#Request imagines

[evan4ever]

This is a vague suggestion but maybe reader laying on whatever Evan peters character you choose’s chest? Just that cuddling experience

For Eternity

a/n: I feel like there’s not enough, or any that I can recall reading, James cuddling fics 🥺 so enjoy this one!!

Warnings: none, just fluff!

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There’s nothing you loved more than being in James’s care. He was your protection, always making sure you were safe and sound, comfortable, and happy. It really was all you could ask for.

But with it came being alone often. You had taken comfort in Liz and Sally, even a few of the other souls that lived in the hotel for all eternity. You were sure to be with someone when James wasn’t around, finishing whatever business he had to. You couldn’t lie, you wished he’d put his business and work aside so he could spend some time with you, but you understood he was a busy and important man in this place.

It wasn’t until John finished the murders he had agreed to for James that you finally saw your lover more. And when Liz and Ethel took over managing the Hotel, James was always by your side. It felt like Heaven.

“Any big plans for the day, dear?” James asked as he readied himself in the tall mirror, fixing his tie carefully and precisely. You smiled from beside him, gazing lovingly at the beautiful man before you.

He stopped what he was doing and turned his head to you when you hadn’t answered him, raising an eyebrow curiously. Your smile widened as your eyes met, finally shaking your head to answer his question.

“No, no plans. Though you look like you may have some?” You now asked him, walking to him and taking his tie from his hands to fix it yourself. He lowered his hands to your waist, resting gently on them as he looked down at you, watching you in complete adoration. Once you had the tie perfectly set to your liking, your eyes flickered up to meet his again.

“In fact, I do.” He grinned, your eyebrows raising encouraging him to continue. “John reached out to me. He’s not content with his work, he’d like to continue.” His smile widened though yours dropped, confused.

“John? I thought he wanted to be done and just… be with his family?” You knew he was here with his family but didn’t understand why he’d want to continue murdering people after all the years he did it and had made it clear to James that he was done after his final on the countess, who you never saw. James was sure of it, claiming she was dangerous and he wanted you to have no interaction or communication with her.

“He did, dear.” James nodded before looking back to the mirror to give himself one last look over and smiling pleasantly at his appearance. “That’s the beauty of murder. It’s exhilarating, once you start you don’t want to stop.” He continued, giving you a gentle kiss on the cheek as he walked past you. You blinked a few times silently hating the thought because you knew it would mean less time with James, and god you were really loving having him to yourself. But you would always support him, no matter what.

“So what will this time consist of?” You questioned as you turned to where he was standing, collecting the rest of the items he needed to meet John. Your hands held each other as the hung before your abdomen, just watching James.

“We haven’t decided yet, that’s why we are meeting.” He gleamed excitedly. John was a prized possession of James, he did his work so effortlessly and so clean, leaving no traces behind. James took an extra liking to him, so of course he was excited.

Your eyes remained on him as you stood silently. Realizing you were quiet now, he stopped what he was doing and glanced at you.

“Is everything okay, my love?” He asked now, catching on to some negative feelings you were seeming to give. “Do you not approve of our idea?” He laid his jacket back down on the bed and stood straight, facing you to give you his full attention.

You raised your eyebrows and open your mouth, though unsure of what you wanted to say, you quickly closed it.

“Dearest?” He urged, walking up to you.

You let out a sigh, dropping your head and looking at your feet.

“It’s not that..” you start.

“Then tell me what it is? I can’t fix anything if I don’t know what it is that needs to be fixed.” You smiled lightly at his words, appreciating that he cared so much about whatever it is that bothers you. There was never a moment that you questioned his love for you, you just never wanted to burden him with your neediness.

“It’s really not a big deal, James. Honestly! You go, I can talk to you tonight.” You smile trying to seem as convincing as possible, but James sees right through you as he tilts his head to this side gazing deep into your eyes with his own gentle eyes. You swallow hard and let out a sigh. “I just have very much enjoyed having you to myself these last weeks. It makes me sad to think you might become busy again. That’s all.”

Hearing you would become sad with his business practically tears his heart out, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. “Then it can wait.” He states, turning to do you’re not sure what, but you quickly object.

“No, really it’s alright, my love. I’m just being clingy, it’s silly. I’ll be just fine waiting for you.” You say as you take ahold of his arm, stopping him from going any further. He turn to you and shakes his head.

“I won’t have my actions cause you any sadness. That’s real silliness, dear. John can wait, you need me here and I need you, my most loved, happy.” He gives you a soft smile, walking closer and his hands reaching to cup either side of your face, holding you gently so you’re looking up at him. “Sometimes I need my priorities checked, and you, dear, are my top priority.” He gazes down at you with a gentle seriousness. You couldn’t help but smile up at him in his hold, which he returns. “Just give me some moments to let John know we will reschedule.”

He places a kiss on your forehead before releasing your face and turning, heading to the door. You sighed wishing he’d just let you get him a cellphone to make these kind of things easier, but no matter how hard you tried, he never agreed to it. Another “silly” making of the modern world, in his opinion. So, he had to go to John himself. Thankfully, being the ghost he was, it really would only take a few minutes.

“Will he mind?” You ask before he exits the room. He turns his face to you and gives you another reassuring smile.

“Not in the slightest. We have all the time in the world. Now you lay, I would very much like to hold you when I return.” He nods, closing the door. You feel your heart melt at his request, demand, whatever you want to call it. One thing that happened very seldom when it comes to James is cuddling. He’d hug you for some minutes before bed, or right after you finished making love with each other, but it was very quick. You weren’t sure why, but never questioned. Usually put it off as it having to do with the love of murdering part of him, it surely had to cause some sort of emotional lacking. Generally, you’d just hug him at night when he’d be long asleep, to help yourself fall asleep feeling him. So knowing that that’s what he wants, you absolutely were filled with so much joy and even relief.

You removed your own white jacket, hanging it carefully so you wouldn’t cause any folds or wrinkles. You slipped your shoes off and set them in their place and finally made your way to your shared king size bed. You sat on the edge and grabbed your journal deciding to write until he returned, scribbling away peacefully. You journaled often, James had recommended it to you. He said it helped him many times, especially being secluded to one building for all eternity as long as it stood. You took his suggestion up years ago and would write your little heart away. You often wondered if James had ever read it while you weren’t present, knowing you’ve wrote many times about your wish to be like him so you could stay with him for eternity. He has never agreed to make you like him, feeling that if you ever changed your mind you would resent him. He didn’t want to strip you of your freedom, seclude you to this building forever like he was. Even after all your pleas and reassurances, he never gave in. He wanted you to have your life when you would give it up in an instant to be with him.

“I’ve returned dear!” You heard James call after some time from the doorway, unable to see him yet. You closed your journal and turned yourself on the bed, crossing your legs and sitting patiently for him. When he made his way to the large area, his eyes found you and he smiled at your figure waiting for him on the bed.

You watched as he slipped out of his jacket and shoes, taking off his tie and tossing it aside leaving him in only his white button up and slacks, surprised at his action and wondering why he’s not hanging his items like he usually would. But before you could ask, he was crawling into the bed and under the covers. He lifted them so you could slide under, doing so and making yourself comfortable in the warm blankets.

His arm slid under you and wrapped around your waist, pulling you to him with a gasp from your lips. He wrapped his other arm over you and allowed you to snuggle into him, your body fitting perfectly against his. You made yourself comfy, finally resting your head on his chest as his hand placed itself against your head, soothing your hair down and holding you tightly to him. You instantly relaxed in his hold, wrapping your own arm over his torso and breathing in his scent that melted you every time you got a whiff. Your eyes fluttered shut as you took in the feeling, wishing for it to never end. If he could hold you like this forever, you wanted him to. If you both were to ever die, this is how you wanted to be laid to rest.

“I am sorry that I wasn’t as present all those years ago.” He spoke quietly, feeling his breath against your head, making the hairs along your neck and arms stand up. You breathed him in and smiled, shaking your head.

“I know you had business to attend to, babe. You don’t have to apologize.” You stated, not using the pet name “babe” often considering he liked the older, more meaningful pet names like “dear” “my love” “sweetness” and even “sugar pie” on occasion, when he was in a very good mood or in a happy drunken state. But you chose “babe” when it was only you two and in the comfort of your bed together. He didn’t mind it, he was just an old school kind of man. But he understood you were also your own person, and considering you were technically a hundred years younger than him being born in the new and modern world. Of course there would be differences, and he was okay with that.

“Maybe so, but I should’ve been with you more. I thank you for staying by my side despite it.” He sighed, causing you to tighten your hold on him in a loving manner. You never wanted him to feel bad or regretful. You only wanted him here now, as he was.

“You’re here now” you say, raising your head to look down at him, his eyes meeting yours as he tilts his head slightly to allow him more of a view of you. “That’s all I care about.” You smile. He gazed at you admiringly before lifting his head, his lips meeting yours in a warm kiss.

You place your hand on his cheek, holding him to you as you kissed slow and carefully, savoring the taste of one another. There were times he wondered how you were real, how you were his. You were a goddess in his eyes and he never wanted you to feel like anything less.

His fingertips gently caressed your sides underneath your shirt, meeting each others eyes once again when your lips parted. “You, my love, are otherworldly.” He states, tucking some stray hairs behind your ears and allowing his fingertips to trace down your neck and rest behind your neck softly.

You pressed your lips together as you took the time to admire him now, taking in his every perfect feature. He was the most beautiful man your eyes ever saw. And he made you feel like a gift from above in his eyes.

“I love you, James.” You say in nearly a whisper. The side of his mouth twitches into a smile before he pulls you back down to his chest, holding you against him again in a tight embrace. You listen to the sound of his heart beating in his chest, something you often wondered how it was possible but very much enjoyed listening to.

“I love you, so very much.” He replies quietly, placing another kiss on the top of your head, embracing your figure that was against his. He could hold you forever, never wanting to let you go. His mind raced over the thought of your frequent request to change you. He told himself he’d never allow it to happen, that he would never take your life for his own selfish desire. But now, laying here with you in his arms, he couldn’t fathom the thought of you passing someday. He couldn’t fathom the thought of you no longer here. It was true, you would pass one day, and he was going to be sure you passed outside of the hotel so that you could rest peacefully — but now he wondered if you could truly be happy spending eternity with him like you say. He wanted nothing more, but he needed to be sure. If you would reassure him one more time, he’d allow it. He would give you what you want, what he wants just as much. And you would be together indefinitely.

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[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Vampire lover that can’t drink your blood without you keeping his cock warm.

He has to be balls deep in your pussy, otherwise he gets all hard and cums in his pants just from one sip of your blood.

It’s just way less messy to already have his cock buried in your cunt, and he doesn’t like to waste his seed. He’s a powerful vampire that needs an heir, that sperm is valuable!!

So every time he needs to feed, he pushes your expensive panties to the side and sits you on his cock, content to cum inside of you.

[novelbear]

"maybe you'll feel it, too" -best friends to lovers prompts

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

lingering hugs and stares

"you know i'm always going to be there for you, right? always."

compliments that are borderline (sometimes just blatant) flirting but they cover it up as just being a really supportive friend

^ "you sure this looks fine?" "trust me, you look fine as hell..."

being overly protective of the other (especially when it comes to relationships)

showing displays of affection that might seem questionable to others around them (ex. kissing each other on the cheek/ hands)

hand placement when hugging or guiding them also being a little more on the questionable side

"i'm always thinking about you."

being unable to tear their eyes off of them, especially when watching them excel at something they're best at

sharing clothes

"why are you looking at me like that?"

unconsciously including them in conversation when they're not even around

"there's no one else that makes me laugh the way you do."

noticing them blushing coincidentally after making a comment. but they can't be blushing because of what they said. they wouldn't. would they? no, of course not...right?

holding hands and neither of them knowing when (or wanting to) let go

when that realization hits that they really wouldn't rather spend their time with anyone else the way they do with their "best friend"

rambling on and on and on and wait are they looking at my eyes or my lips?

"if we were dating i'd take you to all the best places.." "what's stopping you?" "excuse me."

"can i kiss you?" "you have no idea how long i've waited to hear you ask that."

the relief that washes over both of them when the feelings are finally out there

"why didn't you tell me?" "the same reason you didn't tell me. i didn't want to lose you."

[bwabys-scenarios]

When Sanemi finally broke the news about having a wife, many of his colleagues seemed almost… worried for the woman. If you had been there, you may have been upset, because they didn’t know the Sanemi you knew.

Your Sanemi spent his nights fighting demons and his days in your arms, covering you in kisses and worshiping the ground you walk in. He was the most gentle a husband could be, holding your hand when you walked down flights of stairs and kissing the top of your head every chance he got.

Every single morning when he came back to you, he had something to show for it. Sometimes it was as simple as a piece of candy he bought while patrolling, or as extravagant as a shiny new hairpin or silk kimono. You would call yourself spoiled, but Sanemi would tsk and say you weren’t pampered nearly enough.

No one knew the gentleness of his hands, the soft caress of his lips like you did. Those hands that had slain so many demons held your hips down ever so gently as he fucked into you, promising that this time he’d give you that baby you so desperately wanted.

He’d kiss your temple after you were thoroughly stuffed with cum, then hold you close, tracing his finger along your belly. “That’s where our baby will be, sunshine.”

You couldn’t necessarily blame others for assuming your hulking man of a husband was a brute, he was covered in scars and had a resting bitch face to match, but you can’t judge off of appearance alone. That angry face melted into a content smile every time you held it in your hands, his arms moving to wrap around your waist.

If only they could see him through your eyes, maybe they wouldn’t judge so quickly.

[rubyarerosies]

to add onto lowkeyartist!sukuna, he most definitely pulls the same nonchalant act when people start speculating if he has a baby now.

After releasing a wedding photo where your face isn’t visble (he does not want you to face the brute force of fans, and you don’t as well) finally giving the public a glimpse of his now wife, he starts uploading his normal covers and new mixes around 3 months after but because you are still the hot topic people notice your absence. You’re out of his videos for a whole year, and people again start to speculate what is going on in Sukuna’s private life.

And because of how tempting the public can be to tease, he goes live again.

Question after question start, most are of you, again. But to make the mood start off hot, he answers questions about the wedding, “how was the wedding? It was good, was a bit nervous cause my wife and I spent months preparing, happy it all went good.”

He edges everyone watching, answering questions about you but not in too much detail, he knows what he’s doing, everyone watching too - he’s not answering the burning question: where are you?

“So, where is she? In the lounge, she’s probably watching,” he replies, trying to remain as relaxed as possible, “Show her to us? Nah, she’s busy right now,”

“Busy with what? My son,” you’re in the other room giggling to yourself, kissing your son’s cheek while his dad keeps up the act of a straight face. You know after it’s over, he’s going to come laugh with you and your new addition about it, like how he did before.

“Can we see him? No,” he laughs, “my wife would kill me if you guys were to ever see him.”

(After the live, he posted a picture of you and your son at the beach. Your son is in your arms and you both are facing away from the camera, he captions it with a heart and the internet buzzes like wildfire having finally caught a glimpse of Sukunas family)

[monstersflashlight]

Here me out...scientists looking at fem!human lab rat getting fucked by a bunch of different monsters to study the different reactions of both the Monsters and the human 👀

We have serious mental issues guys...

Hi anon! We don't have mental issues, just great imagination.

When you applied for a job at a lab facility, you weren't expecting to be a monster's fleshlight. The job application specified absolutely nothing about it apart from saying you needed to be okay working with other species. And well, you were okay with that.

But the first day on the job, you found yourself being asked a bunch of weird questions, some of them very specific in its sexual nature. You didn't know what was happening, but you weren't too worried about it, what could happen? Maybe you should have asked.

When they finally explained to you that you'd be fucked by a bunch of different monsters and then you'd record a short video explaining how it felt and if you'd do it again, it was too late to back down. Not that you wanted to. You'd always been a bit of a freak, and seeing some other monsters at the facility only made you crave a different kind of experimentation. So it was like a match made in heaven. Or so you thought.

At first it was all good, they introduced you to the experiment with some aliens with a ridged dick and nice long fingers that made you come so many times you had to be helped back to your room after, your knees trembling and your pussy sore. The aliens were the same species as the scientists leading the research, and you wondered if he would join. He didn't the first day. They discovered you could be fucked multiple times by multiple dicks and still come.

The second day an orc and a minotaur appeared. Their dicks were pretty similar, and you had a great time riding both of them until you were filled to the brim over and over. That day they discovered that you could experiment what they called "cum inflation", your stomach distended because of the amount of cum shoot inside of you. You had to sit down and let the researcher finger everything out of you. He looked detached to it, but you came against his fingers once again.

The tentacle monster on the third day was fun. His big reproductive dick pushed into your hole as little tentacles played with your body. It was a weird sensation, but a good one. That day they discovered you could be stimulated at multiple points and that would make you come harder.

It continued like that for a few days, some monsters weird, some okay, but overall, it was such a great experience that the next day you were already dripping and hot when the werewolf entered. He stretched you with his claws and long tongue until you were crying out, just to push his fat dick inside of you until you were falling apart around him. Just to push his huge knot inside your dripping hole. You squirted all around him, making him laugh and a worried scientist come check on you.

The scientist could could have stopped everything that was happening, could have told the werewolf it was over... but instead he pinched your nipples as he pushed his alien dick in your mouth until you were gagging around him and his hips were fucking your face. It shouldn't have been as hot as it was. You came again, and again... And by the end of that session you were showered in alien and werewolf cum. You loved it.

They didn't discover anything that day, but you discovered your alien researcher had a bit of a thing for you, and he's like to explore it further.

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[starry-bi-sky]

I am loudly pushing the batdad agenda i am loudly pushing the— DPxDC Prompt

“Woah. You look like shit."

Granted, that’s probably not the first thing Danny should be saying to the guy that just bit the curb, but in his defense; he’s not running on 100% right now either.

The man -- tall, towering, and broader than Danny is tall -- whips around on his heel, black frayed cape flaring out impressively. Danny would've whistled in appreciation, but he takes the time instead to wipe the back of his hand across his mouth, smearing the blood running from his nose across his cheek.

"Sorry." He blinks widely, not even flinching as the man with the horns zeroes in on him. "That was rude of me. I have a really bad brain-to-mouth filter; Sam says its what always gets me into trouble."

And she's not wrong either, per say. His smart mouth is what landed him in this situation -- with blood blossom extract running through his veins and cannibalizing the ectoplasm in his bloodstream. Thanks Vlad.

The man grunts at him; a short, curt "hm" that shouldn't make Danny smile, but he does because he's somewhat delirious and probably concussed. The man keeps some kind of distance, sinking towards the shadows of Gotham's alleyway like he dares to melt right into it.

If it's supposed to scare Danny, it doesn't work. Danny's never been afraid of the dark; he's always been able to hide himself in it. He blinks slowly at the mass of shadows.

"You look hurt." The shadows says, blurring together around the edges. Danny squints, and licks his lips to get the blood dripping down his chin off. Ugh, he hates the taste of blood.

"I am." He says, "My godfather poisoned me. M'dying." The agony of the blood blossom eating him from the inside out looped back around to numbing a while ago, so all he feels is half-awake and dazed.

"Hey," Danny stumbles forward towards the man, a bloodied hand reaching out to him. "You-- you're a hero, right? You're not attacking me; which is more than I can say for most costumed people I've met." Maybe it's a poor bar to judge someone at, but he's already established that Danny's not in his right mind.

The man makes no change in expression, but Danny realizes blearily that it's hard to tell with the shadows on his face. He stays still long enough for Danny to latch onto the cape -- stretchy, but almost soft under his fingers.

He looks up blearily into the whites of the man's eyes. "Can you help me? I don't-- I don't wanna die." Again. He doesn't wanna die again. He blinks slow and lizard-like. "I mean- I'll probably get to see mom and dad again, but I told them I'd at least try and make it to adulthood."

There's a clatter down the street, and Danny's ghost sense chills up his spine and leaves a bitter, ashy taste in his mouth. He immediately knows who it belongs to even before the deceptively gentle; "Daniel?" echoes down the way.

"Daniel? Quit your games, badger, Gotham is dangerous for children."

Danny's mouth pulls back, and blood spills against his tongue. "Please." He rasps, and grabs onto the shadow's cape with both hands. "Please. He's going to kill me. Please--"

"Daniel? Is that you?"

His lips part, dragging in air to plead with the darkness again. He doesn't need to, the whites of his eyes narrow, and the cape whirls around him before Danny can blink. Soon swaddled in shadows, the Night lifts him up, and steals him away.

[diqldrunks]

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[eddiesxangel]

1-800-HOT-TO-GO | E.M

Anonymous asked: Can i request a fic where either the reader reveals during a pizza and beers hangout she was a phone sex operator for a brief time and everyone is shocked and one of them jokingly asks if she was any good and she whispers something dirty in their ear and it changes their friendship

Cw: fem!reader, allusions to male masturbation, dirty talk 1.7k words

“Come again?”

“I used to work a sex hotline,” you shrug like it was no big deal.

“No way,” Eddie shakes his head. “I don’t believe you.”

You hear Steve and the others giggle around you, also in disbelief.

“Wanna bet?”

“Try me.” He wants to call your bluff because no way in hell did he not know this about you. You always were reserved when it came to talking about sex; you never had you seemed promiscuous.

You hold up your hand to your ear, pretending it is a phone, and Eddie follows your lead.

“Ring ring,” he giggles.

“Hello.” You changed the pitch of your voice to be more sultry.

“Hi,” he smirks.

“Can I get a name, handsome?”

“ Eddie”

“Mmmm, hi, Eddie. I’m Candy.”

“Candy?”

He breaks character, but you don’t.

“the boys say it’s because I’m so sweet.” You fake giggle.

“This is my first time calling. I’m not sure what to do here.”

“That’s okay, I’ll walk you through it… you want to get comfortable for me?”

Eddie looks around the room at the others, who are trying to stifle their giggles. This night was supposed to be chill, with pizza and beers. He wasn’t really sure how you all ended up here.

“I’m comfortable.” He says without actually moving.”

“I wish I could see; you sound so sexy.” You sigh.

Another giggle leaves Eddie’s lips because who is this person who’s taken over your body?

“Yeah? you wish you could see be, Dollface?” Playing into it more.

You lean in to whisper so only he can hear it this time. “oh yeah, big boy; I bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me.” You sit back, take a loose tendril, twirl his hair around your finger, and watch Eddie’s eyes widen at what you just said.

“Oh-okay, that’s enough.” He chuckles, trying not to give away how turned on he just got. “I believe you!”

You sit back with a giggle and grab another slice of pizza like nothing just happened.

Everyone looked at you with shock.

Eddie quickly gets up and excuses himself to go to the bathroom.

“What did you say?!” Robin begs.

You shrug in response like it was another day at work… which it has been.

“Damn, is it hot in here?” Steve pops the collar of his shirt.

“You guys need to loosen up, my god.”

While you were still enjoying your pizza, Eddie was having a crisis. Never had he thought of you in that way until moments ago, listening to those filthy words slip from your lips.

“I bet your cock is already nice and hard for me. Such a good boy, I want you to fill me,” your words replayed in his mind while he tried to fight the blood rushing to his stiffening cock.

He can’t go back out there like this. Eddie splashed cold water on his face to try to snap him out of it, but it didn’t help.

A quick rap on the door startles Eddie out of his inner monologue.

“You okay, big boy? You’ve been in there fifteen minutes.” He hears you laugh from the other side.

Had it really been that long?

Eddie’s issue had not been resolved; in fact, it had worsened as he tried to push down the thought of you naked and spread out for him… talking to him like that.

“Yeah-I-uh- just a minute.” Eddie wanted to pull his hair out at how frustrated you had made him.

You were just pals, bubbies, amigos.

You weren’t attractive… were you?

Eddie never thought to look at you in that way; you’re just a friend, always had been, always will be… unless?

The more Eddie thought about it, the more he realized he did think your hair looked really pretty tonight. The way you always did your makeup really brought out your beautiful features…and when he got a whiff of your delicious perfume when you twirled his hair, he thought his.

“You sure?” You try to jiggle the door handle, but it’s locked.

“Shit,” Eddie curses under with breath.

“Come on, Ed, talk to me, please?”

You hear the lock unlatch and watch the doorknob slowly turn as Eddie pokes his head out.

“Hi,” he’s short and sounds a bit out of breath.

“I hope what I said didn’t make you uncomfortable.”

Ed saw the worried look in your eyes.

“No! Well, I mean, yes, but…no.”

“Yes, but no?”

Eddie let out a deep sigh. He didn’t see a way out of this. He stepped aside to let you in and shut the door behind you.

“Eddie?” You look up at him.

“Hm?”

His eyes snap to your concerned face.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t think it was a big deal! It did it all the time for work; I just… I don’t know. I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.”

“No, it’s not. clearly, I overstepped a boundary-“

“You’re not the only one.”

“What do you mean?”

Eddie moves his strategically placed hands to reveal the tent formed in his jeans and watches as your face falls into amused shock.

You cup your mouth to stifle an unexpected giggle.

“That’s not the reaction a guy wants when he shows a girl how turned on he is.”

“I’m sorry, I just!-didn’t think?”

“It’s okay. I’m just trying to get rid of it, but it’s not going away.”

“You mean?”

“I’m waiting it out.”

“Oh, ok.” You nod awkwardly.

An awkward silence washes over the both of you as you try so hard not to stare at his crotch.

“Don’t worry, I’m not going to ask for your help if that’s what you’re thinking.”

“I wasn’t!”

“Ok…”

Another very uncomfortable silence settled between the two of you as you fiddled with the hem of your shirt, trying to do everything in your power so as not to look down.

“I um… I guess I’ll just.” You point to the door that he’s blocking.

“Uh. Ok,” he nods and steps to the side.

You close the door behind you but don’t leave. You lean against the door and take a deep breath, trying to make sense of the evening.

Why did the thought of turning Eddie on excite you? He’s a friend. Just a friend. I always had and always will be.

With a deep breath, you go to push yourself up off the door, but before you’re able to, you hear your name being moaned from the other side of the door.

You froze. You knew you should move, but your feet were locked in place. More heavy breaths and the sound of muffled moans seeped from under the door gap, and you pressed your ear to the door.

Eddie was jerking off because of you… and you liked it?

Eddie bit back screaming your name as he finally released himself into the bathroom tissue. Finally, he could return to rejoin everyone without being physically uncomfortable.

He discarded his release, tucked himself back in, washed his hands, and unlocked the door, but he was ambushed when you fell onto him when he went to open the door.

You let out a squeak as you lost your balance, falling into Eddie as the door was opened from under you.

“Woah,” Eddie catches you before you’re able to fall. His rage hands wrap around your biceps, gripping tightly to brace your fall.

“Were you spying on me?”

“Oh god, sorry” you’re so embarrassed. The whole evening has been one shit show. You scramble to find your fitting to create space between you and Eddie.

“You were spying on me!”

“Shhhhh! Keep your voice down.”

“You totally were spying on me!” He accused.

“You’re the one who moaned my name!” You defend.

Eddie’s cheeks reddened.

“You’re the one who said all those… things!” his hands flailed.

“You’re the one who egged it on!”

“So!”

“So?”

“Yeah, so!”

“Woah, guys, what’s going on here?” Steve pops his head around the corner.

“Nothing,” you both glare.

“Ohhhhhkayyyyyyyy,” Steve turns a heel and walks back to the kitchen to grab a drink.

“Eddie,” you sigh, “I don’t want to argue. This is dumb, and we can pretend it never happened.”

“We could, but I gotta know.”

“What’s that?”

“Did you like it?” He took a step closer, filling the gap between you.

“What?” You look up at him.

“I asked if you like listening to me?” he brushed your hair behind your shoulder.

You gulp, not expecting Eddie’s demeanour to switch on a dime.

“I… I don’t know?”

“I think you did, and you’re too scared to admit it.” You can smell him. He is so close to you.

“Eddie, what are you doing?” You watch as he leans in closer.

“Just trust me.” His hands find the back of your neck, pulling you close.

“Eddie?”

“Let me try something.”

“Kay,” you whisper.

Eddie’s lips graze yours ever so lightly before he presses them fully.

A million and one thoughts run through your mind as Eddie kisses you.

You blame the cheap beer for letting this happen. You blame the beer for liking it. You blame the beer for kissing him back. You blame the beer for the tongue slip and the beer for how you wanted to moan when he pulled away.

“Woah”

“Yea woah,” you repeated dumbly.

“um… did you like it?”

“Yeah… did you?”

“Yeah.”

“cool… now what?”

“go out with me,” Eddie states confidently.

“Like a date?”

“what else would it be?” He chuckles.

“I don’t know?” You shrug, embarrassed that Eddie is getting you all flustered.

“You’re cute when you don’t know what to say.” He smirks.

“I’m cute?” You never thought hearing Eddie say those words would send butterflies fluttering through your tummy.

Eddie doesn’t answer verbally; he leans in to kiss you again to confirm his statement.

“We should get back to the others.” You sigh as you pull away.

“You didn’t answer me.”

“You didn’t ask me anything.”

“Yes, I did. I asked you out.”

“No, you said go out with me. That’s a statement, not a question.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“No,” Yes, you were totally messing with him.

“Will you go out on a date with me?”

“Just say yes! You’ve been gone for half an hour!” You hear Robin yell from the living room.

“Robin!” You hear Steve scold.

“What?”

You can’t help but laugh and can’t believe the next world’s coming out of your mouth.

“Okay, I’ll go out with you, Eddie.”

[jji-lee]

nerd!jeno was dead set on staying a virgin. school first and then girls. he saw what pussy did to his friends, their grades plummeting immediately after losing their virginities. pussy could wait, school couldn't.

that's why he was more than confused as to how he ended up in this position. you were hovering over his bare lap, his flannel shirt unbuttoned revealing his toned chest, your clothes somewhere on the floor. you reached in between your legs to hold his length slowly sliding his flushed tip along your folds. jeno gulped,

"you said just the tip, right?"

you leaned forward to peck his lips, reassuring him with your sweet smile,

"yes jen, just the tip, promise, we can stop if you want."

he shook his head quickly, how could he pass up this opportunity? it's not like he was losing his virginity anyways, it doesn't count if it's just the tip. after this he could go back to his studies, and you would go back to- well, wherever you came from, out of sight out of mind.

your free hand held onto his shoulder, keeping yourself steading as you slowly sunk down, making sure to not go too far. a hiss from jeno made you look up, his brows were scrunched together, lip trapped in between his teeth as his eyes focused in on where you two connected. his hands came up to your hips, helping you slightly bounce.

"shitttt, y/n, you're so wet, oh my- is that normal?"

he was referring to the squelching noise coming from in between your legs, your juices running down jeno's length. your cheeks flushed at his question, hiding your face in his neck.

"yeah, it's um, i'm just, i'm really turned on, sorry."

you slowed your bouncing, suddenly aware of the wetness in between your legs, not wanting to make too much noise. he let out a groan at the loss of friction, his grip on your hips tightened as he held you in place, his hips jutting up to fuck you instead.

"no, no it's hot, you're hot, don't hide, let me see you pretty."

you removed your face from his neck to look at him. his cheeks were flushed, sweat building on his hairline, his glasses slightly fogged up from the heat between you two. why was this virgin nerd getting you so worked up just with his tip?

"jen, can we, can we maybe go a bit further? it'll feel a lot better."

he didn't even process your question before he was bottoming out, pulling your hips flush against his, head kissing your cervix. you clenched around him moaning at the sudden fullness,

"jen, oh my-fuck, feel s' full, how are you so big?"

he groaned at the question, feeling how your pussy squeezed around him, you were so warm, so wet, and so tight.

jeno now understood that grades could wait, pussy couldn't.

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just the tip trope makes me feral.

request and image inspo from my cutie moot here !!

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pt.2

[evan4ever]

Hi. Loved your last fanfic so much and wanted to request smt. You are in a relationship with evan and in the last couple of months you didn’t have any sexual contact with him. One day you plan a romantic night and confront him with your desperation and recommend something new you both could try. He likes the idea and yeah. Hope you like the idea 🥹💕

Please

Warnings: insecurities, mentions of cheating, being ate out, p in v penetration, lighter smut

a/n: I kind of switched it up a bit, I hope you still like it! 🤍

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The atmosphere between you and your boyfriend, Evan, has been off lately. Not your relationship in general, you still hugged and kissed and cuddled and it all felt right, but Evan seemed less than interested in any further action. It’s been months since he’s last touched you intimately, since he’d deepen a kiss even when you tried so hard, he never seemed to notice when you’d wear shorter shorts or cleavage-revealing shirts, he didn’t even acknowledge you when you stripped naked and tried to recommend him taking a shower with you. You felt at a loss and you were desperate for him. You couldn’t even stop the negative feelings and thoughts that began consuming your mind.

Was he not attracted to you anymore?

Did he not want you anymore?

Was there someone else he was giving all the lacking intimacy to?

What we’re you doing wrong?

You laid in bed tonight after being denied affection from Evan who was in the living room watching a movie. He had told you he was too tired and “maybe later” when you tried to initiate wanting some affection. The immediate tears in your eyes made you back off and go lay down where you now snuggled into your comforter and allowed yourself to cry into your pillow, not wanting him to hear you or see what he had caused. You didn’t want to make him feel bad, you knew he was busy with work and that it was exhausting at times. But the last few months of receiving nothing even when you tried so hard was enough to take a toll on your confidence. You didn’t know what to do anymore.

You raised your head to look out your bedroom door when you heard him in the kitchen assuming putting together a late dinner, rolled your eyes at the thought and laid your head back down. You noticed your white pillowcase was stained with your mascara from your tears as well as under your eyes and your cheeks, but you didn’t care anymore.

“Babe? I’m making this frozen lasagna, do you want some?” You heard him call out to you but you stayed silent and in bed hoping he’d think you’d fallen asleep, but heard him call out again. “Baaaabe?” You groaned and threw the covers off of yourself and made your way out to him, considering you were a little hungry yourself. He smiled when his eyes landed on you and you only sent him a quick half smile and sat at the table while he put the frozen meal in the oven.

“Sorry, I should’ve made it earlier. I forgot.” You said quietly while you watched him. He waved a hand and shrugged.

“Late meals are fun sometimes.” He smiled as he made his way to the table and sat across from you, only now noticing your smeared makeup and seemingly weak body language and furrowed his eyebrows in concern. “Baby, what’s wrong?”

You nearly glared at him in disbelief when he asked, wondering if he truly didn’t see what was going on or if he just didn’t care. He seemed sincere, reaching across the small table and taking your hand in his and giving it a squeeze while he waited for you to answer, but you weren’t even sure how to go about this.

“I-“ you started and glared even more, retrieving your hand from his and sitting straight in the chair, him mirroring your action wondering what’s gotten into you. “What’s wrong? Really? You don’t.. I don’t know.. you don’t think it might have something to do with the lack of affection and intimacy you’ve been giving me? I mean you don’t see how hard I’ve been trying to get you to touch me somehow? Seriously?” You scoffed and shook your head looking away from him. You felt bad, but you needed something from him. Acknowledgement, at least.

“Y/n I told you I’ve been exhausted lately.” His face dropped, not seeing why you’re so upset about it. “I didn’t realize you’ve been trying so hard I’m.. im sorry.”

You knew he was trying to make it better but it only made you feel worse, it made you feel invisible to him. You were at a loss of words, wondering if it was even worth it to continue having this agonizingly hard conversation.

“I mean.. Ev? Are you not.. attracted to me anymore? Do you have no desire to.. touch me, at all?” He quickly shook his head and opened his mouth to deny what you’d just asked, thinking how absolutely insane you must be yo think he’d ever stop being attracted or wanting to touch you, but you started again before he could speak. “Is there someone else?” Your last sentence came out in a squeak as your eyes filled with tears again, quickly wiping them away as soon as they fell.

His eyebrows shot up and he sat wide eyed at your question now. “Baby no. No god no.” He stood from his chair across from you and sat at the one next to you, turning you to face him. “No, I promise you that isn’t the case. I… I only want you. I fucking love you y/n.” His voice held more sincerity and a slight tint of hurt that you’d actually think that, but he quickly realized that it was his own doings that caused you to think such a thing. “Babe I’m so sorry that I’ve made you feel this way. I would never intentionally hurt you or make you feel less than what you are. You are everything to me and more. Of course I’m attracted to you and of course I want to touch you and be intimate with you. I’ve just been so busy, I wasn’t realizing I’d been denying it from you.”

“But it’s not just about denying me Evan. Do you not want it for yourself either? Do you not crave it sometimes just like I do? I don’t get it and I don’t know what else to do. I feel like I’m dying to feel you and it hurts me.” Your eyes burned into his with such seriousness that he had to look away from them, looking down at his hands that were grasping yours.

It’s not that he didn’t want it, his job and his schedule, interviews and events — they were all adding up and he was exhausted, like he had said. He wanted you, he just had to find time and he understood that wasn’t fair to you.

“I do. I do want it babe. I’m so sorry for not focusing on you and engaging in you. For making you feel this way. It’s not true at all, I promise you.” He squeezed your hands reassuringly, your eyes flickering down to them then back up to his gaze that was on you again. You stayed quiet for a moment as you contemplated your next words or move.

“Then please…” you whispered out desperately, trailing off not wanting to pathetically be rejected again but hoping he would get it.

And he did, wasting no time in grabbing the back of your neck and pulling you to him crashing his lips on yours in a deep, passionate kiss. This was the most you’ve felt of him in months, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck and him pulling you to your feet with him. His hands scooped under your thighs and lifted you up, carrying you to the kitchen counter and setting you down, his hands then roaming every inch of your body while yours reached down and helped him pull his shirt off. He quickly connected his lips to your neck pulling your body against his with an arch of your back, leaving perfect marks down to your chest while your head fell back to grant him more access. He pulled your own shirt off and his hands were right back on your waist, gripping tightly, finally feeling his own desperation for you.

You were filled with so many emotions, desperation, need, the frustration and hurt you felt before dissipating into pure lust and a hunger for the man you’ve been dying to be intimate with. It felt better than you’d remembered, his lips and hands on your skin while yours were all over him, probably because you’d never been this horny or needy before. You knew you wouldn’t last long, and neither would he.

His mouth was currently on one of your tits, sucking and piping around your sensitive nipple while his other hand trailed down your stomach and began playing with your waistband.

“Evan…” you breathed a moan out, your hands entangled in his dark hair. He opened his eyes and looked up at you, never taking his mouth away from your nipple unless it was to switch to the other, sure to give it the same attention. You moaned again as he held eye contact, the sight nearly making you explode right there. “Please babe, I need you. I need to feel you inside me” you squeaked out, your eyes shutting and head falling back again. He quickly parted his mouth from your chest and pulled his sweatpants down, not wearing any boxers under, and you took the chance to slip your shorts off.

Without warning, be hooked your legs over his shoulders and immediately delved into you pussy, a loud gasp leaving your mouth as your hands went back into his hair. He licked you up and down, flicking your clit with his tongue a few times before fully eating you out. He didn’t stop, even when it was overstimulating your throbbing heat, only wrapping his arms around your thighs and holding you in place while he tasted as much if you as he could, you breathing uneven and multiple moans and profanities leaving from your mouth.

“Evan, fuck I’m going to cum already” you panted out, looking down at the beautiful picture in front of you. “I can’t take anymore” you groaned, him only looking up to meet your eyes as he continued tongue fucking you and playing with your sensitive bud, sending you over the edge. Your back arched as you hit your climax, pulling at his hair and cursing some more in high pitched squeaks. He slowed his tongue down as you rode out your high before letting your already shaking legs drop and placing himself between them again.

“Fuck..” you cried out quietly as you caught your breath. He grabbed your cheeks in his hand and made you look up at him, your eyes meeting again and finally feeling the spark you have missed between them.

“You are all I want and more, okay? You never have to question yourself, ever.” He reassured you, pushing some of your hair back from your face. You smiled lightly and let out a relieved breath, nodding to him. He returned the nod knowing you believe him and understand, then let his hands drop your waist again and grip them, pulling your ass closer to the edge for easier access.

You watched as he lined himself up with your entrance before slowly inserting himself into you, both of you moaning out in pleasure while his forehead fell against yours. After a few slow thrusts, he allowed himself to speed up, fucking you harder and so desperately, never wanting to let you go and let you feel like this again.

You gripped his back, holding onto him tightly while your head rested now against his shoulder. You dug your nails into him earning you a beautiful, throaty groan from him, a sound you’ve been dying to hear. You smiled against his skin as he continued fucking you, his arms wrapping you up tightly and your legs wrapping around his waist. Realizing you were reaching your second climax, you bit down into his shoulder and maimed into it and felt his thrusts become sloppier and uneven as he reached his climax, his hand quickly making its way in between your bodies and reaching down to rub your clit again to be sure you’d orgasm the same time as he did.

“You’re so… fucking.. beautiful..” he groaned out, your eyes fluttering shut as he pushed you over the edge and sending himself over with you. Another gasp left from you as you crumbled in his hold, your orgasm stringer this time than before and feeling him let himself go inside of you.

“Oh god Evan” you sucked a sharp breath in as he thrusted a few more times before sliding out, still holding you to be sure you wouldn’t fall.

“I love you.” He whispered, pecking your lips then your forehead, your eyes closing again as you relaxed in his hold, feeling satisfied and safe. “I love you, so much.”

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@evanpetersmood @witchsbitchestime @demxnicprxncess @yes-divine-ruler @shjjpm @evanpsrealwife @iruzias @jangsuzchap @quicksilversg1rl @submissiveforahsmen

[bunnis-monsters]

NSFW

Yandere!Vampire that was once royalty, living in a dilapidated castle, alone and depressed. As a human, he was surrounded by people. Everyone adored him, his golden curls and warm brown eyes charming the hearts of every noble that set eyes on him.

That was until his family was slaughtered by a coven of vampires, leaving him the only survivor. Now with no family, he was turned away from the nobles that once gathered at his side, calling him beautiful and intelligent. Now he was a beast, and was only left alive because no one dared to touch him.

As the years passed by, all that knew of his existence died out, meaning no one remembered or cared for him. In the past, he had at least been grateful he had been in someone’s thoughts, even if it was in a negative light. Now, no one even hated him. He was just nonexistent to the world outside his castle.

Centuries passed by, every day slowly picking at the last bits of his sanity. Days of past grandeur and the current day mixed together, leaving him in a state where he couldn’t tell whether he was back in the living arms of his family, or wandering the dark, crumbling hallways of his childhood home.

It was only when a soft, warm light flooded one of the abandoned rooms he had been standing in that the fog in his brain began to fade, allowing him to see what was in front of him for the first time in decades.

It was you, a young woman in a hoodie and jeans, holding a flashlight. You lived only a mile away, and had been exploring when you came upon ruins of what seemed like an ancient castle.

You had heard rumors of a person that wandered the ruins from the townsfolk, and old tales of vampires that had been passed down by tongue for centuries. Not believing them, you decided to see for yourself…

Your light shone upon what you first thought was an ethereal ghost or some kind of beautiful spirit. A man with a mop of blonde curls, porcelain skin, and the most beautiful pair of ruby red eyes you’ve ever seen stared back at you.

The person attempted to speak, but clutched his throat, as if he hadn’t spoken in so long, his vocal cords had forgotten how.

“H-hello?”

The man perked up at the sound of your voice, his eyes clearing up. It seemed just hearing another human speak made his undead heart leap, and he couldn’t help but stumble towards you.

You yelped when he crossed the room within seconds and pulled you into his arms, burying his face in your neck and inhaling deeply.

The smell of another person, of sweat and perfume mixing together to make your own unique scent made him want to sob.

Of course you were freaked out, but the man holding onto you wasn’t hurting you, and you could feel warm tears soaking through your shirt. How could you turn away someone that was obviously in distress?

Unsurprisingly, the man followed you home. It didn’t take a genius to realize he wasn’t human. He was as pale as a sheet of paper, with no pulse or any color to his cheeks. His eyes were scarlet, a shade you had never seen a human have before.

Despite knowing this, you couldn’t help but care for him. He was thin, malnourished, with clothing that was so old and dirty that it nearly crumbled when he took them off.

“Are you hungry?”

You had taken to asking only yes or no questions, since he couldn’t speak. The man frowned, his eyes getting foggy for a second. You decided to ask again.

“Hello? Are you-“

He suddenly snapped back into reality, leaning forward to gently place his lips on your neck. You squeaked out in surprise when you felt his teeth sink into your neck… but it didn’t hurt. Instead, you only felt an uncomfortable pressure and draining sensation, and before long he was pulling back.

“Mmph…” he panted softly, blood running down his chin. “Was… so… thirsty…” he managed to say, his voice hoarse and small.

He cupped your cheek, holding your face in his hands and looking down at you with what could only be described as utter adoration.

“My love…”

From that point on, he was attached to your hip, following you everywhere you went like a lovesick puppy. Any time you were separated, he had severe anxiety, going back and forth from his dreamworld and reality. It was his coping mechanism, but it caused him to never understand what was real and what wasn’t.

You grounded him, made him feel safe and loved. Oh how he adored you. You had saved him from his lonely existence and taken him into your home as if he were a stray dog, and he was loyal like one. His loyalty came at a price, however, and that price was your freedom to do as you pleased.

Late nights out with friends became next to nonexistent, especially if he knew there would be any males there.

“I just want to protect you, my beloved. It’s a dangerous, cruel world. People will act as if they love you when they do not…”

And as you slowly became more and more isolated, his affections only grew. Kisses to your hand began to trail up your arm and to your neck. Snuggles turned into grinding and heavy petting, and even the most innocent of caresses became lewd in nature.

It didn’t take long for him to fuck you for the first time. After all, he had been pent up and alone for centuries, resisting taking you on the spot was excruciating.

The second he sunk into your pussy, he came. You were just so warm and your scent made his head fuzzy. He couldn’t help but fuck into you like a wild animal, feeding from your pretty neck as he filled you up over and over.

After the first time, a day didn’t pass by when he didn’t crave your intimate touch. Some days he was satisfied with heavy petting and kisses, others he couldn’t be satiated until his face was between your legs, lapping at your cunt for hours.

You were his, his mate, his lover. He couldn’t imagine a life without you anymore, so could you really blame him when he clung to you so tightly?

He just loved you, and he did such a good job at keeping you satisfied, just enough to where you didn’t look into the missing cases of your old lovers and male friends.

Why would you need to pay attention to any of that when your loving, attentive boyfriend was right there, ready to worship you from head to toe?

[novelbear]

scenarios for that grump x sunshine dynamic

a prompt list by @novelbear ᵔᴥᵔ

letting their chatty partner ramble about their day, listening with a small smile

sunshine toppling over them with the biggest hug they could muster and grump just giving them tiny little pats to reciprocate

grumpy going out of their comfort zone to cheer up their sunshine who's having a bad day

^ "look, i made pancakes! i even made a smiley face out of the whipped cream, see?" "oh, that's what it's supposed to be? you're so cute.."

grumpy calling sunshine names (dummy, idiot, chatterbox) knowing they take no offense to them, but the moment someone else does, they snap

"are you always this happy?" "i try to be, but especially when i'm with you."

sunshine knowing when it's okay to push but never crosses a line when it comes to grumpy's boundaries

sunshine comforting the grump when they're a little more quiet and snappy than usual, leaving grump a flustered mess because they're used to people actually listening when they tell them to leave them alone

"i'm not leaving you like this, i care about you."

sunshine taking grumpy on more active dates than they're used to (like ice skating for example)

[while cloudgazing] "i see a duckling!" "literally how."

sunshine making lunch for grumpy in the cutest way possible (little notes, heart-shaped sandwiches, always adding their fave snack)

getting into arguments about how nice sunshine can be and where it gets out of hand

^ "i was just trying to be nice!" "they were clearly taking advantage of that!" "since when do you care so much?" "i'm trying to look out for you!"

grumpy letting sunshine play with/do their hair

when laundry piles up and grumpy has no choice but to borrow one of sunshine's colorful little sweaters

^ and of course, sunshine coos and smothers them all day over it

"i love you." "i know." "say it back!"

[bwabys-scenarios]

NSFW

Watching his fingers pump in and out of you after he’s stuff you full of their cum.

“Don’t you waste a single drop…”

He coos so softly, placing a kiss on your belly as he keeps your plump thighs open. Your pussy is gushing, you’re about to cum again!

“Ah… it’s coming out, I’m gonna have to fill you up again, aren’t I? We need to make sure it takes…”

And so he pressed the head of his cock against your pussy again. You already feel so full…

But he’s going to make sure you end up with a cute baby bump~

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|| GOJO|| GETO|| NANAMI|| CHOSO|| TOJI|| KAEYA|| AVENTURINE|| DILUC|| SCARA|| RENGOKU|| SANEMI|| KURAPIKA|| ILLUMI|| CHROLLO

[fairytsuk1]

Waitwaitwaitwait but what if r was sating akatsuki but wasn't into degradation and stuff. Like she prefers praise and nice stuff like that

katsuki with a soft!gf

katsuki groans against you, your poor twin bed creaking under the shared weight of you two. he's not exactly gentle as he litters your body with marks of his own. he leaves two, one near each breast and one on the right of your thigh, before he dove his face in and ate you out like a man starved.

"taste fuckin' delicious," he groans, hand grabbing your chin to kiss your plush lips. he smirks wickedly when he pulls away, "you agree?"

you immediately kick at him with a flushed face, "you're so nasty, katsuki."

"you still want me," he huffs quietly as he settles back on his haunches, tapping your thigh to flip over. "plus, I can't help it when you're spread out fa' me like this. you're dripping, baby. look so fuckin' sexy."

his hand smooths comfortingly down the curve of your back, encouraging you to arch further as you wiggle your ass enticingly. katsuki watches enraptured, cock hard and smearing precum against his navel.

"please," you beg instinctually. your head turns to pout at him with needy eyes, "fuck me, katsuki. wanna feel it."

his red eyes rake over you adoringly as he adjusts, fisting himself with a hiss as his head tips back toward the ceiling. he refocuses with a heavy breath, nudging your knees wider, "yeah, gladly, baby."

it's only the tip, but you're already caving for him with a broken whimper. your head stuffs itself into the pillows, and your boyfriend can only chuckle as he squeezes the fat of your ass.

"relax, you've taken it before," he croons softly as he bullies another inch into you. "can feel how much you like it, squeezing me so tight. gonna cream this dick, hm? fuck, you're so beautiful."

the last part comes out just a bit softer and more loving as he squeezes your hard that flies back for comfort. he interlaces your fingers, hand holding yours tenderly as his hips snap against yours. the skin on skin is so loud and lewd that you hope no one can hear, but the thought is fucked out of you as katsuki loses himself in your gummy walls.

"katsuki, oh, ohmygod!"

"what, baby? c'mon, tell me."

your man only grins as you babble to him, but he only noses your neck and kisses you to remind you he's there and loves you. your eyes roll back and he feels a hot rush of pleasure course down his spine. god, he'll do anything you ask.

you'll say katsuki's pussy-whipped, and he'll never deny it, only looking away with pink cheeks and ears.

[monstersflashlight]

Thinking about Naga (a constrictor preferably) fucking a human for the first time, unprepared for how hot and nice her pussy feels like. It makes him a blabbering, pussy-drunk mess as he ruts into her, moaning about how warm and tight she feels against him 👀🤎

Naga boyfriend that was not prepared to how it would feel to fuck a human. He expected everything about you: how soft your skin was, how pretty you looked when you were gasping for air when he constricted around you, how hot would you feel after a few hours under the sun with them... Everything was expected, minus the feel of your pussy around his hemipeens.

He expected you to be similar to female nagas, but the first time he was inside of you he wanted to cry about it. He wanted to be inside of you forever, to fuck you with one and then the other, fill you up so much you couldn't hold it in anymore. He wanted to fuck you so much and so hard that you couldn't think about anyone else but him, ever again. Because he couldn't. He wouldn't be able to be with anyone else after being with you. He wouldn't be able to taste any other female and not feel like you are the best he's ever had.

From that point on, he insists on fucking you at every change he gets. He tries to make it good for you, and he does, but what you love the most about it, it's how hot he gets when he's inside of you. How hot he looks all blabbering and pussy drunk as he ruts into your pussy, grinding against your G-spot until your eyes turn white and he keeps telling you how good, how pretty, how wonderful your pussy is. And when he wraps his tail around you and squeezes, all while still inside of you, you can't contain yourself from squirting all over his dicks. He looks at you mesmerized, he didn't know you could do that... And now you've created a monster. Even more so.