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This game, god I love this game
ok so Im copying and pasting the rant for the game from my Insta under the cut + the alt vers, PLEASE Im just expressing my love for the game in it but it's too late for me to rewrite the whole thing
I wish Tumblr would let me post with music like Insta,,, this is a zillion times better with the "Niko and the World Machine" song gah
God this game is a masterpiece though, OK if u wanna read more do it under here:
OKAY here's the rant!!
oh my god i fucking LOVE THIS GAME SO MUCH. I SWEAR. I CANNOT FUCKING EXPRESS. MY LOVE. FOR THIS GAME. Almost a year has passed since my first One Shot Post (doesn't apply to Tumblr, last One Shot post here is more recent) and almost a year has passed since my first playthrough
It wasn't really a blind playthrough, iirc i already knew lots of stuff about the story, ending and even the solstice run itself, too, it was already part of my interests to an extent, but I didn't know or remembered the details, and experiencing it myself still felt like a fully blind Playthrough (gotta again thank my shitty memory too), and was it freaking beautiful,,, plus, i finished it around xmas time, which is like my fave period of the year, so!! I still remember i got a photo of the TV while I was playing, there were gorgeous purple lights, both from LEDs and both from the game, since it was becoming dark outside, with little xmas lights around,, gah this game holds such a special place in my heart, I don't think any other game captured my love as much as this one, SURE, Im a big lover of many MANY games, and this one isn't even the first indie rpg i ever got into (hello Undertale and deltarune), and while those are very special to me as they're some of my first interests, OneShot is just a whole another type of special, a special special if you will
And recently I've seen my friend play it blind for the first time, and as I was (Awesomely) backseating, I got to basically relive it, in a way, and I always get a little phase for it after reseeing content of it, so here I am, drawing one of my personal favorite portions of the game! Sorry for the unusual type of rant I did this time, but I just. Argh. This game, dammit
Also fun fact, so many things about this game, from the 2014 version, to songs, to imagery, to scenes, freak me so much out or make me feel so weird I feel like I need to puke
Gotta love it
#art#artists on tumblr#fanart#my art#digital art#niko oneshot#oneshot#oneshot game#niko fanart#one shot#oneshot fanart#the author#the entity oneshot#oneshot art#oneshot niko
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After eight, in the inner city, I hold the door for Astrid. We step inside the restaurant and heat hits our faces in a waft, warming our frozen skin. Astrid slips her gloves off, folds her hat and unzips her coat with ease as I struggle, suddenly far too hot in my hat, the zip of my coat slipping between gloved fingers. Iâve pulled it inside out by the time the cloakroom attendant takes it out of my hands. I have walked snow onto the carpet behind me, while Astrid, miraculously, has not.Â
âTheyâre all here already,â she says. âWeâre the last.â
âYes, like always.âÂ
Itâs a table for six, and there our friends sit in conversation, their menus already on the table.Â
âOh, Astrid! Jude!â Elias gets up from his seat at the head of the table to hug us. His smile, big and white, and his face flushed from the heat.Â
âWeâre late,â Astrid points out. She speaks apologetically, but doesnât actually apologise. âBut we have your gift.â
âOh!â He takes the gift bag from her and kisses both her cheeks. âThis is so nice, my God, Astrid.â
I bought it, actually; the scarf made with some kind of silk mohair something-or-other, but Astrid picked it out, so really itâs she that deserves the credit. Heâll think she wrote the card too, even though she didnât. Iâm the one with the nicer handwriting.
ââDear Elias, on your twenty-first birthday,ââ he reads as we join him at the table. ââHereâs hoping for a year as fabulous as you are. I hope I know you forever, and we can party together at ninety-one too. You wonât need the scarf in Bali, but we hope it keeps you warm when you touch back down in Berlin next month. With love, Astrid and Jude.â Oh,â he holds it to his chest. âYou two are so sweet.â
âYou are not supposed to say happy birthday unless it is a personâs actual birthday,â says Leon, swirling his wine around and pretending he can smell notes of bergamot, or whatever the server said was in it. He takes a sip, then sends the bottle back to the kitchen.Â
âOh, okay, sorry,â I say. âWe should have posted the card to Indonesia. That was really stupid of us, youâre right.â
His nostrils flare while Jonas, next to him, peruses a menu.
âWow,â he comments, âForty seven euro for the monkfish. It seems expensive.â
âWell, itâs an occasion,â Leon says, as the server returns with a second, hopefully more acceptable, bottle of wine. âWe all agreed to eat at a nice restaurant.â
I raise my eyebrows, âOh? What occasion is it?â
âEliasâ birthday, of course, what are you-â he breaks off to mutter to the server, who then circles the table to fill our glasses.Â
âI thought we just agreed not to mention the birthday until the actual birthday, which is not today, right? What date is it, again?â
Dalia sighs from her end of the table. âJude, oh lord.â
Leon rolls his eyes. âYou are being immature.âÂ
Whatâs actually immature is a twenty-six-year-old man making an unnecessary enemy of someone who still has the word âteenâ at the end of their age, but Dalia is already kicking me beneath the table before I can open my mouth to point this out.
âI would love to see Bali,â Astrid sighs. âWhen itâs so cold like this, I feel I canât stand it. I just want to be somewhere nice and warm.â
Elias smiles. âWell, maybe for your twenty-first birthday, your boyfriend will take you there.â
âWell, weâve just booked tickets to Amalfi, actually,â I say. âWeâre going in April.â
âOh, I love Italy.â
âMe too,â Astrid clutches his hand in hers, a gesture of excitement in their shared love of, whatever, gelato or something. They converse about places theyâve been, and what theyâve seen, using the correct, Italian pronunciation, which is fine, because thatâs how theyâre supposed to be pronounced, and Astrid is fluent in Italian, but sometimes when Iâm privy to conversations like this, I think of Jen, and the way sheâd laugh if she ever overheard them.Â
Whenever a natural gap opens up in their conversation, I consider adding in my own anecdote about the time I went to Rome on a school trip when I was sixteen, and the school was cheap, so they made us do the whole journey by bus, which was so boring that Fitzy and I started squeezing dollops of toothpaste into peopleâs hair as they slept and posing alongside them with our two fingers up. Our punishment took the form of the teachers revoking our passes to St Peters Basilica, so while the others were in there, taking zoomed in photos of Michelangeloâs tiny penis, we spent two hours roaming the streets in search of a Dominos Pizza, which we did eventually find. Mine slipped out of its box and onto the pavement before I had even taken a bite, and we posed for photos with our two fingers up next to that, too. Â
But I know that if I tell the story, and Elias wonât react the way I want him to, but gasp, and look very sad as though itâs a tragedy, and then later, Astrid will ask me why I decided to share the story in the first place, because it was kind of awkward. When Elias asks me if Iâve been to Italy before, I simply smile, and I say no.Â
âYou will adore it, then. Will you hire a car?â
âI suppose we will, right? Makes sense.â
Astrid nods.Â
âWell, then, if youâre staying in Amalfi, you might as well drive to Sorrento. Leon and I once stayed in this incredible hotel with a sea view. I can find out what it is called.â
âOh, please.â Her thumb strokes the back of my hand. âWe could add one or two more nights to our trip, do you think?â
I smile. âYeah, of course we can.â
He tells her about a restaurant that does gnocchi in such a way that is notably different from other gnocchis in the region, and they continue, even as the food arrives. Tiny portions. I forgot the name of what I ordered.Â
Across the table, Leon and Jonas listen as Dalia talks animatedly.Â
âRight, and then, the woman, whose name is Martha, by the way, turns to me, and she says-â
She is halfway through a story that needs more context than what I have. I open my phone.Â
Jen, just thinking about our school tour to Rome lmao. Oh my God - the one where the teachers caught Ashling Duggan hiding you under her bed in the hostel? Hahahahaha yes! I still tell people about that trip, like, itâs always my go-to story with new people. Same, weâre just at dinner now, talking about Italy. I was just remembering all the stupid things that happened. And didnât Cian Hayes shit himself or something??? Iâm always foggy on that specific detail. Yeah, and he turned his underpants inside out because he was too lazy to get out of bed.Â
Omg sick. What do your friends think of the story?
My thumb hovers over the keyboard.Â
Yeah, they laughed. Show them that compilation of photos of you and Fitzy with all your sleeping toothpaste victims.  Oh, God, I donât have those anymore. I think I left all my photos in Dublin. What a waste! Iâll go dig them out someday, and take them with when I come to Berlin. Okay! Come soon, please. I miss you.Â
I miss you too, Judie. Itâs honestly so weird that you have a whole new girlfriend I havenât even met.  I know. Itâs weird for me too, but youâll love her. Sheâs amazing. I bet. Sheâs beautiful. Understatement. I donât know how you keep pulling it off. Well, Iâd be stupid if I didn't go out with her, wouldnât I? Yeah, probably. Lucky you arenât stupid, then.Â
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I. I. IM. I. HELLO?????????? HELLO. EXCUSE ME. HOLY SHIT. WHAT THE FUCK. (<- POSITIVE)
oh yeah addendum to my tags in that poll, it makes more sense if i put it this way : he'd run that shit like the navy at FIRST, and be super wound up about keeping everything in check, but as his sanity starts slipping his plans do as well. you know when a deadline gets closer and closer and you start frantically using whatever the first thing you think of is, and then in hindsight youre like "why did i make that decision??" thats what i feel like it is. like... panic/anxiety clouds the mind and makes you do stupid things. same thing with overconfidence. euphoria. lust. desperation. et cetera. decisions made in a short time limit/relying on instinct and feeling are often not the best
#guh. ghouhh. VISCERAL REACTION FROM ME I ACCIDENTALLY CHOKED ON MY SPIT GOD SAVE ME#PACES IN CIRCLES. JUST GIVE ME A SECOND TO PROCESS THE HORRORS I JUST WENT THROUGH#I DONT WANNA SOUND LIKE IM EXAGGERATING OR BEING DRAMATIC BUT HOLY SHIT. HOLY SHIT.#GENUINELY GENUINELY ABSOLUTELY CHILLING (<- PUN UNINTENDED AND FRANKLY SHAMEFULLY MADE)#prev ->#Also sorry if this is grim kjsjjd hopefully itâs not too bad#<- end prev#I MEAN. THATS HOW INTERACTIONS WITH THE DEMON ARE I DONT THINK ITS OVERKILL#AND ANYWAYS GOD. GOD. ITS SO.#okay im trying to contain my excitement right now (despite what it seems) but man. dude. holy fuck.#i WOULD spend my entire time talking about how this is so well written and cool but also i need to restrain myself JSNXJSXN#âim trying to have a conversation with my friendsâ <- implication that the lion is intruding on chils subconscious there? at least i think#actually that makes a lot of sense considering laios' first meeting with the lion is his dream#also honestly how dare you (positive) include laios trying to touch his shoulder oh my god. lies on the floor.#it doesnt work... not this time... its too late...#bangs my head against a wall. IM SORRY IM JUST GONNA START YAPPING FOR 40 PAGES LIKE I USUALLY DO ON UR POSTS BUT LIKE#âyou were never listening to me you were just granting subconcious desires indiscriminatelyâ AGH man. reminds me of how someone pointed out#how the succubi likely take advantage of desires you dont want to confront...#the feeling the lion got rid of... shame? guilt? remorse? absolutely JARRING how empty it leaves him. like... that was the last thing#holding together his sanity. his ability to feel regret#also. yknow. extremely visceral the way the party all reach for the place the demon fed on him from. its well intentioned but god it really#feels like an invasion#NOT TO DODGE AROUND THE ACTUAL EATING SCENE BY THE WAY. ITS JUST SO. SO. THAT I. I HAVE NOTHING TO SAY ABOUT IT THAT WOULDNT BE#WAY TOO PERSONAL IS ALL.#man. MAN#anyways last note. âoverindulgence would just cause me more trouble in the long runâ AGHHH AGHHHH I LOVE YOU. PARALLELS BETWEEN THE LION AN#THE CHARACTERS. GOD. KEELS OVER. CURLS UP ON THE FLOOR.#except the demon has all the power here it can manipulate most of whatever variables it wants to without consequence#AGAIN I DONT WANNA SOUND OVER-FLATTERING IM JUST GENUINELY. look ok like i said. restraining rn despite what it looks like. this is so cool#guhhh grrrghughurrg eats my hand.
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WORDGIRL ZINE PIECES!!!
apologies in advance for posting these so late but yeah!!! here are the stuff i drew as a merch artist on @wordgirlzine !!! i had a ton of fun working on these :]
you can check out the zine right here!
#again really sorry i posted these so late oh my god#i miss drawing wordgirl stuff#i hope i can make more sometime#anyways#wordgirl zine#word up zine#wordgirl#wordgirl fanart#becky botsford#scoops ming#tobey mccallister#violet heaslip#tobecky#tobecky fanart#pbs kids#pbs kids fanart#nostalgia
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redownloaded an old art program
#specifically its tayasui memopadâŚ#sketches was like borderline unusable last i redownloaded it#which was like.. oct last year#maybe its gotten better but i dont feel like bothering with it anymore haha#memopad i never used much aside from little scribble doodles (id make a scribble and try to turn it into something)#but its changed a lot since i last used it.. which was like four years ago so i cant be too surprised i guess XD#its still pretty jank but in a more manageable way . i missed rhe sketches brushes theyre very lovely#sorry for all the rambling haha#ive been feeling really shitty lately and have barely been able to draw it feels like#a lot of what i have made ive had to really.. force myself to get out. and i havent been as satisfied with it as id like to br#this is kind of janky still but i like it and i had fun making it#everytime i draw these two its exactly the same cuz i have to remind myself what their designs even were everytime >_<ââ#hopefully i do some more stuff today. its already getting late but im feeling a little better#getting back into the swing of things or whatever#i thought someone on af was ghosting me or whatever but turns out they were just . busy. ( <- figures i need to stop assuming haha) and#they also made this amazing revenge im absolutely in love with its so cute#really made my day =)#scribbles#furry tag#good god i write way too much in these#sorry#anyways#queueing this to post again (its the 14th as im writing this) i feel like that worked alright for me last time#im kinda making this post impulsively i am. constantly going back nd forth on whether i even like posting my art nowadays#oh well#yeah queue i wanna know#mother series#<- i forgot to tag that . for blog organization mostly these r just#nothing burger npcs barely anyone cares abt (nintens sisters lol)
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ive inherited a copy of lolita from my parents (i.e. i stole it from the library in our basement and started treating it like its mine) with the 1989 vintage international cover and i think its actually not that bad. better than the 50th anniversary one with the lips anyway imo (which is the cover for the library ebook vers ive checked out).
like i think any cover that incorporates the "only convincing love story of our generation" quote anywhere kind of sucks on principle, and the fact that it features a photo of a girl at all really goes against nabakovs instructions, but compared to other covers that break those two rules, the haziness of the photo creates a really evocative atmosphere i feel matches the book more or less.
#im keeping most of my lolita thoughts to myself because i know it can be an uncomfortable book to talk about when#not intentionally trying to engage with it but. good lord ive highlighted a lot!#mostly stuff where H.H. is being a lying little bastard even in his narration#theres also this passage in ch14 after he um. 'stole the honey of a spasm' when dolores sat on his lap (not a fun passage to read lol!)#where he goes: What I had madly possessed was not sheâ but my own creationâ anotherâ fanciful Lolitaâperhapsâ more real than Lolita;#overlappingâ encasing her; floating between me and herâ and having no willâ no consciousnessâindeedâ no life of her own.#(end quote. forgot quotation marks) which ohhhhh my god. subtlety is for losers lmao.#H.H. IS VERY VERY BAD AT MAKING HIMSELF LOOK GOOD DESPITE HIS BEST EFFORTS.#he claims he memorized charlottes confession of love perfectly and had conveyed in on paper perfectly#but also he completely skipped parts of it (including where she talks about her late son) and inserted the line:#'you would be a criminal--worse than a kidnapper who rapes a child.'#yes. im sure she said that. to the letter.#or when hes like i didnt marry charlotte with the intention to (extremely detailed grusome murder plan). but ill admit. i thought about it.#and then she oh so conveniently gets run over by a car when she discovers his journal. yeah. sure. right.#SORRY again i havent been Posting My Thoughts on it but i am having thoughts on it in general.#it really is a beautifully worded book though. its got great prose. makes the actions worse almost because its filtered through this#dreamy artistic self-justification. which - to go back to the original point of this post - i feel this cover conveys well LMAO#its so much better than the movies oh my god head in my hands#jumping between the most 2008 musical to ever existâ legally blonde fanfictionâ and a controversial literary classic. im versatile.
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art posted whatever. time to fucking. sew!!!!!!!!!!!
#i've made myself some new patches in the meantime (two loosely based on splat/on aaand one for the mojave express as i mentioned)#also i probably wont be posting more photos of my vest i got erm. scared sorries#i wanna do something star t/ek related too i've been watching a lot of it lately. at least more than i. used to eurm#i'll probably go with the little. pin they got? although i might just do a pin from clay or something. i have golden paint and shit so#i could even make it. 'realistic' to the show. whatever#mmmm what else#i've been having some troubles with the placement though? well whatever. it doesn't have to be perfect :] i'm having lots of fun that's#what matters! and the vest is really cool like. gender wise! i think i look awesome ^__^#the mojave express one turned out so great btw!! i love it so much. but i have to place it on the back unfortunately :((((#<i would sew it on one of the sleeves but i cut them off. oopsies!#whatever!!!! again. it's a fun project#oooh and thinking abt it i'd really want to do something dont st/rve related maybe! it really grew on me i don't think there's a single week#when i don't think about this game. maybe i'll do a spider?? <guy literaly named webber#OH MY GOD AND COMPUTERS AND ROBOTS AND MACHINES...i have to do something with that....#technically i DO have an aso inspired patch but i want something less subtle.....something that will make it clear i am NOT NORMAL!!!#about machines and automatons and computers and such!#ok well. that's a big wall of text. BOO!!!!
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Babysitter - Part 1
Pairing: dad!Toji x babysitter!reader
Rating: Explicit â MINORS DO NOT INTERACT
Word Count: ~1.7k
cw: age gap (reader is 21, Toji is in his 30s), language, cheating, smut â PIV sex (doggy style), breeding kink, daddy kink
Summary: You're hired to babysit little Megumi for the summer, but you end up taking care of his father, Toji, as well.
Authorâs Notes: This is repost from my old blog! I initially got this as a request and it became my first Toji fic ever, and certainly not my last lol. I'm posting this again because I actually wrote a Part 2, check it out! Thanks for reading! Divider credit to @/fic-dumpster.
You stand in front of a quaint house, checking your watch for the time. Itâs been almost ten minutes now since you knocked, no answer. You gave the number from the listing a call, still nothing. Rolling your eyes, you take a seat on the steps leading to the door, waiting.
Itâs the summer before you head back to university for your senior year. In an attempt to make some extra cash, you took a job as a babysitter through local ads in the paper. The first two clients were completely normal; this one is already leaving a bad taste in your mouth.Â
Fifteen minutes have passed. You try once more, pounding on the door with your fist as loud as you can. Heel turned, ready to leave, it suddenly swings open, revealing a muscular man with black hair, glaring at you. âWhat the fuck do you want?âÂ
You step back, startled by his intimidating presence. Stuttering, you answer, âIâm the babysitter.â
He continues to stare at you, eyes following your body up and down, studying it. âBabysitter?â
Before you can explain any further, you hear a car rolling into the driveway. A woman in professional attire steps out quickly. âIâm so sorry Iâm late!â She rushes towards you, holding her hand out to shake yours. âWe spoke on the phone. I got stuck in traffic, Iâm so sorry.â
You smile at her. âItâs okay.â
She faces the man, expression switching from cheery to dreary in an instant. âToji, where is Megumi?â
He scratches his head. âHuh?â
âMegumi. Our child.â
He sighs. âRight. Uh, Iâll go get him.âÂ
While heâs gone, the woman pulls you aside, speaking in a hushed voice. âThatâs Toji, my husband and Megumiâs father. Unfortunately, heâs a complete deadbeat. Thatâs why I want to hire you. I started my new job and I need someone to take care of Megumi while Iâm gone during the day.â
She swallows hard, blinking to fight off oncoming tears. âI have no one. Iâve been shunned by my family, my husband doesnât give a shit about ours, and Iâm all alone trying to give Megumi a good life. I know this is a lot to ask, but Iâm desperate. This is just until I can save enough money to hire a full-time nanny.â
She grips onto your wrist with both her hands, begging for help. Truthfully, itâs a lot to unravel, more drama than you anticipated. But the anguish in her eyes tugs at your heartstrings. Plus, knowing itâs temporary doesnât make it seem so difficult. How bad can it be? âOkay. Iâll do it.â
Relief washes over her. âOh thank god. Thank you. Thank you. Letâs go inside and I can give you a tour.â She leads you through the entrance, removing her shoes as you follow her. âOh, and one more thing.â
âSure.â
âToji is home most of the day, but heâs always couped up in his room, doing god knows what. Just leave a meal or two outside his door twice a day. That should be enough.â
âHuh?!âÂ
She glances at you with a nervous smile on her face. âYeah. I told you, heâs good for nothing.â
You donât respond while you maneuver through the house, barely paying attention while she shows you around. It almost sounds like youâll be babysitting two childrenâŚ
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The first two weeks of your new job go by smoothly. Megumi is an adorable baby; heâs almost two-years-old with hair as black as his fatherâs. While he never really smiles, he doesnât cry either, expression usually stern, unless he needs a diaper change. Heâs self-sufficient, always immersed by his own toys until itâs time to eat. Overall, heâs easy.Â
Toji, on the other hand, is another story.Â
You follow his wifeâs instructions, leaving two meals outside his door, breakfast and lunch. And this asshole has the audacity to critique it! The bread wasnât toasted enough. The eggs were too runny. There wasnât enough seasoning on the meat. All this criticism while each plate is licked clean, not a crumb to spot. Heâs never even uttered a simple thank you.Â
But what he lacks in social skills or personality, he makes up for in his physique. In between meals, he works out in the living room lifting weights, doing push-ups, sit-ups, and pull-ups at the frame of the door. It lasts for over an hour, and by the end of it, heâs shirtless, dripping with sweat. Youâve done everything in your power to avoid staring but it doesnât prevent your mind from conjuring all types of lewd thoughts about him. Youâre ashamed to admit that he is physically attractive, only because everything else about him is utter trash. Still, it doesnât hurt to look, right?
On the third week, thereâs a shift in energy between you two. When he isnât working out or going out to meet with his sketchy friends, heâs usually couped up in his bedroom, ignoring you and Megumi. This morning, he actually joins you in the kitchen. You stare blankly at him, stunned by his sudden appearance. Megumi is unfazed by his father as he tries to pull your wrist towards him to get a spoonful of mushed up peas.Â
When he catches you, Toji glares. âWhat?â
âUm, nothing. Just surprised to see you here.â You clear your throat, focusing back on the baby.Â
He rolls his eyes. âThis is my house. I can do whatever I want.â
âYes, of course. Sir.â
For some reason, this triggers him. He stands up abruptly, stepping to you, leaning his face towards yours. The scar on the corner of his lip twitches when he gives you a wicked grin. âThatâs right. Iâm in charge here.â
You flinch from him, scared, maybe even slightly aroused. Heâs intense, thatâs for sure. But part of you finds it exhilarating to be in his presence.Â
Megumi whines for more food, to which Toji grabs the utensil from your hands to start feeding him. âDamn kid, heâs hungry all the fucking time.â
You sit up in your seat, regaining your composure. âYou shouldnât curse in front of children.â
He faces you, chuckling. âCurse? Seriously? What are you, five?â
You cross your arms, answering, âIâm twenty-one.â
âInteresting.â Thereâs that naughty smirk again, as if heâs thinking something obscene in that twisted head of his. And while you should be turned off, youâre not. You squeeze your legs together, pussy throbbing between your thighs. And of course, he notices this. He must, because he leans forward, lips grazing your ear, whispering, âCome by my room whenever Megumi is taking his nap. Thatâs an order.â
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This is bad. Very, very bad.Â
You're supposed to be better than this. Clearly, you arenât, because youâre currently getting railed by your employerâs husband while his child sleeps peacefully in the next room.
âFuck, this pussy is tight,â he groans, pumping his thick cock in and out of you. Youâre bent over the edge of the bed, his hips smacking against your ass as he thrusts into you. Heâs got a tight grip on your hips, nails digging into your flesh, pounding away at your greedy pussy, absolutely drenched with arousal and lube. Your face is sticky with perspiration, pillow soaked with sweat and drool. Itâs a fucking mess, but it doesnât matter, because all you can think about is Toji fucking you until youâre seeing stars. Until your head is empty and nothing but his fat cock is occupying your thoughts.
âGod, youâre squeezing me so fucking hard, princess. You gonna come again?â
You nod erratically, reaching your fingers to your clit. He smacks it away, doing it himself, his thumb flicking against your swollen bud. âFucking come on my cock then. Make it nice and creamy for me, got it?â
His cock is buried deep inside you, hitting your sweet spot over and over until you unravel, gushing around him once more. Youâve lost count on how many orgasms youâve had in this short amount of time.Â
After your climax, he doesnât pull out, fucking you even rougher. Your body is pliant around him, yielding to his every touch like putty. Youâve lost control of yourself, completely enraptured in the intense pleasure he surrounds you with.Â
He leans forward, chest pressed to your back, lips brushed to your ear. âIâm gonna knock you up. Give Megumi a little brother or sister. Would you like that?â Heâs crazy. Completely unhinged. Absolutely fucking psycho.Â
âFuck yes, I want that,â you moan. âGive it to me, daddy. Breed me.âÂ
And apparently, so are you.Â
âOh fuck yeah, take my fucking cum then,â he growls. The bed creaks violently below you, his backshots brutal and frantic now, cock desperate for release. âIâm gonna get you fucking pregnant. Make you mine.â
He shoots his hot load inside you, stuffing you full of his cum. He doesnât stop until heâs fucked it deeper into your pussy, watching with that sexy look on his face as his creamy cum leaks out of your slit.
Lifting you up to lay comfortably on the bed, he rolls beside you, kissing you sloppily until Megumiâs whimpers blare through the baby monitor, indicating that heâs awake. Toji laughs, smacking your ass as you crawl over him to return to your real job.Â
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You spend the remainder of your summer employed at the Fushiguro household until you have to go back to school. You and Toji continue to fuck each other silly every day that youâre working.Â
The day before you leave for college, you say your goodbyes to the family. Megumiâs mom, who remains blissfully unaware of your sins, hugs you tightly. âThank you so much for all your help. Iâve finally saved enough money to afford a full-time nanny, so weâll be fine.âÂ
âIt was my pleasure. I had a lot of fun. With Megumi,â you clarify, avoiding Tojiâs gaze as he watches from the kitchen.Â
âSeriously. Youâre a good person. I hope you know that.â She smiles, truly grateful. âAnd thank you for taking care of my good for nothing husband too.â
As the guilt of this dirty, filthy secret eats away at you, Toji stares at you from across the room, smirking.Â
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smut! 18+ below, minors dni.
thinking about ellie accidentally sending you a video of her fingering herself.
the video preview is completely dark, so you have no clue what to expect when you click the play button. you assume itâs another one of her rants - lately sheâs taken to sending you clips of herself complaining about her family, work, politics. sheâs sent a few videos of her trying new foods while completely obliterated on an edible, too, which youâre kind of hoping for. her eyes look so pretty all droopy and red, and she has the cutest laugh when sheâs high.
but oh, no. this is⌠nothing like that.
youâre lounging in bed, head propped up against a pillow, when you get the notification from ellie and click to your text thread. you hit play on the video, watching with a furrowed brow as the camera moves from darkness - the forest green fabric of ellieâs duvet, you realize - to reveal her room. and itâs a familiar sight; youâve been there a hundred times. but thatâs where the familiarity ends.
because this new camera angle shows ellie naked from the waist down.
sheâs flushed, her cheeks tinged the faintest shade of pink. her chest rises and falls in a quick rhythm; the light catches on a smear of wetness on her inner thigh, and you realize with a flutter in your belly that sheâd been going at it for a while before sheâd pulled out the camera.
âokay, fuck,â ellie pants, her voice a bit tinny through the speakers of your cell phone. she lifts one muscled thigh to her bed, which sheâs standing before - right in front of the camera. your mouth goes dry as your eyes flicker over her body: heather grey tank riding up her toned hips, the faintest sheen of sweat on her chest, her thigh flexing as she spreads herself in front of the camera.
âi got close beforehand so i wouldnât⌠didnât wanna be nervous,â she says, avoiding eye contact with her phone. âbut iâm - wait. why the fuck am i talking? youâre not supposed to talk in these, are you?â
blood rushes into your cheeks, warming your face until you feel like your skin is about to burn off. you should probably stop watching, shouldnât you? you should click out of the video, pretend you never opened it in the first place. this is clearly not for you to see.
but you canât look away.
ellie reaches her hand between her legs, and your stomach warms with arousal. thereâs a flutter between your legs that leaves you squeezing your thighs together, seeking pressure.
âoh god,â ellie mutters as her fingers play in her own pussy, the lewd, wet sounds echoing. she slips a finger inside of herself, then two, her eyes fluttering shut as a string of curses leaves her lips.
she starts to pump her fingers, the heel of her hand pressed to her clit, and your breath catches in your throat when she looks up at the camera. you know sheâs not really looking at you this way, but you tense up regardless. the look in her eyes is sultry, lustful, hungry.
thereâs a growing damp spot on your underwear.
ellieâs getting close; her brows are pinched together in concentration, and each of her moans is more ragged and high-pitched than the last. beneath the thin fabric of her tank, you see her abs tense with her impending orgasm. you bite your lip until youâre sure you taste blood.
she comes with a shuddering cry, bicep flexing as her hand stalls between her legs. strands of auburn hair, darkened with sweat, cling to her freckled forehead. she lowers her leg from the bed and stands upright again, still panting. she reaches for the camera and the video ends.
youâre still staring wide-eyed at your phone when a series of texts come through from ellie.
oh my god
please tell me you didnât see that
holy fuck iâm an idiot
iâm so sorry
i did not mean to send that to you. holy shit iâm sorry
your chest tightens with sympathy - you can imagine how panicked ellie is on the other line, how utterly ruined her post-orgasm bliss must be.
you type out a quick response: itâs okay. give me a second to reply, alright?
finding a convenient place to prop up your phone, you hook your thumbs over your underwear and tug them off, leaning forward to press record on your phone.
read part two here!
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Show Me | Older!Eddie x F!Virgin Reader
Anonymous asked: I loved your post about Eddie x virgin!reader so muchđDo you think you could write older!Eddie x virgin reader?
Anonymous asked: Inexperienced!reader giving Eddie a handjob and a blowjob for the first time?
Cw: ten-year age gap, sex toys, female masturbation, the reader is kinda a perv (oops), Eddie is also kinda a perv (oops), reader first time giving oral, reader first time having sex, pet names.
CW: 7.1k It's long again, I'm sorry! idk how to do short
Moving trucks have been parked in your neighbour's driveway for about two days. You had always liked the Kaminskys, but they were older and now moving to a retirement community. This is the second day of moving trucks, and the new owners are moving in today. You have yet to receive much information from the realtor regarding the new neighbours, but you hope they'll be pleasant. You had already baked something to welcome them to the neighbourhood, in hopes that it could be a younger family or couple. Perhaps someone closer to your age?
You moved to this town around three years back when you received your first job offer after completing your college degree. You had saved up enough money to buy a one-bedroom house for a very affordable price. Although it required some repairs, you were happy with it because it allowed you to decorate it according to your liking. You loved the neighbourhood even if you were the only twenty-five-year-old on the block.
As you looked out from behind your front rooms curtains, you could see the movers unloading a big moving truck. There was one person among them who really caught your attention. You had never seen him before. It was a small town and you lived in a quiet suburb by the water in the south of Michigan. Everyone knew everyone, and you hadnât seen this man before.
He appeared to be in his mind to late 30s and had a muscular build. His brown wavy hair was tied back in a low bun that connected with the five o clock shadow in his face. He was wearing a tight black ribbed tank top that showcased the tattoos covering both his arms and hands. He was hot... Way too hot not to have not ever been seen or talked about in your small lakefront town. Upon further observation, it became apparent that he was not wearing the attire of a mover.
Oh my god. He must be the new neighbour.
âPlease be single, please be single, please be single,â you chanted as you hastily went to your closet in search of an outfit that looked cute so that you could introduce yourself.
You took your time getting ready; he obviously needed time to unload, and you didnât want to overwhelm himâŚ. And whoever else might be moving in.
God, you hoped he didnât have a wife or whatever.
You shook your head to get rid of your rambling internal thoughts. You took a deep breath and told yourself to chill the fuck out. You could do this. Youâll go over in your sweet little sundress, introduce yourself, and offer him the chocolate cake you bakedâŚ
You weren't as excited as you were last night while baking it, now you were just nervous. You imagined a sweet family moving in with a newborn - a couple your age with whom you could become really close friends. But now, you are faced with a hot and sexy bad boy neighbour who may or may not have a wife and kids. Maybe he wasnât into women at all?! That would suck. This situation is making you feel extremely anxious and overwhelmed due to your lack of interactions with the opposite sex.
To say you havenât had a lot of experience was an understatement. You went through high school without a boyfriend. You went through college without a boyfriend. You werenât into drunken hookups with random strangers for your first sexual experience. You went on many first dates, but nothing ever came of those many first dates. So you waited. And waited.
You thought that maybe you would meet somebody through work and then it would happen, but youâve been so caught up with working and renovating your house your social life has taken a step back.
Of course, you wanted to find someone. To finally be with someone in a sexual way. To give yourself wholly to someone. Nothing ever went past kissing and or being felt up. But that was the extent of your sexual experience with another person.
Your sexual experience with yourself, on the other hand, was pretty standard. You've got your toys to get by. The first time you gave yourself a real orgasm from the vibrator you bought, it changed your world. Slowly, you worked your way up to toys you could insert once you got a little braver. So technically, yes, you hadn't slept with another person, but now you were more than ready to explore and get out there. You wanted that connection with someone.
So, about half an hour after the moving truck left, you worked up the courage to walk over and knock on the front door. You gave yourself a once-over before leaving. You wore a white sundress with tiny red cherries that fell mid-thigh, your hair was pulled back with a matching red hairband, and you had a fresh, subtle makeup look.
With a deep breath, you held that cake with all your might to ensure you didn't drop it and you simply knocked on the door.
"Just a second," You heard a deep voice call out. A few long seconds later, the door opens, and you're face to face with a wet, shirtless man in just a towel. As you suspected, it was the man you saw unloading the boxes.Fucking hell, He was attractive, with a toned body covered in tattoos. Your gaze drifted to his towel hanging low on his hips. -"Oh shit, sorry, let me just uh- I'll be right back," He sputtered as he realized he was basically naked in front of a young woman, most likely his neighbour.
"Sorry, I can come back later!" to try to fight off the blood rushing to your face.
"No- no, just, uh-hang on!' You hear him yell from inside the house. He came back out wearing black sweatpants which he had cut himself to make into shorts and a plain black tee shirt.
"Hi." He smiles as he walks back onto the front porch where you stood.
"Hi, I'm sorry. I should have waited a little longer to come introduce myself." You laugh uncomfortably.
"Nah, it's okay; not every day I'm greeted by a pretty girl with a cake." He smirks.
"What? Oh yea, I uh- just wanted to welcome you and uh your...wife?"
He shakes his head no.
"Your partner?"
Another no.
"Kid?" you try one last time. And he smiles with a chuckle.
"Anyway, I baked a cake just to say welcome." You shoved the plate into his chest, almost smushing it into his shirt.
"Thank you, that's very kind."
"You're welcome. So, um, I guess I'll get going; leave you to it." You turn to walk down the steps.
"Wait! What's your name?" you wince. You're so nervous you didn't even introduce yourself.
"I'm sorry." You giggled uncomfortably.
"I'm Eddie Munson," he smiled. His smile was infectious; you smiled back and gave him your name.
"Pretty name for a pretty girl."
"Um- thanks." You shy into yourself.
"So you said you live next door?"
"Yeah, uh, I'm just over at forty-four." You motion over your shoulder to your house.
"You live there with your folks?" He cocks his head.
"No, Mr. Munson. It's all mine, mine alone." You giggle.
"You don't look old enough," he squints suspiciously.
"I would like to have you know I am twenty-five." You say proudly.
"Oh well, pardon me." He smiled. This made Eddie feel much better about being so attracted to you. God forbid you were still living at home with your parents. He would feel like a total creep.
"Anyways, I uh should get going," you point over your shoulder.
"Oh, ok, well, um, once I'm done setting up, please stop by whenever. I could use a familiar face around... being new to town and all."
"Sure thing, it was nice meeting you. Mr. Munson." you smile.
"Please call me Eddie!" He called as you walked back over to your house,
"Enjoy the cake!" You give a small wave.
"Oh, I will." Before you turn back, you watch as he takes a finger, dips it in the icing, and puts it in his mouth without breaking eye contact... you hadn't witnessed anything so sensual. You almost trip over your sandals as you scurry back into your house.
All of your interactions with Eddie over the next week were flirtatious. He managed to make your heart beat faster than any man had before.
After a week and a half, Eddie finally organized the house. His furniture was set up, and most of the moving boxes had been emptied. He would see you when you came home from work in the evenings as he sat on his porch with a cigarette.
"Hey, Eddie," You would blush,
"Hey, sweetheart" He would smile back without fail.
If anyone else were to call you that, you'd want to clock them; however, coming out of Eddie's mouth? Somehow, it made you swoon.
"Hey, um, you don't have to, but would you want to join me for dinner? Tonight? I am sure you're exhausted from unpacking, and I'm a pretty good cook... unless you hated my cake so feel free to say no.-" You rambled on.
"I'd love to join you for dinner. That's very sweet of you to offer." This was so new for Eddie. Neighbours being neighbourly. He was always the outcast in his town growing up. Now, at thirty-five, he is finally saved up enough to get out of town, start fresh, and open his own autobody shop. Have an actual house of his own, not that he wasn't grateful for his uncle and the trailer park.
Here, he could be anyone he wanted to be. He met some of the townspeople, and they seemed nice enough when he told them he would be taking over for Mr. Sanders's mechanic shop.
"Okay, great! I'm just going to get changed, I'll leave the door open; feel free to come in and make yourself at home whenever you're ready." You motioned to him and his cigarette."
"Thanks, Sunshine." He smiled that smile you couldn't overcome, and you rushed inside to find a n outfit that didnât scream âI work for corporate America.â
You made your way up to your loft, which doubled as your bedroom that overlooked the living area and kitchen. You were in the middle of stripping when you heard the front door open; only then did you realize that when you told him to make himself at home, you had forgotten the minor detail that he would be able to see you changing. You scurried into your walk-in closet with a squeak so he wouldn't have dinner and a show.
"Sunshine?" He asked, walking into your home.
"I'll be down in a minute!" You yell as you scramble to find your jean shorts.
"Take your time." He walks around your home, observing your picture gallery.
"Help yourself to a beer or whatever you want in the fridge."
"Thanks."
As you walk back down your stairs, you see Eddie sitting on your couch, beer in hand. Man-spread with an arm around the top of the sofa. You wished you could be by his side, arm around you instead.
"Good, you made yourself at home."
"Well, Sweets, I am a good listener." He tilted his head back, taking a swig from the bottle. You watched his Adam's apple bob in his long throat, and you thought about what it would feel like to kiss it.
"Any dietary restrictions?" You ask, shaking yourself from your dirty thoughts.
"Nah..." He shakes his head. "So, how did you swing a place like this at your age?"
It felt like a dig; maybe he just saw you as a kid... you would change his mind on that.
"Um, well, I got it on foreclosure; you should have seen it; it was a mess, and everyone wanted to tear it down, but I had a vision. It took a few years, but it's finally finished. I had some help from my grandmother's inheritance, but it wasn't much. So I worked my ass off, and here we are" you spoke as you got together the pots and ingredients.
"Looks like you're doing well for yourself" He smiled as he watched you bend over, unintentionally showing off your cute plump ass.
"Yeah, I guess. So what do you do?" you turn and catch him staring at your behind.
"Well, I just bought the auto shop off Mr. Sander's, so if you're ever in any car trouble, I'm your guy." He smiles.
"Good to know; I know nothing when it comes to my Ruby."
"Ruby?"
"Yeah, my car, she's red, so I named her Ruby."
"That's cute; it suits you."
You don't say much after you start cooking; you are in the zone, ensuring everything is perfect.
"So, what's a girl like you do around here for fun?"
"A girl like me?"
"Yeah, young, beautiful." He takes a bite like what he said was obvious.
"Umm well... work mostly. We have block parties, it is all families around here; my friends all live in the city." You take a sip of beer to settle your nerves.
"This is really good." He motions to the plate of food in front of him.
"You know what? We are having our town's Fourth of July party on Saturday. Everyone goes, you should come! I can show you around more, introduce you to more people, and you can spread the word about your new business opening up next week."
"Yeah, I'd really like that."
After Eddie had thanked you for the meal, he stayed a few more hours; you enjoyed his company. He respectfully kissed you on the cheek goodnight, and you made your way straight up to your room with your toys because you couldn't stand it any longer.
Eddie made you feel like your body was on fire. When he would lightly graze his fingertips along your bare arm or when he would compliment you. His voice alone made your lower tummy tingle.
You pulled out your trusty rabbit that never failed you. You felt dirty, but Eddie had you so worked up you needed relief.
As you lay on your bed, you strip yourself down to nothing. You think about how Eddieâs big, strong hands would tease your body. Working yourself up in your mind. You got wetter by the second.
You imagined how his voice would sound as you imagined the filthy words that would come out of that perfectly plump mouth. That mouth you wanted all over your body.
You imagined, pictured, and played a movie of Eddie and you in your head until you got so worked up that you couldnât take it anymore. Your clit was screaming at you to be touched. You turned on the toy, it came to life, and your body quivered with anticipation. Your body sprang to life as you slowly worked the toy around your wet hole and then plunged in the dildo. You went deeper and deeper until the little vibrator at the top of the toy hit your clit.
Your body arched up as you felt the waves of pleasure wash through your veins. You pumped the toy in and out of your wet pussy, thinking about your older neighbour. How hot he looked in nothing but that towel when you first met. How your pussy clenched at the sight of his happy trail. How his muscles formed a V travelling right to where you wanted most. You could see his bulge under the white fluffy bath towel wrapped around his waist. You thought about how good his flesh would feel against yours as he pumped his cock inside of you like how you were with your toy.
âOh, Eddie!â You moaned, forgetting your window was open for the summer breeze you loved to feel in the night.
Your free hand travels to your breast; you tweak your sensitive nipple and moan out again. Your white transparent curtains fluttered with the wind, but you were too wrapped up in your fantasy to notice.
When Eddie got home he went straight into his new bedroom and opened his window because the evening breeze was blowing. He then got ready for bed and was reading when he heard his name. His head shot up, thinking he was hearing things. Then, he listened to another sultry moan. He took off his reading glasses and got up to investigate. His eyes shot wide open as he saw your silhouette through your curtains. He saw your the outline of your body, how your hand worked where he wanted to put his cock the most.
It was wrong, it was so wrong, but now Eddie couldnât take his eyes off of the image in front of him. He tried walking away, and he almost did, but when he heard your sweet voice moan his name again, his feet were planted on the ground. This only confirmed that you were as attracted to him as he was to you. He had thought so tonight at dinner but now he would dare to go for it. Ask you out for real.
Your body felt like it was on fire the way the toy vibrated throughout your body. The pressure kept building and building until you were on the brink. Your body seized as your pussy clamped down on the dildo inside of you. Your eyes rolled back into your head as the waves of pleasure washed over your entirety. You caught your breath and knew that Eddie was the one you wanted to be with. He was the one; if he could make you feel this good in your fantasies, you can only imagine how it would be for real.
Eddie was nervous, even though you had confirmed, unintentionally, that you were attracted to him; it had been a while since he asked out about a girl he liked, especially when he was about to ask out one who was ten years younger.
Saturday couldn't come soon enough. You had asked Eddie as a friend, but Eddie would treat it as a date, and he would make sure you knew it was a date. You were excited to spend time with Eddie again after your dinner. It had only been four days, but the anticipation was creeping in. You were so surprised when he showed up at your door with flowers.
"Eddie, you didn't have to do this, but thank you!" you smiled as you sniffed the daisies.
"Of course I did; what kind of date would I be if I showed up empty-handed?" He smirked as he stepped into your house as you went to get a vase for your flowers.
âA date, huh?â You smirked over your shoulder.
âYes. A dateâ
âOkay,â you smile as you take his hand in yours and lock up your house.
Eddie was smitten; he had you on his arm, and he felt like the king of the world. You were also smitten. Finally, you were on a date with someone who you were very interested in.
Eddie was funny and charming, and you found out he was really nerdy, but it was only much more endearing. You learned how he played guitar and was in a high school garage band that landed a few gigs at the local bar. The more you got to know him, the more you wanted to be with him.
Eddie couldnât keep his hands off you as the night went on, and you enjoyed it. When he wasn't holding your hand, he was holding your waist; if he wasn't holding your waist, his arm was draped over your shoulder.
When the fireworks started, you gazed up at the sky together, wrapped up in one another warmth as the cool breeze of the lake came through. Halfway through the show, he went to kiss the top of your head but you had moved to look up at him, and you caught his lips with yours. Just like the fireworks in the sky, there were fireworks between the both of you. When you both pulled back, you could see in his eyes that he felt it, too.
You finished off the night hand in hand as he walked you home. He kissed you good night like a perfect gentleman, and you bid one another a goodnight.
You were so giddy and excited about Eddie. The more you went out, the more time you wanted to spend with him. You were finishing your third official date when you asked him to join you inside your place for a nightcap.
Things moved quickly once you settled inside. Your drinks were hardly touched. Eddie couldnât keep his hands off you.m as you made out like a couple of horny teenagers in the couch.
Your mind was racing. Why hadnât you told him youâre a virgin? You invited him in. Heâs probably expecting sex⌠oh god, what if heâs turned off by the fact that youâre not experienced?
âWe can slow down if you want.â he pulled away; he had sensed something was off. You became stiff and seemed like you weren't into the makeout anymore.
âIâm sorry. Iâm just a bit nervous⌠Iâm -uh just out of practiceâŚâ you shied.
âThatâs okay we can take it slow.â He stroked your cheek.
âAre you sure?â You twiddled with his fingers that are resting on your thigh.
âOf course. We can go at your speed.â
âI need to tell you something.â You looked down at the floor. He nodded his head but then spoke because you werenât looking at him.
âIâve never⌠I uh. Shit. Iâve never been with anyone before.â
âWhat?â Eddie was dumbfounded. How? There was no way he heard you correctly.
âIâm a virgin.â You pull away, but Eddie reaches for you.
âoh wow. I wasn't expecting that... uh- but thatâs okay. We donât have to do anything you donât want to.â he comforts you.
âBut I do want to,â you rush out. âItâs not like Iâm waiting for marriage; it just hasnât happenedâŚâ
âWe will go at your paceâ Eddie smiled.
âThank youâ
You shift closer to him, wanting to kiss him again, especially after being so cool with everything.
You leaned in to kiss him again, but he was hesitant.
âYou sure, sunshine?â
âYeaâ you sigh into his mouth.
Eddie grabs the back of your head so he can pull you in closer.
Your hand rested on his knee. As you continued to kiss him your hand bravely traveled up his thigh.
âWoah, hold on, sunshine.â He rested his hand on yours to stop moving.
Oh my gosh, this is it. He had come to his senses. Heâs rejecting you.
"You sure you want to go there? Because if we keep going, I will want to do things to you, and I don't want to make you uncomfortable if you're not ready."
"I promise. I've waited so long for the right guy, and I'm ready, trust me." If he only knew about your little collection of toys upstairs.
"We don't have to go all the way tonight okay?"
"Yeah, okay." You nodded your head with anticipation. Okay, this was good. He accepted you, and he still wanted to fool around.
You returned to making out on your couch, and the heavy petting ensued. This time, Eddie didn't stop your advances as your hand travelled up his thigh to the crease of his leg and up his crotch. Your hand felt around his bulge through his jeans. There was no denying that he was turned on. The way his cock strained against the thick black fabric should have been illegal. It must have been uncomfortable for him. You just had to let it spring free.
You shifted your weight forward to get closer to him. To feel him. His thighs were thick and defined. You could also feel how hard they were. Your mind wandered to how they would feel to sit on.
Before you knew it, your body was moving before your brain could catch up. One leg draped over his, and you were mounted on Eddie's leg. His deliciously thick leg. You just did what felt right; as you sat down on Eddie, the pressure situated onto your pussy felt so delicious. Your hips started rocking back and forth, building up a rhythm.
You heard and felt Eddie moan in your mouth, and this only enticed you on to keep going, your body driven by pleasure.
"That feel good, baby?" He cooed in your ear before he started kissing down your neck.
"Mmmmhmmm." You nodded frantically, eyes shut, not daring to look at him.
"Good girl, keep going." You felt his big hands grip the top of your ass as he helped you rock your hips against his jeans. The pressure in your lower stomach was building and building; you could feel your orgasm as close.
âFuck thatâs it, use meâ
Fuck, you haven't gotten off by dry-humping something in years. Not since you found your first vibrator.
"You close, baby girl?" He whispered against your lips as you kept kissing him. A muffled yes was said, and before you could continue to speak, waves of pleasure washed over your whole body. It stared from your clit and radiated up like it travelled through your bloodstream straight to your head.
Your movements slowed, and you managed to catch your breath; Eddie was still hard as a rock under his jeans, and there was no way you weren't going to help out with that.
You mimicked the way Eddie kissed your neck on Eddie. Your tongue moved the way he moved on your neck. Your hands worked in tandem with your mouth. Your fingers worked to open his jeans as you kept kissing on sucking on Eddie's long tattooed neck.
"You don't have to, Sugar," he panted, but you could hear in his tone that he was excited. He wanted this as much as you did... maybe even more.
"But I want to, Eddie." You batted your eyelashes, and you pulled away to let him see your playful pout.
You've watched enough porn and heard enough of your friend's stories to know what you're doing. Sure, the first and only time you saw a dick in real life was in your third year at uni when you tried to go down on the guy you were out with but then got scared, and he walked you home... but you got this! You're an adult woman who knows what she wants, and what she wants is right at her fingertips.
Your little pep talk in your head must have been evident on your face because Eddie started speaking again.
"You done this before?" He asks gently, not judgingly. You shake your head slightly in return.
"You want me to guide you?"
You nodded your head yes. You wanted to be good and do it right.
"Kay," He smiled.
Eddie told you how to work your hands slowly, teasingly at first, not too much but not too little. And no sudden sharp yanking movements at first... You listened, and when you were ready, you moved his boxers down, and his cock was released. It was so big, so much bigger than you thought it would be. The one you saw was a least half the size of Eddie's.
"Oh my god," You gasped.
"It's okay, sugar; he won't bite." Eddie kissed you to make you feel more comfortable. Your hand travelled back to his cock so you could grip it in your hand, not too hard, but not too gently like Eddie had said. The tip produced a bead of precum that was already leaking out, which was a good sign. Your fingers brushed over the head, and Eddie sucked in a breath.
"Did I hurt you?" you dropped his cock from your release.
"No, quite the opposite, baby."
"Oh," you giggled. You picked up where you left off, stroking his cock in your grip, teasing it and feeling it. You were surprised by how velvety the skin felt.
As you continued to make up with Eddie, cock in hand. You suddenly felt braver, and the need to have him in your mouth grew stronger. You slinked your way off the couch so you were sat in front of him on your knees, eyes and mouth level with his behemoth that he calls his cock.
âYou sure, little one?" He asked, and you nodded your head with a smile. You moved before your surge of confidence broke.
You sat up a little more and moved his cock towards you, and tentatively licked the tip. You continued your kitten licks a few more times before enveloping his tip in your warm, wet mouth. You peered up at Eddie through your long lashes; he looked like he was enjoying himself, so you must have been doing something right? You swirled your tongue along the tip before dipping you're head down lower to take more of him. Eddie let out a moan, and this made you smile. Yes, you were doing something right. So you continued, lower and lower.
You'd be lying if you didn't say you've tested your gag reflex on one of the dildos you own; where is the fun in that? But now that it was a real mans cock in your mouth, you understood the hype about giving head. You genuinely liked it so far, but that's probably due to Eddie and how comfortable he makes you feel.
"You sure you've never done this before?" He managed to get out.
"uhhhhuuhhhhhh" You moned against his cock and that only jerked Eddie's hip up into you.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, that just felt really good, baby" He stroked your head before gripping the back of your hair like he was resisting to push you further down.
"Fuck baby, you're way too good at this to be a virgin."
"You calling me a Liar, Mr. Munson?" You popped off his cock and started jerking him off with your hand again.
"No, no, baby, shit, I mean, ohhh, fuck you're very good for this being your first time."
"Thank you" You put the tip back in your mouth as you sucked on it, but your hands continued to work the shaft.
Eddie didn't last much longer; he told you to take your mouth off but continue with your hands, not wanting to ruin his chance of being with you again if you tasted cum for the first time and you were disgusted. So you listened, wanting to please him; you watched as the white liquid spurted from his shaft and ran down your hands. It was warm and all you could picture was what it would look like leaking out of your pussy.
"Let me get you a towel" You got up when his cock finally stopped spazming.
You walked back over with a warm wet dishtowel, but not before you took his softening cock in your mouth to wipe up the access.
"Jesus Christ," Eddie wasn't expecting that. It was like he had awoken something inside you.
"I wanted to know what you tasted like," you surged before you handed him the towel.
"You, little minx, are going to be the death of me."
Eddie and you had been going out for two months since he moved in, and it had been a week since you gave Eddie your first blow job. It's been on your mind for the majority of the week. So when he asked you out again on a fourth date, you were very excited to see how that one would end. What more would the two of you explore?
Eddie cooked for you; he had a nice romantic dinner in his kitchen. His place was finally fully unpacked, and he gave you a grand official tour of his house afterward.
"You going to show me your bedroom?" You teased.
"You would love that, wouldn't you?" He teased back.
You headed up to his room. You walk inside, and it's pretty spacious; he has a small window off to the side that looks into your house. You stroll around the beige-carpeted floors to see if your suspicions are correct. He does, in fact, have a direct view of your bedroom.
"Ever spy on me, Mr. Munson?"
"mmmmm once or twice." He chuckles as his strong arms wrap around your waist, pulling you in closer to his body.
"Really?" You got a bit nervous; what had he seen?
"Well, a man can't help his curiosity when he hears a sweet voice moaning his name in the middle of the night."
This makes you gasp. He had to be joking! But then again, your windows are close together, and you love leaving them open...
"Don't worry, sweetheart." He turned you to face him, but you buried yourself into his chest, too embarrassed to look at him. "It's flattering.â
"Eddie" you moaned into his chest."
"I'm serious, knowing you want an old guy like me?"
"You're not even that old," you mumbled.
"Please look at me, Sunshine." He tilted your head up so he could gaze into your eyes. You tried to fight it, but you ultimately gave in.
"I'm embarrassed," You pout.
"Don't be; you don't even need to be embarrassed about your fantasies with me. Understood?"
"Okay." You shy away meekly.
âYou want to tell me your fantasies? What you were thinking about when you touched yourself all alone in that bed of yours?â
âI-i-wantâŚâ
âItâs okay. I know youâre nervous, sweetheart. You can tell me.â
You paused, took a deep breath and closed your eyes.
âI want to be taken care of,â you whispered.
âAndâ
âI want you to be the one to do itâŚâ
"We can definitely arrange that," he said before taking your lips. His tongue parted your lips, making its way into your mouth. He was an excellent kisser. You were getting wet just by his kisses alone.
Eddie backs you up and leads you toward the king-size bed. Your knees give out when they hit the soft mattress, and you fall back, dragging Eddie down with you.
"You gonna let me take care of you, baby?"
"Please?"
"That's my girl." He smiled into the kiss before getting up so you could shimmy back onto the bed so you could rest on the pillows.
Eddie's mouth found yours again as his hands travelled up your body, feeling every inch of your skin. You felt like your body was on fire; the heat radiating between the two of you was evident.
"Can I take this off?" He played with the hem of your sundress.
"You can do whatever you want"
"That's a big promise, little one, gotta be careful with making promises like that." he cocks his head.
"I just want you." You go to take off your dress, but Eddie stops you so he can do it himself. You came prepared; you wore the nicest bra and panty set you owned. A pink lace and satin set. It made your boobs look out of this world the way the fabric cupped you just right. Accentuating every curve.
"All this f'me?"
You didn't answer. You just needed to kiss him again; your bodies melded together as he pressed you further into the mattress. His hands cupped your breasts, moulding and kneading them, and your sensitive nipples began to perk up at his rough touch.
"You're perfect," Eddie sighed as his mouth detached from yours and moved down to your neck. Your body tingled as his soft lips explored the exposed skin.
"Eddie," you moaned out in pleasure. Your hips started to grind up onto Eddie's calf, and he knew he had you right where he wanted.
His hands moved lower, cupping your lace covered heat. His fingers felt so good above the lace that separated the two of you; you couldn't wait to see what they felt like skin to skin.
"You mind if I?"
"Yes!" you said, a little too excited. But Eddie didn't mind. He thought it was so cute the way you were eager to let him explore your body.
"You know how often I've pictured you on this bed?" You shake your head, not biting your lip.
"Oh well, I would picture you like this... no, wait. There would be much less clothing." He wraps his arms around his body to take off his shirt, and he throws it across the room; next to go were his pants. You giggled at his antics. "Much better."
You could feel his cock press against your stomach as he pounced back down onto you. He continued where he had left off, his hand exploring your clothed cunt again, circling your clit above your panties, making you let out a sweet moan. He moved his hands further up until he made his way underneath your panties.
Your hips automatically moved as Eddie's hands explored your wet folds. His free hand pressed your hip, silently telling you not to move, that he will do this for you. You no longer had to be the only one to make yourself feel good. He was here to take care of you.
His thick finger slipped past your folds and up into your tight cunt.
"Oh!" You called out as his fingers broke past the barrier. They were much bigger than you're used to; your hands could never do the same as he was doing now.
"You're ok, baby," he cooed. He worked his hands inside of you, hitting a spot you'd never located before. That made your mind go numb and all fuzzy.
Eddie pulled out of you, and you whimpered in protest but quickly understood he was only taking off your panties for you. You lifted your legs, you helped him out, and he kissed down your leg until he reached your centre.
"May I?" He asked.
"Yes." You sigh.
Eddie waisted not a moment longer. His lips attached themselves to your lower ones. Youâd never felt anything like it. The way his soft mouth moved around your clit, kissing and sucking on your swollen bud. You thought I couldnât get any better than this. Until his tongue made its way onto your body and you cried out in pleasure. Too consumed by Eddie to be embarrassed by how loud you were being.
âEddie! Oh god, yes, fuck right there!â
âYou taste so sweet, even better than I imaged.â Eddie hummed into your cunt mimicking the vibrations your so use to with your vibrating toys. You body was quivering underneath him within minutes. He was way too good at this.
âPlease, Iâm coming, oh god Iâm cuming!â You try to catch your breath with every world but it wa s no use. Eddie didnât let up until your body was spent.
You watched Eddie sit up, your liquids covering his chin. He smiled as he spoke.
âWe are only just getting started babyâ
Another whimper left your throat as he pulled down his boxers to reveal his hard cock. It bobbed as it was released from its confines and you wanted nothing more than to feel it in your mouth again.
âI know what youâre thinking, baby. But no, not tonight. I need to feel you.â He went to the nightstand and opened the drawer. You watched as he pulled out the condom from its foil wrappings. Your legs clenched in anticipation.
"I'm going to take real good care of you, Sunshine." he rolled it into himself before crawling back over your body.
"Okay, Eddie. I trust you."
Eddie's heart fluttered as you spoke. He was so honoured that you chose him to be your first. He would make you see what you had missed this whole time.
"You ready?" He asked.
"Yes, I think so." You nod.
Eddie hovered over you as he took your lips into his once more. You could taste yourself in his mouth and he slowly worked the tip along your slit collecting your natural lube so he could slip himself easily inside.
"Oh my god!' Eddie was thick, so much thicker than you were used to with your silicone boyfriend you had hidden in the drawer. Thank god you were at least used to that because you didn't know how you would have handled this otherwise.
"You're doing so well for me, Sunshine." he praised as his cock dove deeper into you. Your tight cunt felt like paradise.
You told Eddie he could start moving once you were comfortable and adjusted to his size.
You saw starts as his cock plunged in and out of you; it felt so fucking good. You couldn't keep in your pleasure. Moan after moan was music to Eddie's ears. Why had you waited this long to feel something so good?
"So good, fuck, you're so fucking tight." His strokes never let up. He kept the same tempo as his hips snapped into you. Your mouths hardly disconnect unless you need to come up for air. His hands explored under your bra as he pulled a cup down to free your nipple. He moved from your mouth down to take your breast into his mouth, curling your peaked bud just like he did your clit minutes before.
Your body was lit up again; the heat between you both was one thousand degrees. Eddie, was your everything at this moment. You didn't, nor couldn't think of anything but the pleasure he was feeding you.
"More, more, more," You chant as Eddie's cock pounds into you, filling you more than you had ever felt before.
Eddie listened and moved his hands to your clit. Sparking an electrical bolt through your entire body. Your already sensitive clit was pulsing with desire as Eddie continued to pleasure you. With each stroke of his cock and hand, your body couldn't take it anymore, and you began to convulse under him.
"Shit fuck, you're squeezing me so tight," Eddie spoke before he realized that he was making you cum undone beneath him.
"Oh, yes! Eddie!"
"That's it, such a good girl, taking me so well. God your pussy is made for me." he spoke as he still used your body for his own pleasure. He didn't take much after your cunt latched down on him like a vice that he was coming right after you. A loud grunt left his lips as he felt a wave of please come over his body. His sensitive cock spurted its hot while cum into the condom that was still inside you.
"Wow," Was all you managed to say. Your brain was mush, but it was the best way possible.
"Yeah, wow," Eddie chuckled as he rolled off of you, out of breath but feeling blissful nonetheless.
"Is it always like that?" You mindlessly asked.
"With me, baby girl? Yeah." He chuckled.
"Wow," You repeated. Your brain is still not fully back down to earth.
"You wanna be my girl Sunshine?"
This snapped you back into reality.
"What? Really?" You turn your head to look at him.
"Yeah, baby girl," He cupped your face, waiting for your answer.
"Yes, Eddie, I'll be your girl"
Part 2
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read part 1 here!
pairing: kuroo x reader & bokuto x reader
genre: hurt/comfort
content: the boys call you clingy but they donât mean it
a/n: hello ahhh it's been awhile since i've posted but i'm trying to get back into the habit of writing again! someone in my inbox had requested me to add bokuto to this list so i tried my best but i hope you all enjoyed this and feel free to stop by my inbox to leave a comment, tell me your thoughts, or just lmk how it's going hehe :,)
kuroo tetsuro
"i'm home," a mumble echoed out into the empty living room.
at the sound of the door opening, you make your way out of your shared bedroom to greet your overworked boyfriend, kuroo.
"hi baby," you replied with a tired smile on your features.
the door closes and kuroo slides off his slacks, loosens his tie, runs his fingers through his hair, and sighs in exhaustion.
"hey."
"have you eaten dinner yet?" you start to ramble. " i can warm up dinner and we could maybe share a meal together?"
"we haven't spent much time together in a while so you know.. i was just thinking... we could do something small together?"
you continue to ramble about how you spent all evening trying a new recipe you saw on tiktok that really fascinated you.
but kuroo is not having it.
all he wants to do is just go to bed and forget the past couple shitty days he's had at work. today, especially, was stressful considering how nothing had gone his way and the higher ups just wouldnât stop giving him a hard time.
he kept his frustration, tiredness, anger all bottled up for the past couple days and they were all about to boil out.
on top of that, your constant rambling isn't helping. you keep talking and talking and talking and his mind is beginning to get cloudy and his anger is about to boil over.
his voice rises and he finally speaks, "god y/n.. can you just shut the fuck up and stop being all up in my space? you're so fucking clingy just leave me alone."
oh.
you mouth shuts up mid sentence and you're looking down at your feet, too embarrassed to even look him in the eye after hearing his true feelings.
"sorry, i just wanted to spend some time and talk and relax with you..." your voice goes quiet. "you've been out really late for the past couple days so i was just hoping-"
however, kuroo's outburst isn't over yet. if anything, your little comment voicing your concerns seems to have make him a bit more upset.
"yeah, i've been out late because of how suffocating it is here at home with you. god, it's like you just can't take a fucking hint! just leave me the fuck alone!" he says and your eyes go a bit glassy.
"r-right," you say as you're turning around so he doesn't see the tears forming in your eyes. "sorry, i'll respect your wishes and give you your space."
seeing your hunched figure walking away brought him back to his senses.
what the fuck did i just say to them? oh my god.
"y/n wait i'm sorry-" he begins but is cut off.
"kuroo, i think you've said enough tonight."
the sound of his last name coming out of your mouth leaves a bitter taste in his mouth and he knows he's fucked up immensely. the door to the bedroom closes, indicating that you're clocking out for the night and you can't deal with this conversation any bit longer.
kuroo sits himself on the couch with his head in his hands, shaking his head.
what the hell did i just say to them? it's not even their fault... i just... how the hell do i make it up to them?
kuroo walks to the door and places three subtle knocks on the door, begging for permission to enter. he's greeted with no acknowledgement or response.
he turns the knob and to his surprise it opens. there, he sees you fast alseep in your comforter in a fetal-like position. he goes into the closet, changes into his pajamas, and immediately climbs into bed.
he brings you close to his side of the bed, specifically putting your head on his chest. he begins to stroke your hair and places gentle kisses on your head, mumbling soft "i'm sorry's" and "i love you's."
he's praying to whatever deity out there that this would blow over by tomorrow morning or something.
but kuroo wakes up the next morning to his worst nightmare: you're not in bed with him. he feels his blood run cold and he's running the worst case scenarios in his head.
he rushes out of the bedroom to see that you're nowhere in the apartment. he sees a bright colored post-it note stuck on to the fridge with a note scribbled in your handwriting.
"i'm staying at a friend's house for the next couple of days. i just need time to think for a bit. there's some leftovers from last night in the fridge so make sure you eat those.
love u always, y/n"
kuroo's hands shake as he's holding your post-it note.
of course, they'd leave. i treated them like shit and hurt them so badly of course they want to leave. but even after everything, they still love me⌠i donât deserve them.
kuroo begins to spiral and the next couple of days aren't any easy for him.
every attempt at texting or calling you has lead to no response. he goes to sleep without you next to him, holding back tears every time. every morning without fail, he pats the vacancy next to him in hopes that you'll be there but to his demise, every time, you're not. work feels even more lethargic than usual. before, he used to look forward to coming home to you but now you're not even at home so what's the point in even trying. counting down the hours until he gets to leave his cubicle has become futile.
i just really want them back. please come back home.
but when he comes home from a pain achingly long day of work, he doesn't find you and his mood plummets even more.
that is until one day, kuroo is able to leave work early where he comes home and hears the familiar noise of the coffee maker brewing. his eyes shoot up from his slacks to look over at the kitchen where he sees you in all your beauty, fidgeting with the knobs on the coffee machine. your eyes both lock and you immediately look away.
kuroo thought you were gone for good. and the fact that you were only a couple feet away from him made his heart swell and his eyes water. there's so much to say but his not a single word is escaping his mouth.
"you want some coffee? i just started a new batch," you finally say to fill up the silence of the room.
he gulps, "sure yeah."
you grab a coffee cup and pour him a fresh cup of coffee and slide it to him across the kitchen counter, avoiding getting too close to him.
too nervous to even touch his drink, he begins to address the elephant in the room, "y/n, i'm so sorry for what i said that night. i had no right to speak to you in the manner."
"it's okay," you say in a curt manner. "i get it."
he shakes his head and tries to get closer to you to convey his feelings but is stopped when he sees you take a step back. his heart cracks.
"no it's not okay sweetheart. i've been so busy with work and i just got super overwhelmed with everything and-"
"kuroo, you know you don't have to make any excuses right?" you interrupt his train of thought.
he's confused now. "excuses? y/n what are you even talking about- "
"just end it with me already... i know you want to," you say, looking down at the fresh cup of coffee in your hands. "you made that very clear."
his world freezes.
the world becomes completely silent.
his mouth is slightly open, caught off guard. he doesn't know what to say.
however, you interpret his silence as him putting down the excuses finally and admitting that he doesn't want to put effort into this relationship with you anymore.
hell, he doesnât even want this relationship with you anymore.
"right, if you won't i will so it's easier for the both of us. i think we should-"
"don't you dare finish that fucking sentence," he moves close to you all of a sudden and his familiar lingering cheap cologne smell takes up your senses. the gears begin to click in his head before you can respond to him.
kuroo's arms envelop you in his embrace. "i want you. only you. i'm sorry i made you think otherwise."
the tears you've been holding back for the past couple minutes standing in front of him overflow and you feel like the world is about to end.
you push kuroo off you slightly. "i know you've been busy with work and i just wanted to spend some time with you. i never meant to come off as clingy but clearly you thought so so-"
"i'm just a complete douche,â he interrupts. âyou were trying to help me out and make me feel better and i was so caught up with work, i couldn't appreciate that."
"i never want to ever make you feel that way again. you never deserved to hear any of that from me and everything i said couldn't be far from the truth. your presence has never been a bother and if anything, coming home to you is the best part of my day.â
âi shouldn't have let my emotions get the best of me and i'm so sorry that it did and that i hurt you in the process. i hate that iâm the reason behind your tears and iâll do everything to make it up to you to show you how much i love you."
the tears from your eyes continue to flow and he delicately wipes every single one from your eyes kissing your cheek every time without fail.
"are you sure you donât find me suffocating? you said that you hated being home with me though so i just thought-" you start to say.
"i will spend my entire life reassuring you that it isnât true. i promise you are never suffocating me and your presence never fails to make me feel better on a shitty day. i will do anything to regain your trust and faith in me,â he adamantly speaks with his hands in yours.
hearing his determined resolve, the tears flow even more.
"i love you so much, tetsu."
"i love you too baby," he smiles and delicately kisses your lips. "now let's go out. how do you feel about going out for dinner? iâve got a lot of making up to you to do."
"i'll never say no to that."
bokuto koutaro
the msby jackals lost 2-0 sets and the entire team was taking the loss hard but no one as hard as bokuto.
"bokuto-san, what do you think went wrong today's game?" an interviewer asks with his notepad out, scribbling notes.
"er, uh, well, today was just a rough day and i had a tough time keeping up with the opponent's plays today... it just was not a good day."
"i have one more question," the interviewer asks.
"go ahead," he gruffs out.
"you are known for your infamous line shots especially during deciding moments of the game. you missed multiple of these shots during today's game. were you distracted during this game? is it because of your new relationship status or were-"
bokuto is now riled up. who the hell does this interviewer think he is to corner me and bring in my personal life???
"i'm leaving, fuck this shit," he spits out, trying his best to maintain his composure.
in frustration, bokuto storms out of the press conference room, slamming the double doors, heading towards the locker room to grab his stuff but is stopped by you, running after him.
"kou! wait up!" you say from a distance and he stops in his tracks to look at you. he's still internally raging from the provocative behavior of that interviewer and he feels like he just might lose it.
"what do you want," he says in an aggressive manner that catches you off guard.
youâre aware of the recent loss of the msby jackals. you know that's probably taking a toll on his confidence as a player so you're trying to be as supportive as you can.
"you wanna come back to my place? i was thinking we could watch that one disney movie you like and we could bake something together too? what do you think?"
"why do you always want to fucking hang out?" he says in the lowest tone of voice you've ever heard from him.
it sends shivers down your spine.
"huh?" you're just confused at this point.
"why are you so fucking clingy all the time? it's always 'kou come over!' or 'kou let's watch a movie!' or 'kou let's take a nap together!' like don't you fucking get that i have a genuine career that i'm working really hard to be successful in?"
so that's what he thinks of me.
"i know you want to be a pro volleyball player and i want to support you the entire way. i was just trying to be there for you and help you relax..." you trail. "i get today was really rough for you.."
"that's the thing you don't get it, y/n!" he says exasperatedly. "if you did want to be supportive for me and my career, then you would stop being so all up on me and give my space!"
he walks into the locker room, slamming the door, shaking you up.
in defeat, you begin to leave the stadium with tears brimming your eyes. as you get in your car, you put your head on the steering wheel and suddenly, the tears start to stream out.
"i'll give him his space. i'll just stop everything. i'm nothing of importance to him or his life so it's best if i just stop." you convince yourself.
bokuto, on the other hand, is in the locker room, holding back tears of frustration as he punched one of the lockers.
fuck, what am i even doing right now...
"bokuto-san! let's head out for the night," shoyo's voice can be heard before he can be seen in the locker room. "we're gonna go get drinks and dinner at that new barbecue place that opened up."
he looks up from the bench and smiles at shoyo along with the rest of his teammates that are nodding along in support.
"yeah, sure. fine with me," kou responds with a small smile on his face.
as bokuto and the rest of the jackals are out and about, he keeps looking at his phone in hopes of getting a message or something from you but you're completely radio silent after the spat between the two of you.
he knows you both had a disagreement but he thought you knew that he was just frustrated and upset with the game. he didn't think it was a reason to just go silent on him.
he sends a text to test the waters.
kou <3: babe, we're good right?
he puts his phone down and engages back in the dinner with the rest of the jackals.
an hour has passed yet still no response. it's starting to make him fidgety so he decides to spam you.
kou <3: hello?
kou <3: baby wya???
kou <3: where is the loml at :((
kou <3: BABYYYYYYY
kou <3: POOKIE PLS TXT ME BACK :(((
y/n is typing...
y/n: sry i was getting ready for bed.
you sounded distant. you clearly were upset but was it still about the argument? c'mon you knew he didn't mean what he said... right?
kou <3: ITS OKAY BABY! can i come over? i wanna spend the night with u :,)
kou <3: i miss you
y/n: maybe not tonight... i think it's best if we're by ourselves for a bit
bokuto's hair significantly drooped down, seeing as how he got rejected to hang out with you for the night.
as bokuto heads over to his apartment for the night, he stares at the bedroom ceiling with his thoughts. he misses laying next to his baby. that's when he starts to replay everything that went down between the two of you.
he genuinely can't figure out what went wrong.
he prays that this whole thing will just blow over by tomorrow because he misses you incredibly and just wants to spend time with you.
unfortunately to his demise, you kept shutting down all of kou's efforts to come over. you refused to pick up his calls, resorting to half assed texts.
this whole argument was festering and bokuto had to fix it immediately.
you, however, want nothing more than to spend time with your boyfriend but his words kept running through your mind on loop. anytime you would be sitting alone with yourself, his words kept playing themselves on loop in your brain, making you overthink the post couple months youâve spent together.
has he always thought of me as clingy? have i always been a bother to him? have i always been super annoying in his eyes?
that was until you heard a knock on the door.
you open the door and see kou standing there in a hoodie and a pair of khakis with a large bouquet of assorted flowers in his hands. his eyes lock with yours while yours widen in surprise.
"k-kou! what are you doing here?" you say in surprise.
"what, i can't see my partnet now?" he retorts lightheartedly. "let me in."
too stunned to even reject him, your hand inherently finds its way to the knob, widening the door so bokuto can fit through into your apartment.
he tries to hand you the flowers but you stand there, hands refusing to move from their sides. "c'mon babe, i got them for you! do you not like them? man, i knew i should've gotten the roses instead."
"no no! thank you so much kou.. i'm just surprised that you even got this for me..." you trail off looking away from him.
he sets the flowers on the kitchen counter and tilts his head in confusion. "what do you mean, y/n?"
"listen, i know you don't really like spending time with me and that you feel obligated to but honestly, we really don't have to hang out or anything like that," you begin to say. "i know i can be a lot sometimes and i'm really working on trying to give you space."
that's when it all clicks in his head for him.
"baby, is this about what i said that day in the gym?" he questions.
you turn away, refusing to even look him in the eye because you know the moment your eyes lock with his, the tears will start streaming down your face.
"baby, no, please," he goes over to you to give you the warmest yet tightest hug possible. "iâm also a very clingy person so i should've known how much my words must have hurt you. i've been so stupid to not see how badly my words must have impacted you, my love. i'm so so sorry for saying and acting the way i did. it's unexcusable."
"no kou it's fine i just-" you say but are interrupted midsentence.
"no, y/n it's not," he says, tears brimming his eyes ever since coming to terms with how hurt you must've been feeling this entire time. "i'll do anything to get your forgiveness and for us to just... be close again. i'll do anything, i mean it."
tears are streaming down both your faces and you can't help but form a wobbly smile on your lips. "pinky promise?"
"pinky promise," kou says as he locks pinkies with you and kisses the top of your head. "now let's cuddle because i've missed being near the love of my life."
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Animals!
ÂŤTalking Satoru through his third orgasm, praising his sloppily timed thrusts in and out of your flooding pussyâŚÂť
â Gojo x fem!reader
â Warnings!! - FILTHY FILTH!, unprotected sex, creampies, explicit language, multiple orgasms (m&f), tbh i wrote this at 2 am so idk if itâs good, Satoru trynna be a baby daddy, talks of (possible) pregnancy, BREEDING KINK! (If that wasnât already clear enough).
â A/n!! - I was listening to this song when I wrote it, so yeahâŚthank you to Chino Moreno for fueling my late night thirst<3 also, itâs really short, so sorry for that. I need to start posting longer shi fr.
It started with your boyfriend sheepishly admitting his fascination for breeding kinks, claiming he wasnât aware of why people were so obsessed with the concept.
âWeâre not animalsâwe donât breed, we fuck,â he said exactly, his blue eyes swirling with pride.
And now, on the slow and tantalizing build to his fourthâor maybe fifth?âload inside of you, heâs wondering to himself why he didnât try this sooner.
His cock slowly drips more and more precum into you, adding to the already overflowing amount of both of your countless orgasms, all of which keep rolling in like tidal waves.
âT-there you go,â you shakily coo at him from below, misty eyes watching as each inch of his throbbing length buries deeper into your cunt. The tip of his cock kisses your cervix each time he bottoms out, before pulling away, just to slide back in again. âDoing s-sooo goodâŚâ
Satoru is barely holding onto reality, his mind so fogged with lust and euphoria from how your gummy walls feel around him. âOh, fuck, I-I can feelââ
âI can too,â you cut him off, gripping onto his swelling biceps. âCum, baby. Just one more.â
Those are the only words of motivation he needs before heâs picking up his pace, his face contorting in the sickeningly-sweet pleasure youâre giving him. You let out a low moan as he closes his eyes and loses himself in your warmth, his mind only focused on drawing both of your orgasms closer as quick as possible.
âGod, mâ gonna make you a mama,â Satoru pants out, the sound of his cock ramming into you, and your soft cries filling the room, âthink any of em will take?â
As if you were both intertwined as one, both of you cum together not even a moment later. Your cunt sucks him in as he paints your walls with his seed, a string of moans and your name falling from his lips.
âFuck baby, youâre so full,â he babbles almost drunkenly as he pulls his cock out of you, watching his cum spill out, âfull of me~â
Satoruâs fucked out expression, the euphoria still lingering in his tone, his fingers going to push his cum deeper inside of you, itâs all enough to make you feel as if you were in a different plane of existence; one where only you and him inhabit the world, and the moonlight pouring onto his pretty face was made just for the both of you.
âWhatâs my pretty baby thinking of now?â He asks, his head resting against your chest now.
âNothing,â you softly say to him, lifting a hand to run your fingers through his hair, âjust how, according to you, weâre animals now.âSatoru misses the meaning of your words although, tilting his head to the side in confusion.
âYou said it yourself,â you laugh, âanimals breed, not fuck.â
Your boyfriend then rolls his eyes in realization, a chuckle escaping his lips.
âGuess we are animals then, huh?â
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âsorry i'm late,â you sigh, hurrying into the teacherâs lounge much later than usual. shokoâs the only one there, feet propped up on the coffee table as she flips through a medical journal. you throw your coat over the back of a chair before joining her, trying to rub the sleep from your eyesÂ
âmorning, sunshine.â shoko chuckles, handing you a mug. âthis is a double shot, but maybe i should have gotten you a triple? what kept you up last night?â
ânothing," you quickly defend.
âyou sure? because i'm not above blocking all the exits until you tell me.â
âyou promise not to judge?â
ânot out loud.âÂ
you roll your eyes at your best friend, but wring your hands tightly in your lap as you recall the events of last night. âhave you ever had aâŚa special dreamââ
shoko sits up straight, eyes wide as she says, much too loud, âyou mean a sex dream?â
âshh!â you swat her on the arm, glaring.Â
shoko ignores your obvious distress, grinning from ear to ear. âwho are you having sex dreams about? is it ijichi? akari? oh my god, is it me? is it gojo? donât tell me itâs gojoâŚâ
âi may have been dreaming aboutâŚkento.â
ânanami?!â
heat immediately pools in your cheeks. âyou canât tell anyone, especially gojo. and hey, don't say it like that!âÂ
âi swear iâm not judging!â she promises. âif anything, i approve!â
âugh,â you groan, heading over to the counter to put your unfinished mug in the sink. âi donât know whatâs going on with me.â
âfantasizing is normal. iâve fantasized about everyone here. you, nanami, even gojo.â
âseriously?â
she takes a sip of her coffee, shrugging. âi'm a scorpio.â
that explains nothing and in no way makes you feel any better. if anything, youâre starting to feel a little possessive over someone who isn't even yours.Â
âwell i need to stop thinking about him like this,â you mutter, frowning.
âback to your dream. did you guysâŚdo it?â
âshoko!â you gasp, gaze darting to the open door.
âso you did,â she deduces. âwas it good?â
it was great. not that youâd tell her.Â
âhey, naughty is good. naughty is sexy,â she laughs.
you rest your hip against the counter, shaking your head. âi canât dream of him like that again. i canât go on missions with him if iâm having theseâŚinappropriate thoughts.â
âwhy? cause you want to be his good girl?â
some clears their throat loudly.Â
both your heads whip toward the door, where nanamiâs standing with his briefcase. âgood morning.â
as he walks further into the lounge you wonder two things. first, how much he heard. second, how much force would it take to put your head through the wallâ
âexcuse me.â your entire body stiffens when a hand is placed on your waist, nanami gently moving you to the side as he grabs a mug from the cabinet.Â
memories of last nightâs dream invade the crevices of your mind, causing you to quickly step out of his reach. with his back turned you look to shoko for help, who simply makes a circle with her thumb and index finger andâ
you feign casualness when nanami turns to face you, sending you a small smile before taking his coffee and making a swift exit.
shoko bursts out laughing as you groan, wishing you could melt into the floor.
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âlook at them. they're totally talking about us,â gojo mutters, peeking into the teacherâs lounge.
âso?â nanami asks, prying gojoâs hand from his sleeve.Â
âso, what do you think they're talking about? ohâ oh, shoko just pulled out her phone. maybe they're talking about the thirst trap i posted forââ
nanami grabs the back of gojoâs shirt collar, dragging him away from the door. âwhy would they be talking about a picture you posted for your fiancĂŠe?âÂ
âbecause i'm hotââ
âplease stop talking.â
âyouâre hot too, nanamin! someoneâs been giving you the look lately.âÂ
that makes him pause. âreally? what look?â
the sorcerer wriggles out of his grip, an irritatingly wide grin on his face. âgot your attention, did i?â
âwhat did you mean by that? what look?â
âthe look. you know, the one where youâre picturing someone naked. fantasizing about them. caught her once while you were cooking us dinner. speaking of, whatâs that one dish you made with theâŚâ
nanami tunes out gojoâs nonsensical rambling, focusing on the few important things heâd shared as they walk down the hall. you were picturing him naked?
interesting.Â
_____
when you open the front door of your apartment, nanami is standing there with a bag of groceries and a bottle of wine.
oh no. this is how the fantasies always start.Â
âi was on my way home and wondered if youâve eaten yet.â
youâd eaten two hours ago, but you step back to let him inside and get set up in the kitchen.
soon enough, your little kitchen is filled with the sound and scents of a home cooked meal. nanami is a natural in the kitchen, tossing veggies in a pan and stirring his homemade sauce.
(it almost looks as good as nanami does with his shirt sleeves rolled up to the elbow, cooking dinner in your apartment.)Â
youâre snapped out of your thoughts when he reaches over to refill your glass. he refills his own, covering the pot and leaving it to simmer as he turns to where youâre perched on the counter.
âi wanted to talk to you about something,â he says suddenly, sweating his glass down.Â
âhm?â
âiâm not above a few fantasies of my own.â
you almost choke on your wine. âgojo told youââ
heâs standing between your knees now, taking the glass from your hand and setting it aside. âi fantasize about you too.â
âyou do?â
âi could tell you about them,â he suggests, voice dropping to a whisper as the tip of his nose nudges yours. âif youâre a good girl.â
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Enhypen's reactions to you being super talkative when they're tired â.Ë áśť đ đ° .á
âž a/n: It has been a minute !!! Me and bff have been so so busy since it's our final semester of high school. But I am here to provide for my delusional folk <3 I honestly wrote this on a whim because I've been feeling extra insane lately with all the work I have to do so ignore any stupid mistakes I make in this. I want to post more on here for sure, senior year is coming to a close soon and me and bff are moving into a new university together so hopefully we'll have time for more posts. Okay enough yapping, go read! pairings: enhypen x g/n reader genre: fluff
cw: kissing (nothing crazy dw), ignore grammatical errors!
JUNGWON
He doesnât care if his life is on the line, the last thing heâs going to do is make you feel rushed when youâre talking about something youâre genuinely interested in.Â
He finds you SO cute when youâre mumbling about something that you enjoy !! He gazes at you with his boba eyes nodding along to everything you sayÂ
âOh my god sorry Iâm talking so muchâ you say to him embarrassed at how comfortable youâve gotten in his presence and how heâs probably so tiredÂ
Heâll immediately shake his head no and tell you âkeep talking i love listening to youâÂ
Because heâs tired he pulls you into a hug and plays with your hair while you talk.Â
His sign that heâs tired is when he gets really touchy. Like he is all of a sudden kissing your forehead and playing with your cheeks which is usually a sign for you to call it a dayâŚÂ
JAKE
We all know this guy cannot for the life of him control his sleepiness but he loves you so he makes his adjustments
Its a shame but this guy is NOT !!! LISTENING !!!Â
Heâs cuddling you and youâre yapping away heâs going to nuzzle his face in the crook of your neck and just keep going âmhm, i seeâÂ
You notice that he isnât listening so you ask a question to throw him off and he responds with âyeah totallyâ making you chuckle.Â
He looks up flustered realizing he just admitted to not paying attention to you.Â
âSorryyyyy!!!!â He pouts leaning to kiss you.
âIm listening I just need a minuteâ he spends that âminuteâ sleeping on your arm and then he sits up shaking his head like a puppy trying to wake himself up.Â
Claps, sits up, âOkay! talk! Iâm up.âÂ
HEESEUNG
Heâs always up fighting his sleep to play video games anyway so heâs the most prepared in situations like theseÂ
If he notices your in a particularly chatty mood and heâs sleepy, he will drag both of you out of bed and make sure youâre sitting up so that he isnât prone to falling asleep on accidentÂ
Youâre talking and talking and he is giving the same exact energy back!! he will laugh and giggle at everythingÂ
When heâs really getting tired he yawns out loud and goes âbaby.. im a bit sleepy.. actually no no keep going, just come hereâÂ
Heâll open his arms wide for you to lay on his chest while you talkÂ
You notice his eyes are closed so you stop and start getting up only for him to pull you back down and say âjust stay here, i like listening to your pretty voiceâÂ
SUNGHOON
He is so in love with you. it is PATHETIC!Â
He is so sleepy too and looks insanely cuddly so whenever you are talkative you lay facing him and talk his ear off while hugging himÂ
He is way too in love to tell you that you need to please shut up because he is SO TIRED so instead he kisses you to ease his tiredness awayÂ
âThat girlâ âkiss âis soâ âkiss âannoyingâ âkissÂ
âHoon stoppâ to which he kisses you again, mumbling against your lips âIâm listening babyâÂ
SUNOO
No matter how tired he is it fades away when hes with youÂ
Youâre always spilling the latest gossip to Sunoo and he eats it up everytime.Â
âShe actually has something against meâ you say to which Sunoo responds âhow could anyone hate this cute faceâ pinching your cheeksÂ
You brush his hand away and jokingly roll your eyes and thats all it takes for his cuteness aggression to launch through the roofÂ
He is all of a sudden squeezing you tight going âWhy are you so cute youâre just so cute youâre so cuteâÂ
He is literally holding you shaking your shoulders while smiling so big going âNo tell me!!! why are you so cute??âÂ
âSunoo youâre scaring meâ you say to which he responds âGood! Iâm pissed off youâre perfect.âÂ
You guys will literally spend the whole night talking, Sunoo literally forgot that he was tired in your presenceÂ
JAY
He is half asleep walking through the doorÂ
But! that doesnât stop him from at least pretending to listen to youÂ
As heâs putting his stuff down you are following him around talking about the ending of the show that you just watchedÂ
Hes humming in response and smiling to himselfÂ
He stops suddenly turns to face you pulling you in for a hug âBaby Iâm so tired today i dont know whyâŚ.â sighing into your armsÂ
He didnât want to explicitly say to you please shut up but it was definitely a sign to you to take it down a notchÂ
Heâd look down to kiss you on the lips and say âLetâs talk in bed hm?âÂ
When you guys are in bed he lets you lay on his chest and he says âNow tell me all about that show you were talking aboutâÂ
He will listen to you, or at least try to, but with his fingers playing with your hair you are slowly lulled to sleep.
He'll look at you, smile, kiss your forehead and you will wake up confused as to how he shut you up so quickly.
NI-KI
Riki is definitely a little more honest but thats what you love about him!
âI can see all your teeth babe, whatâs got you cheesing?â he says to you as he sits down on the bedÂ
âI have so much to tell you!â you say to him patting the space beside you for him to come and lay in.Â
âAnd I have so much sleep to catch up on!â He says mockingly as he lays down next to you. You pout to which he kisses you and says âGo on, talk my ear offâÂ
You start going off on a tangent and he is just looking at you with a boxy smile on his face and laughing at how your facial expressions are so dramatic in comparison to the light hearted story youâre tellingÂ
He stares at you with glistening eyes after his 40th yawn in a rowÂ
âYou know you talk too much, right? Itâs a good thing youâre cuteâ he would say pulling you into a hugÂ
âThatâs rude! and I wasnât donââ you are interrupted by a kiss on the lipsÂ
âI promise to listen all day tomorrow, okay? Letâs sleep now?â He says rubbing circles on your back, with his eyes already closed.
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iâm high lol but hereâs a little write up of what i posted here a few days ago!
contains: gender unspecified reader; blowjobs; inexperienced steve :0; steve losing his mind over a basic blowie
âbad day?â
âyou donât even know the half of it,â steve sighs. he lets his head fall back gently while you kiss from his lips to his neck. âsorry iâm late, know the movie was supposed to start at seven ââ
âitâs okay.â you cradle his face in your hands. steve almost swoons. you look at him like you love him, and youâve only been going steady and exclusive for a month. and heâs starting to look at you that way, too. âletâs stay in, huh? youâve had enough of movies anyway.â
he laughs, hands resting on your waist. you kiss the side of his neck again, then all the way up to his ear. âneed some stress relief?â
steveâs tummy flutters, cock stirring at even the slightest thought of you on top of him. âmhm,â he mumbles, squeezing your hips.
you hum and make your way back down his neck, taking your time now to suck on his skin. he relaxes, enjoying it, wondering when youâre going to move him from the kitchen to your bed - or at least the couch.
your hands make their way towards his waistband. you tuck your fingers underneath it and steve gasps a little. itâs embarrassing, but now heâs thinking youâre going to have him fuck you on the table. that youâre going to take him out right here and mount him on the tile and â
youâre dropping to your knees.
steveâs brows quirk. he looks down at you quizzically, the action not quite clicking with him. it doesnât click until youâre pulling down his zipper and staying there, obedient on your knees.
oh. oh.
âhey!â steve says, a little panicked, taking a step back.
youâre taken aback by his reaction, holding your hands up and frowning at him. âsteve, iâm sorry ââ
âwhat - uhhhh - what were you, um, gonna do?â
you blink at him. pausing to see if youâre missing something. âgive you head?â
steve swallows. the way his cock kicks does not go unnoticed by either of you. âoh. uh - um. no oneâs ever really, you know. iâve never had⌠that⌠before.â
he can tell youâre not understanding and his cheeks turn pink. âyou havenât had head?â
âwell, no.â
your head quirks. âoh. i⌠would not have guessed.â
thereâs a long silence. steve feels so stupid, turning you down like this, his zipper open and cock so hard itâs starting to bulge out. he looks down, then back up, and opens his mouth in an attempt to say something, anything, but heâs a little speechless.
âdo you not like it? or has it never been offered to you?â
steve shakes his head.
âwhich one?â you push, your lips quirking up.
âum - itâs never really been suggested.â
your brows raise and fall quickly. âdo you want to try?â
âwouldnât it hurt?â he blurts out. feels his face turning red again.
ânot usually,â you say. âwhat, steve, you think youâre gonna choke me with that thing?â
he nods slowly.
âyou probably will,â you say, almost dreamily. his cock twitches again. âi think thatâs sort of the appeal of it.â
âwhat if i⌠what if it feels so good i hurt you?â
you laugh now, resting on your heels. âi donât really mind.â
he canât believe heâs this freaked out over a blowjob. youâre just so sweet and pretty and steveâs a little reckless sometimes - knows thereâs a strong possibility of him fucking your face, making you gag, making your eyes water and oh my god why am i getting harder?
âcâmere, steve,â you call, beckoning him with your finger. âif you donât like it, i can stop.â
but when you start, christ. steve couldnât possibly tell you to stop. not with the drool dripping down his cock and disappearing past his balls, not when his head feels so light and his stomach somersaults like this. you make him feel so good, taking nearly all of him into your mouth in relatively quick time. your hand grips the base of him, twisting it around his cock, your spit acting as lube.
heâs going to toss and turn all night wondering why youâre so good at this. who you practiced on. how jealous he is that heâs not been your first, your one and only.
but for now, heâs focused on not falling over. your hands grip his thighs. they shake, all the way to his ankles, and he doesnât even have anything to fall back on. but he isnât strong enough to ask to move to a seated position. he might explode if you stop for even a second.
âoh, baby, baby, baby,â he blabs. doesnât even really know what heâs saying. head back, eyes closed, a hand tangled in your hair solely to stay grounded. he wants to fuck his hips so bad into the tight wetness of your throat but he knows better. that youâll choke, splutter, get all teary eyed and oh my god why is that making me so hard?
steve steals a glance down at you and groans. your hairâs a mess, eyes wet when you look up and him. your chin spit-slick. âso goddamn pretty,â he breathes, gently scratching the top of your head with his blunt fingertips. âjesus, angel, that â shit, feels so good.â
heâs about to snap. you pull off of him, which is both a relief and a frustration. your hand moves, though, while you talk up at him, voice a little raw. âknew youâd like it,â you breathe. âyou taste so good, steve. so pretty getting your cock sucked.â
steve gets real stupid when you give him attention. heâs just saying words now, no idea what they mean. just babble. heâs relieved again when his stomach starts tensing. doesnât want to cum down your throat. jesus, that would be so embarrassing â
your mouth is back on him.
âbabe!â he almost shouts. âoh, goddamn it - wait-! iâm gonna â iâm gonna ââ
you look up at him. all determined. and he gets it.
and then he canât stop.
heâs spilling into you, and you move his cock farther into your throat so he can really cum in it. but itâs like steveâs body acts on its own. his hand tangles harsh in your hair and he ruts his hips slow into your mouth, shallowly, tip just kissing your throat.
he feels disgusting about it ten seconds after heâs done. pulls his cock out of your mouth and moves his hand away from your head. âshit, iâm sorry, im so sorry, i didnât mean toââ
âsteve,â you say. voice so sexy, all fucked out. âthatâs the hottest thing youâve ever done.â you kiss his tummy, nuzzling your nose into it. âyou can use my mouth anytime, you know.â
steve groans. wants to tell you to stop talking like that because heâs going to be hard again.
âyou really are hard to take,â you continue, kissing across his skin to one of his hip bones. âgoing to have to train my throat to take it, stevie.â
and, okay. now he is hard again.
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OMG i saw ur bf chris headcannons can u do a matt one now PLS
BF!MATT HEADCANNONS
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SFW!
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holy moly that is this manâs love language. literally adores giving you the princess treatment.
for example, if you notice your shoe is untied heâll immediately kneel to tie it for you.
once you wouldnât let him tie it, so he made you untie it so he could do it.
âyou want me to⌠untie my shoe again?â
âyeah?â
doing late-night drives with you is his number one thing, especially when he has anxiety. putting music on low is a must.
loves animals. bonus is your dog/cat.
even if your pet does not want to be smothered heâll do it anyway.
NSFW!
the first time you guys had sex he saw the bulge in your stomach and freaked the fuck out LMAO
âOH MY GOD WHY IS IT DOING THAT?!?!â
âyouâre balls deep inside me, bro.â
âoh right.â
he wants to fuck you slow and sensual really bad, but he canât help himself most of the time.
matt thrusts softly, moans and pants heard from the two of you. you wanted to take it nice and easy today, and matt respected your wishes. thatâs until moments later, his head is in the crook of your neck as he whimpers uncontrollably, the rutting of his hips becoming faster and deeper.
âm-mattââ
âiâm sorry i canât help it. you feel too good.â
post sex, he says the most insane shit.
âisnât it crazy that my entire dick can fit inside you?â
âwhatâŚâ
since there seem to be people around at all times, car sex is the best bet. will admire the way you look on top of him: tits bouncing in his face and all.
đđđ đĽđ˘đŹđ!
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