How long i wanted to dig my nails in your beautiful skin and mark all over it? I don’t think you do Y/N” Katsuki pulled up your T-shirt to the base of your neck, leaving you in panties in front of him and nothing else.

He took your boob in his mouth and started sucking it while he played with the other. While he was grabbing your body with his hands, his knee reached your clothed pussy and started moving it, giving you so much please just by doing the bare minimum.

You reached out for his face with your free hand and started kissing him like there wasn’t a new day. It’s not just him that wanted this, you were imagining this moment every night after the two of you grew closer and closer. Seeing him everyday in class didn’t help with you daydreaming about Katsuki fucking the shit out of you.

Bakugou felt how he was close to cum so he placed himself down on your bed, putting you on top of him. While his dick was laying on his abdomen right under you, you pushed your panties to the side, leaving only a small portion for him to use. Your arms started trembling on his shoulders but he was quick to notice, lucky.

“Don’t worry, I know it’s your first time. We said we’ll take it slow so there is no reason for us to do it now princess.” Gosh he was such a nice person to you that you almost bust out into tears when you head his words. You placed both your legs aside his tensed body and slowly rubbed your pussy along his size.

“You’re so fucking nice Katsuki.” You couldn’t even bring yourself to look into his eyes as you shamelessly moved like a bitch in heat over his body. Bakugou couldn’t help but smile like the teenage boy that was in love he was. “You know…You’re the only one experiencing this side of me Y/N.”

You smiled back at him, feeling your cheeks heating up even more. You started feeling your orgasm too, and it didn’t took long until Bakugou took control over your movements, like the control freak he was, but that only made it feel good, if that was even possible.

His nails were digging so hard in the flesh of your butt cheeks that you were sure he’d leave marks. Good, that’s what you wanted, being marked by him, and him being marked by you. You hugged his neck, pressing your boobs on his pectorals, almost crying by the sensation he made you feel.

“This feels so fuck-fucking good Katsu” you said sobbing into his neck, praising him as he should be praised. “Yeah…Will make sure to make you feel this good every night now.” Bakugou said while kissing the back of your neck.

“Do you hear me? Every fucking night. Or Day. I don’t even care Y/N. I’ll make sure to make you feel good.”

And shortly after, you both came undone.

a/n: well that’s a long ass fic.

[chil2de]

Your sharing a bed with the JJK men hc's were incredible 😩 special mentions for Megumi's bed head, Nanami being a secret cuddle bug, and Yuuta having to drink both iced coffees (that fucking sent me fjdndnfd I could picture it so clearly).

You're super talented so could I, er, possible get a NSFW version? 👀 💳💥💥💥💳💳💥💳💥

Thank you so much 🥺💕

hello anonie!!! thank you dear i’m so glad you liked them!! please the credit card emojis had me cackling LMFAOOOO you really made my whole day out here!!!(THE ICED COFFEE WAS MY FAVOURITE PART TOO)

well i managed to hit the max amount of characters allowed in a tumblr post with five characters alone so i’m going to have to split this up into several posts. it just kinda happened ig

characters in this post: itadori yuuji, gojo satoru, okkotsu yuuta, fushiguro toji (megumi was supposed to be here but i had to reserve him for next post😔)

this work is nsfw. if you’re new here, please read my disclaimer before proceeding. thank you and enjoy!

based off of this post

itadori

- itadori would prob be a ‘deer in the headlights’ if you woke him up in the middle of the night

- but after that? shit, he’s so nice to you. so kind and generous for his baby girl. whether he’s fucking you ‘cause he thinks you might be able to sleep after an orgasm or there’s just an incessant desire for him- doesn’t really matter all that much to itadori. he loves you either way :)

- gets horny so easily LMFAO

- would 100% dick you down if you asked him to and i like to think that he still keeps his really sweet personality during sex cause aaaa he would be so soft and reassuring

- hardcore dom yuuji sounds sexy as all hell but let’s be real… this man won’t kill a fly and apologises for stepping on ants. only exception being angry sex but overall reserving hard dom for sukuna :)

you pepper tiny kisses onto itadori’s face, treating him with the utmost care like handling fine china. his skin feels so soft against your lips, and he smells very faintly of milky soap. there’s some traces of brand cologne on his shirt, as well as his natural scent.

“yuuujiii-“ you coo, blowing air very gently. when he doesn’t stir, you run your fingertips through a bundle of his cotton candy tainted hair. it evokes a reaction from him, so you continue to press him.

“y-uuuu-ji!”

after a few moments, itadori lets out a soft whine before grumbling incoherent blabber. “i won’t eat the pineapple! kugisaki will scream at me!”

you giggle before prodding him again, when finally he relents and jolts awake, eyes wide and mouth slightly parted at how close your face is to his.

“‘s it morning yet?” he wrinkles his nose, stifling a yawn. you emit a hum in thought before wrapping your arms around his neck, pulling you into him. itadori squeaks in surprise when he feels you latch your lips onto his neck, suckling and carefully breaking the bonds underneath his sensitive skin. his moan comes out groggy, still laced with sleep.

“that drives me crazy, you know that, right?” itadori laughs, though his voice comes as a wobble.

“i know. and they look so good on you too, hm?” you giggle, caressing one hand from his neck and then down to the hem of his shirt. your fingertips flutter against his bare skin and he shivers physically and audibly. you smooth your palm flat along his chest, dragging your nails carefully against his muscles.

“kinda.. wanna.. go to.. sleep.. but i don’t.. wanna fall asleep…” itadori mumbles against his pillow. the fabric muffles most of it, but there’s a strain in his voice that leads you to believe he’s moaning lightly. guess after sukuna ripped his heart out, this area hasn’t been quite the same, huh?

“so? then go to sleep, yuuji. i’ll be fine-“ “-no way! i gotta take care of you”

“so why don’t you?”

“‘m going to! i was asleep just half a minute ago!”

“and besides-“

he shifts himself up into a sitting position, leaning his back against the headrest. itadori opens his arms, motioning for you to crawl on top of him. without any haste, you clamber over his built frame, ghosting just over the print of his hard dick.

“not that i mind but- we did, you know, in the morning already-“ “oh, shit, sorry- it’s totally fine if you don’t want t-“ “-just messing with you!”

itadori pulls your neck down and gifts you with the same treatment you were offering him earlier. his tongue is hot and wet against your skin and you can already feel the precipitation forming at the back of your knees. calloused yet tender hands smooth around your waist and he smooths his palms over your shoulder blades.

after itadori’s satisfied with the mark he left, you can’t help but groan a little into his mouth when his lips suddenly claim yours. he drinks you up, relying solely on your taste like he’s drowning and you’re the air he needs.

itadori takes his sweet time cherishing you, or rather it’s still his state of half slumber, but you can feel a dull ache prick your abdomen. you scratch up his shirt, motioning for him to take it off. you’re unsure what comes over you, but shit, you don’t want him- you need him.

“heyheyhey, ‘s okay. don’t worry, i got you.”

“i’ll take care of you.”

“just relax, okay? i got this.” he only coos with sweet reassurances, peppering small kisses and handling you with the utmost precision.

you whimper, balancing your palms flat against his abdomen for additional support as you sink down onto itadori’s cock. he lets out a hum of content, forehead bumping against yours as he allows you to adjust.

“you good?” he murmurs after a few moments, capturing a few strands of your hair in between his fingertips. you nod meekly and itadori hisses out a breathy exhale. he’s sure that if he goes rough as shit you might end up more broken than being able to sleep, so he screws his eyes shut and exhales to maintain his composure.

blazing hot lips scrape against your ear, and his voice comes out in a husky tone.

“tell me how you want it.”

by the lords of everything and all that is holy, itadori only chants the same phrase over and over in his mind. it’s a miracle that he’s able to think straight with all the blood rushing to his cock. he’s more than happy to take it slow, reward you with slow and long strokes while he showers you with high praises. but he can’t ignore the twitch that he experiences when he envisions that pretty lil fucked out face of yours, all messy and ruined for him.

you mutter that you have no preference, that you don’t care because anything he’ll do for you is perfect, and it only gives him a beaming smile at your words.

itadori grabs the scrunched up ball of his shirt that he was wearing before ripping the fabric into half with his bare teeth. you watch his eyebrows perk when he notices how fucking hot you just found that, evident with the way your walls fluttered around him.

“here, babe.”

you part your lips and he stuffs the fabric into your mouth, there’s a little bit of excess hanging out, but he reminds you that you look sexy as hell either way, on top of his dick like that with your hands on his chest, legs spread, face flushed and ready for him.

“don’t wanna be wakin’ anyone else up.”

yuuta

this man is about to end my whole career

yuuta wouldn’t bring it up on his own accord just because… respect.. and he doesn’t want to pressure you or make you uncomfortable into doing things you’re not ready to.

it’s kind of a gray area for him because he doesn’t relish the idea of bringing up sensitive and/or extremely awkward topics so he really said ‘i’ll leave it up to future me’s problem’

but holy shit. let me absolutely tell you.

the second you hint at it? anything of the sorts? 0 to 100. he is FREAKY you cannot tell me he’s innocent just LOOK at the man

can make you scream with ease. all that practice he’s been doing with handling katanas? he doesn’t need his dick to make you cum. will gladly lick up your leftover juices and remark with a smile on his face how ‘it tastes good, angel’

similarly to itadori, i think he would be sweet and patient when asking for your preferences, etc, but after that you’re gonna have to find something to bite onto

“and? what’d you tell her?” yuuta remarks from over his fanned out deck of three cards. his gaze flickers to you as he awaits a response before using his index and middle finger to lay down a +4 card.

“red, by the way.”

you huff and glare at your boyfriend, picking up four cards and attempting to hold them in such a way that they don’t all fall and rattle to the floor. truth be told? you’re seriously a sore fuckin’ loser. you don’t know how he does it, but you’ve never managed to win a game against yuuta.

“i told maki-san that it’s her problem, not mine. if she’s so pressed about people taking them, why does she keep noodles stored in the fridge? really, noodles in the fridge? they’re really spicy as well! made my nose run like hell.” you scoff in distaste, throwing down a random red card on the pile.

“you totally ate them didn’t you?” yuuta giggles, beaming you a wide smile.

“also.. told her that i didn’t see them instead but- yeah.”

“aren’t you worried she’ll find out? oh, and, uno.”

“she might just beat me up to be honest, and, uno, you say? not anymore, love.” you sneer, throwing down a +4 card.

“i want green.”

“i’d protect you.” yuuta states over his cards. you feel like cracking a joke and laughing, but there’s absolutely zero implication on his facial features to show that he’s joking. that, and his serious tone, of course.

you flip your cards down onto the table and yuuta squeaks, pointing towards them.

“uh- i can see your cards-“

“it’s okay, not like i was gonna win anyway.”

at this point, yuuta’s mind races a hundred miles an hour. he’s panicking, blood pressure raised, heart thumping and throat clogged. oh, shit, did he do something wrong? did he upset you? is it ‘cause he said he’d protect you with no regards to the fact that you’re perfectly capable of fending yourself off against maki? fuck, he’s such a god damn screw-up, can’t even take care of his girlfriend correct-

“hey.”

your fingertips slide around his neck, hands interlocking at the base of his head. your thighs balance on his lap and you straddle him, legs either side of his.

he can’t help but hitch his breath, holding it in as though one wrong move and you would dematerialise.

“what’re you thinking about in that head of yours?”

whether you’re referencing his mini panic attack just now, or if you’re referring to all the multiple times he’s battled just bending you over and railing the absolute shit out of you, there’s not much room for debate when you brush your clothed sex up against the print of his dick.

yuuta snakes his slender hands around your throat, holding it in place. you can feel the arousal pool and wash over you, and you’d be more than surprised if you hadn’t soaked through your clothes.

he lets out a breathy laugh, devastating your stomach with butterflies due to how attractive he sounds. yuuta’s soft lips brush the shell of your ear and his other hand moves to rest on your waist,

“why don’t i show you?”

before you can utter a tease something along the lines of “show me what? how you’re too scared to hit me in bed?” you’re already down, flipped over and bent over the table you and yuuta were using moments prior ago for uno. the cards have splattered all over the wooden floor and you only hiss in discomfort as the cool surface scratches against your delicate skin. your boyfriend towers over you, leaning down as his torso clicks into place against your back. even through his titanium white jacket, you can feel his calm and collected heartbeat. he rests his head on your shoulder, nudging his face into you.

“don’t scream, okay? or, try not to, at least-“

his warm fingertips ghost over the curve of your ass, where he pinches the skin there before delivering a loud slap. you squeak, back arching as you jolt from the action. he proceeds by grabbing the inside of your thighs, long middle finger hoisting around your underwear and pulling it to the side. he makes note of the red lingerie you’re wearing and gives you a small chuckle, peppering a kiss to the side of your face.

“-unless, of course-“

“-you’d prefer everyone hear me fuck you stupid.”

“safe word’s blue, angel. i love you and thank you.”

truth be told, you were never sure what to expect from yuuta. hell, you’d never really seen the man’s dick before, sure you caught glimpses in the morning whenever he’d wake up but it’s really not the same. nothing in the world can compare to the first time you felt his piping hot tip brush up against your slicked cunt. and it was embarrassing, actually, the way your pussy was seething for him already.

with a firm hold on your tailbone, yuuta utilises his lower body strength to ram his dick all the way inside. there’s a garbled and choked moan that hisses from you when you feel your walls wrap and deform around the girth of yuuta’s dick. you whine even more so when you can physically feel a thick vein that decorates his shaft.

“the mirror.” yuuta commands in a low tone, redirecting you to glance at the same mirror you’d always fantasised about him fucking you in front of.

his eyes are half lidded, riddled with concentration. it reminds you of that feral and focused gaze he gets during serious battles.

“don’t look at me. look here.”

you trail the outline of yuuta’s arm veins as a result of him rolling his uniform sleeves up; following his v line that points towards his dick. you can only gawk in awe when you realise you’ve taken him to the base of his shaft.

his gaze locks with yours for a split second and he snaps his hips out until just about his tip is visible inside your cunt.

and shit, if his pretty pink cock isn’t the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen, especially with that attractive curve. you’re sure the gesture is just to wind you up, but you can’t help but swoon at him showcasing his pride to you.

“so- mmhf- pretty-“ you whine, words jumbled and breath caught when he slams his dick inside without any prior warning. you can only shriek in exclamation when his tip bruises your cervix, and you’re unsure whether you lament the sensation or not.

he only gives you a cheerful hum, reminding you of his usual cheery disposition. it’s not until then that you realise how much of a fucking beast he’s acting right now.

“right? i’ll put it to good use, i promise.”

gojo

- i know we’re all thinking the same thing here lmfao

- trying to sleep? good for you, now, open your legs for satoru.

- oh you can’t sleep? atta girl, down on your knees for satoru.

- bye i can literally imagine gojo saying some dumbass shit like “think you were trying to sleep but i couldn’t help but think how good my dick would look down your throat like that. sorry, love, you’re not sleeping tonight.”

you blink your eyes in turn with the cicadas chirping aside, stifling a yawn. everything around you down to the very last detail screams at you to sleep, but you just cannot. from the pitch black night that floods the room obscurely, to gojo’s even and quiet breathing beside you. you’ve tried it all. you’ve counted an excess amount of sheep, you’ve tensed and relaxed your body more than you can remember. hell, no matter how many times you’ve flipped the pillow you always seemed to feel less exhausted each time.

you can’t watch netflix, because you’ve binged all your favourite shows. it’s not that you’d wake gojo up because, who cares? by the time you finish scrolling through the endless lists it’ll be time to get up.

you ponder over the things you can do, continuing to subconsciously blink furiously. that is until gojo makes note of your stupid actions and starts giggling like a high schooler at his first sleepover.

“what the hell are you doing?” he snorts, cackling into the pillow like it’s the best joke he’s heard for quite some time.

“shut up, satoru. i’m trying to sleep you ass.” you tut at him, berating him for ruining your divine concentration.

gojo audibly shifts onto his stomach, his right arm crosses over the back of his head as he lazily rests his palm onto his scalp. the other arm preoccupies itself by landing it smack bang onto your chest, fingers wandering up to cup your breast.

“satoru, huh? that’s daddy for ya” he remarks, still giggling in a state of half asleep.

“uh-huh. goodnight.” you dismiss him and his nonsense.

“just go take a shower. always helps me whenever i can’t sleep.”

“hm? you’re giving me actual good advice and being a normal boyfriend? i think i might be asleep already, this is the best dream ever.” you remark sarcastically, prying gojo’s glued wrist off of your breast and sitting up. you could go for a shower, actually. you’re not sure why but it’s always so therapeutic to take one at night rather than the morning.

“huuuh? how could you say that? you’re so mean, (y/n)-chaan! i offered you my love and the world and this is how you repay m-“

“-goodnight satoru. i love you.”

“don’t think professing your love for me will change my mind! i’m still upset at you right now, young lady!” gojo shouts from over his pillow, exclaiming and irritating you in the way he knows how to best.

“yeah, yeah. okay.” you mumble softly to yourself, bearing a wide grin from ear to ear nonetheless.

when you move to crank the water on in the shower, you realise that you didn’t bring along a change of clothes. you momentarily pop back into the bedroom to ransack the drawer for anything that you can find.

“are you back to apologise for being so mean to me?” gojo whines and you can see the pout evident on him even when it’s pitch black.

“no, i’m just here for clothes, satoru.”

you hear him mumble something but it’s muffled by the sheets he’s underneath so you don’t heed any attention to it and resume in taking a shower to help keep your insomnia at bay.

with a ginger step and a small ‘oopf’, you heave yourself into the large shower that only a headass like gojo would bother buying. it’s reminiscent to what a hot tub looks like on the inside, with surrounding jets practically in a full 360 degrees. the things so steep that there’s a small step up in front of the shower outside the actual structure. it must have cost quite the fortune.

you reach in for the built in shelf to grab ahold of some of your toiletries as you allow the water to fall in a gentle sprinkle, almost like rain. there’s an audible squeeze reminiscent to trying to get the last ounces of ketchup as you apply some body gel to your hands, lathering it up.

despite standing, the warmth of the water leads your muscles to feel less tense. the only noteworthy downside is that the running water is tremendously loud. how on earth is gojo sleeping through all that racket?

slender fingertips ghost over your inner thighs. you can feel his wet and sturdy chest in place against your spine.

“surprised to see me?”

“you know i can’t let my baby talk shit like that.”

really? that’s his issue at hand here?

“so which is it?”

“acting like an intolerant brat because you’re tired or ‘cause you wanna get dicked down?”

gojo loops his arm underneath your leg, bending it up. you almost topple over in the process and you lay one hand flat against the tile.

“don’t answer that. sometimes it’s so obvious that you’re such a whore for my dick.”

“huh?! what the shit are you saying?” you snap at how correct he is.

gojo yanks your face back, digging his fingers into your cheeks as he forces you to face him. it almost sends your neck into two pieces, straining to look back at him.

“oh, really princess? just the other day you were begging me to fuck you”

“remember that? couldn’t wait so you rode me in the car? you know, baby, all you gotta do is ask.”

your legs tremble and psyche wobbles when he pries your mouth open with his thumb, promptly before spitting into it.

“don’t bother with the bullshit. i’ll play the games, not you.”

he drags his hard cock against the curve of your ass, slapping it against you.

“i don’t think i feel like fuckin’ you right now.” gojo sneers, humming sardonically. his lips quickly latch onto yours when you spin around to meet his gaze. like the fucker he is, gojo moans and whines into the kiss- lips ravaging you whole and tongue capturing your essence.

“baby girl, i was gonna let you top me. you know i don’t let anyone do that.”

his long middle finger prods against your cunt, forcing itself in with ease.

“damn, you’re soaked. you really wanted to milk me dry that bad?”

you hate him. hate him so fucking bad. he flashes you that attractive smile of his, azure eyes sparkling and snow white hair disturbed with water.

gojo pulls his finger out before sucking onto it in front of you, lapping all the excess arousal off.

“i’m not playing with you tonight.”

toji

- i literally don’t even need to say anything here

- just be sure to make a hospital check up appointment or something

- um-i uh- please remember to breathe after this one? maybe touch some grass? ALSO my first time writing for toji AAA i hope he’s okay

maybe if you don’t breathe? nah, that wouldn’t work. there’s still air acting around your limbs when you move so you’d be disturbing the barriers there. let’s see… maybe bit by bit? surely if you slowly inched his shirt up? then again, wouldn’t toji chew you out halfway through? maybe you should just give it to him straight up? just slip your hand under his shirt. come on. but he looks so peaceful, sleeping like that.. long eyelashes fluttered closed, lips relaxed and not scowling. his eyebrows are softly arched. he looks so soft, lips parted, chest rising and falling with every breath.

fuck it. just do it. cuddle him already.

you muster up all your courage in one fell swoop and you bend one leg over toji, resting it just above his groin. your right arm sprawls out over his chest and your hand rests against his toned arm. he’s already sleeping with one arm bent up with his hand supporting the back of his head, so you utilise the free real estate to nestle your head in the crook of where his shoulder and collarbone meet.

when he doesn’t move after a while, you deem your life to be safe and exhale with ease.

“you’re not asleep.” toji states in a groggy, husky tone. it’s supposed to be a question, but, coming from him it almost sounds like a challenge.

“yes?” you squeak out meekly.

“‘yes?’ you asleep or not?”

“i can’t sleep again.” you murmur against his shirt and he exhales a small sigh. the arm that you’re clinging onto moves to draw small circles on your thigh that rests on toji.

“when’d you notice?” you inquire, glancing down at his large wrists.

“like five minutes ago. nice try, kid.” toji snorts indifferently, chuckling at your behaviour.

when you don’t make an effort to respond, toji’s interest peaks and he lets out a small hum of intrigue when he follows your gaze.

he turns his head, brushing his lips up against your temples.

“see anything interesting down there?”

“as a matter of fact-“

you nestle yourself in between toji’s large and built thighs, digits curling around the waistband of his boxers. he only smirks at you through the dark, cock twitching through the fabric. you notice toji hover his hips up so that you can slide his boxers off for him and you happily oblige.

“-i do.” you chime, licking your lips.

it’s cute, though, if you thought toji was gonna let you handle him like that all by yourself.

as you kiss a trail up his thick shaft, toji yanks ahold fistfuls of your hair before grabbing your face off of his cock.

“who said you could suck my dick? that’s real cute.”

“thinking you actually have a place in my house.”

“i didn’t train you to be such a depraved slut. know your fucking place, because this isn’t it.”

“how many times do i gotta tell you? you don’t belong here. look around. do you see anything that shows a woman lives here? no? that’s because you’re nothing but a fuck doll for me.”

toji hisses out profanities at the gag you spew when he slams your tiny little mouth back down on his dick.

“lose the teeth you imbecile. unless you’re trying to tell me that you can’t suck my dick properly.”

incessant whines and garbled sentences are muffled by toji’s cock. whatever remnants you had of your vision are nothing but a blur as tears stream your cheeks, nose running and sniffles resurface in a repeating pattern over the slick sounds of slurping and gagging. your mouth stretches as far as it can go and the corners of your lips shriek in despair. you can feel the skin there stretch and pull beyond what’s considered normal.

even through all that, you manage to glance up at toji through your water logged lashes. you’ll be a good girl for him. you need to be.

“fuuuck. that’s a pretty sight.” he grumbles and a deep chuckle resonates through his chest. within a few moments, toji fumbles to reach for something.

you can only wince and screw your eyes at the suddenly blinding flash of a light in front of you. one can only assume he’s taken a photo of you in your humiliating state.

you can feel the fear settle into your veins when that telltale ping of a message being sent vibrates throughout the room. if you were to listen hard enough, you could hear a notification go off in the next room over.

your throat feels raw, jaw tense and locked open. it’s been a good twenty minutes of toji face fucking you to teach you a valid lesson. it’s all in the will of him wanting to drag this on, savouring every miniscule slurp, whimper or gasp. when his strokes start to feel sloppier than usual, you can’t help but feel relieved.

as you squirm about due to toji shooting hot ropes of his thick cum down your throat, the door softly clicks open.

“megumi. you’re just in time.”

“she’s way more obedient than your mom ever used to be.”

[olives-and-sunshine]

"Would you still love me if I was a worm?"

Eddie Munson x Nala (Fem OC)

Word Count: 750

Summary: While high, Nala asks Eddie if he would still love her if she was a worm.

Warnings and Content: Tooth-rotting fluff and silliness, mentions of both Eddie and Nala being high

A/N: This was written in the middle of the night lol. Nala and Eddie are in a queerplatonic relationship. A poll I made said that more people wanted just an x reader version of this rather than both, but I overwrote that decision and posted both. The x reader version of this is here, if you wanna read it.

Nala was lying on Eddie’s bed, staring at the ceiling. The room vibrated with the noise of Judas Priest playing through the speakers of his cassette player. Eddie was laying his head on her stomach, his eyes closed as he hummed along. She played with his hair as she closed her eyes. Judas Priest was interesting music to listen to when high, and she was fairly high. They both were, although Eddie was more high than she was. She hated the feeling of synesthesia and losing her awareness when stoned. But she liked the calmness and how lightweight she felt when high. “Would you still love me if I was a worm?” She asked, breaking the silence.

Eddie stayed silent for a minute before bursting out laughing. “What?”

Nala tried to not laugh, but she eventually caved, joining him. “You heard me. Would you still love me if I was a worm?” She asked between giggles.

He got up off her stomach and turned so he could look at her, leaning over her. His eyes scanned her face. “Who says I love you?”

She gently shoved him with her foot in the stomach. “Dick.”

He dramatically fell back, sprawling over the bed. He laid there for a second before he broke out in giggles again. He got back up, leaning over her again. “I’m sorry, Bambi, I didn’t mean it,” he whined, tucking a piece of hair behind her ear. She jokingly pouted and looked away. In response, he leaned down and kissed her forehead. “You’re high as shit,” he started giggling again. When she looked back over and their eyes met, so did she.

Midst their fit of giggles, breathlessly he said, “But of course, I’d still love you if you were a worm. What kind of fucking question is that?” She laughed harder, but he continued. “That being said, we all know you’d be something more metal like a cicada, or a mean beetle. Or ooo, something that bites.”

“Hey, I don’t bite!”

“The bite marks that currently litter my body beg to differ.”

“...Okay that’s fair, but worms are hella metal! Some are both male and female and can impregnate themselves. And they decompose things! Nothing is more metal than composure and death.”

“You have a good point. But still. So you would be a decomposer, you’d still be a beetle or something. My point is…” he trailed off for a second, poking her in the cheek. She grabbed his finger and interlocked their hands, letting them settle on her stomach. “I’d love you no matter what creepy crawly bug or creature you were. I’d go to the library, research what you’d need to thrive, and then put you in a little enclosure I made for you. I’d feed you whatever you’d want, even if that means catching other tinier bugs for you. And I’d take you out occasionally so you could get sunshine. And if you were really unhappy, I’d let you be free to live out your little bug life, so you can go fuck another bug, have kids, and go decompose things, and continue the cycle of life. If not, you could just live here with me, in your little bug enclosure.”

Eddie was staring out the window as he said all this, but she just stared up at him, in awe at the way he turned a silly joke into the sweetest monologue ever. She sat up and tackled him into a hug, knocking them both over on the bed, till she was on top of him. He laughed, wrapping his arms around her and kissing her head, “What?”

She pulled away to look at him. “That was the sweetest, cheesiest, monologue I’ve ever heard about me or bugs. You’re the best.”

“Of course, Bambi. And, if we were both bugs, no matter the type of bug we were, even if we were different bugs, we’d live together in bug harmony. We’d find a way.”

“Dawwww, how sweet. We could live out our little bug lives together and decompose stuff. How adorable of us.”

“Of course. We’re the most adorable duo ever,” he pulled her close to him, her head resting on his chest. He kissed the crown of her head again, and they both closed their eyes, just resting and enjoying each other’s presence. “We should probably move at some point, though. We are lying on my bed diagonally.”

She nuzzled her face into his chest, sighing contently. “Shhhh later. I’m comfy.”

[babyboy-cody]

ommgggg Can you plz right about Grayson choking his girl for the first time during sexyy times 👀

yes.. yes i can ;) i didn’t mean for this to get so long. also this is dedicated to @bubsdolan for inspiring me and being my number one supporter <3

The speed of Grayson’s hips pounding into yours was enough to make you nearly pass out. Your bodies were slick and sticky with sweat. The sheets were rumpled and pulled away from the corners of the bed. Your toes were curled so hard that you can feel a muscle being pulled. It was damn near painful, but you couldn’t care less as you stared up at this Greek god of a man gruffly moaning and breathing heavily above you. His chain dangled above your face, and you wrapped your hand around it to pull his sweaty face down to yours. Grayson rests his elbows on either side of your head, lips crushing against yours in a deep, hard, wet, tongue filled kiss. Your hands comb through his damp and unruly hair, grabbing the curled ends desperately.

“G-Grayso-on,” you brokenly moaned against his lips, spreading your thighs wider as he used his entire body to grind so deep inside your deliciously wet pussy. “Oh god,” you squeaked, eyes rolling back and mouth falling open.

“I’m here, baby,” he pants, swinging your legs over the crook of his elbows to basically fold your body in a way that has your knees pressing into your chest. He gives a nice deep thrust, eliciting a high pitched moan from you. “Thaaat’s my girl.” God, he was so cocky.

The pace and position was almost perfect... almost. There was something missing. Something to finally push you over the edge, to make you see stars and black spots. You need something new. When Grayson’s hand grabs your face to push your head back against the pillows, his fingers on one cheek with his thumb on the other, it finally clicked into your mind.

“Hand hand hand, give me your hand, please,” you whimpered as he slowed his thrusts, slightly confused with your requests.

His thick brows furrowed when grabbed his large hand and placed it on your throat, staring up at him with pure lust and excitement in your eyes as you lightly bite your bottom lip. Grayson moans lowly and bends down to press a hard kiss to your swollen lips, so very lightly squeezing your throat as he begins to speed up his thrusts. You gasp and grabbed onto his hairy and veiny forearm as the other grabs onto the pillow under your head.

“Oh god oh god oh my god,” you breathlessly chant, inner thighs trembling as the heat in your stomach spreads lower and lower and lower until the throbbing in your clit increases.

“Filthy fuckin’ girl,” Grayson growls and fucks into you much faster and harder than before, his balls slapping against your ass and his hand tightening around your throat. “My girl is such a fucking slut.”

“Yesyesyesyesyes!!” You squealed, nails digging deep into his tanned skin, your hips bucking and grinding up as your clit gets rubbed from his pelvis. “I’m go-nna cum!! Oh fuuucccckkk!!!”

“Do it for me, baby. Fucking cum all over this dick,” he grunts and bares some of his weight against your throat with his hand, making you feel so lightheaded and floaty. Dots begin to appear in your line of vision as your eyes roll back as if you’re being possessed. There’s ringing in your ears as your temples throb. You’re not sure if you’re screaming or thrashing.

Your wetness gushes all over Grayson’s thighs, pelvis, and his dick. He lets out a choked moan and quickly pulls out, using his cock slide up and down your slick pussy, tapping his mushroomed tip against your swollen clit as he quickly jerks off. “Fuucckk..” he breathlessly groans as his cum spills all over your stomach and tits. He loosens his hold around throat and gently rubs your buzzing clit with his thumb, grinning arrogantly when you whimper and twitch away.

Your arms are thrown around your face as you pant hard and heavy into them. Your eyes are closed and you can hear and feel your erratic heartbeat as it tries to slow. You can also feel throbbing in your thighs and pussy begin to set in. Grayson leans over to the side to grab the damp hand towel he set there before your activities, the previous warmth now cold. He gently cleans the wetness away between your thighs, apologizing softly when you whimper.

“You did really good tonight, angel,” he tells you softly, wiping away the cum splattered all over your torso and breasts. “Kinda shocked me a little bit.”

You sluggishly giggle and remove your arms from your face to look at your handsome man. His bronze skin has a soft glow from the lamp light. His muscles jump briefly as he wipes himself down as well. You slowly close your thighs, wincing and getting more comfortable against the pillows.

“Did... Did you like it?” You nervously asked, playing with your fingers as you watched his naked self walk around the bed to bend down towards the customized mini fridge you got him last Christmas. “I know we haven’t really had a serious conversation about the kinky things we like, but I was just so into it that I wasn’t really thinking and I don’t wanna weird you out with the stuff I’m into and..”

You trail off when you look at him, spotting the grin on his face as he opens a small bottle of cold water and hands it to you while opening his own. You take a few small sips, moaning softly as the cool liquid slides down your dry throat. Grayson takes a seat beside you and sits against the headboard.

“I think that...” He motions with his hand and shrugs. “What we did was the hottest shit we ever did before.”

“Really?” Your eyes bugged out of your head. “Hotter than when you fingered me in the car last week?”

He nods and grins at the memory.

“Hotter than me cockwarming you during movie night yesterday?”

He nods and lets out a small hum.

“Hotter than-”

“Yes,” he laughs. “It was new. And it was hot. And I really fucking liked it. I don’t know if you could tell from the way I literally almost ripped my dick off from cumming all over you.”

You giggled and lightly slapped his hard chest, the slap probably doing nothing but feeling like a kitten’s soft paw. It was silent for a few seconds as he massages your scalp and takes another sip of water.

“So...” You trailed off. “Maybe next time I can choke you?” You were half joking and half serious, but when Grayson looks down at you with a smirk, you realize that he takes it seriously.

“Don’t make me start round four, babe.”