#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. 👑💖🌸🌷🎀👛🩰

[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.”

[woozinhos]

mirror sex with wonwoo 🥵

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Wonwoo had a mischievous glint in his eye as he guided you to stand in front of the full-length mirror in his bedroom. He wrapped his arms around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against his body.

"I want you to watch yourself while I make you fall apart," he whispered, his hot breath tickling your ear.

You shivered at his words, your heart racing with anticipation. Wonwoo slowly started to undress you, his hands roaming over your body as he admired your reflection.

"You're so beautiful," he said, his eyes locked on yours through the mirror. "So perfect for me to ruin in front of this mirror."

He finished undressing you, leaving you completely naked and vulnerable in front of the mirror. He took a step back, his gaze roaming over your body as he took in every inch of you.

"You have no idea how long I've been waiting to do this," he admitted, his voice low and sultry. "To see you like this, all mine for the taking."

Wonwoo stepped closer again, his hands coming up to cup your breasts. He squeezed them gently, watching your reaction in the mirror.

"Look at how sensitive you are," he teased, his fingers rolling your nipples between them. "You can't even keep your eyes open."

Your eyes fluttered shut, a soft moan escaping your lips as he continued to play with your nipples. Wonwoo chuckled, clearly enjoying the effect he had on you.

"I thought I told you to keep your eyes open," he said, his voice stern. "Open them. Now."

You forced your eyes open, meeting his intense gaze in the mirror. He smirked, pleased with your obedience.

"Good girl," he praised, his hands trailing down your stomach. "I want you to watch as I touch you everywhere."

Wonwoo's hands continued their descent, his fingers tracing along your inner thighs. He slowly spread your legs apart, giving him a clear view of your pussy.

"You're already so wet for me," he said, his fingers ghosting over your folds. "Just look at how ready you are."

He slid a finger between your folds, gathering up your slick before bringing it up to your lips.

"Taste yourself," he commanded, his eyes darkening with lust. "Taste how desperate you are for me."

You opened your mouth obediently, taking his finger into your mouth and tasting your own juices. Wonwoo groaned at the sight, his grip on your hips tightening.

"You're driving me insane," he said through gritted teeth. "You have no idea how delicious you look sucking on my finger."

"Mm, I love it when you suck like that," Wonwoo continued, his other hand moving down to circle your entrance. "Keep it up and I might just reward you."

You whimpered around his finger, trying to buck your hips against his hand, but he held you firmly in place.

"Patience, baby," he chuckled, removing his finger from your mouth and replacing it with his lips. "I'll give you what you want, just wait a little longer."

He kissed you hungrily, his tongue exploring your mouth as he pushed a finger inside you. He started to pump it in and out slowly, his thumb rubbing circles on your clit.

You moaned into the kiss, your body trembling with need. Wonwoo broke the kiss, his lips trailing down your neck and leaving a trail of wet kisses.

"You're so eager for me to add another finger, aren't you?" He teased, his voice low and seductive.

You nodded, unable to form words as he added a second finger, stretching you out even more. He started scissoring his fingers, preparing you for something bigger.

He curled his fingers, hitting your sweet spot over and over again. You gasped, arching your back as the pleasure washed over you.

"There it is," he said, watching your reaction intently. "That's the spot that makes you scream for me."

He continues to mark your neck with hickeys as he fingers you from behind, the new angle allowing him to go deeper. His free hand grips your jaw, tilting your head up so you can see yourself in the mirror.

"Look at yourself, being such a mess for me," he murmurs against your skin. "Look at how well you're taking my fingers. Such a good little thing."

He removes his fingers from you, leaving you feeling empty and wanting. He gently guides you down to your knees, positioning you in front of the mirror.

"Kneel for me, darling," he commands, his hand tangling in your hair. "I want you to watch as I claim you from behind."

You obediently kneel down, your hands resting on your thighs as you face the mirror. Wonwoo stands behind you, admiring the view. He takes his cock in his hand, stroking it a few times before tapping it against your ass.

He kneels behind you, his chest pressed against your back. He lifts your hips up, making sure your ass is sticking out just right.

"God, you look so submissive like this," he growls, positioning himself at your entrance. "I could get used to seeing you on your knees for me."

He slowly pushes into you, filling you up inch by inch. You let out a loud moan, your head falling forward as he stretches you even further.

"Fuck, you're so tight," he groans, grabbing your hips and holding you still. "You feel so good around my cock."

He grabs your chin, forcing you to look up at the mirror again. He begins to thrust into you slowly, but deeply, his eyes never leaving your face.

"I want you to see how good you look being fucked from behind," he says, his voice laced with dominance. "Watch as I claim every part of you."

Your eyes are glazed over with pleasure, your body shaking with each powerful thrust. You can see the look of pure ecstasy on your face, and it only turns Wonwoo on even more.

"You're so damn perfect," he says through gritted teeth, picking up the pace. "You were made for me, made to be mine."

"Please, harder," you manage to say, your voice shaky and breathless.

Wonwoo smirks at your plea, his grip on your chin tightening.

"Beg for it," he commands, his thrusts becoming more forceful. "Beg me to give you what you want."

"Please, sir," you beg, tears forming in your eyes from the overwhelming pleasure. "Please give me more, I need it so badly."

Wonwoo lets out a low growl, his eyes darkening with lust and satisfaction.

"That's a good girl," he praises, thrusting even harder into you, his hips slamming against your ass. "I love when you call me sir."

You watch in the mirror as his cock disappears inside you over and over again, your body bouncing with each movement. The sight is mesmerizing, and it only fuels your desire even more.

Wonwoo can feel you clenching around him, your walls fluttering with every moan and whimper that escapes your lips.

"You're getting close, aren't you?" He asks, his hand moving down to play with your clit again. "I can feel it. You're so close to cumming for me."

He circles your clit in quick, rough motions, determined to make you reach your peak.

"Let go, sweetheart," he whispers in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. "Cum for me and I'll fill you up with my cum as a reward."

Your body tenses up as your orgasm hits you like a wave, crashing over you and leaving you breathless. You scream his name, your walls clenching tightly around him as you come undone.

Wonwoo follows shortly after, his hips stuttering as he releases inside you, filling you with his hot seed.

As he rides out his own orgasm, he grabs your breasts, kneading them in his hands and using them as leverage to pull you closer to him. He buries his face in your neck, biting and sucking on the sensitive skin there.

He continues to hold you against him, his chest heaving as he tries to catch his breath.

"God, I'll never get tired of this," he says, nuzzling his face into your hair. "You're addicting."

[stargirlygirl]

rut suppressants pt.2

alpha!todoroki shoto x omega!fem!reader⋆｡°✩ — angst, fluff, talk of kids, in the shower, 2.1k

pt.1

The next week is a haze. You’re constantly out of breath, panting and mewing and moaning and squealing and screaming and all the rest of it. Your body belongs to your mate and he’s playing with it, moving it, folding it however he likes. And you couldn’t ask for anything more.

You two become one in a mix of sweat and fluids gushing and dripping onto any surface (un)fortunate enough to be touched by your passion. Bed, dresser, floor, island bench, couch, shower walls, balcony doors. He’s got you covered in his fingertips, stained black and blue. Hickeys paint the expanse of your neck, chest, and thighs. Not even your arms or hips are safe from his assault. And you love it.

Of course, you had to call in sick from work for next week. The reason you rasped out quickly over the phone to your boss while Shoto was drawing you back beneath the covers, was that you’re mate was “awfully unwell” and you had to “take care of him.” And taking care of him, you sure were. If the presentation went well? Who knows, who cares. It hasn’t crossed your mind since he had taken your phone from your hand and threw it across the room, onto the floor.

It was now day eight. The late morning sunlight was filtering into your mess of a bedroom. You were clammy with sweat and other fluids. Your body was pressed against Shoto’s side, arms wrapped around his torso. His warm arm is draped lazily around your shoulders, while his cold hand is resting atop yours just below his pecs.

You had woken up first, using the first few minutes to take in the sight that was your alpha. His mouth hung slightly open, soft snores coming from his rising and falling chest. His white and red locks were tangled and matted to his pale forehead. You waited patiently, watching to see if those long lashes would flutter, and if his eyes would open… but, they didn’t.

Chuckling quietly to yourself, you slowly remove yourself from his grasp, which is no easy feat, seeing as you were quite small compared to him. It took about ten minutes for you to finally drag his arm off you; it had tightened when you started to move, leading you to freeze up and wait it out, until his arm relaxed. You wobbled on your feet.

This is the first time you’ve stood on your own and tried to walk in days. You limp over to the bathroom, the ache in your inner thighs, your hips, your back, arms, everywhere, making it hard to walk properly. Once in the bathroom, your hands grasp the sink-top. Looking into the mirror, you see your own reflection staring back at you. Dark under-eyes; knotty [h/c] locks, some clinging to your ears and cheeks, others to your temples; the artwork his mouth had left behind all over your chest and shoulders. This man… You sighed.

Taking it slow, you make your way into the shower and turn on the hot water, than the cold. You wait for it to reach that perfect temperature before getting under and moaning with delight. The warmth washes away the stickiness on your skin and eases your sore muscles. It soaks into every part of your body, and all you can do is just stand there, palms against the little blue square tiles, eyes closed, and enjoy the sensation.

Soon enough, you’ve shampooed your hair and now let the condition sit in it, long hair in a makeshift bun. You’re rinsing off the suds from your skin when a pair of arms wrap around your waist. One hot, the other icy.

“Shoto!” You exclaim. You were surprised that he had woken up so soon, and even a bit saddened that you wouldn’t have more time to yourself before getting railed again.

“Hey,” your mate mumbles sleepily into your shoulder.

You lean back into him and turn around, placing your hands on his muscular shoulders. He hasn’t shifted. He’s just resting his forehead against your neck. He always does this whenever you’re cuddling. He’s thinking of what to say next, so you stay quiet and give him as much time as he needs to think. Seeing his usual quietness return, you let out a breath you didn’t realise you had been holding in and smile. Your fingers run themselves through his locks mindlessly, dampening them.

You’re curling your fingers in the hair at his nape when he speaks, “I’m sorry.” Your brows furrow and lips pout. You pull back from him slightly, lifting his face up so that you can see that look in his eyes. Guilt. But why?

“Why are you apologising? You didn’t do anything wrong,” you say more quietly than you had intended to, the words coming out barely above a whisper. The running water almost blocks them out.

“For all of this,” he says. He removes his cold arm from your lower back, long fingers pointing to all of the hickeys and bite-marks covering your décolletage.

You giggle, “Don’t be.” You run your fingers behind his ears. “I don’t mind.”

He shakes his head, dismissing what you’ve said. “No, you should mind. I can’t do this to you again, [y/n].” He averts his gaze, turning his head to the side. You guide his focus back towards you, much preferring those angelic, heterochromatic eyes on you than on the shower wall.

“Shoto, babe, I don’t understand what you’re saying," you say, forehead creased.

“You should be angry with me for how I’ve treated you this past week. I’ve been so rough with you. I haven’t been taking good enough care of you. I—”

You pressed your finger to his lips, shutting him up. “But I’m not angry with you. Well, a little over lying to me about your ruts.” You cock your head to the side, taking in that extra guilty look he’s got now.

Giggling, you continue, “But honestly, this past week has been one of my favourite weeks ever! Even more than the week we were staying at that beach villa. Do you remember that?” You grin wide, slowly removing your finger from his lips.

He nods in response, “But—”

“There is no ‘but’. I liked it and I hope you did to.” He brought you back into him, his forehead going back to it’s resting place on the side of your neck. His lips brush your mating mark.

He sighs, “I didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“Why not?” You can’t help but sound hurt. He’s your mate, your alpha, your husband… your best friend. Why wouldn’t he want you to know all of him the way he knows all of you so intimately?

“’Cause,” he mutters, “it’s shameful.”

“Getting batshit crazy to protect and screw your mate? I don’t think so. It happens to all alphas.” You laugh a little before continuing, “I hate to break it to you, but your not that special, pretty boy.” Looks like your massive ego has returned.

He chuckles all raspy into your neck, his warm breath fanning your skin, incomparable to the steam gathering around your bodies. “’Not that special’?” He pulls back and steps away from you, taking his cold and his heat. His eyes stare at you in disbelief, face painfully far from yours.

“Nope,” you smirk. You look up into his eyes, right brow slightly raised, daring him to take it further.

But, he doesn’t fall for it. Or at least, not yet. “You’re saying that I’m ‘not that special’?” You nod in agreement. “Hmm, you’re right. I’m not that special. But that doesn’t mean I want to hurt you every time I rut.”

Fuck, he still feels guilty. You look away, already wishing that you could skip the rest of the conversation and get to the part where you’re making out again. “Babe, look, I told you, I like it when you’re rough with me, okay? I like it when your slow. I like it when your romantic. I like it whenever you touch me, so please don’t feel so guilty about it.”

He still doesn’t look convinced.

“Honestly. I mean…” You trail off, thinking of a way to get it through to him that being aggressive and horny asf is a normal alpha thing and not a self-discipline problem. “Okay okay, do you think that I’m some horny, pathetic slut when I’m in my heat?”

“Of course I don’t,” he frowns disapprovingly.

“It’s the same thing!” You say, your hands flying up to his chest as you take a step closer. “I get super clingy, you get super protective, and we both wanna bang each other. There’s no shame in that.”

You’re on your tip-toes, leaning up towards him. He looks so hot when he’s mad, you can’t help but want to kiss him. He sighs and obliges, leaning down to capture your lips in a sweet kiss, hands back on your body, exploring conquered territory. You two stay like that for a little. Shoto moving to place small kisses on your nose, cheeks, eye lids, and forehead, before coming back to your lips. Much to your disappointment, he finally pulls back, cupping your cheeks and gazing deeply into your eyes.

“You never told me where you put my suppressants.” You groan, rolling your eyes involuntarily. Not this shit again. Don’t tell me he wants to start taking that cr—

��I’m not going to take them, there’s no use now. But please, tell me where you put them.” He wraps his fingers around your chin, bringing your focus back to him.

You shake your head ‘no’. He sighs in response, resting his forehead against yours and closing his eyes. You follow suit.

“Please.” You’re such a sucker for when he pleads.

Huffing, you give up the secret location, “They’re in the dresser, top drawer, beneath my underwear.”

No response. It’s quiet between you two for three seconds too long. Shoto questions, “But why?”

“Why’re they beneath my underwear?”

“No. Why did you take them?”

You bite the side of your lip, pondering if you should tell him why you really took them or not. You don’t have to think for long though, the flesh slipping out from your teeth. “I took them because I’ve never seen you rut before. And, um well, yea I just got a bit concerned, you know?” Your alpha removes his forehead from yours.

Tilting his head to the side, he asks “Concerned about what?”

“Well, um, you know—” It falls quiet between you two for another minute or two. The water hitting the shower tiles is the only sound permeating the tension.

“No, I don’t know.”

“Shoto,” you huff. “You’re gonna make me say it, aren’t you?” You pout. He continues looking at you adorably, confused.

You sigh, “Fine. I was worried that maybe you were on rut suppressants because you didn’t wanna have kids with me.” You got real quiet at the end there, averting your gaze to look down at your feet. Did Shoto always have such big feet? They look pretty massive compared to your own right n—

“You thought that I didn’t want to have kids with you?” He slid his hands to your waist, the similar sensation calming you. You looked back up at him, seeing that he had leaned back down now, your noses almost brushing.

You nodded, “Yea. You know, I-I thought that straight after we got married we would start trying but… we just, um, we just didn’t.”

You were biting your lip again. A nervous habit. A nervous habit Shoto loves. He brings his thumb to your lower lip, pulling it out from the clutches of your teeth. He watches as the flesh perfectly rounds. Sighing, he presses his lips to yours. The kiss is tender, but deep. Tongues are swirling, hands seeking more and more of each other’s bodies, little moans escaping here and there. He pulls away slowly, saliva connecting your lips before snapping with the distance.

“I’m sorry, babe. I didn’t mean to make you doubt our future together. I just didn’t want you to see me like that.”

“I know,” you nod as you caress his cheeks with the pads of your thumbs, gently brushing over the edges of his scar. It’s quiet for a little as you two just take in this moment.

“Why don’t we start trying then? When our cycles sync up we can—” You squeal excitedly.

Grabbing onto his shoulders, you exclaim, “Why don’t we start trying now?!” You’re grinning from ear-to-ear.

“O-oh oka—” You cut him off, smashing your lips back together...

Let’s just say that your attempt at creating new life today seemed very promising.

[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

[i-hav3-no-name]

Content warnings: mature content, explicit sex, mirror sex(kinda), fem!vampire!reader, this is my first time writing and english isn’t my native tongue. please let me know if I have missed a warning.

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Jason could hear the rain drops hitting the window as he looked up to the goddess on top of him. She would be smiling innocently, if not for her fangs shining through. He slipped his gaze to the mirror on the ceiling, his bare body covering his sight. Truly not something he wanted to see. He would much rather the sight of her bare back covering his scarred chest.

“Come on now, don’t look like that.”

He turned his gaze back to her.

“‘m not-“

He forgot what he was trying to say, probably how to speak as well, when he saw her grin. Was it weird that he wanted her to suck all of his blood? She leaned forward and pressed a kiss to his adam’s apple.

“I’m not blind Jason,” He could die again if she said his name like that again.

“You know I don’t like it when you look at yourself like that.” She moved her hands all over his body with featherweight touches. She had a frown on her lips though she definitely didn’t seem displeased.

She brought her lips down to his, locking him in a slow kiss. Her hands slipped down his happy trail and wrapped around his cock. He tried to get the kiss deeper to make sure he wouldn’t make a sound. She pulled back from the kiss as she stroked him.

“I want to hear you. I can’t do that if you’re going to hide behind my kisses. You aren’t going to stay quiet, right? No kisses for you if I can’t hear you.”

Jason had always felt powerless against her. How could he say no when she was pouting like that? He also very much wanted her kisses.

“I won’t- I won’t stay quiet. Kisses please?”

She smiled softly as she stroked his cock a few more times.

“I can’t refuse if you ask this nicely, can I?”

She pressed bunches of small kisses all over his face, shoulders, and chest. She specifically avoided his lips; she really wanted to hear him after all. Only a few grunts and gasps could be heard from him. It wasn’t exactly what she wanted but they would get there. She was stroking him pretty fast now. He clutched the sheets as his gaze turned to the mirror again. He had a thin layer of sweat covering his body. His face was almost as red as his helmet.

He was staring at himself as he suddenly felt a sharp nick on his shoulder. He couldn’t help the moan escaping his lips as he turned back to see her. She giggled at his reaction, though she also seemed a bit nervous.

“Sorry… Too much?”

He shook his head. Nothing she could do would be too much. He starved for her, whether it’s her sight or touch. He knew he was about to finish. He thought about holding himself, not finishing until he returned the favour but she didn’t really give him a choice. Her other hand playing with one of his nipples and her lips sucking hickeys on his throat erased whatever thought he was having.

He let out a whimper, the prettiest she had ever heard, and blew his load all over her hand. He really felt his face burn in shame this time. How was he supposed to return the favour if he couldn’t hold himself at all? He opened his mouth to apologise but couldn’t find the words. How was he supposed to think if his head went empty whenever he saw her?

She suddenly grabbed his chin and turned his face to the mirror. He let out another whimper at that.

“Look at yourself. Such a beautiful boy creating a beautiful mess of himself,”

This? Beautiful? He disagreed but she kissed him before he got the chance to speak.

“I love seeing you like this,”

She was just being cruel now. He felt her fangs sink into his neck and wrapped his arms around him. When she finally pulled back, he was feeling kind of hazy.

“I just wish I could show you how pretty you really are,”

She kissed his lips.

“I guess I’ll have to fuck you until you understand instead.”

[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."

[writing-until-i-drop]

Double Penetration | Jake "Hangman" Seresin x reader (Surprise Guest! Natasha "Phoenix" Trace) | wc: 782

No use of y/n | 18+ Minors DNI

Warnings! p in v (strap on), anal sex, edging, three way, Phoenix is there, lmk if I missed anything

Ao3

Kinktober 2024 Masterlist

When you had proposed a threesome with Phoenix, this was obviously not what he had expected but this was Jake’s fault for letting you plan the whole thing. You and Natasha had been conspiring for two weeks, texting non-stop and giggling in the corner while your boyfriend played darts with Javy. Jake had assumed he’d be getting lucky with both of you but what he was not expecting was to walk in on you riding Natasha’s rainbow strapon. 

“Holy shit,” You looked back over your shoulder at him. He was standing there in a towel, having left the two of you alone for ten minutes while he took a shower. 

“Hi, baby,” Jake was slack jawed, watching as Natasha made up for your slowed movements by thrusting upwards. “So good, Tasha,” You moaned, throwing your head back.

“Be a good girl and give me a kiss,” Natasha looked like a goddess beneath you, dressed in lacy red lingerie. She was okay fucking you in front of Jake but she didn’t want to be naked in front of him, so you two had agreed that the lingerie stayed on. You kissed her, sliding your tongue into her mouth. Jake groaned from behind you. From your new position, the red gem plug was visible to him.

“This is so fucking hot,” You heard Jake say but you were focused on Natasha, palming one of her breasts. “Phoenix, this all your idea?” 

“Not all of it,” Natasha broke away and you kissed down her neck, licking and sucking, determined to leave a trail of hickeys in your wake. “Your girl was very enthusiastic.” 

“Is that right?” Jake palmed your ass, spreading your cheeks apart. “Any rules I should know about?” 

“You don’t get to touch me and we’re using the traffic light, what’s your color, sweet girl?”

“Neon fucking green,” Both pilots laughed at your eagerness and you had zero shame, grinding your hips, fucking yourself on Natasha’s strap. “Jake, will you please hurry up and join us?” 

“Cum for me, sweet girl,” Natasha drew your lips back to hers, thrusting harder. You cried out, clenching around her silicone cock. You gasped as Jake pulled out the plug, you had left a bottle of lube at the foot of the bed for him and you felt him lather you up with the cold liquid.

“This position good for you, Phoenix?” 

“I wouldn’t be in it if it wasn’t, Hangman.” You chuckled at Natasha’s dry response, kissing her collarbone. “Is he always like this in bed?” 

“Be nice to him,” You nipped at her shoulder then moaned as Jake eased his way in. The sensation of being filled by both of them was overwhelming, your mind blanked, not a single thought in your head besides how good it felt to be between them. 

“He asked your color, sweet girl,” Natasha cupped your face, grounding you in the moment. “What’s your color?”

“Green,” You managed to respond. “Harder,” Natasha chuckled, repeating your answer loud enough for Jake to hear. Natasha kissed you, snaking a hand between the two of you to rub your clit. Right as you were about to come she backed off, drawing a loud whine from you.

“Is she always like this?” Natasha asked, working on your clit again. You were shaking, clenching against them as your orgasm built again.

“Yeah, she’s a needy one. Aren’t you, sweetheart?” You think you nodded your head, too focused on chasing your release but Natasha stopped again.

“Do you want to cum?” 

“Please,” You whined, “Please, please, please.” You were a babbling mess, at the mercy of your boyfriend and best friend.

“Should we let her cum?” Natasha asked and you whined in protest about your orgasm even being a question. “She has been a good girl.” 

“She likes when you call her that,” Jake squeezed your ass, picking up his pace, “Let her cum, Phoenix. You’re right, she’s been a good girl.” 

“For once we agree. Cum for us, sweet girl.” And you did, you came hard, vision going blurry. You’re pretty sure you screamed but you weren’t sure, going limp on top of Natasha who kissed you as Jake finished inside of you. “So good for us, you did so good.”

“You were perfect, sweetheart,” Jake kissed your spine. Between the two of them they were able to get you dressed in pajamas and tucked into bed. You were exhausted, unable to think much past the fact you were going to be sore in the morning. Once Natasha was gone, Jake curled around you in the bed.

“I love you,” You mumbled, snuggling back into him. Jake kissed your shoulder, “Can we do that again?”

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[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.

[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. 

[woozinhos]

Hi! Can I please request..."You're mine and I'm never letting you go" with Minghao? 💜

Notes:ahh thank you for the request this is my little note through my writing hope you guys are enjoying it!

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Minghao pins you down onto the bed, his eyes dark with desire as he looks at you. He runs his hands up and down your body, possessively marking you as his own.

"You're mine," he growls, his lips grazing your ear. "No one else's. I'm never letting you go."

You arch up into his touch, your body responding to his dominance. You can feel his need for you, his need to claim you as his possession.

"Please," you moan, gripping onto his arms. "I'm yours, Minghao. Only yours."

Minghao grins at your pleading, his hands roaming lower until they reach the hem of your shirt. He lifts it up, exposing your skin to the cool air.

"Good girl," he says, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Now, let me show you just how much you belong to me."

He quickly removes your shirt and bra, his eyes drinking in the sight of your bare body. He runs his hands over your breasts, his touch both rough and gentle.

"So beautiful," he murmurs, his lips finding your collarbone and sucking on it harshly. "All mine to mark up."

Minghao continues to mark your skin, leaving love bites all over your neck and chest. He nips and bites, claiming you with each hickey he leaves behind.

He moves lower, his lips trailing down your stomach until he reaches the waistband of your pants. He looks up at you, his eyes burning with desire.

"Take them off," he commands, his voice deep and commanding.

You comply immediately, lifting your hips up so he can remove your pants and underwear. You're now completely naked underneath him, completely at his mercy.

He looks down at you, admiring your exposed form with a hungry gaze. He runs his hands up and down your thighs, spreading your legs apart.

"So obedient," he says, a smirk playing on his lips. "I like that about you."

He settles himself between your legs, his body hovering over yours. He places his hands on either side of your head, caging you in.

"I'm going to take my time with you," he whispers, his breath hot against your skin. "I'm going to worship every inch of your body until you're a begging mess."

He slowly starts to kiss his way down your body, leaving a trail of kisses and bites in his wake. He stops at your breasts, taking one of your nipples into his mouth and sucking on it gently.

He swirls his tongue around the sensitive bud, his other hand coming up to pinch and roll the other one between his fingers.

You gasp at the sensation, your back arching off the bed as he teases you. He looks up at you with a smirk, enjoying the way you're falling apart from his touch alone.

He switches to your other nipple, giving it the same treatment as the first. He grazes his teeth against it, eliciting a moan from you.

He pulls away from your chest, satisfied with the redness he's left behind. He moves down further, his lips pressing soft kisses against your stomach again.

He stops right above your center, his breath hot against your core. He looks up at you with a wicked glint in his eyes, teasing you further.

"You're so wet for me," he says, his voice filled with a mix of arrogance and lust. "And I've barely even touched you yet."

He blows cool air onto your sensitive area, making you shiver. He knows exactly how to drive you crazy.

"Please, Minghao," you beg, your voice trembling with need. "Stop teasing me. I can't take it anymore."

Minghao chuckles darkly, clearly enjoying your desperation.

"But it's so much fun to see you like this," he replies, his lips hovering over your inner thigh. "So needy and wanting. You look so pretty when you're desperate for me."

"I need you inside me," you whine, your hands gripping the sheets tightly. "Please, I'll do anything."

Minghao finally relents, his patience running out as well. He positions himself at your entrance and slowly pushes into you, filling you up completely.

He groans at the feeling of you wrapped around him, his grip on your hips tightening.

"You're so tight," he grunts, beginning to move at a steady pace.

He sets a rough and deep pace, his hips snapping against yours with each thrust. He leans down, his chest pressed against yours, and captures your lips in a passionate kiss.

He swallows your moans and whimpers, his tongue exploring your mouth as he continues to claim you from the inside out.

He breaks the kiss, a thin string of saliva connecting your lips. He moves to your ear, nibbling on your earlobe before whispering into it.

"You feel so good around me," he growls, his voice rough with pleasure. "You were made for me, weren't you?"

You nod frantically, too lost in the pleasure to form a coherent sentence. You wrap your legs around his waist, pulling him even closer to you.

He grunts at the feeling of your legs around him, his thrusts becoming more erratic and forceful. He's close, and so are you.

Minghao can feel you tightening around him, signaling your impending orgasm. He reaches down and starts rubbing your clit, wanting to push you over the edge.

"Cum for me," he demands, his voice laced with authority. "I want to feel you cum on my cock."

Your eyes roll back in your head as you finally reach your peak, your body trembling with pleasure. You cry out his name as you come undone, your walls clenching tightly around him.

Minghao groans loudly, his own orgasm triggered by the feeling of you squeezing him. He buries himself deep inside you, filling you with his hot release.

He collapses on top of you, both of you panting heavily. He peppers your face with kisses, praising you for being so good for him.

"You did so well," he says, stroking your hair gently. "Such a good girl, taking all of me like that."

You bask in the afterglow, feeling satisfied and content in his arms. He rolls onto his side, pulling you against his chest.

He holds you close, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as he holds you protectively.

"I love you," he whispers, his voice filled with adoration.

[quinnynation]

begging for more stories with chase 🙏🏻🙏🏻

"i said camaraderie!" ᯓᡣ𐭩 chase keith one-shot

pairing : boyfriend!chase keith x poodle!reader

summary : poodle has been invited to neiima's launch party...but chase keeps on distracting her

warning/extra tid-bits : 18+, SUGGESTIVE CONTENT, READ AT YOUR OWN DECRETION : steamy makeout session, teasing, begging, hickey-giving, sub chase tbh, i think that's all but if there is anymore please lmk!!

word count : 774 + not proof-read

divider credit : pics from pinterest, silky divider from @muruffin

"Babe, please?" Chase whined, his naturally pouty lips somehow even poutier, at this, Poodle rolled her eyes- continuing to swipe her pink tinted lip gloss over her own lips; enjoying the delightful scent of peach that emitted.

"She's your friend too, y'know." Poodle commented, slightly frustrated with her boyfriend's antics. Chase was clearly feeling extra clingy tonight and was doing every and anything in his power to get Poodle to stay with him instead of going to Neiima's launch party for her jewelry line.

Chase groaned, throwing his head back- letting his fluffy hair protect him against the wall. Poodle let out a soft laugh, "I'll be home before 9." She promised her boyfriend.

Chase grumbled a bit before being distracted by a few notifications on his phone. Not that Poodle minded, she loved her boyfriend more than all the stars combined...but she also really loved doing her makeup in silence.

Blend blend blend, tap tap tap, blend blend blend, tap tap-

“Princess…” Poodle heard from behind her, and suddenly her blush was too bright. Just as she began to set down her brush, Chase spoke again.

“Come ride on me.” He sighed, causing her to wipe around quickly- eyebrows raised in shock. “What?!” She gawked, bewildered by her boyfriend’s boldness.

Chase had the audacity to put on a dumbfounded face, “What?” He asked- a knowing smirk plastered deep onto his face. “What did you say?” Poodle repeated her question. Chase thought for a moment before laughing, “I said…cam..camaraderie.” The brunette boy lied, struggling to hold in his cheesy smile.

Poodle squinted her eyes at him, crossing her arms over her chest. “Chase, spell camaraderie.” She tested; giving him a look that made him squirm.

As expected, he could not spell camaraderie. 

Poodle rolled her eyes, standing up and absent-mindedly smoothing out her dress before sitting next to chase; looking deeply into his eyes. Chase, like the man he was, already had a goofy smile and a red-tint to his face.

Poodle’s eyes trailed from Chase’s, floating down to his curled lips and then lower to his neck that she felt was tailored just for her teeth. 

Poodle quite liked denying her boyfriend of things- consensually, of course. But god when her boyfriend looked at her with those eyes? Eyes that were practically begging her to touch him- even if that touch was just a kiss? Well…even the devil had his weaknesses.

The girl launched herself into her boyfriend’s lap, letting out a soft giggle as his hands found their way to her hips- lightly squeezing the fabric of her dress. Poodle cupped her lover’s face- pride filling her chest at how her boyfriend blushed- before colliding their lips together.

There wasn’t a fight for dominance. Chase knew his place.

Poodle guided, Chase followed. When Poodle’s tongue pushed, Chase’s mouth opened. The two weren’t new to this; far from it. Poodle’s chest pressed up against Chase’s, pushing him further into her pillows; only proving even further that Chase’s pleasure was thanks to her.

And god did it do things to the man. Chase didn’t dare mess up Poodle’s freshly styled hair, opting to just trail his hands up and down her legs, caressing them as if she was a product of Michelangelo. 

A whine slipped from Chase’s lips as Poodle pulled away, just as the man was about to beg for more- he let his eyes flutter shut as he felt Poodle’s kisses begin to sprinkle around his neck. Pure bliss filling his head. 

Poodle knew what she was doing, she knew exactly how to pleasure Chase- but right now it pleasured her to not pleasure him. However, like the spoiled lover the boy was, it didn’t take long for gentle whines to start escaping his lips. 

“Please?” He begged, she ignored. Which wasn’t new, but that didn’t make Chase any less frustrated. “Princess…please?” He asked once more, moving his neck slightly.

Poodle thought for a moment, she was about to leave the boy for at least three hours. At this realization, Poodle moved to the area on Chase’s neck that made the boy weak; peppering a few glossy-lipped kisses on it before beginning to suckle. 

Chase let out a breath of relief, sinking underneath Poodle and deeper into her mattress. “I love you, god- I love you.” Chase stammered, head clouded with the knowledge that Poodle had granted him the privilege of feeling this good.

Poodle felt a bit bad for showing up a tad bit late to Neiima’s launch party; but seeing the bright red marks she’d left all over Chase’s neck made any guilt she had fade far away.

a/n : did i write this with the intention of making chase a sub? ...no. no i did not. it just slipped out😭

[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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