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So here in Japan it's fairly common to have little shade tents when you go to the park in summer. You bring them yourself, there's no public shade tents.
They're not fancy camping tents, they wouldn't hold up to more than a summer evening in a backyard, but they're nice. You sit in them and be cool, and enjoy lunch, and the kids can nap. It's great.
So I bought one finally.
It's over of those wire frames where you just remove it from the container and it springs into shape. It's great, just a minute to stake it and it's good.
Folding it back up though?
I don't know enough Klingon curses to describe that hell.
The tent does not want to be small again.
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Possessive!Gojo who makes you wear his jersey when you go to parties at his fraternity after games, openly admiring the way you dwarf inside his clothes. He leans forward on the edge of the bed to get a better look, resting his elbows on his knees, his eyes raking over every inch of you from head to toe.
"Toru, it's too big," you pout, checking out your reflection in the floor-length mirror on his closet door. “I look silly.”
The tent growing in his sweats says otherwise—all the blood in his body rushing from one head to the other just from seeing two things that are his coexisting—and he gives you another once-over, thinking of several ways to describe you, silly not being one of them.
"You’re so pretty, baby.” He swears he’s a little drunk from the sight of you, but he means it.
Possessive!Gojo who pushes you up against the door inside the locker room before a game—slightly jealous from the guys looking at you as they filed out into the hall, and equally turned on because he knows they can’t have you—telling you he can't play with a hard-on before he's pressing into you from behind.
He can feel your tummy quivering under his hand where he holds you close, feels how his cock is carving its way inside of you, and you both moan when he presses down lightly. It makes him dizzy how tight and small you are; pulsing, wet, and swollen-soft velvet that gives every time he buries himself into you.
"You gonna hold all of my cum in this cute cunt until after the game, y-yeah?" he sucks the question into your neck. “Don’t worry, I’ll lick it out of you afterward. Just keep it warm for me, ’kay?”
You answer him with a high-pitched whine as you clench down hard around him, cumming with a muffled scream against his palm and nearly pushing him out of your warm, fluttering heat.
Possessive!Gojo makes sure to stuff his cum back into your drooling cunt with two thick fingers, curling them into your front wall to pull another soft orgasm out of you—just a little more, ah, there you go, always so good for me—before he helps you fix your panties to trap it there.
His arms wrap around you before he presses a tender kiss to your temple. “Don’t forget to cheer for me.”
Possessive!Gojo whose smirk from watching you squirm in the stands, melts into a glare when a guy takes the empty seat beside you, sitting almost too close for his liking.
“Stop staring at your girlfriend and hit the fucking puck already,” Sukuna grumbles, leaning against his stick.
Possessive!Gojo who makes sure to fuck you in the backseat of his car afterward with the windows cracked in hopes that the guy from the stands would walk by to you moaning Gojo’s name, and he eats you out just like he promised—bending you over the center console, smiling to himself at how shy and squirmy you get—only to fill you up again.
Possessive!Gojo who pouts whenever Nanami manages to steal your attention with something sciency and nerdy (something entirely up your alley) whenever you come over on weeknights.
“That’s so neat, Nanami,” you smile, hearts practically in your eyes as you listen to him talk about his latest research. “Maybe I can stop by the lab and check it out sometime.”
Possessive!Gojo who doesn’t miss the way Nanami’s ears turn a shade of red from your praise—color high in his cheeks—how he gives a sheepish smile whenever you talk to him.
“Toru,” you say, finally bringing your soft, pretty gaze on him again. “Are you even studying?”
Yeah, he is, but something else entirely, he thinks as he watches how your shorts hug your ass while you walk around the house’s common room—and he’s not the only one staring.
Possessive!Gojo who slaps your thigh, making you jolt in his lap. "Did I tell you to stop, huh, baby?"
You shake your head, biting your lip and avoiding the pair of eyes watching both of you (intently) from across the room—especially you—a quiet observer as you slowly sink onto your boyfriend’s cock while Nanami thrusts his own into his fist.
"Ah, fuck—b-but–"
Your words break off into a choked moan when Gojo thrusts his hips up underneath you, pressed as deep inside as he can get, and when he looks down, he swears he can see the imprint of himself pressing against your stomach.
"Tell me what I said,” he says through gritted teeth as he starts bouncing you, the couch continuing its steady squeaking under your knees.
Possessive!Gojo who can tell that it's hard for you to concentrate with the way his cock moves inside you, and you’re unable to answer with anything other than babbling nonsense. He decides to take mercy on you and stops to grind you in his lap instead.
He kisses your cheek, your neck, anywhere he can get his mouth on. "I said, don't stop until you cum, and you’re going to let Nanami see how fucking pretty you look when you do."
The next sound out of your mouth is a squeal when he holds your inner thighs to keep you open as he thrusts up into you again and again—letting Nanami see what can never be his.
“That’s it, baby,” he growls. “So good for me. Go on, show him how my good girl takes cock.”
Possessive!Gojo who locks eyes with Nanami just as he’s about to cum, burying his groans of pleasure into your neck as white-hot sparks shudder up his spine and heat pools in his gut.
Mine, he tries to say, but Gojo thinks his frat brother gets it when Gojo’s the one cumming inside you and Nanami’s spilling all over his fist.
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Obedient Slave
(Hong Eunchae x Male Reader) (Anal, Creampie, Degrading)
(thanks for my 2k followers, this is little gift from me)
The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting a warm glow through the tall windows of my study. I had been expecting Eunchae for some time now, and the anticipation was almost palpable. My slave, a petite Korean woman with soft, almond-shaped eyes and raven hair that cascaded down her slender back, had become a fixture in my life, a silent shadow that attended to my every need. Today, however, had been different. I had commanded her to wait for me in my chamber, naked and ready, and the thought of her obediently complying sent a shiver down my spine.
As I entered the room, the scent of her perfume enveloped me, a heady mix of jasmine and vanilla that was uniquely her. There she was, standing by the window, her body bathed in the soft light, her eyes cast down, her hands clasped behind her back. She was exquisite, her skin a delicate shade of cream, her small, pert breasts tipped with dark nipples, and her silken hair framing her face like a dark halo.
"Eunchae," I said, my voice low and commanding. She turned to face me, her eyes meeting mine for a brief moment before fluttering downwards again. "You are even more beautiful than I imagined."
She said nothing, her silence a testament to her training. I approached her, my steps slow and deliberate, my eyes never leaving hers. I reached out and cupped her chin, tilting her head up so I could look into her eyes. "You have been a good girl, haven't you?" I asked, my thumb tracing her lower lip.
"Yes, Master," she whispered, her voice barely audible.
I smiled, my fingers trailing down her neck, her collarbone, her ribcage, until they reached the swell of her breast. I circled her nipple, watching as it hardened beneath my touch. "And today," I said, my voice a low rumble, "today you will please me in ways you have never pleased me before."
Her breath hitched, her eyes widening slightly. I could see the fear in them, the apprehension, but also the desire, the need to please. It was a heady combination, one that sent a surge of heat through my veins.
I took her hand and led her to the bed, pushing her gently until she was seated on the edge. I knelt before her, my hands on her thighs, my eyes locked onto hers. "I want to taste you, Eunchae," I murmured, my fingers spreading her legs, my thumbs tracing the insides of her thighs.
She shivered, her eyes fluttering closed. I leaned in, my tongue finding her clit, teasing it, tasting it. She whimpered, her hands fisting the sheets, her hips bucking slightly. I smiled against her, my tongue delving deeper, my fingers joining in, stroking, probing, until she was a writhing mass of need beneath me.
I stood up, my cock throbbing, my breath ragged. I wanted her, all of her, her mouth, her pussy, her ass. I wanted to fuck her until she screamed, until she begged for more. I undressed quickly, my eyes never leaving hers, my cock jutting out, hard and ready.
"Stand up," I commanded, my voice harsh. She complied, her body trembling slightly. I turned her around, my hands on her hips, my cock pressing against her ass. "I want you to suck me first," I whispered, my voice a low growl.
She hesitated for a moment, her breath ragged, her hands clenched into fists. I could see the fear in her eyes, the uncertainty, but also the desire, the need to please. I smiled, my hands gripping her hips tighter. "You can do it, Eunchae," I whispered, my voice a low rumble. "You can please me."
She sank to her knees, her hands tentative as they reached for my cock. I groaned as her fingers wrapped around me, her touch tentative but sure. She looked up at me, her eyes meeting mine, her lips parting slightly. I watched as she leaned in, her tongue licking the tip of my cock, her lips wrapping around it, her head bobbing up and down.
I groaned, my hands fisting in her hair, guiding her, controlling her. She took me deeper, her lips tight, her tongue swirling around me. I could feel the pleasure building, the heat coursing through my veins. I wanted to come, wanted to fill her mouth with my cum, but I held back, wanting to savor the moment, wanting to make it last.
I pulled her to her feet, my hands on her shoulders. I turned her around, my cock pressing against her ass. I could see the anticipation in her eyes, the fear, the desire. I smiled, my hands gripping her hips, my cock probing her entrance.
"Mmhh master, fuck my ass" Eunchae groan and I slap her ass
Relax," I whispered, my voice a low rumble. I could feel her muscles tense, could see the apprehension in her eyes. I leaned in, my lips against her ear, my breath hot. "You can do this, Eunchae," I whispered. "You can take me."
I felt her relax, her muscles loosening, her body opening up to me. I pushed in slowly, my cock stretching her, filling her. She gasped, her hands clenching the sheets, her body tensing again. I stilled, my hands on her hips, my breath ragged. "Breathe," I whispered, my voice a low rumble. "Breathe and relax."
She did, her body loosening, her muscles relaxing. I pushed in deeper, my cock filling her completely. She whimpered, her body tensing again, but I could see the pleasure in her eyes, the desire, the need. I began to move, my hips thrusting slowly, my cock sliding in and out of her.
"Yes master, don't stop to fuck my ass, I am your little slut" I pound her ass really hard and pull her hair as her moan hard
She moaned, her head falling forward, her hands gripping the sheets tighter. I could feel her body opening up to me, could feel her relaxing, could feel her pleasure building. I reached around, my fingers finding her clit, stroking it, teasing it, until she was writhing beneath me, her body bucking against mine, her moans becoming louder, more insistent.
I reached down, my fingers finding her pussy, wet and ready. I pushed two fingers inside her, my thumb finding her clit, stroking it, teasing it. She moaned, her body tensing, her breath coming in short gasps. I could feel her orgasm building, could feel her body tightening, her muscles clenching around me.
"Cum for me, Eunchae," I growled, my voice harsh. "Cum all over my cock."
She did, her body convulsing, her muscles clenching around me, her screams of pleasure filling the room. I could feel her orgasm, could feel her pleasure, could feel her body milking my cock. I thrust harder, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of her, until I could feel my own orgasm building, until I could feel the pleasure coursing through my veins, until I could feel the heat, the need, the desire.
I pulled out, my cock throbbing, my breath ragged. I turned her around, my hands on her hips, my cock pressing against her pussy. She looked up at me, her eyes glazed, her body still trembling from her orgasm. I smiled, my hands gripping her hips tighter. "I'm going to fuck you now, Eunchae," I whispered, my voice a low rumble. "I'm going to fuck you until you scream."
I thrust into her, my cock filling her completely. She gasped, her hands gripping my shoulders, her body arching against mine. I began to move, my hips thrusting, my cock sliding in and out of her, my hands gripping her hips tighter, my body pressing against hers.
She moaned, her body moving with mine, her hips bucking against me, her breath coming in short gasps. I could feel her body opening up to me, could feel her pleasure building, could feel her desire, her need. I reached down, my fingers finding her clit, stroking it, teasing it, until she was writhing beneath me, her body bucking against mine, her moans becoming louder, more insistent.
I could feel my own orgasm building, could feel the pleasure coursing through my veins, could feel the heat, the need, the desire. I thrust harder, my hips moving faster, my cock sliding in and out of her, until I could feel my own orgasm building, until I could feel the pleasure coursing through my veins, until I could feel the heat, the need, the desire.
I pulled her to me, my body pressing against hers, my cock filling her completely. I could feel her body convulsing, could feel her muscles clenching around me, could feel her screams of pleasure filling the room. I came, my body shuddering, my cock throbbing, my breath ragged. I could feel my cum filling her, could feel my pleasure, could feel my desire, my need.
"Master mmhhh" Eunchae face get redden as i fuck her on all her hole
I collapsed on top of her, my body slick with sweat, my breath ragged. I could feel her body trembling beneath me, could feel her heart racing, could feel her body relaxing, her muscles loosening. I rolled off her, my body spent, my mind reeling. I looked at her, her body sprawled on the bed, her eyes glazed, her body still trembling from her orgasm. I smiled, my hand reaching out to stroke her cheek. "You pleased me, Eunchae," I whispered, my voice a low rumble. "You pleased me very much."
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SUMMER HEAT pt2
summer sex with hq men
characters ☀ suna, daichi, bokuto & nishinoya
tws/tags ☀ handjobs // vaginal, size kink // semi public, fingering, breeding // oral (receiving)
SUNA RINTARŌ liked to laze outside in the hammock with you, sheltered from the blistering sun by the shade of the trees. one arm wrapped around your shoulder, and the other resting of your waist as you nuzzled against him. it was calm for a while, until you positioned yourself in such a way that your tits were pressed right against his chest. soon enough, you could feel his length stiffening and prodding against your thigh. suna chose against aknowledging it, but when you looked up at him with a devilish smile, you could see a gentle pink dusting over his features. "want some help?" you offer kindly, as you slip your hand beneath his shorts and stroke his cock. eyes closed, he nods, "would you, baby?" his question is answered as he feels your delicate hands wrap around his length and start pumping, eliciting hushed moans from your boyfriend, you could feel his biceps tense around you as he pulled you even closer towards him. "fuck, (y/n). you're so perfect."
DAICHI SAWAMURA goes on a camping trip every summer with his friends, but this year they are all busy with their own affairs so he convinces you to come with him instead. though camping with you is a little different than with his friends. your hands are pinned above your head by daichi, against the floor of the tent while his massive cock drills into your hole. your nipples perk at the cold night air, tempting him to take one in his mouth and suck. you arch your back and let out a shriek-like moan at how his girth rips you open, and he chuckles, while keeping his vigorous rhythm, "might want to be quiet, doll." he captures your lips in his own, keeping you in a ferocious kiss before suddenly pulling away, "you don't want to wake the bears." you whimper at the suggestion, remaining quiet for a couple of moments before you continue to scream at how your strained walls have to contort to accommodate his size. you figured nothing the bears could do to you would hurt more than daichi.
BOKUTO KŌTARŌ was very excited to visit the water park with you. but after he saw you in your swim suit, he spent the majority of his time in the park praying for your bikini top to get caught in the slide. and after going down together, with you on his lap, he has to drag you away to the changing rooms so he can relieve himself before he gets back in the pool. he has your wet body bent over against the door of the stall, thick fingers stimulating your aching clit while his cock rams into you, over and over again. with his other hand grabbing your ass, watching your shiny body bounce with each thrust, it doesn't take long before he's ready to burst inside you. his eyes are tightly shut and he grits his teeth together to avoid moaning your name in the public changing rooms, this is about the quietest he's ever been. he pants heavily in lieu of moans, taking deep, laboured breaths that guide him through his climax, as your tight hole wrings him dry and he spills into you. as much as he enjoys the feeling of your snug cunt, eventually he pulls out, but he shoves his fingers in immediately in place of his cock, causing you to yelp. "sorry, babe," he whispers, "can't have you leaking into the water though." you exhale out your nose, "i think i'm done with pools for today, actually."
NISHINOYA YŪ picked up fishing during his travels, and was eager to share his new-found hobby with you. so on a nice, warm day, he decided to rent a boat and take you out into the middle of a lake so you could join him. however, he should've known that the two of you plus a secluded area could only lead to one thing. the boat rocks and you hear the slushing of water with each fierce thrust. your wanton moans echo across the lake, in the stark contrast to the previous tranquility. "shh." he smirks, placing a finger over your lips, "you'll scare the fish away." you bite your lip in attempt to suppress your moans, but he only tosses his head back and increases the pace. "so fuckin' sexy." he grunts, pulling out, only so he can drop onto his chest and push his face between your legs, tongue lapping up your juices, desperate for your taste.
#haikyuu smut#nishinoya smut#bokuto smut#suna smut#daichi smut#haikyuu x reader#daichi x reader#daichi x y/n#daichi sawamura#bokuto x reader#bokuto koutaro x reader#nishinoya x reader#nishinoya x you#suna x reader#suna x you#suna x y/n#👾nsfw
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Feixiao sitting at her desk when you crawl into her lap, purposefully trying to distract her and rile her up. So when her patience wears out she grabs the collar of your shirt, stands up so you’re suddenly lying on your back, pinning your hands to the desk above you. All you can do is giggle because you know she’s going to give you exactly what you deserve wanted
[nsft utc]
“vixen, what do you think you’re doing?”
feixiao’s tone is carefully measured as you slip onto her lap. it would’ve been entirely innocent, if not for the lingerie you’re wearing—lingerie she picked out herself. it’s more decorative on your skin than anything actually contributing to some modicum of modesty. the fabric is a lace so delicate it’s sheer, wispy like it might just dissolve with a warm touch. feixiao can see everything, all of you; from your already-stiff nipples to the areolas a shade darker than the surrounding skin of your breast, just as equally exposed. the half of the set held up in delicate butterfly knots on your hips teases the shape of your pretty pussy, the plush flesh of your labia and the way it’s already starting to glisten with your wetness. clearly, you planned this. feixiao swallows. sets her pen down and flexes her grip around the meat of your hips. you sigh, pleased at the action—or the reaction, rather. you off her a charming, disarming smile, your finger tracing the bow of her painted lips.
“keeping you company,” you answer, eyes like a pair of glowing half-moons. feixiao snorts, rolling her eyes.
“in lingerie?”
“i like to be comfortable.”
a growl rumbles in her throat. something flickers in your eyes, dark and deep, and you grind down into her lap. a quick, sharp movement, but it has feixiao sucking in a harsh breath, nails digging into your skin. there’s an almost angry tent in her shorts, like her cock is demanding to be freed from its confines. a laugh falls from your lip like spilled honey, thick in feixiao’s ears.
“temptress,” she says hoarsely. you roll your hips again in that sinful, perfect, circle, and feixiao resists the urge to bite down into your shoulder. you coo, then lean up on your knees above her lap to whisper into her ear.
“are you tempted?” you ask, and with the space afforded by the minor change in position, your hand slips down to cup the bulge in her shorts. white flashes behind feixiao’s eyes, and her self-control that has been fraying ever since you stepped into her home-office snaps.
feixiao surges like the north wind, a jetstream, unstoppable and unyielding. she grabs your wandering hands with only one of her own, the other bracing your hip as she lifts you up only to push you back down onto her desk. you gasp, high and pitchy, only to devolve into a needy moan as feixiao bumps her clothed cock against your dripping pussy that has now utterly ruined your pretty little lingerie. feixiao chuckles low in her throat at the sight, using her free hand to drag a finger along your drenched folds, pressing the sheer fabric against your lower lips and delighting in the way it molds to the shape of you.
“is this what you wanted, vixen?” she breaths against your ear, and you shudder. you bat your lashes at her, managing a cheeky, almost bratty smile. yes. feixiao’s lip curls into a snarl masquerading as a sneer. her head dips low and her teeth worry the skin of your shoulder.
“then we’ll only stop when i say so.”
(feixiao fucks you until your voice is gone and you’ve squirted around her cock enough times that she’s quite sure the leather of her office chair is ruined. oh, well. she’ll just get the artisanship commission a new one. maybe even one that’s waterproof.)
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Trailer park Steve AU pt 67
part 1 | part 66 | ao3
cw: recreational drug use
Waiting around to die or get arrested or whatever fucking sucks. Partly because there’s no running water (Steve’s never wanted to take a stress shower so badly in his life) and partly because Eddie won’t let him stay sober. Has it in his head that altering Steve’s mental state will keep Vecna away, like hanging a mosquito net over the opening of a tent.
It’s not not working, he guesses.
He hasn’t fallen in to any more hallucinated open graves, at least.
He comes down the stairs a little before noon, towel-drying his hair after a bottled water sink bath, and finds Eddie in the kitchen: Reeboks on, hair a cotton candy mess, head-to-toe teddy bear tie-dye under his leather jacket — a matching shirt and sweats that he fished out of Rick’s dresser. He’s stirring Spaghettios in a small pot at the stove, and when he sees Steve come in he turns to offer some, the wooden spoon held out with a sort of desperate perkiness. “Morning! I found food that isn’t expired. You want some?”
Steve shakes his head.
Eddie shovels the whole spoonful into his mouth; wipes sauce off his chin, speaks before he’s finished chewing. “I also found blotters in the freezer and shrooms in the bedroom closet, so uh. Pick your poison.”
Steve picks the shrooms. They wait a few hours to take them because Eddie swears the sunset while you’re tripping is unparalleled, man, although Steve kind of suspects that he’s just giving him time to work up the nerve to eat them. He still gets nervous about chemicals — probably always will, after the shit the Russians did.
In the meantime, Eddie rummages through Rick’s cassette collection, and Steve talks to Robin on the walkie; gets all the new details in staticky half-sentences — something about mind flayers and mental hospitals, what else is new? He tells her to be safe; tells her that he loves her; keeps his eyes trained on the clock.
—
Shrooms smell and taste like ass. Steve can’t stomach them; spits into the grass while Eddie laughs sympathetically and hands him a little square of paper to put on his tongue instead, and they spread out side by side on a few old beach towels by the water and wait for it to kick in.
Nothing, at first, not that Steve expected different. Twenty minutes; forty-five.
“Still nothing?”
“Nothing.”
And then.
Eddie holds up a glossy aquamarine pebble, squinting at its glow in the late afternoon sun. “I should give this rock to Skye. Bet she’d love it.”
“That’s a shard of glass.”
Eddie blinks at it. “Oh, shit.”
Steve snorts, and when he looks at Eddie sideways there’s a glimmer of that same cerulean shade outlining his whole body, a low-frequency feather of energy rolling off of him in waves. Eddie moves his arm and the color chases it, a long-exposure photo of high beams on rain-slick roads.
“Oh,” Steve says, mouth slack. His voices echo in his head; all six of them. “I think I’m…”
“Yeah?” Eddie asks, eyes alight, pupils blown.
“Yeah.”
All at once something slots into place, attunes itself inside of Steve, and it’s like… he can see Eddie’s mind; touch it, cradle it, reach out to it with its own. It feels crazy. Psychedelics are fucking crazy. He reaches out a hand, slicing through ribbons of shimmering light, tasting the colors as they fade, and Eddie’s emotions spread out in high-definition before him — like the image has always been there but now it’s crystal clear; someone’s shifted his focal point, filled a kiddie pool with Epsom salt and left him there to float.
“I see you,” he says nonsensically.
Eddie frowns. “I’m sorry.”
“…That I can see you?”
“I usually am.”
That’s not right. Eddie’s thoughts shouldn’t sour on his account, shouldn’t sag in the middle like a moldy tangerine. “I can close my eyes?”
“Fuck,” Eddie laughs, thin and strained. “Don’t say shit like that when I’m not allowed to kiss you.”
“You’re not?”
He hesitates. “Am I?” Antsy fingers drum the grass, overgrown with vibrant clover and dandelion stalks. “Just feel like we should talk first, if uh, if it’s safe.”
Steve probes his own mind, tests it for outside threats, but there’s nothing. The acid forms a fractal fortress. Penrose steps, paradoxical and strange. “It’s safe.”
He moves to lie on his side, invites Eddie to do the same. “Talk into the kiss,” he suggests when Eddie joins him — face to face, chest to chest, Steve can see the thrum of Eddie’s heartbeat in the hollow of his throat; wants to press his thumb to it, so he does, the sense memory of ripe cherries bursting on his tongue.
Eddie’s lips against his own; hovering. Static electricity like the scent of summer rain. “I think my pride makes me a coward.”
Steve rubs his dry lips across Eddie’s, chapped skin and shared heat.
“It’s like… I kept trying to tell myself that I was being… I don’t know, valiant, or some shit? Like, ‘oh, he’s so much better without me. I’m the town pariah; I’m keeping him safe by running away.’” He thumps his fist against his heart as if beating a shield to shining armor, and Steve can’t see his eyebrows with their foreheads pressed together, but he can feel Eddie scrunching them into a picture-perfect hero frown. Almost has to laugh — so fucking theatrical even when he’s serious.
“But if I’m honest,” Eddie murmurs, “it wasn’t like that at all. Nothing fucking brave about vanishing on you. Like, what?” His voice shifts again, lilting but critical, a comedian doing crowd work. “I get a liiiittle fucked up by townies two too many times, and I sabotage my whole life over it? Ruin the best thing I’ve ever had over it? As if this goddamn horseshit hasn’t been happening to me since— forever! Shit.” He blows his bangs out of his face; calms himself. Goes a little cross-eyed trying to look Steve in the eye. “I got scared, Steve. There it is. That’s the ugly truth of it.”
He swallows harshly in the dense silence that follows.
Robins chirp; cars pass.
The lake laps at the shore and casts prisms like fishing line, spiderwebs of rainbow light flashing behind Steve’s eyelids. He brings his hands up to Eddie’s face.
“Christ.” Eddie shudders; lets himself become dead weight, rubbing his cheek into the touch, warm stubble scratching over the pads of Steve’s fingers. “Am I making any sense? I feel like I’m not making any sense.”
Yes. No. “You’re making sense. I mean. As much as anything is right now.” The sandy brown freckles on the bridge of Eddie’s nose are swirling like snow flurries. Steve traces them with curious hands. His knuckles blur and swivel, too. “You left because… you wanted to protect me from… yourself?” He sums up, not sure if he’s getting the math right.
“I left because I’m a scared little shit who couldn’t handle getting bullied in a parking lot, but uh. Yeah. I guess I, like, didn’t want to…” His eyes go big and startled, cheeks flooding bright pink. “Oh, shit, I was about to say I didn’t want to curse you, Jesus Christ.”
Steve honks with laughter. Loud and deep and punched out without warning, because the irony of that — that there’s a literal big bad running around cursing people, and the person who was actually doing some real good in his life decided that he was the problem — it’s fucking— hilarious! Hysterical! Steve giggles himself sick, lungs burning as it tapers to a silent wheeze, and Eddie joins him, confusion giving way to compulsion; contagion in the manic giddiness spewing out of Steve.
“You thought—” Steve struggles through hiccups, tears beading in his lash line, “you thought you were the bad luck charm in this relationship?”
“Don’t mock me!” Eddie whines, still laughing. “I already said it was dumb.”
“It’s so dumb.” Eddie may be the cutest, dumbest thing he’s ever seen. He rubs his thumbs over his cheekbones, smile fading. “If anyone’s a curse, it’s me.” Four for four here on getting dragged into supernatural shit. Does Eddie really think homophobes are more dangerous than hell dimensions?
Eddie’s already shaking his head. “You’re a fucking blessing.”
Warmth radiates through Steve, drips from the crown of his head like a downpour of holy water. He feels anointed. Ascended. He feels— “Please tell me we’re allowed to kiss now.”
Their mouths crush together, impossible to tell who moves first, whose tongue is in whose mouth, whose desperate breath Steve swallows as Eddie rolls him onto his back. Hands roam and pull and clutch, molding the shape of him into the earth. Maybe someday, Steve thinks, if aliens invade, they’ll study these imprints like crop circles, trampled declarations of how much Steve loves this boy. “God,” he gasps into the kiss. “Missed you so much.”
“So much.”
“Don’t do that to me again. Don’t go.”
“Never,” Eddie swears. His grip tightens on Steve’s waist. “Never again, baby, I fucking promise. I think I—”
On the far side of the house, leaves crunch and branches snap as a car pulls up the drive. Boots on pavement, rowdy voices; unfamiliar; red alert.
“Spread out, boys!” the voice of Jason Carver bellows. “If that Freak’s in here, we’ll find him.”
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part 68
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Day 26: Edging
♤♡-Pairs: Xiao x fem!reader
☆☆-Warnings: Fingering, edging, praise, mentions of predator/prey dynamic (small), delayed orgasm, pussy eating, cuming on face, teasing
"Breathtaking," Xiao found himself saying as he watched you squirm on the bed. Your skin flushed a rose pink as his fingers slipped deeper into your pussy. The soft feel of your walls wrapping around his digits, a stark contrast to the obscene squelch of your juices. "X-Xiao," you cried. Your tummy muscles tensing each time he prodded at your g-spot. He hummed.
"You can do it, just a little longer." The tent is his pants twitched, his eyes enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him.
He liked watching you squirm. Like prey caught in a trap. Xiao wasn't mean about it, but he wasn't exactly fair either. Unless you truly weren't enjoying yourself, he wouldn't stop edging you until he was satisfied. But you didn't mind, the sensation turning you on just as much as it did him.
"You're so pretty when your pussy flutters around me like that." The deep tone of his voice made that exact scenario happen, he gave a half smirk. "Yes. Just like that."
"P-Please.." you begged, feeling the knot in your tummy spasm, close to exploding. Yet it didn't. Xiao felt it, the way you spasmed around him and slipped his fingers out. His slicked fingers rubbing your thigh as you whined, almost crying from being so close but not enough. He kneaded your flesh, his fingers ghosting over your pussy lips to still give you stimulation. But it wasn't enough.
"You wanna cum?" He questioned, already knowing the answer.
You nodded, nails close to shredding the sheets beneath you. "Okay, you can cum." His smile was small as he slipped his fingers back in but it wasn't the same. The pace slow and deliberate, working you up. You tried to angle your hips, to push him deeper. But with one hand he stopped you, the gold in his eyes flickering a darker shade; warning you.
You pouted, "mean." You managed to say, making him shrug in response.
"Careful. I won't let you cum at all if you keep up that attitude." His fingers continued the same pace, the tips barely brushing against that spot inside you. It still felt good, especially when he swiped his thumb against your puffy clit. Sensitive and swollen from the hour of slow build up. Sweat formed on your brows and in the valley between your breasts. And he felt that telltale sign that you were close.
His tongue glided across his lips before leaning down, adding his tongue into the mix. "Oh-oh-fuck! Cuming, I'm cuming!"
You yelped, the wet muscle of his tongue being exactly what you needed to send you over the edge. Pussy contracting and sucking his fingers in deeper. He groaned, slurping and lapping at your juices as they poured out of you. "That's it. Keep going," he mumbled against your clit, flicking his tongue over the sensitive bud. Only when your body began to twitch and you sniffled did he remove himself. Slotting his fingers in between his mouth to clean the rest of you.
"Delicious." He spoke, pupils blown wide as you caught a glimpse of the wet spot on the front of his pants.
"My turn."
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21 maxiel
Mini fic / Ficlet prompts (Open & extremely slow)
21. Things you said when we were on top of the world Max/Daniel | 794 words | Rating: Mature Everything is Red
Everything is cherry red. Max’s flushed cheeks. Lips glistening. He’s leaning against the side of someone’s candy-painted convertible and eye fucking Danny over the rim of a warm beer. He’s a shade more than sun-kissed, wearing a tight t-shirt he’d ripped the sleeves off of that morning, his normal khaki shorts, and a Dodge HEMI baseball cap with flames licking up the sides. Turned backward of course.
There’s a forbidden fruit metaphor in all this that Danny chooses not to dwell on. He’s buzzed, high on the killer set they played earlier and thinking about that rainbow pack of condoms back at the shitty motel they’d copped for the night. They’d already used the red one, a shame really, but the sunset is painting the sky crimson behind Max and maybe that is enough poetic bullshit for the night.
Max turns to look at him and it’s like a laser pointer, one of those annoying ones that kids shine in your eyes and you have to look away or risk damaging your retinas. Everything with Max is like that. Intense, focused, and for Danny—inescapable.
He must look away too soon, a beer bottle raised to meet his lips as he studies the chipped paint of an ancient Subaru, because Max’s voice tickles his ear a moment later.
Little shit is too fucking silent and sneaky when he wants to be.
“Are you pissed at me or something?” Max asks, and Danny doesn’t get it. Not until he pauses and examines his own expression in the side mirror of the truck he’s leaning on. He looks irritated, more than the slight itch under his skin of general impatience, he tells his face to chill out.
“Nah, we’re good Maxy.” Danny turns a smile on him and Max’s frown deepens. “I mean it, the set was amazing. You played like a god. Everything was perfect. Is perfect.” He’s staring into Max’s blue eyes when he says it, it’s earnest and open and a truth Daniel can force past his lips.
“It can be more perfect.” Max finally relaxes, Danny can see the angle of his shoulders drop a few degrees, and he smirks. He’s also thinking about the rainbow pack of condoms. Danny doesn’t need to be a mind reader to know that.
“What color?” Danny asks and Max blushes, crimson blossoming on his cheeks. There’s that damn red again. He’s haunted by it.
“Maybe green or purple, like that lollipop I had earlier.” Max licks his lips and it’s fucking obscene and Danny wants to suck on his tongue, imagines tasting that grape sucker he’d been downright lewd about eating during their acoustic set at the label’s tent.
Danny had gone through two bottles of water, chugging one and dumping one on his head trying to keep from tenting the crotch of his skinny jeans in front of a live audience.
“Or blue, although that makes me think about—”
“Stop,” Danny interrupts, knowing the voice Max uses when he’s about to say some weird shit.
Max's face splits in a wide grin and he starts laughing, a partial wheeze as he crosses his arms over himself and grips his sides.
He’s too fucking cute.
Danny needs to face fuck him like several hours ago.
“You’re so annoying,” he says and tosses his elbow gently into Max’s ribs. Max straightens up, but the smile doesn’t flag at all.
“And you have a big dick,” Max answers, smug, like he’s just delivered the title winning jab in a boxing match. “And the blue condom makes me think about this alien comic I read once.”
Danny groans at the quick rush of Max’s words, speeding out of his mouth like a train before Danny can stop him. Stubborn brat.
“Fuck you,” Danny finally answers, downing the dregs of his beer, grimacing at the warm foam. “Now we’re definitely not using the blue one, and I’m still going to be thinking about that later. If I can’t get hard, it’s your fault.”
“Oh, we both know that’s not going to be a problem.” Max drags his eyes down Danny’s body, gaze settling below his belt. Danny’s dick twitches like an obedient dog.
Pathetic Ricciardo, really just low.
“And I will also be thinking about it later,” Max says.
“You’re a freak.”
“Your freak.”
Danny ignores the way that lodges in his throat. Doesn’t want to consider the truth of those words. Always fighting back the part of him that wants to take and take and see how much Max will give. Danny thinks it’s probably too much.
“Fucking aliens.”
“Yes, please.” Max laughs, tosses his head back and barks up at the sky. Danny thinks maybe Max could take and take from him in return. Danny might let him.
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Hazbin Hotel Beach! Headcanons
Characters: Charlie, Vaggie, Alastor, Angel, Husk, Sir Pentious, Nifty, Lucifer, Adam, Cherri
A/N: Hey guys! I am just so ready for summer to come so I can relax on the beach… so i thought it would be fun to do some beach headcanons for our favorite sinners!
😈🗝️Charlie🗝️😈:
Definitely the one that organized this entire beach day.
Though this is supposed to encourage relaxation, she is sort of stressed making sure that everyone gets along.
Very adamant that everyone wears their sunscreen.
Drags Vaggie into the water to play around and try to find fish.
Makes sure everything is as perfect as it can get. Snacks? Check. Tons of water and drinks? Check. Umbrellas and tents? Check. Speakers? You bet!
Once she tires herself out, she takes a very well-deserved nap in the sand.
🪽⚔️Vaggie⚔️🪽:
Spend the trip making sure that Charlie finally gets a day to relax and not worry so much.
The second anyone tries to splash her or throw sand at her, a full blown beach battle ensues.
Will definitely be the one to dig holes in the sand and see how deep she can make it.
Was planning on relaxing and sunbathing, but gave in to Charlie's begging to go swimming (and actually enjoyed it a lot).
The second Charlie takes a nap, Vaggie will guard her to make sure that nobody disturbs her needed sleep.
Makes sure to put more sunscreen on Charlie while she’s asleep so she won’t get burned.
🦌📻Alastor📻🦌:
This man is allergic to the sun.
Like, he’s covered from head to toe in sunscreen, wearing far too much clothing given the fact that he’s at the beach, and hides in a beach tent for the entirety of the day.
Angel thought it would be funny to toss some sand into his tent until Alastor sent one of his shadows after him and he ran away screaming.
Like… Why did he agree to come??
He does enjoy listening to some of the music that Charlie plays until he realizes that it’s coming from a phone and not a radio (Al, who the fuck brings a radio to the beach?).
The only person that he lets come into his tent is Niffty, because she just over exhausts herself and takes a nap in the shade.
🕷️💖Angel Dust💖🕷️:
Definitely the life of the party.
Is wearing the most stylish bikini and the cuntiest sunglasses, just a total beach diva.
Though Charlie insisted that the only drinks allowed were water and soda, Angel manages to sneak a couple bottles of Beelzejuice so he and Husk can actually have some fun.
Builds sand castles with Cherri Bomb, gets extremely upset if somebody messes it up.
Absolutely demolishes the competition in a game of beach volleyball (Having 6 arms comes in handy).
Also wins any sort of swimming contest that Vaggie challenges him to (Again, 6 arms really gives you an advantage).
Definitely sees some cute guys and fake-flirts with them to get Husk’s attention.
♥️🥃Husk🥃♥️:
He’s a cat demon for a reason, any time Angel tries to drag him into the water, the hairs on his back rise and he hisses in disdain.
The group eventually gives up on trying to get him to swim, letting him relax in the sand instead.
Drinks almost all of Angel's alcohol stash and passes out in the sand, curled into a purring ball, wings protecting him from being burned.
Angel takes a picture of him like this, and when he later finds it in Angel’s room he threatens to kill him if he doesn't immediately get rid of it (secretly thinks it's sweet that angel cares enough to hang a photo of him in his room.)
After much begging, he agrees to play beach volleyball with Angel, Cherri, and Vaggie. He absolutely sucks and gets pissed if anybody makes fun of him for it (except for Angel. He’ll allow it).
Ends up carrying most of the heavy stuff after they decide to leave.
🐍⚙️Sir Pentious⚙️🐍:
Decides to bring his Egg Bois, but ends up worried that they’ll literally cook the whole time so he makes a little hole for them in the sand to cool off.
“Uhh.. Miss Cherri, would you like to build a sandcastle with me?” “Why? I thought we were mortal enemies, old man!” “Uh.. ummm… because I’m asking EVERYONE to build a sandcastle with me…!”
Hangs out in the water the whole time because it’s much easier to maneuver in water than on sand as a snake.
Built a machine specifically made to drill holes underground, somehow ends up making an entire tunnel system under the sand. This eventually leads to Vaggie walking on a particularly weak spot on the sand and literally falling into the caved-in tunnel. She was pissed off, to say the least, and banned the use of any “inventions” for the rest of the day.
Really wants to impress Cherri and join in on her volleyball game, but is way too shy. He’ll just cheer her on and admire her from the sidelines.
Loves napping in the sun - being at the beach is like laying under one big heat lamp, so his cold-blooded self delights in it.
🪳🪡Niffty🪡🪳:
Because there are no bugs for her to kill, she will literally hunt hermit crabs for sport. It’s actually horrifying.
Sir Pentious soon regrets building the whole tunnel system thing because Niffty starts crawling around in it and jumpscaring people at random.
Somebody has to have their eye on her the entire time, or she will disappear without a trace and just - become one with the crabs?
Eventually tires herself out and takes a nap in Alastor’s tent (Much to everyone’s relief).
Definitely brings up the idea of going out to get a treat after, like ice cream or snow cones, which surprisingly everyone agrees with.
Ends up sneaking a few small animals back with her to the hotel.
🍒💣Cherri Bomb💣🍒:
Thought it was lame when Charlie insisted on a “sin-free” trip, but had a little hope when Angel told her about the drinks he snuck in. Got extra pissed when she found Husk passed out with all of the bottles empty.
Was the one who initiated all of the athletic games, she just needs an outlet to blow some steam off.
When she’s not playing in the sun, she lays on her towel and makes designs on herself using sunscreen so she can have some cute marks after she’s done tanning.
Thought it was adorable that Sir Pentious set up his towel and things suspiciously close to her because it was “the only spot where the sun coated him evenly” (Like what? Dude could not be more obvious.)
Brought a surfboard because she used to love surfing before she died and tries to teach anybody who’s willing to learn.
Sets off one of her bombs underwater to create the biggest wave anybody’s ever seen (it ends up soaking everybody else, and she has to make it up to them by covering the ice cream bill later).
🐣👹Lucifer👹🐣:
Only came because Charlie insisted that it would be a good father-daughter bonding experience.
Kind of puts everyone on their toes - can they even have fun with the king of Hell watching their every move? (This helps Charlie prolong her nap - nobody wants to joke around or mess with her in front of her dad).
Tensions are high until he joins the volleyball game and shows everyone that yes, the king of Hell can be fun too.
Everyone relaxes after this, but they relax more when Lucifer shyly gives each of them a rubber duck that looks just like them. When Charlie asked him about this, he replied “I guess if they’re your friends, they should be my friends too.”
Has a huge rubber duck inflatable pool float that he brings to float around on.
Claims that he doesn’t like going to the beach, but the matching swim trunks and Hawaiian shirt that he just happened to have in his closet says differently.
🎸👼Adam👼🎸:
Has the original dad bod and will 100% flaunt it and talk about how sexy he is (nobody is listening.)
Wasn’t actually even invited, but he ended up seeing the rest of them there and hoped that he could make them miserable if he hung out just close enough to them.
Steals Cherri’s surfboard and brags about how he’s about to demolish the waves, but absolutely eats shit and will never hear the end of it.
Doesn’t realize Lucifer is there until he sees him glaring at him from a nearby tent and gets scared shitless.
Will deny it if anybody asks, but he’s secretly looking for the perfect seashell to bring back to Heaven and surprise Lute with.
Everyone genuinely celebrates when he gets bored and finally decides to leave (cue that one duck meme “ADAM!”) 💀
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For the micro story: nr. 15: trembling hands or nr. 20: alone, finally?
I did 15 here!
20. alone, finally
"Sorry, we're leaving, I promise, I'm sorry about my drunk friends, it's just -- you guys are so cute together!"
Tommy watches a baby Queen march her drunk friends away from the LAFD tent, herding them like cats. It's almost dark out, and most booths are at least in the process of packing up. That is firmly not part of his agreement to man the booth for four hours, so he stands before Sal can comment on being mistaken for a couple again.
"Have fun packing up!" He calls out, already pushing up the back end of the tent, reaching for his phone in his back pocket, hoping desperately that Hen and Karen haven't gotten his baby bi too drunk to stand. He'd looked a little wobbly earlier that afternoon, but he'd accepted the ice cold water Tommy'd handed him with the kind of smile that usually meant he was thinking about sucking Tommy off.
He doesn't have a single text from any of them, and the concern starts to ratchet up before a fairly sober voice calls out "Hey handsome."
He's -- Christ, he's just drunk enough to know what he fucking looks like, leaning against the palm that had given them a modicum of shade all afternoon, long long legs in tiny tiny shorts, a tee shirt just barely long enough that, when paired with his comically out of proportion torso, isn't quite a crop top. Blue and purple and pink a little smeared on his cheekbone, dick necklace still around his neck.
("Where did you even find this," Tommy asked, his boyfriend two sheets to the wind and giving Sal a narrow eyed smile, like he suspected Sal might be up to something, volunteering to run the LAFD Pride booth with Tommy for the later part of the day.
"Karen ordered them online!"
Sal, two hours in to listening to Tommy bitch that he wasn't out there enjoying himself with his silly, beautiful, dressed-like-a-goddamn-whore of a man, had flicked his finger out at a particularly fat pink dick and introduced himself without any of the normal vitriol he reserved specifically for the men Tommy dated.)
"Hey." And they're alone, he realizes, the whole row of booths on either side broken down for the evening, street closed off for the rest of the weekend, Sal grumbling in the tent behind them.
"I brought you a change of clothes," he tells Tommy, unfolding a pair of shorts Tommy has doubts will fit over his ass. He's gonna be showing more thigh than he's been comfortable with since he was newly out. The shirt is -- doable, and definitely preferable to his department issue tee he's certain has permanent pit stains.
Tommy crowds Evan against the tree, enjoying the way he fits between the sprawl of Evan's legs, the way he's still a little sloppy as he kisses back, nose crushed against Tommy's cheek, tongue a little uncoordinated. "We don't have to go to the bar," Tommy wheedles, and Evan wheels his head back enough that the only reason he doesn't smack it against the trunk is the pressure from Tommy's hand preventing it.
"It's my first Pride. Are you gonna deny me the right to show off my hot firefighter pilot?"
God, it never takes much to convince him, when Evan pulls out those puppy eyes. He makes a grab for the clothes tucked under Evan's arm. "If Sal sees my ass when I'm changing, you don't get to fight him this time."
Evan tugs him in for another kiss instead of arguing the point.
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A while ago, someone sent me a thirst about playing with Yuuji's nipples, and I found it again and wrote a little story. The answered ask is buried somewhere in my 200+ drafts, so I made a new post. I hope the sweet anon who sent me the thirst will see it!! Thank you so much for sending me that sexy prompt 💗
Pairing: Yuuji x Reader (female) Genre: smut + fluff Word Count: 900 Warnings: 18+, smut, nipple play (Yuuji receiving), Yuuji has a nipple piercing, hickeys, a bit of biting, creampie. All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minor's don't interact.
It starts with a movie night in Yuuji's bed, just cuddling with him and resting your head on his chest while you watch a film. But he smells so good and is so warm and strong, and his firm pecs under your cheek are too tempting, so buff and perfect! So can you even be blamed when your hand somehow slips under his shirt?
First, you trace his defined abs with your fingertips, listening to Yuuji's happy purr until you reach your goal, pushing up Yuuji's shirt to reveal his broad, muscular chest with those pretty nipples. They are the same shade of pink as his hair, one of them even adorned with a silver piercing that glitters enticingly in the soft lighting of the room.
You place a sweet kiss on each erect nipple, smiling as you nuzzle your face against Yuuji's buff pecs, whispering against his warm tan skin how pretty he is and how much he turns you on before your tongue glides slowly over his defined muscles, tasting the slightly salty scent of his skin and the fresh smell of his shower gel.
Yuuji chuckles, sounding delighted, murmuring something about how sweet you are and how cute it is that you can't keep your hands off him. But his laughter soon changes into heavy breathing and soft moans as you keep toying with his pretty nipples. First, you just use your fingers, circling those hard nipples slowly and rubbing them gently, giving the piercing a slight tug that elicits a sexy gasp from your boyfriend.
Then your tongue joins to teasingly flick over those perky nubs, smiling at the way Yuuji's hips buck at the light touch.
You are sure your sweet boyfriend cannot focus on the plot of the movie anymore when you suck lovingly on his pretty nipples, changing from left to right and back again, paying extra attention to the one with the piercing, tugging gently on the jewelry, basking in the way Yuuji whines and mewls so cutely anytime you do that.
A glance down shows you how hard Yuuji is, his big cock tenting his sweatpants, already leaving a wet patch where his leaking tip strains against the grey fabric.
A large hand lands on your head while Yuuji makes all those cute noises. Loud moans, and needy whines, almost sobbing from how horny he is, while he watches you with glowing golden eyes as you worship his defined pecs and pretty nipples, licking and kissing and sucking on them, leaving hickeys all over his swollen muscles, marking him up with your lovebites.
You keep going, unable to stop when you hear those cute sexy noises coming from your boyfriend. You want to make him feel good, love him and his gorgeous body, and spoil him like the good boy he is.
And Yuuji's reactions are so cute. His muscles are flexed in pleasure, making his sexy pecs even more defined. Those pretty nipples are a dark pink by now from all the stimulation, swollen and glistening wetly from your spit.
You can't help but moan when you mouth the firm swell of his pecs and bite him gently. Your head is spinning from love and lust while you suckle tenderly on Yuuji's nipples, your panties messed up from how wet you are for him.
But Yuuji is even further gone than you, moaning needily, so loud and cute, while his hips jerk helplessly, instinctively moving up and down as if he is trying to fuck into something. So sweet and desperate for you.
"Baby... ah ah fuck!! I'm gonna... gonna cum, baby....please, please let me cum in your pussy! Please, cutie, I need to feel your warm pussy around my dick!"
He sounds so horny, so desperate, unashamedly begging you with that sexy voice. You could never say no to him, especially not when he wants the same thing you want: Have him fuck his hot cum deep into your wet pussy.
Only seconds later, Yuuji's sweatpants and boxers are pushed down under his heavy balls. And you straddle his lap, your panties pulled hastily to the side, Yuuji's fat cock deep inside your wet heat, stretching you open so deliciously.
"Please...please keep going, cutie. Do that thing again, please!"
You know what he wants. And you lean down, playing with his pretty nipples again, twirling one between two fingers and tugging on the piercing while your lips close around the other nipple, sucking lovingly on it and letting your teeth nibble gently on the swollen, sensitive nub.
Yuuji's head is thrown back, eyes closed in pleasure, mouth hanging open as loud moans spill from his pretty lips. His large hands are on your ass, kneading it firmly while he bucks his hips wildly, fucking his fat cock into you at a frantic fast pace, chasing his orgasm so needily.
He cums with a loud cry that turns into the cutest sobs, making tears run down his flushed cheeks while he is spurting his thick milky load into your pussy, hot and sticky.
And you scream his name around one of his nipples as your pussy clenches around his thick cock, cumming so hard all over Yuuji's cock that you almost black out.
Later that night, you hear Yuuji's loud laughter when he sees himself in the bathroom mirror, his chest covered in hickeys and lovebites. But he will wear those marks proudly. After all, they show how much you love him, and it makes him so happy to see how crazy you are for him! Maybe just as crazy as he is for you.
He drives me INSANE!! I cannot even say how much I want to do that to him aaaahh!! Pretty baby deserves all the worship and love for being such a good boy! I have hearteyes while I type this, and I hope my fellow Yuuji lovers could enjoy this little story too! Thank you so much for reading. Reblogs and comments would be very sweet! Or come to my inbox and scream with me about Yuuji bae ;)
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Day 13: of @flightlessangelwings fawktober!!
You take a risk and try anonymous sex, but the man you meet is a little… off…
Themes: f!reader, anonymous sex, unhinged!Basil (honestly is there any other kind of Basil?), first time sex worker!reader, oral (m!receiving), a silly amount of commas and cum, refraction period who, Basil and reader both being clumsy/awkward, blowjob, cum swallowing, cowgirl, creampie (always practice safe friends)
You were doing this, you were actually doing this… Your heart pounds wildly in your chest as you took the elevator up to your first client’s apartment. You never expected your lengthy unemployment to drive you to this route but hey: you enjoy sex, you were paid in advance, you went about making sure you’d be safe, you’d be okay, right?
You adjust your mask and sunglasses as you draw your hood up over your head, you take a deep breath and knock at apartment 212. What you don’t expect was the immediate greeting by a brown paper bag with two uneven eye holes. “Uh… Lightningface?” You take a moment to do a once over and notice the tenting of his slacks. Your heart thunders faster in your chest as you work to keep your gaze on his haphazard ‘mask’.
“Yes - yep that’s me.” He stammers “come in.” He waves you in quickly as he nervously glances around the hall. You hear the crinkle of the bag as he turns and follows you inside. “Sorry about the mess.” He fumbles over his words and a random pile of things on the floor.
“Oh ah, no problem. My place isn’t much better.” You laugh awkwardly trying to break the tension. Looking around you notice the light fixtures are missing their shades and furniture is haphazardly tossed and pushed against the walls, leaving one lone grey sofa in the living room. Things were, messy to say the least, but didn’t seem unclean.
“So, I know we already exchanged money and everything but you didn’t tell me exactly what you’re into.” You sit down on the sofa and cross your legs, feeling small in the open space. “I mean besides the anonymous part.” You glance into the kitchen to see him struggling to get you both glasses of water.
“Oh ah, just the regular stuff I guess? I - ow!” He bangs into the kitchen counter as he makes his way over to you. “I uh, haven’t done this before I just, don’t want you to have to see this.” He hands you the glass and motions at his face.
“Seems like you’re having trouble seeing though.” You chuckle. “Do you, have something better to wear?” You pull your hood down as your heart begins to settle.
“No! No I - sorry I don’t.” He says, you could see the water trembling in his hand sending a pang of pity through you.
“How about this -“ you said softly. “If you’ve got ties or something, we can both be blindfolded so you can take that off.” He nods, the movement strange under the paper bag. “I’m honestly grateful for the work and the generous tip you already sent so, I want you to be able to relax and enjoy yourself.”
Another crinkle as he nods again“Yeah? I’ve got ties.” His voice hitches in excitement as he gets up and rushes down the hall, slamming his shoulder into the doorway as he goes. You can’t help but giggle at the soft “fuck” that hisses from under the bag.
He returns holding his hand out, a couple of plain blue ties dangling from his grip. You gently take one of them, turning away to take off your sunglasses and blindfolding yourself. “Okay. Can’t see a thing.” A small smile broadens behind your mask. “Now what would you like to do?”
“I uh, we could-“ he stammers, you hear the bag crinkle again as he removes it. You can’t see it but his shaking slows as he waves a hand in-front of your face. He lets out a slow breath as he wrings his hands together. “I really don’t know I just, I’m so lonely and -“ he glances down at himself straining against the fabric of his pants. Just being near you already had him wetting his underwear.
“We could do something simple, you can just lean back and I can use my mouth?” You ask tentatively. You hear him suck in a excited breath and the shuffle of clothing.
“Yeah, yeah.” You hear the familiar metallic cling of a belt being undone as he struggles for a moment to get his pants down.
“Okay just, stay where you are. And uh, I have to take my mask off so, put your blindfold on?” It was suppose to be more of a statement but your returning nerves turn it to a question.
“Yeah- of course.” He fumbles with his own tie as his breath hitches. Once it’s secure he reaches for your hand as you move toward him. You scoot forward and down onto the floor, his knees bumping your breasts as you move to kneel between them. You could feel his muscles tremble as you smooth your hands up his legs. “I - I’m sorry I -“ his voice shakes as he grit his teeth.
“It’s okay, just relax.” You coo, your hands slowly running up the chords of muscle in his firm thighs. You find his thick weeping cock and grip slowly around his base. He groans and shivers as you stroke up and ran a thumb over the tip, gliding easily across it with his precum slicking your skin. You bring the already slick tip to your tongue. It took one turn around his sensitive head for him to explode across your tongue. You jump for a moment before quickly taking him deeper, sucking him gently as his orgasm sent him into a shuddering and whimpering mess. The taste of him sent your mind reeling and your core aching. “So sorry, I’m sorry I just-“ he blubbers.
You pull away a bit with a smirk. “Shhh hey it’s alright, is that all you wanted? I can keep going, if you want?” You say softly.
“Yes - ohmygod yes please.” He whimpers.
“Just lay back, keep that tie tight.” You put a reassuring hand up his quivering stomach and chest, lightly raking your nails as his trembling slowed. Your other hand still wrapped around his base as you hold him a bit firmer to keep him hard. You drag your tongue up his length, earning you another groan that shot straight to your core.
“Feels so good - too good.” He writhed as his trembling hands ran through your hair. “Too good oh god.” He whined, his grip beginning to tighten. Your hum of satisfaction sent him quivering again as he pushes his cock as far as he could down your throat, mouth so full of him his cum skipped past your tongue. You cough as you slowly pull back and wipe tears from your cheeks. “S-sorry, are you okay?” He shutters.
“Better then okay.” You smile, your ego blooming slightly with your arousal. Your first client and you managed to make him cum twice in less than a few minutes. “Look, I - this is my first time doing this and…. Well, I really wanna feel you.”
“Y-yeah I’ve got condo-“ you cut his sentence short with a firm lick up the base of his still hard length. He bucked up against the pressure as a whine broke his train of thought.
“Can I feel you… without it?” You’re voice waveres as you pussy clenches around nothing, ached for him to fill you. You know you shouldn’t but…
“Yes! Yes please.” He pulls you a little too eagerly up onto his lap, knocking your heads together in the process. You both groan and grip your foreheads, but a laugh bubbles up in your chest to break the awkwardness. “Sorry -“ he groaned.
“Don’t be.” Your laugh twisted to a soft groan down as you sink onto him.
“S-shit, you’re so. Feel so-“ his voice is absolutely wrecked as he stretches you. You move to begin rolling your hips till he lurches forward, locking his arms around your waist and slamming into you to the hilt. “Fuck! Fuck fuck I’m sorry.” He groaned into your chest as thick white ropes fill your cunt. You can practically feel the blissed out smile on your skin as he clung to you. “So soft and wet, I don’t know whether it’s you or me. Feel like I came so much.” His breathy chuckle warms your breasts.
“I’ve got no other clients today. You fill me up as much as you like.” You return his laugh with one of your own as you run your fingers through his curls and tighten his blindfold.
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Taglist: special thanks to @melodygatesauthor for introducing me to this chaotic portion of the Oscar-verse!
@lunar-ghoulie @my-secret-shame-but-fanfiction
#fawktober2023#lightningface#basil stitt#oscar isaac characters#Basil stitt fanfiction#Lightningface fanfiction
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Based on @raccooncass 's headcanon on hearing loss across the various Redacted characters, definitely not all projecting my own hearing loss struggles into this.
Starts off with some angst about sensory loss but quickly gets more affirmative and positive. (Obviously yes these are my own perspectives and I'm only a little hoh your mileage may vary etc etc)
Anyway mini fic under the cut!
"Sweetheart, you okay?" Milo called as he let himself in their apartment front door. "I tried to call and see if you wanted any take out, but…"
He stopped when he saw his partner pace past the doorway, a frustrated scowl on their features. "Sweetheart?" He called again, a little louder, but tentative.
When they answered, their voice was strained. "I heard it, I know I did, but I can't find the damn thing. Can you call it again?"
A discomfort settled in Milo's stomach. He wished it was from the fast food he'd planned to share with them instead of this. "Uh, sure thing. But do you still have it on vibrate…?"
They shot him a look, and he just sighed and shrugged one shoulder as he fished out his cell. Only a few taps were needed before he heard the soft buzzing from somewhere in the office. But they weren't looking towards the sound—his partner's eyes were locked on his.
"You can hear it, right?" The tough Department investigator who was chomping at the bit to take out a Shade just a few weeks ago, who snuck their way into his own apartment to interrogate him, who gave him shit with a wry grin while they healed him after taking out their target, now looked and sounded on the verge of tears.
"Yeah, well I'm a wolf. I got better hearing than you anyway."
"It's not that much in human form though, is it? My hearing really is just like this now."
He almost said it's only the one ear though, right? before catching himself and biting his tongue. Ever since they fought off the Shade together, his Sweetheart's been unable to hear out of their right ear. Healers took a look and said it might recover with time, but there was nothing more they could do. It's been nearly two weeks since then, though, and nothing has improved.
"Hey, hey it's alright," Milo soothed, as the call went to voice-mail and the phone went silent.
"No, it's not," they bit back, bitter and angry. "Milo, I'm a damn investigator, what am I supposed to investigate if I can't fucking hear? I'm a Stealth, I'm supposed to be good at infiltrating, getting information, not getting caught, but I know I'm talking louder than I used to, and… and I can't even hear my own damn phone ring!" They pressed their fists into their eyes, trying to physically hold back the tears.
Milo wrapped his arms around them, crushing them close against his chest. "You'll adjust," he promised, using the words the healers offered back then. "I know it's tough now, baby, I know it sucks to lose this part of yourself, but your body will adapt. You can still be the damn finest Investigator that Department has, no matter your ability."
They sniffled into his shoulder, arms tight around his waist. He could feel them nod even as they snuggled in closer, squeezed tighter. But it took longer before the subtle shuddering of their body slowly subsided. When they were ready, they took a deep breath and stepped away. "Okay. Try it again. Let me figure this shit out."
It took two calls before they picked up on the buzzing noise, but they kept walking away from it, wrinkling their nose when they'd lose the trail. Milo tried to chime in with assistance but they hushed him each time. When Milo called a third time, they closed their eyes and focused, not moving for the entirety of the incessant buzzing. Then, without warning, they disappeared from sight as they cloaked. If Milo hadn't gotten used to this sort of thing by now, he'd have imagined they just vanished. He could only barely sense their aura as they moved into the office, and this time he heard the ringing on his end stop.
"Good job, Sweetheart," he said into the receiver.
"I can't tell where sounds are coming from," they replied in a tone so quiet he could only hear it on the phone, not even where their voice should be carrying from the room over. "That's what's fucking me up, you know?"
"Whaddya mean? You can hear where it is outta your good ear, right?"
"It's the fact I only have the one ear." They said, but their voice sounded kind of excited, like it did whenever they got a lead. Milo smiled despite himself. They still had such a shitty poker face. "The way we can locate objects by sound is because we have two ears—your brain picks up the sound from two different inputs, and it can triangulate the direction based on where it sounds louder. But since I'm down to one, it's harder to tell where the sound is coming from. I can't track it as good. But you know what that means?"
Milo's heart bloomed with something deeper than admiration, stronger than affection. "Yeah? What is it, Sweetheart?"
"It just means I gotta get better."
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Gym time together was always a lot of fun. Not only was it a good way to spend some quiet time together, even if they couldn't talk much, but Milo also got to see some sweet eye candy of his Sweetheart. While he worked on his deadlifts, his eyes always wandered back to them on the leg press machine. And thank his lucky stars for the angle, he could see them partially reclined back, face pinched in concentration. The strain of each breath as they extended their legs, the wash of relief when they gently clacked the weights back together, it reminded him a little of more private times, alone in their bedroom. Yeah, working out together was always real nice.
At the end of their set, they took a deep steadying breath and adjusted their earbuds, just visible in both ears. Milo had asked why they wear two when they can only hear one, but they said it feels weird and off balance to wear them any other way. But as he set down his weights, intent on walking over and asking if they wanted to… you know… get out of there… some other guy interrupted them wiping down the equipment.
At first, Milo saw them take out both earbuds, genuinely listening to whatever the guy was asking. But it clearly wasn't just a simple request to use the machine next, because Milo saw how his mate's eyes glazed over in annoyance, their mouth tugging in a frown. They popped their left earbud back in and kept cleaning, occasionally nodding and pursing their lips to mmm in acknowledgement. Milo couldn't help but laugh and watch the scene as the guy got increasingly exasperated before leaving, and that was when Milo walked over.
"Have fun chasing off your admirer?" He teased. He could feel the freshly minted mate bond pulse when they smiled at him, fully removing both earbuds and tucking them in the arm band that held their phone.
"Is that what he was? I couldn't hear a thing," they shot back, comfort and calm pouring from their usually quiet, soft aura. Was this was being mated felt like? Like everything was right and true when you look at each other? Not even thinking about being jealous because you are so sure, so solid, so confident that this is the person for you?
"I love you, Sweetheart," Milo laughed, looping an arm around their waist and kissing them once, light and soft. "Let's get home."
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Milo always secretly loved any occasion to dress up, though today his excitement was a little dampened by his mate's obvious discomfort with the whole thing. It was some work party held by the Department, and they were expected to make an appearance. In addition to the general discomfort and anxiety their job could inspire on a typical day, today was worsened by the choice of venue—a loud, small, crowded restaurant.
While their hearing comprehension adjusted years ago for an average conversion, busy, noisy places still made them anxious, the overwhelming noise jarring to process and hard focus on any one conversation. Milo slid up against their good left side, speaking low but clear in their ear: "Hey, Sweetheart, you holding up okay?"
They managed a thin smile but their hands moved quick and fast, signing out, "No," quick and simply.
Milo rubbed their back, biting his lip. They both started taking sign classes as a backup just for situations like this. At first, he'd wondered if maybe they should try some telepathy classes at DAMN and learn some basic mind-to-mind communication, but for one, he wasn't sure how far he could manage with his weaker Shifter magic, and two, sign seemed more… comfortable. On the down low. A lot of empowered people learned some telepathy to make up for communication shortfalls, but sometimes the unempowered get it right. It felt more personal, more them, and his mate liked the idea it might not be something their peers were as familiar with. Trust a Stealth to like being a little secretive for fun. Now signing when they couldn't hear real well became a sort of grounding tactic for them, an easy way to communicate and not need to strain to pick out one voice in a crowd of dozens.
"Do you think they'd notice if you leave now?" He signed.
Their grin widened to a wry smirk. "We only just got here, babe. Of course they would."
"You're a Stealth," he replied with a laugh. "Tell them you were cloaked."
That got a chuckle out of them, a full-on adorable face-wrinkling chuckle that wrung some of the stress from their eyes. "Tried that before," they signed sheepishly, hands close to their chest. "Didn't work."
That made Milo laugh too. "Can I kiss you?" He signed, while smiling and looking deep in their beautiful eyes.
In response, they hooked one finger under the knot of his tie and pulled him close, giving him a warm, deep, but brief kiss. Tonight might suck, but afterward, they can go home and relax in peace and quiet, there for each other like they will for the rest of their lives.
#lily writes#redacted asmr#redacted audio#redacted milo#redacted sweetheart#hearing loss and mild angst associated with it#but otherwise fluffy and soft#slight vent fic
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" DECEIVING "
H. RINDOU + BIMBO!READER
18+, rin has his dick pierced, finger sucking, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, choking, rough sex, pussy slapping, face slapping, begging, use of "daddy" and more petnames, spitting,
you thought your boyfriend is vanilla and shy, turns out..he's not vanilla at all!
Rin, your boyfriend. He is so sweet, no- the sweetest!
He spoiled you rotten, you two went on a few dates already and today the date is at his place, he picked you up in his really nice and expensive-looking white car, he was blushing today more than usual,
maybe it was your very revealing outfit? You had a feeling that he was ready to have sex, cause his hand touched your thigh more than usual as well. When you two were at his home your jaw dropped, it wasn't too big but it was fancy for sure.
It was one of those white houses with a lot of windows, the inside was even prettier, a white marble floor with a lot of pretty plants! Rin suddenly stopped and turned to you "angel.."
His face was such a cute shade of pink, rindou was such an innocent guy. It was so cute
"yes baby?" You replied high-pitched and happy "can we go to..my bedroom?" You smiled and clung yourself onto his arm "yes! Of course, honeybun!!" As you cuddled his arm between your tits you looked rin up and down and once your eyes went down you saw a tent in his pants, a big one at that.
Now you were the one blushing..you loved rindou for sure, he was attractive, always so sweet to you AND has a fat cock?? What a dream guy! You guys got into the bedroom and you walked to the bed with your heels clacking loudly against the marble floor. His bedroom was really pretty too, his bed was a wooded king-sized bed with white and purple sheets as you were distracted by looking around the room your almost-boyfriend spoke up
"baby girl." Rin suddenly rasped in a deep tone. Your head immediately shot to him when you heard those words, he was loosening his tie as he stopped in front of you, what was this all of a sudden? He had such a dominant energy "y-yes?.." You answered obediently, the tall and handsome man in front of you placed his hand on your cheeks to squish them together, making your lips pout "take your clothes off for daddy, yeah?" Your thighs rubbed together at his demanding tone and the smell of his cologne.
You mindlessly nodded and proceeded to take your skirt off, your shirt following. Once it was off you saw your pretty boyfriend palming himself through his pants "God..my baby is so pretty isn't she" you couldn't help but bite your lip and nod "use your pretty girl words."
Before you could realize what he said he pinned you down on the bed holding your legs on either side of his hips "u-uh- yes!" He grinned "yes what?" Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck. What was happening right now?? Your mind was so clouded by arousal and confusion he suddenly slapped you back to reality
"I asked 'yes, what'..answer me baby, you don't want me to punish you, right?" you were so wet right now "yes d-daddy! Your pretty girl.." you were no stranger to this kind of stuff but it felt all different with him, mainly because you thought he was vanilla! But apparently not.
Rindou smiled sitting up straight taking off his tie and then began to take his shirt off, and holy fuck. He had a big-ass tattoo on his chest. You haven't seen him shirtless before but you sure are glad you're seeing it now. He chuckled at your cute flushed expression "what a cute little kitty you are~" your whole body twitched at his statement, he unbuckled his belt and took his pants off along with his boxers,
Oh. My. Fucking. God…
He was really big with a fucking piercing...you felt like you were about to pass out. And on top of that, you were already breathing heavily "aw doll..i haven't even touched you yet.." He smiled as if he was pitying you "look at that soaked fucking thong" without any warning his fingers slapped your clothed pussy
"AHH~" rin's eyes twitched at that sweet moan you just let fall from your pretty plump lips. "Dirty girl" he pulled your panties down and placed them beside you, rindous fingers tapped your bottom lip "open up" you obeyed and started to desperately suck on his fingers, rin breathed out a low moan at the soft and wet feeling of your tongue swirling around his two digits. "Good girl~" he pulled them out, watching your spit drip from your mouth and his fingers. He grinned at you before circling his fingers around your neglected clit "aaauhh! D-daddy~ please!" Your moans he is weak for them. He knows what you want so he delivers. He shoves his long and thick fingers into your tight and sopping wet cunt
"fuck, what a greedy hole..keeps sucking my fingers in" he didn't want to show how unbelievably turned on he was but his pre-cum dripping from his tip, looking sticky and shiny just like honey.
It made drool drip onto the sheets from your mouth, his fingers sped up the lewd sounds of his fingers sloshing in and out of your cunt was too much for him "think you're ready to take my cock baby girl?" You probably needed more preparation for his monster of a cock but at the moment you didn't care.
"Mhm! Please daddy!" He didn't waste any time pulling his fingers out and licking them clean, before lining his red tip up against your twitching hole. Rin felt a sadistic pleasure of seeing you fall apart without even having his cock inside "Beg for it if you want it so bad" he smiled devilishly down at you, your bottom lip was already red at how much you have been biting down on it but you bit it again "please! Please daddy..i ne-need your cock" now it was rins turn to bite his lip while he watched your hips wiggle from side to side in anticipation.
"Good girl." He said before shoving his whole length into your small and tight pussy until his balls slapped against your ass. "Ohh fuck.." He threw his head back at the heavenly feeling of your gripping cunt
"ngghh ahhh~ Ohh daddy! s' too big!!" You cried out loud, rindou hissed at the feeling of your velvety walls "fuck..you can take it, baby..you can take it." Grabbed your face again to make you look at him "open." Your quivering lips opened up at his demand, he puckered his lips and let a string of spit drip into your mouth. "Swallow." Your pussy clenched down on him again as you swallowed "my good girl..fuck.."
He licked his lips "gonna move now okay, angel?" He didn't wait for you to answer and just started to thrust into you, slow and hard. "AAHH~" you moaned so loud and erotic that probably everyone on his street could hear your lewd and sexy wails. "Fuck..fuck..sound so pretty for me”
you were so overwhelmed by the movements of his cock piercing dragging along your sensitive walls “fuuuck! daddy~” rin began to move his hips faster watching your tits bounce at the force of his relentless thrusting, he felt so amazing, the way he rolled his hips against yours forced your cunt to leave a ring of cream around his cock
“already creaming, huh? you're such a dirty whore for me, aren't ya?” his pretty, veiny hand all of a sudden held your neck in a tight grip “y-yes da-daddy..daddy's whore!” rindou unexpectedly pulled out and turned your body around with sheer strength, pushing your head down into the sheets and pulled your ass up to his cock and let his cock glide in. “oh god.”
every time he slides in it feels like the first time, you just feel so fucking good. a sudden smack filled the room, rin removed his hand from your ass and grinned at his handprint “my girl..” rindou claiming you as his girl made your pussy flutter around him. and obviously he noticed it. “yeah? you like being my baby girl?” you nodded with a “aha!” coming out of your mouth in agreement. rin pressed his tattooed chest onto your sweaty back and pushed his finger back into your wet mouth and onto your tongue “want me to cum inside baby?”
he huffed out while dragging his cock in and out of your twitching walls, making sure you feel every vein on his shaft. “Y-YEAHH~! ahhh~” you cried pathetically making the handsome man behind you chuckle “cum with me, baby- fuck, fuck!” rin mumbled into your hair as he spilled a huge load of his hot and sticky cum into your cunt, making some of it drip out. rindou was breathing so heavily into your shoulder.
he swung his arms around your shaking and sweaty body “did I hurt you, angel?” he cooed sweetly and kissed your shoulder “only in a good way~” you smiled happily making rin smile with you “you're so cute..” he coughed awkwardly and buried his face into the crook of your neck
#tokyo rev smut#tokyo revengers smut#tokyorev smut#tokyo revengers#tr smut#bonten#bonten smut#bimbo!reader#rindou haitani#rin haitani#rindou smut#rin smut#rin haitani smut#rindou haitani smut#haitani smut#cw rough#cw piercings#jojo writes#bimbo reader
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last meal; jean kirstein x reader
summary: you and jean are in a relationship, and finally get some private time for a cute picnic date the day before he goes on the mission to marley. it’s v cute but also ur both horny!
content: smut / nsfw 18+. minors dni. (public/outdoors sex, dracylphilya, size kink, fingering, thigh riding, use of “good girl/baby”, praise kink, female bodied reader, unprotected sex, creampie) some fluff for good measure.
i am new to this pls let me know if i should add anything!!
word count: 3.3k words of unedited content
a/n: i saw a cottage core inspired jean post and this idea immediately popped into my head. i also kept thinking back to the sunset blush scene and it felt destined lmao. i thought it was gonna be shorter but i guess i get carried away lol. pls feel free to send me requests or ideas or give any advice on what you liked!! thanku!<3
Everything is painted with gold. The sun hanging low in the sky, despite the late hour, still warms your skin. You and Jean walk away from the Scout Headquarters, warmth of the evening allowing you to roam without coats.
He’s in a tight cream shirt, braces holding up darker toned pants. A simple hat sits on his head, shading his eyes from the setting sun. You, a simple sage dress, loose and flowing around your legs. The long grass tickles your flesh, and the two of you laugh as you try running through the field, lifting your limbs stupidly high to jump over the pasture.
Jean snorts at you, watching you flap around. The orange hue of dusk makes your hair shine, your skin glow beautifully. And as you look up at him, a wide and goofy smile spreading across your face, he can see all the flecks and details of varying colours in your eyes. And it takes his breath away.
It was the last night before the end. He’s not sure of what, but it feels like the next chapter is to be finished when he closes his eyes tonight. Tomorrow he goes to Marley. Hange ordered all of their team to go relax for the final day at home. “We’ve gone over the plans enough, we know every angle! Go! Shoo!”
Hange was right. Going in and getting Eren home. It was engrained in Jeans brain. The scouts knew everything they were going to before they arrived. So tonight, it’s all about you.
You, with your skirt floating around you as you weave between trees, making your way to the clearing the two of you know so well. It’s where he first admitted feelings, where you first kissed. The others don’t know (or so you both think), and until he’s safe from his last mission, you’re not sure the two of you will ever reveal your affiliation.
Pulling a blanket from the picnic basket you’ve brought with you, Jean lays it down on the ground. There’s a wide pond in front of you both, some ducks still paddling about. A thin haze floats over the water, the last of the summer heat still encouraging dragonflies and water skippers out.
The light snacks you’d managed to sneak out from your job in the kitchen were delicious. You’d whipped up some light pastries and desserts from leftover ingredients. Even some strawberries and grapes. Whilst everything was miniscule from lack of provisions, it tasted good enough.
Dipping the sweet red fruit from the cream and sugar and between your lips, Jean is in heaven. Your hair being pushed by the wind away from your face, the rosiness on your cheeks. The world may end tomorrow, but tonight he’s got all he needs.
His hands reach over, noticing the drip of cream collecting on the corner of your lips. Swiping his thumb along your cheek, he notes “you’ve got a lil..”
Jean looks at you, his eyes locking on yours, still gently cupping your face in his hands. Warm pupils flick down. His brows scrunch together for a moment, before he moves forward. His other hand comes up to your face, and he is so gentle when he kisses you. It’s as if he may break you if he goes too far.
The soft plush of his lips on yours, slowly pulling you in is intoxicating. He leans back on his forearms, pulling you over him, not letting you leave his mouth. You knock into his hat, it flopping off behind him as you lower your chest over his.
A hand reaches to his chestnut hair. It’s grown long over the last few years. You play with tendrils, the two of you lazily kissing. It’s soft and easy. You’re breathing into one another your chest resting on his as you move a leg to intertwine with his.
Shifting yourself slightly, you rest directly above his thigh. Jeans hand comes to the back of your neck, making sure you don’t split the contact he so desperately needs. Your nails slide softly against his scalp, twisting into his hair with more want.
The man, your man, underneath you curls forward, leg lifting and chest pushing up into you. Your crotch bumps against his thigh. A delightful little gasp erupts from you. If Jean wasn’t tongue deep in your mouth he could have even missed it. But he is, and he didn’t.
He’s tempted to see how far he can take this, maybe make another first here. You’ve had sex, and plenty of it. Although for the most part it’s been rushed, the nature of your jobs only allowing for quickies. You both lived in shared rooms, and the lack of privacy was definitely a roadblock in his attempts to please you.
This clearing, in the outside meadows by headquarters, is maybe an ironic place for the privacy you both so need. Putting any doubt out of his mind, Jean lifts his muscular thigh, achieving another gasp into his mouth from you. You grind against it slowly, tentatively.
“No need to be shy, baby girl” he smiles into the kiss.
Cheeks rosy, you roll your hips along his leg. Jeans body rises further, leaning back casually on one hand, the other gripping the flesh between your waist and hip. He breaks the kiss that has been going on so long, wanting to take in all the ways your face displays pleasure.
Your eyebrows knit together slightly. Your lips are wet with saliva, slightly parted as you give off little mewls each time your clothed cunt is brushed along his cotton pants.
There’s a sweet and tender feeling building in your lower stomach. You can feel how wet you’re getting, the slow and methodical undulations generating a heat between your thighs.
“Jean, plea-”
“You want more?” he’s quick to answer. Your head jumps and up and down, past the point of playing shy.
His long fingers meet with your jaw once more, lightly skimming your features. He’s noting it all down in his head. Maybe he’ll even make a drawing of you. You pause in your ministrations, and a low tutting comes from the man. “No, no. Keep riding. Get yourself ready.”
A delicious smile emerges on your face, and you bear down on his thigh. You take your hands on each leg, gripping onto the thickly built muscle underneath the cloth. A couple of fingers miss their mark, and you can feel how hard Jean is getting. Eyes flash between his crotch and his face, and he can sense how eager you are to please him.
His touch moves from your jaw down, one finger slowly running along the centre of your throat. Jeans hand dips, slowly dragging his fingernails across each collar bone, down to the valley of your chest. Your breath hitches, and he moves away again. You shift your hand in response, moving it towards the joint between his thigh and pelvis, allowing your fingers to brush his clothed balls.
Wherever his fingers move leaves a tingling in their wake. They push towards your shoulder, teasing the fabric from each one. Your dress pools a little, allowing him to make his way back, this time taking your breast in his hand. Thumb brushes against your puffy buds, and a finger meets it to squeeze lightly.
Jean fully lifts off the blanket, sat up straight. He makes quick work of your dress, pulling it down and pushing it up. He grabs at your legs, going between light caresses and tight grasps, not knowing which to settle with. Finally he finds purchase in your ass, guiding you back and forth over his thigh.
You moan into his mouth, fully succumbing to the wetness surely dampening through your panties, the feeling of his fingers twisting and teasing your pert nipples. He raises his fingers from your chest, using his thumb on your lower lip to apply gentle pressure.
Breaking the trail of saliva that connects you both, he pushes an index finger between your lips. You’re all too eager to suck on it, eyes looking dutifully at him. He inhales sharply between his teeth. His cock is so hard, so desperate to fuck into you. Jean wants it to be slow and beautiful, but he simply needs to have you. He wants you close to him before he leaves and doesn’t know if he’ll come back. And close means being inside you, hearing you in your purest form.
The dusky pink settling on his cheeks could be the sun, low in the sky, filling the meadow with rich hues.
Your moans could not be interpreted so wholesomely.
Fingers wet with your spit, he moves his hand between your legs, under the skirt. Pushing your panties to the side he lets you ride his palm for a moment. Teasing yourself, teasing your clit on his strong hand. He goes deeper, fingers sliding through your folds. He slips through your folds, resting at your entrance, before allowing your hips to rise and him to push knuckle deep inside you.
You reddened lips form a perfect ‘o’, and the bliss on your face is one he will remember forever. His thumb moves to your clit. Still on top of him, Jean watches you fuck yourself on his fingers. He kisses your neck, your chest. Taking your nipples and sucking, biting, nibbling.
Your walls are closing in on him, before gently relaxing and he can tell you’re close.
“Don’t be shy” Jean reissues his earlier statement. But now it’s far huskier, far more commanding. “I want to hear you, y/n. I want to hear you cum.”
You’re watching his face, the words - orders - tumble from his lips. They make you flutter around his fingers. You murmur out tiny please’s.
“What did I say? Louder, y/n.”
You moan against his neck, “please.”
Jean pulls your hair, making you extend your neck, forcing you to look up to the hues of pink and orange. “Louder.”
You’re so close. “Jean, p- please!”
“Good girl.”
With that he’s flicking his thumb over your clit, fucking his fingers up into your cunt. The sounds of liquid and wetness only add to the noises of you cumming. Pussy clenching around his fingers, hips giving way and as your legs start to burn and shake. Jean holds you up, working you through your orgasm. He wants nothing more than to watch you fall apart, moaning his name. And then whining curses as you become oversensitive. Yet your gummy walls still suck him in, begging for more.
Leaving your tight walls, he brings the fingers to his lips. You taste tarte and sweet. Better than strawberries any day.
Your breaths are heavy as he twists the two of you, resting you with your back on the blanket. You are radiant. A green halo of grass above you, the dusting of pink on your cheeks, your lips kiss-swollen.
Jean pushes your skirt up, eyes trained on yours as you rest on your elbows. Your eyes follow his movements. How his tongue wets his lips before he drags them on your inner thigh. How his fingers dig in to pull you closer towards him.
He pulls off your sodden panties, kissing into your hips, your belly. Jean is slow and deliberate. As much as he wants to be deep within you, he’s never had the chance to enjoy you this slowly before.
He rises, kissing your breasts as they spill from the top of your dress. His tongue paints saliva on your lips before slipping between them. The kiss is intense. It’s deep and sloppy and so needy.
Your hand reaches to his shoulders, thumb slipping underneath his braces pulling them off. Hands slip under his shirt, and he quickly helps you pull it off. His muscles are firm and taught, the amount of work his body has been through over the years evident underneath your fingers. You trail fingertips over stripes of knotted flesh, kissing each mark and scar after your hands move onto the next one.
“You’re beautiful, Jean”
Jeans cheeks go rosy and he smiles so bashfully that it breaks you apart. The lopsided grin makes you pull him back into you, teeth bumping together as you giggle into the kiss.
He unbuttons his pants, pushing them far enough down his thighs to allow more friction as he grinds into you. Jean is noticeably straining his underwear, his member long and hard. You move your hand down to cup him, squeezing gently through the cotton. You tug on his cock, leaving him stuttering into your mouth. Holding him just tightly enough, he ruts his hips into your hand, little sighs escaping his mouth into your hair.
Tucking your hand under the fabric, you pull out his dick. It makes your hand look smaller, Jean’s member long and hard. The pink tip is slick with precum, and your thumb brushes his head slightly, earning a little hiss.
You go from light little touches to harsher ones. Fingers brushing against the veins on his length, before you wrap around him again. He’s whining in your ear, “you like playing with my cock? Seeing what you do to me?”
With hooded eyelids you look at his contorting face and whisper “yes, yes. I want to please you, I want to make you feel good.”
“Such a good girl for me.”
Taking his member, you push the tip against the heat between your legs. Teasing your clit with his head, he looks down to watch you work. Precum lightly sheens over your folds, and fuck, Jean can’t wait to add to it.
“I w-want you so bad Jean.”
“You have all of me.”
You hold him against your entrance, the tip of him just resting at your little hole. Pulling him in a little, he pushes against the first tight ring. It’s always intense letting Jean fuck you, making you so full. You rock your hips up, letting him slip out a little, before grinding back down. It pulls him into you so sensually. He moans unashamedly as you control the pleasure you both receive.
Repeating the action, you lift again, pushing him out, and again tightening your stomach muscles to curl and bring him deeper inside you. His golden eyes are trained on where you’re conjoined.
He’s halfway inside you, stretching your tight walls so much already. Jean sits back, moving his tongue around inside his mouth before letting a ball of spit fall where his cock rests inside of you. Spreading it on his length, he helps you the rest of the way. Letting your eyes widen and gasp of surprise (how are you always surprised by the feeling?) as he fully sheaths himself inside you.
“God, you’re so tight,” he holds himself above you, head falling back as he inhales slowly.
Jean allows you a moment to breath, before he pulls back out, quickly snapping his hips back to yours. Moans tumble out of your mouth as he fucks into you. Lashes fluttering and your tits bouncing in rhythm, you are a sight for the sorest of eyes.
“You’re so pretty for me, all splayed out on my cock.”
He pushes your legs apart, watching his length disappear inside you. Watching how one hand twists your own nipple, the other feebly trying to grab onto his wrist. He’s splitting you apart on his dick, the feeling of being so fucking full taking over. You were already sensitive from your last orgasm, but he builds another, the tightening in your core unmistakable.
“J- Jean,” you hiccup, so overwhelmed by him. “You’re s- so big”
“You’re taking me so well, y/n.”
He lowers himself against your chest, bringing his knees upwards and closer to your ass. You curl up around him, holding your legs further up. Jean quickly renegotiates the position, pulling your legs around him whilst you hold under your knees. You can feel him so deep inside you this way, pulled into a ball underneath him. Jean wants to be impossibly close, and this new angle is punishing on your pussy. He can feel how wet you are between you, how much you enjoy the intensity of his cock working in and out.
His forehead presses against yours, his hand snaking between you two. From his new angle, he can hit that sweet spot inside you so easily. His length sweeps against it, and hits into your furthest wall. He lets out curses as he feels your cunt tighten each time, mixing with the moans and mewls from you. You lock eyes with him, big doe eyes pricking.
“Pl- please, I’m so close, Jean.”
Fat tears roll over your cheek, trailing to your temple. Everything feels too much. Him inside of you, the wet squelching between you. His strong fingers rubbing over your clit again and again. You let out a sob, followed by a moan. It’s a combination of knowing this is the last night, feeling how fucking intense his cock is inside you, hearing how much Jean needs you. He kisses your cheeks, tasting the salt, not faltering as he continues to pummel into you.
“You’re doing so good, baby.”
His balls slap against your skin.
“You can do it.”
His teeth bite at the flesh of your breast, pull at your nipples.
“I want to hear you.”
His fingers play and roll with your clit, feeling the way you tighten around his cock.
“Please cum for me, y/n.”
Your back arches off the blanket, the night sky soaking up the moans. The lewd noises in between you both are all consuming, the slap of slick and wetness only adding to your full body sensation.
His fingers keep moving on your clit, and Jean grunts each time your pussy spasms around his cock. He keeps pace, fucking you raw and with need. He loves to see your delicate face scrunched up, eyes rolling back and mouth unable to close.
And with the tightening of your walls around him, Jean’s close. “Where do you want me?”
“I want,” you inhale sharply, as his cock drives back into you, “you inside me- I- I need you Jean. Please.”
“You’re so good, baby, you’re so good.” He’s getting quicker, making you writhe beneath him in your overstimulated state. “I’ll give you what you want, okay? I’m going to cum inside your pretty pussy.”
Jeans fingers are going to bruise you. He's holding onto you so tight, never wanting to let you go. It’ll be something to remember him by. Movements are starting to stammer, the sweat evident by the sheen forming across his shoulders and face. You tuck a tendril of his honey hair behind his ear. “I love you”, you whisper amongst the moans. And with that he pushes deep enough to make you cry out, feeling the hot ropes of cum painting your walls.
Your man rests inside you for a moment, gathering his breath as he leaves languid kisses against your breasts, your jaw, your lips. He pulls out, seeing his cum drip from your pussy. Using his fingers he pushes the white around your folds, earning a sharp his when he brushes past your clit. Finally, he brings his fingers to your lips, and you put out a delicate tongue.
Cleaning him with your mouth, he sits back, sighing softly. How can you be this good? And you like him? Jean thinks he is the luckiest man on earth. He adjusts your dress for comfortability, before dipping next to you. Your heads are lightly touching, your hair intertwined with his. Staring up at the sky as the last colour leaves it in its inkiness, he holds you close. He presses his final kiss on your forehead.
“I love you too.”
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1000 Followers Celebration
(Requests Closed)
Oh my fucking god, I honestly can't believe I hit 1k followers. Honestly I am so shocked that I hot 1000 followers I never thought I'd make it this far. I have enjoyed this so much and I love writing fics and I love the amazing community I am in. I am so grateful for this and I owe it all to you guys so, thank you so much for everything.
I have picked and made some prompts. There are three categories which are smut, fluff and then comedy/silly ones. I was also going to add sad and scary prompts but decided against it, might do it soon though. I ask for prompts that the maximum picked per story is 5 and I only picked select characters just because there is a lot of prompts so I tried to pick out some of the most popular characters/people for this.
I will keep my requests open until Monday so you guys can send me your requests through 'ask me anything.' Depending on how many requests I get, it may take me awhile to finish them so please keep that in mind.
Characters I Write For:
Outer Banks:
All Characters can be chosen
OBX Cast:
Rudy Pankow
Drew Starkey
Chase Stokes
Austin North
The Vampire Diaries Universe:
Damon Salvatore
Stefan Salvatore
Katherine Pierce
Caroline Forbes
Lexi Branson
Klaus Mikaelson
Elijah Mikaelson
Kol Mikaelson
Marcel Gerard
Kai Parker
Rebekah Mikaelson
Riverdale:
Cheryl Blossom
Toni Topaz
Jughead Jones
Reggie Mantle
Veronica Lodge
Betty Cooper
Fangs Fogarty
Euphoria:
Maddy Perez
Cassie Howard
Nate Jacobs
Fezco
Smut Prompts:
1. "Don't make me take you home and punish you."
2. "You look so hot in my clothes."
3. "You're not going out in that outfit."
4. "You want me to give your (phone, book, etc.) back? Make me."
5. "Don't be so rough. You can't leave any marks."
6. "What the hell did you just say to me?"
7. "I'm going to leave hickies all over your body, let everyone know your mine."
8. "Bite me."
9. "Please just let me finish this level and I swear I'll fuck you just how you like it."
10. "You taste like fucking candy."
11. "You're not wearing anything under that, are you?"
12. "I could just pull your bikini bottom to the side, no one will notice."
13. "You're so fucking hot when you're mad."
14. "I'm not jealous! It's just... you're mine."
15. "Say it. Out loud."
16. "You better shut that pretty little mouth before I put it to work, doll."
17. "I'm gonna fuck you so hard that you'll forget that you ever even met that asshole."
18. "I think that's the first time I've ever herd you moan... it was like a fucking melody."
19. "She may seem like lollipops and rainbows but, I bet behind closed doors she's latex and whips."
20. "Yup, that's me. I love to fuck."
21. "Don't fucking touch what's not yours."
22. "Stop dancing like that or I'm going to cum in my pants."
23. "You look a bit tied up, want me to come back later?"
24. "Please, remind me again why we are having sex behind a tree?"
25. "We've been at it like rabbits! How the fuck are you still horny?!"
26. "Your ass is going to be seven different shades of red after that little stunt."
27. "God damnit! Now all I can think about is you licking my cock like it's that ice cream cone."
28. "Do you think they can hear us through the tent?"
29. "Your more than just a one night stand."
30. "Would you just shut up and kiss me already?"
31. "Let me show you why you should stay in bed."
32. "Can you help me with this zipper?"
33. "I bet you look even better with your clothes off."
34. "Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it's working."
35. "I'd hold onto something if I were you."
36. "I see you've started without me."
37. "Want a taste?"
38. "Less talking, more fucking."
39. "You're really going to make me beg for it?"
40. "Are you going to eye fuck me all night or are you going to do something about it?"
41. "Please... don't stop."
42. "This cock isn't gonna suck itself."
43. "Please. I need you... now."
44. "Maybe I'd rather take my time with you."
45. "Is there anything you can't do with that tongue?"
46. "Is that a gun in your pocket or are you just pleased to see me?"
47. "Oh god, how can you manage to switch from cute to sexy in under a second?"
48. "I know all your weaknesses."
49. "No panties, huh?"
50. "You herd me. Take. It. Off."
51. "Angel in the streets, freak in the sheets."
52. "Can you feel what you're doing to me?"
53. "Holy shit, you're so fucking sexy like that."
54. "How 'bout you come help me out, huh?"
55. "Don't think I'm letting you get away with that, darling."
56. "Dammit, we made a mess."
57. "You're gonna regret that, sweetheart."
58. "Were you dreaming about me again?"
59. "I want to see those pretty little lips wrapped around my cock."
60. "If you wanted sex, all you have to do is ask."
61. "Why are you naked?"
62. "You can't keep pretending like it didn't happen, cause guess what? It did!"
63. "You're mine. I don't share."
64. "If we get caught I'm blaming you."
65. "Stop biting that fucking lip! You know that drives me wild!"
66. "Will you teach me how to kiss?"
67. "Leave the heels on baby, but, just the heels."
68. "Come on, give me a little show."
69. "Y- you want to do it here? Now? What about our guests?"
70. "I bet the neighbors know my name."
72. "I just want you to be happy.... and naked."
73. "You look so beautiful tied up to my bed."
74. "I was wondering how long you two were going to make out like that before you realize you weren't alone."
75. "I want to kiss every inch of your body before I fuck you."
76. "Fuck me like a starved animal or leave."
77. "I want to fulfill that fantasy you've always wanted."
78. "Can I at least shut the door before you decide to pounce on me the moment I come home."
79. "I know you said you didn't want to be late, but you look amazing, and I'm trying not to kiss you senselessly right now."
80. "Kiss me again, like you mean it."
81. "Do you think of me when you touch yourself?"
82. "Do you have dirty dreams of me often?"
83. "Stop before someone sees us!"
84. "Against the window? Are you fucking insane?!"
Fluff Prompts:
1. "Rumor has it, I make you nervous."
2. "You look so cute with your baby bump!"
3. "I'm pregnant."
4. "I want to try for a baby."
5. "You look beautiful in anything."
6. "May I have this dance?"
7. "Do you think it's possible that I... might be... pregnant?"
8. "I have so much love for you. I actually never thought I could feel like this, but you proved me wrong."
9. "Dance with me and pretend the world doesn't exist."
10. "Do you want to know the gender of our baby?"
11. "You're the most important person in my life."
12. "This is going to be the start of something magical."
13. "Thank you for making me a mommy." "Thank you for making me a daddy."
14. "Every inch of you is breathtaking."
15. "I've been excited to see you all day."
16. You're my perfect match."
17. "I'll keep you warm."
18. "Can I have a massage?"
19. "Are you my secret admirer? The one whose been sending me all those flowers and notes?"
20. "Can you pretend to be my partner for my friend's wedding? I told them I'd have a plus one."
21. "I'm in love with you." "Are you finally confessing? Because I feel the same way."
22. "Apparently all our friends have a bet going that we end up together."
23. "Has anyone told you that your eyes sparkle in the moonlight?"
24. "You give my butterflies."
25. "Wait! Baby, my lip gloss is all over your lips."
26. "Would it be alright if I borrowed your sweater? It smells like you."
27. "You're always on my mind."
28. "Why are you crying?"
29. "Who hurt you?"
30. "You make me feel alive."
31. "I wouldn't change a thing about you."
32. "Can I play with your hair?"
33. "You look better in my clothes than I do."
34. "My mother adores you."
Funny/Silly Prompts for Smut or Fluff:
1. "You're seriously like a man-child."
2. "Not sure if you could tell but, I'm not exactly a people person."
3. "Just remember if we get caught, you're deaf and I don't speak English."
4. "Stop hogging all the blankets!"
5. "I can't believe you don't like Disney movies."
6. "I'm too sober for this."
7. "Define normal."
8. "Do I get bonus points if I act like I care?"
9. "I love you. You enormously stubborn pain in the ass."
10. "I'm listening to you. I'm just not paying attention."
11. "This is a whole new level of moronic, even for you."
12. "Somebody's cranky." "Somebody needs to shut up."
13. "Frankly my dear, I don't give a damn."
14. "All due respect but, that's a bunch of crap."
15. "If I see something I haven't seen before, I'll throw a dollar at it."
16. "What did I tell you about calling him/her the devil?" "That's offense to the devil?"
17. "You didn't get in trouble for lying. You got in trouble for lying badly."
18. "If history repeats itself, I am so getting a dinosaur."
19. "Sarcasm is the body's natural reaction to stupidity."
20. "Do I regret it? Yes. Would I do it again? Probably."
21. "You're insane, but you might also be brilliant."
22. "What you call insanity, I call inspiration."
23. "Why does everyone assume the worst of me?" "It saves time."
24. "Neither one of us is drunk enough to have this conversation."
25. "Are you questioning my methods?" "I'm not questioning it, I'm saying it's stupid."
26. "Wow, somebody needs a happy meal."
27. "I didn't do it!" "Then why are you laughing?!" "Because whoever did it is a fucking genius!"
28. "Idiots. I'm surrounded by idiots."
29. "Obviously you have mistaken me for somebody who gives a shit."
30. "It's called thinking, you should try it sometime."
31. "I'm just going to pack up now and go straight to hell."
32. "My ex? Yeah I'd still hit that. Except this time with a car or a baseball bat."
33. "Oh honey, I would but.... I don't want to."
34. "I don't need anger management! I need people to stop pissing me off!"
35. "I didn't steal it, I permanently borrowed it."
36. "You know I hear you talking, but I still don't have my coffee."
37. "Are you drunk?" "Not nearly enough."
38. "At this point, if a clown invited me into the woods, I would just go."
39. "You really don't know how to talk to woman, do you?"
40. "I'm not sure how many coffees it takes to be happy, but so far, it's not twelve."
41. "Stop texting me such weird stuff in the middle of the night."
42. "We are going to need a fantastic lawyer and a miracle."
43. "I found this porn folder on your laptop- I had no idea you had those kinks."
44. "You'll never guess how many fucking Oreos I've eaten today."
45. "We're not dating, it's barely anything, we just go on dates and make out and have sex and we recently got engaged, but it's nothing too serious."
46. "Are you drunk, stoned, or just stupid?"
47. "I should write a how-to manual, and make you the examples of 'what not to do.'
48. "Once again, I've been lured away by the promise of chocolate."
49. "If this was a romantic comedy, we would have kissed by now."
50. "You stole my seat! You're a seat-thief!"
51. "Correct my grammar all you want but, you're still a dork."
52. "We could always crash the party."
53. "Just hurry your ass up so we can get out of Kooklandia already!"
54. "Dear diary, a chipmunk asked me my name today. I told him it was Joe, that lie will haunt me forever."
55. "I always notice a woman's neck, I'm a neck person."
56. "How is my wife more badass than me?"
57. "I'm not saying she's a whore! All I'm saying is she's been on more wieners than ketchup!"
58. "You're cute when your mad" "Yeah, well I'm about to get really fucking adorable."
59. "I'm not arguing, I'm simply explaining why I'm right."
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