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fruithoughts · 6 months ago

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In this world there are a couple of absolute truths; the sun will explode someday, the water is wet, capitalism is a demon and of course, Yoon Jeonghan is madly in love with his best friend.

CW: agegap(he’s 29 and she’s 23, they met when she was 19 and he was 25), bigdick!Jeonghan, fem!reader, friends to lovers, he’s so condescending but in the sweetest way?? what an asshole omg, one reference to him being a smoker, idiots in love, a lil bit of dom!jeonghan.

It's a classic, from the very first time they met, the bastard already knew he was going to end up in bed with the pretty girl with the coffee colored eyes, she retorted his unfunny jokes even when her red cheeks gave away that she was embarrassed, played along all of his little games just to give him hope that this time she had fallen into the hands of the big bad wolf, she was made just for him.

The special treatment Jeonghan provided her didn't sneak under anyone's noses, it was obvious, the only person other than himself that he allows to win during table games, just one look at him with that curious puppy face is enough to make him melt whole, he’s that weak. The only person he listens to when she tells him to stop cheating in games, that guy would give all of the stars in the universe to his girl, would fix the ozone layer in 3 business days max if she complained about global warming today.

"I could live like this" oh, that persisting little thought, always wandering in the man's head while he is around his friend, just waiting for the right moment to invade his frontal lobe and consequently force his heart into beating fast like crazy by making him think about the calm and happy life he could have alongside his love.

The dreamer thinks and thinks while waiting for his girl to finish brushing her teeth, a silly smile stamped on his rascal face as he stares at the ceiling of her room, ironically, they were watching Friends in her bed, as always; against the will of his girl who insisted that the series was silly and he only liked it because he was old.

As strange as it can sound, they had already slept in the same bed hundreds of times, most of those times due to Hannie’s habit of refusing not to take her with him everywhere he went, which more than often left them with only one hotel room to share, these nights were the most special, nothing sexual happened, which made them even more intimate.

The pointless conversations before bed, faces a few inches away as they discuss each and every scenario that his favorite girl proposes, "What name would you give your child? What if it was a girl?", "If the world ended and only the two of us were left, where would we go? Would you protect me?" She was always more touchy with him when she was tired, he loved every second of it. They cuddled until the princess fell asleep, her warm breath on his neck drove him wild, he wanted to fill her face with kisses, but he never had the courage, always waiting for the right time.

Now that once again he found himself in his friend's bed, just a month or so before his military service called for him, he wondered if he let the right time pass right by him at some point in the last 4 years, it was his biggest fear. What if the fact that he had hookups here and there over the years made her think he had no interest in her? What if the fact that he kept posting stories and photos with her made her come to the conclusion that he doesn't have romantic feelings for her because he wouldn't risk showing his possible future girlfriend to fans, and only posts things with her exactly because they’re completely platonic?

With the date of the inevitable farewell between the lovebirds approaching, something had changed, Jeonghan couldn't quite figure out exactly what it was, but things were different. His girl always loved him(just not in the way he desired so much), he always knew that, she, who was always closed off with others; had no problem holding his hand under the blanket while watching movies or laying her head on his shoulder during car trips while Seungcheol screamed at Dokyeom because he took the wrong turn again, these moments felt like little secrets, his pretty flower laughing softly at the car fights while the bastard uses their proximity to draw invisible shapes of hearts and dicks on her bare thigh until he gets his hand slapped away when she inevitably realizes what he was drawing, in they’re little world in the back seat, no one would ever know.

Well, never? Maybe it was the wrong word, especially now that everything has changed. For some reason, his friend suddenly started offering him 3 times the attention he was used to receiving from her, holding his arm while waiting in line at the grocery store, hugging his waist and hiding her face behind his back while waiting for the uber, deliberately holding his hand as they strolled through some parking lot, suddenly her behavior made it obvious to anyone with eyes to see that they were in a romantic relationship, Jeonghan was in heaven.

He wanted to fantasize, to dream, to believe that this change was due to the fact that now that he's going away, she finally realized that she loves him, that she's always loved him and that they should be together, but part of him just can’t get over the possibility that she might have just gotten extra comfortable now that she realized he's going soon, and decided to give him all the attention in the world because she’ll miss his friend.

Things were not going according to plan and it made him nervous, restless... What was the plan? To confess as soon as he was discharged from military service, his group would be on a semi-hiatus for at least two more years after his return due to the younger ones serving, it was the perfect time to develop their relationship, he was sure they would get married early too, after all, for how long do you date after being extremely close for 4 whole years? He knows his princess like the back of his hand and she has him around her little finger, she knows everything, his whole life, all of his habits, allergies, fears and almost all his greatest desires.

— Stop thinking about other things while I'm here — His girl's voice as she enters the room takes Jeonghan out of his train of thoughts, staring at her until she reaches the bed and crawls over to him to go cuddle again.

— Am I only allowed to think about you? — he asks, arching one of his eyebrows as soon as he has her in his arms, lying on top of him. — When you're at my house, yes. — She replies grumpily and Jeonghan laughs when he feels his torso being squeezed closer to her, draping one arm over his baby’s back, also squeezing her closer before depositing a little kiss on the top of her head, there's nothing this man wouldn't give to have this right here every day.

The conversation comes and goes as usual, they talk about life dramas and gossips from their respective groups of friends, some complaints about annoying and inconvenient people, just as inconvenient as...

— And that little guy you were hooking up with? Did you get tired of him already? — Jeonghan asks as if he hasn't spent the last two weeks brooding with jealousy, just the possibility of that idiot having touched his girl makes him want to rip off his own face with his bare hands. He’s not possessive at all, clearly.

She huffs before replying — And that makeup artist you were clinging to? How is she? — the tone of the question tone made Jeonghan roll his eyes, he only had a little affair with that woman, a few kisses for a week and they slept together once, no big deal, and obviously it didn't mean anything to him, just like all his hookups never did. The man's distant behavior towards the people he fucked with was always a reason for a fights between them and most of the time it was the reason for the "breakup" of said hookup status, but why would he try to feel anything for any of his fuck buddies when his true love was just around the corner? He was just paving the way.

— You know it was nothing, it never is — the man feels her little eyes burning through his face as he avoids meeting her vision, he knows where his answer will take him, he hates this part — And when will it start to be something? You're getting old, you know… — she says teasing the possibility of her friend dying alone, he knows she's joking, but that's no comfort to how much it hurts not to have the courage to just hold her face and take what he spent the last 4 years wishing for so much, Jeonghan is patient, but people can hold on for only so long before snapping.

— And when are you going to start dating? Deceiving those little boys is not very nice on your part — he received an indignant look from his friend, getting exactly where he wanted, the part where he takes control of the conversation back. It was no new's article that Jeonghan didn't really like anyone's face, the problems were always repeated in one way or another, "He's too young, he won't know how to treat you right.", "Look at the way he talks, I could bet five hundred dollars that this guy gets grossed out by the idea of eating pussy, he's just a little boy.", "Beautiful, look at the things this guy posts, he doesn't even know how to talk like a normal person and do you think he'll know how to fuck you?".

It wasn't exactly hard to figure out that Jeonghan doesn't approve of the possibility of his dear and beloved friend being a guy the same age as her, they are immature and gangly, they don't know how to do it the same way he does, they don't have the time and money to be able to take care of her like he can.

The silence coming from his petal makes him worried immediately, if that son of a bitch hurt his love’s heart, he doesn't even know what he's capable of doing — What happened, bunny? — he knew she hated the nickname, he called her by it anyway to get her out of her own head, his princess always thought too much, and he, as her perfect match, knew exactly how to bring her back to the real world.

She sighed before shyly admitting — You were right… — he felt a wave of satisfaction run through his entire body, he loved it when his theories about the girl's hookups ended up being accurate — What was Hannie right about, hm? Tell me. — he received a slap on his arm and could tell just from her breathing that his pretty little thing was sulking like never before.

— He didn't even know how to hold a conversation! He didn't talk about anything worthwhile, he didn't have anything to do with life, he was a bore! — she vented, obviously it was something that had been bothering her for a long time, and who wouldn't be bothered when it's impossible to find a nice guy? Nobody had an interesting back and forth, a way of talking that made her all soft, a way of being that was all unique and special, there was no one like that. There was no one like him.

Jeonghan saw life pass before his eyes, the hand that was on the girl's back unconsciously squeezed her waist a little harder, with his eyes still fixed on the ceiling, for a moment he really considered that he was finally going insane, would she ever notice? Was that what they were going to be for the rest of their lives?

Friends who run into each other's arms to receive the affection and love many couples out there can't dream of having for each other while complaining that they can't find the "right person"? Would she ever really find someone who matched her? Someone who isn't him? Someone who doesn't deserve his girl at all, someone who hasn't spent literal years learning all the little details and parts of her life and worked so hard to be the best friend she could ever have, someone who doesn't love her the same way he does, someone who won't know how to make her cum as good as she deserves, someone who… — Jeonghan? — like the devil, that sweet, sweet voice calls to him, and by this point, he's been starving for quite a while.

— I'd make you the happiest woman in the world if you’d let me — the words lingered in the air for a few seconds that seemed like an eternity, he felt his doll's heart start to act as if she had just run a marathon, the strong beats against his chest seemed to mimic the beating of his own heart, which she surely felt too. He didn't even realize when exactly he closed his eyes out of pure fear of having ruined everything, he also didn't dare to open them when he felt her moving around on top of him, when he thought he couldn't stand to stay there any longer without running.

He felt the sweetest kiss this universe has ever dared create, immediately his hands went to his... friend’s? Face, kissing her back fervently, Jeonghan could cry if he didn't have so much adrenaline in his body after confession, the position was already perfect, they were grabbing and pulling and rubbing on each other for so long, maybe twenty minutes? Maybe two hours? Four days? It was hard to discern silly things like the time when he finally had his girl exactly where he had always wanted her.

— I don't want you to go, Jeongie... — she confessed breathlessly, holding onto collar of the baggy shirt the man wore as if he was going to disappear as soon as she let go, those shiny little eyes were capable of making him fight 9 wars, weed 5 batches, discover the cure for 13 diseases, achieve anything that could possibly make her stay with him forever.

— I know, I know, my love — he laid her on the bed with all of the care in the world, only to then, like an addict, go back to enjoying his girl's delicious mouth while he tested the territory by caressing the soft skin of her waist and belly under her pajama top — Do you love Hannie? Do you not want him to leave? — Yoon Jeonghan was worse than any whore, he wants to hear that he wasn't the only one who’s obsessed, that he's not the only one who spent the last 4 years losing nights of sleep and wasting who knows how much bath water while thinking about his best friend.

He feels his princess's warm little hands begin to explore his torso, scratching his chest and waist, sinking her sharp nails into the skin of his shoulders and the sides of his abdomen so, so deliciously, if he was a little less patient he would have already given up doing things slowly — Wait for it, you'll how learn to be patient, bunny. — Jeonghan commanded firmly when he felt his pants being pulled down little by little. His girl would be lying if she said she wasn't dying to give in, the bulge in his pants was more than enough to scare her off, but she knew her Hannie would never hurt her — You'll wait for me to fuck you when you’re ready to take it, without complaining, gonna be good to me.

The prep was long, this man didn't rest until he made his little doll cum in his mouth, then with his long and precise fingers, then with the both, he paused between the three of them so he wouldn’t overwhelm his sweet girl, he did everything to make her as open up as much possible but it would still take time to be able to fuck hard when he entered her little heaven, he was at peace with it, in fact, he was already in paradise just by eating her out.

The one who wasn't at peace was her, this asshole was too hot for his own good, if she had the strength she would have already ripped off this motherfucker's underwear with her own teeth, unfortunately no one tells you how hard it is to find the strength to be angry with someone after they just gave you the three best orgasms of your life.

— You look so much happier, baby, just needed someone to treat you the way you like — his lips and chin glittered with her honey, if they weren't so close, she would probably be ashamed to have gotten so wet, but he deserved it — It impresses me that you didn't suffocate down there, with those black lungs. They must look like two raisins — she jokes while pulling him by the shirt to get on top of her again, wiping the sweet juice from his chin with her thumb, only to put it directly in her friend's mouth, who happily received the dirty act and sucked her thumb clean.

— I won't even tell you what I'm going to leave looking like a raisin if you don't drop the attitude — he joked right back before kissing her, drunk in love. That was it, everything he ever wanted, just him and his woman locked in the bedroom, smiling like two idiots while making each other feel good, this could last forever, but now he was the one who couldn't wait any longer, all it took was her looking up to him though her eyelashes, giving him the puppy eyes he fell in love with all those years ago, it was all it took for him decided he couldn't take it anymore — Take it off, I'm tired — he says while letting his hands fall to the sides as he knelt on the bed, in front of her, looking down to his pants basically saying "if you want it, then come and get it", this scoundrel is very lucky to have such a beautiful face, otherwise he would have been punched already.

When the little game and fights were finally over and the time finally came, he entered very slowly, truly enjoying every second of his precious time and honestly, as much as it killed him to see his little princess in pain... Jesus Christ, that expression with her eyebrows tensed up and half-lidded eyes while her red mouth moans his name just so sweetly is a sight dangerous enough to kill anyone. The scene left him all vulnerable, his knees risked failing, his fingers lost strength, and in the end, Jeonghan was a weakling for his girl.

Her little sounds were all he needed to start moving, extremely slowly, he needed to train her tight little hole to be fucked by a real man — Those little boys really did you wrong, hm? Doesn't feel like you’ve ever been fucked at all — he made a point of speaking as he watched the long drag of his cock into and out of his little angel, hypnotized.

— Shut up, Jeonghan — she said angrily, it was embarrassing to remember that she had been with other people when she could have spent all of this time getting eaten out this good instead. He replied — “Jeonghan"? Where's Jeongie, Hannie? Do you want me to stop fucking you so you can tell me about this "Jeonghan" guy? — his suggestion was answered with a loud sound of dissatisfaction, and with the little strength she had below her torso, she hugged his waist with her legs to keep him inside.

Watching her desperation filled him with all kinds of feelings, just thinking about how good he could fuck her when his princess was used to his size, he could start drooling right there. He sneaks his face into her neck to start another attack, leaving purple and red marks all over his flower’s shoulder, the easing of his thick cock inside her was too good to be true, he couldn't keep his mouth shut — Mine, mine, mine. — he whispered and grunted at her ear lobe.

Maybe that was just part of having sex with someone you know so well, but he even knew what the attempts of words she moaned meant, he knew she was fighting with him for deciding all on his own that she belonged to him, he knew his stubborn girl too well to not notice — Try disagreeing, go on — he tells her all whiny, imitating the tone of the moans of his now; girlfriend, according to his head — Tell me that you're not mine, that we belong to other people, that this pretty little pussy wasn't made just for me, go on, tell me — clearly the words affected her a lot, if her watery eyes tightening until they closed and her little hole threatening to expel him from being so tight were anything to be go by. He held her jaw tightly, forcing her to look at him. — If you're going to lie to me, lie to my fucking face.

She was going insane, he was doing it so, so well, but he was so slow… Even though a little bit pain was still present, fuck it! She was barely holding on from not trembling with desire, she wanted more, she wanted him — Stop treating me like I'm made out of glass, Jeongie! — she tried to sound bossy but the neediness refused to leave the girl’s voice, Jeonghan could have melted right there.

— And you’re not? What’s my doll made out of, then? — he grabbed one of his girl’s delicious thighs firmly, leaving a hard slap that would definitely leave a mark, it burned like hell and the bastard didn't help at all, he just held the abused meat again — What’s this, princess? Did it hurt? Are you gonna to cry? — the condescension seemed to overflow from his mouth just like his girl's juices overflowed from her puffy hole and stained the fluffy bed sheet with each deep thrust, which now, very slowly as to not hurt her, were taking on a faster rhythm that made her head spin.

Having thoughts that made sense was too much to ask of the poor thing who was getting the biggest cock beating of her life, she barely heard a word that came out of her beloved's mouth, she just stared at his lips, which used to be thin but were now full and red from the intensity of their love, she just wanted to kiss him again, she needed to be a good girl to kiss him again, did he say something? He said it, didn’t he? A... A question... What was it? "What’s this?" — It’s yours, Jeongie — she replied after using all her mental strength available at that moment, which wasn't much.

Jeonghan couldn't help but smile about how stupid he made his bunny — Mhm, it’s just mine, baby — he held her sweaty little face with gentleness that was completely alien if compared to the harshness of which his hips kissed hers. It was so deep, she felt so full, she never wanted it to end, it was too good, she wanted to cry with the fact that she couldn't hold it for much longer.

— Do you not want me to stop after you finish, princess? — he asked just so softly, finding it the most precious scene in the world when his flower frantically shook her head, going "No, no, no!", his cutest little thing — Don’t worry, doll, I’ll only stop when you’re dripping with cum.

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aothotties · 4 months ago

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Jean // NSFW // MDNI

Warnings: Unprotected sex, mirror sex, teasing, praise, Jean loves his wife so much, multiple orgasms, cream pies, overstimulation, reader calls Jean papa, mentions of breast milk.

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You had a baby six months ago and have recently began to lose the baby weight. You’ve changed your diet and stick to your exercises, but can’t help but notice the weight is taking forever to come off.

Sometimes you catch yourself staring too long in the mirror or even wearing more clothes around the house. Your husband Jean has also taken notice to your changes.

You two typically work out together at home which means you’re more likely to wear shorts and a bra, but since having your baby girl you’ve worn more leggings or sweatshirts.

Jean decides not to question the change until you’re ready to tell him yourself, but one day he catches you staring at yourself a little too long in the mirror and can’t help but intervene.

“Look at yourself, look in the mirror baby.” Your husband gently cups your jaw in his hand and tilts it upward until you’re facing the mirror.

You struggle to follow his instructions, the continuos pounding he’s giving you from behind causes your eyes to roll back into your head.

You bite down on your bottom lip to try and muffle your moans the best that you can. A few whimpers slip past your lips when he leans down to smash his mouth on yours.

He strokes your cheek with his thumb as your tongues drag against each others.

“You’re so fucking pretty, don’t you f-fucking forget it.” He fully pulls out of your dripping cunt and smirks at how desperate and whiny you become.

“I-I’m sorry, j-just don’t always feel pretty.” You pout and he bites down on your neck in return.

More of your sweet juices continue to drip out of your desperate cunt each time he nips on your skin.

He rubs his bulbous tip against your puffy clit and smirks at the sight of your gaping hole.

“Say the magic words baby girl, you know what I want to hear.”

You shake your head in protest and put your head down in embarrassment. He gently pulls your braids into a make shift ponytail to tug your head back.

“Tell papa how pretty you are, say it for me baby, please.” He kisses up your neck ever so sensually and you throw your head back to give him more access.

“I-I’m a pretty girl.” You whimper as you give in to his kisses. He smirks against your skin and guides your back onto his awaiting cock, but only the first few inches. He’s such a tease :(

“Jean! You promised.” You pout at his dishonesty and he shushes you with a soft kiss.

Your soft cheeks are held between his fingers as he guides your face to the mirror once again.

“You’re so beautiful, every single part of you.” He slides a few more inches of his hardened shaft into your weeping cunt.

You stare intensely at the mirror as his pretty pink cock fills you up. You throw your head back against his shoulder and grab his thigh for leverage.

You impatiently throw yourself back onto his dick, and go cross eyed at the feeling of him bottoming out inside of you.

“That’s right, take what’s yours.” He grunts into your ear, gently taking your lobe between his teeth before biting down.

He wraps a muscular arm around your waist and helps you bounce up and down on his cock.

“I-I love you papa! L-love you so much.” You say between moans, your eyes lock onto his and he feels like he’s about to explode.

“I love you so fucking much, my gorgeous girl.” He says through gritted teeth, little beads of sweat coat his forehead as he struggles to not cum too soon.

“A-all yours Papa! I-I’m your pretty girl.” You cry out before your orgasm washes over you. You choke on a moan when he oh so meanly rubs your overstimulated clit.

“Make a mess pretty girl, one more time for me.” He bites down on your neck as his fingers rub circles on your poor nub.

“Oh my god! Jean! Fuck fuck-“ You’re cut off as your sensitive cunt releases a gush of your juices.

He smirks as the sound of wet skin slapping gets louder with each thrust, his smirk is quickly wiped away when he feels his own orgasm approach.

He lets out a mantra of grunts as thick ropes of his warm cum flood your insides, you can’t help but whimper while he fills you to the brim.

“Was I too much?” He whispers against your skin, his large hands gently massage your thighs.

You shake your head and leave a kiss on his nose.

“Thank you for making me feel good, in more ways than one.” You thank him and he gives your hip a gentle squeeze.

“It’s my job to make sure you feel amazing at all times.” He responds, you giggle at the feeling of his scruff on your back.

Suddenly a few drops of something warm makes contact with Jeans hands and you chuckle.

“Is that milk?” He asks, and he can’t help but to lean forward to catch a glimpse.

He’s also embarrassed by how quickly his dick hardens at the sight of your engorged breast dripping with milk.

“Yeah it’s time for me to pu- ah Jean!”

“ ‘m sorry baby, can’t help myself”

What are you going to do with him?

Ari

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avocado-writing · 7 months ago

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Kinktober #12

12. Sex Toys // Dirty Talk // Breath Play (Logan Howlett x Reader x Wade Wilson)

By all accounts it should be a lovely evening. That restaurant you’ve been on the waiting list for for months finally ticked around, all of you dressed up nice. It’s fancy enough that when Logan does get recognised people leave him alone (this makes Wade pout in envy and you have to remind him that he, well, wears a mask). The three of you are tucked away in a booth away from wandering eyes, lit only in the chiaroscuro of a flickering candelabra.

Comforted by candlelight and the rich smell of cooking food, It is the perfect place for Wade to test you.

“Someone’s looking pretty fuckable in those dress pants,” Wade says, his hand resting on your knee, mouth at your ear. Two gestures which could be entirely genuine… but you know better. His tongue swipes at your lobe and his fingers threaten to trace higher, up your inner thigh, to somewhere far more illicit. He wants to be a menace and it’s fucking working.

“Wade…” you warn, and though your voice is firm there’s no real sincerity behind it. Yeah, you’d let him finger fuck you at a five-star restaurant. What of it?

“What, baby? I’m just pointing out there’s all this gourmet stuff on the menu but you’re the only thing here I wanna eat.”

You swat at him with said menu, earning a raised eyebrow from the maître d’. You pretend there was a fly and shoot him an apologetic look.

“I know how hot we get you. You’re probably dripping, right? Ready for us? You wanna be fucked in public by your boys, pookie?”

That goes directly between your legs. You have to adjust yourself against the leather seating.

“I…” there’s no fight left in your voice. Instead you look over to Logan beseechingly. If he tells Wade to stop maybe it’ll work.

Logan looks up from the menu slowly, and if you didn’t know him so well, you’d miss the playful spark which glints in his eyes.

“And tell you what, honey? That he’s wrong? That I wouldn’t bend you over this table and fuck you so hard it’d break the wood?”

Wade gasps to your left and you groan. Oh, no. Not him too…

“Yes! Come on, Marvel Daddy! Make this worth the Explicit tag in the header…”

Logan doesn’t acknowledge that but does close in to your other side. His breath is warm against the shell of your ear.

“Take turns on you. Or maybe both of us, one either side, everyone watching. I bet you’d like that,” he says with a devilish smirk.

“You kidding? I can see inside this head-” Wade gently taps your temple “-and thoughts are racing, baby. Tell us who’s in your pussy and who’s using your mouth. C’mon, maybe we could make it happen for real…”

Your face is turning so hot you’re gonna explode. Logan’s hand joins Wade as a partner on your other knee.

“Boys…” you try to sound no-nonsense but it just coming out pathetic and needy. They give you twinned smiles. A pair of predators closing in.

In an act of god a waiter comes over to take drinks orders at that moment and they’re forced to retreat. You steel yourself. There’s no way you’re getting through tonight in one piece…

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hippiegoth97 · 7 months ago

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Random Steve Thought #1

I don't write Steve very often, but here we go! (also my first time writing daddy kink, so be nice!)

Content Warning 18+ Only, Minors DNI: swearing, smut, established relationship, fem!reader, no use of y/n, pet names, cock warming, daddy kink, teasing, dirty talk, praise, unprotected sex, rough sex

Some tags: @rafeyscurtainbangs @loserboysandlithium @bimbogorewhore @queenimmadolla @keikoraven

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"Stop squirming, honey. You gotta be patient." Steve says in kind warning, his hands resting on your hips. You've been seated in his lap for the last hour, his stiff cock buried deep inside you. You'd been bothering him earlier while he was trying to work, teasing him and trying to tempt him into throwing his deadlines to the wayside for the sake of pleasing you. Unfortunately, it has backfired more than you could ever have imagined.

Steve made you strip, unbuckling his belt as you did so. He pulled his dick once you took your clothes off, giving it a couple of needy strokes. And then, he made you slowly sink down onto him, eating up the helpless whimper that escaped you as his thick cock split you open. Now here you sit, straddling the thighs of his khakis, waiting for him to let you start bouncing while he types away on his computer.

"Please, baby. I need it. Need you." You whine, your pussy constricting around him for the fiftieth time in this everlasting torture. It's taken everything in you to behave, any little shift Steve makes in his office chair makes you go just the tiniest bit more insane.

"Not yet, I'm not quite finished." Steve replies, too 'in the zone' to really pay much mind to your walls squeezing the hell out of him. It was tempting the first few times to give in and let you ride him to your heart's content, but now it's just a small, pleasurable action that motivates him to get his work done.

"Steve, you're killing me." You whine again, louder and more petulant this time. You decide to play a little dirty, leaning your head forward to start kissing his neck, whisper dirty things in his ear. If he wasn't so focused on his boring spreadsheets, you wouldn't dare to try this. Not if you didn't want to end up with your ass spanked raw, and get edged for far longer than this torment has gone on for. "Can't you feel how wet I am for you?" You ask against the firm skin of his throat, pressing a searing kiss on one of his freckles.

"I can." He answers simply, shifting a little in his seat at you teasing him. If he wasn't so close to finishing this damn thing, he'd be bending you over the desk to dole out your punishment. He allows you to keep going, letting out a muted groan when your teeth worry his flesh into a small bruise.

"Doesn't daddy wanna fuck this perfect little pussy? Hm?" You purr against the shell of his ear, taking his lobe between your teeth. He shivers at your words, making your smile spread. "C'mon, baby. Let me make you feel good. I'll do all the work, and you can get your little project done." You seductively suggest, backing up to meet his eyes. His glasses are perched on his nose, the numbers and columns of the spreadsheet reflected within the rectangular lenses.

Steve looks at you briefly, nodding his head. "Fine. Just don't block the screen." He gives you permission, and you nearly explode with happiness at getting what you desperately want.

"Wouldn't dream of it." You say with a giggle, wrapping your arms around him and laying your head on his shoulder to keep it out of the way. You slowly lift yourself up, gasping at the first motion you've been able to make since you first sank down on Steve's fat cock. You let yourself land on him hard, your ass cheeks clapping together from the force. "Fuck." You moan as his tip hits your g-spot perfectly. You repeat this a few more times, your noises growing louder and more needy with each rough bounce.

"Enjoying yourself, honey?" Steve asks, pressing a kiss to your own neck as he reaches the last few rows he has to fill out.

"Mhm, feels so good, daddy. Love how big you are, how you fill me up." You almost mumble the words, already cock-drunk from sitting in his lap for so, so long. You start to bounce more steadily now, rolling your hips to hit all the right angles inside your cunt. Your orgasm grows quickly deep within your belly, a roaring fire building higher and higher with each passing second. Your nails dig into Steve's back as you ride him, your pace gradually picking up a few strokes at a time.

"That's it, baby. Ride daddy's cock, fuck yourself on me as much as you want." Steve says through a moan, starting to feel the consequences of keeping himself sheathed inside you for so long. He's on the final line, nearly done with his work which feels utterly pointless now. Now, when he has you writhing in his lap like a bitch in heat, hopelessly trying to get yourself off. His fingers type furiously on the keyboard, the ceaseless clacking mingling with the slapping of skin and your beautiful noises.

"I'm getting close, Steve. Need you to help, make me cum, wanna make a big mess for you." Words of pleasure continue to spill from you, your climax nearing closer as you pick up speed yet again. Your muscles work overtime, riding Steve's dick with all your might. You can feel his balls tightening just behind you, he's right alongside you on the journey to bliss.

"You got it, baby." Steve says as he completes his work for the night. He doesn't even bother to close the program, or push away from his desk. The second his task is done, his hands meet your waist with a firm, yet loving grip. He leads you in your bounces, while also thrusting up into your soaked pussy. Your moans and whines only get louder, needier. And they are music to his fucking ears. "Look at me, honey. Watch daddy while he fucks you." He commands breathlessly, sweating through his shirt as his high approaches.

You lift your head to obey him, finding his bespectacled eyes boring into you with intense desire. "So close, so so close. Make me cum, need it so bad. Please, daddy, please, please..." You babble at him mindlessly, your brain completely shut off and only driven by the need to explode with ecstasy. You're almost in tears, clinging to his broad shoulders for dear life while you pound yourselves into one another.

"Keep going, baby. Such a good girl, you can do it. Make us both cum, help daddy make us cum." Steve murmurs back to you, just as drunk on your drenched pussy. The two of you don't stop, holding each other as close as you can, thrusting and bouncing like the world is going to end in the next thirty seconds.

Then, you feel it. The tell-tale signs of your orgasm. Your limbs start to go fuzzy, and the pleasure is almost too much to bear. Your insides begin to flutter, and an inhuman cry is just waiting to escape your lips. "Steve. Don't stop...Gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum..." You gasp as you're right on the edge, ready to burst into flames. "Oh, FUCK!" You cry out as the waves of bliss finally wash over you, crashing down hard as your thighs tremble.

"That's it, baby. Good girl." Steve grunts as your walls snap around him so tight, bringing him down right alongside you. "Shit." He hisses as thick white ropes spill from his cock, coating your insides with the sticky cum you crave. A long, low groan leaves him as he rides out both of your highs, thrusting into your pussy harsher and quicker until the pleasure dissolves. His head falls back, a sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips. You collapse forward into him, breathing hard against his shirt. "That's my girl." Steve coos, stroking your damp hair as the bright light of the computer shines down on your glistening body, all fucked-out and pretty, stinking of sex and sweat. Just the way he likes it.

#hippiegoth97 #fanfiction #smut #stranger things #hawkins #1980s #random steve thoughts #steve harrington #steve harrington x fem!reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington fanfiction

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the-fiction-witch · 3 months ago

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Greedy P2

Media - The Queens Gambit Character - Benny Watts Couple - Benny X Reader Reader - y/n Rating - 18 + hair pulling/ slut/ submission/forced orgasm/ pinv/ fullsex/ raw sex/ EJ/ shower sex/ couch sex/ overstimulation/ bj/ Word Count - 1695

Benny untied Y/n and set her loose,

Y/n went to the shower and started to set it all up for them, bending over to do so, keeping her pussy tight to keep his seed inside her.

Benny watched Y/n's perfect ass as she bent over to start the shower, He couldn't help but groan at the sight. “Damn, you have one hell of an ass,” He said, walking up behind her and pulling her close giving her ass a slap before he reached around and began to finger her, feeling how wet and tight she still was. “Fuck, you're still so damn wet,” He growled pulling her up and capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Benny broke the kiss and lifted Y/n into his arms, carrying her into the shower. He set her down on her feet under the warm spray, then reached for the body wash. “Let me wash you up baby,” He said with a smirk, pouring some of the body wash into his hands and lathering them up. Benny began to rub the soap over Y/n's body, paying extra attention to her breasts and pussy.

Y/n hummed and moaned happily squirming in his arms,

After he had washed all the evidence of their lovemaking away, Benny pulled her close under the warm water, his hard cock pressed against her ass. “I want you again,” He whispered in her ear, nibbling on her lobe.

“Yes… Please benny!” Y/n begged willing and excited already, she happily leant against the shower wall under the water’s spray ready for him

Benny grinned wickedly at Y/n's words, his cock throbbing with need. He reached around and began to finger her again, feeling how wet and ready she was for him. “Fuck, you're always so damn greedy for me,” He growled, pulling her close and capturing her lips in a deep kiss. Benny lifted her up, wrapping her legs around his waist as he pushed her against the shower wall. He lined his hard cock up to her dripping entrance and with one deep thrust, he was buried inside her once again. “Fuck yes, your tight pussy feels so good,” He groaned, beginning to move in and out of her at a furious pace. Benny pounded into Y/n's tight pussy, his cock sliding easily inside her with each thrust. The warm water from the shower cascaded over them both, mixing with their grunts and moans as they fucked. “Holy shit, you feel so damn good,” Benny grunted as he felt his orgasm beginning to build up inside him. He began to rub Y/n's clit, sending her into another intense orgasm.

“Benny! Yes!” She screamed, her pussy gripping his cock like a vice as she came hard.

Benny felt Y/n's pussy clench around his cock as she came, sending him over the edge. With a few more deep thrusts, he exploded inside her, filling her with his seed “Fuck yes!” He groaned, collapsing against Y/n as they both rode out their orgasms. Benny gently pulled out of her and turned off the shower, then wrapped them both in a towel. “Let's go back to bed,” He said, carrying Y/n out of the bathroom and into the bedroom, ready for another round of passionate lovemaking.

Y/n nodded kissing his neck as he carried her biting a little viciously, so much so Benny couldn't even get to bed having to toss her on her couch,

He loomed over her, his hard cock standing at attention as he looked down at her beautiful face. “Fuck, you're so damn sexy,” He growled, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as he began to thrust inside her once again.

Y/n screamed excitedly,

Benny groaned at the feeling of Y/n's tight pussy enveloping his cock as he thrust in and out of her. He reached around and grabbed her ass, pulling her closer to him as he pounded into her harder. “Fuck yes, take my cock you greedy little slut.” He grunted, feeling his orgasm starting to build up inside him.

Y/n moaned in pleasure, her tight pussy gripping his cock tightly.

Benny continued to thrust into Y/n's tight pussy, his cock sliding in and out of her with ease. He leaned down, capturing her lips in a deep kiss as he felt his own orgasm building up inside him. “Fuck yes, I'm gonna cum so hard inside your tight little pussy,” He groaned, his thrusts becoming more urgent as he chased his own release.

Y/n moaned beneath him, her nails digging into his back as she met his thrusts with her own hips. Benny could feel his stomach tightening up, ready to explode with his impending orgasm.

“I'm gonna cum-” Y/n whimpered, her pussy clenching around his cock as she approached her own climax.

Benny increased the pace of his thrusts, fucking Y/n harder and faster as he felt himself getting closer and closer to the edge.

Y/n came first squirting all over them as she came hard clenching around his cock,

Benny groaned as he emptied his load inside Y/n's tight pussy, feeling his cock twitching as he filled her up with his seed.

Y/n's pussy continued to clench around him, milking every last drop from his cock as she rode out her own orgasm.

“Pfft, fuck,” Benny panted, trying to catch his breath as he collapsed on top of Y/n. He gently pulled out of her and sat down on the couch, pulling her close to him. “Damn,” He chuckled, kissing her softly on the cheek as they both lay there catching their breath. “You are a greedy little girl baby,”

“It's why you love me” Y/n giggled kissing him passionately before she walked to the bedroom and began getting dressed. She slipped on a pair of crotchless tights without any panties. A little white skirt and a black crop top. Brushing her matted hair from all the sex.

Benny watched as Y/n got dressed, his eyes roaming over her body appreciatively. He loved seeing her in all kinds of clothes, but there was something especially sexy about her in that little outfit. “you look good enough to eat,” He smirked, walking up behind her and wrapping his arms around her waist. He nuzzled into her neck, kissing and nibbling along her sensitive skin. “I want you again already,” He growled, his cock starting to harden against her ass.

Y/n immediately giggled setting down her hairbrush and getting on her knees licking and sucking his hardening cock and swirling her tongue around the head of it.

He gripped her hair tightly, guiding her up and down his shaft as he fucked her mouth. “Fuck yeah, take my cock deep,” He grunted, thrusting his hips forward as he felt the back of her throat.

Y/n hummed in pleasure, taking him even deeper until he could feel the tip of his cock hitting the back of her throat.

Benny continued to fuck Y/n's mouth, as he felt another orgasm starting to build inside him. “Get on the bed,” He demanded, his voice husky with desire.

Y/n obeyed, crawling onto the bed and spreading her legs wide for him.

Benny climbed onto the bed, positioning himself between her thighs. He leaned forward, capturing one of her nipples in his mouth and sucking it hard.

Y/n moaned loudly, her back arching off the bed as he teased and tortured her sensitive nipple.

Benny switched to the other breast, giving it the same treatment as he reached down and began rubbing her clit in slow circles.

Y/n was writhing beneath him, her hips bucking wildly as she chased her own orgasm.

Benny continued to tease Y/n's clit as he sucked and licked her nipples, his fingers circling her sensitive nub in rhythm with his tongue.

Y/n was moaning loudly, her hips bucking wildly beneath him as she got closer and closer to the edge.

“Fuck yes, you like that don't you?” He growled, increasing the pressure on her clit as he sucked one nipple into his mouth harder.

Y/n cried out, her whole body tensing up as she finally tumbled over the edge into orgasmic bliss.

Benny continued to rub Y/n's clit as she rode out her orgasm, her pussy clenching and twitching around his fingers. He could feel her juices dripping down his hand as he brought her back down from her high. “Fuck, you're so sexy when you cum,” He panted, leaning down to capture her lips in a deep, passionate kiss. Benny pushed his tongue into her mouth, mimicking the same motion he planned on using with his cock. Benny broke the kiss, pulling back slightly to look into Y/n's eyes. He could see the desire and hunger reflected in her gaze, matching his own. “I need to be inside you, my greedy little girly,” He growled, positioning the head of his cock at her entrance. With one hard thrust, he buried himself deep inside her warm, wet pussy, groaning at the feeling of her tightness surrounding him. “Fuck, you feel so good,” He grunted, starting to move his hips in a steady rhythm as he began to fuck her hard and fast.

Y/n screamed in excitement “Uhhh I got my benny back already” She teased squeezing hard to milk his cock

Benny grinned at Y/n's words, loving how she always managed to make him laugh. He continued to fuck her hard, “Damn right, and I'm not stopping until you can't walk straight,” He growled, reaching around to grab her ass cheeks and squeeze them hard as he pounded into her from behind. “Cum for me baby,” He panted, reaching around to rub her clit in time with his thrusts. “I want to feel you cum on my cock one more time.”

Y/n cried out, her pussy clenching around his cock as she tumbled over the edge into another orgasm.

Which in turn tipped benny over to filling her up and collapsing down beside her, both of them almost passing out from the amount of sex they’d had, “Fuuck-” He groaned, “I adore you, you know that?”

“I know,” she giggled laying on his sweaty chest, “I adore you more.”

“Humm come here,” he cooed pulling her into a deep and passionate kiss stroking her cheek as he did, “No more for today okay baby… I may actually die if we do.”

“Awwww” she whined, “Okay,”

“That’s a good girl.”

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drewsbuzzcut · 10 days ago

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Jeremy With A View

Jeremy Swayman x Lyla Blair

A Masterminds fic

Warnings: smut!!!

Takes place during 23-24 offseason

Jeremy watches Lyla as she’s perched on his lap, soft legs straddling his strong ones. She’s donned in a silky, skimpy pajama set. The thin strap slides down one of her shoulders and she works it further down, slipping out of it. His fingers touch her hand and eventually takeover. He gently undresses his girlfriend, hungry eyes drinking in each slice of her bare skin that he uncovers. The sun seeps in through the window and casts her in an ethereal glow. A chill rolls through her body, making her shiver and reach out to his shoulders. She lets out a hesitant giggle as she scoots closer to him.

“I think I’m a little nervous,” the girl admits, distractingly tracing random patterns on his skin.

Lyla feels kind of silly about it. It’s not like they’ve never had sex before. There’s just something about the way they’re moving so slowly and intimately that makes this time different. It’s the first time they’re going to truly make love to each other, and it excites her and scares her all at once.

“Don’t be. It’s just me,” his words wrap around her in tandem with his hands. He leans forward and presses soft kisses to her neck and chest, savoring the thrum he feels running through her.

Lyla nods and waits for his next move, breath stuttering in her chest. Jeremy wraps a hand around the back of her neck, pulling her into a kiss as he flips them over.

“I love you,” she breathes out after separating from his mouth. The girl is still on cloud nine after finally telling her boyfriend the L word and hearing it back.

He leans down a bit, appreciating her boobs and littering them with kisses and swift licks to her nipples. A airy sigh crawls up her throat and her body jolts in response.

“I love you.” He smiles so happily it takes her breath away. “My heart is pounding,” he adds.

To calm himself, he sets his forehead on hers. Lyla sets her hand over his heart, smiling at the way it thunders for her, because of her.

The goalie lets his lips ghost her skin in a trail to her ear, sucking the lobe into his mouth and igniting everything on fire.

“I want you,” Lyla says in a breathy gasp.

Jeremy sheds his pajama pants and peels her shorts off. He hovers over her body, a hand pumping his erection and the other dipping into the arousal between his girlfriend’s legs.

“Look at you, baby. You’re making a mess on my hand,” Jeremy groans, bringing some of her wetness up to her clit.

“Oh my god.” She squirms and shifts her hips, slowly grinding against his hand.

He lines himself up with her heat, but doesn’t give her what they both want. Instead he lets his length slide through her slippery folds. His hands grip her bucking hips and he has to clench his eyes shut in concentration, so that he doesn’t explode before he can even feel her around him.

“Jeremy, please,” the girl begs and pulls him closer.

“I know. I know,” he mutters into her cheek, finally thrusting inside of her.

“Fuc-“ Jeremy swallows Lyla’s moan, his tongue caressing hers as he sheathes himself deep inside of her pussy.

He grabs onto her wrists and presses them down into an area of the bed above her head. Electricity creeps up his spine, feeling the way she flutters around him as her wet walls adjust to his size.

Flitting her eyes up from where they connect, she stares into Jeremy’s earthy pupils. They’re a shade darker due to Lyla’s doe eyes and how her swollen lips part as she pants.

“You’re taking me so well, baby. Fuck, you’re so wet. Who are you wet for, Ly?” He grunts against her jaw, nipping at her skin to retrieve more of her squeaky moans.

“You. Only you, baby,” Lyla sighs as the vibration in her body starts to make itself known. She can feel the muscles in her body start to tingle and tighten the more her orgasm starts to build. She wants to shut her eyes and focus on the lust curling around them, but she’s too enamored by her boyfriend’s sweaty chest and flexed biceps. Don’t even get her started on the gold chain he has around his neck. It dangles in her face tauntingly, just daring her to tug on it.

A particular snap of the goalie’s hips sends the tip of his cock straight to her soft spot.

“Oh,” Lyla cries out, body arching off the bed. Her hardened nipples graze across his chest and something about the sensation makes him lose control. Her hands slip away from under Jeremy’s palms and fly to his broad shoulders, baby pink nails sinking into his skin. Everything slowly melts away, all the outside noise becoming static and her vision growing fuzzy.

Eventually he lowers her body back onto the plush mattress. Jeremy’s hands are warm and comforting around her torso. His forehead finds hers, keeping her grounded and steady.

“You like that, Lucky? Does it feel good?” The words are spoken sweetly, but Lyla can feel the heat behind them. She easily bends to its will.

“So good. I want more,” she pleads, legs squeezing around his waist, her pussy purposely squeezing down on his length.

Jeremy slows his tempo, teasingly working his way in and out of her. His thrusts are languid but deep, stroking her sensitive walls until she’s quivering.

“I can feel you clenching down on me. Cum, baby. Cum for me,” the hockey player whispers, lips against the shell of her ear.

“Oh my god,” Lyla whimpers, her body going rigid. Fire rushes through her veins, her body releasing its tight coil as her orgasm washes over her. She tightly wraps her arms around her boyfriend’s upper back, needing to feel his skin melding to hers.

“Holy fuck,” Jeremy groans, his face finding the hot flesh of her neck as he continues to rock into her. His lips attack her racing pulse, sucking the skin and letting his tongue soothe the area. The feeling of his girlfriend’s heat contracting around him makes his eyesight go white. He can feel every single pulse around his cock and her arousal slipping down his shaft, triggering his own orgasm.

“Shit,” he groans, cock jerking almost wildly, filling his girl with his release.

“I love you. I love you,” the girl chants like it’s some kind of prayer, lips finding his in her post-coital bliss.

“I love you,” he hums into her mouth. The goalie brings a large paw to her neck, thumbing at her throat before cupping the side of her face.

“You’re perfect,” Jeremy whispers, leaning back up and letting his nose nudge into hers to elicit a sweet hum.

“Says you.” Lyla palms at the red blush covering his skin, the heat sinking into her bones.

“Thank you for being here. It means the world to me for you to experience my hometown.” Lyla pouts at his vulnerability and she just has to kiss it away.

“Thank you for wanting me here. This place is so magical. I don’t think you understand just how much I love it already,” she says, staring out the window at all the trees and mountains painting the Alaskan skyline.

“It’s your home just as much as it is mine, if you’ll have it.” Jeremy speaks so simply, so genuine. Lyla wouldn’t want it any other way.

“I want nothing less,” the girl voices, flipping them over and settling into her boyfriend’s warm chest.

a/n: Not sure how I feel about this, but I do hope y’all enjoy! There’s more Lyla and Jeremy in Alaska in store…

#lyla x jeremy #oc!singer x jeremy swayman #jeremy swayman #boston bruins #nhl imagines

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tkuro0 · 7 months ago

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Now playing... Track 6

You could hear everyone packing up the things as you opened the door to the large auditorium where your anatomy class was held. The zippers being brought up and down, the shuffling of papers, the snaps of laptops and iPad covers, the chatter that exploded across the students. It was all a bit overwhelming, the frazzled state your run to the classroom after showering and changing left you in didn't help.

You made your way down to the front, bumping shoulders and arms with the mass of people heading out. It was exhausting, you wondered if Matsukawa had left already, or if he had left halfway through the class even. Makki did say he never came to class, that's why his text surprised you. You ignored the warmth that settled in your chest.

He probably left, he was nowhere to be seen as you went down the stairs, looking over the heads that got up and out. Until you saw up front, in his soft black hoodie, clear-framed glasses on his nose as he talked with the professor, blue and white backpack— that seemed awfully empty— slung over one shoulder. He stayed...

"Ah miss y/l, where were you today hm?" Your professor smiled as you got close, stopping right next to Mattsun, who tried his best to hide the surprised look on his face, as if he didn't think you would come at all. The older man smiled at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling "It's so unlike you not to be here"

"I'm sorry, professor. I had a small accident this morning—” Matsukawa's face grew red, "and I was unable to make it in time." You bowed slightly in apology, heat rising to your cheeks as you caught a glimpse of Mattsun's embarrassed expression.

"Don't worry, I trust Matsukawa here will be able to aid you in catching up” the older man said with a wink, a small content smile pulling at the corners of his lips as he made his way towards the back exit of the classroom, his briefcase in hand.

“You came to class?” You finally caught Matsukawa’s gaze, his eyes locking into yours. He scrambled to tear his glasses off his face and stuffed them inside the pocket of his hoodie.

“Yeah, I felt really bad-“ you chuckled, looking away now praying the heat you felt on your cheeks wasn’t visible “Makki said you never miss class, I didn’t want to be the reason why you fell behind I guess”

It was his turn to look away now, his fingers fidgeting with the strap of his bag.

“Thank you, but you didn’t need to go through the trouble-“ you said but he shook his head, giving you the notebook that you didn’t notice he had been holding onto, “you took notes?”

“Yeah here- also I’m aware my handwriting can be a bit… well an illegible monstrosity is what Makki calls it- so I asked Professor Minamoto for the powerpoint-” you raised your eyebrows in surprise. You took the notebook from his hands, holding it close to your chest.

“Did he give it to you? He never lets anyone have it, it’s a constant struggle”

“I mean it was a pretty awkward conversation since he hasn’t seen my face since the first week but-“ the both of you chuckled, you hadn’t even known you were in the same class until Hanamaki mentioned it this morning “I explained to him you had an accident and well, after he saw my sorry excuse of handwriting he sent it to me so I could pass it over…” his hand came up to scratch the back of his head, a sheepish smile on his face and you couldn’t help but gawk at him.

You didn't know why you only seemed to notice now, the short messy strands of hair that were itching to curl, the silver hoops that hugged his ears, one on each lobe, and one on the top cartilage on the left, the curve of his bicep as he moved his arm. You cursed at yourself.

“I can’t believe he let you have it oh my god- I can’t thank you enough Matsukawa-”

“Mattsun- you really can just call me Mattsun-” his lips formed a shy smile as your own stretched wider, a breathless laugh leaving them in excitement.

“Thank you Mattsun,” even though you had already called him it once, under the influence and the neon of the club lights, he couldn't help but feel a shiver run down his spine again. Even under the harsh fluorescent classroom lighting, even with the still slightly winded look to you after running through campus, he still thought you looked beautiful.

He was going to drag Makki into a lake while he slept.

“Do you- I mean, are you doing anything later?” Matsukawa’s eyes widened as he realized what he had said. He thought it, but he didn’t really mean to say it. He could feel the panic spike in his chest and his palms get clammy. He gripped his backpack strap tightly and followed behind you as you nodded towards the stairs to leave.

“Well I gotta run and meet Noya- he’s getting his nose pierced or something, and then I have a three-hour chem lab, but” you bit the inside of your cheek, fighting the smile that threatened to break out “Would you maybe want to sit with me at the studio tomorrow? If you’re free around noon?” You could feel your heart beat rapidly in your chest, your eyes locked into his chocolate brown ones as you stopped at the top of the stairs.

“The studio?”

“Yeah- I host a show Thursdays at noon, for the campus radio station-”

“We have a radio station?” you laughed as you nodded at his question, announcing the name and the unforgettable slogan as the two of you continued to laugh. You stared at the red that dusted his cheeks again. “I’d love to though- go with you I mean, I just don’t have a clue where it is-”

“That’s fine, I’ll text you yeah?” You started walking through the door, his gaze didn't wave from your face, not as you went up the stairs or through the door. It remained on you even when you stopped in the hallway outside. You looked up at him again, “see you at 12-”

“Yeah- see you” His words were quiet and breathless. He was going to kill Makki.

UP ALL NIGHT ; only girl (in the world)

fun fax ;

☆ atp i dont think the titles have anything to do w the chapters... sometimes they will! not this time however... ☆ noya's piercings constantly reject, he has a cartilage piercing he takes out when it gets infected, lets it rest and heal and then STABS through it with the earring when he thinks its fine... menace ☆ matsukawa nervous loser agenda sorry i love him so much ☆ oikawa is so excited for the scheming gc he is SO messy... iwa secretly likes it too he's so nosey but he won't get involved.. or tries not to at least

taglist ; @weezerbby @eggyrocks @mochroialainn @kirigiriz

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annabelle--cane · 9 months ago

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htn act four thoughts:

-> genuinely surprised that judith is still alive, good on her for surviving being mega stabbed. also condolences to her for losing her cavalier without even getting to eat her, gotta be one of the worst case scenarios for this kind of relationship.

-> if god felt the damage done to harrow's temporal lobe from touching her face, then surely mercymorn must have noticed as well, right? but when she touched harrow's head to try and figure out why she kept calling the saint of duty "ortus," it didn't seem like she came away with a clear answer, nor detected anything that would point her towards such an answer. hmm.

-> I think god believes that harrow couldn't have actually broken into the tomb, but I do not buy that reality for a second. similarly, cytherea was 100% under harrow's bed and either ianthe is up to something or that was non-hallucination ghostly apparition.

-> god's characterization is scratching some itch inside my brain because there's a lot that makes me want to like him. he speaks kind of awkwardly and uses metaphors that don't work. he quotes dead memes and even deader literature for no reason. he's in a weird situationship with his lyctors. harrow tells him about the greatest shames of her life and he tells her they're not her fault and she has nothing to feel bad about. but also his reactions when harrow came to him about "ortus" made me Violent. "yeah I know being constantly brutalized isn't fun and I don't like it but it's a display of loyalty to me so cope ig" "he's a stand up guy, that doesn't sound like him, idk maybe try being normal?" I'm going to bone construct chest explode you.

-> the Big Mysteries heading into the final act: what's up with the second person speaker, what's up with just how wacky the flashbacks are, what's up with the sword, why does "ortus" do any of the things he does, cytherea ???, who's the traitor judith mentioned, and whom the fuck stabbed harrow in the prologue.

#tlt #marina marvels at life

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dwobbitfromtheshire · 5 months ago

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Nancy and Jonathan lay in Jonathan's bed, looking up at the ceiling. They were both naked and sweaty after a passionate night of lovemaking. While they both felt satisfied, there was also a sense of awkwardness in the air.

"So, that happened," Nancy said.

"Yeah," Jonathan said.

"Do you want to talk about it?" She asked.

"Do you?" Jonathan asked.

"We both called out Steve’s name. . .which means we both were thinking about Steve," Nancy said.

"Yeah," Jonathan said and threw the comforter over his head.

"Really?" Nancy laughed and tried tugging at the blanket, but he wouldn't budge. "This is silly. . .Jonathan!"

She grabbed the flashlight off the endtable and dove under the covers. She turned it on and found Jonathan with his face pressed into the pillow. She laid her head down under the covers, facing Jonathan, and shined the lights under their chins.

"You're too determined for your own good," Jonathan said.

"You love that about me," she replied. "It's cozy under here."

"Yeah. . .," Jonathan said.

"Do you really want to talk about it? Don't turn the question around on me," Nancy said.

"Okay, so you know that Steve saved my life today," Jonathan said and let go of the covers, letting some air in. "Well, he had thrown himself on top of me, and we waited for the swarm of demobats to pass. He didn't get off of me. He was looking ahead, and I just looked at him. . .I don't know, I just studied him. Suddenly, it was like I was looking at him for the first time ever. I realized that I never hated him. . .not at all."

"Welcome to the club," Nancy said, rubbing his back.

"What?" he asked.

"The 'I fell for Steve Harrington hard and fast, but I didn't want to admit it' club," Nancy said. "I doubt that you're the first guy to fall for him either."

"I don't want to be in love with him," Jonathan groaned.

"Why not? You and I both know that he's a great guy," Nancy said. "And I know that the fact that he's so great with kids makes your ovaries explode."

"I don't have ovaries, Nance," he said.

"Semantics," she replied, waving her hand. "I'm still in love with him, Jonathan, and you don't know how crazy it makes me that you're in love with him, too."

She climbed on top of him, straddling his back, and pressed her lips to his neck. He groaned.

"What are we going to do about this, Nance?" Jonathan asked.

"We're going to tell him," Nancy whispered in his ear before biting down on his lobe. "But first, I'm going to mock you mercilessly. . .I'm going to destroy you."

The next day, Nancy and Jonathan arrived at the Hideout before the others. It had been abandoned since the quarantine, so they've been using it as a meeting place as well. Steve and Robin had arrived before anyone else.

"I swear that I told him to come alone," Nancy muttered to Jonathan.

"I think we can trust her," Jonathan said, as he remembered her red shoes from Starcourt Mall.

They definitely stuck out since she had drawn boobies on them, and while he had gotten to be friends with Robin, it hadn't been close enough for her to reveal her own secret.

"Well, if you're sure," Nancy said.

Steve and Robin approached the couple. Jonathan swallowed when he realized that Steve was wearing his brown leather jacket today. Goddamn, now that he was aware that he thought that Steve was a beautiful man, it was doubled by that jacket.

"Yeah, sorry, Robin insisted on coming," Steve said.

"For back up, if this is, in fact, the moment," Robin said.

She stood behind Steve and started rubbing his shoulders like she was preparing him for a fight.

"You're a good friend," Nancy smiled.

"He knows I expect the same when the time comes," Robin said.

"Which it isn't!" Steve exclaimed.

"You don't know that, Steve, just like you don't know what's going to happen here, but it doesn't hurt to have back up," Robin said. "I have tissues and gummie bears in my pockets, buddy. Robin's got you."

"Thanks," Steve scoffed, but Jonathan smirked when he smiled softly.

Robin got along with Argyle for a very good reason, Jonathan thought.

"You should wear that jacket more often, Steve," Jonathan said suddenly. "You look good."

"Thanks," Steve said, looking flattered but also confused.

"He's definitely right," Nancy said. "You look great. Although, you should have seen him with the camo shirt underneath. . .he looked even better in it."

"I bet he did," Jonathan said. "I wish I could have been there to see that."

Steve and Robin's head snapped to him. It was definitely hard to miss the flirtation in his voice.

"Oh, you definitely should have seen him when he was wearing Eddie's vest and nothing else underneath," Nancy said and looked at Steve. "Looked good enough to eat."

Robin and Steve turned to look at Nancy. It was comical how bewildered they looked, and Jonathan grinned, revealing his dimples.

"Are you - are you both flirting with me?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Jonathan said. "Uh. . .after Nancy and I . . ."

"Had sex last night," Nancy finished for him, and Steve raised his eyebrows.

"In which we, uh . . .," Jonathan trailed off again.

"Both called out your name," Nancy finished for him again.

"Oh my god!" Robin exclaimed, choking on her saliva as Steve looked at them in shocked silence.

"Nancy told me about your little. . .," Jonathan said.

"Woah! Hey, it is not little!" Steve exclaimed. "Not that it would be a big thing if it was because it's all about how you use it. . .but I've been told it's not!"

"Dream, he was going to say dream, Steve," Nancy giggled.

"Oh, right," Steve said, blushing.

"Okay, Nancy, normally I appreciate it when you speak for me when I don't have to, especially when they put pickles on my burger after I asked them not to and you tell them off, but I want to tell him how I feel," Jonathan said.

"Sorry," Nancy said sheepishly.

"Don't be, it's cute, and I love you," Jonathan chuckled and then looked at Steve. "I couldn't stop thinking about the RV and hoping that there might be room for me. You don't have to say anything right now, but we wanted you to know that we both love you."

Steve blinked, his mouth open in a perfectly shocked 'o'. He quickly closed it when Robin gave him a quick pat on the back like he was choking.

"Um, honestly, I didn't think that was an option, but I'm thinking about that now," Steve said, his cheeks turning red. "So many things. . ."

"He's thinking about us having sex," Nancy smirked.

"Well, it's a start," Jonathan smirked as well.

The door burst open, and Joyce came in with Hopper.

"Oh, we didn't expect you here so early," Joyce said. "I thought you guys were still asleep."

"You mean, just me, right?" Jonathan asked, quickly.

"Son, Nancy isn't as stealthy as she thinks she is," Hopper said.

"What do you mean?" Nancy asked.

"I was outside last night, checking the perimeter, when I saw you sneak in through the basement window," Hopper said. "It wasn't the first time either. Why do you think we didn't fight it when you asked to sleep in the basement? It blocks out the noise and you have more privacy."

"Sorry," Jonathan said softly.

"Why? You're an adult now," Hopper said. "No one's going to stop you from being with the one you love. If I learned anything during my time in Russia, it's that."

"We both trust you to be careful and that you know what you're doing," Joyce said.

Jonathan smiled as he watched Hopper put his arm around Joyce. He was glad his mother finally had the partner she deserved. He leaned against Nancy smiling at her, and she smiled back before glancing over at Steve. He had moved into the corner of the room with Robin, and they were talking in hushed tones. Steve looked like he was panicking a little while Robin beamed, her hands pressed under her chin. It seemed like that conversation was going well. Jonathan shared an amused look with Nancy. Maybe there was hope for all three of them. . .

A week later. . .

Jonathan and Nancy were sitting up in Jonathan's bed, waiting. . .

"Are you sure that he said he would be here?" Jonathan asked Nancy.

"Yes," Nancy said. "He said he was definitely going to be here."

Jonathan got up and started pacing the room. He was feeling anxious again. Maybe he should smoke a little before Steve arrived.

"No," Nancy said. "We should all be cleared headed for this."

"Get out of my head," Jonathan muttered.

"No, it took a long time to move in, and I have everything arranged just the way I like," Nancy teased.

"Hilarious," Jonathan said and smiled at her.

"Jonathan, come sit down on the bed," she said. "I'll get you warmed up."

"What if he changed his mind?" Jonathan asked.

"He didn't change his mind," she said softly.

"Did you hear that?" Jonathan asked, pausing.

"What?" She asked.

"Voices, right outside," Jonathan said.

He moved to the window at the same time as Nancy. They heard them before they saw them. Hopper and Steve.

"What are you really doing out here, kid?" Hopper asked.

"Oh, you know. . . Just hanging around," Steve said.

They could only see their feet from this angle. They ducked down to get a better view. Steve was leaning against a tree while Hopper stood in front of him with a flashlight.

"Shit, Hopper's got him," Jonathan cursed.

"I'm not going to judge you if you're out here checking on everyone," Hopper said.

"Yes," Steve said, snapping his fingers. "That's exactly what I'm doing."

Jonathan opened the window and popped his head out.

"Steve!" Jonathan exclaimed. "Get in here."

"Oh, yeah, I'm with them," Steve said.

He bent down and crawled through the window, letting Jonathan catch him. Hopper bent down, looking questioningly at him.

"It's exactly what you think it is," Jonathan said honestly.

"What are your intentions with them?" Hopper asked Steve.

"Do you really want the answer to that, Chief?" Steve asked.

"You know what? I think I've done all I can here," Hopper said. "Jonathan, son, let your partners in crimes know that when we bought this house that it came with a front door."

"Night," Jonathan said.

They heard Hopper muttering as he moved away, and they giggled as Jonathan closed the window.

"Partners in crimes? That sounds sexy," Steve said.

"It does, doesn't it?" Nancy said.

Nancy and Jonathan pushed Steve back onto the bed. He fell onto his back, laughing. He repositioned himself so his head was lying on the pillows. Nancy and Jonathan crawled up on the bed, curling up next to him, half lying on top of him.

"Sorry about my dad," Jonathan said, and he giggled. "How long did he keep you out there?"

"Not very," Steve said. "What was that little giggle when you said dad?"

"Oh, yeah, I guess I'm still not used to saying that and not feeling this overwhelming sense of dread," Jonathan said.

"Yeah, I get that. I wish my dad was more like him," Steve said. "Well, around at all. . ."

"Well, if this works out and we get illegally married, he's your dad, too," Jonathan grinned.

"Already thinking about marriage," Steve laughed and then gasped. "Unless you're only asking me because you got me pregnant."

"Yeah, you got me, that's it," Jonathan laughed. "We haven't even slept together. You're an idiot."

"Hm, not quite like Nancy, but you'll get there," Steve said.

Jonathan laughed again and kissed Steve, feeling Nancy's eyes on them as they did so. It was their first kiss, and Jonathan could definitely see what Nancy was talking about. Steve Harrington was a good kisser. . .so soft and gentle with the right amount of eagerness that left you wanting more. Steve’s hand was placed on Jonathan's lower back, and Jonathan moaned softly into Steve’s mouth. He broke the kiss and moved his head to let Nancy in to kiss Steve. He watched them with a smile on his face, mentally cursing his past self for being such an idiot. Nancy and Jonathan laid down, tucking their heads into his shoulders. As much as they wanted to do more with him, they also wanted to enjoy this moment with him, especially the way Steve’s fingertips moved up and down their spines.

"Does anyone else feel like this is exactly where we're supposed to end up?" Steve asked.

"Yeah," Nancy said.

"Definitely," Jonathan said, sighing happily. "Now, I hope that Nancy can stop mocking me."

"Oh, come on, you know you deserve it," Nancy grinned. "You gave me hell when I slept with Steve. It's only fair."

"Oh my god, I can't believe you fell for me," Steve said. "How embarrassing for you."

"What?! Now you're mocking me?" Jonathan asked as Nancy laughed. "You're insulting yourself, you know that?"

"Yeah, but it's more about mocking you," Steve said. "You fell in love with a guy who spends so much time on his hair. He might as well make love to it. You, Jonathan Byers, fell in love with a preppy jock."

"Stop it!" Jonathan laughed, slapping his chest, as Nancy giggled so hard that her entire body was shaking. "Or I'm going to have to beat you up for insulting my boyfriend who happens to have really great hair. I love his hair."

Steve kissed the top of Jonathan's head, squeezing his hip.

"I love your hair, too," Steve said.

"So, is this how it's going to be?" Jonathan asked. "You two are just going to gang up on me forever?"

"Yeah," Nancy and Steve said.

Jonathan tucked his face further into Steve’s neck, kissing his pulse point while squeezing Nancy's hand.

"Looking forward to it," he whispered.

Jonathan let out a yelp when he felt Nancy's hand tickle his sides. Before he knew it, Jonathan was on his back laughing as Nancy and Steve attacked his sides with his fingers. He was crying with laughter now, and his face was surely red. He could barely breathe. Yeah, Jonathan Byers was in trouble. . .worth it, though.

#stranger things #jonathan byers #steve harrington #nancy wheeler #nancy wheeler x jonathan byers #jancy #nancy wheeler x steve harrington #stancy #steve harrington x jonathan byers #stonathan #nancy wheeler x steve harrington x jonathan byers #stoncy #monster hunting trio #bisexual steve harrington #bisexual jonathan byers #pansexual nancy wheeler #stranger things fanfiction #rueleigh writes #rueleigh's thoughts

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starlightsuffered · 11 months ago

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Watch Your Mouth

Info - a bit of sexism, hard Dom Timothée, degrading, multicum, overstim, choking, finger sucking, no after care, humiliation kink, rough sex, technically shower sex, unprotected sex, hair pulling

I couldn't believe I'd beaten Timothée Chalamet at basket ball. He was so tall it was nearly a miracle.

"Loser, T, I, M, M, Y, who is the idiot who let the ball get by," | teased.

"Shut up," he growled. He looked very angry. I knew he would never say he was ashamed he'd lost to a girl, but he was surely thinking that.

"Make me Chalamet," I retorted.

"Oh I fucking will," he snarled finally. He grabbed me and threw me over his shoulder.

"What are you doing?" I demanded.

"Making you," he snapped. He put me down in the shower room. He shoved me up against the wall. I heard the squeak of the knob and water began to pour over me. I was about to shout at him when I felt my shorts ripped down.

"Timothée," I said and my voice was more whiny than l'd anticipated. I heard him chuckle darkly. That's when I felt the tip of his cock rubbing my entrance.

"If you want to run your mouth, say you want my cock," he said seductively.

"I-I-"

"Yeah? What are you about to say baby girl?" He asked.

"I want it," I said as I burned with shame. I felt the humiliation seep away as I felt him slowly push inside me.

"Oh fuck, ohhhh fuck!" I gasped. "You're so big!"

"Those are the words I want to hear," he said. He began to absolutely ram his cock inside me. I was gasping, my whole outfit being soaked.

"Not so cocky now when you're full of it are you?" He asked.

"I still won," | bit back. I could barely speak for pleasure. Timothée reached around and smacked my cunt. I yelped. He stuffed two long fingers in my mouth.

"Suck like the needy baby girl you are," he ordered. I suckled desperately. I was on fire with lust.

"You are gonna take my seed. You may be able to dribble a ball past me but l'm going to make this pussy dribble cum as you walk out of here," he whispered in my ear. I made whiny, lust filled, submissive noises, it was all I could do.

His cock was so good I couldn't even keep my eyes open. My kids kept fluttering shut as I was impaled over and over again. He reached places that had never been touched.

"You know I quite like shutting your bitch mouth up and dominating you like this," he said in my ear and then bit my lobe. I was panting. I didn't know how pleasure like this existed, I felt like I might explode.

"Mmmmmm!" | squealed as I felt my walls flutter. They were clenching his cock.

"You dirty little whore, you get off on the degrading don't you?" He asked.

"Mmmhmmm," | moaned. He snatched his fingers from my mouth and I wanted to cry. He anchored his hands around my neck as the water sluiced down us. He used his grip to propel him forward and deeper inside me. My tongue was lolling out of my mouth as I was fucked within an inch of my life.

I felt like jelly. I was just his toy, a way to get off. Why didn't I hate this? I love the pressure, the lack of control.

"You. Fucking. Little. Slut."

He punctuated each word with a thrust. I wanted his cum more than I wanted to breathe. I wanted to hold it inside me and keep it forever.

"Please!" I managed to gasp. He let go of my neck and I was breathing hard. He twisted my ponytail around his hand and yanked me back. If stung in a wildly pleasurable way.

I felt myself fall over the edge again. My walls were clenching over and over. I was starting to get a bit overstimulated.

"Too much," I said weakly.

"It's not too much," he laughed. He kept slamming home. I was sure he must be bruising my cervix.

"Too big," | whimpered.

"Take it," he urged. However, he did stiffen his body so I could lean back against him as I was used. My head fell back on his shoulder. He used a large hand to force my mouth open. He spat inside my mouth and then shoved it shut so l would swallow.

"You're just a cocksleeve aren't you?" He asked as I moaned and tears filled my eyes from the intensity.

"Yes," sniffled.

"Say you love being used," he barked.

"I-I love to be used," I shuddered.

"That's it!" He grunted and then he was cumming. Thick ropes were filling me. I was so relieved that he'd stopped pumping and he'd actually given me his load that orgasmed as well. My knees gave out and he was holding me up as he released inside me. He pulled out with a wet sound and I dropped. I sat there on the shower floor leaking cum and feeling helpless.

"Watch your mouth next time," he said. He left me there under the beating stream.

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xmissrogersx · 1 year ago

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“Shit, i love this skirt” | Joel Miller

tags: Post-Outbreak. Fluff. +18. Period issues.

a note from pris: i write this during my period, and all i want to say is I NEED A JOEL IN MY LIFE RIGHT NOW.

my writing is entirely my own. Any adaptation and/or copy is forbidden.

i hope you are enjoying my stories! U help me a lot if you give me a ♡! All the love.

priscila’ masterlist

-Do you have the same one but in another color?

“Count to 10, Paris" I said softly, otherwise I'm going to kill the stupid girl in front of me. One, two, three...

-It's a blanket they picked up on patrol, not a pair of Manolo Blahnik.

-What's that? -said the one next to her. You're kidding me, they must be in their 40's and have no idea what i just told them.

-Are you going to take it or not? -they looked at each other, causing me to take a breath and pick up my mental count and avoid exploding.

-Are you sure there isn't another color?

I could swear my eye twitched the moment I got up from my chair, which caused the others in the room to turn their gazes towards me.

-Hey…why don't we go outside, okay? -Maria approached me and pulled me out, preventing something worse from breaking out.

-Sorry, but i couldn't stand those two assholes anymore —I explained, putting my hand on my belly as I suddenly felt a cramp, making it obvious what was happening to me. I hated it when my period came. She put my hand on my lower back for support.

-Why didn't you tell me and stay home? I know it sucks when it happens, honey.

I nodded slightly, not ignoring the truth, although deep down I wanted to keep my job at Jackson.

-Does Joel know?

-No, no. I didn't want to worry him, he had the patrol with Tommy and if I told him he'd probably chain me to the bed and not let me out.

-As if you don't like it when he do that —she said, raising her eyebrow, provoking a laugh from both of them.

-Don't make me laugh, I feel like I'm going to fall over.

-Speaking of Rome —she nodded his head at the entrance.

Getting off his horse and cleaning his shotgun, he was wearing a T-shirt that clung to his body due to the heat of the incipient summer that was already approaching, along with pants that molded his strong legs. Even if they had shouted that they were attacking us this damn moment, I couldn't take my eyes off him.

-All mine...—Maria laughed softly when she saw my expression.

-You're so horny, girl —walking over to the Millers, but not before approaching Joel, who quickly raised his gaze to me. He walked away from them, and in big strides was already lifting me up in his arms.

-Joel...

-Why didn't you tell me, baby? —He locked his beautiful brown eyes in mine.

-I love you... very, very much —I smiled innocently.

-That's not going to work,pretty girl.

-I'm sorry, daddy —I whispered the latter in his ear and kissed his lobe, getting a growl from him and a little giggle from me.

We walked through the front door, where he deposited me on the living room couch and then kissed my forehead and went upstairs to prepare the bathtub, since the book I had read and under Mary's advice, the hot water helped the cramps in my belly.

Just for one second imagine for a minute this man with glasses on reading a manual about the female period. When I thought Joel couldn't be more attentive and gentle, I caught him in that situation.

-Hi, Paris —Ellie walk inside and set his backpack aside.

-Hi,cutie, how was school?

-I hate fractions, seriously, why the fuck do I want to know how to divide a cake, I just split it and that's it.

-First of all, language. Second, it's important that you know it, even if you don't believe it, it's useful for everyday life.

-Like what? -He frowned and I opened my mouth to answer, but no word could come out of my lexicon.

-You're right, they're not good for shit —I answered with a laugh from her.-Well, I'm going upstairs…

-¡Paris, your skirt! -she suddenly exclaimed. I turned my head to literally see the fabric covering my ass with a small red stain.

-¡La puta madre! ¡Shit, i love this skirt! it's my favorite, i was going to wear this for your presentation.

-We can wash it, Maria must have something or some weird substance to fix it.

My eyes glazed over at how worried she was about me. Just like her father. I wrapped my arms around her body, to which she reacted in kind. On the outside many times Ellie appeared to be a tough and somewhat coarse girl, but it was only because of the constant struggle she had gone through for the longest and shortest part of her life. She's just a kid.

-I know how bad it is when it happens to you, and you don't deserve it —she said with her face in my chest, her voice distressed.

-Relax, I'm fine —I whispered, stroking her hair —I couldn't be better, I have my family and that's all I need.

-Being a woman sucks, I wish I was half as brave as you —she looked up at me, to which I laughed to hug her tighter as I quickly denied.

-I don't agree, ¿you know why? Because we are intelligent, fearful, brave. You faced unimaginable things, Ellie, and every time you came out of it, you got stronger.

-She’s right.

We both turned around when we heard him. He walked towards us and wrapped us in his arms to lift us off the ground laughing in unison.

-Let go of me, I have to go, old man —she pulled out of his grip to run away.

-So...we have about, what, ¿2 hours for Ellie's play? —I frowned uncomprehendingly, to which he once again pulled me back to my feet —I brought chocolate almonds, just the way you like it.

Damn crazy hormones. Tears began to fall down my cheeks as if a waterfall was flowing down my face. He tried to calm me down but I put my hand on his lips, silencing him.

-Joel, please, you don't want to take me like that after you see me from behind —I said embarrased.

-You have nothing to be ashamed of, sweetheart. Actually, I like the way you looked at me when I came in from the raid —I opened my mouth wide.-You made me feel attractive —he said softly, to which I immediately brought our lips together.

God, I'd been holding back since this morning, points for holding back.

-Joel Miller, did you ever look in the mirror? —I stroked his mustache and beard.-Because I can assure you that Jackson's women do.

-I don't care, darlin'. The only one who can bring me to my knees is you. And I should also say that I've seen you get looks from more than one idiot at the bar.

I sighed and kissed his cheek. We went into the bedroom, and he put me down on the bed to bend down and start taking off my shoes.

-You're mine —he said kissing my thigh as he began to undress me, making me hold my breath. He wanted to etch into my skin that I belonged to him, now and always.

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whamgram · 11 months ago

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Your fic is killing me ITS KILLING ME. Please just let them kiss already I’m begging you. This slow burn hurts so good but I can’t take it anymore and I don’t think they can either. I’m going to explode like alastor if they don’t kiss soon.

But seriously under my skin is everything to me. I drop everything I’m doing to read it the second I get the notification. The writing is so good I’m in awe how much it feels like a season of the show. I love the way you write alastor. He’s goofy and charming like in the show but still has a threatening aura. His slow realization of his feelings for charlie is so believable too. As a demi person myself, I really love that it was a gradual thing and he wasn’t all of a sudden lusting after her. I love how the moments of attraction slowly intensified and each chapter he got bolder until he was literally crawling into her lap. Poor guy was desperate and he didn’t know what to do about it until the next chapter.

On that topic THAT scene from last chapter was so flipping hot. I love how you described alastor’s half made fantasies. He has a mental block because of his shame but also he’s never been interested in sex so he doesn’t even know what to imagine. And then he wants her so bad that he’s finally able to imagine something. Him clawing at the armrest and pretending it’s her boob was so hot gahhhhh.

Thank you thank youuuu please never abandon this fic I might die <3

I'm sorry. 😅 I promise there will be some payoff to the slow burn soon!

Thank you so much! ❤️ I love how Alastor is such a goofy guy while still having this underlying cunning and sadistic personality. And yesss, I wanted to sprinkle in the moments of attraction while he's working through his feelings for Charlie. Staring at her boobs, appreciating her smile, feeling a prickle on his neck, little things like that before he has a full body reaction and realizes he's sexually attractive to her. He starts craving physical contact with her so badly, I don't think he realizes half the time when he's all over her.

You're exactly right regarding the spicy scene! Previous to giving into his desires, Alastor very much had a mental block about his Charlie fantasies. Part of that was self-inflicted because he felt so much shame about having these thoughts/urges in the first place. And part of that was because he just straight up didn't know what to imagine. Not that he's totally clueless about sex, but a lack of experience and interest would mean that he doesn't really have a catalog of fantasies to pull from. But after all the close encounters that he and Charlie had that night - her squirming in his lap, him pinning her to the bed, etc. - that combined with his utter desperation gave him enough in the spank bank to imagine his fantasies to completion. 😈

And don't worry! There are no plans to abandon this fic. The Charlastor parasite has permanently fixated itself to my frontal lobe. ❤️‍🔥

#charlastor #hazbin hotel #whamgram asks #whamgram fics #not star wars

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apas-95 · 5 months ago

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Bas van der Akker capped the needle and slowly twisted it off the syringe. He threw it into a hard-plastique sharps container, before screwing on another needle. Carefully, he packed away a vial of solution, and tossed out a glass ampoule of reactant. He grinned a stupid, toothy grin, and punged the needle into his leg.

Anna Hudáková observed disinterestedly, twisting her pen between her fingers. Her notepad was almost blank, and the tape recorder stuffed back into her jacket pocket. She never wrote about men, because she didn't understand them, or didn't want to. The biohacker in front of her was no exception.

"The body is a machine," he said. The syringe slowly deposited 0.3 millilitres of highly-controlled medicine into his musculature. "Everything in the world you see is a machine. But the body is special. Every other machine is superstructural, reflections of the metamaterial base."

He pulled the syringe out of his leg, dragging layers of tissue up along with it, pinching up skin around the needle. The needle was mass-produced, cheap, good quality. It came out with an impossibly-audible pop, and a bead of blood.

Bas's words broadcast now through the air and somewhere else. "The body is dialectical," he said. "Everything comes from a source, but the body can go back to that source." His voice was inside Anna's head like tinnitus, and he didn't notice when she stood up. "It can connect to it, and ride it back down, or modify it. Go to the source of a can of coke, and it connects to every other body at that source."

Anna went and retrieved the vial of solution, dropping it into her pocket and replacing it with an identical-looking one.

"Take the monopolis, for example," Bas thought. "What the communists learned from the fascists was how very useful it was to have purity of thought, purity of ideas. A pure idea is a powerful source, one that can connect hundreds of millions of bodies at once. If the weather in the noösphere is good, you can catch monopolitical thoughts from five thousand kilometers."

Anna pulled her chair close by his, and sat leaning her forehead on his temple. There was the barest mental recognition of this from Bas, like feedback on a microphone.

Slowly, Anna built up a feeling.

"How many genders are there?" she thought. Bas almost replied. "Three," she continued. "Though two are most prevalent. What is gender? Gender is a network protocol. It is a means by which we process interactions with others. What is your gender?"

Bas groaned silently.

"Drone," Anna thought. "On and on." The feedback increased. "What is my gender?"

"Worker," Bas reflected, thoughtless - energised from without, like an RFID chip.

Anna overwrote him. "Queen," she thought. "Signal. Command."

Bas was overheating, feverish. Anna pushed her forehead against his clammy skin, concentrating. Slowly, she built up a feeling.

"I am here," she thought. The human antenna beside her exploded into feedback and noise, the remnants of a signal lobe dissolving around her.

She stood, exhaled, and went for the door. She didn't want to be here when it came.

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beevosmeower · 1 month ago

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Kink Ask Game for my PCs

@worlds-tiredest-sub made this ask game originally but I slapped it onto my ocs cause it sounds fun and I love doing this shit to Juno esp. Some questions also got ganked cause they didn’t fit Rapechestershire well.

Any unexpected ways kink has improved their life? If so, what are they? Luka: mm getting hurt is good actually. He feels pretty nice and more soft now that he can be vulnerable and give over control to someone on the regular. There’s no need to CONSTANTLY pretend anymore. Roman discovered that mm yes blood is good actually. They’re a lot more casually calm and at ease than before.

Are piercings sexy? Juno finds specific piercings fun. If you had some crazy piercings, she'd pause her regularly scheduled sex program to go through each of them and admire a bit. If you had like a huge crazy piercing then she’d probably ask about it too. Luka is biased as the resident piercing haver. He loves piercings on others, and he especially loves getting them. He’s the type to get bored during a sleepover and be like “hey wanna give me a piercing?” He’ll regularly let Roman give him piercings then when he gets bored of them he’ll take them out and let it heal over to repeat the process. Infections fear this guy… Roman, resident sadist woof woof bark bark. Literally drooling over ANY piercing. They don’t care if it’s a normal lobe piercing. They’re on top of you heavy breathing “haha, tell me about it~” FREAK. In Rapechestershire, Roman somehow takes the cake on being one the biggest freaks which is a very competitive sport- They adore any and all wounds.

Are tattoos sexy? Juno will stop and admire them if it’s interesting artwork, or has a lot of intricate line work. If it’s something else though she probably won’t acknowledge them. Luka is BITING at the bit to be able to get a tattoo one day, but he’s also very indecisive and doesn’t wanna ruin the experience with something he doesn’t wanna settle with. He lets Roman regularly draw on him though. Roman REALLY enjoys tattoos. Extreme fascination towards anything and everything that hurts others, and the fact that tattoos are something so painful people choose to go through is even more interesting to them. Absolutely feral over tattoos in the same way they are with piercings.

Are there any sex toys they want to try? Living in Rapechestershire and all, Luka and Juno have both gotten the chance to try anything their hearts desire. Roman on the other hand is a bit restricted by the Angel TF, but they have a laundry list of things they wanna try with Luka when they decide to ditch it.

Are they more of a dominant, submissive, or switch? Juno and Luka swing it as switches but in like- parallel ways. Juno and Luka are both puppy coded but Juno is an excitable, shallow loving the neighbor kinda puppy while Luka is puppy in the way a dog loves an owner. Roman is completely dominant, if they had a choice in things, anyone in Rapechestershire would explode when they try to make her submit to them when she’s just trying to walk home.

Are they rough or romantic? It depends on how close you are to them. If you don’t have high or even just mid Love with Juno, then you’re getting the impersonal Rapechestershire encounter special. It’s not rough per say, but she’s not taking her time at all. Luka likes things as rough as possible because he sees it as romantic, and if he's giving it's an intimate sort of roughness. Roman on the other hand likes it rough and dishes it out the same.

Are they the jealous type? Juno is a max level hedonist to the point dropping her in Ancient Greece would be perfectly fine for her. Fuck everyone love is love past hippie to ascension level. If you have her Love at max and you ignore her for too long, she’ll start cock blocking you a little. Getting into their cursed polycule isn’t nearly as difficult as romancing Juno, but getting out IS. Luka is dog coded in a lot of ways, hunting dog included. He doesn’t care a lot about people wanting to come and go, but Roman DOES. If you begin to dismiss them and push them both away, they don’t care emotionally as much as “you are mine (possession)”.

Are they vocal during sex? Juno and Roman do NOT stop talking during sex but it’s very different things they’re saying. Juno expecting you to handle a full conversation despite her fucking your brains out?? Besides whatever that is, she’s also taking constant consent checks. Then Roman is mostly just mocking you or laughing at the other person. Very degrading 10/10. Luka on the other hand is pure sobbing, whining, crying. An encounter with him at high love is a great way to speed run raising your sadism stat because you don’t need it to be high to hurt him during one.

Do they have a gag reflex? Juno and Roman don’t. Luka… used to not have one but Roman fully messed with him into getting it back. Roman lacks a gag reflex to a point where it’s almost jarring. Jaw-ing….

Do they kiss on the first date? Eh it’s Rapechestershire. If you initiate a kiss, Luka and Juno would accept it. Roman wouldn’t care too much if you pushed it, but they’d prefer to pretend to be shy and pure.

Do they like being blindfolded? Juno couldn’t care less. Forever winning the idgaf war. Luka loves any kind of loss of control. Roman has a soft spot for anything that lets them play into dramatic theatrics ESP if she can use the Angel TF to make it even gaudier.

Do they like dirty talk? Juno continues to win the idgaf war. They give a lot of dirty talk, but in general she doesn’t care much about sex. If you have a romantic encounter with her then she has a lot of dirty talk included, otherwise she won’t acknowledge it unless it’s a direct question. Luka’s FROTHING for it. Make fun of him!! Be mean!!! Mock him!!! Simple way to make him get attached and have a good time. If he’s on top though, there’s NONE. You get growls and bitten. Roman is a menace. Constant harsh dirty talk. Keeping that Angel TF and making sure that unless you’re into the type of sex that they provide you will not want to come back to them. Also just has no interest in hiding how they are if you’ve gotten as far as fucking them.

Do they like hair-pulling? Juno hates her hair being tugged on. Good way to immediately get your shit rocked during an encounter with her and end it early. Luka loving his hair pulled 🤝 Roman who loves to pull on people’s hair.

Do they like it rough or romantic? Juno only initiates sex with someone she's romantically interested in. She sees it as something to express love to the other person and take care of them similar to buying your partner flowers. Luka is a max level masochist. He adores having it rough during any encounter. He sees being hurt as another way of being loved. Roman also really enjoys rough sex and sees it as romantic too. They see another person trusting them and letting them hurt a person as incredibly romantic. Roman ripping out Luka’s piercings when they first met and him enjoying it was love at first encounter.

Do they like it when their sexual partner moans? All of them do for different reasons. Juno is taking sounds as another marker in the data of how her partner is enjoying themselves. Luka loves moans because we should both be loud!!!! Hell yeah!!! If he’s bottoming to another loud person, he takes it as a competition. If he’s on top and the person is loud, his grunts and growls get a bit whinier too. Roman LOVES anyone being loud in any way. They’re taking it as a sign to push more and do more. They adore the sounds and it’s the one thing you’ll get any bit of praise for.

Do they like name-calling in bed? Same as dirty talk. Juno actively doesn’t care or acknowledge it while Luka and Roman love it.

Do they like seeing the evidence (bruises, bite marks, hickies)? Juno can appreciate the art of leaving marks on another person or having them herself. If you have high Love with her, there’s a big chance she’ll leave one somewhere your pc can cover up if they choose. Looks at Luka and Roman. Luka is already covered in marks from Roman at all times. Even if they can’t redo some hickeys or bite marks for a time, they’ll always have scars left on Luka.

Do they like teasing or being teased? Juno enjoys teasing people a lot in and out of sex. She enjoys seeing how she can manipulate someone’s emotions in a small amount, and she loves the reactions she can get. Luka enjoys being teased a small bit. He’s not much for foreplay unless it’s getting to give head , and then he won’t let you get away for hours. Roman enjoys teasing others. They’re holding back a lot of things that they let go with on Luka, one of which being their urges to bully and be mean to others. Only reason they don’t is how much they enjoy being adored.

Do they like to cuddle? Juno and Luka love cuddling up to others. Juno is friendly with everyone, so she’ll initiate physical touch with anyone. Luka only will with a high Love or sadistic PC. Roman is fine with cuddling if you’re lovers. Otherwise they’d prefer to preserve their untouchable purity persona.

Do they like to swallow? Juno and Luka are swallowing for opposite reasons. Juno doesn’t want it to get everywhere and dirty up her clothes. Meanwhile Luka wants it to dirty his insides. He also just loves the taste of all cum… Roman won’t be swallowing unless you’re max love and it’s your birthday or something-

Do they like watching or being watched? Juno is watching from the cuck chair taking color coded notes and giving academic feedback. Probably an insane sex combo with Doctor Harper. Luka likes being watched under specific controlled situations. It’s not high on his list of likes though. Roman enjoys watching and controlling the situation but in a watching someone masturbate sense. They’d have a crazy JOI audio list if they made them.

Do they prefer having foreplay or getting right to it? Juno prefers getting right into it if it’s a noncon encounter or you have low Love with her. If not then she thinks sex with someone you like oughta have some bells and whistles to it. Luka will provide head as foreplay and you need max skullduggery to even try and talk him into getting it before sex. Getting head from him is also a death trap cause he gets so cock/pussy drunk that he just WON'T let you go anytime soon. If you consider it under sex is penetration, Roman is kinda all foreplay. Sex with them ALSO takes ages. They’re gonna make a scene last ages, a person with ADHDs nightmare if you aren’t into them. If you are then they’re gonna lead you into your head melting and suddenly 16 hours passed and you feel like you’ve found a way to turn humans into liquids.

Do you prefer long hair or short hair? They all chronically give zero fucks about the appearance of their partners.

Do you prefer to give or receive when it comes to sex? All of them prefer to give. Juno wants to get it over with and doesn’t feel sexual need. Luka ends up receiving but his mindset is all about receiving it for the other person. Roman is functionally the opposite where they’re giving for themselves.

Do they watch porn? Juno watches porn for knowledge. The pondering. Porn scholar of you will. When she was about to reenter society she was given a cursory sex ed course, then another at Oxford. In general she just took sex as another thing to task herself with in order to do well in Rapechestershire. Luka and Roman are generally uninterested in porn, but sometimes they’ll put it on while they’re fucking to make it a game.

Do they listen to nsft audios? Same as porn for Juno, she has before but it’s not interesting to her. Actually she’d listen to the cursed ASMR on YouTube a lot. Luka doesn’t mostly because he has sensitive hearing, headphones bother him a lot. Roman will when they can’t see Luka for a long time. They listen to mostly ramblefaps and extremely whiney stuff. If their headphones ever unplugged they’d have a LOT to explain even while living in Rapechestershire.

Do they read erotica? Juno has read lots of erotica before. It’s also one of the things she continues to read just out of curiosity. 457 notes on a 30 chapter book about every grammatical error, relationship flaw, and sexual inconsistency. Luka hasn’t and isn’t interested. Roman has before and does sometimes.

Have they ever cried during sex? Juno hasn’t. Roman and Luka have, but Luka cries regularly. It’s incredibly easy to overstimulate him.

Have they ever faked an orgasm? Yes, all around. Roman and Juno have for the same reason: “Man, when will this person cum already so I can DO MY SHIT.” Luka has before cause the one night stand was AWFUL and he wanted to just go home so he could jerk it.

Have they ever had sex in a public place? Juno avidly avoids it. She doesn’t wanna do anything that’ll get her in trouble ESPECIALLY with the law. Luka and Roman first met fucking in an alleyway though. Luka is a regular to adding cum onto the floor of the residential alleyway, but Roman tries not to overdo the public aspect. They like to take things slow, but getting to spend time in Luka’s house is a bonus.

Have they ever had sex in the shower? Roman and Luka do constantly, but Juno never invited anyone into her house before PC if they trigger that event.

Have they ever spanked or been spanked in the bedroom? Juno has before and allowed it once. Didn’t react, didn’t enjoy it. It was during an encounter with a random person in town too who KNEW her vaguely, so it was really jarring for them to see her go from her puppy persona into dead face vague annoyance. Ended the encounter soon after. Luka enjoys being spanked but impact isn’t on the top of his list. He prefers actual wounds over impact play. The longer it’ll last on him, the hornier he’ll feel about it. In fact you can instantly start an encounter with him by bringing up a wound you gave him if you have 40% love or higher. Roman enjoys slapping people but not spanking as much. They also don’t have much strength besides grip strength to be spanking people anyways. For sex it’s all about THEM, and hurting their wrists is like… eh.

Have they/would they have a threesome? Rapechestershire doesn’t really give you a choice there. Juno rarely cares for people enough to initiate sex in the first place, and Roman wants to keep appearances of purity as much as possible. Luka has and wouldn’t mind them again if Roman brought it up.

How do they feel about public displays of affection? Juno is public enemy number one of casual PDA. Also with how people see her like a puppy, no one bats an eye when you have friendly PDA with her. On the other hand, if you kiss her, people will treat it like being annoying with your dog in public. Luka doesn’t enjoy much PDA tbh. He kinda values his infamy and intimidation around town. It was defense at first and now it’s a habit. He also wouldn’t wanna put a target on anyone’s back since the underworld knows they can’t get to him. Roman is visibly and audibly praying for god to smite you down. Which one? They’re going down the list. Half for their purity facade but also because they find couples sucking faces in public as a nuisance.

Is it good sex even if they don't cum? Juno probably won’t. Unless the person is REALLY good at it and has max stats then she isn’t gonna wanna deal with that. Her stance is that bodily responses can be cleaned up later, but if the other person has max stats that gives her a new goal to one up them. Luka and Roman are hard cause they both enjoy overstimulation over edging, so they’re already in a mindset to cum easily so they can go again and stack it. Before they met though, it wasn’t the case. Neither of them care too much about not cumming during casual sex with people they don’t care about. Roman definitely wants to cum if they’re in control though, whether it’s with Luka or not.

Tongue or no tongue while kissing? Tongue. Juno prefers no tongue if it’s casual sex, but tongue absolutely if she’s taking her time. She needs your head to be melting with her. Luka has a fat yappers tongue and will be making you dizzy from oxygen deprivation. Huge hand on the back of your neck holding you steady while he goes in for more. The rule of thumb for him and sex is that if he’s bottoming he’ll take ANYTHING and everything that you give him, and if he’s on top he’s actually still taking everything. Roman actually prefers no tongue. It feels more taboo to them. It has a dirty defiling aspect to it that they enjoy.

What is their most taboo kink? Roman and Luka hold hands with his “please beat my ass”-ism.

What are their thoughts on friends with benefits? I mean it’s Rapechestershire. Juno wouldn’t care, that’s the most common type of sex she has considering a lot of people see themselves as friends with her. Luka had mostly friends with benefits before meeting Roman. Typical Rapechestershire encounters weren’t for him, but he couldn’t really have the sex he wanted most of the time. Roman has such a specific way they like having sex, and if it’s not in that way, they aren’t into it. There’s just a lot of talking and establishment that people in town aren’t willing to deal with. If they’re close to someone to wanna have sex, they’re probably not the type of person to want it or expect it, plus the whole having to preserve the TF. TLDR: they’d be open to it, but they take a while to let people even know they like sex at all, so chances are they’d be officially involved with someone before bringing it up.

What do they like and dislike about oral sex? Juno and Roman dislike giving oral. Juno prefers it over having to take anything else, but it doesn’t mean she enjoys it unless she can take her time with someone she’s at least friends with. Luka is a certified oral freak. He loves receiving, but he loves giving even more. The dude just loves the taste of sex. His least favorite part is when the person tries to get away from the overstim.

What do they think about toys in the bedroom? Juno probably would use them. She’d unretire her vibrator if you have a romantic encounter at her house. Luka and Roman regularly use them. Roman really enjoys toys as much as using their own hands. Luka prefers direct touch a bit more though. Something something, break me apart with your own hands.

What do they wear to bed? Juno wears a Victoria Secret pj set. Luka wears a shark blanket cape on top of a shitty tank top and pair of shorts. Roman wears a cute white chemise.

What do they wear when they want to feel attractive? All of them have really good confidence. They feel attractive in anything even if it’s not their style.

What is something that never fails to make them horny? Juno doesn’t really get horny, but something that makes her want to kiss others and make out just casually is mornings with others. Waking up with people is nice to her considering she didn’t wake up to other people in the house growing up, and since she was always home it made mornings empty. Nothing gets Luka off more than pointing out marks you’ve left on him. Instant way to make him soggy and barking for you. To be honest, Roman can get turned on by a lot of things. Nothing is the top thing for them, but there’s a few. The easiest one would be just begging towards them in any way.

What is the first thing that draws their attention when they meet someone new? Lots of things can get Juno’s attention. She’s watching a lot of people casually, and she finds everyone interesting in some kind of way even if it’s just them being a type of person. She also just enjoys approaching people and getting to talk to them. Juno doesn’t look at physical aspects from people until she knows them well, once she’s already attracted to them, she likes peoples lips. Luka enjoys confidence in people. Someone approaching him aggressively would put him on edge for a fight, but someone being very clear and curt about what they want would be attractive to him. Physically he tends to look at peoples collarbones first. Roman is also pretty observant towards others behavior like Juno is. They tend to notice a person’s demeanor first, but opposite to Juno, they’re looking at what will be the most useful aspect of their temperament. Physically, Roman tends to look at people’s faces first, but they linger more on shoulders.

What is their biggest turn-off? Juno will end any encounter with anyone if they try to drag her into the public. She is NAWT getting dragged into something illegal. Luka really hates someone just trying to degrade him without any set up. He’s a strong believer that both parties should be enjoying themselves here. Roman has a lot of turn-offs, but the biggest is when people in town try to force themselves on top. They are NOT putting up with sex that doesn’t give them the control they crave.

What is their favorite color to wear? Juno: Pink (Accents of teal, blue, white, and yellow. She likes a race car vibe a lot.) Luka: Grey. (He likes neutral colors like browns, muddy greens, and dark blue.) Roman: White (They like wearing angelic colors. They’re a monochrome kinda person with some yellow accents if they’re gonna do a color.)

What is their favorite kind of foreplay? Answered in another one but I’ll keep it here for other people to use.

What is their favorite kink and why? Juno enjoys sensation play a lot. A very close second is gagging for a 2-1 deal. Luka likes marking a lot, both for the mess and time it stays of it. In his eyes, hurting him is also a part of forcing affection onto him. He also really enjoys the marking aspect of things. Roman enjoys blood play a lot. They just enjoy getting to indulge in their own urges to hurt people in a safe(r) environment.

What is their favorite part of their body? Juno… m. She shamelessly enjoys her own chest as a low hanging fruit answer. Her second favorite part of herself is her biceps. She’s beefy! Mention it!!! I mean she covers it up cause sensitive shoulders- but still. Luka.. thumbs down. He loves his own dick. Also loves his hips. And his pecs. He’s usually wearing a ton of layers, but it’s out of utility. He really likes his body. Roman really loves their own face. All of it. They have a lot of pride in the expressions and features they’ve worked hard to perfect.

What is their favorite pet name? Juno enjoys being called pet. No further comment. No preference on what she calls others, and she’s GONNA ask you, so be mentally prepped. Luka will take anything, but he likes mutt. He likes calling others good though. He can and will be growling in your ear, good girl/boy, no gender? No problem. He’s gonna still be sobbing about how good it is into your shoulder. Roman enjoys being called Dearest, but they’ll take anything traditional. They don’t have a preference on what they call others.

What is their favorite position in the bedroom? Juno and Roman both like straddling and having the person sit in their lap as they hug them from behind. Juno prefers being intertwined with people while Roman prefers them in their lap. Luka loves spooning. No further. He likes being wrapped up with people as closely as possible. Absolutely menace going to bed at night.

What is their favorite type of non-sexual contact? Juno likes hand holding a lot. Luka likes kissing people but it’ll probably turn sexual for the other person. He just likes kissing and making out but for the other person they’re light headed by this dumbass eating them. Completely no room to turn it sexual answer is he likes hugging a lot. He’s always hanging off of his friends from behind (kinda hard being huge). Roman enjoys lap pillows, both giving and receiving. They only give them if they’re in a great mood though, so feel honored.

What is their newest kink? Roman and Luka both discovered the mutual blood kink together.

What is their top sexual fantasy? Juno probably fantasizes a lot more about aftercare and mornings after. Luka hasn’t talked about it yet, but he’s been itching to be put in a collar and dog bone gag. Roman……….. not gonna lie their deepest top secret fantasies are probably just all snuff. Another one would be getting worshipped in the Temple and fucked on the altar when they’re super stressed and annoyed by them.

Which part of their body do they consider the most sexy? Answered in 49. They all have self confidence in their body and draw attention to the parts they find most attractive on themselves.

Would they have sex on the first date? Same for kissing on a date. Juno and Luka don’t care but Roman will put up an act at least.

Would they rather be handcuffed or blindfolded? Juno would prefer to be blindfolded, but Luka enjoys the fight in being bound up. You’d probably need a bit more than cuffs for him though- Roman doesn’t have much of a preference. They can enjoy the art in both.

Would they rather make out or cuddle? Juno would rather cuddle but Luka and Roman prefer making out. Luka versus his massive oral fixation.

#this is probably a wild tag with zero context on the game #not proofread sorry I don’t want to #juno the charm #Luka the bite #Roman the revelation #beevo thoughts #dol #dol pc #degrees of lewdity #degrees of lewdity pc

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ladylooch · 2 years ago

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YES OK GOOD so for the Nico request it could be in a public setting and possibly a set up for car sex? like maybe him and his girl were dancing a little close and it’s been a while since they’ve been intimate but the way her hips are moving against his makes him forget that they’re in public but he finishes and she’s just surprised bc she knows how this man is like can go so many rounds with her but she takes him to the car on a little ego boost and he quickly changes his demeanor to show he’s still in control.

It can be a steamy makeout session once again it’s been a while since they’ve been intimate maybe his girl was on her period or they’ve been too busy etc

EITHER WAY: His girl is just so turned on by the fact that she makes this grown ass swiss man cum without touching him

A/N: This is such a hot request… like I’m panting. And shaking… and sweating. I went full slut for you, babe! 😏 I pretend like I’m so proud of that, like I wasn’t muttering “I need Jesus” while writing this in public. Send holy water.

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Shake That by Eminem and Nate Dogg has the guests of this Swiss wedding pumped up. All of Nico’s friends are jumping up and down, hands raised in the air as they rap every single word to the 2000s classic.

Nico and I are on the dance floor too. He notoriously hates dancing at weddings, but will always do it for me because that’s who he is. He wants his people happy and will do what he can to make that happen.

“I wanna show you what Prom is like!” I giggle, working my way around to the front of his body.

The way she’s grinding that pole, I think I’m losing control.

I start to work my ass into Nico’s lap, grinning when he instantly thickens beneath my cheeks. I’ve done this a few times before for him and every time we end up in a car or a closet or an empty hallway with him buried inside of me.

I’m desperate for him tonight.

I love visiting Nico’s family in Switzerland. They are so gracious and supportive of us. But we stay with his parents and Nico Hischier’s one flaw is he won’t fuck me in his parent’s house. He feels it is disrespectful. So it’s been weeks since I’ve had him. When we first got here, we snuck away to the bathroom at his training facility for a quickie that was not nearly enough. This weekend, we are staying in a luxurious hotel closer to the wedding than his home town. Those sheets are going to be a dichotomy later- so soft while Nico roughly rails me.

Nico’s hand drifts to my hips to gather the fabric of my dress. I have a pouffier skirt that provides a curtain along his lap to hide his large erection tenting his black pants.

“Mmm. Feels so good.” He sounds buzzed.

Look at this lady all in front of me, sexy as can be. Tonight I want a slut. Would you be mine?

His forehead comes to my shoulder, focusing in on the movement of my body against his. I can feel his cock pulse as the tempo of the song picks up a bit more. The air is getting hot between us. Sweat beads along my scalp and threatens to roll down my neck. I lift my hair to help, but Nico’s lips assault my skin immediately. He’s leaving tiny bite marks along my neck, making me ache.

Nico works my hips deeper into his hard cock. He’s perched perfectly between my thighs now. I can feel his breath getting hotter and faster on my neck. I lay back against his shoulder, wrapping an arm around his neck and increasing the tempo for us both. Nico moans into my ear, biting at my lobe. I turn, placing a kiss against the underside of his jaw. He works his face around to capture my lips in his. When I force my tongue into his mouth, I can feel him cum. I pause my movements. Nico gropes me back into him and bucks his hips up as he finishes.

“Fuck.” He whines into my mouth.

My skin is on fire.

My folds are soaked at the realization that I made him cum by grinding into his dick.

This man, who can go three, sometimes four, rounds a night, exploded in his pants because he couldn’t hold it back. I’ve died and gone to heaven.

I feel my pussy clench and wish there was a way to slide his hand into me right there to finish me off too.

“Babe. That is so fucking sexy.” I whisper, turning and pressing my front to him. “I wanna come too.” I’m worried he might be embarrassed, but his eyes are wild and chaotic. I’ve never seen Nico this way.

“Okay. Let’s go to the car.” He puts his hands on my hips, spinning me so I walk in front of him. He grabs some cocktail napkins from the bar as we leave, presumably to clean himself up. I’ve got a better idea though. “God, your ass is just unreal tonight.” He lifts my skirt to slap it bare as we walk out of the venue. “Wanna grab those cheeks while you’re riding me.”

“Please.” I moan. He reaches around, sliding his hand through my slit now that we are alone in the parking lot. The friction of us walking and his fingers is enough for me to grunt in appreciation.

“You’re soaked for me.”

Nico opens the door to the backseat, forcing me in. I slide all the way over, then attach myself to his face when he closes the door. My hands are on his belt, tugging at the enclosure. I whine when I can’t get it all the way off. Nico chuckles at my desperation. Funny, considering he’s the one that came in his pants. He pushes his pants down, exposing his softening cock. It’s sticky from his cum and I want to taste it. The saltiness coats my tongue as I pull him in.

I take my time, licking along every inch of his skin, taking his seed off of him and into my mouth. Nico licks his lips above me, swallowing loudly as I run my tongue along his balls. He is getting erect again, balls tightening up against his hard shaft. I pull one into my mouth, rolling my tongue along it as he groans.

“Scheiße, Baby” He whispers in German. He only slips into his native tongue with me when he’s really turned on. I surprise him by taking him fully to the back of my throat in one stroke.

“Oh my god, babe.” He moans. “Fuck, just like that.” I bob up and down his hard length, moaning when he reaches back to play with my wet folds. He stuffs a finger into me, fingering my pussy as I take him deep into the back of my throat. He’s hard again. My hand strokes at the part of him I can’t fit fully into my mouth. He gathers my hair, forcing me to do three deeper strokes before he lets me off. My eyes tear up. He strokes my cheeks, bringing my face to his, kissing my mouth roughly. His thumb plays with my bottom lip as I work my way to straddle him

“Look at this view.” He mumbles as I move. “You got first round.” He slaps my ass hard as I start to settle.

I’m thankful I decided on the short cocktail dress instead of the longer dress I brought with. I hike it up around my hips as Nico steadies himself at my entrance. I rock my hips back into him. We both groan loudly. I bounce wildly immediately, using him to get myself to where I need to go like he did earlier. His hands act as a guide, but he doesn’t hold me at all. He watches with sexy eyes, tight dimples in his cheeks, as I force myself up and down. I rake my hand through my hair as I ride him, feeling like a sex goddess with how he watches every flicker of pleasure on my face.

“You fuck me so good.” He whispers as the sounds of us connecting fills the car. “My sexy girlfriend that makes me cum from her perfect ass on the dance floor.”

“Neeks.” I moan. He’s so sexy right now with his dirty talk and his lips on my chest and the way he pulls away to watch me every few kisses because he can’t get enough of me riding him.

“Be good and cum for me so I can take over.” I place a hand on his shoulders for leverage bucking my hips into his as fast and consistently as I can. My other hand comes to rub my clit in large circles, digging in to find just the right pressure that puts me over the edge. My breasts squeeze together. He pulls the cup down to suck on my nipple. I widen my hips to take him as deep as possible, whining that its barely enough. His other hand comes up, pinching my other nipple. There it is. Nico coos sweet words to me as I cum, squeezing his cock enough that his voice shakes.

Once I’ve relaxed, his hands finally rest on my hips, then move back to my ass cheeks. He takes over, beating forcefully into me. He pulls me up a bit more so he can pound in and out further. His balls slap at my ass, filling the car with clapping sounds that drown out our moans. The car begins to shake beneath our force. I arch my back, bringing my hand down to cup his balls. I roll them over in my hand, the other braced on the ceiling for grounding.

“Nico. More.” I beg. When he hits the next level, I moan his name again. “Yes. Yes… Keep doing that. Oh… MY… God…..” The last word is a high pitched squeak that drenches him beneath me. His second orgasm shudders deep inside of me, filling me with hot cum that seeps out with his last few thrusts into me. I stay arched like that, holding the ceiling with a firm grip on Nico’s balls like I’ve been frozen in place. I’m still convulsing around him, needy little flutters that have Nico rocking our hips together a few more times.

“You have never come that hard.” He chuckles against the red skin of my breasts. He buries his nose there, then trails kisses along the swells. My nipples pucker against the dress in response.

Eventually, I stop arching, sitting with Nico softening inside of me.

“I love weddings with you.” I sigh. This isn’t the first time we’ve spent a wedding reception in the parking lot. Hopefully not the last either.

“Me too. If we time this post sex snuggling right, it will probably be cake time.” I can’t help but laugh. Nico can’t have sex and not cuddle.

“Mmmm, can I feed yours to you?” I’m coy as I kiss along his lips, teasing the corners with my tongue.

“You can do fucking anything to me, baby.”

“Good. I’ve got a couple more things in mind later.”

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