#coming up behind him and giving hickeys on his neck and messing and touching his cock under the apron and he’s just whimpering and whining

[fairyofshampgyu]

He is literally my wife. 👑💖🌸🌷🎀👛🩰

[catscidr]

okay so. hybrids am i right? (people clap). but wait. crow hybrid dottore (people clap and cheer). yeah. so anyways ( ͡º ꒳ ͡º) time to ramble teehee cw: dottore x afab reader, im rambling, established relationship, light descriptions of gore and mentions of amputation. nsfw!! minors dni!!! (what did u expect from a post about an animal hybrid), possessiveness, mentions of breeding and eggs, aftercare

crow hybrid dottore who has black forearms along with sharp black nails at the end of his slender fingertips, nails that make it almost impossible for him to wear gloves because they’ll just stab through the material (everytime he files them down they come right back somehow).

some small, duvet-like feathers line the black skin of his arm, usually hidden by his coat— though they peek out from underneath the end of his sleeves sometimes. every once in a while you'll find tiny black feathers scattered around his lab when you come visit. he also has some plumage protruding from his face- more specifically the skin of his cheekbones.

crow hybrid dottore who only has one wing (replacing the fluffy mantle he normally has on his left shoulder when wearing his uniform). one wing because, when he got banished from his hometown with torches and pitchforks, his right wing got badly injured.

the trauma on the bones and his back made it so that it could never be restored to its normal shape, the wing looking like a mangled mess at all times. he'd pick out scabs and dried blood constantly, the dull pain driving him crazy- so he eventually just amputated it off himself. moving on

crow hybrid dottore who, whenever you're sitting next to him, tilts his head to the opposite side of you. you'll be keeping him company at his desk while he files reports for the mora he used for his experiments and he'll just... absentmindedly tilt his head away.

the first time it happened you didn't even notice. the second time, you thought it was just a quirky habit of his. the third time you stared at his bare neck as your fingers felt as if they were drawn to the pale skin. a thin, stray lock of hair cascaded down his neck, and you used it as an excuse to touch him. as you brushed away his hair behind his ear, a throaty noise (almost like a purr) reached your ears.

you pulled your hand back with the same speed you would have if you'd just touched a hot stove. dottore, unbothered by your panic, simply tilts his head to expose more of his skin as he absentmindedly scoots closer to you, his thigh brushing along yours. the moment he realized what he was doing he kicked you out of his office out of pure embarrassment

crow hybrid dottore who sings hums to you occasionally; usually happens when you convince him to take a walk outside to get some fresh air. its more likely to happen when its warm and sunny, and even more likely when you're eating together. it'll be just the two of you sharing lunch on your patio, sunbathing, and your ears will pick up on a soft, quiet tune he's humming. just don't tell him when he's doing it- his feathers will ruffle and he'll storm off in a huff and finish eating his food inside.

crow hybrid dottore who seems to be magnetized to the crook of your neck whenever you wake up next to him. always peppering your skin in soft kisses (and sometimes bites), he'll nuzzle into you until you wriggle your way out of his grasp. it's unlikely that you successfully get rid of him though- he rarely shows you affection during the day (unless tolerating your presence counts), so more often than not you'll let him indulge in you.

your neck and shoulders always ends up smothered in hickeys and, though they fade quite quickly since he didn't put much force in his bites, he'll gladly give you more if you want him to.

crow hybrid dottore who sometimes tosses his clothes in the corner of his bed (that he barely even uses) after he's spent time with you. he'd also throw in random things like a spare mask and some of your belongings that he snagged from you without you noticing. he says its because he doesn't want to bother himself with cleaning up, but in reality he's just... building a nest. he hates that he does this in the first place

crow hybrid dottore who loves when you reciprocate his affection. he adores it when you let him brush away the hair on your nape, when you hum just like he does, when you place gentle kisses on the junction where his neck meets his shoulder.

crow hybrid dottore who doesn't waste a single second when you're alone together after that. he'll give you more hickeys on top of your old ones, but this time he'll make sure they last. sharp teeth drawing blood at times when he gets too excited, cock straining against his pants as he ruts against your thigh.

you'll hear him coo sweet nothings in your ear while he manhandles you at his will. usually you end up on your back, legs thrown over his shoulders as he keeps a tight grip on the back of your thighs to keep you from crawling away from his cock.

"fuck, you taste so sweet. i'm going to stuff you full of seed, my clutch- nonono, don't you run away now. i know you want this."

crow hybrid dottore who almost loses his composure the first time he buries himself to the hilt inside of your snug pussy. it feels so tight, so warm around him that he almost doesn't want to pull out. almost.

he'll roll his hips against you, grinding his heavy cock in your gummy walls to get you used to his size. he knows he's a lot to handle- but this is the only semblance of mercy you'll be granted before he sees your body relaxing under him. as soon as he notices your brows lose the tension they held when he first slid inside, he'll jackhammer his cock into you and his full, heavy balls will slap against your ass relentlessly while he rambles about how he'll fill you up. again, again and again.

"take it, take my fucking cock. gods i'll never tire of your moans and whimpers. that's it, let it all out, let me hear how good i'm fucking you."

crow hybrid dottore who drinks in the noises that leave your body because they stroke his ego. he bites your shoulder when he finally cums inside to muffle his own noises, the embarrassing whimpers that threaten to leave his lips. he can't help it, you just feel so good. his hands will leave your thighs and he’ll bring his forearms to cage the sides of your head and his wing will ruffle and twitch behind him, covering your bodies in a display of possessiveness as he empties himself inside your cunt.

he'll keep his cock inside, plugging you full of his warm, sticky cum- refusing to let a single drop go to waste. if you somehow have any energy left and try to get him off of you, he'll glare and thrust into you sharply to briefly knock the wind out of you so you'll stay. he's petty like that

crow hybrid dottore who eventually relents to your whines because you're his number one weakness, and picks you up to go freshen up. he'll put your underwear back on and wipe away the sweat clinging to your skin with a damp rag. he'll soothe the bite marks and small puncture wounds his nails left in your skin with uncharacteristic gentleness, keeping his wing curled around your body to keep you as close as possible.

crow hybrid dottore who brings you back to his messy bed, to his nest, and clings onto you as you fall asleep. he'll brush your hair away from your face and nuzzle into your neck, holding your body close to his as he keeps your body warm while you keep his cum warm inside of you. it's only during the afterglow of a rough session that you get to see the stern harbinger soften up, because deep down all he wants is to keep you safe in his nest to take care of you even if he vehemently denies it

[4unnyr0se]

❥ sfw & n$fw headcanons - yuu nishinoya & morisuke yaku

warnings: timeskip! characters, fem! reader, they're sweetiepies, noya is actually a freak, roleplay, switch! noya, hickeys, spanking, mentions of unprotected sex, dom! yaku, slight breeding kink with yaku, cowgirl, doggystyle, they love you so much

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 2k

a/n: im sorry if yaku is ooc i wrote this at 2am and i do not feel like editing anything. n$fw is censored because i would like to keep my blog lmao

Yuu Nishinoya - SFW

❥ Absolutely whipped for you the second he lays his eyes upon you. You could be doing anything, literally anything, and he knew right then and there that he would die for you, no questions asked.

❥ He doesn’t really care what qualifies as a “date” as long as he gets to spend time with you. You could be folding laundry together, and he thinks it’s the most romantic date you’ve been on because you’re with him and you’re his entire world.

❥ Spontaneous. Gifts. He’ll send flowers to where you work, give you cool rocks he found while hiking or doing some other such thing, making you a care basket full of your favorite chocolates and snacks, contracting Sugawara to help him write love letters (writing is not his strong suit but he still wants to do it.)

❥ So much food, like…just so much food. You’ve been to every restaurant in town at least twice because that boy loves to eat. Even if you aren’t a big eater, he’ll still make sure you get three meals a day plus snacks. And if you struggle to eat, he’ll be so happy even if you only eat a little bit off your plate.

❥ Quality time and physical touch are his love languages, so expect to be getting kisses often. Pecks on the cheek in public, his arms wrapped around your waist from behind as you wash dishes in the sink. And if he’s jealous? He has no problem making out with you in front of people because you’re his, and the world should know.

❥ Speaking of physical touch, this man will not stop holding your hand. At least one part of him is touching a part of you at any given moment when you’re together as if he’s afraid you’d float away if he let go.

❥ Hella clingy, this man is incredibly clingy. If you get up to use the restroom when you’re cuddling, he’s waiting outside the door for you to come back so he can kiss those beautiful lips of yours. He just can’t get enough!

❥ Obsessed with you and everything that you do. Did you sneeze? He’s on the verge of tears because you look so fucking cute when you sneeze. Did you buy a new outfit? He’s throwing a tantrum until you model it for him so he can shower you with praise. Noya worships the ground you walk on and them some. 

❥ Lowkey possessive but in a good way. Deep down, he’s worried that you’ll leave him for someone taller or better than he is, so he gets a tiny bit jealous when he sees someone talking to you that he considers a threat. Of course, you’re free to do whatever you like. He would never tell you what you can and cannot do. He respects you too much for that. But he will talk to you about his feelings because he’s mature like that.

N$FW

❥ So. Many. Hickeys. This ties into the part of him being possessive. He wants to let everyone know that you’re his, and what better way to show you off than by parading you around town with your neck and chest covered in little red and purple bruises? You’ve nearly gone bankrupt on buying just concealer because once a hickey fades away, a new one will take its place in no time at all.

❥ Literally anything the two of you do will end in him fucking you or vice versa. If you bend down to pick something up, his hands are groping your ass, and he’s pulling down your panties and shoving his fingers into your pussy, all the while whispering the filthiest things in your ear. 

❥ This motherfucker whines and whimpers, and he’s so incredibly loud about it. The second he shoves his dick inside, he becomes a babbling, pussydrunk mess that’s only focused on you cumming all over his cock.

❥ Noya is 100% a switch who doesn’t lean towards being submissive or dominant. He just does whatever you want him to. Do you want him to fuck you stupid for hours on end? He’s down for that? Do you want to tie him up, blindfold him, and ride him until he can’t think. Also completely down for that. 

❥ Endless stamina. As long as you’re up for it, he can fuck you for the entire day. He simply doesn’t believe in a recovery period on his end. He’ll fuck you from sunrise to sunset. All you have to do is ask.

❥ Tits man 100%. Noya loves tits, no matter the size or shape. If you have huge tits, he’s fondling them as he takes you from behind. Medium-sized tits? He sucks on them as you ride his cock, relishing in the taste. Small tits? He plays with your pert nipples as he fucks you missionary. All tits are good tits in his eyes

.❥ Highly experimental in the bedroom. He’ll try anything and everything if it means you both get to feel good. From you pegging him to him filming your third orgasm of the night, he’s down for whatever. The only things he isn’t okay with are hitting you (impact play) and sharing you with others. He will casually slap your ass but that’s as far as he’ll go. He just can’t bring himself to hit you, even if it turns you on.

❥ Could eat you out for literal days and not get tired, not even for one second. He wants you cumming on his tongue and pulling on his hair as you beg him for more, and he’ll give it to you.

❥ Focuses on your pleasure, not his own. You’re his goddess and he’d do anything to serve you, anything to make you cum again and again.

❥ Has a whole index of kinks, but his top ones are roleplay and passionate sex. Dress up as a teacher, and he’ll cum in his pants, begging on you to punish him for failing your class.

❥ Loves to make love to you.

❥ “Yeah? You like it when I fuck you with my fingers, angel? M’gonna make you cum so fucking much for me, my perfect angel.”

❥ “Fuck, you’re so fucking tight. Can’t get enough of this dick, can you baby? Gotta fuck you stupid.”

❥ “More, I want more! I’ve been so bad, I deserve to be punished, ma’am!”

❥ “Talk to the camera for me, angel. Tell the camera how many times my cock made this pussy squirt all over the sheets.”

❥ “Gonna fucking cum inside, can’t pull out. Oh, fuck, baby, you’re fucking milking me dry, shit.”

❥ “Faster, fuck me faster! Wanna fucking cum so bad, please! I’ve been good, right?”

Morisuke Yaku - SFW

❥ Loves when you get an attitude with him because he also has an attitude. He loves when you talk back to him and when you tell him how you really feel, it’s just so refreshing. Honesty is very important to Yaku.

❥ You and Yaku basically continue to mother Lev well after you’re both graduated. Lev will call and text you for advice and you’ll gladly help him, even if Yaku gets a little jealous that you’re paying more attention to the oversized Russian than you are to your own boyfriend.

❥ Takes you on the most romantic restaurant dates ever. He has professional athlete money, so order whatever the hell you like! If you want five lobsters, get five lobsters. As long as his baby is happy.

❥ Spoils you rotten, but he won’t ever admit it. If you point out a cute necklace that you saw in a magazine, it’s there when you wake up the next morning. Yaku will pretend to not know how it got there, but he knows, obviously. Expect lots of expensive gifts when you’re dating, especially from designer brands. Half of your closet is Chanel and you sure as hell aren’t complaining.

❥ Not that big on PDA, but will wrap an arm around your waist in public. Since he’s a well-known libero in the Russian Volleyball League, he gets approached on the street sometimes. He doesn’t want to draw too much attention to himself (especially if you hate getting attention from strangers, so he holds off on kissing you until you’re in the privacy of his penthouse apartment.

❥ Pleads and begs until you adopt a cat together. He just wants a cat with you, any cat will do. It can be a cat you found in a dumpster or a cat that cost someone’s entire yearly salary, he just wants a cat to raise with you by his side.

❥ Wraps his arms around your waist as you cook and leave kisses on your neck. Whether you’re taller or shorter from him, get ready for hugs and kisses from behind.

❥ If you struggle with your body image, he’ll kiss away all your insecurities. His lips will be on yours for hours as he tells you how perfect you are, and how much he loves you. He’ll kiss away your tears as you start crying as well, because to him you are perfect.

N$FW

❥ Not very vocal in bed, but he does make plenty of grunts and groans. The only time you’ll ever really hear him moan is when you bite down on his incredibly sensitive neck, which will make him cum on the spot.

❥ Advocate for safe and healthy sex but prefers to hit it raw. He’ll use a condom if you want him to, he isn’t a monster. But the way you react when his cum fills out of your womb makes him want to wife you up and fuck you every single day.

❥ Designer lingerie is his weakness, especially the ones with garters that squeeze your thigh beautifully. If you wear red lingerie around him, be prepared to not be able to walk tomorrow because he will ruin your pussy.

❥ 100% a pleasure dom. Nothing makes him happier than knowing that he fucks you so good each and every night that you can’t even get off without his help anymore because that’s how much he loves to fuck you.

❥ Ass man. His hands will be on your ass all the time and you just have to accept it. He loves to fuck you from behind because he’s mesmerized by the way your ass moves as he fucks you. His favorite position is doggystyle.

❥ A weird turn-on for him is when you walk around wearing his jersey. He fucking loves it when you wear his jersey, and he can see your lacy panties poking out under the shirt, it drives him wild. If you wear his jersey, he gets an instant boner.

❥ Sit. In. His. Lap. Sit in his lap and dry hump him. He needs it so badly. He loves watching as you struggle to get off on his thigh. You look so cute when you’re desperate.

❥ Definitely a brat tamer. He loves it when you have an attitude because he gets to fuck it out of you later, spanking you as he tells you how much of a brat you are and how you need to learn your lesson. You never do.

❥ Mirror sex. He’s mesmerized by how adorable you look in the mirror as your pussy struggles to take his girthy cock.

❥ “Yeah? Look at yourself in the mirror, princess. Look at how your slutty little pussy is taking me. You’re such a little slut, you’re my little slut.”

❥ “Did you think you could just walk around in my jersey and nothing else? Bend over, princess, right fucking now.”

❥ “I’m so fucking close, shit. You want me to cum inside you, princess? Want me to fill you up and give you my babies? You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

❥ “Fuck, you know what red does to me. So fucking slutty for me, babygirl. Now get on the bed and spread those legs nice and wide like a good girl.”

❥ “Take it, fucking take it. That’s my good girl. I love it when you behave for me, princess. Can I get another one of you, my love? I think you can handle another orgasm.”

❥ “You look so pretty when you cum, princess. Do you like how your Morisuke makes you feel? Use your words, princess.”

[upsidedownmvnson]

midnight ideas | eddie munson smut

warnings: sex, unprotected, oral (f receiving), friends to lovers, minimal plot

AN: im so down bad, but its my birthday so happy day to us all

It was midnight when you knocked on the trailer door, but you knew Wayne wasn't home, and you'd never felt bad about waking Eddie up before. He probably wasn't even sleeping. Lights flicked on and off in the windows before Eddie swung the door open, clad only in sweatpants and leaning on the door, looking a little too hot for a best friends' comfort.

But that didn't matter.

You were here to be a freak.

Here to ask something weird from your best friend, that probably crossed a line or two.

"I need a favour," you asked before any greetings were exchange. You'd biked from your house, which was far enough that you thought you looked a bit like a mess, but from Eddie's perspective you were hot as fuck. Your clothes were all unaligned, and your hair was a mess, like you knew he fantasized about threading his hair through it. "I need you to leave hickeys on my chest."

Eddie looked at you, as if waiting for you to say more. "Okay, well come in. But I'm gunna need a little more context."

"You know that guy I was seeing who just stopped calling and stopped coming by, well he's moved on already, it's been like a minute..."

"A month."

"A minute." You waved Eddie off, sitting on his couch casually like you weren't just asking your best friend to put his mouth all over you. "And I didn't even really like him but then he was like 'sure you do' when I said I have a date tonight." You scoffed and crossed your arms, rolling your eyes at the audacity of the man you had lied to.

"Did you have a date tonight?"

"Not the point."

Eddie laughed. "And you need, what? Proof?"

"Something like that."

Out of nowhere you pulled your shirt over your head, exposing yourself to him. You still had a bra on, purple and flattering, but Eddie was stunned into silence. He tried to speak, but all the words got caught in his throat, leaving him to just stare wide eyed at the presentation before him.

"Anyway, I don't want them on my neck because I don't need to broadcast this to everyone but..." you looked at Eddie who was staring at your boobs, not moving a muscle. Both of his hands placed neatly on his lap. "Oh c'mon, don't be a baby."

"I-I'm not, I just..." Eddie's eyes flashed up to your face, meeting you where you were looking at him. "You're beautiful."

You smiled. "Thanks Eds."

When he didn't move again, you swatted his hands off his lap, and you spun around to sit on his lap facing him. Your hands were on his shoulders, holding yourself steady on him. Eddie's voice was lost again, and his hands hovered in the air behind you, unsure of where to touch. Beneath you, Eddie was already rock hard, his wildest fantasies were literally falling right into his lap, but you didn't feel it yet.

"Obviously you don't have to," you said, back arching slightly into him, your bodies kept apart by only your bra. Everywhere skin connected to Eddie made your skin burn. He was warmth. He was comfort and warmth and home, and you were waiting for him to sink his teeth into you.

The threat of losing this closeness to you made him put his hands on your hips, the roughness of his skin was delicious against the softness of yours. Even touching you made his cock twitch in his sweatpants, but he was hidden behind the band.

"Just give me a second to process this baby," he said, he'd never called you that before and it made you clench, but it also made your heart flutter.

The tension of waiting for him made a knot in your abdomen build, and you felt yourself getting wet over the situation you'd put yourself in. You'd never thought about, but looking at Eddie like this, and thinking about him like this, was really making you horny. If he tried, you'd probably let him do more than kiss you.

Eddie's thumbs ran soothingly across your rib cages, looking up at you, his beautiful eyes looking at you like this made things feel different. You weren't thinking about some loser who didn't call you, you were thinking about Eddie, Eddie, Eddie. He was taking over your senses. And then he did it. He reached forward and kissed a small section of your collarbone, before gently bringing it into his mouth, sucking a sinful little kiss into this skin.

Eddie hands trailed up your back slowly, shivers replaced his heat on your body. His lips were still attached to you, sucking slowly and sweetly on your collarbone. His hands around you kept you close, preventing you from shying away, but you wanted to be close anyway. You want him to keep kissing you like this. You wanted him to kiss you everywhere.

You moved your hands to his hair, practically coddling him and keeping him close to you, tugging at fistfulls everytime he switched to a new location to kiss. You shimmied in his lap, making him bite you lightly, and grip you tighter in his hands. It may have been a warning, but you ignored it and moved again, this time moaning quietly.

"If you don't stop that you're gunna start something you can't finish," he mumbled, hands moved again, gripping your hips just tight enough to hold you still.

"You know what would really piss that guy off?" you mumbled, and Eddie flinched at the words. He didn't really want to be thinking of the other man on your mind right now. "Was if he thought you and I really did it."

"How so?" Eddie replied, but reattached himself to the soft felsh peaking out of your bra. He wasn't going to waste this opportunity.

"I don't know," you mused, but you did. "Maybe I can wear that short little skirt to school, and maybe you can leave hickeys... I don't know, on my thigh?"

Eddie froze.

"Are you sure?" he asked, looking up at you.

Your judgement was so clouded with lust for your best friend, it was pathetic.

"Please," you begged, pouting in a way you knew would make him fold.

But you didn't really need to, Eddie nodded softly and quickly, swallowing his nerves. you got off him, unbuttoning your pants and pushing them down your legs. Eddie kept staring, he discovered your lack of panties without warning, and couldn't look away from the prettiest sight he'd ever scene. You unclipped your bra saying, "Guess we might as well take this off too."

"Come here," he said, holding out his hand and gesturing you back over by curling his two middle fingers towards himself. "On the couch."

You laid down, head on the armrest, suddenly a little shy at the prospect of having Eddie kissing you between the legs.

You mean... on the legs...

Eddie was on his knees, in-between your spread legs, leaning on the back of the couch so he could lean over you a little bit. One of your legs was draped over his, and he ran his hand up it, staring at the beautiful sight until it burned into a memory he won't forget.

"Are you really sure?" he asked, "this is intimate."

"You don't have to," you said, embarassed.

"Oh, I want to." His hand stopped trailing on your hip. "But I don't want you to be uncomfortable around me later."

His voice was laced with hints of vulnerability, you could hear it. You could see the way his head hung a little lower when he said that. You leaned up, placing your lips on his for a very soft, tender kiss.

"Eddie, I always feel the most comfortable when I'm with you."

And he couldn't even process the compliment. He kissed you again, casual, as if this wasn't his first and second kiss with his best friend that he's been crushing on forever.

He scooched his knees back so he could lay down a little, lowering his head to fall between your legs. He put a hand under your knee, lifting your leg ever so gently towards his mouth, looking at you like he expected you to pull away. But you said nothing.

He kissed the soft kiss on the inside of your thigh, above your knee. You watched him, the sight of him so close to your heat was unforgettable.

Eddie sucked a little spot, the purple mark left was small and shallow. He wasn't leaving them to be seen anybody else, and you could tell. But it felt so good and you didn't care, you kinda, didn't want to share. Eddie kissed a little higher, and did the same thing. And then moved... one kiss higher. And right when you were about to ask him to kiss you, really kiss you, he switched sides, repeating them same, slow, tantalizing kisses.

Meanwhile, Eddie was going fucking insane. Your leg was in his fucking mouth. Things would never be platonic again. He had to pretend he couldn't smell how aroused, and wet you were. Had to pretend he wasn't trying to rub his dick on the couch cushions just to get an iota of relief. It was his big performance.

"Eddie..." you said, and when he looked up at your big pleading eyes, the lust coming off you in waves, he knew.

This time, he didn't stop going higher, he trailed kissed all the way up your thigh, bit your hip unexpectedly to make you gasp, and then dove into your pussy, kissing where your pussy met your mound. Eddie was kissing you like this and looking up at you with those eyes. Those fucking eyes. You moaned, the anticipation alone making you writhe.

He licked up and down your folds, letting himself taste and explore every inch. You were so wet.

He snuck his hand under his chin, teasing your hole with one proding digit. It slipped in, your walls wet, and warm, and tight, and the sensation around his finger nearly made him blow his load.

His tongue slid perfectly over your clit and you jerked, moaning sharply and bucking your hips into his face, the pleasure of it sending sparks down your thighs. He repeated the same move, using one hand to spread your lips open and take note of where he was touching. He was memorizing you. Memorizing each and every move that made you moan. He wanted to make you cum so bad. Wanted you to cum for him.

"Feels so good, Eddie."

Groaning at the sound of his name, he slipped in another finger, making you moan again. The slight stretching of learning someone knew was always your least favourite part, but turns out, you just needed Eddie. He made you feel good because he wanted to, he was happy to have his head between your legs, eating you out like he was starving, and with no promise of sex.

But you were pretty sure you were going to fuck him. If he wanted you, he could take you.

He sucked your clit again, and your walls tightened. He curled one of the fingers inside you gently, experimenting, and when you gasped, he continued on that spot, hitting it again and again and again while you got impossibly tight around his fingers, moaning and writhing like a fucking pornstar. He was so in love.

"I want to cum," you moaned, "can I? Please?"

You were asking him to cum. Eddie was dizzy. All the sensations, being squeezed, smelling you, tasting you, the delicious pain of you gripping his hair like you were going to fall... it was all too much. Too sweet. Too hot. Eddie bucked his own hips into the couch, desperate to be touched.

He pulled away just enough to growl, "you better cum on my face," and then dive back into his clitoral assault, kissing and licking it like it was the answer to his prayers.

Which really, it was.

And you came, loudly, moaning loud enough for the whole damn park to know what Eddie just did to you. Through every wave of pleaser, you and Eddie had your eyes locked on each other. This was what you really wanted. You didn't care about some prick, you cared about Eddie. It's always been Eddie.

You kept moaning as Eddie continued to massage and suck you through your orgasm, stopping only when you tried tugging him up to you. He held himself above you, letting you pull his face down to kiss him. All tongue and teeth, more desperate than anything. Eddie could love you after he fucked you. The way you looked at him, blissed out and still squirming your hips, he knew it wasn't over.

He thanked god it wasn't over yet.

"Go to my room," he said, kissing you again, taste of your sweet still on his lips. And evidence of your orgasm remained unwiped, glistening on the skin all around his mouth. You did what he said obediently, almost running to the room with him on your tail.

You started crawling onto the bed, putting your knees on the edge, but before you could climb on, a large hand pushed you into between your shoulder blades, making you land doggy style and exposing your ass and pussy to Eddie. He had taken his pants off, but really couldn't wait one more second. The bed dipped behind you, and you felt him pushing the tip of his cock against your unsuspecting cunt. You gasped, waiting patiently for him to do. The suspense of his dick slowly trailing up your folds without penetrating you was going to drive you crazy.

"Can I do it, baby?" he asked, running the tip up and down your sopping wet folds. He felt how tight you were against two fingers, he was going to be fighting not to finish fast, he knew that. "Please, beautiful, let me do it."

His dick hit the divet of your hole, and he groaned, stopping himself to wait for your answer.

"Eddie," you moaned, the feeling of him pressed against your core wasn't enough. You looked over your shoulder, glassy eyes begging for more relief. He could've blown at the sight of your cock-drunk eyes. And he hadn't even fucked you yet. "Please, fuck me."

Not wasting another second he pushed himself in, fighting playfully against the tightness of your walls. You moaned, shocked at how thick he was, but loving every second. You welcomed him in, pussy so tight and wet and fucking warm that he had to take a few deep breaths before he could fully push himself in.

He pulled entirely out, to slowly push entirely in a few times, taking his time to stretch you before doing anything harder. He said another prayer right then, a prayer that this wasn't the only time. He needed you, and you needed him. And you were already a moaning mess in his arms.

Once you were comfortable, he started really thrusting, keeping the pace steady. He had to close his eyes and take deep breaths again. Just looking at you while he hit it from behind? Too much.

Eddie slapped your ass once. And then finally looked down to see what it looks like. He loved watching your ass jiggle as he fucked you, your cheeks slamming against his abdomen.

"M-Maybe he'll see how-"

"Enough!" Eddie couldn't hear you bring up that fucking idiot one more time. "I'm gunna fuck that guy right out of your mind," Eddie grabbed one of your arms making your chest fall into the bed. He grabbed the other and held them both captive in one of his hands, and used his other hands to slap you on the ass, hard. He did it three more times, your moaning egging him on. But when you started moaning his name, repeating it over and over, he knew he had to get you there. He wouldn't last much longer, not with you intentionally squeezing your walls around him. He spanked you twice more more rough than the rest, followed by a smaller gentler tap. A small, good girl, without words.

Eddie squeezed your reddened ass cheek, as he hammered into you, but released to use his hand to grip a fistful of your hair, pushing you down deeper into the mattress. Your ass was up in the air, while Eddie fucked your pussy relentlessly. He was so deep, hitting parts of you that no one had ever touched. You wanted to praise him. You wanted to thank him for fucking you so good, and tell him how good you felt. You wanted to shower him with praises for fucking you better than anyone ever had, but the only thing that came out was a string of moan and unintelligible syllables of unfinished words.

But you didn't need to say it anyway, Eddie knew.

He could tell by the way your cunt squeezed him greedily, or everytime you caught his eye over your shoulder, glossy and pleasured, how he'd like to see you more often.

It was starting to ache how deeply he pounded you, when he suddenly let go of your hair so he could wrap an arm under you, and get his fingers on your clit. His body was pushed against yours even more, his dick staying deeper and repeatedly hitting a spot that was making you stupid. Eddie saw drool puddling at the corner of your mouth at the mattress, and your pussy dripped down both of your legs. He licked his lips at the sight. You unable to speak, drooling, moaning, and letting him have his fucking way with you.

"You're gunna cum," he said, a fact not a question. "All over this cock, fuck baby, you're so hot," Eddie was trying to keep it together but failing. He'd wanted this forever, and now that he had it, he wasn't going to last. "Are you gunna cum, baby?"

You nodded in his grip, but he held your hair tighter. He wanted to hear you. A strangled, "please," was what you managed.

"Good fucking girl, oh my god," Eddie praised, his fingers on your clit were softer in contrast to the deep pounding. The circles the rubbed over it were sensual, and hot, and going to make you explode. "Cum on my cock babe, do it." Eddie let go of your arms, and immediately they fell beside you, hands grabbing at the sheets pathetically. He grabbed one, and brought your own hand to your own clit. "And when you do," Eddie picked his pace up, gripping your hips in both hands now. "you're fucking mine."

It shouldn't have made you orgasm harder than you ever have in your life, but it did. The concept of Eddie owning your pussy all the time made you come all over him like he wanted, squeezing him so tightly that he couldn't help but bury it as deep as possible and coat your walls, holding your hips unwaveringly tight and pushing himself into you impossibly far to coax himself through his climax.

"Oh my fucking god," he mumbled, eyes closed and cock still buried deep inside you, twitching with sensitivity.

When he pulled out, you both moaned. You flipped over slowly, sitting upright on the bed.

"Eddie," you whispered, suddenly overthinking everything you just did. You couldn't lose Eddie, he was too important.

But he knew you. So he sat beside you, cooing and patting your hair. He kissed you on the cheek.

"Hey, listen," he said, scooping up a hand to hold and looking you in the eyes. His eyes were glassy from cumming so hard in you, but also filled with adoration and love. His gooey eyes could calm you from any state. Eddie encouraged you to stand, walking with you to the bathroom, hands locked tightly together. "I say we take a shower, make a snack, throw a movie on, and fall asleep. Hmm? How's that sound, petal?"

"Petal?"

"Pretty right?" He said, turning the shower on. "I figured I want something pretty, but not overdone. Babe is classic, but overdone."

"To call me?"

"To call my girlfriend," he said, you blushed but said nothing. He smiled. "Look, if you really came over here just to make some douche jealous that's fine, but... if you want me to love you, well, you already have that."

"I love you too, Eddie."

"Sorry it wasn't like, nicer." Eddie smiled at you, content to just be here with you. "For our first time, I mean."

You laughed, "no, it was perfect."

[fos-tis-zois]

JJK SMUT - bathroom sneak away with gojo satoru

part 2 to my prev. gojo smau

content: boyfriend!gojo satoru x fem!reader + smut + degradation + pussy eating + fingering + all your fun stuff

work count: 1.4k

an: first ever smut that i’ve written and in process of writing more sooooo, well reblog if you like this one lol it will really help me validate my writing and post more of my stuff. advice and suggestions is welcome. my inbox is open for everything, as well as your kinks which i can make smuts out of 🤤

You enter the bathroom and face your blue eyed man spreading himself on the bathroom counter. You close the door behind you and lock it, without breaking eye contact with your most enticing boyfriend. You slowly walk towards him, not removing your eyes from him for even a second; you want Gojo Satoru to look at you with all the desire he can have for you before you close the distance. You come stand in front of him sitting on the countertop. He cups his warm hands on your cheeks fleetingly and quickly moves his hands on your waist, gets down and spins you to make you sit on the countertop as he faces you, his height still cowering over you. There is a feral look in his eyes. He smiles at you slightly before closing the distance between your lips and kissing you passionately. There is a possession in his grip on your throat, he is choking you slightly, making you know you’re his, only his. The strongest sorcerer’s most precious possession. 

Your thighs close around his legs instinctively wanting no distance between both of you. He keeps one hand on your neck while the other roams around your body and rests on your lower back, pulling you closer to him. Your hands snake around his neck, your fingers deep inside his silky white hair. His tongue lightly licks your bottom lip and you open your mouth to let your tongues mingle in a deep hot mess inside your mouth. Gojo was basically eating your face at this point. You lightly tug at his hair so he can let you have a breath. He doesn’t stop but instead moves to your neck, biting and licking like an animal. You try to stop him, “satoru, we have to go back to an event, don’t give me a hickey here.” He stops and pierces his gaze at you again. He squeezes your cheeks firmly between his thumb and fingers and pulls your face right in front of him, “i do what i want to do to my princess here, you get that?” You nod yes in agreement. “Use your pretty mouth to speak”, he barks. “yes, toru…”, you breathe out, your lips all puckered up. He starts kissing you again as he pulls your dress’ neckline down hastily and grabs your tits in his hands. He cups one of them and strokes your nipple between his thumb. “mmm-ghhh”, you whimper. He puts his lips on your other nipple twirling it between his tongue. You run your fingers through his hair as the pleasure is running through your spine. You feel yourself getting wet and close your thighs even more, tightening it against gojo. He gets the hint and takes his forefinger and fleetingly touches your clit, lifting the skirt of your dress. You hiss, wanting more. “Getting greedy, are we?”, teases Satoru. He then placed his mouth at the clit and started playing with it using his tongue as he thrust his long fingers deep in your pussy, curving it slightly at the top so he hits your spot. “toru!”, you yell out. He brings his face to yours and looks into your eyes with anger and says “the next time you make any sound i will stop this right then and there, you do want to cum, don't you?”, he warns. You want to protest but you also don’t want him to stop the way he is slurping your pussy, so you keep quiet. His thrusts became deeper and faster and you had to keep your hands behind on the countertop to maintain your balance as you bite down on your bottom lip so you don’t make a sound. 

He pulled his fingers out suddenly and slammed his tongue inside your cunny. “aah-” you make a soft moan as your legs close around gojo’s neck and you pull his mouth inside even more, as if all of his tongue was also not enough compared to your burning craving for him at the moment.  As you are close to climax, he brings his face back to yours and kisses you deeply. “Such an obedient little slut for me, aren’t you babygirl?” You melted at his mix of compliments and degradation. “I want more”, you whispered. Gojo chuckled, “what was that doll?” “satoru,” you purred, looking up at him full of lust in your eyes, “i want you in me.” The second you said that his belts were undone and his pants and briefs were off and slid down to the floor. He took his dick in one hand and stroked it a couple times as he took your boobs in his mouth again, biting and sucking like he was adamant on marking you his. He pushed his tip at your opening a couple times, not taking it fully in, still keeping you on your toes. “satoru, why do you like torturing me-“ your complaint wasn’t even over before gojo thrust his cock in your wet dripping cunt. You were just about to moan loudly but he kept his other hand on your mouth so you can't scream. He keeps thrusting you over and over and you can’t help but just there getting fucked, with your tongue hanging out of mouth and eyes rolled back. “You’re such a sexy little slut for me”, gojo said as he placed deep kisses on your neck. “toru please go faster”, you pleaded with your doe eyes looking up at him. “What’s the magic word, darling?”Gojo teased. You smiled, puffed out your chest at him a little more before looking in his eyes and saying seductively, “daddy pleaseee…fuck me faster.” That was enough for gojo to grab your ass with both his hands and pull you even deeper on his cock. You hung on to him for dear life as he pounded you, in and out, repeatedly. You take your lips close to his ears to not be loud, and purr “daddy you’re ssooo good to me” and licked his lobe. It’s as if gojo becomes deranged hearing you and starts thrusting so hard and rubbing circles on your clit that you can’t help but bite down his shoulders to stop yourself from screaming. He suddenly took almost his whole dick out and just kept the tip in. Confused, you asked “did you finis-” as you said that he rammed his dick back in you hard, and you both came simultaneously. You both just stayed like that for a while, your head hanging low on his shoulders, both of you panting after having fucked like pent up bunnies. He kissed down your shoulders and said, “you’re really perfect, love.” You moaned satisfied at the compliment as you kissed him one last time lightly before getting off the counter and fixing yourself.

“It’s a pity we have to go back to the party, no?” you asked gojo. “we can go anywhere we want darling, nothing is impossible for me” the sorcerer replied cockily. You laughed and said, “then let’s fucking leave. let’s go to our home where we can fuck each other over and over because i just can’t have enough of you.” Gojo laughed and kissed you as he squeezed your ass, “whatever my doll wants, she gets.”

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[stylescine]

innocent yn who recently ost her virginity to h buying lingerie to impress him.

Warnings: unprotected sex (p in v), fingering

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There was something special about showing her how good sex could feel. Harry had taken his sweet time the first time they had been in bed together.

His lips had wandered over her body, his hands taking in every inch of her. Hickeys were placed on the insides of her thighs before his tongue had gotten familiar with her delicate core. He left nothing untouched and to see her as a writhing mess underneath him.

He held her afterwards, their naked bodies intertwined as he had gently caressed her hair.

Y/N had never felt this way. After Harry had fallen asleep, her mind seemed to replay the hour before, leaving her with goosebumps as she thought about the feeling of Harry inside of her. The sounds that had slipped past his lips and the way his hands had held her firmly in place.

Even days after their first time, she was wondering if she could top it up a notch. Every time they found themselves tangled together again, moans filling the room and her legs being left with uncontrollable shivers, she was thinking about stepping up her game and surprising Harry instead.

He kept showing her new things, new positions, more ways for her pleasure to unfold, so she was avidly thinking about what she could do.

She eventually decided to buy new lingerie for him. She decided on a one piece black lace set. It was also crotchless which she thought added a bit of spice to it. There were strings going from the bottom to the bra as well. Seeing herself with it in the mirror for the first time, made her smile almost instantly. Harry would definitely like this.

He was still playing a show tonight, so she was waiting for him in his dressing room as soon as the show ended. She was eager to get home with him and show him the surprise she had planned.

By the time they were home, Harry was already kissing over her neck, his hands exploring her body wherever he could as he pressed her against the closed front door behind them. A giggle escaped her lips and her hands buried in his curls, giving them a gentle tug. When his lips found the sensitive spot between her neck and jaw, she let out a sigh, leaning into his touch as his arms tightly wrapped around her waist to hold her.

"I can't wait to have you screaming tonight, darling," he whispered into her ear, teeth tugging on her earlobe gently. It was enough to send shivers through her entire body, to press her legs together and feel the desire building in her stomach.

"I have a surprise for you," she mumbled into the kiss which made Harry pull away ever so slightly. He raised his eyebrows at her, a curious look in his eyes. "You have?"

"But you have to wait in the bedroom for me," she explained briefly and Harry was quick to comply. He walked up the stairs ahead of her, disappearing in their shared bedroom.

Y/N headed for the bathroom instead, undressing herself until she could put on the lingerie set. Her heart was beating wildly in her chest. Now that the moment had come, she was slightly nervous that Harry wouldn't like it as much as she did.

She ruffled through her hair, before putting on some red lipstick as well. Harry had made her scream and shiver the past few days and now it was time for her to give him something back.

Harry was already in his underwear when she entered the room. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his eyes visibly widening as soon as she walked into view.

"Holy shit," he mumbled. His eyes were frantically moving up and down her body as if he couldn't decide what to look at first. His cock was straining against his underwear and he was desperate to pull her close and fuck her while she was wearing that.

"Come here." His voice was hoarse now as he patted his lap. She walked over to him, sitting down sideways on his legs. "You're so beautiful, darling," he whispered into her ear as his hand travelled up her thigh. A sigh left her lips as his hand came closer and closer to her core, her legs naturally parting for him. His fingers moved through her folds gently, index teasing her clit with just a bit of pressure.

"Lay down, beautiful."

She didn't hesitate for another second, laying down in the middle of their huge bed. Harry took another moment to take her in, to take a look at her pink folds when she opened her legs. To take a look at the red on her cheeks as she watched him intently.

He then laid down between her legs, his head hovering over her pussy. His arms wrapped around her legs, keeping them spread apart as he started to kiss her thighs first. "Can't wait to get a taste you again, love."

She bucked her hips up in desperation. "You look so good in that underwear. Bought all of that for me, didn't you?" His voice was teasing while his finger moved through her wetness again.

She felt the nice stretch of his finger when he pushed it inside her. Her moans sounded through the room as he started to move it back and forth. He curled his finger upwards, searching for that sensitive spot inside her.

"You're so tight, my love. Going to fuck you so good again tonight."

He was clearly trying to urge her on some more. And it was working, as her hips started to desperately move against his finger, her body in need of so much more.

She let out a sigh when Harry removed his finger from her core. His eyes had darkened as he looked at her, expression drunken with lust.

He moved back to remove his underwear, his cock already visibly hard. "I need you. Looking so pretty tonight, baby," he mumbled as he settled between her legs, angling them up a bit to align his cock with her core.

Harry slowly pushed forward, a groan slipping from his lips when he was fully buried inside of her. "So good..." he mumbled, his head falling down to rest against her shoulder as he kissed over her neck, his hips thrusting forward slowly.

He used his right hand to support himself while his left one moved to her breast, kneading it under his palm.

"You drive me absolutely crazy with this."

Moans escaped her throat as Harry put her legs over his shoulders, thrusting into her fast and hard. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room as his eyes roamed over her body, taking in the beautiful sight in front of him. The way her breasts looked in that one piece, the way the sweat started to collect on her forehead.

His thrusts grew more frantic as the tension in her stomach became more and more. Her legs were shaking as he continued to fuck her, his nails digging into the soft skin of her thighs. She was getting closer and closer to that high, every thrust pushing her further to the edge.

His thumb found her clit, drawing circles around it.

"Come for me, pretty girl."

It was enough to throw her over the edge, her pussy tightening around him as he continued to lazily thrust into her. His orgasm followed soon after, his cum filling her as he buried himself inside her completely. Low moans slipped past his lips as he closed his eyes for a second while the pleasure was washing over him.

"You can wear this every day from now on."

She figured he had liked her little surprise.

[moonybug444]

toxic thoughts with connie<33

tw toxic relationships/lowkey abuse?? | connie grabs you by your hair n threatens ya | mean connie☹️☹️

thinkin about connie n you being in a toxic lil on and off relationship. calling it quits every other day cuz youre just so bad for eachother.

you guys are screaming n throwing shit at eachother every chance you get. but its never your fault, no its always connies.

“youre a fuckin idiot (y/n),” he takes another drag from the blunt in his hand, “‘nd you’ve got one more time to raise your voice at me before i come over there and beat the shit outta you.”

its just a threat. an empty fucking threat, you know it is, but glancing up at him shirtless, muscles bulging with nothing but his plaid blue boxers on and a mean glare on his face. you cant help that chilling shiver that goes down your spine.

“m’not—dont call me that!”

“maybe than, lets see…” he lets out a mocking loud laugh, “dont fucking act like one?” you hate how he wants to make you cry. how he wants to see you act a mess. how he does everything in his power to upset you. and you hate he he almost always wins. always pulls a reaction out of you.

you feel the tears spill over your cheeks before you can even try n hold em in and you do everything in your power to not just flop down on his clean grey carpet and roll around and curse him. thats what connie springer does to you.

“‘m so fuckin done with you,” you pull up the strap of the lightpink nightgown silk dress connie gifted you as a im sorry for fucking up, again gift that just flops right back off your shoulder, “nd m’serious hic this time, you wont every hear from me again.”

bullshit. you know its bullshit. and it pains you to admit, but you dont think you’ll ever truly be done with connie springer.

connie sits up at that. intrigued. “oh really?” he’s putting his joint out in the ass-shaped ashtray he stole from jean and scratching his hickey covered neck (from guess who) and you can tell hes not taking you seriously. he never does.

his tone is mocking when he huffs out, “go ‘head, y’know where the fucking door is dum-dum.” he’s grabbing the remote, just about to turn on somethin other than the lame shit playing on tv before your throwing one of your bunny slippers directly at his face.

atleast you tried hitting direct. it barely grazes his ear but youre still satisfied when you see his scrunched up face.

and you know hes real mad. his handsome face is turning red at the minute and hes grabbing the slipper from his side before heading towards you.

you try to get away quick, little feet making it maybe two steps out the room before hes grabbin you by the hair and pulling you towards the ground. “ow—connie,” here come the tears again, “s-stop..! let go of me!”

“stop all that fucking crying before i really give you some shit to cry about,” hes letting go of your hair and turning around before your shoving him from behind, trying to get even. “dont fucking touch me! i dont fucking care—” he cuts you off, “shut the fuck up. my gosh.” and hes turning around, grabbing you by your now scrunched up nightgown and pulling you real close to his face.

he can see how upset you are. the tears streaming down your puffy face, your brows all furrowed and all the hiccups coming from your swollen, wobbly lip. sometimes yeah, he does feel bad for how he treats you. the random disappearing days when he knows how much you depend on him, the name-calling even though he knows you cry over every-fucking-thing, the pushes and the shoves knowing your barely half his size. all of it.

still he cant help it. maybe theres something wrong with him. he doesnt know and he doesnt really care. he knows you wont leave so what the fuck, why would he stop?

“look at you,” he takes the hand that isnt practically raising you up to your tippytoes and cups your face, running his thumb over your bottom lip, “your the prettiest girl in the world y’know that? too bad your a crazy bitch.”

>_<

its only like an hour later n youve forgotten all about the petty fight with your boyfriend. forgot that you threw the slipper at him cause he was being sneaky with his phone nd refused to let you see it. dont care tho. you love him again.

“feels so good baby,” he groans, pushing in n out of your slippery pussy with his thick cock, “i love you so much…y’know that?”

you’re being shuffled down towards his standing form some more, ass hanging off of the bed and pushing against fat balls that are pat, pat, patting against your squishy thighs.

“yesyesyes, love you—i-i love you!” you dont even know what the fuck your saying—cant process anything but the feeling of his fat cock stuffing you full. hes so deep n you and its hard to even breathe. feel like hes up your nose.

“s’deep connie ngh…m’cummin again,” youre looking up at him. watching his pretty eyes open n close again n again. watching him bite his saliva covered lips and waching his button nose scrunch up in pleasure. your eyes flick down to obvious bulge in your tummy and you mewl wrapping your legs around his moving hips. trapping him.

your pussy is so fucking greedy, suckin him in again n again and she still cant get enough. connies bringing his hand down and pushing right on that bulge in your pretty tummy that has you both whining. looking you right in the eyes, “go ‘head princess,” and he giggles when you let out the sluttiest little moan, “that feel good huh?”

youre whining out the loudest connnieee follwed by some praise before your squirting all over him, getting both your tummies soaked up and making a mess all over his dark blue bedsheets.

hes following close after with an annoyingly sexy, fuuuck baby and coming right in your swollen pussy.

youre so tired. can hardly open your eyes when you feel connie already pulling out of you to go clean you up. grabbing one of his freshly cleaned sweat towels usually reserved for basketball, crouching down and dabbing it around your messy pussy.

“there you go princess,” hes speaking not to you, but to your cunt, “good as new.” hes leaving a big wet kiss to your pussy like he always does, standing right after and hovering over you to leave an even wetter kiss to your abused lips, throwing the towel somewhere across the room.

>_<

your cozily straddling connie in his bed, being lulled to sleep by his fingers smoothing over your hair.

hes smoking again, cautious enough to not blow it in your face though—he knows you hate smoke—thats only for when he wants to piss you off. you hear him clear his throat.

“m’gonna stop this baby,” hes smoothing over the same roots of your hair he tugged on earlier, “m’serious, no more of this arguing shit,” he grabs your face, pushing your lips into a pout. “ill do better.”

yeah fucking right. you both know thats bullshit. you guys ‘ll be back at all the screaming n yelling tomorrow.

[etherealxwitch]

Safe Word

Pairing: Eddie Munson x Reader

Summary: After a long day at work you just want to relax but the night has something else in store for you.

Warnings: SMUT (MINORS DNI), angst, some fluff at the end, oral (f receiving), fingering (f receiving), dirty talk, hair pulling, choking, unprotected sex, creampie, breeding kink, use of safe word, eddie feeling guilty, comforting

WC: 2.3

(first thing writing something like this, hope you enjoy!)

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It was a rough day at work and all you wanted to do was come home and relax. You were overworked and every part of your body was so sore. That all changed once you plopped on Eddie’s living room couch and he walked in with a mischievous smile plastered on his face. 

“Hey, baby.” He sat beside you and put your legs in your lap, rubbing them softly. “I’ve got a little idea for us.” 

Even though you were tired, your interest peaked. “Oh, an idea?” You sat up closer to him, your head resting on his broad shoulder. “Are you gonna tell me or keep me guessing?” The look he gave you sent a chill down your spine, his eyes were growing darker by the second. 

“Well,” his fingers traced up your thighs, barely grazing where they met your hips, “I watched porn earlier and..”

Eddie’s voice trailed off, almost as if he didn’t want to say what was on his mind. “I-I wanna get you to squirt for me.”

You choked on air, your face immediately becoming heated. All the things he could have possibly said and you would have never guessed that it would be this. By the time you had barely nodded, just taking in his words, Eddie had already thrown you over his shoulders. “Eddie! Put me down.” You gently smacked his back as he just laughed at you. 

His hand came down and smacked your ass, making you whimper just a bit. “I saw you nod, it’s fair game now.” Eddie laid you down on his bed, hovering over you for a moment? “Are you positive you want to try this? I won’t hold it against you if you decide not to.”

Thinking about it for a quick second, you nodded again. “I’m sure, Eddie.” Your hand came up to cup his cheek before you leaned up and pressed a kiss to his soft and plump lips. “I trust you, and if this is something you want to do then so do I.” 

Quickly, his lips pressed back to yours, peppering kisses across your cheeks and then working down to your neck. You leaned your neck to the side, giving him more access as you brought your hands up to tangle in his curls. You gave them a tug and smirked to yourself when you heard a groan and his breath fanned across your neck. 

“I promise to make you feel so good,” Eddie nibbles along your neck, leaving small hickeys here and there. “Just want you to be nothing but a mess for me.”

“I’m always a mess for you,” you gave him a small wink when he looked up at you. “Just your mess.”

Eddie’s cold hands slipped under your shirt, earning him a small gasp. He pulled his lips away long enough to slip the shirt over your head, but once off, his lips were right back to attacking your skin. They trailed kisses down your neck to your boobs, nibbling over the soft skin. His thumb traced over your clothed nipple, smirking to himself as he got harder with each small touch. You were already putty in his hands and you were sure he was going to have his way with you. 

When you arched forward, Eddie’s hands snaked behind your back and reached for the clasp of your bra. “Let’s get this off you, yeah?” He quickly went to work, easily undoing the clasp and sliding the straps down your shoulders, his lips following them. “Look at you,” his tongue poked out and swiped over one of your hardened nipples. “Just so ready for me, aren’t you?”

You ran your fingers through his hair, tugging just a bit. “So ready, Eddie.” Your hips wiggle against his leg more, dousing a small whimper to escape you. “Want you to make me squirt, Eddie.” 

”I’ll do just that, baby,” his fingers popped the button of your pants before pulling them and your panties down your legs in one swift mood. His eyes found your soaked pussy, watching just how glistening wet you really were. “Fuck, I’m going to devour every bit of you.”

The second his tongue swiped across your swollen clit, his name left your lips. His plump lips wrapped around and suckled at it, making an obscene sound as he did so. “That’s it, baby.” Eddie pinned your legs back, your thighs resting against your boobs, “make those pretty noises for me.” 

This new position allowed him to pump his tongue in and out of you so deeply, you could already feel your first orgasm of the night building up. “Oh my god, yes.” You bucked your hips against his tongue as he pulled it out and flattened it against your clit. “P-please don’t stop.”

Eddie didn’t answer you, instead he sucked on your clit more; harder than the time before. He shook his head side to side, gently pulling and nibbling at it. Your body couldn’t take it any longer and before you knew it, you were cumming against his tongue. “Y-yes!.” You ground your hips, riding out your orgasm for as long as you could before Eddie pulled his face away, it being covered in nothing but your cum and his spit.

“Hope you don’t think we’re done yet,” Eddie stood up from the bed and stripped himself of his clothes. His hard cock sprung up and made a wet sound, precum leaking from the slit. “We’re gonna make you cum until you’re squirting all over this bed.”

You barely had time to recover from the first orgasm before you felt the hard tip of Eddie’s cock rub against your clit. “You ready?” All you had to do was nod your head before Eddie was slowly sliding in, giving you a chance to feel every part of his throbbing cock inside your very soaked pussy. “God, such a perfect pussy for me. Isn’t that right, baby?”

“Uhuh, it’s your perfect pussy.” You looked down at where the two of you were connected, his cock sliding in and out of your pussy at the right pace.

Eddie’s rough hands grabbed at your hips, his thumbs running over the soft skin before pulling you against his cock. Each thrust of his hips meeting yours was sending his cock into your g-spot repeatedly. Your mind goes to mush between his thrusts and dirty talk. 

The sound of skin slapping and wetness could be heard echoing off the walls of the small room, adding to the pleasure just a bit. “Yeah, you hear that, baby?” His thumb finds your clit, rubbing at it in time with his thrusts. “That’s all you.”

You reach down and squeeze your boobs together, pulling and pinching your sensitive nipples. “Feels s-so good, Eddie.” The words you spoke came out barely coherent, you were too focused on the pleasure. You were already so close, your second orgasm quickly creeping up on you. “Wanna cum on your cock, please!”

“Let me hear you beg better than that,” his hand ran up your body, stopping to get a good grip on your neck. “And maybe I’ll think about it.” He smirked down at you, knowing that you could beg a lot better than you already have. 

“Eddie, god, please! I’ll do anything you want, I promise.” To make matters worse, Eddie’s thumb had added more pressure to your clit, adding to the pleasure inside you. “Baby… please.” 

“Anything? C’mon baby, cum all over my cock.” 

That was all you needed to hear. Your thighs shook around Eddie as your second orgasm tore through every nerve of your body. A silent moan left you as Eddie fucked you through the orgasm, the squelching sound between you two growing louder by the second. 

“That’s it, cream on my cock, baby.” Eddie’s hips slowly stilled as your body began to recover and stop shaking. He pulled out long enough to flip you over and slide right back into you. “Your cum is making it even more easy to slide so deep inside you.”

Your head fell against the pillows below you and Eddie didn’t like that. He raked your hand through your hair and pulled your head up by your hair, “no, no. I wanna hear those moans, baby.” His hips smacked into yours rough, his heavy balls slapping against your clit. 

“E-Eddie, yes. Right fucking there.” 

“Yeah? Right here?” Eddie thrusted again right into your g-spot causing your body to jolt. “Keep clenching around my cock, baby. You’re gonna make me cum.” His body leaned over yours, his tongue licking up your spine. “Want me to cum in your pussy? Want me to fill you full and get you pregnant?” Eddie moved your hair from your face and kissed your neck. 

“Oh, f-fuck yes! Please cum in me.” Your hips bucked back against Eddie’s cock and clenched around him. He groaned right by your ear, your body shaking in response. “Want it to leak out of me.” You whined, feeling his cock start to pulse inside you. 

“I-I’m cumming, shit.” Eddie’s one hand on your hip gripped at you harder, sure enough to leave bruises for you to see tomorrow morning. “Cum with me baby, I know you want to.” 

Eddie’s hand left your hair and found your clit, rubbing at a vigorous pace before he felt you clench around his cock. You felt yourself cum around it, your body going limp and falling forward against the mattress. “H-holy fuck.”

When Eddie pulled out, you could feel your mixed cum drip out of you and down your shaking thighs. “Look at that, just a leaking little slut.” He kissed the globe of your ass before shoving the cum back in with two of his fingers. “Don’t want this going to waste, do we?”

Your whole body was sensitive, every nerve on your body felt like it was on fire. 

“I know you got more in you, baby.” Eddie’s free hand smacked against your ass. You yelped in pleasure and Eddie took that opportunity to slide another finger inside your pussy, crooking them perfectly. “Want you to squirt for me, baby. Want you to give me everything you got.” 

Each thrust of your body quickly turned from pleasure to something else. You felt bubbling up inside your stomach, but instead of the feeling to cum it was becoming painful. You tried your hardest to push it to the back of your mind, but when Eddie added his thumb to the mix, you had to let out a gasp. 

“I-I can’t,” you pushed away a little, but Eddie only finger fucked you harder. 

Eddie tutted at you, smacking at your clit with your other hand. “I know you can, just let go for me.” 

You shook your head, gripping the sheets below you. The pain became way too much to handle and before you could realize what was happening, you blurred out your safe word. “R-red, red!”

Eddie stopped his movements, quickly pulling his fingers out of you and away from your body. The whole room went quiet, so quiet that you could hear a pen drop from the other side of the room. Tears pricked out of your eyes and slowly fell down your cheeks and Eddie’s face immediately softened. You could see the fear in his eyes; the fear that he hurt you. 

“Baby, I-, fuck.” He moved from the bottom of the bed to sit beside you, pulling your body flush against his. “I’m so fucking sorry, I just thought..” 

Eddie tried to rub your thigh soothingly, but you scooted away. Any touch head your pussy was too much for you, your whole body feeling off. 

“I just wanted to try something new and I-,” Eddie tried his best to apologize but he felt so bad that he didn’t have any idea of what to say. “Do you need anything? I can get you some water, or? Are you okay? Do you need me to leave?” He went to get out of the bed, but you reached a shaky hand from him, beckoning him to stay in bed with you. “I’ll stay, okay?”  

Eddie’s mind was rushing a mile a minute. He never thought this would happen and he felt so stupid for pushing too far. He knew that he should’ve never brought up squirting to you because now you were too overstimulated. Eddie never meant for this to happen. 

You nuzzled your head against Eddie’s chest and sniffled, wiping the stray tears away. “Baby, I’m so fucking sorry.” He rubbed your head and kissed your cheek, wiping some tears that you missed. 

“No, no. I’m sorry, I should’ve kept going or-,” Eddie immediately stopped you, shaking his head. This wasn’t your fault and he wasn’t about to have you apologize for something that he did. 

“God, no. This is far from your fault, you did nothing wrong, okay?” He pulled away to look into your eyes, looking for an answer that you understood. “Never think that this was your fault, I pushed too far.” 

Eddie’s fingers traced shapes against your skin as he felt you heart slow to a normal rate against his chest. You had finally calmed down and he was thankful that you did. He wouldn’t be able to leave with himself if he actually hurt you or pushed you away too far. 

“Maybe next time we take it slow?” You wrapped your hand around his and played with his rings absentmindedly. “Neither of us take the blame for this and learn from this?” When you looked into Eddie’s eyes, you saw a bit of hope behind him. You didn’t want him to think that you two would never have sex again or anything, you just needed some time. 

“I love you so fucking much,” he kissed your forehead and pulled a cover over the both of you. “I’m still so sorry… I’m just glad you spoke up. Don’t want you to ever feel like you have to endure anything for me.” 

You gave him a soft smile, your body finally feeling normal again. “I love you too, Eddie.”

tagging: @onehotgreasymechanic @dixontardis @thefreakofhawkins86 @hellfire-isnt-it @wroteclassicaly @magnoliabutters @corrodedcorpsess @trashmouth-richie @sherrylyn628

[featherandferns]

for the prompt ask can you do number 12 with fluff?

12. Don't worry. With enough glitter, no one should notice.

I love this prompt so much haha. I guess this is a little spicy? Hope you like it and thank you for requesting lovely!

vampire - prompt 12

Groaning in annoyance, you dab at your neck with a beauty blender. Beneath the skin coloured foundation-concealer concoction you’ve made, the plum purple-brown of the hickey still shines through. 

“For God’s sakes,” you mutter. You lean even closer to the mirror and attack your throat with new found force, as if it might make any difference. You’d been working at hiding this love bite for five minutes now. 

“‘Sup, baby,” JJ mutters, pressing a kiss to your shoulder as he passes into the bathroom. You swat him off. “Woah! What’s the for?”

“This is all your fault!” you exasperate. 

JJ follows to the spot on your neck where you’re gesturing. A proud, smug grins pops onto his face. 

“Damn. Did a pretty good job there, didn’t I?”

“Asshole,” you mumble, turning back to the mirror. 

“What’s the big deal? I think it looks sexy,” JJ says, hooking his arms around your waist to cuddle you from behind. 

“Yeah, well, I don’t think the manager of Lucky Hook’s will think the same thing during my interview today,” you reply. 

JJ’s brows raise. “Oh shit. That’s today today?”

Your face speaks volumes. JJ takes the beauty blender off you and manhandles you into position. Brushing some hair off your neck, he tries his luck. But no, nothing. He grabs for your make-up bag and starts to rifle through. 

“Look, you gotta have some magic potion in here that’ll do the trick,” he says. 

“That’s not how make-up works, JJ,” you sigh, looking back to the mirror anxiously. It’s a little better now but still pretty clear. You try to manoeuvre your hair in an attempt to cover it further but it only makes it more obvious. JJ is grabbing at you again, twisting you back to him. He comes at you fast with a wand of something. You try to wriggle out of his hold but he won’t allow it. Starts dabbing something cool and wet on your throat. 

“What is that?”

“Relax. Just trust me, alright?”

Yeah, no. You finally break free and look at his pinched fingers to find an application wand covered in silver glitter. Scoffing, you look to the mirror in panic. 

“What the hell, JJ!”

“Don’t worry, alright? With enough glitter, no one should notice,” JJ assures you. The worst part is that when you catch his gaze, he’s one hundred percent deadly serious. You shake your head. 

“Do you…Why would…I give up,” you say.

You take the wand away from him and slot it back into the liquid eyeshadow tube where he found it. After wiping off the previous attempts (and JJ’s glitter assault), you grab for the concealer again and continue working at covering the hickey. With his make-up rights revoked, JJ distracts himself with you. He runs his hands along your sides, tickling your waist with a barely there touch, toying with your hair. He plants a few kisses throughout his journey: your shoulder, your collarbones, your jawline. When he starts suckling at a spot just beneath your ear, you’re too distracted with trying to hide your already existing hickey to fully notice. The only tell is how your legs are turning to jelly with the sensation of his wet lips on your skin. 

A grin slowly comes to your face when you realise that your love bite is gone. Leaning back to take in the full picture, you gently prise JJ off of you only to come face to face with another blossoming love bite. This boy is a vampire, you swear to God. 

“JJ,” you growl. 

“Hey! Hey! I put it in a better spot this time! Look!” JJ defends quickly. He messes with your hair and, lucky for him, he’s right. 

Sighing, you ditch your make-up and blender back in the bag and spin around. Hands cupping his face, you pull his lips to yours for a quick peck. 

“Want me to drive you to the interview?”

“Yes,” you smile. Another kiss and then the two of you are out the door, hands intertwined, hickeys disguised. 

[hoonslutt]

Jay top 5 kinks???

Park Jongseong top 5 kinks

Dominance kink: He loves being in charge so he makes sure you know it. Of course he makes sure it’s okay with you and when you do give him the okay your done. In everything you guys do, when you guys are out he want to make sure every one knows you belong to him and your happy being his. Only buying you the best of the best taking you to eat at the best of the best. Leaving the hickeys in the most hidden spots and just one or two small ones on your neck as a claim.

Daddy kink: This goes hand in hand with the dominance kink he won’t have you call him any other name in private except in public. He just loves it when you call him the name whether it’s when your whining or crying of pleasure. Or when your just moaning it out when he’s ducking you nice and deep he especially loves it when you loose all your thoughts and that the only thing that comes out of your mouth it drives him crazy.

Breeding kink: It’s jay. He most definitely had a breeding kink I know he does he told me. He loves the way he gets to watch as his cum flows out of your heat and onto the sheets. He doesn’t want to waste any or make a mess so he takes his two fingers and tries to stuff it back in to you, your still so sensitive so when he does that you are squirming around and trying to stop him.

Bondage kink: This kind of fried into the daddy kink to me because you like teasing him since in public you call him jay you make sure to wear your most revealing outfit and to bend over a lot to get him riled up so when you guys get home he doesn’t tell you anything but pulls out the tie and you know what that means he wants you to be on all fours hands behind your back so he can come and tie them so you can’t move them. So you can’t touch him as he flips you over and flicks you in mating press and he loves hearing how you whine and cry about how you wanna just touch him.

Impact play: Jay is huge on impact play mostly spanking, he thinks it’s sexy when you act bad and he uses that as a punishment making you count your spanks and when you mess up he starts over again. Or when he’s fucking you from the back and he lands a smack or two on your ass.

I had a little trouble with this one mostly because I couldn’t focus I was watching harry potter sorry babes! As always feedback is welcome and appreciated! Love ya!!💕🫶🏼

[number1mingyustan]

Bored ☾

producer!woozi x fem!reader

Warnings: established relationship, hand kink lowkey, fingering (f.), kissing, cursing, marking, squirting

Summary: When you're bored you tend to grow needy and your boyfriend's been neglecting you

Word Count: 1.5k

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(a/n: something short and sweet for you guys)

He promised he'd be done an hour ago. You should've known better honestly, Jihoon refuses to leave his studio if his work isn't absolutely perfect. There have been too many nights of him coming home late and apologizing because he got caught up.

Today, you thought you would remove that possibility and come visit him instead. However, your presence doesn't seem to be changing much because he's still busy.

And you are so incredibly beyond bored. You can only scroll mindlessly through your phone for so long. Despite the black couch behind him being extremely comfortable, you don't want to lay on it anymore. You want your boyfriend and his attention.

He's been messing around with the same track for at least 45 minutes. Altering the pitch, playing with the key, and adding and removing different layers. You've been watching him, how his hands move along the recording table.

You push your thighs together at the thought of his hands.

It's not often that you get this needy. Neither of you has very high sex drives, but when one of you is in the mood... it's always worth your time.

Jihoon was a gentle lover, but fuck, he was so good with his hands. His touch was always delicate, yet satisfying. And he knew your body well, where his fingers should go and just how to touch you the way you needed.

Good thing you wore a skirt.

You lift your body off the couch and walk over to him.

"Jihoon," you whine.

He lifts his head to meet your eyes. "I know baby, I'm sorry. 30 more minutes, I promise."

You groan, planting yourself on his thigh. He wraps his arm around your waist and kisses your cheek. "I swear I'm almost done, just bear with me a little longer."

"Jihoon."

"Hmm?" he doesn't lift his head.

"I'm horny," you confess.

His body completely freezes for a moment. "Y/n, baby..."

“Just make me feel good,” you run your hand along his chest. “You know I can be quick.”

He hesitates. You watch the way his face contorts as he contemplates giving in. Finally, he leads your body back to the couch where he lays you down.

“10 minutes,” he breathes out. “That’s it, and then I gotta get back to work.”

You smirk, spreading your legs open for him to see. “C’mon, you know you can make me cum in 5.”

He pushes your panties to the side, running his thumb along your slit. He hasn’t even touched you yet and you’re soaked. You love his hands, his fingers always touch you the way you need, pleasuring you beyond satisfaction.

He smirks at the way his fingers grow damp and shiny. He doesn’t waste anymore time before slipping his middle finger inside of you.

You allow your eyes to fall shut as he pleasures you. He pumps his middle finger into your cunt a few times before slipping in his ring finger.

“Fuck,” you breathe out.

He pushes his fingers in deeper, scissoring them to stretch you out. Your body grows tense when he does so.

“Relax baby…” he begins kissing along your neck. His lips latch onto one particular area where he begins sucking. He’s not satisfied until a bruise starts to form on your skin. “ ‘M making you feel good aren’t I?”

His fingers have started pumping into you quickly. You’re so wet, his fingers slip in and out with ease. You’re sure you’re dripping onto the couch, but neither of you seems to mind. His pace is increasing with each pump of his fingers, fucking you hard and fast with his digits.

He continues nibbling and sucking on your neck as he fingers you. There’s hickeys decorating your neck, leaving him smiling and satisfied. He curls his fingers, placing pressure deep inside of you that sends you into overdrive.

“Jihoon!” You cry out.

He catches on before you do, pulling both fingers out of you as the rush of liquid leaves your body. You squirt all over him and the couch shamelessly. And hey, it only took him 3 minutes.

He looks down at the mess you’ve made, smirk plastered on his face. You’re still panting beneath him, mouth parted and eyes fluttering open as you come down from your high. He places his fingers in his mouth, sucking lightly before shooting you a wink.

"Better now?" he asks, voice laced with amusement. "You made quite the mess."

You cover your face in embarrassment when he reminds you. You hardly lasted and you squirted everywhere. "Don't tease me."

He tosses a t-shirt and sweatpants in your direction. "You love it."

“You keep clothes here?” you ask.

He nods. “Yeah, you know how much time I spend here. I always keep some comfy clothes for when I’m here late.”

He helps you remove your damp clothing and dresses you in his clothes.

“What about the couch?” you ask.

“It’s no biggie,” he shrugs. “I’ll just get it cleaned. It’s all black anyway.”

He goes over to the storage closet where he pulls out a chair for you to sit. He sets it up right next to him, facing the recording table. He sits down in his chair and you in yours.

“Good,” he smiles. “For the next 30 minutes, I want you to be good. Can’t bother me or get me all worked up. And if you're good, I'll give you my cock when we get home."

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[silvermarley]

Ciao, can I ask for Tanjiro x reader where after some time apart the reader no longer carries his scent so Tanjiro strips the reader down and touches them everwhere and fucks them, so they smell like him again.

Thank you

Anon, you don’t know the grasp this has on me 🏃‍♀️

Make Up for Time

Aged up!Tanjiro x (F)Reader

Warnings: marking, kinda rough sex, unprotected, fingering, Tanjiro just wants u to smell like him 🫶

It’s hard for Tanjiro to be away from you. It really is. But with him being in the Corps, there’s no helping that.

There’s nothing he loves more than to come home to you, his beloved, and smell his scent on you.

He’s always on missions, but never one this long. It was seemingly never ending.

And it didn’t help that he wanted to see you so badly.

As soon as him and his friends killed off all the demons in the designated area they were assigned to, he dismissed himself.

He really hoped his scent didn’t leave you because he’d been gone for a while.

You missed him so much. It was torture to have him gone.

But you knew he would always come back. He promised.

Tanjiro practically speed walked to your shared home. When you heard him knock at your door, you hurried to it.

You saw him standing there, smiling like he always does.

“Tan! I missed you!” You hugged him as you let him in, closing the door behind him.

“I missed you too, my love. So much.” He returned the hug, breathing in your scent.

Wait.

His scent isn’t there anymore.

“You’re not injured, are you?” You asked.

He seemed.. distracted.

Suddenly you’re kabedoned against the wall that was previously next to you.

“Baby?” You look up at him.

He temporarily snapped out of it.“Ah, looks like I’ll have to make you smell like me again.”

“Wha-“ You’re cut off by Tanjiro’s lips.

The kiss quickly turned heated as his knee was in between your thighs, pushing against your clothed pussy.

You moaned into the kiss. What little self control he had slipped from him. He needed you to have his scent right now.

Never had he been this eager for that kind of thing. Maybe because he doesn’t usually go away for long enough for this to happen?

He took your hand and lead you to the bedroom.

You couldn’t deny, seeing him so needy and determined made you feel things.

As soon as you’re in the room, he’s pushing you on the bed so he’s hovering over you.

“Gonna make sure you always smell like me.” He whispered, loud enough for you to hear it.

His hands make quick work of your shirt, and soon, your pants.

Even half naked, you felt embarrassed under his gaze.

He wastes no time in sucking and biting at your neck, leaving dark marks as he moves along.

After leaving a good amount of hickeys, he moves to unclasp your bra.

As soon as your breasts are exposed to him, he marks them up too, making sure to also give your nipples attention.

Every touch of his shot down to your core.

He pushes down your panties, while his mouth was occupied with littering you in attention.

Two fingers gather up some of the slick from your now bare pussy, and then push their way into your hole.

You arch your back as he continues to kiss and lick all over your chest, pumping his fingers in and out of you at a rapid pace.

A string of curses leaves your lips, it felt amazing.

He usually isn’t this rough with you, but something in him broke when he realized you didn’t smell like him.

The stimulation was overwhelming. So much so that you were getting close already.

“Hm, gonna cum love?” He asked.

You nod, not able to say anything.

“Go ahead, make a mess. God, I’m gonna fuck you so good baby..” He groaned as your walls clenched on his fingers.

You moaned out his name as you came hard.

He let you ride it out, then pulled his fingers out, licking then clean. You blushed at the lewd act.

Tanjiro wastes no time in getting off the bed, taking his own clothes off. He crawls back on the bed, aiming his cock at your now dripping hole.

“Ready?”

“Y-yeah..”

“Good.” He smirked.

He pushed in slowly, bottoming out in no time with how wet you are.

His hands land on you waist, just as he starts thrusting.

His cock always filled you up so well, hitting all the right spots.

“Feel so good!” You whine. “Ah- please- give me your scent.. make me all yours Tan!”

“Fuck..” He growled.

He speeds up his thrusts. Your back arched again in ecstasy, and your eyes were going to the back of your head.

Your boyfriend leans down and kisses you, swallowing your moans.

His pace was hard and fast, bringing you close quickly.

He feels you squeezing around his dick, making him groan and break the kiss.

You babbled incoherently before cumming on his cock.

“So good for me..” He cursed, but not slowing his movements.

You tear up from the overstimulation. He kisses your tears away.

He brought his thumb to your clit, rubbing it with vigor. He was close, but he wanted you to cum with him.

You had fucked a out expression, the pleasure he was giving was intense.

With a few more thrusts, he cums in you, and you came with him.

He lays on you, kissing you and praising you.

“Looks like I got carried away..” he chuckled.

“Maybe. But I liked it.” You smirk.

He will definitely do this often.

[sangheilihoes]

Good boy~

Warnings: None really just sub!Haytham begging as usual :3

💖 @memoriesofafallen @ladysaturnsdust @bloodhaven99 @psybrepunk @wyyvernn @bookworm-with-coffee @haytham-loves-chocolate @demigoddessqueens @konnisart @heiress-prime @anli-rambles @dairsmuids @grandmaster-haytham-kenway @amefuyuu 💖

It felt like it had been hours since Haytham was stripped naked by you. His hands were tied behind his back and he was placed on the couch.

His back was to your chest, one hand stroking his cock, giving it and his balls plenty of attention, with the other going back and forth from pinching his nipples to massaging his balls, ccasionally raking your nails along his flesh, giving him chills. Your lips traveled anywhere they could, leaving wet kisses and red hickeys covered in dark red lipstick. Haytham had long since fallen into mind numbing pleasure, lewd moans and your name spilling from his lips like a prayer.

“My good boy, being so good for me.” You whispered

“mmhmh…” Was his only response

“Is this what I do to you, my love? Make you speechless? Do I make you yearn for my touch, for my body?” You teasingly asked, knowing he probably couldn’t answer even if he wanted to.

He felt a knot building in his stomach, he was getting close. He started rutting into your hand, anything to push him over that sweet edge. He almost started sobbing when your hand pulled away suddenly.

“You know you’re mine, right?” You asked, holding his face so he could look at you. He didn’t know where your possessive mood came from but he found himself nodding furiously but it wasn’t a satisfying answer.

“I want you to say it, I want you to say you’re mine and I’ll let you cum.” Your hand hovered over his cock.

“I’m yours” He whimpered quietly

“Good start but I want to actually hear it, say it again but louder.” You sounded almost condescending.

“I’m yours, Y/N.” He repeated, this time a little louder

Your hand wrapped around his cock and started stroking but it was too slow, not enough to make him come undone. “Say it again.” You demanded, keeping at a slow pace.

“I’m yours. Y/N, please I can’t, please let me-” You interrupted him

“Louder, Hayth.” You sped up, that knot in his stomach growing bigger and his cock nearly pulsing. He was close to tears at this point.

“P-please, my love! I’m yours, I’ve always been yours!”

"I. Said. Louder!"

"I’M YOURS! I BELONG TO YOU!" He cried out again. The neighbors most definitely heard him that time

“You’re my good boy, such a slut~” You went faster, both hands now working him to orgasm. His head was thrown back, a string of curses, your name and “thank you”s spilling from his lips. It wasn’t long before his seed spilled out, covering your hands and most definitely making a mess of your bed sheets.

“There you go baby, take what you need from me. You did so good.” You cooed, talking him through his euphoric high.

His body trembled and twitched with the overwhelming aftershocks, his orgasm making him see white stars in his vision. You start kissing his face and neck, endless praises coming from you.

He comes down from his high to see you smiling sweetly at him. "My good boy." You coo, his heart flutters. Yes, he is your good boy.

[hypocriticalspicewrites]

🩷🖤🩷 [NSFW mentioned ahead! DavidxSelfInsert🖤🩷🖤

David, who is a man known to be very sadistic and almost cruel during sex. Very rough and passionate for the couple of minutes he has his prey underneath him. He can go far enough that one wouldn't be able to tell if he's biting your neck to induce pleasure or to rip out your jugular before it's too late.

David, who finally had his pretty caged between his arms after chasing her all night around the cave, trapping her in the own safety of her nest, making sure she knew that she couldn't go anywhere to outrun or hide from him.

David, who slowly heard her giggles deafen as he nipped at her neck, and licked a glittery trail of saliva across her collarbone, only her lulling heartbeat filling the silence in the back of his mind as it slowly started to race.

David, who quickly gave into the lust nestled in his undead chest as his fingers digging into plush flesh slowly clawed their way up toward her stomach, creeping beneath the hem of her shirt, hearing her heart all but quicken in what he thought was excitement.

David, who thought he'd have her a crying and hot mess beneath his body in only a few anticipated and impatient minutes, but as he continued to leave a trail of hickeys and abused skin across her shoulder, he stopped at a sound.

A whimper.

A shakey exhale.

A sob.

It didn't take long for his lips to leave her warm skin, prying his head away from where it had nestled into the crane of her neck. He pulled back just a bit he could stay close to her face, but somehow, far enough, he still wanted to admire his handiwork already made on her. But his eyes were quick to not focus on that and more on the big glassy eyes and trembling lip scrunched up on her face.

David's brows raised, tilting his head just a bit as he gave a pointed look. She could tell his clicked his tongue over the roof of his mouth behind his slightly pursed lips.

She didn't know what else to do but hide. It's what she did best. Bringing her arms up to her face and hiding her face away and behind the folded limbs, her body almost curled defensively. "M'sorry..."

David was silent the whole time, watching her chest heave with a sharp weep. He shifted into a more upright position, a deep sigh escaping through his nose.

"No, come here." He spoke as though to demand her, but his voice was quiet, and his touch was gentle as he brought his hands to each of her wrists, pulling them away from her face so she was left vulnerable to his eyes, watching each tear that rolled down her cheeks, and every quiver of her bottom lip. "Look at me."

"I'm sorry." She repeated again, still having her arms held down by David's. "I'm nervous." She confessed- not wanting to waste time of giving him an answer he didn't want. He'd search her mind for it even if she protested.

He didn't answer yet, still watching her. An unreadable train of thought behind his narrowed gaze, his eyes not blinking, open enough she could see the candlelight flickering off the reflection in them.

"I just don't want to disappoint you if I'm not going fast enough... Or hard enough. I don't want you to get mad at me if I can't keep up." She felt so embarrassed at how he could easily get her to spill everything on her mind without having to do anything but look at her. How easy he could make her lay every though trouble her out in the table before him to examine. Read her like the words of a book were carved onto her flesh.

He slowly brought a hand up to the side of her face, leaning into close, so his weight was leaning atop her ever so slightly. His knuckle gently stroked underneath her eye, wiping away a stream that tears continued to leak from, feeling the warm liquid trickle down his finger.

"Do you want me to stop?" He asked, his tone not at all matching his facial expression in that moment.

She looked at him for a second, lips parting fir a second, but finding it hard to soeak, hesitating a bit- and he didn't like that. The pointed look quickly returned, his head tilting enough this time his forehead rested against her own. He wanted a yes or no. And he wanted it for her - not for him. A genuine yes she wanted to continue, and to not please him. Or a no, she didn't want to, and not to him an answer to hear.

"No, I want to keep going." She confirmed, giving him a nod. "But... Do you?"

"I'm not about to pity fuck you, Chrissie." His voice wasn't exactly harsh, but it made her feel like shrinking into herself just a bit. "I'm going to fuck you like the thing you are to me. My mate." He took her chin between his fingers, training her gaze back to him. "And do you know what that means?"

Almost ashamed, she shook her head slightly, his pointer finger stroking the underside of her chin, like trying to calm a wild cat.

"It means I'm your mate as much as you're mine. I never have, and never will be disappointed or feel unfulfilled by your body. I'm not going to get mad at you for giving me the opportunity to please you. Understand?"

He spoke to her like he was scolding her for having such a train of thought, like it was complete insanity to think she wasn't enough to fulfill the deep dark need in him. But a look of satisfaction crossed his face when she gave a small nod, his hand dropping from her chin down to her hip where his other still stayed.

"Do you want me to start off gentle?" He asked, lifting himself to look over her just a bit, feeling that need start to throb in his chest again, replacing something akin to a heartbeat he once had, seeing her underneath him was a sight he'd never get tired of seeing every night.

"Only a little bit." She answered quietly, placing with the buttons on her lacey blouse. The sight reminded him of something like a child being caught in a lie and having to admit their faults. It made a grin quirk on the edge if his lips.

"Just make sure to tell me that next time, okay?" He leaned down to place a kiss on her forehead, feeling the tickle of her brunette bangs against his lips as he pulled away, hearing a soft little 'okay' back.

David, a man who, if asked nicely, will be gentle.

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COD MW2 NSFW Headcannons

Includes: Ghost, Soap, König, Valeria x any sex/race reader.

A/N: I used to play COD: Zombies when I was little and had nightmares. Maybe this is retribution for that.

Simon “Ghost” Riley

70% dom, 30% sub.

Gives head like it’s his last meal, wants head like it’s your last meal.

Good stamina, 10min recovery (perfect amount of time to give some rounds of head before another one of his own, yk?).

Rough, but affectionate. The same ideology of cuteness aggression. He just can’t get enough of you.

Likes receiving: rough handjobs/blowjobs, face sitting/face fucking, mild overstimulation.

Likes giving: degradation and praise (best of both worlds), some spitting (if you’d like), spanking.

Favorite places are the couch, dining table, and shower.

“Babygirl/boy” “Hon” “pretty slut”

Soft grunts/groans, broken moan when he cums. A bit louder when subbing, a bit growlier when domming.

Ways to turn him on: wearing his shirts, teasing, touching his ass.

Tends to be serious, but may say something a little sly or witty.

John “Soap” McTavish

Also 70% dom, 30% sub. But won’t admit he’s willing to sub.

Head destroys him. Reduces him to a mess. He gives pretty good head, himself, and will go for hours if you want.

Great stamina, 20min recovery, and likes cuddling/making out before a next round.

Romantic, but knows how to pick up the pace if you request. May even default to it depending on his mood.

Likes receiving: sloppy blowjobs (knocks him tf out), nails digging into his back, pegging (but doesn’t know it!).

Likes giving: thighsex, edging, doggystyle, you in lingerie/something ‘promiscuous’.

Favorite places are ones hidden in plain sight (closets, bathrooms), the bedroom, and the shower (a lot like Ghost…hm…).

“Sweetheart” “Doll” “So fuckin’ good for me”

Low moans, with an off chance of a whine, which he’ll quickly surpress. Stuttering, then gasping when he cums.

Ways to turn him on: Again, lingerie. Coming up behind him and kissing his shoulders, as well as running your fingers up his arms.

Can crack an endearing joke, but otherwise a casual sort of serious. Y’know?

König

40% dom, 60% sub. He doesn’t know it until he meets you, though.

Head has this man gasping for air like he’s drowning or something. Head has him on the verge of (good) tears. He’s super eager to give you head, too. He takes it like he’s starving.

Great stamina, 20min recovery (usually due to the intensity of his orgasms). He is clingy and desperate for kisses after.

So fucking needy. I don’t know how much more I can articulate that.

Likes receiving: a good peggin’, frotting/grinding, passionate kisses, praise.

Likes giving: passionate kisses, crazy good head, teasing (all in good fun), hickeys.

Favorite place tends to be the bedroom, but he fantasizes of taking you in front of the fireplace or under the stars somewhere secluded.

“Liebe [love]” “sir/ma’am” “dear”

You better not be living in an apartment. That’s all I’ll say about his volume level.

Ways to turn him on: holding his chin, neck kisses, pushing him down.

Too focused to think of anything funny to say.

Valeria Garza

65% dom, 35% sub.

Her hands instinctively grab your hair when you give her head. Without fail. If you request, she’ll gladly give you head, too. She may offer to do so.

Best stamina of all, 15 second recovery (female). Thus, she gets right back into it.

She’s a woman of many talents. Rough? Quick? Gentle? Romantic? You got it.

Likes receiving: hair-pulling, worship, degradation.

Likes giving: handcuffs, face-sitting, long make outs, knife play.

Favorite places are negotiable. A real chameleon, she is. But she does have a sort of running streak for kitchen countertops.

“Babe” “whore” “pretty thing”

Breathy moans, hitching when she cums. Always has to catch her breath, as she inadvertently holds it sometimes in her focused state.

Ways to turn her on: raking hands through her hair, hands on her waist, sitting on her lap/having her sit on yours.

Serious as can be.

[xoxomoonlightxoxo]

P&C | Ch. 12: Purple Marks

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Eyes locked on each other, the walls of the pantry seem to narrow as our bodies become enclosed into one singularity. Jungkook’s hands now outline the sides of my waist as I indulge in more kisses on his soft neck. The marks left on each other's skin turn into soft hues of purple need and desire. 

“Baby,” he whispers into my ear, nibbling on the soft flesh. 

“Jungkook, I want you,” a soft moan escapes my parted lips. My legs finally touch the ground as he lowers my form, his gaze is hazed but focused on my eyes. 

“Trust me, I need you, but not here. I want your pretty voice to echo when I have you,” he says, placing his forehead on mine. We stay like this for a little while, our scents mixing into one, before it's all interrupted by the commotion coming from the living room. 

“YAH, where the heck are they? I'm starving!” Tae exclaims, pacing around the dining table for the millionth time. 

“I checked upstairs but they weren't there,” Jimin adds as Jiah places extra napkins around each plate. 

“I'll give Mira a call maybe …” her sentence is interrupted as Jungkook walks out of the pantry with the teapot I was initially looking for. Trying to ease the suspicion I grab boxes of assorted chocolates from the nearby shelf to keep my hands busy.

“Sorry everyone, Mira's poor eyesight couldn't find the teapot in the dim light,” Jungkook scoffs looking back at my face with a teasing smirk. Before I can even react, Tae pulls us both to our seats. 

“Respectfully, I'm about to pass out. Can we please eat now?” he lets out a soft whine, eyes seconds away from tearing up. As everyone falls soft for his desperate state, the Friendsgiving dinner commences. 

“I want to thank everyone, especially Jiah for making all of this happen. It's my first holiday without my family and I don't know what I would have done without you guys,” I raise my glass of champagne, eyes focused on Jiah's soft smile as she blows me a kiss. She truly did save me from a total breakdown. If not for this trip, I would have probably just rotted in my dorm the whole break. 

“Happy Thanksgiving everyone!” Tae exclaims with his boxy smile as cheers and the sound of glass clinking fill the room. 

--

7:30 a.m.

The morning is quiet as the sun paints the sky in beautiful hues of light blue. My body shifts under the soft duvet, one leg out trying to find that perfect cold spot. As much as I want to stay like this a bit longer, I can practically hear my throat begging for some water. So, I cover myself in a robe and stop by the bathroom to check my face, which ended up being the least of my concerns upon seeing the purple marks on my chest. 

“Shit,” I let out a quiet gasp, tracing the hickeys on my now-sensitive skin. Not giving it much thought just yet, I resume my journey downstairs towards the kitchen where I see the culprit behind this mess.

“Jungkook!” I snap at him, careful not to wake the rest of the house. 

“Morning Peaches,” Jungkook leans on the countertop as he holds out a glass of water. Wearing a grey pair of sweatpants he decided to ditch the concept of a shirt, his toned abs on full display under the kitchen lights. As I stomp towards him, he extends his arms reaching for my waist until his intentions are interrupted by a slap. 

“Off! Look what you did,” I exclaim, untying the not on my robe, exposing my black lacey bra. It doesn’t take long for a grin to form on his face as he leans in closer to examine the outcome of his doing from last night. Tightening the grip on my waist, his lips inches away from my sensitive skin I let out a soft whimper before moving his face up to mine. 

“Jungkook, I’m serious, what do I do?” I sigh, furrowing my eyebrows at the mess. 

“Why are you so worried? No one is gonna see it, except for me I hope,” he says as his bunny teeth peek through the teasing grin.

“Um hello, we are supposed to go swimming today?” I remind him as my eyes can’t help but roll. 

“Oh, shit I forgot ... you can’t even swim though,” he exclaims. 

“Yes, I can! I told you I just need some prep time,” I explain to him with annoyance, trying to push myself out of his grip. A short-lived attempt that fails in the end, once I hiss at the sensation of the cold countertop under my robe as Jungkook lifts me onto it.  Spreading my legs his body leans in closer, naturally encompassing our embrace into one whole. Hands on either side of me, his gaze is focused on my lips. 

“Whatever you say gorgeous,” he whispers, brushing my bottom lip with his thumb before giving it a quick peck. Hands dropping to my exposed chest he outlines the canvas of purple marks, careful not to put too much pressure. Letting out soft whimpers as my hands intertwine in his dishevelled hair I lower my gaze on his hooded eyes. 

“I know it hurts but they feel and look so good, damn it” he whines with a certain degree of neediness. Succumbing to his desire, Jungkook leaves gentle kisses on my breast, indulging in their natural scent before meeting my eyes once again. 

“I didn’t take you for a boob guy,” I let out a soft chuckle, grinning at his desperate state. 

“I’m not but yours did something to me,” he exclaims biting his lip rings. Hearing footsteps coming down the main staircase, he helps me cover up before lifting me back down on the ground. Quickly opening the fridge I pretend to look for something, as Jungkook plops onto the couch, turning on the TV. 

“Oh, what are you guys doing up this early?” Jimin exclaims surprised, eyes barely opening. Scratching his head, he makes his way towards the kitchen as I quickly say hi before running back to my room. Looking back I noticed Jungkook’s eyes follow my every move with a shameless grin.

“Jungkookie, can you help me with breakfast?” Jimin's voice echoes from the kitchen. 

--

Rummaging through my makeup bag I search for the one thing that can save me from public embarrassment. 

“Oh my God, yes!” I exclaim, pulling out the tube of waterproof foundation. Careful not to get it on my ruffled bikini top, I virtually paint over my whole chest, covering up Jungkook’s traces of possession. Analyzing the final product, I let the foundation dry before putting on a sundress and fixing the mess on my head. It looked believable under the bathroom light, so hopefully, no one will be able to notice it, I thought to myself. Packing up my beach bag, I lock my bedroom door and make my way down to the living room where everyone is ready to head out to the lake.  

Jungkook is the first to look up, a frown forming on his face as he notices the absence of his kisses on my skin. Sending him a quick hiss, I try to remain composed as Jiah and Sohee intertwine their hands with mine. 

“Looking good ladies,” Jiah cheers, as the three of us giggle while checking each other out. We looked hot, what can I say? Our little chit-chat is quickly interrupted as Tae leans in and pulls us into a group hug. 

“What did I do to deserve such a visual friend group?” he grins, letting out a boxy smile as I poke his side. Feeling Jungkook’s chest behind me I quickly retrieve my hand before looking up at his darkened orbs. He doesn’t say anything and instead pulls my beach bag over his shoulder before leading the way with Jimin. 

--

Today is probably the warmest it has been since school started. Clear sky, fresh breeze, birds chirping in the background, the ambience is harmonious, to say the least. Making it to the lake house, we begin unpacking as Jimin sets up the speakers and blasts some Chase Atlantic. Taking my sundress off I can feel Jungkook’s eyes on my bare skin as he comes right behind me. 

“You’re killing me,” he whispers into my ear before grabbing the sunscreen out of my bag. Turning his back towards me, he takes off his shirt as I spread the white cream all over his broad shoulders, hesitating at first. He hisses at the cold sensation, before facing me, gaze focused on my lips. Trying to avoid his eyes I quickly spread more sunscreen on my hands, rubbing it all over his chest as my hands outline the defined set of packs that are now glistening in the sunlight. Nibbling on his lip ring Jungkook tries to reach for my waist until Tae calls out my name. 

“Yah, Miraya, me next please,” he grins, handing me his sunscreen and straightening his posture. Before Tae attempts to take off his shirt, Jungkook places the sunscreen back into his hands, patting his chest. 

“Do it yourself big guy,” Jungkook exclaims with a quick wink, before pulling me towards the water. Hearing Tae’s distant whines, I let out a soft gasp at the feeling of the cold lake. 

“Fuck, it’s so cold,” I exclaim, hands already shivering. 

“Miraya come in, don’t be a baby,” Jungkook teases, brushing his wet hair back. 

“No, I’m scared,” I say, as a soft whimper escapes my mouth. Chuckling at my state, Jungkook swims closer to the shore before his torso is exposed again. 

“Come here you baby,” he says, extending his arms for me to grab onto. Which I do as my mouth drops from the feeling of the cold water, our bodies now fully under it. Quickly clasping my arms around Jungkook’s neck I’m left clinging onto his torso as panic completely takes over the control of my body. 

“I can swim my ass,” he chuckles, pulling me closer as his grip tightens around my waist.

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