#and i always felt like a kiss ass giving them gifts and like... they were from my mom lmao

[thirteendaysintaunton]

did anyone else's mom/dad make you give your teachers presents for the holidays or was my mom just that weirdly generous?

[punkkture]

simon cant help but spoil you rotten. every time he comes home from deployment you can ensure youre going to be met with an abundance of blooming flowers in a large bouquet. on occasion he would even bring home new perfumes from different countries he’d be deployed to.

but more often than not . . . the first gift would be his lips melting into yours as anything he had in his hands would be dropped. his fingers now groping at the plush material of your sweater, tugging it off as a groan left his mouth and was swallowed by yours. he was moving with fervor and a new sense of desire he would forget he had until he had you infront of him again. after months of being surrounded by metallic smells and gruff voices, all he wanted was to get you underneath him, get you looking up at him with that sense of yearning those pretty eyes always held. his palms now roaming to grip the fat on your thighs and ass. shoving you against him so harshly you thought he would never let go.

“oh god baby . . you don’t understand how bad i need this” he would plead with you. the way his hands were gripping at you, there was no doubt that you had no room to argue. your love had made it home safe, he deserved anything he wanted right now. and if that meant five rounds of his heavy cock slamming into you over and over again on the living room floor, you’d give it to him.

his hand grabbed your face, moving your head to look at him, you were all dazed and fucked out of it by the second round, “there she is . .” he would arrogantly say with a sense of breathlessness. “you ready for more? you gonna take it all for me?” simon’s cocky voice would ring through your ears like a mantra of prayer when he had you like this. pleads, mumbles, whines, whimpers, any incoherent noise you could make he would fuck out of you.

his thick and fatty cock stretching you out as you quivered around him six, seven, eight different times in the span of an hour. he would groan and praise you every time you came around him. you could tell he was close when he would lean down close to you and bite at your neck, his strong hands squeezing your hips.

“si- simon please” you would pant out as he fucked you against the living room floor. you didn’t know what you were begging for. begging and pleading for more is what simon took it for. so he had you underneath him until you were almost completely incoherent. you couldnt count how many times you had finished for him, it never felt like enough for him

soon enough however, simon would be holding you up off of the floor, bundling you up and laying you down on the couch with a sweet kiss. going back to the foyer where he had left the flowers and gifts. breathlessly grabbing them and coming back to you with them in his hands. “got these for you” he would smile.

cai bot to accompany this —> lol

[cherrygirlfriend]

bsf!rafe gets jealous because of reader

warning: smut!! bathroom funtimes (again?) MDNI these two are always making each other jealous why do they match each other's freaks like that and where do i get that ... also sorry

rafe was always so territorial and possessive when it came to something, or someone he deemed as his, and even though he had a girlfriend, in his eyes, you belonged to him.

you weren't sure if it was the booze, or just your naturally jealous personality, but seeing him have his arm thrown around sofia's shoulder at the party he had thrown felt like someone stabbed you in the chest, the way he whispered into her ear making you feel nauseous, bringing back every time you'd seen him kiss her the way he kissed you, when he'd pretend like you were nothing but his best friend in front of her, only to drag you to the closest bedroom the moment he had the chance. and at that moment, you'd had enough.

usually, when guys came up to flirt with you, you'd ignore them, but when a tall, dark-haired guy you recognized as one of your old classmates approached you, it was as if the devil perched on your shoulder was telling you to take advantage of the situation. and you were never one to look a gift horse in the mouth.

so, after a few moments spent catching up with your old classmate, you started flirting with the boy, and it was as if 'subtle' wasn't a word in your vocabulary, your hand pressed on his bicep while you bit down on your lower lip, making sure to look at him with the best bedroom eyes you could muster up while the boy's hand slid onto your waist; a part of you felt so silly for doing that, but an even bigger part of you was desperate for some kind of reaction out of rafe.

you pretended not to notice the way rafe was looking at you, his hand clenching around his solo cup, the boy running a hand over his blonde buzzcut as his jaw tightened, the veins on his arm looking as if they were going to burst out of rage.

every part of you was enjoying making him feel the way you always felt when you saw him with sofia, and so you leaned closer to the boy's ear, giving him permission to move his hand onto your ass.

and when rafe saw the way the boy's hand slid onto the round curve of your ass, it was as if all of the blood was drained out of his face, the feeling in his chest only made worse by the way you giggled at something the brunette had said. he unattached himself from sofia, telling her and his friends that he'd go get something to drink, the group going right back to their previous conversation.

you could see him approach you in the corner of your eye, but you acted like you didn't care, and whatever the brunette was saying to you was the most interesting thing ever, even though you were barely listening to a thing he said, it going in one ear and out the other.

when you heard rafe clear his throat, the blonde now standing right next to you, a shiver ran down your spine and you wondered how such a small thing was enough for a rush of arousal to hit you.

"heyyy, can i talk to you?" he asked, and you turned to look at him nonchalantly, the boy you were talking to now turning to look at him in confusion.

"sorry, i'm kind of busy." you said with a spiteful smile, but it seemed like rafe wasn't taking no for an answer, and before you could even finish the sentence, his hand was wrapped around your arm. you cleared your throat, turning to the boy you were talking to with a friendly smile. "sorry, i'll be right back."

you let rafe drag you into the bathroom, the boy locking the door behind him as he pushed you against the tile wall, his hands on your hips, so dangerously close to the hem of your dress, his hot breath on your face.

"what the fuck was that?" he asked in a rough, low voice, and you could feel his erection pressing against your abdomen, only heightening your own arousal. "why the fuck were you talking to him?"

"you were clearly busy." you shrugged, "i thought i'd give a chance to someone who wants me for something other than a quick fuck."

"you serious?" he scoffs, one of his hands moving to hold onto your chin as he tilts your head back so you'd look at him, "i know guys like that, the only thing he wants from you is exactly that."

"you're one to talk."

when rafe processed what you'd just said, it was as if someone had slapped him in the face. he hated to admit it, but you were right. he had treated you as if you were just some hook-up, instead of his best friend since you were both children. but he knew you'd never understand why he did that, why he kept you at a distance, the tight grip he had on your hip now loosening a bit. he cleared his throat, but you could still hear some tightness in it, as he whispered into your ear, his pupils widened to cover half of his pretty blues, "let me make it up to you, baby."

and somehow, before you even knew it, you were once again sitting on the bathroom counter, holding onto the marble countertop with your dear life, your panties lost somewhere on the bathroom floor while his tongue lapped up the arousal soaking your folds before his lips attached themselves to your clit, sucking on it while his fingers thrust in and out of you.

your dress was hiked up to your waist, rafe's muscular arms holding onto your thighs while he knelt in front of the counter, your arms wobbling while they tried to hold you up, by the counter your loud moans covered up by the music coming from the living room.

you hated the fact that only rafe was able to do this to you - to drive you this crazy, to make you feel this good. you'd tried being with other guys, but nothing felt quite as good as being with him, and it made you curse yourself for ever letting him touch you in the first place.

but none of that was on your mind as you let your orgasm wash over you, moaning his name like it was the only word you could remember, while the blonde started slowing down his movements, letting you ride out your orgasm.

when your breathing was finally starting to settle down, you hopped off the counter onto your wobbly legs, pulling down your dress to cover your thighs, pulling rafe by the collar of his shirt until his lips met yours in an electrifying kiss, tasting yourself on the blonde boy's lips.

after a moment, you pulled away from him, feeling his erection press against your abdomen, your hand trailing down his chest until it met the waistband of his jeans, pulling him closer to you by his belt. "your turn?" you suggested, biting down on your lip. rafe grinned, going in for another kiss until you simply pulled away from him, taking a few steps back and booping his nose playfully, your long nails making it look even more comical. "nah, i don't think so, baby."

rafe looked at you with furrowed brows as he took a few steps closer to you, his hands trying to attach themselves to your waist, but you only stepped back.

"i'm not gonna be some quick fuck for you anymore. guess you'll just have to settle for your girlfriend."

you tore off the locket he had given you, the one with the initials r.c as well as a picture of you two, throwing it somewhere on the floor before you walked out of the bathroom without looking back, leaving him to stand there on his own while you made your way back to the party, a newfound determination running through your veins. you wouldn't let him use you again.

[raven-cincaide]

Boyfriend! Megumi’s worst enemy wasn’t cute boys trying to whisk you away or party girls who urged a naive little you into (fun) trouble - even if there was plenty of that for him to worry about as well. No, his worst enemy was gifting you a gift.

Boyfriend! Megumi has pried himself on being a smart gift giver. Bragged how easy giving gifts came to him: he always gave his friends what they needed to make their lives easier, better, and more practical. A gimmicky pair of slippers to Yuji after Goto stole his favourite ones; a handheld portable sewing machine for Nobera after she (again!) threw a fit over the tiniest of holes in her newly bought trademark sweater, a posh grinding stone for Maki and a half-joking visit to a fancy Sushi restaurant for Inumaki-senpai after which he expanded his vocabulary with half a dozen new sushi-related words! Yet when it came to you, he was stooped.

Boyfriend! Megumi hated that he was so uncertain about what to get You. Something practical felt too cheap, like he reduced your place in his life to ‘just friends’; jewellery felt thoughtless and impersonal. All those pretty skincare and make-up sets bore the same thoughtless touch while also posing the risk of you taking his gift as a critique. On the other hand, clothes felt too personal and posed the risk of making the entire interaction awkward if he guessed your size, style, and design wrong. Damnit. 

Boyfriend! Megumi pushed aside several neatly wrapped boxes, making them tumble off his bed to be forgotten on his for-once-messy floor. His attention turned to the remaining similar boxes of different shapes and sizes, all individually wrapped in various papers, with only bows and rosettes to tell them apart. What about a spa weekend? Everyone liked those things, right? Or a date night? Or maybe... 

Boyfriend! Megumi barely noticed his dorm room door creek open and your soft padding of plush socks against his wooden floors. He barely hid a smile as you snuck up in front of him and waved your hand in his face. As if he wouldn’t notice you. Then, in the middle of your wave, you noticed all the gifts that littered his bed, 

"Ohh! Are we wrapping gifts? Is that why you called me? But it looks like you’re already done-" 

"-Pick a number", Megumi cut you off, not looking at you. 

Boyfriend! Megumi tried not to jump out of his skin from the nerves or too obviously chew the inside of his cheek as you stared at him with those huge owl-like eyes, as you processed his words. 

“ehhhh? Okay.. 3, I guess?” you sounded uncertain, almost afraid, as if trying to guess what kind of psychological game or scare tactic he was playing. Or what were you supposed to do with the neatly wrapped flat box he placed in your hands? Your tense shoulders and half-bent knees conveyed that you expected the box to turn into a jump scare at any second. 

Boyfriend! Megumi made a mental note to kick Yuji’s ass for showing you Human EarthWorm three. He better not think about showing you the fifth one, lest you become too scared of your own damned shadow. 

Boyfriend! Megumi makes a motion for you to open the gift.

“Is it.. for me?” you asked, and he has to bite back a sarcastic reply. Instead, he merely nodded. He waited with batted breath as you slowly unravelled a signed copy of the newly released book in your favourite series, silently praying that you haven’t bought it yet. When you squealed in delight and jumped on his neck, Megumi knew you hadn't and breathed a sigh of relief. He quickly wrapped his arms around your waist and held you close. He felt like he had aged five years trying to pick a gift for you. 

Boyfriend! Megumi felt proud of himself as you thanked him for the millionth time. “You’re welcome,” he said, kissing your forehead. “You can have another one later,” he added before he could stop himself. 

You pause mid-cheer as the penny drops: “ Wait? If this is gift 3, then are there more gifts? How many more?” 

“Later” Boyfriend! Megumi responded with a hint of a playful smile on his lips. The kind that said that you might just have to work a little bit for those other gifts… 

[natlovesls2]

Sitting, Waiting, Wishing

Lando x Fem!Reader

*ੈ✩‧₊˚warnings: MDNI 18+, smut, unprotected sex, oral (female receiving), gaslighting, sexism/ internalized misogyny, swearing, no use of y/n, some plot but not much, rushed, grammar mistakes, etc. Please remember that this is fiction, and in no way represents Lando as a person

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚summary: You love Lando but he does not feel the same, no matter how long you've waited (For the most part its just inspired Sitting, Waiting, Wishing from the In Between Dreams album, as the title of the fic says)

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You had always made it painfully clear to Lando that your feelings for him were anything but platonic. If the constant heart eyes weren't enough to prove it then the little gifts and compliments surely should have made it abundantly clear. Surely he wasn’t THAT oblivious, and he wasn’t. You had often heard him boasting to his friends about your everlasting and eager love for him. There was one such instance that you remembered quite well– he had asked you to be his date to some event, in which you had, of course, ended up alone. “Thanks for agreeing to be my date, don’t know what I’d do without you,” he had said as if it even mattered that you were there. 

You watched Lando interact with some bitch he met at– long having forgotten about your presence. Sometimes it felt as if you were a stranger who was invading his space– uninvited and unwanted. She hadn’t wronged you in any way and, yet, you hated her. You hated her stupid face and her stupidly short dress that made her look like a cheap whore. It was obvious that it had to be the reason he was so enamored with her, she looked easy and Lando loved easy girls– and she was practically begging to be fucked. She wrapped her hand around Landos arm and you wished you would walk over to them and break her fucking arm. 

He made it very clear that night that he would never love you, at least not in a romantic sense, he's made that perfectly clear. But no matter how many times he humiliates you, you will fight for his affection, always. Even if that affection comes in the form of lust and only ever is lust.

His constant disregard for your feelings led you to promise yourself that you wouldn’t find yourself in this position with Lando again. In fact, you had sworn that last time would be the final time you found yourself tangled in his bed sheets. Truthfully you had never been strong minded, always giving up on those fitness challenges and never finishing the long books you bought with the intent to feel smart and accomplished. But you were tired of being so destructive– of ruining yourself for someone who obviously didn't give a rats ass. Maybe that's why you were in his apartment, to end it all– at least that's what you were telling yourself. It was all rather pathetic: the look you gave him as he went on about whatever he‘d been going through before you had gotten there. 

“I don’t know what I’d do without you,” he whispered, bringing his hands to rest on either side of your hips, occasionally rubbing circles with his thumbs. You knew what he’d be doing if you weren’t there, fucking whatever bimbo threw herself at him. He pulled you closer, resting his head in the crook of your neck, “You’re awfully quiet– what's going on in that pretty little head of yours?” he asked, pressing gentle kisses to your neck. You could feel yourself begin to give into his intentions– you never were good at saying no to him. After all, your plan to avoid him and kick him out of your life altogether had lasted nearly two weeks… more like five days, but stretching the truth has never hurt anyone.

“Nothing,” you sigh, threading your fingers through his hair, slowly melting into his touch. You could resist the feeling his voice and touch brought upon you. You suppose that's why you’re here again, clothes slightly askew and hair a messy tangle. His hands eagerly explore the expanse of your body, lips impatiently marking down your neck. “I've missed this so much,” he raggedly whispers against your shoulder, rolling his hips against your own. His hands continue to wander, coming to rest at your clothed breasts, gently squeezing them. 

You pull his head up, body leaning into his in a heated kiss– feeling the vibration of his moans against your lips. This wasn’t something you were particularly proud of, but it kept him close to you. It allowed him to show an ounce of affection towards you, even if that affection was pure and unfiltered lust. “Need you,” you whispered in between rushed kisses, trailing kisses down the side of his jaw.  

“I know” he grunted, movements slowing as he brought his hands up your thighs and under your skirt, fingers ghosting over your underwear. Gently applying pressure to your clothed clit, stopping only to move your panties to the side, “God, baby, you’re already so wet.” He teasingly ran his finger up your slit and back down, only inserting the tip of his finger. Lando smirked down at you when you greedily attempted to shift your hips in hopes of getting some sort of relief. He kissed the expanse of your thighs, pulling your underwear down your legs and away. A few more kisses were placed on your thighs before he turned his attention to your pussy, teasingly licking and kissing the area. 

“Please,” you let out a whine as he slowly inserted a finger into your needy and begging pussy. He chuckled at the strangled moan that left your mouth, pressing kisses down your body, wrapping his lips around your swollen clit. He continued to work his finger in and out of your pussy, adding another after a while, getting you ready for what was to come.

“Take this off,” he mumbled against your cunt, impatiently pulling the hem of your shirt up exposing your stomach, urging you to pull it off the rest of the way. You pulled the shirt off, tossing it aside before doing the same with your bra.

Your thighs involuntarily close around his head as he curls his fingers, thrusting them a few more times before removing them. He smirked at you, watching as your chest rapidly rose and fell, pushing his face further between your thighs– lapping up your arousal. The slurping like noise coming from between your thighs, giving you a wave of embarrassment as you reached down to tug at his curls. He fucked his tongue in and out, occasionally pulling fully out to run it up to your clit– swirling the nub around. His fingers found their way inside you again as he noticed your brows furrow together, a sign you were getting closer to coming. He increased his speed as your back arched, whines becoming loud moans as you clench around his fingers. 

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that,” he whispers, kissing up your body, wrapping his mouth around your left nipple, cupping and groping your other boob. 

“Mm” you whine, reaching a hand down to massage at his bulge. You felt him smirk against your breast, letting it go with an audible pop.

“So impatient, so desperate for a good fucking, huh?”

You nod rapidly, pushing at his pants, watching as he unbuttons his pants and kicks them off along with his underwear. He smirks as you open your legs wider, wincing slightly as he strokes his almost painfully hard dick, lining it up to your entrance. Perhaps you should have cared a little more as he pushed in with a condom, but in the moment it felt good to be wanted.

 A shuddered breath left you as he began to thrust, strong and steady, the faint sound of skin slapping against skin sounding in the room. “Feels so fucking good,” shakily said, wrapping your legs around Landos waist. Truly it felt as if your whole body had been lit on fire, you were burning with desire. 

“I know it does, baby– shit,” he grunted, slamming his hips against your own at a fast pace, snaking his hand down to rub tight circles against your clit. You clenched around him, quickly reaching your second orgasm. He sped up, holding your hips down, the headboard slamming against the wall. With a deep groan Lando came, spilling inside of you, he pulled out laying down beside you. 

“You don’t need me to drive you home do you?” he asked tiredly, voice a little shaky. 

“No, I drove here.” You stood up collecting your clothes, slipping them on one article at a time. The embarrassment began to seep in, tears pricking at the corners of your eyes. You sighed, turning to face Lando who now sat at the edge of his bed, “I can’t do this anymore, Lando.”

“Do what?”

“God, you know what I mean!” you said exasperatedly, running a hand through your sweaty and unruly hair.  

“I don’t, so why don't you enlighten me?” he said back, his tone shifting to something more harsh instead of the innocent tone he had been using.

“Us– this whole back and forth thing. I can’t– I just… I love you and you don’t love me. And I can’t continue to be the person you only use when you need them.”

“What?” he rose from his spot, glaring at you.

“God, don’t act like you haven’t noticed– I’ve made it pretty fucking obvious, Lando,” you raised your voice, pointing an accusatory finger at him.

“You haven't–” he started. 

“Yeah, because sleeping with you isn't obvious enough. Just cut the bullshit.”

“I don’t know what you expect of me, I thought you were okay with being friends– we’ve had this conversation before, you said it was fine,” he took a step closer to you, eyes glaring into your own. He was challenging you, like he always did, because he knew you always gave in. Always accepted whichever shitty excuse he gave. Always accepted the whole “I’m not ready for a relationship” spiel. 

“Friends don’t fuck eachother, Lando.”

“Well we do, and if you can’t accept that we’ll never be more than friends then you can take your slutty ass out of here.” This was your breaking point. It hadnt been his abandonment at parties, or the way he bragged about how you let him fuck you to his friends, or the sheer lack of care for your emotional wellbeing. No, it was the way he had spat that word at you– slut. That's all you had been throughout the majority of your friendship. A hole that had been willing to be filled.

You started at him, mouth agape with disbelief, “You’re a fucking asshole. Oh my god, how did I not notice,” you let out a humorless laugh, shoving him out of the way. And as you walked out of his home, you felt a weight lift off your shoulders. You had a lot to learn and unlearn.

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*ੈ✩‧₊˚note: this was my first time writing smut, so I apologize if it sucks or makes no sense. feedback is appreciated, but please be nice because I scare easily lol

[mattslolita]

꒰ older bf!matt sturniolo ꒱ ⟡ headcanons !

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𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

love showing his affection for you, whether it'd be little forehead kisses or holding your hand, he always shows you affection.

he loves giving you gentle rubs along your back, and his hand is always on your thigh comfortingly everywhere you go.

when his hand isn't intertwined with yours, it's in the back pocket of your jeans or on your waist above your little miniskirt.

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

spoil the fuck out of you.

when you're out shopping or at the mall and he sees the way your eyes will roam longingly over a certain top or some pretty stockings, he's instantly putting them in your cart.

he never lets you pay for your own stuff. he's a rich youtuber, there's no way he's not gonna smother you with gifts or whatever you want.

"matt, it's okay i can pay-"

"relax doll, don't you worry your pretty little head about paying. you know i'm gonna pay regardless."

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

do random acts of dominance, always showing you that he was in charge.

he'd open doors for you, bend down to tie your shoes for you, have an almost death grip on your waist when you were out in public.

give any man who even looked your way a death glare and if he felt necessary he'd go as far as to start a fight if needed.

be so possessive. you're his girl.

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

be there to comfort you when you were feeling down.

he'd wipe away your tears and hold you close as you told him about whatever was saddening, frustrating, or angering you.

if you were on your period, he's instantly bringing home some pain medicine, chocolates, and whatever snacks you want.

"i'm at the store right now angel, whatcha in the mood for?"

"can you please bring me some hershey's kisses? and i want oreos, too."

"anything for you, sweetheart."

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

make you his number one priority, literally dropping anything he's doing just to make sure you're okay.

if you called about being sick, he's bringing you medicine. when he gets home to you, he'll give you a massage if you request one.

if you needed a ride anywhere, best believe you're his passenger princess! his hand will rub soft circles on your thigh as you ride around with him.

"can you pick me up from sasha's at around twelve?"

"of course sweetheart, just call me when you're ready."

"i love you baby, i'll see you later!"

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

call you all these cute pet names — 'sweetheart', 'doll', 'angel', 'princess,' 'pretty girl'.

he'd have a special one he calls you, one that reminds him of you because of your style and the clothes you wear, always prancing around in your grey or pink mini skirts with little ribbons lining your hair, you reminded him of a snow bunny.

"matt please, i miss you! can we stay like this for a little longer?"

"c'mon bunny, you know I have to work. i'll make it up to you tonight, alright sweet girl?"

"i'll be waiting!"

𝒐𝒍𝒅𝒆𝒓!𝒃𝒐𝒚𝒇𝒓𝒊𝒆𝒏𝒅!𝒎𝒂𝒕𝒕 𝒘𝒐𝒖𝒍𝒅…

take his time while pleasuring you — he's all about taking care of you first, making sure he does you right.

"fuck, you feel so good, matt..."

"yeah? my tongue makin' you feel good, angel? cum for me."

he uses his older age to his advantage, always telling you how much he wants to ruin your innocence while he's fucking you in missionary.

"fuck, you feel so good squeezing my cock. such an innocent girl, didn't know you could be so dirty..."

"i'm gonna ruin you princess, this sweet ass pussy belongs to me."

"look me in my eyes sweet girl, need to see you when i fuck my seed inside of you."

lil 💌

older!boyfriend!matt brainrot is too real i fear.

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[jesuistrestriste]

ART 👏🏾 DONALDSON 👏🏾IS 👏🏾 A👏🏾 THIGHS 👏🏾 MAN👏🏾

Thank you for coming to my Ted talk

art likes anything that has to do with your thighs. he truly lives and breathes for any opportunity to play with them, and he'd be lying if he said that it wasn’t like a moth to a flame.

when you're sitting down on the couch, he has his head in your lap resting over your thighs.

when you're laying down with him in bed, he kneads and squeezes and palms your fleshy limbs under the covers. it helps him sleep sometimes. it also makes him ever so slightly (very much) aroused, but he usually tries to ignore that at bedtime when you're already exhausted.

when he's down on his knees for you, your panties off and your legs spread, he makes sure to give your thighs extra attention. 'tender loving care', he had called it one time. eating you out makes him cum quick, usually untouched, so he opts to kiss and suckle and nip at your thighs for a while beforehand so that he can delay this (and hopefully make you cum before he gets a chance to). he leaves tons of lovebites every time, but you like the way they look when you're naked in the mirror before a shower or when you're getting dressed, so it doesn’t really matter. he, of course, loves the look of them too. he likes looking at the small, muddled patches of purple and red on your delicate skin. it makes him feel proud. among other things..

one year, on his 29th birthday, he had sheepishly asked you something that you were surprised he hadn't asked years prior.

"Can I— only if you want to— but can I please fuck your thighs..?"

and wow, did that get your core bubbling with heat.

it was his birthday, so of course you had said yes. even if it wasn't his birthday, you knew you didn't need to be asked twice. you'd give him whatever he asked for — he was always so good to you, so he deserved it all.

first, he bent you over the bed, one hand pressing down on the small of your back, and then he pulled down your underwear. he slipped two fingers over your soaking folds and slid them back and forth to feel you; little moans slipping out of lips as his cock throbbed and bobbed in front of him. you actually felt his tip brush against your ass a few times as he struggled to resist the urge to just drop to the floor and lick you all over.

he knew he wouldn't last long just from feeling you up like that, so he then took his cock in his hand and gingerly slotted it between your thighs and right below your mound. you had hung your head down against the comforter as his had tipped back in pure, unadultered pleasure. his brows knitted together as an anguished whine spilled out from his chest.

he started out slowly, sliding his leaking cock in and out of where it was trapped between your limbs, but he had gotten close much faster than he usually had when he was actually inside you. every thrust had his cockhead bumping and rubbing your clit. he picked up the pace pretty quickly, rapidly pumping himself back and forth as you crossed your legs and squeezed your plush thighs together to give him more needed pressure. you knew what he liked, you knew what would make him feel best, and you knew that you had wanted to make that birthday gift feel special, so you started to talk a little here and there. you mumbled obscenities, some praise, and groaned out words that you were certain would make his brain fuzzy.

"you like my thighs, babe?"

“you like fucking my pretty legs?”

“doin’ so good, art.. god, i feel you leaking..”

he keened, nodding behind you as his cock pulsed.

"Mm— yeah, yes.. oh my god, yes.. yes yes yes-!”

it didn't take long for him to grip your hips as he bucked against you, spilling a hot sticky load between your squishy flesh as he used your body to stroke his tip.

after he came down, his forehead on the nape of your neck, he whispered something to you as his legs trembled.

"Can we do that again tomorrow night?"

and of course, you had said yes.

[inkedinshadows]

A Little Help

Day 20: Toys — Azriel x f!reader

Warnings: fingering, oral (f receiving), buttplay

Word count: 789

A/N: I don't think they have vibrators in Prythian, but oh well. Azriel would 100% use them on his mate so who cares

Your biggest mistake ever was probably introducing your mate to your sex toys. You didn’t have many, just two dildos and a vibrator, but Azriel had learned everything he could about them and now you had a pretty little assortment. He once told you that he had used them a few times with some previous partners over the centuries, but always thought they were best suited for some alone time.

With you, though? He loved the idea of adding new layers of pleasure. After he had made sure they didn’t replace the pleasure he could give you with his fingers, mouth, or cock alone, of course.

“Talk to me, angel. Does that feel good?”

Lying on the bed, ass up in the air, you felt stuffed. Azriel had slowly inserted a butt plug, and now that it was just sitting there, he was kneading your cheeks while he waited for your answer.

“Yes,” you quickly replied, glancing at him over your shoulder with a smile. “Gods, yes, it feels good.”

Azriel gifted your ample backside with a kiss. “Good. Because it also looks really nice.”

You wiggled your ass toward him as you chuckled, and he gave you a playful slap that only served to make you wetter than you already were.

“Azriel…” you murmured, mood suddenly shifted to needy and pleading.

He caught on immediately and lowered his mouth to your dripping cunt. But he only licked a stripe up of your folds, humming as you sucked in a breath, and then pulled back again.

You turned to him with a frown, but he was reaching for the small vibrator he had previously set aside. He switched it on before handing it to you, the low whirring sound filling the otherwise silent room.

“I want you to use it for me.” His voice was a sensual purr. “Make yourself feel good while I taste you.”

“I already feel good when you taste me,” you countered, but took the toy anyway.

Azriel smirked, as if that was the answer he was expecting. “Oh, I know, love.”

You smiled back and waited for him to suck on your folds again before you positioned the vibrator against your clit. A soft groan left your lips at the combined stimulation of tongue and toy and the pressure of the butt plug.

Azriel feasted on you like a starved man, thrusting his tongue inside you until your legs were shaking and holding the vibrator in place became difficult. Your lewd sounds grew louder, and your moan was muffled by the pillow when he pushed two fingers inside you.

“Az… fuck, don’t stop,” you mumbled, your free hand twisting the silk bedsheets, eyes closed.

“I’m not stopping.” He grabbed your wrist that held the vibrator. “But you have to keep it there, angel.”

The toy was slowly moving further away from your clit because your hand was shaking so much, but now that Azriel was holding it up for you, the pleasure seemed to grow tenfold, and you began panting.

His mouth roamed up and down the back of your thighs, leaving gentle kisses and little nips on the soft skin as he thrust his fingers in and out of you. When he curled them again to hit that sensitive spot deep inside you, it pushed you off the edge.

Your orgasm barreled through you like a tidal wave. His name rolled off your tongue one, two, three times while he held your hand in place. He curled his fingers once more, dragging out your pleasure while he murmured sweet nothings that you barely heard.

Once you settled again, doing your best to hold yourself up on shaking legs, Azriel pulled his fingers out and licked them clean with a low hum before taking the vibrator from you and switching it off.

He helped you turn around, lying you on your back as he leaned over you. His wings blocked out most of the light as he kissed you. You whined softly when he withdrew so soon.

“You did so good, angel,” he whispered, a hand caressing your side. “Can you take my cock now? Or do you need a break?”

You shook your head and cupped his cheeks to pull him down for another kiss. “No break,” you murmured against his lips. “I want your cock.”

Azriel gently bit your lower lip before he leaned back to kneel between your parted legs. “That’s my girl.”

His fingers brushed the plug still inserted in your butt, and a silent question entered his hazel eyes when he looked at you again.

You didn’t need to think about it. You smiled, and he did the same, already knowing what your answer would be.

“Leave it in.”

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[munsonsmixtapes]

hiii i’m wondering if i could put in a request??? 💕

it’s my birthday today and i cannnotfft stop thinking about waking up to eddie (munson btw) just slurping at my pussy 😵‍💫😵‍💫😵‍💫 and he just wants to love you and show you how much he loves you by fucking you like you guys are animals in heat and we’re just going at it like rabbits 🤤🤤

Sorry this is a bit late, but happy belated birthday, lovely! I did change it up a little bit, but I still hope you like it!

Eddie Munson x fem!reader

CW: MDNI (18+) smut (p in v) unprotected sex (wrap it before you smack it) anal, oral (fem receiving) Eddie leaves hickeys all over reader's body, Eddie has a slight degradation kink, cockwarming

Sun seeped in through the blinds, stirring you from your sleep. You turned to your left to see Eddie sleeping peacefully next to you. Every time you looked at him, you felt nothing but grateful to have a partner like him. Someone who cared for you, wanting to give you whatever he could if it meant you'd be happy.

Your gaze moved to the shining diamond on your ring finger, holding it up so the sun could shine on it. Eddie had proposed the night before and you were still in disbelief that you had lucked out so well in the romance department.

You felt Eddie pressed his lips to your bare shoulder, moving closer so you could feel his bare, rock hard cock against your ass. You both had been tangled in the sheets for hours to celebrate your engagement and hadn't even bothered to change into pajamas. But that was how you both ended up most nights anyway, not being able to keep your hands off of each other, always ending up in the bedroom one way or another.

"Happy birthday," he whispered in your ear. "Do you want your gift now or later?" He asked, his breath tickling your neck.

"Now," you responded, knowing exactly what he was getting at. He rolled you onto your back and placed himself on top of you, taking no time to press his lips to yours.

"I did actually get you a gift, but thought I'd give you this first," he said against your lips.

"What'd you get me?"

"Later, hon," he pressed a kiss to your lips. "I'm about to do my best work." His lips moved to your cheek then down to your neck, licking and sucking on the spot, warming you up for the main event.

You grabbed onto his arms, letting him know that you were enjoying the feeling of his lips on your skin. A moan passed your lips and your grip got even tighter as his teeth grazed the skin. He knew exactly how to drive you wild, what made you go absolutely crazy.

Your back arched and you could feel your first orgasm rolling through you. You had never gotten there so fast, but Eddie was just so talented in that area. He was always able to make you cum in a matter of minutes, but that just meant that you could go for more rounds throughout the night.

His lips moved down to your collarbone, nipping and sucking at the skin, peppering it with kisses. He was fully intending to leave hickeys on every spot he could reach, wanting you to see just how much he loved you just by him using his mouth.

He finally got to your tits, wanting to give them special attention since he knew you liked it so much. He pressed a gentle kiss to the spot in between them then kissed it again, mixing in his tongue with it, letting it stroke against your warm skin. He then went in and gave the spot a rough suck, wanting it to be purple by the time he was done with it.

Eddie continued to lick and suck on the spot, knowing that you were loving it by how you were now tugging on his hair and the delicious moans that were falling from your lips. He had you where he wanted you and had no intention of stopping any time soon. It was your birthday and he had every intention making you feel like the queen you were.

"Fuck, Eddie," you moaned and he chuckled as he pulled away from you, absolutely eating up how fucked out you already looked. He couldn't wait until he was finally done with you to see what you looked like even though he very much knew.

"There's more where that came from, doll," he winked then moved over to one of your tits. He began to suck on the side of it and once he was done, he moved to the other side before going in for your nipple. He licked a stripe across it and looked down at you to see your glare. He loved to tease you and you fell for it every time.

"Eddie, please," you begged, wanting him to get on with it, feeling yourself already getting soaked. And if he didn't do something soon, you swore you were going to just have to do it yourself.

"Alright," he sighed. "I know it's your birthday, but that doesn't mean you get to act like a brat."

"Then stop teasing."

"Fine, but you asked for it." he went straight for your nipple, taking it between his teeth and giving it a tug.

"Fuck," you mewled, yanking his hair in response. You let out another scream as you reached your second orgasm in record speed. Eddie licked a stripe across your nipple before laying you back down onto to the mattress, letting you come down before he moved on.

Once you were all settled, he grabbed onto the blanket and pulled it over his as he moved lower, getting exactly where he had wanted to be all morning. He wasn't shy about letting you know that he liked eating you out the most. Nine times out of ten, that was what he was doing when the two of you were together. He just couldn't get enough of you and the way you tasted.

You sat up and rested your back against the headboard so it would be more comfortable and you felt him grab onto your thighs, spreading your legs apart and he took no time to dive in, going straight for your cunt.

You let out a gasp, the sensation of his mouth on your cunt always surprising you at first. Your hands moved to his hair once again in preparation as you knew you'd need something to grab on.

Eddie mouthed on your cunt, swirling his tongue around it before going in for a suck. It was soft at first, but quickly got harder as he got more desperate, more hungry for you.

Your fingers dug into his scalp as he worked, wanting this part to never end. He was always so good in this area, knowing exactly what to do to make you lose your goddamn mind every time.

He then licked a stripe along your slit, slowly, then moving his tongue back and forth at a rapid rate before grazing the sensitive spot with his teeth, that movement already unleashing something inside of you. Just when you were reaching the edge, he stuck his whole tongue inside of you, making you pull on his hair even harder.

“Fuck, oh my god, Eddie,” you whined. His tongue curved and hit just the right spot, making your vision go hazy. You reached your third orgasm, but Eddie was still going, fully intending to get you to your fourth. He wanted to see how many times he could make you cum that morning.

He continued, his tongue swirling, curving in another direction and by the way you were practically pulling his hair out, he could tell that you were close once again.

Your back arched one more time and this time you screamed his name, reaching completion and Eddie was reluctant to pull away, wanting to taste you forever. He could never get enough of it, fully content with doing it for hours and you would have let him.

You pulled the cover away from you so Eddie could move and he crawled up to rest his head on your chest, giving the two of you time to rest before you continued. One of your hands rested on his bare back, rubbing lazy circles along it while your other one moved to his hair, running your fingers through it, knowing that he wanted you to do so without even having to ask.

He pulled away briefly, resting his chin on your chest, wanting to look you in the eye, seeing that you were already looking at him with so much love in his eyes. God, he really did win the lottery with you.

You pushed his hair behind his ears then pressed a brief kiss to his lips before pulling away, a smile playing on your own that he couldn’t help but mimic. He really ridiculed love you with everything he had and now you were going to be his wife.

He grabbed hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to your ring before pulling away to admire it. He wasn’t trying to brag, but he nailed the choice, especially since he had caught you staring at it on multiple occasions the night before.

“I love you,” he said, no longer able to hide the smile on his face and god, did he have a pretty one. It was the one that you knew was only for you, all teeth, filled with nothing but pure joy and love, the whole thing in his loving eyes. The dark brown always softening when he looked at you.

“I love you too,” you replied, pulling him in for another kiss, this one longer, deeper, the two of you pouring out all the love you had for each other into it. And Eddie took no time to stick his tongue between your lips and you let him, eager to make it more hot as you were becoming hungry for him again.

His arms wrapped around your waist tightly, wanting you to feel his cock against you so you could see just how hard he was for you. And you took notice because you were quick to pull away from him, giving him that look that he knew all too well.

He didn’t bother grabbing a condom since he knew you liked to feel him inside you with no barrier. He didn’t do it often, but he thought this was a special occasion with it being your birthday and all.

He leaned up and lined his already very leaky cock with your cunt and pounded into you, knowing exactly what you needed and you moaned loudly at the sensation. He pinned you to the mattress and and continued, loving to see that you were already coming undone.

“You just lay there and look pretty, okay? This is about you and I want you to enjoy every minute.”

He continued to pound into you, his movements nothing but fast and hard and you already knew that you were going to have to call out of the work the next day if he was going to keep at it.

You watched him as your breathing picked up, looking down to where you were connected, loving how you well you fit together. Every time he fucked you, it was nothing but perfect as he knew exactly what you liked since you had been together for so long. And now you were going to be together forever.

You watched him, seeing his own orgasm building, never quite getting used to how hot he looked when he got off. The way his mouth was wide open, his hair all wild, pouring sweat. That image was burned into your head 24/7 and you would never get tired of seeing him like that.

“Taking me so well, doll. Think you can take all of me?” You didn’t know why he was asking. You could and had on multiple occasions.

“Know I can,” you breathed, feeling yourself slowly getting tired, but you weren’t quite finished. You still had a bit of energy left and you were fully prepared to keep going until your words were slurring.

Eddie kept pumping, each time slowly putting more of himself inside you until he fit the whole thing. He could see on your face that it was a lot, but knew that you would have been upset if you had told him to stop.

He could feel himself getting close and he quickly pulled out, letting his cum leak out all over his cock. He was quick to clean himself up and turned to the giant mirror that was sitting on top of the dresser that was across from the bed, wondering why he hadn’t thought of it sooner.

He faced it then slowly turned to you, the gears turning in his head as his idea was suddenly becoming the only thing he could think about. He had to fuck you in front of that mirror and he had to do it right then.

Eddie moved to end of the bed and held his hands out for you and you took them without question, putting your full trust in him just like always. He helped you up from the bed and wrapped his arms around your waist, helping you over to the dresser since he knew that your legs were already starting to feel like jello.

Your profiles were facing the dresser as he pressed his lips to yours, slow and sloven as he took his time. You were pliant under his touch as you let him take what he wanted, tilting your head to the side so he could reach you from another angle, his tongue sliding into your mouth once again. This time, he let it roam around the area, almost as if he was on the hunt for something, but really, he wanted to taste you, never getting tired of how your mouth always tasted so sweet no matter what.

“Turn around,” he commanded against your lips and you did as he asked, turning your back towards him. “Hands on the dresser.” You put your hands on the dresser and Eddie felt himself getting hard again as he thought about your hands scratching it, leaving nails marks into it as he pounded into your ass.

He roughly took your chin in his hand and forced you to look into the mirror. It was odd look at yourself post sex with your hair all wild and sweat making your skin sticky, but you kind of liked the way you looked. Staring at your bare chest was different, though. You hadn’t done it very often, but now you were able to get a good look at all of the hickeys that peppered it. It was something just between you and Eddie. A little secret.

“I want you to look at yourself when I fuck you,” he said, his voice low. “Want you to see what I see. Want you to get off on how hot you are.” You could feel yourself getting wet already because that always seemed to happen when he was bossing you around. You really wished he did more often. You loved being told what to do.

Eddie leaned forward, his lips right by the shell of your ear. His hot breath made goosebumps rise on your skin and you could have cum just from that alone. His other rested on your hip, his fingers digging into it. You let out a gasp, but couldn’t hide how much you liked it.

“And honey, you look so hot,” he said, his voice getting even lower. “Look at you. Fuck,” The last word came out so harsh, the air passing through his teeth making chill run down your spine. Just when you thought you were going weak in the knees, he brought your earlobe between his teeth and gave it a little nibble, causing a little laugh to pass through your lips.

He moved back, removing his hand from your face and bringing it down to your other hip, digging his fingers into it just like he had done with the other one. You had hoped that it would leave bruises, a physical reminder of the morning you had spent together.

“Stay just like that.” With seemingly no warning, he pounded into you and you watched yourself just like he told you to and seeing yourself moan was a whole different experience. Watching your mouth fall open and actually paying attention to the sounds you were making only made you feel more confident.

Eddie continued to pound into you, not being able to help but stare at you, seeing how in love with yourself you were becoming. Now you were seeing what he saw every time he fucked you. He wondered if that would have made you even more confident in the bedroom, wondering if now you’d boss him around.

“Yeah, that’s it. See how fucking got you are, doll?” But you weren’t looking at yourself anymore. You were looking at him. You liked seeing him from that angle. Finally seeing what he looked like when he was behind you made you feel even more connected to him.

“No,” you shook your head. “Only see how hot you are. I love how you look behind me.” You always knew exactly what to say to make him go weak in the knees.

“Just can’t get enough of me, can you?”

“Never.” He pounded even harder into you and tried to fight his smile as he saw how hard you were white knuckling the dresser. Your head was turning to the side and he couldn’t have that. You were getting close again and he really needed to see you watch yourself orgasm. It would be his wet dream come to life and he just wanted to be selfish for a split second.

He brought his hand up to your chin again and forced your gaze back to the mirror. You looked into it, getting close to your final orgasm of the morning. After this, there was no way you had anything left in you.

You looked into the mirror as you reached your peak, Eddie’s name falling from your lips in a scream. It was unlike anything you had ever experienced. If that was really what you looked like when you orgasmed, then no wonder Eddie always wanted to fuck you. You looked so hot and you weren’t even ashamed to admit it.

You continued to look at your reflection as you came down. Eddie had already pulled out, but you were afraid to move, your legs seconds away from giving out. He could see your sweat hands slipping from the dresser and was quick to pick you up. He carried you to the bed and laid you down on your side before placing himself on top of you, the thing he always did after you slept together.

And right on cue, he slid his cock inside with no intention other than cockwarming. And you let him as you thought that it was a far more intimate version of cuddling. Your arms wrapped around each other, the only sound that could be heard was the traffic outside your window and the sounds of your heavy breathing as you both calmed down from your activity.

Being there like that was something that you could have done forever. All you ever wanted was to be wrapped up in Eddie’s arms since that was the safest you ever felt. It was where you felt your most comfortable. It was home. And as you lifted your hand for both of you to look at your ring, all you could think about was how excited you were to start the next chapter with your fiancé.

[usahanamnesia]

gifts ᯓᡣ𐭩

sypnosis: you celebrate jaehyun's birthday by having drinks with friends and at the end of the day you're finally left alone with him to give him his final birthday present. content: drunk birthday sex, fem bodied reader, sub!jaehyun x dom!reader, also masochist!jaehyun x sadist!reader if we're being real here, usage of 'mommy' as a nickname for reader, puppy / baby boy pet names for jaehyun, edging, oral / handjob, riding, dacryphilia, slight overstimulation, no condom usage, semi-clothed sex word count: 3.8k a/n: I'm a little late so happy belated birthday 🎂 to jaehyun! 🥹 I hope he had a good one!!

it was the 4th of december, your precious boyfriend's birthday. you waited all day to finally get some alone time with him, after work you and the boys threw a little mini-party for him in your apartment.

and so, now you were here with jaehyun alone since the others already left, leaving the mess up to you to clean up later. although sungho would have probably been more than happy to help clean up, you wanted alone time with the birthday boy. jaehyun was laying in your bed as you greeted the very last person goodbye. you and the others don't get to drink much, so in the few times you do get to, you tend to over-do it a bit. although you could handle alcohol heaps better than your boyfriend.

you stood beside the bed, hovering over jaehyun as he scrolled on his phone. "so birthday boy, are you going to help me clean this mess up?" you asked, completely joking with your hands on your hips.

"but i'm too tired. i woke up so early for schedules and then I came straight here and it took forever to leave and I just wanted to be with you but I was also having fun so I wasn't going to tell everyone to leave," his drunken state left him rambling and pouty, "plus I want to just stay here and cuddle with you." he reached out his arms for you as an invitation to join him in bed, which you happily accepted. you crawled into bed and cuddled up against his chest.

the world felt a little dizzying to him right now and although he wasn't recognizing how much he would repeat the fact that he just wanted to lay down and be with you, that's truly how he felt and all he could think about. once you were in his arms he started getting all handsy, running his hand down your back and leading them to your ass and the other up your back. he was always so touchy but even moreso when drunk. he couldn't help it, he always claimed. you never minded though, as long as it was jaehyun you'd be fine with him touching you however he'd like.

"you can't possibly be tired though..," you looked up at him and started combing through his hair with your fingers. you hoped he'd be able to fight his exhaustion for what you had planned.

"whyyy not?" his drunken self consisted of drawn our words and a pouty voice. you truly could never get over how cute he was at any given moment.

"because I still need to give you your present," you spoke softly. he tilted his head at this statement, which made you giggle a little. he truly couldn't help being so puppy-like.

"then what was that present you gave me earlier?" as he spoke, his hands found their way under your shirt, playing with the hem of your bra. you swore he would unclasp it at any moment, he always wanted you braless. he was always so eager to touch your bare skin even if he couldn't go farther than that.

"that was just part one. you can cuddle with me afterwards."

"what's part two thennn?" he pouted, growing more impatient each second the longer he waited for an answer.

you start straddling his lap, leaning forward to sprinkle little pecks on his lips which started leading to proper kisses. he tasted like beer, which you usually hated but right now all you could think about was how much you had been wanting this. him working all the time and living with others gave you two such little time to have special moments like this.

"are you too tired for this part of your present?" you started unbuttoning your shirt, exposing yourself in only your bra with your skirt and your thigh high socks still on, "or am I not making it obvious enough at this point?" he smirked, his feelings were so much more easier to read when he was drunk, even when you thought that couldn't be possible. he was so eager.

truthfully, he had been hoping for this all day, moments with you alone were much more special to him when you guys were having sex but he never wanted you to feel pressured to. in reality you actually would love nothing more than to spend hours making him cum over and over again, as long as he's euphoric in the palm of your hands there's nothing else you'd rather do.

"noo.. I get it.. but I might be a little tired to do much," he teased although you could see the excitement grow within him, blushing and all. you knew he could never deny you, especially when he was so needy for you even when he wasn't drunk. he started letting his hands roam up your torso, fingers fiddling with the hem of your bra excited with the thought of what's underneath.

"that's fine then. I can take care of you, puppy." he seems a little shy and taken aback by the nickname, you felt him growing slightly hard at the statement.

as soon as you lean back into him to kiss, he indulges himself right away as much as he can. a kiss turns into full-out making out. it doesn't get much to rile up jaehyun, and he was already as hard as he could get.

he unhooks your bra and starts groping your breasts as he's kissing you. jaehyun really could never stop touching and letting his hands roam around your body. he adores your body so badly that it makes you shy. if it were up to him right now he'd be in-between your thighs right now, giving your thighs hickies and licking your cunt like it'd be the last thing he'd ever taste. but it was his birthday and you wanted to make him feel on cloud nine right now. you were sure that after today he'd want to return the favor when your birthday rolls around anyway.

in-between all the breathless kissing and small moans already leaving his mouth you grind down on his hard cock although his pants make the friction a little less satisfying. he still moans nonetheless, clearly wanting and needing you more and more.

"should we get these off of you, baby boy?" you breathe out as you tug on his pants. you drag your hand lower, teasing him slightly. all he can do is whine and nod. your heart swells, he's so adorable when he's like this. so needy and desperate that he finds it hard to speak, letting you do whatever you want with him. and yet, you still feel like torturing him.

"use your words," you continue to graze your hand over his bulge which caused him to jerk his hips up slightly.

"yes, m-mommy," you could see his eyes tear up a little, frustrated at the demand.

"yes what?"

"yes... please, mommy," he couldn't help but grind up a little against your hand. he loved the way your hand felt on his cock, even through layers of clothing.

you help him take off his pants and even his shirt, leaving him in his boxers. he was so fit and pretty, you felt so lucky that you have such a sweet and good-looking boyfriend. his puppy dog eyes looking up at you expectedly, his very pouty and oh so kissable lips, his skin that looked so smooth and ready for your touch, his stomach that was slightly toned and his cock that was already hard for you. every little bit of him made you want him more and more.

you start kissing his neck, even sucking a little here and there, intending to leave marks. usually he'd protest, always getting shy at the thought of people seeing hickies but he's already enjoying himself so much that he doesn't even think much of it right now. lick — suck. you pay special attention to his exposed collarbones, aiming to make him as sensitive as possible. lick — suck. you wanted everyone to know how good he spent his birthday. lick — suck.

you started to place small little kisses down his chest. his quickened breathing was so calming. he was completely at your mercy and you loved every bit of it.

when you get down to his nipples, you circle your tongue around them before sucking them off with a pop. his breath would hitch and his body would jerk slightly. they were one of his more extra sensitive spots. you continued trailing small kisses down his stomach after teasing his nipples for a bit longer.

when you reached down to his underwear, you lick his hard cock through his boxers. pre-cum leaked through them and jaehyun moaned a little, he was left already feeling so sensitive. he swore he could cum any second already but he wanted this to never end, so he was holding out as much as he could.

"I love how you're already so hard for me, my puppy," you lean in to kiss the tip. "always so good and ready for me." his breath shakes and he whines, feeling a mixture of impatience and pleasure.

you take off his boxers, exposing his dick and the cold air makes his breath hitch. you inch your lips to the tip of his cock.

"w-wait-" he says before your lips could make contact, "I want to cum in you."

"you'll get that if you can hold on long enough, do you think you can do that for me baby boy?" you wrap your hand around his cock, slowly stroking his shaft. his legs twitch, his brain getting mixed signals from being touched while also being told to hold back.

"I'll try-y" he says with an airy voice, clearly already struggling to keep it together.

you started by licking the base of his cock first. it felt so familiar in your mouth. the moans he had been holding in before started to spill out, pieces of "fuck" mixed in-between them. he reached out to hold onto your hair as you went down on him, fingers clumsily trying to clump together your hair together to grip onto properly. you swatted his hand away and pulled back. the sight of mix of saliva and pre-cum momentarily hanging off your lips before you wiped it off turned jaehyun on a little more if that was even possible at this point.

"not today, myungjae," you said before swallowing his cock again little by little, leaving no room for protest as you continued. jaehyun, a little confused, obliged nonetheless. if there was anything he knew how to do, it was to listen to you. he opted for holding onto the bedsheets, the pleasure being too good for him he felt like he was losing his mind.

"i-i'm gonna cu-um," jaehyun stuttered out, which made you pop off. all he could do was whine in protest, feeling frustrated from being suddenly pulled away from release.

you wrapped your hand around his dick and started stroking. jaehyun swore he was going to die from the way he knew you were going to do this to him and he knew better than to protest. he looked down at you, stroking his cock with your pretty hands and he has no idea how he had lasted this long. he's gotten off to pictures of regular photos of you, clothes and pure-looking, so not being able to cum at the sight of you stroking him while topless definitely has him frustrated more than ever at the moment.

every little stroke he became greedier, even resorting to lifting his hips and fucking himself into your hand. you resorted to sitting on his thighs in order to keep them down, which led to jaehyun's moans leading into whiney territory once more. he still wanted to cum in you, but right now all his horny brain could think of currently was the release he was chasing so badly the moment you two were left alone.

he grabbed your thighs and pulled you a little closer, making you yelp a little since his move was so unexpected. his hands gripped on them, he always needed something to hold onto when he was holding back. even if you weren't planning on getting your skirt dirty with his cum before, they definitely were now. it was definitely on purpose on his end though, jaehyun loved the sight of his cum on you, clothed or not.

it was a little masochistic on his end, the way he kept getting turned on by the smallest things but he couldn't help how any little thing could get him riled up once his dick starts getting slightly hard.

you had him right where you wanted him. the more control you had over him, the better. although him being underneath you moaning with that heavenly voice of his was more than enough to get you wet and wanting you knew this would pay off when he would finally cum. all you ever wanted to do was to make your boyfriend feel good, nothing could make you as happy as jaehyun did when he was melting in your hands.

you quickened your strokes little by little. sometimes he felt so good that he would shut his eyes and throw his head back, out of shyness or by being overwhelmed by pleasure you weren't sure but either way he looked absolutely adorable in this position.

as his release seemed close once again, he felt like he was smart enough to not say anything this time but you were smarter than that. you slowed your pace until you stopped, leaving jaehyun extremely frustrated. you knew his body better than he did at this point. you knew his breaking points and how much he could handle. you were definitely not ready not letting him have it yet. you started stroking him a few moments later, very painfully slow and carefully enough to make sure he doesn't orgasm yet.

"mommy, please," jaehyun whined. he was tearing up at this point. truthfully he thought you'd be more merciful on him than usual on his birthday of all days.

"please what, puppy?" you ask, still concentrating at the task at hand. you quickened your pace a little, wanting his next sentence to come out as pathetically as possible since you had an inkling of a feeling as to what he would say next.

"ple-ease... ngh... lemme... hngh... cu-um," jaehyun managed to string out words in-between his mixture of tears and moans. it was a sight you think you would never be able to get over in your lifetime. your pretty birthday boy, being held down, writhing and asking to cum. it was such a prideful moment for you and you couldn't get enough of it.

"beg for it, myungjae," you whispered as you slowed your strokes once again. jaehyun whined once more, which made you grin a little but it definitely just made him a little more frustrated. tears formed in his eyes as he looked at you once again. you cooed and caressed his cheek with your other hand.

"please please please," jaehyun whined in-between his moans. his eyebrows were furrowed and his jaw was slacked. "please let me cum, mommy."

it was a sentence that made you want to squeeze your legs together. you stopped stroking him leading to small cries coming out of him, you shh'ed him softly.

"you wanted to cum in me didn't you, puppy?" you asked and he quickly nodded, being unable to do more than moan and whine at the moment. he was so exhausted from the day then being played with for what felt like an eternity. you wish you had him all to yourself everyday, all the time just so you could hear his pretty cries all day. "then you'll do just that."

you wiped his tears and shifted yourself to be in a comfortable position. you moved your wet panties to the side, opting to keep them on as you were too impatient to get the rest of your clothes off at this point, especially your cum-stained skirt. you slowly lowered yourself onto his cock, moans coming out from you this time as well. it made your eyes roll back a little. you had been so focused on him the whole time, that you forgot how heavenly having his dick inside you would feel.

meanwhile, jaehyun was feeling so fucked out at this point he could barely keep it together. he had let out a stuttered "fu-uh-uck" as you had lowered yourself onto him. you moved up and down his cock, reveling in the way jaehyun's a sobbing mess by now. he held onto your waist, attempting to guide you but he's way too fucked out at this point to properly do anything but basically whimper and move his hips at this point.

you couldn't help the way your moans deepened, his dick felt so good and his grip was so strong it hurt. you're sure it'll leave bruises but you don't mind. he's so pathetic and pretty in this state, for a moment you were convinced you'd reach your high before him somehow with the way he was turning you on.

it didn't take him very long before he finally came undone. his moans had been so loud you were convinced you'd get a noise complaint. towards the end his moans were mixed in with a bunch of "fuck"s, "oh my God"s and you swore you heard an "I love you" thrown in there which was very adorable to you. he was always the type to get emotional and affectionate during release, it was one of your favorite things about him orgasming other than seeing a pretty boy cry. his face was so mesmerizing as he came, he looked so euphoric and at peace at least. he was hot and sweaty and he had tried his best to keep eye contact although it was hard for him to when the orgasm felt so good.

you continued bouncing on his dick as he filled you up with his cum, which in turn made your walls clench continously and helped drain him out more. it felt so good and dirty.

even after he was all emptied out, you continued to rock your hips back and forth. his cock was sensitive inside you and so he kept moaning softly, his body was slightly twitching from too much pleasure. you leaned in to kiss him, trying to reassure him through your moans that it'll be over soon.

"you did so good, pu-uppy," you moaned out.

he nodded and whimpered, "thank you, m-mommy."

you continued to chase your high and jaehyun attempted to help, but his drunken post-orgasm self struggled to do much for a while. he reached for your clit, trying to stimulate it but you ended up holding his hand in place and grinding against it.

somehow within the processes of trying to orgasm, jaehyun started to harden inside you again which definitely helped. having his dick inside you, hitting your g-spot while also having him touch your clit did wonders especially when you thought about the fact that his cum was still inside you.

when you finally orgasmed, your legs started shaking and your walls started clenching again in the process. it made jaehyun who was both sensitive and hard again moan very loudly once again. you leaned forwards, exhausted and satisfied. he wrapped his arms around you and thrust upwards into you a bit, overwhelming you a bit but managed to stop. you rolled over to your side to cuddle with his dick still in you, not wanting any of his cum to spill out of you.

"I want more," jaehyun pouted.

"mmh... do you think you can do this last part on your own, puppy?" you spoke softly, you wanted to satisfy him all on your own but you knew he wouldn't give you time to recover. even when jaehyun is tired and drunk you knew he'd muster up just enough energy to fuck himself into you so he could feel some satisfaction all over again.

"yes mommy," he quickly responded, not giving you much time to even think before he started chasing his own high once again. he shifted his body so that he was slightly on top of you and started rutting against you. he was sloppy and non-rhythmic, his drunken self moving up against you not caring for anything but his own pleasure. he lifted your thighs up and spread them slightly, wanting to go as deep as he could.

although you were the one who was always in control, he admittingly had more strength than you. you couldn't escape this situation even if you wanted to, a thought that excited you a little. him hitting your already sensitive spot hurt a little, which you throughly enjoyed as he kept thrusting in and out of you. he sloppily kissed you, all that could be heard in the room was the noise of skin slapping and his moans as he clashed his tongue against yours. again, you felt so good and dirty. you felt so used at the moment, doing nothing but taking in his cock and moaning softly as he kissed you.

as soon as he pulled back you knew he was going to orgasm once again, he filled you up with his cum once again. you instinctively wrapped your legs around his waist and he let you, satisfied and tired out. his body gave out against yours. you let out small moans as you he thrust the last bits of his cum inside you. despite him still being inside you, you could feel his seed seep out of you. again, dirty, and there would be nothing you could or wanted to do about the sticky mess until morning (or even later if we're being honest).

for a few minutes, you laid there silently stroking the back of his head. you were convinced he had fallen asleep for a second, with his drunken breath against your neck. he had been so loud throughout the whole thing you forgot what silence felt like. that was until he hummed and softly kissed your neck.

"did you enjoy your last present, puppy?" you asked softly. he looked up at you nodded. you smiled a little, it's incredible how someone can seem do adorable before, during and after sex. he shifted himself off of you, you guys laid side by side with his cock still in you once again. he tried to get it out but you insisted on it staying in.

"you better give me it again next year," he slurred his words, his voice was deeper and raspier than usual. he was fighting sleep and it was noticeable.

"of course baby boy," you pecked his lips, "and every year after as well. now go to sleep."

"I love you."

"I love you too, myungjae. happy birthday."

© usahanamnesia

[ripeandsoft]

Hi Monae how are you babes? Can I request for terry and his wife having sex for the first time since their baby was born and she was trying to cover up her post baby body after having her baby.

🥺

A/n: I’m good baby! I’m so sorry this took so long, me and my brain weren’t friends lol. Please accept this as an early Christmas gift and apology! I hope you enjoy, feedback is always appreciated 💕

Content warnings: mentions of postpartum insecurity, gentle sex?, oral, a spank or two (i couldn’t help it), mirror sex, fluffy sweetness all around, also barely proofread oops

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“Diapers, bottles, bibs, pacifiers…” You paced around the nursery as you packed your daughter Josie’s diaper bag. She was laying in her crib, fresh from the bath and drifting off to sleep under the musical chime of her mobile. Terry was quiet as he ambled up the stairs with extra clean bottles and formula. The shadow of you flitting around her room like a mad woman on the hallway wall made Terry laugh. This was Josie’s first time being away from you guys for two whole nights and your nerves were through the roof.

“Calm down baby, you know my mama will take good care of her” Terry sat the bottles and formula on the dresser next to her bag, coming up behind you to rub his hands soothingly down your arms. You leaned back into him and you closed your eyes to take a deep breath. You couldn’t help but be anxious. This was the longest you’d be away from your baby since she was born. You knew Mrs. Richmond wouldn’t let a curl on Josie’s head be touched but your nerves were still crackling with anxiety.

“I know, ‘m just nervous” Your words were hushed as you turned to loop your arms around his waist. “I’m glad we’ll have some alone time. Maybe even get some good sleep, give the baby monitor a rest for the weekend” Terry rocked the both of you back and forth in his embrace. You hummed against him, the warmth of his body against yours making your eyes close in comfort.

Soft gurgles spilled from Josie’s mouth as she shifted positions in her crib, her noises causing you and Terry to separate. “I’ll finish packing up here. You go start the car.” You ordered Terry gently with point of your finger. He nodded dutifully, giving both you and Josie a soft kiss on the cheek.

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“I’ll miss you babygirl” You cooed at Josie, rubbing her chubby cheek with your thumb. She nuzzled against the contact while she smiled with all her gums. “Y’all better get out of here so I can spend time with my baby” Mrs. Richmond started to usher you and Terry out the door, eager to spend time with her granddaughter. “Can’t we say bye?” Terry asked.

“No you can’t. Now get before them roads get bad.” Mrs. Richmond nodded to the window, swirls of flurries falling outside.

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It felt weird to be in your bathroom alone. When Josie is fussy but you need to shower you bring her with you, letting her rest in her bouncer while you clean up. Terry often joins you when you’re doing your hair or taking off your makeup. You were never really alone these days, not since Josie was born. Even when she’s not with you physically her presence crackles through the baby monitor seemingly attached to your hand. You’d heard of women who become so consumed with their families that they lose themselves, but that isn’t happening to you.

Right?

All you could think about was a hot shower. Your clothes were strewn across the floor, a fabric trail leading to you standing at the sink. You pulled your braids up into a ponytail before wrapping it up in a fat bun. The counter was cold as you bent down to rest your elbows on it, filling your palms with water so you could wash your face. Before you could reach for the cleanser, your husband slid his hands around your hips.

“Can I help you sir?” You asked him through the mirror, water dripping down your neck to your chest. “Mhm, you sure can” Terry’s voice rumbling low in your ears. His strong hands rubbed over all your soft parts—stomach, hips, thighs, tits, ass. You sighed at the feeling, leaning back into him. But before you can get lost in your man, the quiet part of your mind speaks up.

You’ve never been a stranger to stretch marks, cellulite, dimples, pimples, or moles. All these things came with your figure and you had come to love them. Growing your babygirl gave you immense pride in your body and you wouldn’t trade your pregnancy experience for the world. Being a mother was wonderful journey but every journey has its ups and downs, and these postpartum stages were mostly down. The things you once loved about your body have become insecurities.

“I need to take a shower” You pressed yourself into the sink to create space between you two. “Can I join you?” Terry asks. You avoid his hand reaching for you, side stepping him and going to stand by the shower. “No, thank you baby but I got this one by myself” Your lips quirk up in an awkward smile, your hands shielding your breast and stomach from his watching eyes.

Terry frowned, the crease in the middle of his brows growing deeper as he examined your behavior. You never shy away from his touch whether it’s sexual or not. You’ve been somewhat avoidant recently. Not necessarily detached or distant but just…not the same. It was strange.

“Go lay down” Terry instructs, nodding towards the bedroom. Your mouth opened to retort but the look in Terry’s eyes made the words seep into your tongue. You obeyed wordlessly, feelings his eyes follow your every movement.

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“Don’t look away” Terry spoke against you, mouth full of your wet pussy. His head could be seen from between your cheeks, the mirror that normally leaned on your bedroom wall now closer to the bed propped on its thin stand. Your eyes watered in pleasure as his tongue swirled around your clenching hole. The silver band of your wedding ring dug into your skin as you held onto the sheets tight.

His lips were soft against you, vibrating with his own moans as he feasted on you. “Terry baby ‘m gonna mmm fuck come” You started to grind against his face, beard tickling your mound. “I know” His words were muffled as he pulled your hips back against his face. The room around you blurred into nothing as your eyes rolled back, orgasm rolling through you with fury.

The sheets were soft on your hard nipples, the added stimulation making you cry out. You pulled yourself away from him weakly only to be pulled back. “Where you going?” He questioned. The spank Terry placed on your right ass cheek had you jolting away from him, which made him wrap his hand around the back of your neck. “Tell me where you going girl” Terry’s voice echoed in your head as you tried to focus. “Nowhere, I promise” You head shook back and forth wildly, braids falling from your bun.

Terry rubbed soothing circle on your now red ass cheek, giving you a moment to calm down. You started to bounce back on Terry’s bulge, your stickiness making his hard dick shine in the light of your bedroom. “Oh you want it now?” He teased. His hand came to hold your hips steady as he started to do the work for you. His swollen tip nudged against your clit just right, bubbles of precum decorating your flesh. You reached back to grab his dick, tired of being empty.

You fell into an arch as he found his home in your pussy. Your walls pulsated around him as if to say “welcome home.”

“Tight ass fucking pussy” He grunted from behind you, his balls resting against your clit as he bottomed out. He trapped his bottom lip between his teeth as he felt his balls start to throb. He fed you slow, deep thrusts, the slap of his thighs on yours filling the room. Goosebumps rushed over your skin with movement.

He hit all your spots with expert precision, catching your hand when you reached back to press it on his stomach. “No ma’am, this what you wanted. Be still and let me work my pussy open” He spoke, head thrown back and eyes closed. Your mind went numb with pleasure. The fat of your thighs started to jiggle as you shook, mouth open in silent moans. Each thrust stole the breath from your lungs.

“Let me tell you something” Terry wrapped a hand in your now messy hair, pulling to get you to look at him through the mirror. “Don’t you ever hide this body from me. This body carried my baby and I’ll be damned if you shamed of it” He punctuated his words with sharper thrusts making you squeal. “Tell me you’re beautiful” He demanded.

“I’m, ugh, I’m beautiful” Your words were quick, drool building up in your mouth and dribbling from the side of it. “Again, make me believe it” He responded. “I’m beautiful Terry, so beautiful” You felt yourself about to come again, walls squeezing him even tighter.

“Yes you are” Terry agreed, his own orgasm building. The sensation of you creaming around him triggered Terry’s orgasm. He continued to thrust as he spilled into you, the mixture of you two dripping onto the sheets. You fell limp onto the bed, shaking and whining at the overwhelming feeling. Terry pulled out slowly to watch his cum flow from your hole.

A warm rag was the next thing you felt on your pussy, the heat making you sigh in relief. “Don’t worry baby, I got you” Terry spoke softly, planting a kiss on your cheek.

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tags: @kenshisluvrgirl @megamindsecretlair

[lovelywyenn]

“What The F*ck Are We Doing?!”

★Sanemi Shinazugawa x fem!Reader★

Synopsis★You were disgusting, a waste of space on this earth. Sanemi felt nothing but guilt every time he fucked your sinful cunt. Yet he could never stop, to addicted to your sins to ever give you up★

Includes★deep throating, dick sucking, sloppy head,clit rubbing, cum spitting★

★W.C★2.2k

Sanemi in no way thought of himself highly. He did not find himself as incredible or brave as his colleagues. He wasn’t as prideful of his skills either.

He liked to believe he wasn’t a proud man, letting his achievements cloud his vision.

Maybe he had taken his beliefs too far. Because this was one of around… maybe six times now of the lowest moments of his whole career. But he just couldn’t stop coming back to you.

The place the two of you met in was an abandoned old house in the middle of the woods. It was hidden, secluded to the point where no one would find it. Where no one would discover your sins.

You were a filthy, nasty creature. Your deep purple skin, scaly and rough to the touch, a completely different texture than the feeling of your horns in his grasp. They were soft but easy to grip. Which made fucking your mouth so much easier.

Looking down at you, big eyes slit like those of a cat as you peer right back up at him. Your red eyes were clouded with pure lust, still showing nothing but excitement as Sanemi fucked his cock down your throat. You were choking on it, actually choking. His cock was no joke. Thick and long with a nice fat tip that prodded into your throat when he fucked into you.

Your mouth was a mess of precum and your own spit, but his cock was drenched. The head you gave him was always so sloppy. You insisted on taking him as far as you could, happily swallowing him more and more. A sadistic smile on your face as you choked on it happily.

“Fuck your a nasty little bitch” he grumbles as you pull back, your long tongue wrapping around his tip as you used your free hand to stroke up his cock. His comment only makes you giggle.

“I know” is all you say before you’re taking him down your throat again.

Sanemi told himself time and time again that he wouldn’t let your filthy mouth greedily suck him anymore. And everytime was a lie. He couldn’t count how many times the two of you had been with each other. That fact alone was shameful.

When he first met you, it was on a job. It was simple enough, there was a demon, a strong one hidden among a whore house in a quickly populating town down south. All Sanemi had to do was kill it and head home.

So he trekked to his destination, concealing his weapon and walking inside. The place was full of depravity. Men being ridden and stroked in the middle of the lobby. This place was crawling with demons he could tell. But the strongest one in the room was right in front of him. And he immediately knew he found who he was looking for.

For a demon...you were unreasonably attractive. You looked completely harmless, doe eyes staring up at him and plump lips painted red. The only thing sinful about you was your fucking body. A shortstack you were, but that ass had to be a gift from the gods. Your hips were well sculpted and wide, easily flowing up to the slimness of your waist.

As soon as those thoughts filled in Sanemi’s head he tried to shake them away. But he couldn’t stop them after he heard your voice. It was so soft and silky. It could probably convince him of anything. Which is why he told himself it wouldn’t hurt to be alone in a room with you.

He pays for an hour session with you, expecting to easily take you out. Just to be overtaken by your sensuality.

Sanemi didn’t like any of this, not the way you pulled off your lingerie to reveal your fat tits to him. And definitely not the way you ground yourself on his dick. Kissing you was terrible too, his grip on your hips meant absolutely nothing.

But he told himself it was all for the mission, which soothed his guilty soul just a little.

Though he started to feel so much worse when you flipped around on the bed, your back bent sinfully against the bed. Your lengthy fingers reached back to spread yourself apart. Leaving your cunt on display for him. For now it was as any other woman. Pretty lips wet and hiding your clit away from him. This was disgusting, he was disgusted. That was what he told himself as your sexy body pulled him in.

It was vile, for a demon to have such a pretty pussy, dripping just from a bit of humping and' kissing.

“C'mon big boy”*you pout at him over your shoulder. “You only paid for an hour don't you wanna cram it in me…if you fuck me good enough I'll even let you cum inside” you wink.

Sanemi shakes his head, ignoring the way your words make his cock jump. Just as Sanemi gained the nerve to grab at his cock you got to it first. An impatient thing you were clearly as you aligned him with your entrance, pressing your ass back to push him in.

It's disappointing the way that you manage to make the demon slayer whimper. But he swore it wasn't his fault. Your pussy had to have been a death trap. A sort of blood demon art or something. There was no reasonable explanation as to why you were so fucking wet.

Sanemi had never felt so snug as he did when he was deep in your pussy. For a few moments, he almost forgot why he was here. He almost forgot that you were a demon that had killed hundreds, if not thousands of people.

But what was more embarrassing than anything else, was the fact that he didn’t care. He was berating himself in his head when the feeling of you bouncing yourself on his cock felt…good.

How could he be blamed, your pussy was so snug, every ridge of your walls seeming to massage his cock in a way he had never felt before.

You seemed to be having the time of your life as well, eyes rolling back in your head as his thick cock fills you. When you saw his pretty cock spring out you knew you needed him to fill you up. And he didn’t disappoint. You could feel him everywhere.

No man you ever serviced could last more than a few minutes with you. That information fastened the pace of your hips, desperate to use his cock before he was spent out. The stretch was too delicious to let go.

Sanemi’s own hips start moving, even after how hard he tries to resist. But it turned out good for him, because now he was pushing himself even deeper into your cunt. The sound of skin slapping together radiating throughout the room.

You’re so lost in the sensation of him pounding you, you barely notice one of his hands sliding to his pants which he hadn’t let you fully remove.

Out of all the dick you had taken in your lifetime, this one was by far the most distracting, genuinely making it hard for you to think. The pleasure was dizzying, feeling like all your usual sharp senses were disappearing.

And Sanemi finally has you. Pulling you by your hair and placing his sword right at the base of your neck.

It takes you a moment to register what was going on but when you do, you turn to look at him.

A shiver runs down Sanemi’s spine as he sees your eyes. No longer human like and now slit like a hungry cat’s should be.

“I was wondering when you were going to try it” you say, “I was hoping it would be after you made me cum though” you pout.

Sanemi’s mouth curls in a disgusted snarl, but your grin never ceases. He was a good actor but his cock was nothing but a truth teller. Pre-cum messily dripping into you.

“I’ve got a sword to your neck and all you want is cock!” He exclaims, “Filthy” he says.

And he was right. You were filthy. But that didn’t bother you. If taking a dick as thick as his made you a nasty monster, you would gladly take the label.

“If you knew who I was, why not kill me on the spot” he sneers.

But you look back at him as if the answer was clear as day, “How could I kill such a handsome little thing” you wink.

Sanemi’s judgment was clouded at this moment. He was thinking with his dick, and all his dick wanted to do was stay buried inside of you for the rest of eternity.

stupid, stupid, stupid

Was all Sanemi could think of himself as he drops his sword and grabs you by your neck. The stronghold has you moaning, especially as he uses it to drag you back on his cock.

“Let me see you, demon,” he mutters. He’s close to you, so close. Strong hips humping up into you. It was so unfair the way his tip rubbed perfectly into that special spot inside of you. “you look too perfect for this to be your real form” he whispers.

You do just as he asks, and Sanemi watches as you turn from a human woman to a full fledged demon, with even heavier curves. Your skin was rough like that of a fish. But your cunt was just as warm as it was before, clearly that would never change.

“You’re a filthy fucking creature” he spits and its like his words have no sting. You have the gall to moan at his words, grinding your thick hips back against him. But he can’t bring himself to frown, a shameful smile etched on his face. He was…excited to fuck you. Take you down a peg or two until you were a sloppy mess because of his cock.

And he couldn’t just do it once. He had lost count of how many times he had been with you. It felt like he was betraying the human race, happily feasting on his dire enemies clit like a starved man. It was disgusting, but he couldn’t get enough of you. He doesn’t think he ever will.

“Fuck woman– slow down!” Sanemi groans as he looks down at you. Your mouth was impossible to last in. He could barely keep up with you when you got like this. Such a cock hungry little thing you were, desperate to get him to cum down your throat.

You got off so bad on sucking off the Hashira, seeing the strong man crumble just from a demon’s mouth was liberating.

Sanemi swore you were gonna kill him one day as he bit at his lip. You had no concept of taking your time. You sucked on him like his dick was your last meal. And a deep part of him wished he could just kill you, erase the memories of all the times the two of you had fucked from his brain.

But he knew he could never forget you. How could he ever forget a whore as filthy as you.

He still had his hold on your horns but you were doing all the work yourself. Sucking him like you were in a trance. Every Time you felt his tip hit the back of your throat a nasty thrill of pleasure jumped through you and down to your cunt.

Your panties were soaked right now, clit aching for you to love on it. You shover your hand in your pantties, moaning around Sanemi’s cock as you start to circle your clit. The vibrations send pleasure shooting up the depths of the man’s spine. And as you stare up at mean eyes…you can tell he’s ready to shoot a load down your throat.

You force yourself over his cock until your nose presses against the little hairs near the base of his cock. The sound of pathetic whimpers fills your ears as Sanemi tries to fight off his high. But you weren’t having that, nimble fingers coming to squeeze at his heavy balls.

And you're choking again as he shoots his cum down your throat. He always cums so much. And as much as you wanted to swallow it all. Feel the salty liquid fall smoothly down your throat. You loved watching the look on Someone's face as you spit his cum right back on his cock, using it as lube to stroke at his ever so sensitive dick.

All he did was watch you, with that stupidly happy grin on your face, eyes trained on his dick and the way his abdominal muscles twitched from the overstimulation.

Once you started you never wanted to stop.

You were nothing but a sex addicted creature who had nothing better to do than swallow dick. But Sanemi supposed he was no better.

Because for as long as he was gonna get away with it, he would always be there to shove his cock down your throat.

~ Kinktober Masterlist|2024

[starsofang]

simon riley x gn!reader requested by anon! <3 tw: eating disorder, but the request was for simon and a partner with an ed!

a/n: thank you for your patience while i finish requests! i wanted this to be on the comforting side, seeing as i've struggled with an ed in the past, and these are some of the ways my partner helped me through it!

Never in your life had somebody been so understanding of you until Simon came around. He was a breath of fresh air, somebody who swooped in to smooth over the cracks in your fragile being. He knew how imprisoned you often felt, and as your beloved partner, he’d do absolutely anything in order to soften the blows that your mind evoked upon you.

Body image was a big worry. It consumed you from the moment you were aware enough to know what it was, smothering you with woeful insecurities that picked apart your brain and imbedded harmful self imagery in place of confident beauty. No matter how much you worked on yourself, it always crept back in like a looming storm, raining down on any day perceived as a good one.

Simon was always there to pick up the fragments and glue you back together. He was well aware of the lingering resentment you held towards your own body, knew it from when he saw how you looked at yourself in the mirror with an expression of disdain, or how you’d pile food on his plate while simultaneously portioning your own. Hell, Simon saw it all.

He was observant in his line of work, but he was also incredibly resourceful. Sure, he handled guns much better than a partner who struggled with the inner workings of their own betraying mind, but that didn’t mean he didn’t try.

Simon was mindful in the ways he chose to assure you. He didn’t want to be overbearing, but he also wanted to show you through action.

Over time, he became the cook in the house when he was at home. He made only things you favored, spending hours in the kitchen to perfect any recipe. He worked hard in making each and every grain of food look appealing while keeping it healthy and colorful. Greasy and distasteful foods were on the more triggering side of your spectrum, so he didn’t hesitate to experiment on the other side of that wall.

Portioning the food was something he did instead. He’d match the portions with yours rather than giving himself more. Your plates mirrored one another when he’d set them out on the table, steam still billowing up into the air from the heat. When you’d go to complain about how he deserved to eat more, he’d shut you up with a gentle press of lips to your forehead, giving you a murmured “eat with me” before taking his time to dive in.

It didn’t stop there.

On days where he’d have to go into work for longer periods of time, he’d leave you with sticky notes plastered throughout the house. The mirrors were his favorite.

Scribbled handwriting covered differently colored notes, stuck to the frame of your bathroom mirror as well as the one hanging in the living room. They had gentle words of encouragement as well as silly doodles that were there to make you smile.

He mixed them up every time, always writing his I love you’s, how beautiful you are, how proud he was. It was his way of showering you in his undying affection when he couldn’t be there to vocalize it directly.

Simon would always bring you back gifts from his time spent away, and much to your dismay, some of them were snacks. He didn’t buy them to trigger you, no, he was cautious with it. He wanted you to enjoy the flavors that came from different countries or towns, wanted you to experience the variety of other cultures.

No snack was ever left untouched. The nutrition list on each and every was marked out with a thick black ink of a sharpie, hiding away the calorie and sugar counts, as well as the ingredients that made up the snack.

When you first brought it up to him, he gave you a half-assed shrug, giving a kiss to your cheek, saying, “Don’t know what you’re talkin’ about, love. They came like that,” before stepping off in the bedroom.

Simon continued with these subtle acts of care, never directly overwhelming you with the need to talk about it or tell him what exactly was going through your mind. In fact, you didn’t need to – he already knew, and he’d continue to do what needed to be done if it meant gently pushing you into the right direction.

[colourstreakgryffin]

Idk if requests are open but if they are may I request a Mammon x plus sized curvy reader with AuHDHD if that's alright?

Oh… darn. Well, Mammon probably won’t be lenient or nice about it. He is that type of guy so whilst he’s a bit offensive, I hope it’ll be okay. I’m not personally mocking being plus sized or having AuHDHD, I just doubt Mammon would be nice about it at first— but anyway

Mammon- Greatest Self

Straight up… Mammon is pretty goddamn crude and a big selfish bastard. He doesn’t apologise for anything he does and he doesn’t regret being judgemental or discriminative since he only cares for himself

So, when he sees you… a ‘unappealing plus sized brat with a fucked up head’ that’s apparently his new employee, has him apathetic and disinterested so he doesn’t even care to be nice nor ease up his toxicity as your boss

Mammon didn’t really fear insulting your physical body or your psychological issues. He finds both of them very annoying and he cannot bring himself to be patient with you, so for the first few months he had you hired. He treated you badly…

However, for the first time in his life, the Sin of Greed… genuinely felt something bad for somebody else upon making his nasty remarks when he saw the way you were upset over him

Mammon doesn’t know why but he ended up changing his attitude with you since he couldn’t take the sharp stabs in his heart anymore! He can’t insult you without hurting himself. Eventually, he completely silences his bad treatment and tries his best to compliment you

Mammon actually really don’t believe that disorders exist at all and when you, when gaining back trust to your Circus-decored sin boss, explain what AuHDHD is… he does his end to not laugh at the nonsense and listens up. He doesn’t get all this medicine and this treatments yet he keeps trying to understand you anyway

Mammon likes his people attractive and thin and curvy. Whilst he doesn’t think plus sized is attractive at first, he also thinks that there is a POSSIBLE chance that a plus sized curvy person can be hot and eventually, he does view you that way… your plush curves is soft and squishable

Honestly, he thirsts over you like crazy. Mammon loves to kiss and suck your soft plus-sized belly and waist. Feel your bigger thighs and your nice thick ass… he loves the same you feel, you’re amazing and he basically pants over your body

This is a lot less sexual but romantic passion, Mammon doesn’t find anybody sexually thriving but romantically thriving. It’s why he likes your body, he likes to dress you up and put you nice clothing and shoes… oh, it makes him flutter!

Don’t worry, Mammon will NEVER let anybody insult your body or your conditions! He did previously but he doesn’t anymore since you’re now his beloved partner so if anybody even dares to make fun of you, he’ll devour them whole with no hesitation whatsoever

NOBODY hurts his beloved little kitten!

Mammon is the type of pampering lover, he enjoys giving you all kinds of wonderful presents and items pretty much 24/7 since his love language is in the form of ‘receiving gifts’. It’s spoiling but it’s his best strength, getting the best things since whilst he hates spending money. He’ll spend it on him and you

Mammon is not usually a patient man at all but he is always doing his best for you since he has some weird obsession over you that he can’t explain at al! He does his best to be patient with your conditions and understand your different attitudes aren’t intentional… even if your tones may offend him

Mammon may like you a lot but he is still a awfully greedy money-eyed prick so he’ll market you in whatever your best skill is so he can profit from it but he will gladly give you… a proportion of that income gain. He only slightly exploits you where he exploits everybody 100%

Mammon enjoys having you match him in clothing or accessorises! So, he likes to get you to wear whatever he is at the time, I’m afraid you’ll have to get use to this little cute thing until he gets bored of it… which will probably take some time so he’ll make you his Mini Me and admire how cute you look!

Mammon treats you like a Prince/Princess/Royal amongst the workplace so you get special privileges, and his employees do as you want when you want by his command. If you’re hungry, they give you food first. If you need time alone to handle your AuDHD, they are to leave right away

Mammon personally doesn’t think you need to do anything for anybody else so when you tell him, after a long day, about people saying you need to lose your weight. He’ll basically say; ‘you don’t need to change for anybody’ but if you ever want to change your plus-sized form, he’ll be there to support you… in the most Mammon way

Now. To top up your relationship with the Aussie Greed King, Mammon is not the most perfect boyfriend and he’s always trying to improve his ugliest traits to not hurt your feelings so he needs time but he does love you and he’ll show it

“Eh? Do’n wan’a perform this year, babe? Ya’d make a’ adorable one, ya know. Crikey, crikey. Ay, I was just saying, doll… don’t need to hiss at me like that. Lucifer’s will. Would ma’ performin’ with ya help at all?”

[remuslupinslittleslut]

Okay hear me out teach me dynamic with a reward. James and Sirius have been so good so reader convincing Remus to let them spit roast her or one in the ass one in the pussy yknow while he watches, making sure they fuck her just right and eventually ends up joining somehow.

Idk just an idea

love your work xoxo

I got a bit excited and now this ended up being almost 2k. LOVED this request though, I'm thinking I might have to make a new list just for the teach me stuff, like it's another kind of poly marauders. If I had the energy to post content warning I probably would on this one it is quite filthy from time to time, but it thought it was v fun :)

Masterlist.

You had made a deal; if your boyfriends played well out on the pitch today, you’d give them a reward. It was a bit of an excuse, really, because they always played well.

Holding the hand of Remus, you sat on the edge of your seat, cheering as James made another goal. As he did a victory lap on his broom, your cheeks heated up – he always made sure to send you a wink and a wide grin. The cocky bastard knew what was coming. Squeezing Remus’ hand, you leaned in to whisper in his ear; “They’re good, really good.”

Remus chuckled, squeezing your hand in return. “Yeah,” he murmured, against your ear, eyes never leaving his two other partners. “We’re gonna have to give them a treat.”

To no one’s surprise, Gryffindor beat Ravenclaw with over 100 points, leading to a roaring party up in Gryffindor tower. The party, however, was just background noise as you waited on Sirius’ bed.

You and Remus had agreed, he’d tie you up in gold and red ribbons, leave you in their dorm and go get the others, who would be gifted your body for them to unwrap.

The cold air made your nipples perk as you lay on the bed. It was a dangerous game, you knew, letting your two subs take control over your body, allowing them to play the role of the dominant person, if only for a night. Remus had cautioned you, but after becoming submissive with Remus alone, you thought it might be fun to let them as well – besides, Remus would be there the entire time, watching, making sure everything went as it should.

“Are we getting our gift?” You heard Sirius’ voice as they walked up the stairs, excitement evident.

“Is Y/N in here?” James followed, just as excited.

Stopping just outside the door, you heard Remus speak, his voice determined and rough. “You’re about to be rewarded, not just for your performance today, but also for your good behavior these past few days,” he said, and you knew the look on his face without having to see him. “You’re going to be allowed one evening of full control – but remember, if you disobey any of our underlying rules, you will still get punished. Can you tell me what they are?”

“Don’t hurt ourselves or anyone else, always listen to safewords, always check for consent, don’t be rude to daddy and no lasting injuries,” James listed, as the good boy he always was.

“Good Jamie,” Remus’ voice was softer now. “Go ahead then.”

As the door opened, you felt your heartbeat quicken.

“Wow,” Sirius gasped, the first person in through the door. “Pretty girl, all wrapped up for us?”

You turned your head to face him from where you lay on his bed, ribbons cutting into your skin, making sure you stayed in place. You nodded as your cheeks heated once more.

“Prongs, you’ve gotta see this,” Sirius cooed, dragging James along.

James’ eyes were wide and glossy from behind round glasses, his brown cheeks tinted pink as well.

“Go ahead, boys,” Remus said, plopping down on his own bed. “Unwrap your gift.”

Their eyes moved between your body and Remus’, not sure if they were actually allowed. But when Remus chuckled and nodded once more, they pounced, hopping onto the bed and pulling at the strings around your body.

“Hi darling, you’re so pretty f’me,” Sirius said, leaning down to kiss you. His lips tasted like firewhiskey and his long hair tickled your face.

James was busy making sure all pieces of ribbon left your body, before he allowed his hands to grab at your tits.

“Go on then, boys,” Remus said from his own bed. “Get on with it.” Looking over to him, you saw his hand was wrapped around his semi-hard cock, slowly jerking up and down.

Arching your back, you tried to push James’ hands harder into your chest, as you moaned into Sirius’ mouth.

“Is that what you want, princess?” Asked Sirius, hand holding your chin as he pulled away slightly. “You want us to fuck you? Make you cum on our cocks while daddy watches?”

They knew you sometimes let Remus be your daddy, even as you were mommy to Sirius and James – but they’d never used it against you like that. It was hot, very hot, and you felt yourself slip further into your submissive persona even more as you desperately nodded up at Sirius. “Please.”

“Jamie, look at that, little slut wants us to fuck her,” Sirius taunted.

James still looked a little uneasy with the switched positions, but you reached out a hand to hold his. “Jamie, please, wanna taste you,” you whined, trying to ease him into it. “Please, Jamie, let me suck your cock.”

Your words made James’ eyes widen, before he looked to Remus, again. “Can I?” He asked.

“Yes, James, you can do whatever you want to her, for tonight,” Remus assured, cock growing harder.

Nodding, James got up and started undressing. Sirius did the same.

Having gotten consent, James wasted no time straddling your chest and leaning down to kiss you quickly before placing his hard cock right in front of your face. Doing a half crunch, you pushed your head up and opened your mouth, tongue falling out, eyes meeting James’. “Fuck,” he groaned, hips coming forward enough to push his cock into your open and waiting mouth. Using your tongue, you licked around the head, spreading precum around. He always tasted so good.

Between your legs, you felt Sirius’ fingers pushing against your swollen clit before diving deeper, slipping into your wet cunt. You were prepared, had let Remus finger you open before, making sure you were ready for your boys. Still, Sirius’ expert fingers plunging in and out of your pussy felt fuckin’ amazing.

“Such a good girl,” James murmured, having pulled out of your mouth temporarily, allowing you to breathe.

“The best,” Sirius agreed, tongue reaching out to lap at your sensitive nub. “So pretty, so tasty.”

You moaned, arching your back. It felt so nice, receiving all that attention and praise, and if you looked to the side, you saw Remus smiling softly, hand squeezing the root of his cock, trying to stop himself from cuming.

“Such a little cock-whore, though,” Sirius said, pushing the limits even further. “D’you want me to fill your little hole? D’you need cock on both ends to be happy?”

James groaned, Sirius’ words had made you moan around James’ cock, now back in your mouth, and the vibrations sent pleasure all through James’ body. “I think she does, pads,” James said, hand brushing hair out of your face.

Sirius’ fingers left you, making you feel empty and alone, but it wasn’t long until his cock replaced them, filling your dripping cunt, making you speared on cock from both ends. This was heaven. James’ hips moving slowly, pushing his cock down your throat, letting your nose get tickled by the hair and the beginning of his shaft on every thrust. Sirius snapping his hips, allowing your g-spot to be perfectly grazed by his head.

“Fuck,” Sirius groaned. “She’s taking us so well. D’you see this moons? Your cockslut is so good for us.” His head was thrown back, hands pressing into your legs as he thrust his hips, moving his cock in and out of you. “Fuck, James, flip her over.”

Both cocks pulled out of you, making you whine from the loss of contact. It didn’t last long though, soon you were flipped to lay on your stomach, head almost falling off the edge of the bed, but James’ hand in your hair kept you up as he pushed his cock into your mouth again. Behind you, Sirius straddled your thighs, pushing just your arse up as he, too, once again penetrated you – making you full of cock, and happy again.

Straining your eyes to look up at James, you used your tongue to give extra attention to his head, while your hips started moving in little circles, walls clamping down harder on Sirius. As much as you enjoyed this, you wanted to be active in their orgasms.

James went first, hands pulling even harder at your hair as he threw his head back, hips stuttering as his cock shot white globs of cum down your throat. Moaning, you opened your mouth, playing with his cum using your tongue. Leaning down, James gave you an open mouthed kiss, allowing his own cum to be split between the two of you.

Sirius, who had witnessed James coming down your mouth was also getting close, hips pushing against yours, hard. When James had moved away from you, Sirius leaned down to pull your chest up, one hand in your hair, the other squeezing your tit.

“Such a good little cockslut, huh, took Jamie so well, gonna let me cum in you? Fill you up? Watch it run down your legs? Gonna let me do that, huh?”

Sirius’ filthy words only made you moan louder, walls squeezing him harder.

“Fuck,” he groaned. “I’m–” His hips slowed as he gave his final few thrusts, pushing his cum even further into your cunt. “Such a good girl,” he kissed the back of your neck before moving away.

Remus, who still hadn’t allowed himself to cum came over. “Everyone okay?” He asked, looking at all his littles. “You did so well,” he looked at you. “But you two,” he pointed to Sirius and James, “missed something. You didn’t make our girl cum.”

They both looked ashamed, and a little disappointed that they’d missed something during their night.

Remus leaned down and kissed your nose. “Can you ride my face, darling?”

That sounded amazing and you quickly got up and sat yourself down over his face. His tongue was good, he knew how to use it and when he had to add his fingers to make sure you felt as good as possible. Licking along your damp lips, Remus used two fingers to push into you, the pads of his fingers immediately pressing against your spongy walls.

Moving your hips, you dragged your cunt along Remus’ face. You wished you could’ve disappeared into a world of pleasure, but his leaking cock looked so lonely, you had to lean down and wrap your fingers around it. Remus pushed his hips, making his cock glide through your fingers as he moaned against your heat.

The other two men were sitting next to you, mouths agape and cocks growing hard again after their orgasms. Watching them as you took Remus into your mouth, you saw their members bob at the view.

Remus quickened his pace, tongue licking and lips sucking around your clit as his fingers moved faster in and out of you. He wanted to make sure you came before you did. Hips and head moving faster, you felt yourself get thrown over the edge, wetting Remus’ whole face as you squirted, causing a chain reaction of Remus coming into your mouth, where James had just done the same thing. “That’s how you treat a girl,” Remus said, wiping his face with his hands, sending his friends a wink.

[muddyorbsblr]

gestures & rain checks

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pre-story author's note: Yes I am very aware that it's been a solid month since Valentine's Day. Yes I am still posting this 🫡

Summary: It feels like your friends are getting plucked away from you one by one as their respective (or in Nat's case prospective) partners make grand gestures to ask them to be their Valentine.

Pairing: Loki x Reader

Word Count: 4.8k

Warning/s: language (nope still not sorry, Rogers); mentions of alcohol; tooth-rotting fluff; gun use [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: Morgan being a precious beb; himbo!Thor hours; lowkey sad Reader hours; chaotic group chat vibes in the end

You always had a distaste for this day. Valentine's Day. To you, it was the one day a year that you would do everything in your power not to step outside because it reeked of flowers and chocolate marked up to the heavens for merchants to take advantage of last minute gift shoppers hoping to make a gesture big enough that their crush would let them score at the end of the night. Or guys buying extravagant and ridiculously large arrangements to make amends for wronging their partner as if a 10-foot tall teddy bear was gonna magically press some Undo button of him going on Hinge or Tinder and talking up a dozen other girls on the side.

There was one year that you let slip around Nat and Wanda that this day "smelled like a cemetery" with all the bouquets that bombarded you the second you exited the perimeter of the Compound. Hell, the second you left the main section that housed you and the rest of the Avengers. And you stood by that opinion stubbornly, mostly because you'd only ever witnessed flowers being given when someone was desperately trying to glue back together the pieces of a severely damaged relationship.

And also because no one had ever given you flowers in your entire life. Or chocolates. Or a teddy bear. All your past relationships were with men who were still mentally and emotionally boys that believed emojis and gifs sufficed and were as good as the real thing. Nary a single soul had ever actually spent a lick of time or effort to give you something that told you they deserved your time and effort in turn.

And after so many years of being barely an afterthought, the day just felt like this entity that you resented to an irrational degree, where all you wanted was to lay in bed and wait it out until the clock struck 12 and it was February 15th. Then you could go on a hunt for all the overpriced chocolate that suddenly got their prices slashed by 50% or more.

That was the plan again for this year, had it not been for both Nat and Wanda barging in to your apartment and practically dressing you up like you were their own life-sized definitely seen some better days Barbie doll. "Come on, we can go and have a Galentine's Day 2. Maybe hit up a club and get some free drinks…" the assassin trailed off, zipping up your dress and playfully swatting your ass to nudge you forward. "March on, soldier."

The common area was nearly bare and eerily quiet when you all got there, which made perfect sense considering that most of your teammates who were happily committed to someone were off spending their day together, probably executing their own personal twists on those cliched gestures of adoration. Knowing Tony, that would probably consist of a two-storey tall stuffed bunny or a lavish new vacation house as a nice private little getaway spot for him and Pepper when they wanted to have a date night.

Only Morgan and Shaun were at the big dining table by the kitchen, the little girl working on bracelets with the martial artist nursing a cup of coffee while he handed her beads to add to her work. "Whaddup, Ten Rings…Baby Stark," you greeted them, ruffling his hair and pressing a kiss to the top of your goddaughter's head. "What're you two up to this fine completely ordinary day?"

"Oof, I take it you're gonna be spending the day watching a bunch of couples be all extra lovey dovey just like me?" You threw him a look, squinting your eyes at him that had him throwing his hands in the air in surrender. "No need to mentally squish my head, Y/N, we're on the same side, I swear," he chuckled, scooting over to the other seat so you could sit next to Morgan. "How about this, karaoke later tonight? Just us and anyone else that doesn't have a date with dinner and co--" You swatted his arm to get him to stop talking, not so subtly signaling in the little girl's direction. "I mean…adult balloons?"

"Wait how come you have special balloons?" Morgan asked, looking up from her activity book and earning barely stifled chortles from both Nat and Wanda. "Why can't I play with them? I like balloons."

You leaned back in your seat, making a motion with your hands as if you were wiping them clean of the whole conversation. "I'm not helping you out of this one, buddy."

He scratched the back of his head, obviously backed into the corner with his own words. "Eeeeeh…put a pin in that and ask me again when you can order a beer, Baby Stark."

The child pouted at both of you, slumping down in her place at the table and slipping back on her princess pink headphones before focusing all her attention on her activity book again, grumbling something about how grownups shouldn't have conversations around her if they didn't want her to ask questions. Valid enough point, but you still weren't going to be the one to give her her first lesson in Sex Ed class a good decade ahead of time.

"Anyways…" Shaun poked at your side, calling your attention back to him. "Karaoke, ladies? We can pick up Katy and Wong before we head over and sing some Disney duets and gorging ourselves on shots and nachos--"

"Hold up, Wong?" You all turned your attention to Stephen, who'd just walked in to the common area. "This I gotta see. You guys have room for one more?"

"Sure thing, as long as you use your sling ring to help us get into Tony's private stash," you quipped, taking a sip of your coffee. "There's no way I'm getting through this day stone-cold sober."

"Or we could go for the really hard stuff and break into Thor's stash of mead from Asgard before he depletes his supply." He showcased the ring in question with a wiggle of his fingers. "Just a portal away."

"I like the way you think, Strange."

"You can all cease your scheming to pilfer my liquor, my friends," Thor's voice boomed into the area, a bounce in his step as he made his way to the coffee pot. "I would happily supply you all with two barrels if that would be enough for your gathering?"

"That's perfect, Thunder. Thanks." You started to tuck into the breakfast plate served by the Compound kitchen staff, mumbling your next question to the blond god. "What've you got planned with Jane for today?"

"Ah." A wide grin stretched across his face at the mention of his girlfriend, the sight both warming your heart and pinching it at the same time. A bittersweet reminder that in the midst of romantic plans with sentimental or grand gestures, your plans involved getting shit-faced with your fellow single friends. Plus Wanda and probably Vision. "Well, I have employed the aid of Wilson to order an ornate bouquet of Jane's favorite flowers which should arrive this morning. Then for lunch I shall prepare her a meal."

"Lunch?" Wanda questioned, tilting her head to the side. "Forgive me if I overstep, my friend, but aren't the romantic plans usually made for dinner?"

"Well, yes…but Jane has graciously agreed to adjusting our schedule for this day so that I may spend the time after lunch aiding my brother in a gesture of his own." A lump formed in your throat at the words. "It seems he wishes to get into the spirit of the holiday, and I am simply ecstatic that he came to me asking for a helping hand."

"I asked nothing of you, you over-muscled oaf," you heard the raven-haired god call out from the main entrance, two large packages hovering a few inches above the ground blanketed with a glow of green from his magic. "You volunteered when you imposed yourself in my space and hovered over my phone."

"Pfft, semantics," Thor waved off, already making his way over to Loki so that he could do some more apparently unnecessary volunteer work. "Are the flowers in one of your parcels?"

"I like flowers!" Morgan chirped from her seat, bouncing in place with bright excited eyes. "Prince Loki, can I help? Please?"

He let out an exaggerated sigh, a trace of a fond, amused smile betraying his facade. "Very well, little Stark. Come along."

Your goddaughter squealed, skipping over to Thor and placing her tiny hand in his. "Uncle Barbie, tell me who his princess is?" He leaned down to whisper the answer in her ear, making her sprint in place with even more excitement. "I promise I won't say a word."

"Barbie? Like your doll, little Lady Stark?" You could practically see the wheels turning in Loki's head from learning about the nickname.

Morgan nodded her head vigorously. "Auntie Y/N came up with it. She calls him Macho Barbie." She proceeded to talk about how you came to give the blond Asgardian the nickname that bizarrely stuck to him more than "Point Break" ever did, said god looking like he already dreaded the coming days -- maybe even years -- now that his brother knew that little tidbit of information.

Once they'd all made their way up the stairs and you could no longer hear the little girl's chipper tone, realization sat heavy in your heart from her reaction to whatever Thor whispered to her just a few seconds ago. Whoever it was that Loki was going to make this grand gesture for, it was someone that Morgan knew enough to the point that she couldn't contain her excitement finding out who the woman was.

It was someone in SHIELD. Maybe even someone in the Compound.

"You good, Babes?" Nat's tone was cautious, approaching you like you were a wounded animal, teeth bared and ready to pounce if she so much as breathed wrong.

You answered with a terse nod of your head. "There is absolutely no fucking way I'm getting through today sober."

"Y/N, dude, I'm sor--"

Bang

"What the fuck?" All eyes grew wide at the sound, your body stiffening as another shot rang out, reverberating throughout the common area. "FRIDAY? Threat assessment," you called out, already readying yourself for combat once whoever was outside made their way to you in the compound.

"No threats have been detected," the AI answered simply. "There seems to be no living target for the gunman."

You could only manage to repeat your words. "What the fuck?" Shot after shot rang out, an interval of three to five seconds between them. Each deafening bang making you flinch, your head spinning with possible explanations on why FRIDAY didn't deem the supposed attacker as a threat. "Where's the target then?"

"Shots are being fired at the training area, by the track field, Agent Y/L/N." You all started to make your way to the area, everyone still on high alert despite FRIDAY's findings.

"Y/N?!" You shared a look with everyone else in the room at the sound of Loki's voice calling out for you, the god looking frantic as he appeared at the top of the main staircase, a sigh of relief escaping him once he saw you standing at the bottom. "You're alright," he exhaled, hurriedly making his way down. The quickening pace of the gunshots had him squaring his shoulders, stepping in front of you and marching toward the sound.

"We've handled way worse than gunfire, Laufeyson, you don't have to lead the defense," you told him with a touch more bite to your tone than you intended, irrational jealousy coursing through you knowing what he was preparing for before he started charging down the stairs. You sidestepped him and started walking toward the training area, brows furrowing together when you saw that from where you stood, the marks from the bullets digging into the ground where forming some sort of shape.

"It's a message…" Wanda mused, angling her head to and fro to see if she could get the whole picture from the ground. "I'm going up, I wanna see what's worth risking Pepper's wrath with all the lawn work she has to commission now." She held her hand out to you, wordlessly offering to take you up with her, an offer that you gladly took, clapping your hand over hers, both of you giggling as your feet lifted off the ground.

Once you two had risen high enough, it was clear what the message was. The shots had been positioned so that the markings would take on the shape of a heart, and the ongoing shots were creating initials. "N…" you read along, barely able to contain your excitement when you saw that the next letter was an R. "Natasha Romanoff!" you yelled out, the assassin's eyes lighting up with a mix of giddiness and curiosity as she tried to look at where the gunshots could've been coming from.

You did your best to turn your head, trying to see who was behind the gesture, kicking your feet in the air once you saw the gunman. "What? Who is it, Y/N?"

"It's Barnes," you squeaked, giving Rogers a reckless wave when you caught sight of him jogging toward all of you with a megaphone in hand.

"Natasha Romanoff," Bucky's voice boomed through the speaker system, making the usually cool and collected former Russian spy put a hand over her mouth to hide the way she was steadily turning pink from how flustered she was. "I know I have a long way to go to make up for how we first met, but I think you're swell and I'd like to try starting it off with maybe dinner tonight?" Both you and Wanda squealed and held each other tight mid-air watching her nod her answer, running over to her once your feet touched the ground again.

"You two won't be pissed if I take a rain check for tonight, will you?" she cautioned, still a wistful tone in her voice from processing what was happening.

"Absolutely not, you go enjoy your date. More drinks to go around and all that," you told her with the biggest smile. "But tomorrow night we're all staying at my place and you're giving us a full report."

"And remember to wear the red lacy underwear," Wanda teased with a comical wiggle of her eyebrows, earning her a poke to the ribs from both of you.

Nat pulled away from the two of you, walking back toward the indoor gym with Steve walking alongside her, starting to talk about how his best friend had been trying to work up the nerve to ask her out since he got sworn in to the team nearly a year ago. From the sound of the conversation, it seemed that Rogers was divulging some information that Barnes probably swore him to secrecy not so long ago.

"And then there were seven," Shaun spoke up, walking toward  you and the sorceress and clapping a hand on each of your shoulders. "Thor came through and left the barrels in the kitchen for us."

You were about to start talking about the food arrangements when the sight of Wanda's husband flying toward you all with a bouquet of camellias and hydrangeas in his hand. "Wanda, my love, I owe you my deepest apologies."

"Whatever for, Vis?" She broke away from you and Shaun to greet the synthezoid, placing her hands on his upper arms as he pulled her in for a chaste kiss.

"It did not occur to me that you might have wanted to make plans for today until Mr Stark had gone into detail of his own itinerary today for his wife," he explained, handing her the bouquet. "Unfortunately I cannot procure a reservation for us tonight, but I still wish to do something for you. Would you allow me the honor of making you a meal and perhaps watching a movie in the private theater?"

You and Shaun gripped each other's hands like you were high schoolers watching their best friend get asked out on their first big date, shaking and pushing each other over the sweetness of the gesture. "I don't need fancy restaurants or pretty flowers, Vis. Getting to spend time with you, especially after everything that's happened to us, is more than enough. I just need you."

The Sokovian turned back to face you and Shaun, a touch of guilt in her expression. "Rain check? I'll bring extra snacks tomorrow night to make up for it?"

"Don't worry about it, Babes," you reassured her, both you and the martial artist waving off her worries. "Enjoy your evening."

The couple have you a curt nod and a smile before happily flying away hand in hand back to their apartment.

"And then there were five," you and Shaun said in unison, walking back to the common area to load up those barrels that Thor left for tonight's 'festivities'. When you got to the kitchen area, Morgan was adorably sitting atop one of the barrels in question, feet happily swinging in the air with a big smile on her face.

"Off the goods, little Stark, we're not risking you getting drunk your dad's gonna kill us," Shaun said in a panic, already lifting the little girl up and off the barrel and making her squeal and giggle as she giddily exclaimed "I'm flying!".

"If you really think that she can get drunk from osmosis, we have a lot to talk about, sweet little summer child," you joked, walking up to one barrel and starting to push it toward the garage. "Think you can use that ancient mystical ring magic for makeshift wheels so we don't bust out our lungs lugging this all the way to your truck?"

"I can assist you, darling." Your skin bristled at the sound of Loki's voice, taking every ounce of strength you had to not stiffen or recoil at his use of the word. He was only saying it out of habit. Probably a remnant of his upbringing as a prince on Asgard.

He didn't mean it the way you wanted -- more than anything -- for him to mean it.

"No need, Laufeyson, I've got it from here," Strange butted in, conjuring an energy shield with his magic that he slid under the barrels, starting to wheel them toward the garage. "Carry on. Oh and friendly advice, man to god? Your future girlfriend, you know, the one you're making this big gesture for? She might not appreciate you calling other women 'darling', so I highly recommend kicking the habit while it's still early. Avoiding future battles and all."

The god sucked his teeth, the action causing his jaw to clench and sending your thoughts someplace they had no business being. You had no business thinking about another woman's man that way, no matter how hot he was.

"I will remember that. Thank you, Strange," he said softly, making his way back up the stairs.

"Thanks for the save," you muttered, opening the door to the garage for the sorcerer to guide the barrels through. "Don't think I could've gotten away with being on Bitch Mode with him a second time today. Not like I can help it, though. Some lucky Midgardian bitch is gonna be his by the end of the night."

"Pretty sure you're the only woman I know that considers being Laufeyson's girlfriend a good thing."

"Yeah, Y/N, like I know he's on our side and everything but most days he still has me on edge. Like passing him on a bad day's gonna get me a stab in the ribs, not a death glare like normal people," Shaun concurred, nudging your shoulder to hopefully stop your lamenting before you got in too deep. Again.

"I'm really down bad, huh," you sighed, letting out a little yip when a portal to the dark dimension appeared just a few feet in front of you. "The fuck--"

"Hey Strange," a reverberating ethereal voice called out from the portal, and then a tall woman with platinum hair with beauty that you could only describe as 'dark celestial' stepped out. Her eyes trained on the sorcerer next to you. "Heard that today's something of a holiday in this dimension. Figured it might be a good idea to stop by and maybe you could show me around your uh…" She turned to you and Shaun, both your jaws slack on the ground. "What's this place called again?"

"Avengers Compound?" Shaun said at the same time that you blurted out, "New York?"

"Compound York?" She raised an eyebrow at the two of you, amusement coloring her face as she gave you both a once over.

"Eherm…no," you answered her, chuckling nervously and shifting your weight between your feet. "This structure here is Avengers Compound, which is in Upstate New York. New York is a city, but also a region…and a state…?" you drifted off, already feeling a pinch in your head from trying to explain the best you could. You looked over to Shaun. "The more I try finding the words to explain, the more I realize how complicated it actually is. Save me."

Stephen stepped forward. "How about I just take you on a tour around New York, then?" His face stretched out into a wide grin, clearly unable to hide his giddiness over the knowledge that she crossed dimensions to be with him today.

"Is that…New York the city, the region, or the state?"

"The city. New York, New York. There's a whole song about it and everything I can play it for you in the car." He proceeded to drape his arm around the dark sorceress, leading her to his car further down the expansive garage.

"Your little human friend is right, things here are complicated. Downright confusing." She looked back at you and Shaun again as they walked away, hand in hand. "It was nice meeting you both! Stephen speaks highly of you all," she called out, her majestic voice echoing throughout the area.

"You're really pretty!" you blurted out in response, causing her voice to melt into a chuckle, telling her partner how she found you 'adorable'. You threw your head back and groaned toward the ceiling. "I'm a fucking dork."

"At least you're an adorable dork," Shaun shot back, nudging your shoulder and lightly touching the back of your head to get you facing forward again. His phone chimed with a text notification. "Katy. Her shift's over, she said she'll get us a room for eight. I'm texting her now to get a smaller one." He held up his hand, palm facing you. "And then there were four?"

You sighed, clapping your hand against his, your friend giving you a reassuring squeeze once you did. "And then there were four." You jerked your head toward the apartments. "I'll just go change into something that involves 'eating pants' and I'll meet you down here in ten."

The walk back up to your apartment wasn't that long, but it still felt like it with how quickly you slipped back into your lamenting over how your friends had such an eventful day today. Nat had her very public grand gesture. Wanda had her husband trying to cook human food in the name of spending time with her. Strange had his girlfriend literally rip a hole between dimensions to get here.

"And all I have waiting for me are two barrels of mead and karaoke microphones," you muttered, walking through your front door and begrudgingly unzipping your dress from the back. You were just about to half-stomp your way to your closet when something on your bed caught your eye.

Three shiny roses lined with gold, tied together with a gold ribbon at the foot of the bed. A large heart-shaped box of chocolates at the center. And a little teddy bear dressed as a bee with red antennas that had hearts at the end, at its fluffy little feet was an embroidered message. "Bee mine".

"What theeeee fu--"

"Y/N," an all too familiar voice called out from behind you. The air left your lungs at the sight of Loki in a form-fitting forest green button-down tucked into onyx black slacks, tucking his hair behind his ears before smoothing his hands over his shirt. "You're early--"

"What're you doing--Was this you?" you babbled, gesturing at the gifts on your bed. For a second, your heart beat erratically, the thought that maybe this was for you, before reality and logic sunk in. "Okay I think I know what's happening…"

"You do?"

"Yeah, you got the wrong apartment. Gimme a minute to change and I can help you move all this over to--"

The rest of your words died in a little squeak at the back of your throat, the god closing the distance between you two with a few long strides, framing your face in his hands and placing a tender fleeting kiss to your lips.

"Those tokens of my affection are exactly where they belong, little mortal," he murmured against you, tracing up the bridge of your nose with his lips until he pressed a kiss to your forehead. "As am I."

You let out a shaky breath, fighting against the urge to melt in the god's embrace as he snaked his hands around your waist. "The gesture your brother mentioned this morning…this?" He proceeded to press kisses down the side of your face, his warm exhale as he whispered 'yes' into your skin making you light-headed. "This is for me?" you gasped out, whatever was remaining of your logical brain smacking the rest of you with how stupid a question that was.

"Who else would it be for, darling?" He pressed a kiss to your jaw, tightening his arms around you and pressing your body against his. "There is no other in this or any other Realm that could have captured my heart so completely." He kissed the corner of your jaw, making his way down the side of your neck, holding you tighter to keep you up when your knees finally buckled from the sensation. "I did this for you, because I wish to ask something of you. That you become mine as much as I am yours."

"M-Mine?" you stammered. "Y-You're mine?" Since when? How come you didn't get this particular memo? Could've saved you a lot of turmoil and nights spent alone staring up at the ceiling trying and failing to hypnotize yourself out of being into him.

He kissed the tip of your nose, resting his forehead against yours. "I have always been yours, darling."

Your hands traveled up the length of his arms, like you were grounding yourself and trying to tell yourself that this was real. He was really here and he was telling you the words you wanted more than anything to hear for who even knew how long at this point.

He's here, you thought to yourself. And he's mine.

There was only one word that you could muster up in that moment. "Yes." I've always been yours, too.

Karaoke Dreamin' on Such a Winter's Day group chat

myfirstnameisagent: Don't kill me but…rain check?

busboy10: Are you kidding me, Y/N?? You said you'd be down in 5 minutes tops and we're gonna meet up with Katy.

nromanoff: Sweet, now you're gonna have a story to tell tomorrow night, too.

myfirstnameisagent: Actually about that…rain check on tomorrow night, too? I'm kinda not there right now…

busboy10: There?? What do you mean "There"?? How'd you get out the Compound without me seeing you? Or whoever the hot date you're ditching me for is?

imjustwong: Where is everybody? We ordered nachos.

myfirstnameisagent: Yeah…I'm not in the Compound…or in New York…any of the "New York"s. Might not be for the next week. Maybe more. The three of you better not drink all the mead in one go.

busboy10: ??????

thevision: Agent Y/L/N, my wife is showing many signs of distress over her inability to contact you. Your phone seems to be going straight to voicemail.

thewanda: Y/N WHERE ARE YOU I HEARD A BANG FROM YOUR APARTMENT ARE YOU OKAY??

myfirstnameisagent: Babes, I'm fine. That was just the Bifrost.

thewanda: EXCUSE ME??

nromanoff: BABES WHAT--

pointbreakbarbie: My friends, I heard the Bifrost be summoned near Lady Y/N's abode. Is there an emergency? Must I make my way to Asgard to assist?

myfirstnameisagent: Thor your brother said if he finds you here I have permission to stab you, don't even fucking think about it.

thewanda: I REPEAT. EXCUSE ME???

busboy10: Y/N are you in Asgard?? With Loki??

myfirstnameisagent: Yes. And yes. See you in two weeks.

thewanda: He better use that healing magic on your legs so you don't walk funny.

A/N: It took me a whole month to write this because real life was trying TKO me in the work department and also I got sucked in to the worlds of Hello Kitty Island Adventure, Disney Dreamlight Valley, and Delicious World and I've been too weak to even attempt time management 🤣

I'm working on stuff tho I swear it 🫡 Horny bitches cuts are in progress, stories are in progress…lots of progress 😅😅

Also for reference, this was the lil stuffed bear that Loki gave Reader:

and the roses looked like this:

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