#but damn they were really trying to tease the positives out of anything in that era. and I respect that

[edge-oftheworld]

the one singular thing that annoys me about the calm release cycle is how hard they tried to market best years as a happy love song. like it’s cute and lovely don’t get me wrong ‘I wanna hold your hand while we’re growing up’ but like. for all that malum were talking about playing it at mystal wedding and for all that ashton said he left the room bc it was too happy a song for him to write—the narrator in the song has the most desolate view of themselves so it almost feels like begging, like ‘if you love me I might love myself’ ‘I’ve been completely bad in this relationship and you’ve been so good but today I think I have it in me to change so I’m gonna promise you that’ like I’m sorry this is NOT a happy song

[mrsbarnesblog]

˖˚⊹ movie night

➤ summary: you never imagined that a simple pair of flower-print cotton panties could make Rafe go feral and turn your innocent movie night into something entirely different.

➤ w/c: 3.6k

➤ warnings: smut, shy/inexperienced reader, underwear fetish?, oral (f receiving), dry-humping, unprotected p in v, cum play, dirty talk, slight choking, body fluids, creampie

➤ a/n: don't know what happened here, but this is probably my filthiest fanfic🌚

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“Rafe— baby, stop— we can’t right now—“ You tried to say in between your boyfriend's kisses, as he was on top of you, pinning you to the bed, making his intentions clear with the way his hardness pressed against your thigh. You were expecting just an innocent movie night with cuddles, but he definitely had other ideas when, in the middle of the movie, he just put it on pause and, with a groan, rolled onto you.

“Why not? You’re on your period or somethin’?” He mumbled against your lips, still not wanting to keep himself away from you and kneading your thigh with one hand. You shook your head, making him finally pull away with a questioning look. “You don’t want to?”

“I do, but… we just can’t.” You mumbled again, your eyes wandering anywhere but his face, as you felt your own face heating with embarrassment. Your reason for that was stupid, even childish maybe, but at that point in your relationship, when it was still so fresh, you were not ready to cross that line yet. 

“What do you mean? You’re horny, I’m horny, what’s the problem?” He teased, trying to ease you a little bit. His hand reached for your face, bringing your eyes back to his with the simple tilt of your head. 

“Rafe, that’s embarrassing!” You threw your head back against the pillow. Your hands gripped his shoulders in an attempt to push him slightly away, too shy under his intense gaze, but he just nestled further in between your thighs, being his usual stubborn self. You huffed in slight annoyance, knowing damn well that since he knew there was a reason, he wouldn't stop bothering you.

“I promise it’s not, just tell me.” He gave you a one-sided smirk, leaning in to trace his lips along the column of your neck, making your breath hitch. “Tell me.”

“I don’t like my underwear.” You mumbled so quietly that for a moment Rafe thought that he had hallucinated it, but then he pulled away with such a grin on his face that you wanted to melt into the bed from the pure embarrassment. 

“You what?” 

“Oh my God, don’t say anything!” You whined, covering your burning face with your hands, pulling your head to the side in a weak attempt to hide in the pillow. Rafe tried to keep quiet, he really did, but the whole situation and your reaction were way too hilarious. “Now you’re laughing!”

“I’m sorry— no, baby, don’t try to run away.” He trapped you back under him, in the same position, after you tried to sneak away. You didn’t know whether you wanted to laugh or hit yourself on the head for even admitting that to him, but now it was too late to think about it, as he would probably get all the information out of you, one way or another. “You really think I care about your underwear when I’m about to get some pussy?”

“I just didn’t think that we would, you know, have sex… I thought that we’re gonna watch a movie and cuddle, and it literally slipped out of my mind, so I just put on, like, the regular ones.” You managed to say despite the way your face was literally on fire. Rafe was trying to not make the situation worse, you had to give him that. He was holding back a smile, probably biting the inside of his cheek, and rubbing your thigh lazily. But you knew him. You saw that sparkle in his eyes that he had whenever his pretty head had something smart to say. 

And now he was absolutely relishing the way you got shy.

He then sat up in between your legs with a lazy grunt, eyes roaming over your body, which was spread so comfortably on his bed in a mess of soft blankets. His hands were on your thighs until one of them trailed a little bit higher, just barely slipping under your shorts, as his thumb slowly trailed the edge of your panties.

“You’re overthinking it, baby, I promise.” Rafe’s eyes darted between your face and his hand. He licked his lips slowly, as if imagining his tongue on the place where his finger was. 

“But they’re pink with some flowers on them. It’s just… We did it just a few times, and I always prepared, and you saw me in those sexy lace ones.” Your voice grew quieter at the last words, hands folded on your stomach, nervously fidgeting. “I just want to look good for you.”  

“You do look good for me. Always. See, the lace is hot as fuck, I’m not the one to complain when you wear it. But these?” You saw the way his eyes narrowed the moment his hand tugged down the waistband of your shorts just enough for him to see the pastel cotton material underneath it. “Holy shit, it makes me hard because it’s so you. Soft and cute and sexy. God— I’m gonna blow up if you won’t let me put my mouth on it.” He chokes on his own words, now fully taking off your shorts and sliding down on his stomach in between your legs, face-to-face with your pussy. 

You couldn’t even bring yourself to be embarrassed anymore. The way Rafe looked at you? The way his eyes darted between your flushed face and already soaked material of your panties, as if asking for permission? Oh, you were so gone for him.

His eyes rolled back the moment his lips connected to your clit through the cotton. He hummed, savoring the taste, giving you a soft lick, and fully soaking the material until it was almost see-through with your arousal and his spit. Your hips moved instinctively to his mouth, and your hand reached to his head to keep him where you needed him the most, while your thighs tightened around his head. 

Rafe nibbed at your clit teasingly, enough to make your spine arch off the bed and that pretty sound slip from your mouth, but not enough to make it hurt. “So pretty for me, baby. So sweet. I could eat you out for hours, I swear.”

“Rafe—” You whimpered, hips twitching at the friction, the warmth of his breath through the soaked fabric making your brain go fuzzy. You tugged at his roots, unable to stop yourself and feeling like you might lose your mind if he didn’t do something.

“Mhm?” He hummed like he wasn’t absolutely feral between your thighs, like he wasn’t already halfway undone just from tasting you through your cutesy little panties. “You still embarrassed, baby?” You shook your head, or better said, tried to, but your muscles weren’t cooperating. Not when he flattened his tongue against your clothed clit again and groaned like it was the finest five-course meal he’d ever had.

It was all new to you. This was the line you and Rafe had never crossed before. The first few times it was usual, kind of awkward sex, where you both tried to understand each other's bodies and get comfortable with the intimacy. But this? The way he put his mouth on you without hesitation, as if you did it a thousand times? This was another level of lust that neither of you expected to feel so suddenly. And now he was in between your legs, completely feral and out of his mind for you.

He pressed his thumb into the damp cotton, circling lazily, watching you squirm. “This is better. It’s you. Real you. Sweet little thing who wanted to cuddle and didn’t even know she was gonna drive me insane. God, my cock is going to explode.” Your thighs clenched around his head, and that smug bastard smiled into your core. The vibrations alone had you gasping.

Then, as if getting way too frustrated with not being able to taste you fully, he peeled your panties to the side, groaning at the sight of your glistening pussy. Didn’t even bother taking them off. Just shoved them aside like they were keeping him from his favorite view.

“Ohhh, fuck, look at you.” He breathed, licking his lips, with that lustful look in his eyes. You bit your lips, looking down at him and clenching from that sight only. “So wet already, baby. You let me get you like this in some flower-print panties? Shit, you’re perfect.”

Your heart did a full somersault. But before you could even process that, his tongue finally met you. Without a barrier this time, there was no teasing, his mouth just started working on you, and it made your back arch and your hand fly to his hair again. You weren’t even pulling anymore but just holding on to ground yourself. 

At first Rafe didn’t even bother with rhythm. It was straight up just messy, greedy licks, like he was too desperate to care about anything else. Then, once he found the exact spot that made your hips twitch up from the bed as if in an attempt to grind against his tongue and your toes curl, that’s when he got focused. That’s when he locked his arms around your thighs, held you open the way he needed to, and rutted his own hips against the bed.

“Rafe— oh my God—” You choked out, breath catching on every wave of pleasure. Your whole body was buzzing, every nerve was ready to snap.

“I know, baby. I know.” His voice was thick and fucking hoarse. “Just let me have you like this a little longer.” He sucked your clit into his mouth, just once, and you screamed, with hands fisting in his hair and legs trembling on both sides of his head, and he groaned like he was getting off on the sound of you falling apart.

You felt the orgasm crawl up your spine before you could even brace yourself. Your body tensed, hips stuttering against his mouth, but Rafe didn’t let up, just slid one strong arm under your ass to pull you closer, deeper into him, until you were crying out his name in the silence of the room.

He moaned when you came on his face, lapping every single drop coming out of his body, kissing and softly licking your sensitive bud to help you ride through it. By the time you finally slumped back against the pillows, boneless and breathless, Rafe rested his head on your thigh with the laziest, most satisfied grin.

“You still worried about your underwear?” He asked, voice smug and rasping, glistening mouth pressed to your skin.

You barely managed to swat his shoulder, hands limp. 

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” And then he was crawling back up your body, kissing all the way from your pussy to your stomach, chest, and finally mouth. You tasted yourself on his tongue, moaning in his mouth in surprise, while he held your face firmly with one hand and felt every last drop of your embarrassment melt away.

You were still catching your breath when you felt him shift above you, muscles taut, chest heaving, jeans doing a very poor job of hiding just how painfully hard he was. His eyes were heavy-lidded and dark, his jaw was clenched, and there was a red flush creeping up his neck. You knew that look.

“Fuck.” He growled under his breath, his palm grazing that flushed, swollen bulge in his jeans, slightly moving away in order for you to see it too. You swore that the sight of him palming himself, with you knowing exactly what was under that, made you even more turned on, if that was even possible. “You’ve got no idea what you do to me.”

He leaned back down, pressed kisses to your jaw, and sucked just a little lower, where he already knew was your sweet spot, then lowered himself further, hips aligning with yours. And when his clothed cock brushed against your covered pussy? You felt him twitch. Like he could barely handle the contact.

“You gonna let me?” He rasped, grinding against you again, slower this time, making your panties cling to your skin again. His voice cracked on the last word, like even asking was taking effort. “Just… fuck against it a little. Please, baby. Just a little.” 

Your brain barely had time to form a reply — you were too focused on the way his thickness pressed against you, the wet patch already visible on his jeans. And when he did it again, groaning low in his throat as he rutted his hips against you, the heat between your legs flared up, making you moan and instinctively reach for the button and fly on his jeans. You pushed his clothes down, wanting to cry from the loss of contact when Rafe pulled away to take his jeans and boxers fully off.

When he got back in between your spread legs, he stepped closer to you, his heavy and pulsing cock fell on your bare cunt, making you clench around nothing again. That picture alone was definitely the hottest thing you had ever seen.

“Jesus fucking Christ.” Rafe hissed, experimentally pushing forward. He smeared his pre-cum against your panties, sliding up and down a few times. For a few moments you were silent, too mesmerized to even say anything. Your body was basically twitching from the feeling of him against you, your brows furrowed and mouth slightly agape. “I’ve never felt so horny in my life, I swear, baby. Gonna lose my fucking mind.”

Your hands found his, which were placed on your thighs, nails digging into his skin to anchor yourself to something because his cock was sliding perfectly between your folds now — not inside, not yet, but dragging against your clit just right, like he knew exactly what he was doing.

Rafe kept going, grinding in little circles, panting above you with a wild look in his eyes. “You feel that? How hot you are for me?” He groaned. “I’m not gonna last like that, baby. I swear to God, I’m already— fuck, I might cum from just looking at you.”

You moaned his name, high and breathy, rolling your hips up to meet his. The friction was heaven. Fucking filthy, wet heaven. Your panties were soaked, his cock glistening with probably the mix of his spit and your juices, and you were both losing control with every passing second.

“Can’t—I can’t take it anymore, I need to feel you.” You managed to choke the words out of you, eyes glazy and barely focused. You reached for him with your hands, grabbing his neck and pulling him on top of you, desperate to feel his weight, his breath on your skin, when you knew what he would do next.

Rafe reached down blindly, and just like before, he shoved your panties to the side again, but rougher this time, less teasing, as he was way too desperate to feel you clenching around him. His fingers barely fumbled because he was more confident with your body now, feeling like he knew exactly what you needed and how to make you feel good. And the second the slick folds of your pussy were bared to him, he let out the most desperate, broken sound you’d ever heard.

“God, baby— please, please, can I?” He whispered, forehead pressed to yours, breath stuttering as he lined himself up, holding his cock at your soaked hole and waiting for your permission. “It’s gonna be so good.” He groaned, barely holding back. “You’re gonna let me fuck you with them on, pretty girl? Gonna let me fill you so nice and full without anything? God, you’re soaked…”

You nodded. Didn’t even care if you were supposed to ask him to wear a condom like you did before. Your whole body was craving him raw and without any barriers, so you were happier to be on the pill than ever before. He bit his lip, groaning and probably sharing the same thought that you did and then he pushed in.

One thrust — slow and teasing, just the head, just enough to stretch you, make your mouth drop open, and your eyes flutter shut.

“Oh my God.” He choked, trembling, holding himself back by a thread, as his head fell forward near yours on the pillow. “You’re so warm— I swear, I’m gonna cum just from the way you squeeze me like this.”

Rafe eased in further, your panties still bunched to the side, waistband digging into your thigh. Everything was messy, from your soaked panties to the kiss that he pulled you in with you both moaning in each other’s mouths and to the way his hips were sloppily slamming into yours.

You gasped, wrapping your legs around him, pulling him deeper. He thrust deep, fast, and desperately now, the room echoing with skin-on-skin and ragged moans, his free hand holding your throat just enough to make your head dizzy. 

Every time Rafe bottomed out, you swore you could see stars, and he never took his eyes off you, even when they rolled back for a second, even when his rhythm started to stutter. His cock was slamming into you with full force, the tip brushing your cervix with each thrust, and for you it felt like too much and not enough all at once. 

“I’m so fucking close.” He groaned, slamming his hips forward, pressing his thumb at the side of your neck until your eyes rolled back. “Gonna fill you up, fu-u-uck— not even gonna pull out. Gonna ruin your pretty pussy and your panties, baby.”

His hips jerked, his whole body shuddered, and he buried his face in your neck as he came hard, spilling into you with a deep, guttural moan. You felt every pulse, every twitch, every second of it, and it sent you absolutely spiraling, making your own orgasm crash over you in a dizzying wave. You whined and moaned his name, dragging your nails down his back and pulsing around his cock so much he swore he could’ve come the second time. 

Your body went limp, blood pumping in your ears, feeling the sticky mess covering your pussy and the inside of your thighs, as well as the thin layer of sweat all over your body. Rafe nestled comfortably on top of you, grounding you with his weight, covering the side of your neck with barely noticeable kisses. 

For a few minutes the room was deadly silent, and neither of you wanted to speak and ruin that moment. But then Rafe slowly rolled over to the side, pulling you with him in order for you to face him. Your cheeks were burning. You tried to bury your head against his shoulder, but Rafe caught your chin between his fingers, gently turning your face toward him.

“Don’t go all shy on me now.” He murmured, voice low and warm and still a little breathless. “You just let me fuck the soul out of you. Think I earned at least one look.”

You let out a soft, embarrassed laugh, avoiding his eyes even as your body curled closer. “That was… I’ve never—” You shook your head, biting your lip. “I’ve never done that before.”

Rafe’s expression instantly shifted into something softer, blue eyes roaming over your face. You bit your lip at the sight of him looking like that—flushed, slightly damp hair and that sheepish, boyish smile on his face.

“Me either.”

You blinked up at him, surprised, but you saw that he was not lying, that the whole thing that just happened affected him the same way. “Swear to God.” Rafe ran his fingers down your side, slow and lazy, like he never wanted to stop touching you. “I’ve had sex, but that? Shit, that was… different.”

You didn’t know what to say to that, didn’t know how to calm down the freaking butterflies in your stomach from his words, his touch, his look. You traced your fingers along the slope of his collarbone, feeling the thrum of his heartbeat still going hard under his skin. “You’re staring.” You whispered, your voice barely above a breath.

“So are you.” Rafe said back, smirking.

You tried to look away again, but he didn’t let you. Rafe’s hand slid to the small of your back, pulling you in until there was nothing between the two of you, until the only thing you could focus on, again, was him.

“I mean it, though.” He murmured, brushing his nose against yours. “The effect you have on me? You’re dangerous. Fuckin’ ruined me.” You smiled, shy but happy, and tucked your face into the crook of his neck, feeling safer than you ever had in your life.

Another long silence passed, much more comfortable this time, with just both of you enjoying the feeling of each other and not ready yet to stand up and clean the mess.

But of course, Rafe and his mouth couldn’t stay quiet forever.

“Also.” He added, voice low and smug. “Gonna need you to wear those stupid little cotton panties every time now. Pretty sure I came harder because they had flowers all over ‘em”

You smacked his chest with a laugh, mortified. “Rafe!”

“What?” He grinned with that usual, cocky smirk, now way too full of himself. “You think lace is hot? Nah. Give me cute prints and my shy girlfriend who gets embarrassed about them, and I’m fucking feral.”

You groaned and hid your face again while he laughed, wrapping both arms tight around you and kissing the top of your head. He whispered into your hair, still grinning and enjoying your reaction.

“Can’t wait to ruin ‘em again tomorrow.”

[lyvhie]

(18+mdni)

ᯓ★ you love haechan's thighs

and he noticed it real quick, how could he not? the way your gaze instantly dropped the moment he walked in wearing those damn shorts. his thighs, plump and stupidly juicy, were just there, out in the open, and your eyes followed them like they had a gravitational pull. you tried to be subtle. really, you did. but he wasn’t stupid. especially not when your hand found its way to his leg under the table, caressing the skin like it was second nature now. sometimes slow, sometimes idle, sometimes with purpose, but always there.

he didn’t say anything at first, just kept smirking to himself every time your fingers twitched when he shifted, like you were trying so hard not to react. cute. but pointless. because he could feel it. see it. all of it. so when you both finally got home, all that pretending? gone. you weren’t even trying to be subtle anymore. you practically threw yourself at him, pulling him into a kiss the second the door shut, lips crashing into his like you’d been holding back for hours, because you had.

and he barely had time to react before you pushed him down onto the couch, straddling his lap like it was your throne, your hands in his hair, your mouth on his, desperate and demanding. it was cute. really cute. especially with the way you immediately tried to roll your hips against him, chasing the friction you so needed. he just chuckled lowly, holding you firmly in place, both hands gripping your hips, keeping you still.

"what's gotten into you today, hm?" he teased, biting your lower lip gently before pulling his head back, just enough to watch you chase his mouth in frustration. "nothing," you murmured, a little breathless, your voice muffled against his neck as you pressed soft kisses there. "just need you," you shifted your hips again, trying to grind down.

“yeah?” he nibbled gently at your ear. “you wanna ride my thigh, baby? is that what you need?” your soft moan in response was all the confirmation he needed—but of course, he needed to tease you just a little bit more.

his hand slid under your pants, fingertips finding the damp heat of your panties. “you’re dripping,” his voice filled with amusement, “all that for just a little of me?” the soft pressure of his fingers against your aching cunt made you tremble, a shiver running down your spine as your hips instinctively rolled down against his hand, seeking more.

"yes, yes, hyuck, only you, so please—" you whined, the sound shaky and desperate, one of his favorite versions of you: needy and willing to beg for him. he silenced you with a kiss, lips pressing against yours with a permissive smile as you clumsily worked your pants off, clearly too impatient to stop kissing him for even a second.

he leaned back and just watched you, eyes dark with hunger as your hands gripped his shoulders and you straddled his thigh like it was exactly where you belonged. you positioned yourself quickly, and the moment your soaked, bare pussy made contact with the firm muscle, you sucked your bottom lip between your teeth, already rolling your hips forward, slowly at first, but soon picking the pace. slick sounds followed immediately, and hyuck groaned softly, gripping your waist as you began grinding with more determination.

he didn’t really need to do anything, just sit back and let you use him. and god, did you. the way your forehead dropped onto his shoulder, your hands clutching him for support as you rocked yourself on his thigh, moaning his name like it was the only word you knew. the sound of your wetness smearing against his skin, the needy little gasps spilling from your lips—it was intoxicating.

and you must’ve really been craving it all night, because the next thing he knew, you were crying out his name in that soft, breathless voice he loved so much, trembling as you came on him. your chest rose and fell with each pant, and he could feel the warm, slick trail of your release dripping down his thigh.

“do you wanna ride the other one too?"

[ryuucam]

SWEET BROWN SUGAR (VOL 1)

˓𓄹 ࣪˖ sweet old kink drabbles hehe ,, featuring diluc, venti, wriothesley, itto (vol 2 here)

tw dubcon in a few, perv!venti, monsterfucking in itto’s…kinks r listed with each character !! MDNI

a/n wrios is so long LMAO u can tell hes my fav.. they were supposed to be hcs but brainrot is real 😵‍💫

DILUC — breeding + tit sucking

the sound of skin slapping filled the room, only broken by diluc’s desperate grunts. you can’t remember for how long you’ve been going at it — certainly long enough to have your cunt stuffed with your husband’s hot cum. you can’t keep track of how many times you changed positions, but diluc seems to enjoy you riding him more than anything. can you really blame him when his face is smothered by your bouncing tits, though? you let out a whine when he starts squeezing them, murmuring something about milking you dry. while one breast is getting squeezed, the other one is getting sucked harshly. but you wouldn’t want it any other way, mainly because he seems to cum harder with one tit in his mouth…

VENTI — exhibitionism + teasing

venti lives like a free spirit - and in his excuse, he technically is one. that’s why he doesn’t understand why you get mad at him when he plays with you … that’s what boyfriends are for, no? what do you mean you’re in public? venti doesn’t care, and truth to be told, he enjoys seeing you squirm after a gust of wind accidentally blows your skirt, coming in contact with the wet patch on your panties. he giggles as he watches your face becoming more and more flushed. what’s worse, the more you tell him to stop, the more little wind torrents appear out of nowhere, cold air hitting your nipples. venti’s not mean - he doesn’t think he is - so he will fuck you, eventually. maybe when you’ll start behaving like the cute puppy you are and keep quiet as he rubs your tits… you don’t want to let the angel’s share customers hear you, right?

WRIOTHESLEY — face fucking + cum swallowing

his head hurts so much. another long day at work, having to listen to every single complaint from nameless prisoners, replying to letters sent by the court of fontaine, keeping in touch with some random patrol officers… it’s all too much. wriothesley sighs as he enters his home. it’s not too late, he thinks, you may still be awake — “wrio?”, his thoughts are interrupted. there you are, his sweet, sweet lover… just who he needed after such a long day. in quick strides he walks over to you, muffling whatever you were going to say with his mouth. you whine as he tugs at your panties and let a cry out when he cops a feel of your tits… jeez, you can be so loud. wriothesley breaks the kiss, leaving your lips wet with his spit, and quickly undoes his trousers. he can feel his cock pulsing, begging to be relieved. he can also feel your pretty eyes staring at his bulge, and who is he to deny you? you gasp as the pushes your head towards his cock, hissing a curt “suck” before grabbing your hair. he’s rough, so rough, and he know he shouldn’t be — you’re his doll, after all. the room is quickly filled with your chokes and broken sobs as you try to catch your breath while he’s thrusting his cock in your mouth. be a good doll and swallow his seed too, will you? don’t worry if you don’t want to! he’ll just have to paint your cheeks with thick globes of cum… don’t be embarrassed, wriothesley thinks there’s no prettier sight than this.

ARATAKI ITTO — size difference + free use

he can’t help it…he’s an oni, damn it, he’s bound to have an insatiable appetite for cute humans like you. you’re so nice, so tiny and plump, big doe eyes always staring at him, pawing at his exposed chest when he presses his hardened cock against your ass in public. itto can’t help it, he thinks, what is a man — or oni, whatever, supposed to do when he has a cute little thing hanging around him so often? he’s so tall, if he turns his head a little he can even see your tits pressed against the fabric of your kimono, droplets of sweat sliding down your cleavage. what’s gotten you so hot and bothered, huh? itto wants to help you, he wants to show you that onis can treat humans so well, so don’t be surprised when you get a feel of his cock sliding between your ass cheeks. you gave him permission, didn’t you? to help himself when he just couldn’t take it anymore, you’re just so sweet to him… and now he’s going to repay the favor. a second later, you’re pushed against a random tree, shirt pulled down to expose your bouncing tits, skirt lifted up so itto has a better access to your poor, poor pussy. his hands cup your waist, your ass, rubbing every one of your nice spots, making you cry out louder and louder. all he can think about is how sweet you are to him and how your cunt is just so tight, so it’s so surprise when he lifts you up in his arms, cock pounding relentlessly into you. itto is a nice oni, he thinks, because he treats you so well, always helping you relax, even if that means having you going dumb on his dick in broad daylight.

[chrollohearttags]

mini part 2 of love thy neighbor

something something..plug!sukuna finally getting comfortable enough to fuck his pretty little neighbor turned girlfriend like he means it (really wants to without holding back). He’s always pictured you as the daintiest, softest thing to ever exist. From the first day you guys met, there’s been this innate sense to protect you from any sort of danger. Especially the ones associated with his line of work…he knows you're cut from an entirely separate cloth than he is yet, you always try your best to fit into his world. Because of that, he tries his damndest to shield you from it. He never wants you to worry yourself with his problems or what he may be doing. Hell, he’d hate himself if you ever caught a glimpse of one of his transactions or got caught in a heated situation. Ryo has such a terrible habit of trying to soften things, despite the fact that you’ve told him how much his infantilizing bothered you.

“I’m just going to the store, I forgot flour..”

“That was just the delivery guy, had to meet him downstairs.”

dressing it up in flowery and honestly nauseating language. Make no mistake, you weren’t thrilled about his lifestyle by any stretch of the imagination. The violence and drugs wasn’t some turn on like portrayed on social media and trust, Jesus would come back before you ever partook. But you weren’t some exalted being that needed divine protection. You had been through so much already, this paled in comparison.Hence why one night, as the two of you were standing in the kitchen of your apartment..you’d confront him on it!

“What are you talking about? I don’t treat you like a kid, (y/n). I’m just tryna’ look out for you..damn.”

“I know that, Ryo. But you act like you can't even talk to me. Shit, you even speak in code. I’m not asking you to tell me all your business but don’t talk to me like I don’t know anything.”

perhaps, it would’ve been wise to stop the sentiments there but alas..you’d open up a can of worms you weren’t prepared for.

“I mean..you literally fuck me soft. Like you don’t want me to break or something.” And in that moment, something just clicked. As if everything you had said finally resonated and he understood. Mainly because you were suggesting that he couldn’t please you where it counted. Ryomen Sukuna was many things and being a prideful, snarky bastard was at the top of that list! And any notion challenging that had to be dispelled!

“I what? Did you just—“

“Look Ryo, just forget I said anything. It’s cool, I appreciate you looking out for me—“

but just as you went to turn heel in your silky robe, wine glass in hand..he’d spin you around until you were well in his clutches. That towering frame hulking over you with those toned muscles coiling you like a snake. You’d never felt smaller before in your life..

“Nah..you obviously had a lot on your mind, sweetheart. Speak up.” That once calm demeanor had obviously shifted to one that was seconds from coming unhinged and there truthfully wasn’t anything you could do to sate it.

without so much as breaking eye contact or that deviant smile that had crept upon his face, he’d plant a heavy smack against you before tugging you closer. It was apparent that he wasn’t going to back down nor did you want him to..to even admit something like that, you wanted more of him. And who was he to deny his beloved’s request?

“I said..speak up, sweetheart…”

muttering before he’d position you against the countertop and slide those tattooed fingers into the seat of your pantries. Stroking that clit before nipping at your neck, even bringing his opposite hand up to clutch it.

“I can’t hear you over how wet she is f’r me.” that menacing cackle rang out in your ear and caused your entire body to shudder in the process. It wasn’t long before he had you writhing around, whimpering and begging for him to stop teasing you. All the while, he was too busy ravaging every inch of that delicate skin. Leaving hickies where they shouldn’t have even been visible, hungrily lapping at your stiffened nipples and pumping two of those thick digits in and out of that tight cunt. You were a dripping, insatiable mess in a matter of no time!

“Y’know..I only held back because I thought you couldn’t handle it. But you’ve been holding out on me. Huh, sweet girl..look at you, about to come and I haven’t gotten started.”

“Okay, Ryoooo..fuck. I’m sorry, baby.”

he could sense that you were close but he wasn’t feeling nearly as generous tonight. You were going to eat those little words of yours. As you began slamming down on his hand, hoping to reach that orgasm; perfect tits bouncing and drool gliding down your chin from the sloppy, nasty kisses, it was snatched away in a matter of seconds. Your body reacted with a sudden jolt as if all the air had escaped your lungs. “Nah, you ain’t sorry yet, sweet girl. Turn that pretty ass around and bend over.” His instructions were very clear and yet it hadn’t registered that he was being aggressive. That was until he grasped the back of that curly hair, shoving you face down on the countertop and taking a fistful of that silky material into his palm. He’d pop your asscheeks once more, demanding that you spread them wider.

“Soft? I was being nice, baby..tryna be respectful..” seconds later, Ryo had slipped those sweats down to his ankles and his aching cock in his hand..stroking it before smacking it against your sensitive slit.

“But if you want me to treat you like one of my sluts, that’s no problem.”

Already seconds from coming undone, (y/n) nearly flew up from your spot when you’d feel that heavy shaft glide in and split you open. And how he’d normally begin with just the tip, you were met with three inches off the bat and you’d better be prepared to take all eight! Medium sporadic strokes turned to fast paced thrusting that led to you being jolted around as if you were weightless. A steady hand gripped your throat and fish hooked those same fingers that had gotten you warmed up into your jaw. Forcing you to balance on your tiptoes whilst that hard cock pounded you. His pace was rough, his movements were harsh but surprisingly…

“And look at you, you like that shit, don’t you? Like being called a slut…felt that pussy squeeze me when I said it.”

that was all but confirmed by the uncontrollable smiling and soft giggles emitted from your mouth. It may have been unbecoming of someone with your background but it felt too damn good! So much so, you had made a creamy mess of him and he craved it all. Bucking and snapping his hips, Ryo crossed his arms against the perimeter of your plump backside, wrangling that ass in whilst marking it with plenty of slaps. Each one makes you cry out for the next and scream his name.

“The fuck you waiting for..come on this dick, bitch. Don’t hold back now. Make a fucking mess. That’s what I make my whores do.” Having awoken something in him that had lied dormant since you came into his life. That veil had lifted and Ryo wasn't interested in playing it safe. He was going to make sure you’d be hooked just like one of his addicts.

“Oh my God—shit! I’m coming..” reaching back to rub your swollen clit until you exploded into a squirting mess all over the floor and you guys’ feet. “Goddamn..that fucking pussy feels good.” Yet, you weren’t getting a break anytime soon. It was right after that orgasm that he’d hastily spin you around, hoisting you into his grasp as he propelled you on his cock once more. At this point, that little hole was nothing more than a glorified flesh light..sucking him in and squelching all for his pleasure. Tears had begun to stream down to your face but that satisfied grin remained and he’d continue fucking his little doll brainless and utterly stupid until he felt himself pulsating.

“Cum in my pussy, daddy. Please!”

“Fuck that, I’m nutting in all these holes tonight. I got a lot to make up for.”

safe to say, you had awoken a monster!

[invincibledc]

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𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐘 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄₊˚⊹⋆

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𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐗 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐎𝐋𝐅!𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄!𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃𝐄𝐑

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Summary: you think you’re heavy? Mark wants all your heavy love onto him.

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Info: inspired by odetari’s music of “heavy love” Hehhe. Werewolf!boyfriend!reader x mark grayson small work here!

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Genre: lime/comfort(?)

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Warning: slight aka suggestive work. Yknow what yeah it’s lime. Reader doubting Mark’s strength and this being mark before season 3

⋆˚ 𝜗𝜚˚⋆ Word count: 1,008

Lying down on Mark’s bed, you couldn’t help but keep scrolling through pages on Instagram. Littered with tons of fangirls yapping about how invincible could bench press a whole building if he wanted to.

You scoffed at this, sure mark was strong. But he can’t be that strong.

Shit, you’re a big guy. Not chubby, but just big. Mark is shorter than you, but loves to top you.

You cannot fuck that little ass dog, he does the fucking. Either way, you keep scrolling throughout your for you page, looking at some news.

Mark comes into his room, walking over as he held your favorite soda in hand. “Heyyy, guess what I found in the fridge. “No way, [fav.soda]! Give it here.” You say up quick to grab at it.

Mark moves back before you could even really reach the damned beverage.

“Ah ah, what do we say?” Mark teased with a knowing smile.

“I won’t say it.”

“Cmon… it’s in the paper of being boyfriends. You have to say it.”

Grumbling, you looked at him. “Thanks.. daddy.”

Mark chuckles under his breath before giving you the drink. “That’s better, baby.” He hands you the drink. You gave him the middle finger, sick of his shit. Mark lets out another laugh before he rest up against you.

You drank the soda, ignoring his lingering eyes onto your pectorals. He’s always had the weird urge since dating you to just, grab them. And now here he is, staring at them as he looks at your stoic face.

“Can I?” He says softly, he reaches his hand towards it. Just to cup it. But a hand smack leaves him with a pout.

“No. No touching til I say so.”

“Yes sir.” Mark says with a grin. You couldn’t help but laugh, despite his position in this relationship. You walk him like dog, okay not really but he’s such a munch for his boyfriend.

You guys started to relax a bit, day turned into night. You were casually out of the showers, mark had already finished his. He sat at his desk, looking through his computer with a bored look.

Hearing the bathroom door open, he turns his head to see you walk into his room, closing it. His eyes rank over your body. Hunger written onto his expression, but not the “ooh food” hunger.

But hunger for a certain man. And that man is you.

“Hey.” He says softly, leaning back into his chair. He pats his lap, you raised a brow. You oddly felt conscious about your build. You shake your head, moving over to his bed to lay down.

Mark frowns, turning his eyes to see you lay down. You usually sit on his lap, at any chance like any chance he gets to touch you.

He yearns to touch you, to be by you. He can’t live a moment without not being by you or at least having a handful of you.

“What’s wrong?” He says, not even trying to hide his concern. “It’s nothing.” You simple said, going onto your phone.

You were clearly hiding something, he always can tell when something was up with you. He gets from his desk, moving towards you.

“Cmon… something’s bothering you babe.” Sighing, you confessed to him. “Okay so I scrolled onto instagram and seen some of your,” you air quoted mid sentence, “fangirls talking about you can just bench press anything like a building.” “I could.” “Shut up I’m not finished mark.” Mark held up his hands in a surrendering gesture before putting them down and listening.

“You’re still human mark, no way in hell could you just lift up a building. Hell I don’t think you can even lift me.” Mark scrunched his face up.

“Yes I can.”

“No you can’t.”

“Do you even know who my dad is, y/n?” You raised a brow as he sat down, letting the bed sink a bit. “Yeah. He’s Omni man.” Mark nods, “and I’m his son. I know I don’t tell you much. But I’m sure I can show you how I can handle you.”

It all happened so quickly. Mark lifts you onto him, you could feel him squeeze your muscular thighs. His eyes blown out as he stares at you as if you lifted the entire stars and galaxy. “I can’t get how you think I can’t just lift you up and destroy you.” He says lowly. His voice low and deep, dripping with lust.

“Well.. do it.” A dark smirk reaches his face as his hands goes up onto your hips, giving them a quick squeeze.

“As your command.” He starts to kiss your neck, leaving you let out a soft sigh. You can feel him grazing his teeth against your Adam Apple.

His hands pressing against your ass, squeezing it. You yelp a bit, feeling flustered despite the times he’s done this before. He then kissed you, your lips mingling with his.

He bites your bottom lip, looking up at you whilst you had your arms around his neck. His hands leaves your hips to go under your shirt.

Caressing your abs to your chest, god he presses his lips harder against your own. You taste so good to him, his fingers rubbing against the bud of your nipples. Cupping your chest, you moan against his lips, breathing heavy.

As mark goes to take your shirt off, Debbie bursts in. That made you immediately get off mark, leaving mark devastated in his mind but flustered on the outside.

“Mom!”

“What? I just want to say goodnight to you both… but if you guys are doing anything weird in here. Keep it down to a minimum.” Debbie then leaves, leaving you and mark a little embarrassed.

“Uh… wanna just cuddle for the night?” Mark asked as he turned to you. “Yeah.. that’ll be nice.” You said with a slight smile.

You and mark laid down after he turned the lights off and placed the covers over you both.

Guess you forgot how strong he could be….

[yzashaven]

pairing ☆ scaramouche x fem!reader

content warnings ☆ nsfw content ahead. unprotected sex. hate fuck. rough sex. slapping. spanking. degradation + praising. overstimulation. nipple sucking. creampie. hair pulling. marking. riding. mating press. prone bone. "whore, slut, baby"

note .ᐟ HEYYY so like... it's been a while, yes? 3 months since my last post, how is everyone? i made this yesterday randomly at 3am and didn't really feel like posting it on the new blog (that is still in progress) also I AM SO SORRY if this is in any way bad?? i'm so rusty... i haven't written in so long but gosh it felt nice to finish a work and i thought it would be a good idea to put it here just because i felt like it akbsuwhs the plot is kinda all over the place i have no idea—anyway, if i missed anything in the warnings, please let me know! i hope you guys will enjoy reading this ♡

word count ☆ 0.98k

the sight of you riding him was the last thing he expected to enjoy seeing. the way your face has pleasure written all over it, your breasts bouncing with each move your hips make, body trembling from the feeling, and most especially, the way you moaned so lewdly.

he loved it, yet hated you.

he hated your cocky and annoying attitude, always teasing and defying him no matter when or where you were. why do you always think you're better than him? you never will be. well... at least that's what he thinks.

putting you in your place was always the one thing he wanted to do. but as much as he wanted to do so out of anger, the hidden sexual tension between you was no joke. he couldn't avoid it.

he wants to slap you, punch you, hit you in some way. but at the same time he feels like pounding you, pushing your face down into the bed, shutting you up with his fingers in your mouth. no matter how much he thinks you're the absolute worst, he can't deny how attractive you are. and it just fuels his desires even more.

his eyes dart down to watch the way his cock disappears into your pussy, smirking to himself, "such a filthy slut. you take me so well, don't you?" hand reaching behind to grab a fistful of your hair, pulling it back, exposing your neck to him. he doesn't hesitate to lean it and mark you as his.

moving down, he sees your hardened nipples from arousal. his lips wrap around the sensitive area and gently suck on one, tongue flicking on it every now and then. he pulls away and finally lets go of your hair. hands going over to grip your hips now before he spoke up, "getting tired already? gosh, you're weaker than i thought."

you shake your head, about to respond but he doesn't let you. two fingers suddenly filling your mouth, "don't even think of speaking," he whispers and lays you down on your back, "i'm gonna fuck you hard, and you'll take it like a good girl, won't you?"

a red hue spreads across your face. speechless, you nod silently. he smirks and playfully spanks your ass, "atta girl." in one thrust, he fills you up completely. grabbing your legs and bringing them up to your chest. his cock is way deeper inside you in this position and he knows that very well.

capturing your lips in a rough kiss, he began to thrust in and out of you, slow in pace but definitely powerful. gradually getting faster, wilder, with each passing second. your hands come up around your legs to hold them in place, spreading yourself for him.

finally pulling away from the kiss, you try to catch your breath but moans flow out of your lips one after another. to add to it all, he brings his thumb down to rub your clit. it was visible from your body language that you were close to an orgasm. so close.

"you gonna cum around my cock like a good whore, baby?" he chuckles. his other hand comes up to your face, playfully slapping you, "i've always wanted to do that since you're so damn annoying." narrowing his eyes, he glares down at you.

"as if you aren't as well!?" you exclaim back, but it fails—he pinches your clit, drawing out a lewd cry from you. "be quiet and i'll let you cum. come on." you look up at him and make eye contact. he isn't moving anymore, his cock just buried deep inside you. the moment is rather intimate, or so you thought.

"fuck you, scara–"

"you're doing just that and you're still complaining?"

you glare up at him, giving up and letting your head fall back onto the soft pillows, "just fuck me already, fucking hell." you unexpectedly say. he smiles, "gladly."

before you could even register anything else, he was already pounding into you. rough, hard, and fast. giving your clit a sufficient amount of attention as well. all of it was completely overwhelming and all you could do was scream out his name as you came around him. gripping the sheets so tight that your knuckles turned white, your whole body shaking.

"fuck–so good... you feel so fucking good squeezing my cock like that, baby." he groans before finishing inside you. keeping himself in place for a while as he calmed himself down before pulling out gently. he silently watches as your body continues to tremble. scaramouche sighs and gently stimulates your clit, "aww, shh... there there..." the gesture causes you to get overstimulated rather than soothed.

"i'm still hard, just so you know." his voice low as a whisper. "let me just..." flipping you over, he puts you on your hands and knees, entering you from behind and making your body weakly fall flat on the bed. he sighs and just gets on top of you, pushing himself back deep into your wetness.

his bare chest to your back, your body quivering beneath him as he began to thrust into you again. starting at a slow pace that gradually got faster, fucking you properly. leaning down, he whispers right into your ear, "such a perfect cunt you've got, huh?"

you're already so close. the head of his cock brushing over your g-spot every now and then. his body trapping you under him, leaving you with no choice but to take what he gave. drool was already seeping from out of the corner of your mouth from how long you've had your lips apart, occupied in moaning his name over and over again.

as much as he despised you, he could never even think of denying how much he adored the fucked out state you were in. all because of him.

[girlinterupptedsblog]

Manspreading

Pairing: Rafe Cameron x Female Reader

Summary: It's a typical night out with friends, but all you can focus on is Rafe. He’s lounging in the booth, not caring about the looks he's getting from others, but the truth is, you’re captivated by the way he holds himself—especially when he manspreads.

Warnings:

Explicit content

Mild public teasing

Possessiveness

Flirting

Steamy moments

Mentions of alcohol (no over-indulgence)

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The night out with your friends had started off casual. Drinks, laughter, the familiar hum of music filling the background. But as you slid into the booth, your eyes immediately sought out Rafe. He was leaning back, elbows on the table, and you couldn’t help but notice how he casually took up more space than anyone else. His long legs were stretched out in front of him, wide and relaxed, and your gaze instinctively flickered downward. The way his thighs looked, the way his posture was so effortlessly confident, made your heart race.

You tried not to stare, but it was like your eyes betrayed you. Every time you looked up at Rafe’s face, his lips would curve into that signature, smug smile that made your stomach flip. He knew exactly what was happening.

"Something on your mind, babe?" he asked, voice low, teasing. You knew he was watching you out of the corner of his eye.

You fought back a blush, doing your best to focus on the conversation happening around you, but it was hard to concentrate. Rafe's legs were still wide, and you found yourself glancing down again. You couldn’t stop yourself from imagining how it would feel to be between them, how he always made you feel like he was the only one in the room who mattered.

You took a deep breath, trying to distract yourself by sipping from your drink, but even that didn’t help. Every time you looked over at him, he was still in that relaxed position, and your thoughts would drift back to him. What would it feel like to let him take control, to let him know how badly you were craving his attention? You shifted uncomfortably, hoping no one could see the growing tension in your body.

Finally, Rafe caught you staring again, a small smirk tugging at his lips. "You know," he said, his voice low enough for only you to hear, "you really should stop looking at me like that."

You forced a laugh, but your heart was pounding now. "What do you mean?"

He leaned in slightly, his hand brushing against your thigh under the table, and your body instantly tensed. "I can see the way your eyes keep drifting down," he murmured, his words sending heat rushing to your face. "You can’t stop looking at me, can you?"

Your mouth went dry, and you glanced around, hoping no one else could hear him. Your friends were too busy talking, oblivious to the way Rafe was teasing you.

"I'm not doing anything," you managed, trying to sound casual, but your voice came out breathier than you intended.

Rafe just chuckled, clearly enjoying your discomfort. His hand slid from your thigh to your knee, and you couldn’t help the small shiver that ran through you. "It’s okay, baby," he said, his voice filled with amusement and something darker beneath the surface. "I don’t mind if you can’t keep your eyes off me."

You swallowed hard, unable to look away now. His legs were still spread in that damn way, and all you could think about was the way your body was reacting to him. Every glance sent a surge of desire straight to your core. Rafe was a force, and you were powerless to resist.

He leaned back in his seat, clearly satisfied with the effect he was having on you. "I can feel your eyes on me," he said, his gaze intense. "You want me, don’t you?"

Your face burned, and you tried to fight the wave of heat spreading through your body. "Rafe..." you whispered, not sure if you were scolding him or begging him.

He just smirked again, clearly enjoying the way he was making you squirm. "You don't have to say anything," he replied, his voice thick with confidence. "I know exactly what you want."

[monstersflashlight]

Can you write a longer story on Minotaur Cowboy 🤠

I love the other ask, and your writing is amazing 👏

A/N: First part for those of you who don’t know what anon is talking about is here. (If that link doesn’t work try free suscription on Patreon and this link). This is very filthy, same as last time, and it’s a very niche kink, but good damn it if I didn’t enjoy writing this. Enjoy!

Hucow (part 2)

Minotaur x fem!human || hucow fantasy, voyeurism, exhibitionism, edging

Your minotaur farmer thought he was very smart and he loved you the most, but what he didn’t really knew was that you’d been playing him all along. You enjoyed his attention much more than he thought.

Since the first day you saw him, you wanted him. You wanted him desperately, and when he asked to milk you, you were more than eager to agree. He used his hands on your nipples, gently massaging them at first but rapidly milking you like the cow you were, his body covering your back as his hands squeezed every drop out of you. You could feel his dick against your covered pussy, and you rolled your hips, asking for more, wanting more… But he didn’t do anything that day. You had to walk back home with a dripping pussy and an eager clit that day.

The next day was more of the same, and the next one, and the next one after that… He hired more hucows and more minotaur cowboys, but you were always out of their rotation, nobody could touch you but him. And it drove you wild. You could only watch as others got milked and teased as you leaked, unable to touch your own breasts, and unable to find release.

The first time you saw one of the other minotaurs fucking the hucows, you pinned. They soon realized that was the way to make them more productive, more eager to be milked… So you became bolder, more eager, and he was helpless to resist your sweet scent and tight pussy. When later that day he appeared to milk you, you begged and begged until he was balls deep inside of you, releasing so much come you were dripping around his dick. He humped your pussy like an overeager minotaur as you moaned and groaned, asking for more.

Most times he enjoyed watching you across the farm, fucking some of the others but never looking away from your plump body. He fucked them, milked them… But always found his way to you.

You observed him while he walked around the farm, testing and probing the other hucows there. He thought he was so important and so big, but you saw past his exterior, seeing him as what he was: a bull ready to fuck every one of them until they were crying out. You knew you should be mad, you should be angry that he fucked them first, that he milked them first… but you didn’t care about that, it excited you. You liked how he walked one by one, choosing the pussy he was going to fuck until he was ready to burst, making them come until they were dripping down their legs and their breasts were leaking into the buckets under them, his dexterous hands milking them until they were dry and spent. It was all part of the fun, it was all part of the edging he was playing with you.

Until he got tired of playing with the others, and positioned yourself right into his office. You were like one more piece of furniture, your body displayed there, ready to be fucked and milked by him every time he wanted… or every time you begged loud enough. He loved that, he loved to fuck you senseless and have you bent down so he could stare into your dripping pussy as you milked yourself in front of him, getting hornier by the second just so he could slip right back inside and fill you with load after load. A never-ending circle that left both of you satisfied.

And that’s how you became his personal hucow, ready to be fucked, ready to be milked, displayed on his office for everyone to stare… but not touch.

[badgers-and-cats]

maybe a small blurb of how fred or george would react to reader immediately releasing as soon as they bottom out or try to push in their cock? would they tease us? mock or all restraint would snap and rail us? 👀

My Poor Baby.

i'll do fred for now, but will write another for geroge at some point!❤️

18+ MDNI. Smut under the cut.

AFAB reader

warnings: smut. Fem pet names "darling girl," "dirty girl." squirting. unprotected P in V (wrap it before you tap it!!!).

masterlist

Fred had been teasing you all day. From the moment you woke up, it felt as if he was doing anything in his power to tease you. And he was being so damn cocky about it.

"What is it, darling girl?" he'd ask as if he hadn't stopped touching you just as you were about to cum. That was the 6th time today. You were wet, dripping in fact, and desperate. So very desperate for some sort of release. Lay on his bed, naked, your juices soaking the sheets beneath you.

"Fred, please," you'd whine, knowing he would tease more by asking what specifically you wanted, so you saved him the bother of doing so, "need you... wanna feel you, please," you'd beg.

"how can i resist when you ask so nicely?" he smiles, kissing you softly. he considered teasing for slightly longer - see how long it would take for you to snap. If his cock wasn't so painfully hard - basically begging to be welcomed into your warm heat - he probably would.

He pushed into your heat; groaning at the way your heat welcomes him; warm and wet. He couldn't help but groan at the feeling.

You couldn't help it. You really tried. But the moment he bottomed out; now balls deep inside of you, you released your juices everywhere; covering the sheets completely, your sweet cum covering his crotch and balls, along with your ass. You had squirted due to the sheer amount of teasing. This was bound to happen, it was almost as if all of the orgasms he had deprived you of throughout the day had seemingly all come at once.

"Fuck me, darling," he laughed, not moving from his position, as you lay there, feeling already fucked out and he had only put his cock inside you. Unmoved. He was completely mesmerized by what had just happened - the act alone making him harder, if it was even possible to become harder.

"such a dirty, girl... look at you, looking completely fucked out already... and I've barely touched you... poor baby, my poor baby," he'd say, almost mockingly, as he moves a stray piece of hair out of your face, pouting.

"fred-" is all you manage to moan out, in attempt to ask him to move, your pussy still craving for the friction. he pouts again, mocking you, kissing your neck softly. he still wasn't moving; his cock still snug inside of you. His self-control at this current moment was admirable, you felt as if you were losing your mind.

he laces his fingers with your own, holding them above your head; before finally moving his hips. you whine in pleasure, back arching off the bed as he pounds into you at a brutal pace, your juices mixed with your cum making it much easier for him to do so.

"my precious girl, squirting all over my cock. so perfect for me, you're all mine," he'd grunt in your ear, kissing the skin underneath softly. "I'm so close, gonna cum inside you beautiful... gonna fill you up," he nuzzles his head into your neck, and with a few more strokes of his cock, he came undone alongside you; he paints your walls white as you soak his cock once again with a high pitched moan.

it takes you both a moment to come down from your high, both of you feeling breathless as he pulls out of you gently. you try to speak, "that was..."

"brilliant," he finishes, laying down next to you and pulling you into him. "but don't think were done just yet... i want to make you squirt again," he smirks down at you. tonight was going to be a good night.

[masternutswag]

★☆ 𝐒TUDY 𝐒ESH

- in which you suck the life out of 𝐤𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐛𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐠𝐨𝐮 🧡

genres: filth (smut), agedup!baku, afab!reader

warnings (!!!): friendswithbenefits!bakugouxreader, male receiving oral, hair grabbing, begging, mentions of female receiving oral, mentions of y/n, mentions of kissing, cumming in mouth, male orgasm

proofread?: kinda

wc: 810

masternutswag’s note: this is my first post!! sorry it’s really, really, really short and rushed at the end i just wanted to post it asap lmao. please don’t take this seriously at all okay thank you hope you enjoy bye <3

“Please!” You cry out, pouting like a sad puppy and clasping your hands together. “Please let me suck your dick!”

It’s 2:21am. Exactly 3 hours and 29 minutes past curfew, yet you and Bakugou are positioned in the janitors closet, almost butt naked, huffing and puffing like you both just ran a marathon or two.

He never meant to get distracted while trying to study with you! Your lips just looked so juicy with that new gloss you got yesterday that he couldn’t resist having a little taste.

He never meant to do anything more than give you a little peck, just enough to get a quick tease of your flavour, but he got carried away once you let out one of your pretty little sounds and before he knew it, his tongue was circling your clit.

Katsuki Bakugou never meant to watch you cum on his tongue. It just happened.

And now, you’re ready to return the favour.

Bakugou scoffs, rolling his eyes and crossing his arms neatly over his pecs. “You’re so pathetic. I said no like a thousand times, just leave it, dumbass. I’m satisfied.”

“But you ate me out! It’s only fair that i return the favour.” You whine, tilting your head slightly to the left in that way that always makes Katsuki fold.

He admired you for a second, knelt on your knees in front of him, eyes wide with pleading, and he already felt himself stiffening.

“Fine. But make it quick.” Your face brightens as you move to reposition swiftly, bracing your elbows on his thighs and propping your head up with your left hand.

You use your right hand to lightly palm at his firm erection, earning a soft groan from the receiver.

“I’m gonna make you forget your own name, Katsuki Bakugou.” You purr slyly, tugging on his waistband and watching in awe as his perfectly sculpted cock almost springs up, bouncing against his defined abs and standing tall.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever. Just get on with it already.” Bakugou breathes out, trying to hide the faint blush on his cheeks.

You start by taking his tip into your mouth cautiously, suckling gently and silently swooning over his size.

There was no denying it, Bakugou was huge.

You noticed it briefly on the daily, sometimes letting your eyes drift south during his morning stretches in those damn grey sweats he always wore; but never, did you expect for him to be this fucking huge.

But. If there’s one thing you can do, it’s take dick.

So you continue to slowly push yourself down him. Down. Down. Down. Until you finally bottom out, taking a minute to adjust and catch your breath.

Bakugou is speechless. Not once has a girl ever bottomed out when giving him head, but here you are, not only practically shoving him down your throat but doing it with what looks like ease.

“Wow. Who knew you could actually be good at somethi- Fuck!” Bakugou yelps out as you suddenly drag your mouth up his length, hollowing your cheeks and being careful not to let your teeth nip his figure.

He groans out shamelessly, grabbing onto your hair and tugging ever so slightly. You whimper quietly at the contact, the vibrations sending shocks of satisfaction through his lower half.

Bakugou’s hand guides you up and down his cock steadily, your eyes roll back involuntarily as he slips in and out of your throat deliciously. Your throat hugs him so perfectly,

like you were built just for him.

The sensation sends him into cloud nine and his body moves on autopilot, thrusting his hips sloppily up into your mouth, chasing his high desperately.

You start to gag but suppress it quickly, struggling to keep up with Bakugou’s fast tempo but once your bodies find a rhythm yet again, Katsuki is so far gone you think he may never come back down.

Bakugou’s orgasm comes (get it?) so fast both of you can hardly comprehend it’s happening before hot, sticky liquid is already gliding down your oesophagus. You can’t help but moan, swallowing like it’s reflexive and sighing as you pull his still throbbing member out of your mouth.

You wipe your mouth with the back of your hand, content and smiling. “How was that?” You ask, looking up at Bakugou expectedly but giggling as you meet the sight of Katsuki, eyes closed, completely blissed out so far that you could mistake him for being dead.

“My God.” Is all he manages to croak out, leaning back and sighing deeply. “I’ll never deny you again.”

You giggle once more, standing up and watching as he helps you lift him. You both reclothe yourselves and after a sweet peck on the forehead and a goodbye, part ways with a glow on your cheeks.

You will definitely be meeting for another study session soon.

[shelbgrey]

Yes, Sensei(Johnny Lawrence)

Paring: Johnny Lawrence x Girlfriend!Reader

Summary: Johnny wants to teach his girlfriend a few things, but they get distracted

Warrings: SMUT! Unprotected sex, kinda public sex but you're alone in the dojo, oral(F receiving), small sensei kink, dirty talk, P in V, cream pie, language, age gap couple, the words dick and pussy used.

A/n: this gif makes me feel certain things.

MasterList ML2

Y/n sighed, walking into the room where Johnny had his classes. Johnny thought if anyone was gonna teach his girlfriend any type of self defense it was gonna be him. She walked past him towards one of the matts and bent down in front of him to grab one of the larger ones.

Johnny had to do a double take when she bent down, he couldn't help but stare at the curve of her ass in those tight, black leggings. “Well, damn” he muttered to himself.

“What?” she looked over her shoulder at him and raised an eyebrow. She knew what she was doing as she dragged the mat over to Johnny.

“Don’t play dumb. You knew exactly what you were doing” He gave her a smirk, his blue eyes traveling every inch of her body with no shame as he helped her put down the mat.

Y/n stepped onto the mat. “And what exactly am I doing, sensei?” she asked in a teasing tone. She always had a playful mock in her tone when she called him that, not realizing what effect that actually had on him.

He stepped onto the mat as well, towering over her. “Wearing those leggings. Trying to distract me”

“Hey, that's your fault. This is all I had left to wear,” she pointed out, not revealing the fact she had plenty to wear and knew what it would do to him if she wore the leggings. “you didn't do laundry like you were supposed to”

“You know I’m not very good at remembering laundry,” Johnny stepped forward and placed his hand lightly on her waist. “You really think I’m gonna be able to teach you anything with that ass distracting me?”

“Well, don't get distracted,” y/n teased. “teach me”

“I’m trying, it's hard though” He muttered to himself, he placed his leg between hers and pushed them apart a bit, forcing her into a slightly wider stance.

Y/n wasn't listening to him, messing up the stance she put her in and did a fake side kick.

“Hey! Eyes on me”

She stopped immediately. “yes, sensei” she said, giving him a shit eating grin.

He rolled his eyes. “Alright, so first you’re going to learn the stance” He positioned her, moving her hips, her feet, and her arms into the correct position.

Y/n stood in the proper stance, holding her hands up. Damn It felt good to have his rough hands brushing across her skin, adjusting her body to his will. At that moment all she wanted was for him to take her right there on that mat. Then on the other hand a smirk couldn't help but tug in her lip at the serious look on face.

“Now you’re going to try and hit me” He stood across from her in the same stance, but his arms were crossed over his chest.

She did a jokingly, dramatic ‘hi-yah’ and her hand came near him then immediately stopped. Then she just booped his nose with her index finger. “boop”

He sighed and grabbed her wrist. “Cut it with the cutesy bullshit” he said. He tried to sound serious, but he also had a hint of light heartedness in his voice. He never wanted to sound harsh or rude to her. “Come on, actually try and hit me”

She rolled her eyes playfully. “alright, alright” she got back into the stance and went to hit him, which he immediately blocked with ease. She was always fascinated and impressed how karaty was like second nature to him. And deep down watching him train or teach as class never failed to get her hot and bothered.

He easily blocked her second hit, taking her arm and turning to have her back against his chest. “That's all you’ve got, baby?”

She huffed when he turned her around. She pressed her back to his chest and put her hands on the arm he had wrapped around her. “I can do that sidekick thingy”

“That side… kick… thingy,” he rolled his eyes, but let out a deep chuckle at her choice of words. His other hand went to rest on her hip as they stood close to each other. “Which one, Baby? There’s a few”

“Hang on” y/n moved out of his grip then faced him. She stood on one foot and did a bad side kick move and did an overly dramatic karate noise. She had also lost balance immediately and fell down on the mat.

Johnny burst out laughing, unable to keep holding it in after he saw her fall. “You okay down there, y/n?”

“No, I'm in complete agony” she said sarcastically.

He knelt down in front of her, and gently tilted her chin up with his fingers. “Such a drama queen”

Y/n stuck her tongue out, making him smirk. “Oh I’m sure you could put that tongue too much better use”

“Oh, yeah?”

He moved to be over her, pressing her down against the mat with his body, his hands holding himself up to look down at her. “Yeah, I’m sure I can think of something”

“Mm, I can think of a few things” she smirked, wrapping her arms around his neck.

He smiled and bent down a bit, his lips close enough to hers that their noses were touching. “Why don’t you show me?”

“Yes, sensei” she whispered seductively and pressed her lips against his roughly. He groaned softly at the sudden kiss, his lips parting for her tounge to slide across his. His hands moved down to rest on either side of her head, his fingers digging into the mat lightly as the kiss got more heated. His tongue moved against hers, exploring her mouth slowly.

Y/n moaned softly against his lips, cupping his jaw as their tongues tangled together. She hooked one of her legs over his waist, pulling him closer. His other leg moved between her thighs, spreading them wider as he settled himself more comfortably between them. His hands tightened around her waist possessively.

“J-Johnny” she moaned softly.

Johnny moved one hand to her thigh, holding it as he pushed his hips against hers, pressing her even more into the mat. His tongue moved against her as he kissed her hungrily, moving to her neck as he spoke in a low voice. “Maybe we should continue this in the office”

“don't you want to take your girlfriend right here in the middle of your dojo, sensei Lawrence?” she teased in a teasing, seductive voice.

He growled against her neck, biting gently “You're pushing your luck, y/n,” His hand moved higher up her thigh. “And for the record, you're not exactly being very respectful to your sensei right now”

“I'm sorry, sensei” she said softly, trying to give him puppy eyes, but they were too lust full.

He groaned at her expression, moving back up to capture her lips again. “That look, that fucking look” His hand moved to cup her face, kissing her more intensely, pulling a moan from her. “You know what that does to me” His fingers trailed down her jawline. “Such a fucking brat”

He broke the kiss, panting softly as he stared down at her with darkened eyes. “You want me to show you what happens to brats in my dojo?” His voice was low and husky with restrained desire, making her look up at him with doe eyes.

He smirked at her lustful gaze, deliberately rolling his hips against hers, making her moan. “Words, Baby. I want to hear you say it,” His hand moved to grip her hair lightly, just at the nape of her neck. “Tell me exactly what you want, right here”

“Fuck me” she moaned breathlessly as her voice sounded so desperate and needy. She gripped his biceps tight to prove her point.

His eyes darkened even further at her words, a low growl rumbling in his chest. He pulled her hair slightly, tilting her head back as he kissed her roughly. “That's it. Ask your sensei to fuck you in the middle of the dojo”

Y/n moaned against his lips, tugging at his hair. “P-please,” she moaned desperately, submitting to him. “please fuck me, Sensei, r-right here” she begged and stuttered.

He smirked wickedly at her desperate plea as he ground his hips against hers teasingly. “Such a needy little thing, aren't you? Begging your sensei to fuck you right here”

“J-Johnny”

He silenced her with a hard kiss, his tongue invading her mouth possessively. “Shut up and spread your legs, brat. I'm gonna give you what you need” He commanded harshly, his hands moving to her knees and pushing them apart roughly.

Y/n's head fell back against the mat as she spread her legs for him. She was so desperate for him, soaking wet through the black leggings that covered the part of her body that needed him most.

He looked down at her spread legs, his eyes dark with lust as he took in the sight of her soaked leggings. He reached down, hooking his fingers into the waistband and pulling them down roughly, revealing her pink lace panties. “Fuck, you're soaked”

Y/n's breath hitched as she arched her hips up to help him get her leggings off. Johnny tugged them off completely, tossing them aside. He let out a low groan as he gazed at the damp spot on her panties. “Look at that, you're dripping for me already, aren't you?” His fingers traced the damp lace teasingly.

Y/n moaned desperately, her head falling back against the mat. “y-yes, sensei”

He growled possessively at her response, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down as well. He tossed them aside, leaving her completely bare and exposed before him. "Fucking hell, baby”

“J-Johnny” she moaned softly and desperately.

Johnny looked up at her with a wicked grin, his hands gripping her inner thighs and spreading her legs even wider. He leaned down, his hot breath fanning over her exposed center. “You want my mouth on this pretty little pussy, don't you?”

“Y-yes!” y/n moaned.

He chuckled darkly, his tongue flicking out to taste her, making her gasp. He groaned at her flavor, diving in and eating her out like a starving man. His hands gripped her hips, holding her in place as he feasted on her. “so fucking sweet”

She threw her head back against the mat in pleasure. She gripped his hair, arching her hips up. “j-Johnny!” she cried out louder.

He sucked on her clit, flicking his tongue against it rapidly as he ate her out. His nose buried in her pussy, inhaling her sweet scent deeply. He looked up at her, his eyes dark with lust as he saw her gripping his hair and arching her hips. “Fuck, baby”

He groaned, hooking her leg over his shoulder, giving him even better access to her pussy. He licked and sucked her clit, feeling her getting closer and closer to the edge. He slid a finger inside her, curling it up to hit her G-spot.

“Fuck, J-Johnny!”

He added another finger, pumping them in and out of her as he continued to suck on her swollen nub. He could feel her getting closer, her inner walls trembling around his fingers. He growled possessively against her, sending vibrations through her sensitive flesh.

“Johnny, I'm close!”

He doubled his efforts, sucking harder and curling his fingers deeper, determined to make her cum undone. His other hand gripped her ass, squeezing the soft flesh as he held her tight against his face. “Don't hold back, baby. Cum all over my face. Show me what I do to you”

“Johnny!” she cried out, cumming on his tongue.

He groaned in satisfaction as he felt her cumming, the taste of her filling his mouth. He continued to lap at her, prolonging her climax until she was trembling and sensitive. Finally, he pulled back, his lips and chin shiny with her juices. He climbed up her body, his hard dick pressing against her stomach. He captured her lips in a searing kiss, letting her taste herself on his mouth. He broke the kiss to look down at her, his eyes full of desire and possession. “You taste so fucking good, baby”

Y/n moaned against his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck. He nuzzled against her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. He could feel his release getting closer just from the intimacy of holding her like this. He nudged her legs apart with his knees, settling himself between her thighs once more.

“N-need you” y/n mumbled desperately, tugging at his sweatpants.

He quickly pulled his sweatpants down, freeing his hard, throbbing cock. He didn't even bother to take off his shirt, too desperate to be inside her. He grabbed her hips and positioned himself at her entrance, his tip teasing her wet folds. “You need me where, baby?”

“You know where I need you”

He smirked, unable to resist teasing her even in his desperation. “Oh, you mean right here?” He rubbed the head of his cock along her slit, coating himself in her arousal. “Beg for it, baby. Tell me exactly what you want”

“P-please, Johnny,” she arched her hips up, desperate for some friction and needing him closer. “I need you inside me”

His control snapped at her plea. He grabbed her hips and thrust his cock deep inside her in one swift motion, not even giving her a second to adjust before he started pounding into her. “Fuck, you're so tight!” He grunted, his balls slapping against her ass with each thrust.

“Johnny!” she gasped, digging her nails into his back and wrapping her legs around his waist.

He grunted as he felt her nails digging into his back, the slight pain only adding to his pleasure. He leaned down to capture her lips in a messy, aggressive kiss as he continued to fuck her hard and fast, their bodies slamming together as she moaned against his lips. Her tongue with his roughly as she raked her nails down his back. “You feel so fucking good, baby”

He hissed at the stinging pain of her nails on his back, but it only spurred him on. He wrapped his arms around her, lifting her up slightly and changing the angle of his thrusts so that he was hitting her deeper with each pump of his hips. “Come on, baby”

“J-John,” y/n gasped, tugging at his hair. “Johnny, I'm close!” she moaned desperately.

He groaned at her desperate cries, he redoubled his efforts, feeling his own climax barreling towards him. He gripped her ass tighter, plunging into her feverishly as he chased their mutual pleasure. “Come for me, y/n. Cum all over my cock, baby”

She gasped, throwing her head back in pleasure. The pressure of the overwhelming orgasm made her eyes roll back as she dug my nails into his back. “Fuck, Johnny!” she cried out, cumming on his cock.

He moaned at the feeling of her tight pussy clenching around him, he lost it. With a loud grunt, he buried himself to the hilt and came hard inside her, making her moan as his hot seed filling her up as he continued to thrust into her spasming cunt, prolonging his orgasm. “Fuck!”

As the final waves of pleasure subsided, Johnny collapsed on top of y/n, both of them panting heavily. He nuzzled into her neck, pressing soft kisses to her damp skin. “Holy shit, that was intense” He murmured, a satisfied smirk curling his lips.

Y/n suddered, trying to catch her breath as she nuzzled her face into his neck. He held her close, feeling a sense of contentment wash over him. For a moment, he just stayed there, enjoying the afterglow and the warmth of her body pressed against his. “You okay, baby?” He asked softly, his voice rough from exertion.

“I'm great,” she smiled softly.

He grinned and pressed a gentle kiss to her lips before pulling out of her slowly. He winced slightly as he felt their combined juices leak out of her. “Damn, that's a mess” He chuckled, looking down at the sticky substance on his cock and her inner thighs.

“Your fault,” she joked softly. She shifted her legs slightly, feeling her skin stick to the training mat slightly.

He snorted and shook his head, a playful smirk on his face. “Yeah, well, can't say I regret a second of it” He stood up, admiring y/n's flushed and sated form sprawled out on the mat.

“mhm” she hummed, stretching.

He grabbed a towel from the nearby equipment shelf and crouched down next to her, gently wiping the sticky residue from her inner thighs. It made her moan softly as the soft material made contact with her sensitive core. He couldn't help but chuckle at the absurdity of the situation - they'd just had sex on the training mat like a couple of animals.

He saw her wince and moan softly as he cleaned her up, and he couldn't resist teasing her a little. He slowly dragged the towel between her thighs, watching her face contort with sensitivity. “Damn, you're so sensitive now”

“Usually how it works,” she said softly and sarcastically.

He barked out a laugh at her sassy response, shaking his head as he finished wiping her down. “Smartass” He tossed the towel aside and stretched out beside her on the mat, propping himself up on an elbow to gaze down at her with a mischievous glint in his eye.

“What?” she raised an eyebrow.

“Just admiring my handiwork” He grinned, reaching out to run a finger along her collarbone, down the valley of her breasts, and over her flat stomach. His touch was light and teasing, but also possessive.

“Of course, why wouldn't you?” she rolled my eyes playfully.

He chuckled and leaned down to press a soft kiss to her stomach, his breath warm against her skin. “Because I just fucked you stupid on the training mat, and now I get to bask in the afterglow of knowing I made you feel that good”

Y/n smirked. “I guess you're right.You did make me feel pretty good” she teased, but told nothing but the truth.

He lifted his head to look at her, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he smirked back. “‘Pretty good’?” He quoted, his fingers splaying out over her stomach possessively. “You make it sound like it was nothing special” He pretended to pout.

“I think the mess on your dick and the training mat says enough” y/n teased.

He burst out laughing at her comment, shaking his head in amusement. “Fuck, you're something else, you know that?” He said as he leaned down to press a firm kiss to her lips. “But you're right, the mess speaks for itself”

“But, yes... You were amazing”

He smiled warmly at her praise, his heart swelling with affection for this stubborn, sassy woman. “And you were incredible, as always,” He murmured against her lips, his voice filled with adoration. “I don't know what I'd do without you, Baby”

To that, y/n lifted her head and gave him a soft, quick kiss on the lips. He deepened the kiss, his hand sliding up to cup her cheek possessively. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers, his eyes searching hers intensely. “I love you, okay? I know I don't say it enough, but I fucking love you so much it hurts sometimes”

Y/n looked into his blue eyes, smiling lovingly. “I love you too”

He held her gaze for a moment longer before speaking. “Say it again,” He whispered, his voice hoarse. “I need to hear it one more time today” He murmured, his thumb rubbing her cheek gently.

“I love you, Sensei Lawrence,” she said, giving him a cute smile.

A dopey grin spread across his face. “Goddamn, that's still hot when you call me Sensei” He said with a chuckle, nuzzling against her neck.

Y/n chuckled softly, running my fingers through his hair, making him hum contentedly. He leaned in, nuzzling into her touch. They lay there for a while longer, basking in the post-coital glow and the warm feelings that had grown between them. Eventually, he lifted his head to look at her again, his expression turning more serious. “Hey, y/n?”

“hm?”

He carefully brushed a strand of hair from her face, his expression thoughtful. “Being with you, it makes me want to be a better man. To be worthy of you” His voice carried a very rare vulnerability.

“You are worthy” she said softly, cupping his jaw and gently rubbing his cheek.

He leaned into her touch, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment. “I don't know what I did to deserve you, but I'm grateful every fucking day” He opened his eyes again, looking at her with unabashed love and adoration.

“You're such a big softy after sex” y/n teased lovingly.

He scoffed, but a soft smile tugged at his lips. “Shut up,” He murmured, pressing a gentle kiss to her forehead. “You bring out this mushy shit in me. I can't help it” He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“Definitely not complaining”

He nuzzled into her neck, inhaling her scent deeply. “You know what else you make me want to do after sex?” He asked mischievously, his fingers tracing patterns on her back.

“What?”

He leaned in close, his breath tickling her ear as he whispered. “Order a huge pizza. I'm fucking starving after that workout” He gave a playful wink, his stomach rumbling loudly as if on cue to emphasize his point.

Y/n scoffed playfully, rolling her eyes. “such a romantic thing to say to your girlfriend after sex”

He chuckled and shrugged unapologetically. “Hey, I'm a simple man. Food and a beautiful woman, that's all I need,” He grinned, giving her a quick kiss on the lips before sitting up and stretching lazily. “Is Pepperoni okay?”

Y/n sat up from the mat, putting her shirt back on. “yeah, sounds good”

He pulled on his own shirt, a well-worn white t-shirt that hugged his muscular frame, before pulling out his phone to place the order. “Alright, pizza will be ready in 15. We'll pick it up on the way home” He said, putting his phone in his pocket.

Y/n reached over for her leggings and pulled them on. “m'kay”

He watched as she pulled on her leggings, admiring her legs appreciatively. “Fuck, you in those leggings, almost as good as seeing you out of them,” He teased with a mischievous grin, grabbing his jacket off the floor. “Almost”

She rolled her eyes playfully as she pulled her converse back on and tied them. She stood up from the mat and pecked him on the lips. “your gonna need to do deep cleaning on the mat before your next class”

He cracked a grin as he surveyed the disheveled state of the training mat, his mind still fuzzy from the afterglow. “Eh, I'll get to it later. Priorities, Baby” He winked at her, pulling her in for one last tight hug.

“I'm serious, bleach, holy water, I don't care just clean it,” she gave him a playful glare. “I won't be able to look Hawk or Miguel in the eyes if they used that same mat after we did what we did”

He burst into laughter, pulling her closer and kissing the tip of her nose. “Alright, alright, you're right. I'll get it done before my next class. Happy?” His hands found their way to cup her ass through the leggings. “Though I gotta admit, it was totally worth it”

She went to swat his hand away, but he caught her wrist in his hand, pulling her closer with a cocky smirk. “Hey now, none of that. You were just as into it as I was,” He pressed a lingering kiss to her neck. “And don't act like you didn't enjoy getting a private lesson from your sensei”

A small shiver went down her spine and her cheeks went red at the way he whispered the last part in her ear. He immediately noticed her reaction and chuckled, his grip on her wrist tightening affectionately. “Yeah, that's what I thought. Alright, let's go get that pizza. I'm fucking starving” He led her out of the dojo, still holding her wrist in his hand.

[calypso-apologist]

ahem... do you also have Telemachus nsfw alphabet that you're hiding or? if not make one pwease

Telemachus NSFW Alphabet ♡

Template by @/the-coldest-goodbye.

A = Aftercare (what they’re like after sex)

Very cuddly. He tries to keep snacks and some wine around when he plans to have sex to make sure you can enjoy it afterwards, but usually you two just lay together, either falling asleep or just looking at the ceiling as you talk.

B = Body part (their favorite body part of theirs and also their partner’s)

His? Probably his hands. He likes exploring your body, seeing how you react to his squeezing and dragging his fingertips along your body.

Yours? Your lips. Your soft, sweet, teasing lips. He loves your lips so damn much. The way they feel against his skin, the way they taste against his own... It means so damn much to him.

C = Cum (anything to do with cum, basically)

Usually a few thick blotched at first, followed by a short almost watery stream.

D = Dirty secret (pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

On several occasions, Telemachus woke up in the middle of the night because of how intense a wet dream he had was. Of course, you were the main star of said dream. Sometimes he wakes up leaking pre-cum and he just... you know, finishes it with his hand. Sometimes he wakes up already after orgasm. He usually can't bring himself to look at you the next day, he's too embarrassed.

E = Experience (how experienced are they? do they know what they’re doing?)

Absolutely none. You're his first. He has absolutely no idea what he's doing, he's just kinda trying things and observing your reactions to figure out what's good and what isn't. He's a quick learner, though.

F = Favorite position (this goes without saying)

Cowgirl.

He has very little experience in general, so he relies on experimenting and trusting you. And if you take charge? If you ride him? He loses it. Completely. Don't get me wrong, he will still do his best to learn how to get good, but having you in charge just... does something to him.

G = Goofy (are they more serious in the moment? are they humorous? etc.)

What he lacks in experience, he makes up for in trying to keep you happy. He'll make jokey comments about what he's doing just to hear you giggle and see that fond eye roll you would always give him when he was acting like a dumbass. Plus, it gives him some more time to try and figure out what the hell he's supposed to be doing.

H = Hair (how well groomed are they? does the carpet match the drapes? etc.)

He has relatively not much body hair. Don't get me wrong, he's not hairless in any way, but it's not exactly a lot, either.

I = Intimacy (how are they during the moment? the romantic aspect)

Very. His parents are both hopeless romantics, what do you expect? Of course having sex with you is pretty much a religious experience for him.

J = Jack off (masturbation headcanon)

Not exactly often, maybe twice or thrice a month when he feels pent up but doesn't really want to bother you. He usually tries to pretend it's your hand, though.

K = Kink (one or more of their kinks)

Did they invent pegging yet?

L = Location (favorite places to do the do)

The bed. He's a simple man.

M = Motivation (what turns them on, gets them going)

Just... flash him. Accidentally. Or on purpose. If he catches a glimpse of any more intimate areas of your body and he can feel the blood rushing both to his face and his... other head.

He'll try to calm down most of the time, since he doesn't want to make you feel overwhelmed by him getting horny in any way (in his defense, he's been forced to live with the suitors for a while now, so he kinda views most aspects of showing interest in anyone as too much because he's scared of being like them), but if you actually communicate that you'd like to do something together, he's on cloud nine.

N = No (something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

CNC or anything that would imply lack of consent or violence of any kind. Choking, spanking, restraints, it all goes. He wouldn't want any of it done to him and he can't bring himself to do any of it to you.

O = Oral (preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc.)

He's very insecure about giving oral. To the point where he will try to avoid it for the longest time. Once he does finally decide to face his fears (don't worry Telemachus, I'm scared of genitals too/j), he is so painfully innocent about it that it almost hurts.

Telemachus cannot, for the love of him, do it "properly", though. It's usually mostly kitty licks or small kisses, so at most, he just uses it as foreplay. You don't have the heart to do anything about it, it's adorable in a way.

But what about receiving? Well... he's delightful about it. Honestly, it's like it does more for him than regular sex. He gets louder, whinier, clingier... Hell, he might even tear up. This man's biggest weakness is his dick in your mouth and I think that's beautiful.

P = Pace (are they fast and rough? slow and sensual? etc.)

Slow and a bit unsure the first few times. Once he gains a bit more experience, it's still rather soft and slow because he wants to make you feel as loved as possible. The only time he picks up the pace significantly is when he's getting close to orgasm.

Q = Quickie (their opinions on quickies, how often, etc.)

No. He's a romantic, he believes it has to be done properly instead of just a fast one and then acting like nothing happened! There needs to be foreplay and aftercare and then you fall asleep in each other's arms! He believes sex to be meaningful, and in his eyes, quickies take away from it.

R = Risk (are they game to experiment? do they take risks? etc.)

Not very risky. He gets too embarrassed at the idea of being caught of messing up. He'll try new things, sure, but you cannot convince him to try anything risky. He's just too pure for that. There is very little actual experimentation there. Sure, he experiments to figure out what you like, but nothing too intense.

S = Stamina (how many rounds can they go for? how long do they last?)

About two rounds, maybe three if he really tries, but he needs small breaks between each round. They're not exactly long, but not embarrassingly short, either. Though he does have a tendency to cum prematurely.

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Nope. No toys. Nothing.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Literally incapable of being unfair. He'll try, but he's way too easy to fluster. Which means that if you tease him back, he just can't do it anymore. Also, again, since the suitors mock him a lot, he has a warped view of teasing and he's worried about going too far.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He tries to be quiet. And most of the time, he fails. He's a loud whimperer. And every once in a while, his moans get pretty loud. Not loud enough to be heard from outside the room, but loud enough to make him embarrassed.

W = Wild card (a random headcanon for the character)

Replacing it with a song I associate with the character for no particular reason again because I hate this letter and I never know what to put there. This one really doesn't make sense tbh, but hey, it makes me think of Telemachus.

X = X-ray (let’s see what’s going on under those clothes)

Five inches soft, gets up to five and a half when hard. Slightly thicker than average. Not very veiny, but you can kinda see a vein on the underside when he gets hard.

Y = Yearning (how high is their sex drive?)

I mean... he's not a very horny person. Sure, he likes having sex with you. A lot. But it's not a driving force in any way. In fact, he'll kind of just... scold himself internally if he catches himself thinking about you sexually for too long. Again, the suitors have really impacted how he looks at those things.

Z = Zzz (how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

My boy is eepy as fuck afterwards. He's awake just long enough to make sure you're okay and then to find the most comfortable position that lets him cling to you for the night. After what, he is out like a light.

[bunni-v1]

yes u did write basically this exact thought but thigh riding (absolutely scrumptious btw) but I cannot stop thinking abt riding ifa n him straight up not helping. just him laying back, enjoying the view and teasing you when you start to struggle

You're So Unfair

U made me do the thing where it was supposed to be short and sweet but ended up being a full thing i hate-love you goldie. I also like totally ignored your prompt by the end, but I know your horny ass is gonna eat this up anyway so i don't wanna hear any complaints.

TW: NSFW; Overstimulation; Mean Ifa; Title corny suck my dick; unedited

Info: Ifa x Fem!Reader (fem bodied, use of “ma’am”); NSFW

MDNI (I'm serious)

It’s literally his favorite thing to do. You always know it’s coming too, wether you’re out with friends or quietly working on something in his clinic, the second his hat hits your head you know what he’s got in store for you. While he does do it just for fun and to see you squirm, there’s a pattern of him getting annoyed by something or someone right before he does it.

It’s a subtle proclamation to you and whoever you’re around that Ifa’s going to ruin you tonight, though you really hope Ororon (and certainly not Citlali) never connects the dots. Ownership, not that Ifa’s all that obsessive about it, but sometimes he’s gotta remind people that you’re taken. Sometimes he has to remind you you’re taken, what with how popular you can be, it’s just precautionary. So, he sets the hat on your head with a smug smirk - sometimes he’ll even drop a hint or two of what’s to come, depending on how annoyed he is with the other person.

In the end, it doesn’t matter, you still end up the same as always. Settled nicely on Ifa’s lap, dick fully sheathed inside rubbing all the right places, and he’s just watching. Hands behind his head, still fully clothed, smiling without a care in the world as you try every tactic in the book to get off. Rolling your hips into him, bouncing, circling your clit with your fingers, playing with your tits, different angles, combinations of all of it… nothing worked as well as he did, and he knew it too. It's why he was so damn pleased with himself, eyes crinkling in delight as you tried to get off by yourself.

“Hard time-“ He begins, cutoff by a sharp glare from you. He pulls his hands out from behind his head to show you he means no harm, the cheeky bastard. “‘f you don’t want my help that’s fine, but-“

You groan, “Ifa if you don’t shut your mouth I swear to the archons you’re a dead man.”

You don’t miss the subtle raise of his brow, not that you can be assed to care much more about his teasing right now. Too hot and flustered, just wanting to get off and go to sleep. You readjusted yourself for the fifth time, back into the original position straddling his waist. Your legs were too weak to support much more than that now, thighs practically shaking from all the effort you'd exerted by yourself. Readjusting gives you a second to calm down, close your eyes, and breathe - maybe if you just started over it would be easier. You knew it wouldn't be, not without Ifa's help, but you didn't get to decide when he was done being an ass.

You nearly jump out of your skin when Ifa's warm hands settle on your thighs, somehow hotter than your own flushed skin. He gives you a little squeeze when you peer down at him, face scrunched up in a warning sneer. He squeezes lightly, showing no harm, and you're too tired to do anything more about it - not that you could deter him in the first place. One last deep breath, your final moment of sanity, and you lean forward to place your hands on his chest.

This position makes his dick press up into you at an angle, rubbing just right against your gummy walls. You use him as leverage, pushing off his chest to aid in your steady bouncing. Back and forth, slow and steady, making sure the drags of your walls were just as painful for him as they were for you. You couldn't tell if it was successful, his face was as relaxed as it always was, an easygoing smile ever-present as he watched your expression. The only reaction you got was the slight flexing of his fingers against your thighs, squeezing and rubbing over the soft flesh in quiet encouragement.

You had no idea how he could remain so calm when you were doing everything in your power to drive him crazy. You were going crazy, he felt so damn good inside you, but it didn't seem to affect him. Not the way you were drooling along his shaft, not the way you were clenching around him, and not even your whimpering was enough to get more than a smirk out of him. It was impossible to get off like this, and you couldn't even get him back for it. No matter how hard you threw yourself down, there wasn't enough. You needed his help, you needed him to just flip you around and fuck you into the mattress.

You bunch the fabric of his dress shirt into tight fists, focusing more on the power of thrusts than the feeling. The wet slap, slap, slap of hot skin on skin sounded in the room. Your body was heating up again, skin red hot with fury to finish, breaths shallow, and head fuzzy in your need. Did he really break you by doing nothing? Archons, he was the worst, genuinely the worst. The buttons on his shirt pop open from your angry fisting, and his eyebrows raise curiously at your renewed vigor, but your mind is far far away from here. 'Just a little further, a little harder, a little more and you can finish' you repeated in your head. Sweet little lies to encourage yourself to keep going.

You don't even feel the hat slowly slipping off your head, nor do you realize Ifa's hands are readjusting themselves. Too lost in your desperation to notice until you feel him readjusting the hat with a firm push on your head. It throws you off your rhythm so badly that you sit straight up again, unfocused eyes looking at him in nothing short of confusion. He takes his time readjusting it, though, ignoring you in favor of making sure his stupid ugly hat is settled nicely on your head. The realization dawns on you slowly, that he was more worried about you wearing his hat than he ever was about what you were doing. Your eye twitches when he settles his hands on your waist, squeezing as if to tell you to continue what he had interrupted.

You don't, though. Your chest is heaving, your mind is barely there, your skin is burning hot, and you have this awful tight knot in your stomach that won't come undone no matter what you do. You'd worked your ass off to fuck yourself against a brick wall, and he was more worried about his stupid hat. You wanted to scream, punch his chest, tell him how much you hated him... but instead, you curled over and cried. You were so overstimulated and tired, it was all you could manage to get out. You needed him so badly and you tried so hard and the only thing that bothered him was his dumb hat.

For all it's worth, that got him to react, sitting both of you up and rubbing your back sweetly. You find it in yourself to punch at his chest lightly, which doesn't seem to bother him much. Not when he takes your face in his hands with an unsure smile - seems you'd really caught him off guard with the tears. Good. He deserved it.

"Why're you cryin'?" He asks with hardly restrained amusement.

You give him another firm punch to the chest, "You're a jerk, you care more about your stupid hat than me."

He laughs at you, "That's what did you in, bro. The hat fallin'?"

"You didn't even care until it started slipping," You accuse hotly.

He scoffs, "I wouldn't say that-"

"I was tryin' so hard 'nd I'm so hot and it hurts so bad," you ramble out your woe, Ifa nodding along like he understood it all. You don't know how long you go for, but Ifa hums along diligently like listening to a petulant child. Soothing you so well that you almost forget he was the reason you were suffering so badly.

When you're more level-headed, he tugs on the brim of the hat to get your eyes on him, "You want my help, or are you done for tonight, darlin'?"

"Please?" You whimper, too softened by him to put up a fight anymore.

He smiles sweetly at you, hands sliding down your back to your hips, "Alright, sweetness, whatever you want."

"Take your shirt of first." You say sharply, already tugging at the offending fabric.

He laughs, helping you work it off without any protest, "Yes ma'am."

Once he is uncovered, he leans back into the pillows, chuckling when you look terrified. He doesn't need to verbally reassure you when he carefully takes your hands and pulls them to his shoulders. You brace yourself there obediently, pouting when he takes a second to readjust his hat on your head, then slides his hands down to your hips again. He gives you one last chance to say no, waiting for your nod before he finally gives you the attention you've been wanting all night.

It's much more than you expected after all the sweet cooing and coddling just a few moments prior. The vigor you'd been fucking yourself with earlier had returned, only now Ifa was in charge. His hands brought your hips down on him at a bruising pace, not giving you a second to collect yourself in the flurry of thrusting. It was good though, much better than the nothing from earlier. The head of his cock was bullying your cunt over and over, dragging against each pleasure point and filling you up perfectly.

You could feel the slick leftover from earlier sticking between the two of you, cool against your rapidly warming skin. It made a slick slopping sound with each harsh thrust up into your aching pussy, a reminder of how badly you'd needed him. The harder he goes the louder it gets and the more your mind fogs up. Your body was weak, limbs shaking as they struggled to keep you held up and in position. The only thing keeping you sane was watching Ifa's expression, understanding now why he liked doing it to you.

His eyes were fixated on your body, sliding up and down, unable to decide where they wanted to look most. From the sticky mess where you're connected, to your tits bouncing in time to his rhythm, down to the way your hips sink from his tight grip. Lip permanently caught between his teeth and eyebrows furrowed in concentration, he looked like an art piece from a fancy Fonatainian art gallery. When he catches you staring, the smirk that lights up his face only seems to make it worse.

Your eyes encourage him to go faster, harder, make you fall apart for him. The heat between the two of you makes you feel dizzy, each movement adding to your building pleasure. This time, though, it wasn't plateauing. It kept going and going, climbing and tightening in your stomach, so close. Your arms give out on you, making you fall forward into Ifa's shoulder. Normally he might pull you up by your hair and make you keep going like that, but it seemed he was spent tonight too. Instead grabbing your ass and slamming himself up into you at the new angle. It offered both of you a tighter squeeze, getting Ifa to make noise for once, groaning with each rapid thrust.

The knot in your stomach snaps all at once, pent-up pleasure slamming into your body all at once. White hot pleasure curls up your spine, making you sob into Ifa's shoulder crying out for the archons loud enough for the whole of Natlan to hear.

You hear Ifa mumble, "Hope Mavuika can't hear our prayers."

He continues to fuck himself up into you, prolonging your orgasm enough that you start shaking. Your body was way too used for him to go at it so hard while you were cumming, but that didn't stop him. When you start begging him to stop, he just presses your face into his shoulder and shushes you with kisses too gently for what he is doing to you right now. You dig your hands into his hair, tugging at it almost as a punishment.

Yet, he doesn't stop, just kisses the side of your head, "Just a little more, I'm close, we can stop right after 'kay."

You shake your head wildly as another knot builds up in your core again, and you know you're going to tumble into another orgasm if he doesn't stop soon. He nods, ignoring your protests as he slips his hands under your thighs to pull you along his member. You're drooling into his shoulder now, voice raspy from how loud you'd been crying. The little knot in your stomach was snapping again as his tip rubbed against your gummy little walls, forcing another orgasm out of you. You clench down around him, pussy determined to end the torture as soon as it could, choking his dick until finally, he buried his face into your shoulder. Muffling his moans through wet kisses along your skin, hands coming up to run through your hair.

You are left basking in the afterglow, chests heaving against each other and hands tangling in each other's hair. Neither of you wants to break the quiet atmosphere built up, enjoying the ache between your legs and the warmth of each other. Ifa, always the stickler for aftercare, is the one who finally pushes you up to a sitting position. He smiles at you when your vision focuses in on him, reaching up to readjust his hat for the final time that night.

"Feeling alright, bro?" He asks quietly.

You nod, a little unsteady, but fine, "You're a monster."

He smiles tiredly at you, pressing a kiss to your temple before gathering you up in his arms and pulling both of you up from the bed. "Would a monster draw you a bath and make you a snack?"

You laugh, "My monster would."

[starkspondwater]

Can u do Kyle eric and Kenny with a playful reader like they like to play fight and just fluster them, also how they would tease u back😭

My writers block is beating me over the head with a ripping plastic walmart bag full of bricks, and hcs are my saving grace

thank you for this 😭

💚Kyle!💚

💚The funnest to play around with. Out of the m4 will be the easiest to rile up and tease

💚When you first showed that playful side to him he honestly wasn't sure how to react- does he play along? let you jokingly hit him? He comes off a little awkward but it's pretty cute

💚It took Stan practically beating it into his head that you were flirting with him. It took longer than Kyle would like to admit for his friend to walk him through the thought process that what you were doing was a form of flirting, but once he got with the program it was all he could think about the entire night

💚Little did he know you had decided to up the ante, and the next time those playful nudges started to get a little more intense you took him even more by surprise. With the feel of you jumping onto his back he froze for a split second, brain short circuiting. Even with those arms nearly choking him he couldn't find anything to dislike about the position and quickly regained himself, hooking your legs into his arms to better hold you.

💚You chose not to point out how silent he was after putting you down, nor did you tease him that time about the red hue on his cheeks. Poor guy deserved a small break...for now.

💚It took a while but eventually he greatly looked forward to those little play fights of yours, fond smiles and friendly eye rolls at your antics. He very much cherished those little bits of contact, more so than he'd ever verbally admit. But a small part of him ached to return the favor

💚Despite his little serious attitude he tries to convey, the façade that he is just so much more mature than his peers, he can give back just as well

💚You had been being a bit of a brat that day, claiming that he really wasn't as strong as you were- with anyone else it'd be a little annoying but that little smirk you wore only made him giddy. "You just think you're tough because you're tall, but that doesn't intimidate me! You're just- Kyle?" Without any warning his arm was up and by your head and his body was close, caging you to a nearby wall.

💚He didn't know why this is what spurned him on. Maybe it was the way you kept bumping shoulders with him or that damned smirk, but either way he received a lovely reward in the form of a pretty flush and wide eyes. For once those lips of yours didn't have a little quip, only opened slightly in shock.

"You seem at least a little intimidated." He whispered, the side of his mouth curling up.

"Asshole!" Laughter bubbling forth after you lightly smacked his chest and stalked off, he thought in his mind that he ought to play along like that far more often.

❤️Eric!❤️

❤️Eric is king of playfighting, he's just a little rough with it. Fair warning.

❤️Bump him in the hallway? Expect to nearly be thrown to the floor after he hip checks you, sparing a cheeky glance as he passes you by. Try to be annoying with childish arguments? Oh honey...he's way worse and will not break character.

❤️This behavior is a natural part of him, something he does with those he likes and even those he doesn't. With you however he almost finds that he seeks out those moments, trying to create those moments any time you're nearby

❤️Normally with others Eric got to be too much, and granted he was aware he took things too far most of the time. When you showed no signs avoiding him he had been confused. Wary even. But he couldn't stop even if he wanted to, at this point his interactions with you were his absolute favorite

❤️You were far more physical than he would've expected. You had no issue getting close and personal with him and roughly pushing his large form. He'd be pissed if it wasn't so cute how hard you tried to knock him down, and it seemed you enjoyed it! That small smile quickly turned to laughter as you realized how sturdy he actually was

❤️When he had invited you over to play some racing game he knew just what he was doing- racing games were a sure fire way to induce some sort of petty argument and he was ready. What he wasn't ready for was for you to practically tackle him onto the couch, plopping your ass on top of him triumphantly like you just climbed a mountain.

❤️"You can cheat all you want Cartman but I'll always come out on top...are you blushing!?" Sure enough his cheeks felt warm and a tingle of shame started to climb it's way to his mind. Before it could though, you just giggled and gave him a fond grin. You weren't making fun of him...you were flirting. Oh. He could play at that game. How hard could it be?

❤️With a small shriek you found yourself thrown off onto the other side of the couch, Eric looming over top. Instinctively your hands came up to his chest, or...at least they would if his hands weren't holding your wrists flush against the cushions. From this angle he was actually...kind of pretty, and from how close he was you got a good look at those intense eyes of his.

"I don't blush, but you sure as hell do, loser."

🧡Kenny!🧡

🧡Kenny is where we are going to mix it up a bit. I will always see him as a flirt- now his success with said flirting is debatable. I think girls find it funny, but that doesn't necessarily mean he's getting numbers left and right.

🧡Playfighting is just another language in the world of flirtations, and he is down for it. Unfortunately most of the people he tried it with tired of it pretty quickly. When you seemed to actually like it and keep it going, he thought he hit the jackpot!

🧡He did it all, the playfighting, the playful pushing, picking you up and swinging you around, all of it. It was fun and casual, and it soon was a normal part of your routine with one another

🧡Kenny noticed things about the people in his life, like the microscopic changes in their facial expressions or the ticks and habits they had that they never realized they did. He liked knowing when something was up, so when you started acting a little differently he started paying closer attention.

🧡You had started getting a lot more flustered when you two were together. Every touch was now met with your titters and nervous smiles. It had worried him for a moment, but the devil on his shoulder had begun to speak to him

🧡Kenny pushed those boundaries a bit, letting his hands linger a little longer as well as allowing himself to invade your space more often. He loved giving you scares when you were very focused on something, coming up from behind and lightly jostling you. This time however, he placed his face directly next to yours, using the 'sexiest' voice he could muster to let you know he was there. Turning your head you found his lips only centimeters from your own, heat blooming in your chest so quickly you though you might die on the spot.

🧡You knew he knew from the shit eating grin he wore. And from that moment you decided that it was about time to wipe it from that handsome face of his.

🧡It took a little planning, but things went swimmingly. Karen was happy to provide you with what you needed and some of the girls were great with giving you ideas on the matter. Inviting Kenny over was the easiest part though, he always took the chance to see you.

🧡Walking into your house he was surprised to not find you anywhere at all. Not greeting him at the entrance, not hiding in the kitchen, nothing. As he made his way through the house he tried to keep his worry pushed down, checking every room he passed. As he reached for the doorknob of what he knew to be the bathroom, the closet across the hall burst open, drawing a yell from the blond.

🧡You didn't stop at the door, trapping him against the bathroom door with both arms and your face tipped up to show an absolutely delighted smile at spooking the poor boy. Kenny was already trying to keep his heart in his chest, but to see that little look on your face along with...was that his fucking shirt? Oh...oh he was in trouble. He stayed silent as he gaped wide eyed at you.

"What's wrong Ken? Cat got your tongue?"

[inkpot909]

Your Relationship Trope (Bucciarati’s Gang)

↳ Gender Neutral Reader. Takes place after the events of Part 5 in a everyone lives!AU.

A/n: It’s been a while! I had to take some time for personal matters, so sorry for my absence. I wrote something just a tad more breezy to help ease myself back into it; I really missed writing. I hope y’all enjoy!

Warning(s): None.

Giorno Giovanna

-> Love at First Sight

This deeply romantic, cheesy, guy.

Because of how much he prides himself on understanding, and by extension owning, his own thoughts and feelings- he could tell there was something drawing him to you the moment he met you. A gut feeling that he’d really care to know you better; one that he knows better than to ignore.

Good luck trying to hide anything from him yourself, either. He is as good at reading others as he is himself.

Therefore, if you felt immediately drawn to him as well, he’s going to notice. You might not say anything outright or maybe try to bury it deep down… but either way, he can tell.

Not that he minds your affections, of course. Giorno gets into this cheeky habit of dangling the concept of a potential relationship above your head. Just out of reach.

Yes, it’s in part because he wants to tease you. Seeing you grow flustered at his unapologetically forward flirtations… it never gets old.

But Giorno is also a very busy individual.

It’s difficult for him to plan meetups with you, being gone for days on end at times. Even up and leaving at the drop of a hat if the need arises. He takes his position seriously, and has been a rather involved Don since day one.

And Giorno is a sucker for the details, so he won’t make the final push to become official unless it’s the perfect moment.

Luckily for you, he’s a patient guy.

And as mentioned, he can read you like an open book. He knows you’re not looking at other men or women. Keenly aware you’re waiting for him to make some grand gesture.

Some guilt inevitably spawns whenever he gets extra busy, but your happiness at getting to see him again quickly puts those worries to rest for the time being.

All that in due time… after all, if it’s really true love, he is in no desire to rush.

That being said, the people in his inner circle would absolutely like him to rush. Who knows about his feelings for you? Everyone.

That’s not hyperbole, he’s fairly certain everyone around him can tell.

He will never shut up about you. In damn near any situation where it may be appropriate. Not in any situation that it would potentially reach your ears.

Mista himself has commented that he doesn’t know which he would prefer: Giorno before a relationship with you or during. Either way he’s ‘dealing with a lovesick fool.’

Giorno doesn’t care much, already knowing it’s something his closest friends ought to get used to. Confident in himself and what he picks up on.

After all, your smile says what his mind is already thinking.

Bruno Bucciarati

-> Reunited Childhood Friends

Bruno Bucciarati is a man that has stuck with the same haircut and pattern of clothing since he was twelve years old.

Of course he’s still not over you by the time of the inevitable reunion. Like Giorno, he’s definitely a ‘one love’ sort of man.

Getting contacted by you felt like a dream… but it also brought forth initial hesitation.

Due to the specific turn his life took, he had to leave a lot of things behind. Some more regrettable than others… and you were one of his biggest regrets for a long time.

Regardless, his heart won that day- as he agreed to meeting up with you faster than he would care to admit.

The excitement and build up to it after a date was set is a beast in of itself. The prospect of finally seeing you again after all these years fills his chest with a warmth he’s only ever associated with you.

His mind whirls, all his thoughts leading back to the hope that he’ll get to know the person you have matured into.

Your career, hobbies, how your family is doing, the path you’ve been walking down ever since he’d left its course far too long ago… and him praying there’s a distinct lack of a ring on your left hand.

Bruno’s glad to say that his hopes were well-placed. Upon seeing you again, you proved to be just as eager to know how he’s been doing all this time.

Your questions leave him feeling bittersweet; something he knew would happen.

How could he even begin to explain himself? Would he even want to? You deserve more than a short explanation or a lie. But he cannot and will not bring you into gang affairs either. And if he was honest…. where would he even begin?

“I committed murder to protect my father when I was twelve and ended up entangled in gang affairs. Sorry for not giving you a phone call.”

… it needs work, to put it lightly.

He’s not the type to succumb to fear but… it’s difficult not to stress over what you would think of him if he’s completely honest with you. It’s a testament to how deeply special you are to him; hardly ever getting this mentally worked up over anything outside his beloved team.

The push and pull of wanting to be honest with you- yet not wanting to risk putting a target on your back.

Whether it’s due to the years of separation or just the undeserved kindness you offer him, at some point, you admit to only thinking of those old days fondly.

Regardless of being quite startled with his sudden absence in your life, you couldn’t hold it against him. You knew of his parents divorce, and the last thing you had heard, was that Bruno’s father was in the hospital.

At first, he’s just resigns himself into being grateful you had it within yourself to forgive him.

But how can he hope to ignore… how lovely of a person you have grown up to be- inside and out. In the long run, it just doesn’t happen. His feelings truly snowballing for the first time in years.

Suddenly, he feels like a foolish child again. Only now, he must be doing something right because you could cause traffic to stop with the way you start to look at him.

There’s a warm nostalgia to you. Someone who knows him; truly knows him. Outside of his work and the contradictions he over for it for years.

And it gets to a point where Bruno resolves he must tell you how he feels. And by then, he won’t dally.

You’re back in his life again, and he’s sure as hell not leaving. Especially not without expressing his feelings.

Only took him short of nine years.

Leone Abbacchio

-> ‘We’re Just Coworkers’

He doesn’t necessarily meet people outside Passione, not one to go out of his way to seek companionship.

He has the team. He has Bucciarati. There isn’t much he wants, or feels like he can, ask for.

It’s because of this that you both are most likely to meet through the organization.

And there’s no doubt that Abbacchio is… apathetic to your position in the gang at first.

Now, he’s not as harsh on you as he was comparatively to Giorno. You’re not a fifteen year old with a savior complex and a tendency to act with a sort of righteous grandeur.

So, in short, you’re already doing great as far as he’s concerned.

Not that he warms up to you quickly; quite the opposite. Weeks will pass before he starts to slowly accept and involve you in any meaningful capacity. A guy like him just needs time to get used to someone so new to him… lots and lots of time.

Once that need has been met, he figures you’re alright.

Not bad company- in or out of Passione business. Far favorable to other people around him, as far as he’s concerned. He finds that you’re much better to converse with than Mista or Fugo.

It’s in his nature to compare a little bit, so when he starts seeing you from a fairer perspective… that’s when a quiet appreciation forms.

Alas, his heart is not as immovable as he likes believing it to be.

Over time, the two of you start to metaphorically lean on one another.

It starts off professionally enough, relying on one another in the heat of battle. Then, it gets to a more personal level- quieter conversations maintained between the two of you beneath the usual noise of the others interacting just a foot or two away.

Still, you two only work together. It’s professional. Without question. At least, that’s the case if Abbacchio or you are asked about it directly.

But the others are oh-so-quick-to-point-out that him letting you crash on his bed during particularly exhausting nights is not exactly platonic behavior. Nor is just how sucked into conversations the two of you get, or how much time you spend one-on-one.

And Abbacchio is nothing if not the type to do the exact opposite of what everyone says.

He’s going to deny it for months. Hell, years if you let him.

Never mind the fact the two of you already act like a couple. Getting ‘mistaken’ as one when going out, regardless if it’s just the two of you or not. Each time, you’re both insistent that you’re merely work friends.

It would be ten times more frustrating if there wasn’t any truth to it that neither of you are prepared to admit to.

It takes a healthy amount of whack cartoonish logic for things to finally fall into place. Being locked in a small room for twenty minutes, or possibly an accidental kiss to the lips… that sort of thing.

Guido Mista

-> Coffee Shop Regular

Mista likes the simple things in life, no doubt.

There’s many ways that fact manifests. One example is that he often wanders around the city in order to check out local businesses. Diners, secondhand stores, and little coffee shops. He knows the area well, and likes sparking up conversations with the people he comes across.

And a cute worker at one of his favorite coffee shops? Makes his day even better, he’d figure.

He was already a regular at your place of employment long before you were hired. Meaning, when he saw a new face behind the counter, he had to offer a hello with a relaxed smile on his face.

And to his credit, it was incredibly easy to like him.

The type of customer who’s always in a decent mood, not too impatient, and always knowing what he wanted to order long before walking in.

Sprinkle in a pleasant ‘hello’ or a lighthearted joke every now and then, and he starts to notice your face brightening every time he enters the shop.

He won’t argue against the idea it fills him with something far deeper than pride.

Beyond finding you initially attractive, he considers you a good worker. He cannot imagine being a barista is always easy, but he’d care to point out that you make it look easy. You know his order by memory after a while, and conversation with you comes naturally.

And soon, the workplace barrier is finally shattered. Happening so casually it was practically thoughtless.

One day, Mista walked into the store just when you were sent on a break. He greeted you as always, and offered to sit with you while you decompressed with a cup of coffee of your own.

That’s when he’d say that something a bit more concrete formed. More real, past the relationship of worker and patron.

And he grows unapologetically forward by then too.

He’s not the type to hit on you at work, but certainly not above blatantly asking for your number after he felt it may be appropriate to do so.

He finds it to be a casual and natural progression, something that is in his nature to embrace.

Like Giorno, though, he’ll drag out the time before asking you out just in order to tease you. He doesn’t automatically figure out that you might be into him, but he’ll get the hint by the time you two start calling one another regularly.

He’s not easily affected by the others teasing him over you, either. He openly admits that he’s into you, why get embarrassed?

Now, if someone makes a comment about it in front of you, then he’ll get flustered. An emotion expressed through frustration and defensiveness.

Regardless of that, it’s such a relaxed progression that at some point he thinks meeting you may have been fate. There’s a ton of coffee shops all around Naples, yet you chose to work at one of the small handful he regularly likes visiting.

If his life is predetermined, like he believes it is, then he’s grateful fate is on his side.

Pannacotta Fugo

-> Friends to Lovers

This man looks at someone with a view on love like Giorno and scoffs with distain.

The notion of ‘love at first sight’ is one that is only entertained by foolish and idealistic individuals, according to Fugo. Rolling his eyes, a scoff escaping his lips… he thinks that mindset is ridiculous and is unafraid to express it.

Hell, romantic relationships aren’t even on his radar in general.

He doesn’t look down on or think negatively of anyone in one, of course. But it’s hardly ever on his mind. Focused on Passione and the team he is proud to be a part of.

And that doesn’t change one bit upon meeting you.

As usual, such a thing doesn’t cross his mind once. The prospect of a potential new ally and friend is the only one he cares to ponder, even if you start off on the right foot. He’s a little distant, but polite and fair enough to give you a chance.

Good thing he did to, as far as hindsight is concerned.

A funny individual and someone who hardly ever makes him want to flip a table? He’s glad to call you his friend once a foundation of trust is established.

If he thinks about it, he’d have to admit to himself there’s something very earnest and warm about the relationship.

You’re a good conversationalist, he respects your intelligence, and even silence around you is comfortable.

More than that, you’re reliable. Stress doesn’t come quite as easy whenever you’re around. And when it does, you understand him. You know just what to say and how to say it. And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t try to express the same kindness.

He starts thinking of you when you’re not around, especially when he’s alone. Thinking of anything from a fond or humorous memory, or simply the curve of your smile.

Oh… oh no.

Tackling his own growing feelings is a lengthy process. He wasn’t interested in seeking out a partner, but he catches feelings before he even realizes it.

And figuring out your feelings on the matter? Forget it.

He won’t say a thing unless you make a move yourself, too wary to even admit he could realistically do something himself. A fact the others are quite keen on reminding him of.

His insecurity won’t last forever, though.

Being around you is such a joy that it’s hard to get trapped in his own mind in the moment. That smile on your face, and sentences leaving your lips in the familiar tones of your voice…

You are his friend first and foremost; someone he feels he can really talk to and trust.

And that’s why you turn out to be everything he didn’t know he’d ever hope for.

Narancia Ghirga

-> Will They, Won’t They?

Giorno is going to start making Narancia pay for his therapy appointments. Abbacchio once made a sarcastic remark about wanting to start drinking again because of this. Mista has given Narnacia approximately twenty three lectures over the subject. Fugo is pulling his hair out.

And really, who can blame any of them?

Having to watch you and Narancia interact on a regular basis is a frustrating experience- to put it lightly.

That feeling only heightened by the fact that it’s something no one feels as though they can even comment directly on whenever you and Narancia are both around. Simply swallowing any words bubbling to the surface.

All this to say, Narancia falls for you quickly and he falls hard.

At first, there wasn't a single complaint to be had from anyone on the team. On the contrary, the others took the time to hype him up with wide smiles and pats on his back.

Narancia himself is excited to be experiencing something as genuinely sweet and grounded as a crush, and that elation was contagious.

But then a couple weeks pass... then a month... then another month... then another....

If the others were a smidge more invasive, they would've just pushed you two in front of one another yelling 'to just get on with it already' months ago.

Specifically Fugo, who actively lets it get to him in a way that Narancia merely huffs at. Sometimes offering a noncommittal response if he feels it’s necessary.

It doesn't matter how much his former tutor gets on his case, Narancia’s not budging. A light blush present on his face when he insists for the hundredth time that there's no way you could possibly feel the same.

Your own friends go through a very similar situation on the other end of things.

Similarly with someone like Abbacchio, the two of you act like a couple far before anything is set in stone. Unlike him, it's less causal and downright mind-boggling to the people around you.

Your legs lazily draped over his lap, going on drives that last for hours at a time, one barely ever seen without the other, and talking about each other constantly.

The latter became so frequent that Giorno once had to pull Narancia aside and tell him to stop mentioning you at Passione meetings.

Narancia has to bit his lip just to stop himself, but he manages. Much to the Don’s relief- never wanting to have that kind of conversation with a friend again.

Giorno cannot and won't try to control him outside of work, though, so it was merely half the battle.

Not that Narancia particularly minds the others' reactions to it very much.

Months into his affections and he's gotten used to the constant stream of teasing. Besides, he lies to himself figures that maybe they're just jealous. He wouldn’t blame them if that’s the case, finding you as special as any person can be.

Regardless of what anyone says, the sweetness is there.

An amusement to be had over how truly clueless the both of you are, despite interacting with flushed faces and stuttering words. It’s sweet, then annoying to the point where it circles around to being funny.

But you and Narancia retreat into your own little world where all of that melts away. He’s loyal, and since you hold his heart, it would be an understatement to say you’re just important to him.

Who will give in and admit the crush first? It's up in the air.