#eyes red and teary and half-lidded

[somniuslucis]

Hmmm… what about seasoned pornstar!patrick zweig with newbie (and whiney) Art •-•

[celiime]

inspired by die with a smile by bruno and gaga! ^^

thinking about how satoru’s death contradicted his own words, carrying no meaning when he found himself dying beside his, you, his wife.

“when you die, you die alone.”

satoru didn’t know how he’d come to swallow these words the second he found himself dying—with his sweet wife beside him, holding his hand through it all—he always held a belief that death doesn’t scare him.

at least, not when his beloved was right next to him.

the blood gushing down his cuts, his body split in half, each half parted from the other, blood a blinding red color bubbling from his lips, making its way down the side of his face. even to a sorcerer as strong as gojo satoru, it would have still been a scare, to die like that…

however, he found that he couldn’t feel any of that. no fear was in his system, no shred of concern, no worry. it was all just solace. he felt no pain, no guilt, no regrets.

everything seemed to float away as soon as his wife’s lips settled upon his sweaty forehead—marred with blood and cuts—soft and warm, reminding him of that same kiss you gave him just this morning.

“satoru…” a soft mumble of yours, so fleeting, almost lost to the own blood spilling out of the cut—where you lost your arm.

his eyes blinked drowsily at you, barely mustering the strength to focus on your arm—or well…the empty socket of what it used to be. despite himself, his heart clenches painfully at the sight of you like this, so weak and battered up…couldn’t you die in a less painful way?

his injuries didn’t hurt, his cut up body didn’t hurt. what hurt the most was the sight of you, the sight of you all cut up and marred with blood that shouldn’t be on your precious features.

oh…his precious baby. still doting on him even as they’re both on death’s door.

you had always loved him as if it’s the last time you will ever get to show your feelings, always hugged him so tenderly, as if he’s close to withering away. Your kisses were always so gentle, slow and passionate, taking his breath away.

and in turn? he gave everything to you. satoru promised to himself that he would give you anything you asked for, just a simple bat of your eyelashes and he would destroy the world for you.

he loved you as if it’s the last time he’ll get to love you.

and he will continue to love you, even as death precedes. death won’t separate him from his beloved.

“look at…you…” his voice, barely croaking out, was as soft as ever, “an…angel—“ a cough left his throat, choking on the blood leaving his mouth—

his heart warmed as you shakily smoothed your bloody palms over his face, half lidded eyes carrying worry in them.

“are you…coming to—to take me to heaven? heh.” even in his near death state, his delirious state, losing blood by the gallons, he still found it in himself to crack a small comment—to comfort his beloved bride.

satoru never believed in the after-life, but ever since he married you…he found himself wishing that there is one, so that his time with you will be endless.

a shaky chuckle left your lips, thumb smoothing over his cheekbones, “no, idiot. i’m—“ you gasped, feeling your body throb with the pain, “going with you.”

“wherever you go, that’s where i’ll always follow you, toru.” you had uttered the day you confessed your fear of losing him.

you knew it was the end. you knew there was no more living after this. no more seeing your students in the morning and greeting them, no more stressing over missions, no more…fighting curses.

your teary eyes studied your husband’s features, bleary gaze fighting to focus—to memorize his features even after you were in your own grave.

did this mean no more seeing your husband too?

oh, you were going to be sick. just at the mere thought.

satoru—the ever so strong sorcerer that never wavered—found tears welling up in his own eyes, breath hitching at the absolutely precious look on your soft features.

god, how can you be this pretty even while all marred with injuries and blood? how could you be this stunning even through his delirious eyes?

he hoped he would get to see that face in heaven. if the gods pitied him enough, surely they would.

they would pity this absolutely smitten man, so pitiful and pathetic in the face of his undying love for his wife.

because, even as you both were dying, blood seeping through both of your injuries, staining the ground with red—you were holding his hand, sitting next to him as you waited for the blood loss to finally grasp your soul.

you spoke true to your words, you truly did follow him—even to death.

his precious wife. his beloved bride. his world.

for his last breaths, he used them to pray to the gods, to beg and plead for him to see you in the afterlife. to grant the wish of a smitten man.

dying was not so bad, death is peaceful and serene, especially when the last sight he saw before his fluttering eyes was the soft smile of his wife—oh so delicate and full of love, the faint feeling of her forehead on his own being the last thing he felt.

“thank—you for…loving...” his last words, not meant to be a goodbye—but just in case, right? what if the afterlife did not exist? “m..e..”

“i’ll continue loving you.” you smiled down at your husband, feeling his chest stutter with a final breath beneath your weight, before it completely stilled. Your misty eyes fluttered, pressing the tip of your nose to his, stealing one last act of intimacy before eventually fading into darkness.

even death can’t snuff down the love you have for eachother. Nothing, no force, no strong force can stop you from loving eachother.

“you were soooo sappy!” a giggle left your lips, pink and plump, no signs of blood on them, both arms intact—evident in the way you had your arms wrapped around one of your husband’s toned arms.

a whine left his lips, “you’re such a hater! so what? i cant confess my love to my cute little wife? especially when i thought i wouldn’t see her pretty face again?” he huffed, looking down at you with a pout. no blood on his one face, either.

you stilled—

your big baby. your smitten husband. oh how you loved him.

“true…” a small hum left your lips, relishing in the way his free hand seemed to rest on your head, “thank you for loving me…satoru. even in the afterlife.”

your husband was the one to pause this time, her eyes rounding with surprise, heart stuttering in his chest—feeling his breath completely leave his body at your earnest confession of love.

“oh, who’s the sappy one, now?”

oh, how meek did his wife sound? he wanted to hold you for as long as the afterlife was eternal.

“but…i’ll continue loving you. wherever you go, and no matter what happens. ‘kay?”

the gods granted the request and prayer of a smitten man.

can’t believe i finished writing this heh!! this is a little something something…i’ve been so fixated on gojo’s death lately, and him as a whole…and bruno and gaga’s song just sparked up so many ideas!! i hope u guys enjoy!! a bit of a continuation—? or alternate ending to this!

[wyniepooh]

Loving him was never enough

you don’t have what logan needs, but he still takes all that he can.

Cage fighter!logan x reader. Mentions of violence. Porn with a little bit of plot. mdni; 18+

thinking about being logan’s plaything in his cage fighting days.

It’s not uncommon for the fighters to have a beautiful girl around their arms as they enter the ring, and though Logan usually resists against the fan girls who clamour around him in a frenzy, he figures a sweet thing like you could only do him some good.

Not only does it piss the other fighters off, (they hate to see the king of the cage also have a pretty girl like you beside him) turns out, you’re not half bad for company either.

You’re an anxious little thing, brows furrowed and eyes teary before every match. Logan doesn’t bother telling you that he’ll be fine, that he’s going to win guaranteed, that his punch is as hard as metal. Literally.

He hates to admit it, but he finds it endearing, the way you’re so worried for him. through his nonchalant front, he still wipes away your tears with his large hands before every match and reassures you, cooing, “I’ll be fine. You’ll see.”

When logan gets in the ring, the fight goes exactly as he expects it to go. The other guy is destroyed before logan even shows his true strength. In a spiteful and humiliating position, the fallen guy comments something like, “I’ll fuck your pretty girlfriend dumb.”

Logan hears, of course, and though the guy is already bleeding and sprawled over the mat on the ground in a pathetic display, and though logan definitely didn’t consider you his girlfriend, he throws the announcer to the side and pounces. Through gritted teeth and a bleeding forehead, he catches your eye, shaking his head lightly before knocking the other guy out.

You wait for him in the small public washroom afterwords, arms crossed and pouting. As Logan approaches the door and sees your stiff pacing around the room, he knows you’re mad. And he knows it won’t stay that way.

“‘was so worried, logan,” you practically run towards him, “why’d you have to go after him like that? he could’ve really hurt you.”

He scoffs and flashes you the fresh wad of cash. “Hurt me? Please.”

He stays still for as long as he can bear while you dab at the wound on his head with your sleeve, silently hoping you wouldn’t notice the red cut slowly healing by itself. When you try to touch his face, to run a finger down his cheek and his stubble, he grabs your wrist harshly to stop you.

You’re confused, confused as to why he allows you to trail along to his every fight and wipes your tears with such a gentle hand, but refuses to let you in. He doesn’t give you much time to think, though, because as soon as you part your lips to speak, he’s picking you up from under your arms and sitting you down on the cold sink counter.

there’s an aggressive desperation behind his kiss, probably produced by the adrenaline of the recent fight and triggered by the soft whine he heard from you when his teeth knocked against yours. His hand reaches down between your legs and drags your panties to the side, and before long, you’re biting his shoulder and mumbling, “‘gonna cum, logan, please, let me cum.”

He does, drawing out your short orgasm with a few more pumps of his fingers and a graze over your clit. When he’s done, you’re practically already numb, head limp on his shoulder as you hear the metal clinking of his belt.

“You want this?” He asks, holding your head up by your chin as he tilts his head and raises his brows. “You want me?”

You nod feverishly, half-lidded eyes flickering as you breathe, “yes, logan. need you.” Your head falls back against the mirror, and he looks down with a grin at the sight in front of him.

he hooks his arms around your knees to bring you closer before you take him to the hilt in one go, burying a mewl into his shoulder as you wrap your legs around his waist. The first thrust burns, always does, but only he can make you forget the pain in an instant. Soon, your hands are tangled in his hair, his beard is rubbing against your neck, and you’re begging, “please, lo, need it so bad. “ Logan fucks exactly like how he fights, thrusting into you so sharply your ass is sliding back on the metal counter with each movement of his hips.

He’s done this enough times to know what makes you whine and dig your fingernails into his back, but he still demands, every time, “that feel good, baby? you like that?” Of course, you don’t have to answer for him to know that it does, that it does feel good, so incredibly good, and that he’s hitting all the right spots in the body only he knows so well.

You aren’t the only one filling the room with lewd noises. Logan is panting too, the echoes of his each and every grunt reflecting off of every corner in the room and into your ear. It only makes your cheeks flush hotter, only encourages your hips to move more eagerly to match his pace.

It’s always when he’s just about there that Logan pulls back and looks down at where the two of you are connected, slowing down his strokes to slowly watch his bulging cock sink deep into your slopping cunt.

It’s the only opportunity with logan that you get to really look at him, to see the raw expression of euphoria on his face, teeth bared and mouth open. Some strands of previously gelled hair are stuck to his forehead with sweat, and his eyes rolling back with each press of his pelvis. Your eyes trace the sweat on his shoulder, the hair on his chest peaking from behind his white wife-beater, and the vein on his stomach that connects to the one on his dick.

You gaze flickers back at his face, and you extend a hand to guide his head towards you. He tries to turn away, as usual, and you hate that you know he’s holding back; limiting the noises he’s making, the pace he’s taking.

“Just use me, Logan. I know you want to,” you plead against his lips, inhaling a gasp as you press your lips onto his. You expect him to pull away, to push your head to the side and focus on finishing the other task at hand, but this time, he only pulls you closer, one hand around your waist and the other on the back of your head. He doesn’t give you much time to be shocked before he resumes his previous pace, drilling into you with the same vigor, albeit a bit more sloppy than before.

Logan pulls back to catch his breath, and at the same time, you clench tightly around him. A low groan escapes him, a noise so animalistic and fervent that you reach your high right then and there, shrieking as your legs begin to shake.

He’s close too, you can feel it in his breathing, so you let him fuck you beyond your orgasm, even if it’s getting to be too much and you’re losing your thoughts by the second.

“nobody— ah— fucks my girlfriend,” he suddenly growls, lifting you up from under your arms and shoving you against the tiled wall. He squeezes your cheeks, forcing you to look into his hazel gaze as he spits, “n-nobody fucks you like I do.”

He plummets into you deep, leaning his lips in and making you swallow one last groan of his before you feel his warm release fill your insides.

When he’s done, Logan is supporting all your weight, your limp arms splayed around his sweaty back. You whimper at the emptiness as he pulls out, feeling his cum languidly drip down your inner thighs.

You’re too exhausted to realize what he just said, to react to what he just referred to you as, and as the fog of pleasure slowly unclouds Logan’s head, he’s glad he fucked you stupid enough to forget.

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a/n: anyone else feel like they’re incapable of writing good smut? Hey Google how many other synonyms could there possibly be of the word ‘thrust’?

[gomzwrites]

The taskforce 141’s favourite steamy moments 

Contain smut(18+), minors do not interact

a/n: I wanted to write something that the 141 members like the most whenever they have some spicy moment with the reader >:) so I decided to give smut writing a go! These are arranged based on length, I apologise for writing such a short one for Ghost as I was struggling to make it as gender-neutral as possible(if it still comes out as fem, Im so sorry!), maybe next time I’ll do specific gender one post at a time, but for now enjoy this mess :> Tags: xgn! Reader, dry humping/grinding, eating out(reader receiving), submissive, teasing, riding(implied sorta), biting, slightly possessive behaviour, hand job - let me know if i missed any tags reader's text is in purple PLEASE DO NOT RESHARE MY WORK ON OTHER PLATFORMS WITHOUT MY PERMISSION -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Simon Ghost Riley - taste

Ghost likes it when you run your fingers along his hair, soft and gentle as he closes his eyes and savour the gesture. But he likes it best when you scratch his hairline and lock your hands in his short blonde curls. 

Ghost has been in between your thighs since he dragged you into his room, he laps on your entrance as he sloppily licks up your sensitive sex, sinful slurping and moans filling the room. He works his tongue expertly, mixing those arousal juices with his saliva as he grunts and groans. You watch with teary, half-lidded eyes as he slowly retracts from your aching sex and trails teasing kisses around your thighs before he bites down as you jolt.

S-simon…! 

You whine out his name as he hums and graze his teeth along your thighs, taking his sweet time as he watches you grow increasingly desperate, turning into a whimpering mess on his bed because of him.

He spread your leg further as he let his tongue dance against you, watching your back arches up as he moan into your sex, causing a shiver to run down your spine as his deep husky voice reverberated through your entire body. He looks up to you with those dark eyes that are blown out and filled with desire, hungrily pinning your hips down with his eyes alone. 

“Be good”, was all he said before he latch onto you again as he devour you like there was no tomorrow. -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

John Soap MacTavish - wants

You struggle to breathe properly as your chest is fully pressed on top of your desk, now messy and with papers and reports that are scattered about and long forgotten. 

Grunts and moans filled your room as Soap has your hands pinned on top of your head, his other hand grabbing your hips, fingers digging into your hips that always leave purplish-red marks the next day. 

“Fuck y/n…..” Soap slurs as he buckled his hip at your ass, both of you still have your gears and clothes on, leaving only the bulky vest on the floor as he grinds on you, so desperate, so fucking desperate. 

He leans down to bite on the back of your neck causing you to moan as you feel his tongue lap at the bite marks and suck gently to soothe the flesh, now littered with goosebumps. You can feel how warm and hot he is from your back despite the layers of clothes, and you can hear his heartbeat too when he starts thrusting you faster, harsher, pressing his chest and his hips on you, as if he’s moulding your entire body as both of you are mushed together perfectly. 

‘It's not enough…” he growls as he continues grinding on you, voice getting lower as he frowns and bites down on your neck again, another mark as he lets out pants of frustration, you gasp and moan at his bites as you push your hips back to meet his.

‘Yeah just like that…fuck…..fuck. me.” he lets out a deep sigh as both of you fight to push your hips towards each other to be impossibly close, you can feel it too, you can feel how he angles his hip so that every time he snaps and presses onto you, you can feel his tip poking at your entrance, making you roll your eyes back as you sob softly.

You want him, just as badly as he wants you.  God it’s not enough, it’s never enough at all and yet every single fucking time, he does it still, it's too painfully good to stop, to pause this heating moment to remove some fabric, no, there’s no way he’ll stop, it's as if he’s afraid that doing so will result in these pent-up emotions and arousal slipping away.

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Captain John Price - voice

John likes it when you hold back your moans and voices whenever you guys do it in his office, since his room is in the centre of the base, that means there are other rooms besides, and the walls are not exactly the thickest.

Sure, he absolutely loves your moans and the way you scream his name whenever he pounds you hard never fails to make him lost in ecstasy. But nothing riles him up more than hearing the voices you make that only he gets to hear.

He loves it when you suppress your moans, because it makes it so your voice tends to become whinier, and more desperate, reaching a pitch that sometimes has surprised him and yourself. He loves it because when you try to be quiet by squeezing your head into his neck, mouth biting on his collar as he drags his thick cock in and out of you, he gets to hear all those little gasps and pretty little moans that are barely audible.

John loves it, and he absolutely likes to break that resolve of yours, he likes to push all the buttons to see you crumble before him, and he knows when he is on the right track when you start to pant harder, and those whimper escapes more as you shakily grab onto his arm, 

J-John….please…

he smirks as the pleas come spilling out from your mouth whenever you feel like you couldn't hold in your moans more.

“Awwww….too much?” 

He would whisper back into your ears as he draws out each word in his deep honey voice, hands coming down on your waist before he slams it down hard on his hip, causing a startled yelp and a jolt of shiver running down your spine and let out a string of suppressed curses and moans.

He chuckles deeply, hot breath fanning against your neck when he watches your eyes tear up and your mouth opens as you let out a silent scream, still holding on as you shake your head and mutter to him, “N-no…m-my voice-” you didn’t finish your words as he clashes his mouth with yours, swallowing your pitiful pleas before biting down your lower lip as he pulls back, smirking as he bites down your shoulder.

“Let it out”, he challenges you with a raspy voice as he kisses the bite marks around your neck and nibbles softly when he coos at you, watching you squirm around as he gives you a mischievous look, oh he is going to, and will bully you until he has you screaming his name.  -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=

Kyle Gaz Garrick - hands

Kyle loves it whenever you take your time and tease him with your hands, you can feel how his thigh muscle tensed up and how he let out his breath shakily whenever you trail your finger around him. He always likes it when you start slow, gently trailing along his neck first as you kiss and softly nibble his ears, before you slip your hands down lower as you rest it on his chest, and those eyes….those big doe eyes of yours whenever you look up to him and whisper so sweetly, honey tone dripping out from your irresistible mouth absolutely drives him mad every time, and send his head into a spiral heat of want.

You like it, hm?

He gives a nod as he lay back on the sofa, completely melting under you touch as he squeezes his eyes shut when he feels your teasing hand trailing around his chest, sometimes flicking his nipples that cause him to jolt as you giggle,

Mhm, you do like it…

Fuck, you’ve barely done anything and he already feels like his losing his mind, only being able to nod frantically as words fail to come into his mind. As you slowly reach down, resting your palm just shy above his pants, his grip on your hip tightens as he desperately wants you to go lower, to give him what he wants. He loves it because you always manage to rile him up, giving some relief but never enough, it's like you knew exactly how he works. 

Hmmmmm what do you want…pretty boy?

You whisper back teasingly as you brush your lips against his ear, you watch as his boxers get tighter when his arousal increases, even a small stain was visible now the more you tease him with the nickname, his favourite one, among all the other things you call him.

“Ah fuck….please y/n…”

He begs as you slowly pull down his boxers, bit by bit as he lifts his hips up on instinct to help you remove them, then you slowly let him free of these hellish restrictions, and you make sure your hand doesn't touch his hard cock that flings up as you remove the boxers, watching the red angry tip leaking as he lets out a content sigh. Yet as free as he is at the moment, he needs more.

“y/n….god…please….”

He whines softly again as you rest your hand on his V-line, trailing those deep beautiful grooves as you hum idly and press your body against his. You continue moving your hand along the V-line before you lightly ghost his cock with the middle knuckle of your index finger, running it all the way from his tip to the base. 

Please what hm?

He lets out another whimper when you tease him again, trying to be good as he bites his lower lip to stop himself from flinching so much from how sensitive and needy he is, he nuzzles into your neck as he pleaded with a desperate tone, voice crackling at the end as he gulps in between words. 

“Please….fuck….please touch me….touch my cock…need to feel you please….”

You chuckle as you kiss his cheek and snake your hand down to hold the base of his cock, watching him buck his hip up to seek those sweet, sweet friction. Who are you to deny him when he begged so nicely?

Good boy~ 

you whisper back huskily as you wrap your hands around his length, he takes a sharp inhale and lets out a trembling moan as he slung his head back to the top of the couch, his hand holding your hips, to ground himself as you start moving your hands around his cock, sliding upwards as you wipe the precum of the tip, teasing the tip as you slowly pump your hand down and watch another string of precum leak and flow down his length, you run your thumb along that one prominent vein as you press on it slightly, the agonizing slow speed you’re doing makes Kyle gasp as he frown and grab your hips tighter,

“fuck, so good….hmm fuck your hands….ah…”, he lets out a loud moan lightly when you kiss his ear lobe, whispering sweet nothing as you attack his ear with your tongue, moaning and letting sloppy noises consume his head, you take this opportunity to reach out and interlace your finger with his other hand as well to overwhelm him in every sense.

He prays internally as he tries his best not to come right here right now, you just started stroking him but he already feels like he’s about to explode. He can’t help it when he can feel your hands, every crease of your finger swiping along his girth as you pump slowly again, god and your thumb? Whenever you use it to press down on him he swears his vision goes white for a moment.  

“Don't stop….” 

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a/n: yes yes I know yet another longer section for Gaz, I am, and forever will be biased towards our babygirl, YOU CAN'T STOP ME *runs*

[lucysarah-c]

Levi's horrible flirting skills part 4

Masterlist link to all the previous parts.

The corner of his lips was wet as saliva slid down to his chin. There was a lack of oxygen in his actions as his head felt cornered. His tongue ran flat against her folds, burying his face deeper as his tongue sneaked in and his nose rubbed against her clit messily. 

Both arms held her legs open as his chin knocked against the corners of his desk. He opened his mouth to take even more of her. 

“Ah-! Cap-” She timidly moaned his name while twitching against his face, spasming over the surface as her body reacted on its own under his actions. Levi had never fetishized the nurse uniform, but being buried between her legs with her skirt raised enough for him to hide his head under it while he ate her out was certainly a bonus. 

“Mhh-” he groaned against her clit as he sucked it directly, eyes closed as he enjoyed the sensation. Vibrations of his voice mixed with the electricity that ran down her spine each time he played with her pussy. 

“Cap- AH!” her back arched against the cold surface as he hit a particularly good spot with his fingers as they sneaked in. Her nails sank into the wood, perhaps leaving scratches on Levi’s polished surface, but he didn’t care. “Captain, that’s enough-” 

‘Enough? I’ve been waiting for this for months,’ Levi wished he could remain buried between her legs for hours, days in a row. Suck her dry and drink it all as the thirsty man he was. He just couldn’t get enough; she tasted divine, and he was starving. 

He could almost sob at how good it felt, frowning deeply as he had to suppress a moan as he slipped in. Groans reverberated in his throat as he began to thrust. He could feel it all, how wet she was, her walls twitching against his cock as if they tried to milk him dry. Her pants of air each time he bottomed out fogging the desk surface, the sound of skin against skin echoing in the office, her soft skin under his grip as he held her hips in place, her pulse against his fingertips as he softly squeezed her throat. 

A part of him told him that he was enjoying it way too much to finally have her under him, pinned on his desk, hearing her whimpers each time he went balls deep and the head of his cock hit her cervix. It was sinful how badly he wanted her, how much he adored her well-fucked face with plump red parted lips, half-lidded teary eyes, and messy locks falling into her face and sticking to it. 

“Ah- NHg- Ah!” her moans mixed with the wet sounds of their fucking as he bent down to rest his chest against her back and suck her shoulder blades, “I’m close! Don’t stop, don’t-!” 

“Fuck- I’m close too,” he grunted out but didn’t stop, his attention divided between keep hitting that place that made her legs shake and her walls press against his dick and not cumming inside her. 

But between her heavy pants, she let slip, “Don’t pull out.” 

It made him freeze momentarily, “Don’t pull out. Ah- Fill me up, fill me up, Captain,” she repeated while arching her back, pushing back to meet his thrust. 

“Holy fuck-” Levi grunted out, gripping her hair and pulling her head upwards as he panted against her ear. Who was he to go against her wishes? It’s not like he hadn’t been dreaming of this—dreaming of filling her up, claiming her as his, breeding her each spare second he got. And it was finally his chance, his chance to fulfil the idea he had since the very first time he laid eyes on her. 

“Ah- Fuck, tell me. Tell me how much you fucking want it,” he demanded. 

But she didn’t reply. The only thing he could feel was the wet sensation dripping down his chin, the lack of air, and the cold surface. Cold surface? 

Levi’s upper body snapped upward, sitting straight as his eyes tried to accommodate to the darkness of the room. His right hand moved to clean the saliva dripping from his chin, and his whole body felt the chills of the dropping temperatures in those early hours. Grimacing in confusion, he looked down at the report he had probably been working on before he fell asleep, now stained with his own saliva. 

Disappointment, embarrassment, and confusion mixed together in a groan as he rubbed his hair, trying to knock some wakefulness into his brain. “This is so humiliating,” Levi muttered, feeling uncomfortable either because sleeping in the uniform wasn’t the best sensation or because it felt particularly uncomfortable. “I’m getting too old for this shit.” 

He rose from his place at the desk and walked to the bathroom, defeated. “This morning can’t start worse.” 

Three knocks at the door proved him wrong. ‘Maybe if I ignore it, they will go away.’ 

“Captain?” a young voice pierced the silence of the early morning. “There are two cadets fighting in the barracks.” 

“Fuck me,” Levi whispered as he closed his eyes in resignation. 

Maybe it was because winter had come and they had suspended the expeditions outside the walls until the weather improved. No expeditions meant no wounded soldiers, and don’t get Levi wrong, it’s not that he wished for that. But those were his only excuses to pass by the hospital and see if he could catch a glimpse of her. And the last time they interacted... well, let’s say he wasn’t the smoothest. 

“You look tired as shit,” the words left his mouth before he could think of something better. 

“Oh, yeah, there’s been a lot of work because many people are getting the flu since the government only sent enough vaccines for the kids,” she said with heavy dark circles and a pale complexion. “Maybe I should put some concealer on-” 

“Tch, I didn’t mean that,” Levi feared his words being mistaken once again. 

“Maybe you should go, Captain. It’s not a good time to leave the countryside. What will the scouts do if you catch the flu?” 

Levi looked at her dead in the eyes, waiting, HOPING, she didn’t mean it. “I can’t get it,” he said, mostly disappointed. “I got the shot.” 

“Oh, you did! Well, lucky you,” she said enthusiastically. 

“You gave it to me.” 

The smile on her face slowly withdrew as she tried to recall, and when the memory finally clicked, the grin returned, this time with nervousness. “You’re right!” 

Levi felt as if he was staring into the abyss, as if all his sacrifice was in vain because she didn’t even recall it. “How did that go?” Y/N asked, perhaps trying to keep the conversation going as the soldier fell silent. 

“... Like shit,” Levi muttered, recalling he was ill for easily two days. 

She giggled nervously. “Well... look at the bright side. At least you won’t get the flu now!” 

Levi, defeated, simply said, “I never get the flu, actually. Before that, I couldn’t recall the last time I had a fever.” 

Levi cursed himself, ‘I should have just fucking lied.’ But his mood worsened when he realized he did all that, and she couldn’t even recall it. ‘Between me and the stupid cadets fighting in the barracks, there’s no difference.’ 

That thought carried special weight after that morning event that Levi preferred to forget. Even if they had no expeditions, the work was never-ending. It felt like everyone in the scouts needed him everywhere, all the time. Piles and piles of paperwork were waiting for him back at the office, and training in the freezing training grounds when he could feel his hair freezing wasn’t helping either. 

The weight of his body fell on his desk chair with a loud sigh. He slacked against the red chenille, his fingertips pressing against the bridge of his nose. Just when he thought some calmness and a nice warm tea to accompany his paperwork was all he had left, someone knocked timidly at the door. 

Levi clicked his tongue, “What?!” his angry voice pierced the room as he wasn’t in the mood to deal with anyone else. 

The door creaked open, and any attitude in Levi’s body disappeared as Y/N’s face appeared through. 

“Hi? Sorry, a soldier let me in.” 

‘Did I fall asleep again? What is she doing here, in my office?’ 

She took a step in while carrying something in her hands. “I just have to give you something before I go to talk to Erwin. I won’t bother you long,” her voice seemed quieter and her attitude more defensive than usual. “I’m sorry for interrupting.” 

Levi felt his heart sink, ‘No, no, I’m not angry at you. Shit, don’t be scared of me... I’ll never hurt you.’ 

“You’re not interrupting me,” was all he said curtly as he rose from his seat. “What are you doing here?” 

‘Nicer, NICER! Say it fucking nicer!’ 

“Oh, don’t worry. I didn’t come to waste your time,” she replied. 

‘See? She feels threatened!’ 

“I wanted to give you this,” she said, pushing the package into his hands. “It’s a ‘I’m sorry I made you get a fever, please forgive me’ cake.” 

Her arms placed the bag with what Levi assumed was a cake. He felt speechless. Luckily for Levi, as the night they met, Y/N didn’t have an issue doing the talking. 

“I was thinking, ‘What could I give him that he’d enjoy?’” she began to ramble. 

‘What could you give me? I got plenty of options... no no, focus you idiot, focus.’ 

“And then I thought, who doesn’t like cake?” 

‘... me... I don’t like cake.’ 

“So I made you my specialty! Upside-down caramel apple cake, very sweet, very caramelly to fight the winter.” 

There was a brief silence that was filled with her smiling back at him. “So... am I forgiven?” she insisted, with a subtle cheekiness as if it never crossed her mind that her apology idea wasn’t good. 

“... Ehm,” 

‘Whatever you do, motherfucker, DON’T tell her you don’t like sweet shit.’ 

“Yeah, thank you.” 

“Great!” She clapped her hands with enthusiasm and a big bright smile. 

‘See... it wasn’t that hard. I’ll just give it to any of the shitty brats I have as cadets and end of the deal-’ 

“Erwin told me he will receive me in a minute because he’s having a meeting. He told me I could come over and have tea with you. I’ll cut the cake for us.” 

‘Fuck-’ 

Red lights turned on in his mind as soon as she mentioned that. 

“I mean... if you don’t mind,” Y/N’s enthusiasm dropped quickly as she noticed his deep frown and conflicted expression. 

“No-” 

“I don’t want to get you in trouble with your girlfriend or something.” 

‘SHIT, she truly thinks I’m fucking taken! Now, let's just turn down that idea smoothly.’ 

“I don’t know who told you that shit, but I’m not taken.” 

“Oh-” His voice had come out more severe than he anticipated, and perhaps the permanent frown on his face didn’t help him seem more approachable. “Sorry... I didn’t mean to overstep.” 

“I’ll just pay Hange a visit then and wait there. Sorry for the inconvenience-” 

“No,” he quickly added, cutting her mid-sentence and sounding more like an order than anything else. She froze midway with wide open eyes, one hand holding the wrapped cake and the other scratching the back of her head. “I mean, no... stay. I already have the tea.” 

‘Like that, you fucking asshole, quieter.’ 

“You’re not... bothering me,” 

Four words he had been trying to say in half of all their interactions. 

She hummed in understanding. “Alright then.” 

Levi quickly left the cake on his desk and began to make space for them to have a moment. The nervousness in his movements made him ashamed. ‘I’m a grown-ass man, man up!’ 

The scarf and hat came off as she took off some of her outside clothes once settled in. Her curious eyes roamed around the place, catching little details. “Did you move in recently?” she asked, making Levi freeze as he was putting aside piles of paperwork. 

Frowning heavily, “No,” he said, confused about what made her arrive at that conclusion. 

“Oh, you’re into minimalism then! I like it.” 

‘That’s what nice people with way better social skills than mine say when they’re not trying to say that your place feels like you’ve been evicted.’ 

He pressed his lips together. Once the desk had been cleared of work, he moved to the tea set he had originally made for himself and began to prepare a cup. 

“Could mine be with two sugar cubes or honey, please?” she said while taking a seat in front of his desk. “Cream too, please.” 

Levi stopped midway and looked down at what he was brewing. The idea of something more than strong black tea had never crossed his mind. That’s when he realized that when Erwin had people over for meetings, he always had options, something Levi probably hardly ever considered because he didn’t like people, so he hardly ever invited someone over. 

No panic, he was a soldier; soldiers act under pressure. “Sure,” he replied, and before she could add anything else, Levi walked to the door and did a fast-paced walk to the higher-ups' kitchen, opened a cabinet that obviously had “Erwin’s” tag on it, and took what he needed. If the blond had any particular issue with it, he could always blame Hange. It wouldn’t be the first time the brunette stole food from him, and it wouldn’t be the last. 

Back inside, two cups were between them, face to face, with one piece of cake for each. 

“The countryside is very nice, isn’t it,” she mentioned casually, making some small talk to which Levi only nodded in agreement before taking another sip of his tea. “Did you like the cake?” 

He almost choked, her dreamy eyes haunting him, expectant. His hand grabbed the fork and cut a small piece. 

‘We used to eat moldy bread in the underground, let’s not be a pussy and eat this. You bite, you swallow, and then you pretend you enjoy it.’ 

And he did exactly that, despite his dislike for the heavily sweet taste. “Not bad,” he muttered, hoping it was the end of it. 

“I’m so happy you like it.” 

Ah, her beautiful smile with the setting winter’s sun coming through the window and landing on her face. Absolutely worth it. 

Thankfully for him, she was cheerful and he didn’t have to do much. She began to tell him that she was doing some apprenticeships to be a midwife, so she volunteered to help with some births around the area. That’s why she traveled. She was studying heavily, and she had two roommates aside from her babies. Everything went smoothly until- 

“Your desk is very nice, Captain.” 

The tea almost made it to his nose as he choked on it. Bad... bad combination of words considering what he had just dreamed of her a couple of hours ago. 

“Very sturdy,” she mentioned as she ran one hand over the wood. “It’s very nice quality.” 

‘Holy shit...’ Levi’s rational side, and not the one who behaved like a horny teenage boy, insisted she was just trying to make him feel included in the conversation, giving him a chance to talk about himself more. 

“You polish it frequently, don’t you?” 

‘I’d gladly polish it with you on top- No, God... don’t give me such hard battles.’ 

“Yes,” was all he said as he put all his self-control into not recalling the mental images his own brain created about her spread out on top of it. 

Her rhythmic tapping against the surface made him even more nervous. He could perceive her uneasiness. ‘What are you thinking? Please be me...’ 

“So, um...” she cleared her throat and her cheeks tinted. Levi felt as if all the warning signs in his body turned on as if his Ackerman powers got ready for an attack. “I... I hope I’m not overstepping.” 

‘Oh no... oh no.’ 

“But since you mentioned you don’t have a special someone in your life right now...” 

‘Oh YES! Yes! That’s more like it.’ His stoic expression gave nothing away, but his back straightened up immediately, readying himself for what he felt was coming. 

“Mh, you see... I don’t know you that well.” Levi felt as if each word drew him closer to his goal but farther away at the same time, like an optical illusion in the desert. “But, I mean, I don’t lose anything by trying.” 

‘Just kiss me or kill me already, for fuck’s sake.’ 

“One of my friends would very much appreciate it if you gave her a chance.” 

‘... and she chose to kill me. Great. Next time, point to my head so it doesn’t hurt so fucking much.’ 

“I’m... not interested, nothing to do with your friend,” he muttered. The words left his lips with a resignation hard to explain but easy to feel. 

‘Come on... let’s fucking admit it, she’s asking me on behalf of a friend. Which, by the way, is something that Erwin couldn’t fucking do. She’s simply not into me, that’s all. Let’s buckle up, be a man, and understand when it’s time to take a step back.’ 

“So, that’s all?” Hange asked with their mouth full. “She came all the way here, gave you a cake, and you just let her go... like that?” 

“What the fuck did you expect me to do, kidnap her?” Levi answered as he admired his friend eating the entire cake that was meant for him. 

“No! But you could have said, ‘I’m not interested in your friend because I’m interested in you!’” 

“If she’s asking on behalf of a friend, it’s because she’s not interested,” Levi argued back as if his conclusion was obvious. 

“She’s not interested because you’ve been acting like a pussy!” Hange shouted back with their mouth still full. 

“Oi...” Levi complained as if the accusation had felt personal. 

“You know what you should do? Go there, wait outside Erwin’s office so when they are done, you can offer to walk her to take the ferry back to the Capital. Actively show her that you’re interested.” 

Levi grimaced uneasily. “Why would a girl want some random dude like me to walk her anywhere? I'm as much of a danger as any other fucker out there.” 

“’CAUSE, you’re Erwin’s friend. She already considers you a nice person by association. Walk her, spend time with her, FUCKING TALK TO HER.” 

For the first time in their friendship, it seemed like Hange was the one losing their patience and not him. Levi just clicked his tongue, but the brunette wasn’t done. “You better go and do it...” 

“Or else?” 

“Or else, I’m going to ask her on behalf of a friend. And I’m not Erwin... I won’t smoothly wonder if maybe she’s interested. No, no, I’ll show up there and say, ‘Hey, my friend is getting callouses on his hand from jerking off thinking of you. Would you consider getting your guts rearranged by humanity’s strongest soldier? Thank you.’” 

Levi felt the colour drain from his face and his soul. The death glare was quick to appear. “You wouldn't fucking dare.” 

Hange’s Cheshire smile crept onto their features. Was Levi considering that his day was going to end with him chasing Hange down the corridors and tackling them to the floor before they managed to open Erwin’s office? OBVIOUSLY not. 

“Stop resisting, four eyes!” Levi tried to keep them in place. One of his hands was covering their mouth as his body did everything he could to drag them back to their office. 

“Are you alright?” Her voice brought both back to reality as she looked at them extremely confused, one eyebrow raised and a deep frown. Erwin, who was behind her, covered his face in second-hand embarrassment. 

“No-” Once he dropped his guard, Hange licked Levi’s hand as a secret weapon that made the short man’s clean freak instincts kick in, withdrawing it in disgust. 

Shaking his hand in the air to get the saliva off, Hange took the moment he was busy to say, “Y/N, sweetie, I was wondering if I could ask you a question. You see-” 

“I’ll walk you!” 

There was dead silence reigning in the place, but with mixed reactions. Erwin tried to dissociate from the situation as it felt absurdly childish. Y/N was simply not getting whatever was going on. Hange couldn’t hold back a prideful, sassy smirk as they got what they wanted. And Levi? Levi felt he was boiling in his own embarrassment. 

“Tch, I mean. You capital people are so stupidly carefree, it’s too late. I’ll walk you to the station,” Levi smoothed the situation out. However, deep down he wanted to hide himself in a tiny, dark, humid place and never leave. 

“Aw, that’s so nice of you! If it’s not much of a bother, I’ll feel safer with you around. It gets darker earlier at this time of year. Thank you,” She smiled, she blushed, she thanked him, and more importantly, she ignored all his degradating assumptions. 

‘Wait... it was this easy all this time?’ 

Levi did turn around to give Hange a deadly stare and a silent warning of ‘you’ve no idea what I’ll do when I return,’ as he walked down the halls side by side with Y/N. However, they only smiled brightly while raising both thumbs up, cheering him on. 

“What the hell did you tell him?” Erwin asked. 

Hange scoffed proudly and declared, “You can question my methods but not my results.”

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[idyllcy]

your good boy

word count: 2.7k

warnings: smut, nsfw, switch!Grim, name spoilers

summary: he just looks so good in red ropes.

“Hey, Casp.” You hum, staring at the red rope in your hand. “Have you ever been tied up?”

“Sunshine, I haven’t even had sex before meeting you.” Casper looks back at you, raising a brow.

“Can I tie you up?” 

He meets eyes with you, eyes trailing to the rope in your hand.

“...what about dinner.”

“What do you mean?” You grin, fingers trailing down his chest. “dinner’s right here .”

He swallows slowly as you press your chest to his, lips curled into a smile. 

“Let me turn off the stove, please.”

“Of course.” You hum.

Casper shifts against the red on his skin as you tug on the rope, sliding your fingers underneath to make sure it isn’t bruising. While you wouldn’t be against seeing his skin bloom with red because of the rope, you’d much rather have your mouth be the one to bruise him. The rope secures around the reaper snugly as you brush your thumb over his shoulder, lips curling upward at the sight of his skin flushed.

“Don’t you think you look pretty, Casp?” You coo, leaning to press a kiss to his temple as he whimpers.

“Yeah…” He whispers. “Do you think I’m pretty?”

“The prettiest.” You smile. “Color?”

“Green.” He whispers, tilting his head for you as you kiss him. His eyes go half-lidded as you hold his face, and he parts his lips to let you do whatever, a whimper in his throat as one of your hands slides down to his chest, thumb brushing his nipple as he jolts. He strains against the rope on his skin, eyes wide he stares up at you, biting his bottom lip to hold back a whimper.

“You can be vocal.” You mumble. “I like listening to you.”

Casper’s breath hitches as you press your lips to his neck, a silent beg slipping past his lips as you bite down on his collarbone, sucking gently until the familiar red shows up, and you smile at the flush on his skin. He whimpers when your teeth graze over his pulse point, eyes teary as he blinks at you, cock hard on his chest as you catch the precum form a bead on his tip, and you move your hand down his chest, tugging at the ropes slightly as your thumb brushes over the tip, sliding the precum down his length. 

Casper whimpers, straining against the rope against his skin.

“M-more,” He gasps. “Please. I want more.”

“You want more?” You raise a brow at him. “More?”

He nods feverishly. “Please? I’m… your good boy, right?”

“Right.” You hum. “You’re doing a great job.” You whisper. “Just hold on, alright?”

Casper nods, muscles flexing under the rope as you open your mouth. “Open up, pretty boy.” 

Casper listens, opening his mouth as you let the spit on your tongue roll into his.

“Now swallow.”

He complies, swallowing and showing you his tongue.

“And one more for…” The fluid is warm on your palm as you spit onto it, pressing your lips to Casper’s when your hand slides down his cock, causing his breath to hitch. Yet, he stays still as your hand moves up and down his length, his breath on your skin as you press your chest to his face. He nuzzles into your chest as you slide your hand up and down slowly, squeezing slightly at the base. Casper’s breath grows ragged as he whines about being close.

“P-please, sunshine, please.” He gasps in broken breaths. “Please let me cum. Please. Please. Pl— ”

You slow down, shushing Casper as he whines about losing the feeling of his orgasm. You lower yourself to latch your lips to his chest and suck as he chokes, curling forward as your hand continues slower than before. 

“Sunshine, please.” He whimpers. “wanna cum.”

“Beg for it, Casp.” You mumble. “Come on. You’re such a good boy, right?”

“please let me cum.” He whines. “Please, sunshine. I’ll be your good boy, please? I’m begging you. Sunshine, please.”

“Mm, maybe harder.” You mumble, speeding up again as he whines. “You can do that, right?”

“Sunshine, sunshine, sunshine , please, please please let me cum. I’ve been so good, right? I’ve listened and swallowed and obeyed. Please?” He gasps, mind going blank as the coil in his stomach tightens, his release just so close. “I’m your good boy. Please, I’ve been waiting for you to come home all day just so you could touch me. please , let me cum. Please?”

You stop altogether as he cries, straining against the rope as he tries to chase after your touch.

“Sunshine —”

“Shh,” You mumble. “Wouldn’t you much rather have my mouth than my hands? You’re such a good boy, right? Good boys deserve the best?”

Casper nods feverishly, moaning as you kiss the tip of his cock gently, lips curling into a smile as you move to bite his thigh, sucking as you latch your mouth to his pale skin, biting and leaving a mark, pulling back only when you’re sure it’ll stay, and you blink up at Casper, lashes thick and full, blinking innocently with a smile on your lips. 

“Sunshine, please touch me.” He whimpers.

“What do you mean, Casper? I am touching you.” You drum your fingers against his thigh as  he pouts.

“Please touch my…” His face grows impossibly red as it spreads to his ears, and he whimpers. “...cock” 

“What was that, pretty boy?”

“Please touch my cock and make me cum.” He cries, tears in the corner of his eyes as he looks to the side, embarrassed. 

You click your tongue. “Naughty boy.” You laugh, staring up at him as you give him a lick from the base to the tip. “Saying such dirty words.”

Casper throws his head back with a groan and whimper as you finally use your mouth, sucking on him as his muscles flex around the red on his skin. He gasps, breathing speeding up as he feels his orgasm climb up his spine again, and he’s so close, he’s almost there . He cries your name as he finally feels himself reach his orgasm. God, he’s so close.

“Sunshine, right, yes, please, hng — please please please please please plea—”

You stop all at once, pulling off of him with your mouth open and tongue out, batting your lashes at him innocently, and something snaps inside of him. He fights against the rope as his shoulders break free, and the rope around his arm loosens, and you stare at him as he sits up, hands flying to your waist as he forces you down on the mattress, 

“Open up, sunshine.” Casper mumbles, thumb on your bottom lip as he holds you down.

You comply, opening your mouth and sticking your tongue out. 

“I am simply returning the favor.” Casper whispers, holding your jaw open as his spit slides off his tongue into yours. “There you go. You have it back now, sunshine. Be a good girl and take what I give you, alright? I took everything you gave me earlier, right? I’m your good boy? Right?”

You nod as he brushes his thumb over your clit, squirming as he slides it down between your folds, blinking twice when he notices how wet you are. 

“You had that much fun edging me?” Casper feigns a frown, sliding a finger into you as you gasp, squirming. His palm holds you down as he curls the finger, and your nails dig into the bedding as he slides a second one into you with ease, with a lewd squelch . You try and hide your face in embarrassment but he reaches for your wrists, holding them down as he continues fingering you, lips curled into a ghost of a smirk as you bite your lip down to try not to moan. “Come on, sunshine. You sound gorgeous when you’re being vocal. How come you get to hear me whimper when I do not get to hear you?”

You stare down at him, teary-eyed as he presses into a particular spot in you, and you gasp, letting go of your bottom lip.

“That sounds much better, sunshine.” He hums, thumb brushing your clit as that causes you to clench around him, walls fluttering around his fingers as you gush and make a mess around his fingers. 

Your chest heaves as you try to catch your breath, teary-eyed as Casper pulls his fingers out to lick your cum off his fingers. He maintains eye contact with you, making a show of it as you stare at him licking his fingers, tongue stuck out just for you. You swallow slowly, mind spinning as you feel your body heat up almost instantly. You swear you can feel yourself salivating too.

“Sunshineeee…” Casper drawls, hands sliding up your thighs to hook your ankle over his shoulder. He leans into your ankle, turning his head to kiss it gently, eyes still resting on your body, up your stomach, around your chest, to your lips… and finally to your eyes with a smirk. He presses another kiss to your ankle as you feel your heart race in your chest and your skin floods with warmth— as if you hadn’t been hot already. “I hope you listen well… sunshine.”

You yelp as he bottoms out in you instantly, eyes wide as your hands scramble to push against his chest. He’s too big dammit. You lean forward as you try and adjust to his size, pussy quivering from the stretch, refusing to stare down at the way he bulges in your skin. You reach down to push him away, but he pays no mind as your nails graze his abs, leaning in further to force your legs to your shoulders as his breath mingles with yours, a smile on his face at your tear-stained lashes, and you bat your lashes at him, a pout on your lips as he gives you a second to adjust to his size. You whimper out an affirmative for him to move, and he leans back, holds your legs with an arm, and hammers into you as you yell, eyes wide as your breathing hastens and you feel your breath catch in your throat. Casper’s name comes out in broken increments as you feel your first orgasm crash through your body, your pussy fluttering around Casper’s cock as he doesn’t show any signs of stopping.

“Ca- casper.” You gasp, nails digging into his shoulders. “S-slow down.”

“Sorry, sunshine.” He mumbles, speeding up instead. “Need… to cum…”

You choke as he cuts you off with a particularly rough slam of his hips, tears in the corner of your eyes as you squirm underneath his body, whining and whimpering with each roll of his hips, sensitive from the way his cock grazes your insides. You throw your head back as he presses into a particularly sensitive part of your insides, making you choke as you feel tears roll down the sides of your eyes. Casper reaches to wipe it, letting your ankles rest on his shoulders again as he leans forward to force your knees to your shoulders, arms supporting himself on both sides of you as he groans at the way you gush around him again. You cry as he continues, and you moan as you feel him pulse in you, signaling that he was close.

He leans his body weight on you as he cums in you, your eyes wide as you feel his warmth spread in you, and you wonder for a second if he’s done for good this time. Yet, as soon as he finishes, you gasp from oversensitivity as he starts thrusting again, making you yelp.

“Casper!”

“One more.” He whimpers. “One more, please, sunshine. You have one more for me, right? Just one more. I’m not—” he grunts, “done. Please, sunshine.”

You don’t get to complain when he’s so desperate, practically panting and drooling all over you as your nails scratch down his back, red streaks on his skin as he continues thrusting into you, tears in the corner of both of your eyes as you flutter around him with another orgasm, squirting from your oversensitivity as he pauses to stare at the way you stain his abs and thighs, and his eyes sharpen as he picks up speed again.

“One more.” He begs. “Please, sunshine. I need to see you do that again. Just one more.”

You don’t have the strength to answer anymore, only whimpering in response.

He moves a hand to brush your clit as you clench around him in embarrassment, warmth all over your chest as you feel his cum and yours mix in you and slide out with each time he thrusts into you. You try and ignore the way it makes a lewd squish each time he slides into you, and you gasp and claw at his shoulders as you feel another orgasm building up, gushing around him as you cry and dig into his shoulders, nails drawing blood as he cums in you again, white mixing with yours as he slumps onto you, catching his breath as he waits for his heartbeat to return to normal. 

He nuzzles into your chest, brushing his lips over your nipples with gentle affection as he listens to your heartbeat. He blinks slowly, getting up as you catch your breath.

“So much for tying you up.” You grumble.

“Sorry… sunshine.” He mumbles. “I’ll let you tie me up another time.”

“It’s okay.” You sit up slowly, thanking Casper as he hands you a glass of water. “You too, pretty boy. Come on, Casp.”

He takes the glass from you when you finish drinking, and the two of you pause at the bruises on your hips and the hickey on his neck. 

“Bath?”

“Shower.” Casper grimaces. “Shower, for sure.”

You nod. “Can I wash you?”

“Of course.” He whispers. “Can I wash you?”

“Always, Caspy.” You hum, taking his hand as you try to stand. You stumble, legs sore as he catches you, and the two of you stare into each other’s eyes before bursting into laughter. 

“I’ll carry you,” He holds his arms out for you as you let him hold you, and your legs squish together, a mix of cum and sweat, and the two of you start the shower.

“Are you doing to do your skincare?” You hold your hand out under the shower. 

“Yeah.” He steps under the shower first, motioning for you to join. “Will you watch?”

“Will you put the products on for me?” You tilt your head.

“We have different skin types.”

“Right.” You pout. “I’ll watch, then.”

Casper has you turn around first, fingers sliding down your skin as he scrubs the sweat from your skin, fingers smooth against your flesh as he wipes you down.

“You gonna slide your fingers back into me, pretty boy?” You wiggle your brows with a grin. 

“To clean you.” He pouts, jutting out his bottom lip. “Don’t forget to pee to avoid the UTI.”

“You’re so sweet.” You hum as he slides his fingers up your thigh to brush the soap on. “My sweetheart.”

He smiles in response to the name, rinsing you off. 

“My turn, pretty boy.” You hum, reaching for his body soap. “Turn around, please?”

You wash Casper off with ease, lips curled into a smile as he hums in satisfaction when your nails graze his skin. He leans his head back to rinse the shampoo from his hair, and you cheer. You sit on the counter as he does his skincare routine, humming happily as he kisses you between steps, explaining to you again what each product did. Then, Casper helps you dry your hair, spraying on a heat protectant before blow drying it, and you help him hold the hairdryer as he dries his own hair. You reach for a strand and press a kiss to the tip, lips curled into a teasing smile.

He shakes his head at you in harmless embarrassment.

Then, the two of you head to bed, your arm under his neck as you snuggle into him, eyes closed and pressing a lazy kiss to his forehead. 

“Sleep well, Casper.”

“You too, sunshine.”

[cherriette]

how they're like in bed ! [kuni/wanderer/scara]

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~ cherry cherry~

featuring . . . . : K♡NIKUZUSHI (kabukimono) + W★NDERER + SC★RAMOUCHE + afab!reader (separately | headcanons)

NOTE ::: SMUT WRITTEN BELOW THE CUT : do not read if you do not like smut, obviously. 💗 this is my first time but i did my best to make it like all the good smut i've read :(

choking, degradation, impact play, begging, hair-pulling, oral (giving and receiving), marking, overstimulation .... etc.

NOT proofread. sorry. 😔

idc who interacts just make sure you're not on my dni list 🙏🏻😒

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 ~ cherry cherry~

♡ Starting off with KUNIKUZUSHI who can be gentle; but prefers to go whichever pace you like. He's on the more vocal side (and this I strongly stand by), whimpering out your name regardless of how fast or slow, rough or gentle, etc. he's thrusting into you.

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who whimpers and mewls into your ear; muttering about how good you're making him feel, how nicely you feel around him.

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who just loves how you suck him off, the way your tongue swirls around his hardened, aching cock, or how you look up at him teary-eyed from all the times you've gagged on him. Might just get ahead of himself, and grab your hair to practically mouth-fuck you; whining out your name so loudly, and little 'yeah~'s and 'don't stop~'s. ♡♡♡

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who, honestly, would be on the needier side -- in a way, just a sub? For the most part, really (but, not a bottom, necessarily)..? Yes, he wants you to feel good; but god, he just loves how you make him feel good; wanting more and more because he can't get enough of you 💗

♡ KUNIKUZUSHI who just loves eating you out. Licking your clit, before moving back down to your drenched folds. He just can't have enough of how good you taste --- and your moans on top of that? Relishing each and every one of them.

. . .

♡ Honestly; I imagine he likes any position where he can see your face, and otherwise just likes when you're on top of him. Seeing how your lips part to let out those pretty noises, and how your eyes roll back when he fucks you in all the right places. Getting so lost in pleasure as he ruts into you, holding your waist or hips --- or whatever part of your body he can, really, and his own eyes half-lidded and glazed over with pure lust. Slurred out words from him because he's just so drunk off your little pussy.

Burying his face into your chest (or the crook of your neck depending on the height difference..?) as he stuffs you with his throbbing cock, kissing along your pretty skin already abused and adorned by his hickeys and love bites.

Lasts pretty long, too; but, of course, will stop if you want to stop before he gets tired. He wants to make sure he's helping his dearest love feel good and is enjoying it, after all.💗

♡ Makes sure to do aftercare ; cleaning you up, cleaning up whatever mess you made - and cuddling you with kisses and making sure to get you whatever you need. Telling you how happy you make him, how much he loves you; making sure he wasn't being too much for you and that you're not hurt, etc. <3

★ Leading up to SCARAMOUCHE who, unsurprisingly, is much more rough and merciless when he fucks you. Cock plunging into your poor abused cunt, still leaking his seed from the previous rounds; and your ass red from all the good, hard slaps he left there while pounding into you. Don't forget the hair-pulling, or how he groans out how good your pussy feels 'round him, how much of a dirty little slut you are for him; or how nicely you're taking is fat cock — bound to cum inside you for the nth time at this rate.

★ SCARAMOUCHE, who just loves when you're a mess for him. Drool trickling down your chin and glossing your pouting lips, eyes glistening with tears as they're half-lidded, your hair a mess (even more so from all the times he's grabbed and pulled it), and your pretty little pussy red from how hard he beat it with his dick ~💗 It almost makes him want to keep going, just ruin you a little more because fuck. <3

★ SCARAMOUCHE who will keep going 'till he absolutely overstimulates and ruins you. All that leaves your lips are incoherent moaning and poor attempts at forming any word from how much he fucked himself into you (and he's still going <3). He's sorry (he's not), he can't help it when you're being so good for him 💗💗

★ SCARAMOUCHE who has you sit on his face when he eats you out. Sometimes a 6-9, or straight-up just has you spread out all for him to have. Lapping at your clit and pussy lips, taking in your taste and all your moans. Holding you by your hips, or hugging your waist; and you can't even crawl away because he'll hold you still until he's finished with you. If he feels like it, he'll let you cum right away rather than edging and teasing you ~ but, realistically speaking, he just loves doing the latter so here's to silently hoping. ♡

★ Full-on dom, let's be honest. And he loves being the one in control; having you beg for him to fuck you senseless already, let you cum, etc. --- degrading and slapping your ass on top of that? If you're into it, he may just also choke you, slap you; maybe do a little bondage depending? Those are just 'if's on my end, though. </3 He looks like it, honestly..?

★ Loves to take his frustration out on you, too. After work, a shitty day ~ maybe something just pissed him off and he just wants to bury his dick into you to relieve it. 💗💗💗 He'll fuck you in any place and position he feels like. Bent over his desk, against the wall, cockwarming him in the middle of a meeting; whatever other wild places come to mind. You'll be leaving covered in bruises all over, hand prints on your ass, and shaking legs - with a potential inability to independently walk.

Oh, and don't ever think for a moment you can try take control; he'll just hold you down and fuck you even harder 'till you get it in that pretty head that your only job is to take all of him until one or both of you really just can't go on any longer. <3

★ And when he's done with you, he'll make sure to clean you up if he's in the mood for it. Maybe he will, maybe he'll just lazily flop beside you and go to sleep [if you're in such a place]. In the case he does do aftercare, it's not too different from Kunikuzushi; just he won't be as all over you as Kuni would.

★ And finishing off with WANDERER, who I imagine is almost as rough as Scaramouche. Like, of course he'll fuck the shit out of you and degrade you ~ making sure you're sore and overstimulated by the time he's finished with you. He just can't help but get off from your hands desperately grab onto anything you can while he slams his hips into you, relishing all the little noises you let out for him.

★ WANDERER, who just wants to hold you down and bury his cock into you, muttering a balance of praises and degradation into your ear, carelessly ramming into your tired cunt regardless of whether you're currently overstimmed and unable to form a single word.

★ WANDERER who makes sure to leave his mark on you. Your neck, collarbone, thighs, where-ever else. By his teeth or harsh grip on you, he will leave something (multiple, more accurately). All the more to prove that you belong to someone; him.

★ WANDERER whose back is more or less likely filled with scratches from your own nails. He's just being so rough with you and you can't help it 💗 :(

★ WANDERER who prefers to be the one on top and in control, spreading your legs and just putting you in any position he likes. Holding your hips or thighs so tightly that his nails leave little crescent-shapes and bruises by the end of it.

★ He of course wants to make sure you feel good, letting you tell him how you want it — but, unless you really don't want it, nothing still stops him from fucking your brains out while all you can do is just scream out of pleasure. I imagine he likes taking it from behind; holding your wrists together on your back and pumping into you - or maybe burying your face into the pillow/whatever surface?

★ Also kind of likes you being on top of him 😕🙏🏻 Seeing the way you bounce on him just turns him on so much, even more so when he's the one shoving you onto him and forcing those sweet moans out of you.

★ Cuddles you after it, telling you how you did so well, kissing along your neck and holding you close to him.

ᶻ 𝗓 𐰁 #cherriete

AAAHHH 😖 not too proud of this one but i've been thinking ab (*overly obsessing over) scaramouche and this was the only thing i could manage to write.

[starniolosposts]

invite (2)

part one, part two

pairing: chris sturniolo x reader

summary: the popular frat boy, chris sturniolo, unexpectedly invites you, the shy and quiet girl, to his frat party.

warnings: smut, i have a thing for chris’ fingers, fingering, very very slight overstimulation, chris being sweet but dirty

notes: why is he a little subby at the end, i dont know? i like the thought of chris letting the girl he’s obsessed with do anything to him even if he likes to be dominant (im going feral rn)

yes, there will be part three

your pussy clenched as his lips suddenly grazed your ear and he lowly whispered, “do you want my fingers, y/n?”

you whine shamelessly and nod, too worked up from a simple whisper and some light touching.

“yeah? then beg.”

your face flushed and you gulped. “b-beg?”

chris hummed and leaned back to lock eyes with you. “beg or you wont get anything.” he demanded, his eyes dark.

your chest heaved with small pants, not expecting chris to be so dominant and commanding, but it stirred something in your stomach. “…please, chris. i-i want your fingers.” you were desperate at this point and beyond feeling shy, his fingertips leaving a trail of fire and goosebumps on your skin.

chris cursed under his breath and nodded, “good job, sweetheart. if at anytime you want to stop, just say red, okay? ill stop immediately.”

you nod in agreement, and then suddenly your back arches off the wall as his fingers make contact with your sensitive clit. your mouth is agape with silent pleasure, eyebrows furrowed at the new and blazing feeling of someone else’s fingers on your pussy (especially chris’).

chris bites his bottom lip as his eyes stay on your expression, loving the way you crumble beneath his touch. he notices the way your thighs encage around his hand and the way your legs tremble and struggle to hold you up. “you’re so sensitive, baby.” he murmurs, barely moving his fingers in small circles on your clit and your folding over, whimpering.

your head comes to rest onto his chest, your hands that were around his neck are now buried in his hair and fisting it tightly. chris’ free arm now holds onto your waist, keeping you somewhat stable since your legs felt like jelly.

“how does it feel, sweetheart?” chris asks softly, putting slightly more pressure. you can only moan softly into his chest.

“look at me, y/n.”

you slowly lean your head back to stare up at him, flushed and dazed. “feels so good, chris. please don’t stop.” you whisper, the thrumming pleasure in your veins is causing your mind to blank. all you can think about is chris.

chris groans at the look on your face, your flushed cheeks, teary and half lidded eyes, glistening lips. “fuck, you making me go fucking crazy.” he mutters, his fingers circling your clit faster. he feels your thighs clench, your body tightening, and he watches your face scrunch in pure pleasure.

“come on my fingers, baby. i need it, please.” chris whispers into your ear, and hearing him plead for something so dirty…

the blazing coil in your stomach tightens at his words and when it snaps, your whole body tremors. shockwaves roll over your body, your pussy tightening around nothing and dripping down into your lace panties. “f-fuck…”

chris holds you up by your waist, his fingers slowing down but not stopping. “so good for me, baby. dripping on my fingers.” he bites his lip as he feels you dripping and pulsing. pride and desire pool in his stomach knowing he made you like this.

you whine as his fingers don’t stop on your throbbing clit, “c-chris! too much.. i can’t!” your hips jerk away from him.

chris chuckles and slips his hand out of your panties, giving you mercy this time. he leans and brushes his lips against yours with a small smile, and your breath hitches. it would be your first kiss…

“you did so good, y/n. take some deep breaths.” chris orders softly, leaning back and brushing your hair out of your face.

you realize your panting and nod, taking some deep breathes as he said. your heart rate slows and the haze of pleasure slowly lifts. your face turns beet red as you realize what just happened.

chris smirks as he sees your embarrassment. he thinks its cute your still getting embarrassed when he just had his hand between your legs. “why are you getting all shy and embarrassed now?” he asks, amused.

you turn your head away and avoid his eyes. “because… i don’t know. this is the first time i’ve done anything and i don’t know what to do after.. that.” you ramble, feeling very stupid. you glance at him and it makes you feel better that he’s smiling cheekily at you.

chris shakes his head and brings you closer by your waist. “don’t worry about it. we can stop here.”

you bite the inside of your cheek. “are you sure? we can continue. i feel bad.” you admit.

chris raises an eyebrow, “i’m sure. i don’t want you to push yourself to fuck me just because you feel bad.” he teases.

you blush and frantically shake tour head, “i-i didn’t mean it like that! i just… want you to feel good too.” your hands are resting on his chest as you look up at him.

chris bites back a groan, twitching in his pants just from the way you look up at him with those eyes.

he can imagine the way your eyes would water, your plump and wet lips around him, your throat tightening around his cock perfectly. he shakes his head to get that thought out, “i know you didn’t mean it like that. and i’m.. i’m fine.” he grits out, even though he’s so painfully hard in his jeans. he continues, “next time you can do whatever you want with me.”

you shyly smile, “anything?”

“mhm, yeah. anything.” he gulps, wanting to know what you were thinking of doing to him.

“okay, next time.” you lick your lips.

chris nods and glances at your lips. “can i kiss you, please? i cant wait any longer.”

you laugh and nod nervously, “yeah.”

chris leans in and plants his lips on yours, and you moan quietly at the feeling. his lips are soft and slow, helping you catch on to what to do. you tilt your head opposite ways and chris opens his mouth, so you do the same.

fuck, you think you found your new favorite thing to do. kiss chris. well, and to have his hand between your legs.

i don’t know why i didn’t have you fuck in this one

but im going to make a part 3 of this, with just smut of you becoming a little more bold and taking what you want from chris ;) (y’all will fuck i promise 🫡)

@junnniiieee07

[scruus]

afab childe crying just by looking at the bulge on his stomach as you thoroughly fuck him shsjshj

poor harbinger sobs when you pump his womb full of cum for the nth time of the night, and he can't help but watch as your fluid trails out of his cunt, down his thighs and down on the floor...

going crazy

I had to write an entire fic for this. Its too good.

YOU ALL ARE MAKING ME LOSE SLEEP ON THIS OH GOD. Minors istg DNI or ill bite your head off.

★̶̲ [ 𝐰𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐤 𝐦𝐞 ]

✎ sub afab childe + dom amab reader notes: rough filthy sex; mirror sex; creampie; cum inflation(?); overstimulation; childe being a masochistic son of a bitch(hinted). THIS IS PLAIN FILTHY JUST GHHH STOP I CANT BE SO HORNY ANYMORE

Childe groans when he sees his gaping cunt take you in so well. His teary eyes are half lidded as you try to make him look in the mirror. Make him look at how your dick makes a bulge everytime you move in and out. “S-stop uughh”, he groans out.

You hook his legs apart, him seated on your dick, because his legs have barely the ability to do anything voluntarily. He feels so small in front of you. With the way you are gripping his face and spreading his gummy cum filled cunt apart, it makes him shudder.

“See baby, i think one more dick could easily fit inside you”, you whisper against his ears as you rock your hips again, making that cock of yours reach so deep he could never imagine it was possible. “If i had two dicks….imagine how pretty your belly would look?”, childe moans loudly at the thought, nails digging in your arms. You have made him absolutely pathetic.

You smack your hand against his clit making him jolt, a striking pain going up his pussy. He smiles deliriously, taking in that pain like a good painslut.

Pushing him down, you hold his waist tightly so that there is ease in sliding in him and fucking that cunt senselessly. Childe tries to look up with his dazed eyes and stares at the mirror in front of you both. He can see his back arched like a cat, and your devilish grin while you grope his bruised ass.

Childe screams as you start pounding into him again, the cum acting as a lube and making it easier for your huge dick to move in and out. You groan feeling his cushy fat lips enveloping your dick and his warm cum filled insides pulsing around it. Its the best feeling in the word.

“Oough-n-no s’rough nghh”, he claws on the bedsheets which were stained with his tears and cum. His sobs only further fuelling your desire while you trail kisses down his spine.

His pussy hurts so bad, his clit is all puffy and numb, evident of your abuse on it, yet he still cant be fulfilled. He wants it to hurt like hell. He wants his womb to be filled to the brink, wants you to impregnate him so that all your attention is on him.

Then he wouldn’t need to act like a brat or an attention whore every single minute of the day.

You take both of his arms and pin it to his back, trying to drill into him using them as a leverage. You moan out seeing how his red, scarred ass shakes up and down everytime you slap your hips against his like a feral animal.

Taking your dick all out and then plunging it all in in every thrust, he chokes out whorish cries. You were splitting him open mercilessly and he could just moan and take your entire cock in like a fucking cocksleeve.

Guttural moans and whimpers can be heard from childe as his entire body is being treated like a ragdoll. “Ah fuck my pretty cumslut is being so good today”, you laugh out knowing he loves being called that.

His wrist is now bruising because of your tight grip on them, just like his hips and the rest of his body. Your tip is kissing his womb, balls slapping against his wet sopping cunt.

Pearls of slick dripping down his thighs, as you see your cock disappear in him and appear again. His hips are trembling with shock, trying to keep up with your rough pace. Ah fuck he is so lewd, you think.

He can hardly keep conscious. You have cum so many times in him, he could barely keep it all inside. Poor pup doesn’t want even a bit of your cum to leak out, he wants to savor it all in. But not to worry, you dont plan on stopping soon anytime.

“Fuck, you’re squeezing down on me again, ugh am gonna cum”, you rasp out, your hips picking up pace as you pounded into him with such intensity, childe could see stars in his eyes.

“Ooughh fuckfuckfuckfuck ugh cu-cummin”, his eyes rolling in his skull and his whorish moans getting desperately loud. He could only blabber nonsensically as his voice was nothing but squeaks. And just like that, you came with him.

Drops of water spraying all over the bedsheet while the trembling ginger spasms in your arms, his toes curling and his mouth open in a silent scream. He had squirted once again tonight.

You shut your eyes, his pussy creaming around your cock as his cunt is sucking you further in, and you groan out.

You let go of his arms and his weak body plops on the bed. Taking your dick out you saw the gooey filthy cum drip out of his hole in massive amounts, he was really filled to the brim. He whined on feeling the loss of your cock and the warm cum oozing out.

Your fingers spreading apart his lips and see the sticky cum coating his pretty pink folds and the inside of his gaping hole. You were quite big, after all.

Placing a kiss on his shuddering ass cheeks, you softly kneaded it. “Don’t worry baby, ill take care of you after i wreck you”.

Flipping him on his back, you grabbed his hips and entered inside him in a single thrust, choking out a hoarse moan from childe. “But am not done wrecking you yet”, you huff before pounding into him again as childe continues to scream your name.

Looks like you both have to take the next day off.

[matchadobo]

hi idk if this is an odd request but could you write a shanks x reader where she uses her safeword bc she’s starting to feel bad and he how he comforts her after <3 tysm 🫶

SHANKS; safeword

wc: 834

warning/s: nsfw 🔞, p0rnp0rnp0rn, fluff in the end, afab reader, wrote this in one sitting whabshabah

you tried clawing at his chest as a sign to tell him to stop, but it seemed as if he took it as a compliment. your cunt felt so numb. you already came and you lost track how many times. shanks loves overstimulating you, that hazy look of lust in your eyes gets him going even more. but you love it too of course, it’s just that, it’s different now. he looks too feral, too hungry, too scary.

“what’s got you so quiet, princess? don’t give up on me now, yeah? you’re taking all of me so well.” he tucked a hair that was starting to stick on your forehead. “already tired, eh?” a smirk made its way to his lips, he loved what he saw. flushed face, parted, drooling lips, and the half-lidded look of sex in your eyes.

the view of him slowly losing himself by the warmth of your folds. it feels so sticky and wet and his cock was throbbing at the clench of your sopping crevice. he loved how red and used your core looked. he’d throw his head back and slick back his sweaty hair, brutally pounding into you. each thrust hitting your cervix that it started choking you.

“t-too much…” you meekly let out, but it was unintelligible to him. he was too lost in the ecstasy of you. your lower half was aching by the minute, like it was going to bleed because of his pace and size.

“s-shanks too much…!” you tried a little louder this time. you couldn’t bellow it out clearly though, your stomach was so heavy. yet he still couldn’t hear it. soon enough, tears formed in your eyes, precariously cascading down your cheeks.

“roses.”

it only took the wetness of your cheeks and the weak sobs of the safeword for the emperor to stop. that flower that filled the fields on where he met you made him remember how delicate you are and how you should be treated. he stiffened up immediately, taking his hand off your throat. his hand immediately clutched your cheek, thumbs wiping off the tears. “oh fuck- baby, sweetheart i’m so sorry.” he pulled you up into his embracd, the look in his eyes much kinder this time. your voice sobering him up instantly. “d-did i squeeze your throat too much? did i bite too hard? t-tell me.”

“are you- where does it hurt?” he pulled away, searching for any noticeable sign of hurt on your body and eyes. he was still in you though, he figured it’d hurt more if he pulled out right away.

“just my cunt that you abused.” you sarcastically remarked, laughing meekly through teary eyes.

“jesus, i’m so sorry. i was- i'm fucking stupid. you just felt so good, and i’m so tired, and i needed you. i’m just- sorry i went too far, darling.” he panicked. suddenly, the big, scary emperor was now pouting before you. “y-yeah, let’s stop here.” he lied you down, slowly pulling out while carefully watching if your face contorted in any pain.

aaand the goofy shanks you fell in love to was now back, not that cunt hungry motherfucker earlier (but that works too, sometimes 😝). he soon ran a cold bath for you, cleaning you up. he distracted you with his funny stories, reveling on how you smile and how your cries fade away.

he’d usually take you out by the deck, let you clung on his arm to help you walk. you two’d settle by the edge of the ship, he’ll grab a pillow for you to sit on while your feet hang loosely above the flowing current, and he’d have a protective arm around your waist. the comforting blues and the salty air would relax the both of you, he’d place his chin on your shoulders and revel in your fragrant body wash and natural scent.

“i’m really sorry, love.” he mumbled, bashfully looking down. “have i really not hurt you?” the look of pure concern in his ruby eyes made you remember why you fell in love with him again.

“just a little but, that’s why we have a safe word, right? i understand, love. don’t worry about it.” you tuck a hair hanging by the side of his face on his ear.

“i-i’ll take you to hongo later.”

you couldn’t help but play it off with a nod as your fingers softly brush by his scarred cheek. during the visit with hongo, shanks had his head hung low with his hand behind him sheepishly when hongo confirmed that you were just overfucked and you were totally fine.

so i got sick again fml buuuut to the person who requested this, i aM SO SORRY IT TOOK SO LONG LMFAO 🥺 like i said, i don't want to release shit half-baked and tonight was the only night i felt the mood with this man 😏 sooo i hope this makes you happy 😩 even tho it's so short!!

[ravenxd]

Sub!Karl waking up next to you all horny and bothered, waking you up to help him. Riding him to the point of him whimpering and a sweet sobbing mess?

Contents: sub!karl, gn! reader, creampies, unprotected sex,

Sub! Karl waking up cuddling you.

Sub! Karl who woke up almost in cold sweat

Sub! Karl who looks down, seeing his boner poke your bare ass.

Sub! Karl who wakes you up, begging for help

When you wake up, you feel annoyed, you had promised Sapnap you'd head over to the Dream Team house first thing in the morning for a stream, you knew that now since you're awake, you won't be able to sleep.

But Karl is begging, persistent, pleading and whining. Your annoyance turns into need, you can feel the area between your legs becoming hot..

When you turn around to face him, his face is a deep red, his eyes are half lidded, and he's panting like a dog.

"Gosh, can't even let me sleep.." You whispered, getting on top of him and grinding your hips onto his boner. He moaned and grabbed at your hips.

"Fuck.. please.." He begged, his teary eyes looked into yours, boring into his eyes.

"Needy slut." You whispered, pulling his boxers to the side, you looked down at his cock, noticing the amount of precum on his tip.

The sight made you clench your thighs together. You'd position yourself over his throbbing cock, he watched in anticipation as you lowered yourself onto him, moaning to the top of his lungs as a form of relief overcame his body.

"Fuuckkkk..." He moaned, almost high-pitched.

"I know, sweetheart... but you asked for it.." You had moaned into his ear, before slowly fucking yourself on his cock.

Karl started moaning, his nails sink into the skin of your hips as you kept bouncing up and down his cock.

Karl could feel the way you clenched down on his cock, the feeling of having something in you while your body is slipping into sleep made it all the more pleasurable to you.

"Y/n, please- c- fuck..!" He practically yelled. "More, please..!"

You pushed Karl down onto the bed with your hands, making sure he wouldn't move away, and kept your hands on his shoulders.

His hands remained on your hips, his stomach dipping as he took deeper breaths.

His moans grew louder and you knew it wouldn't take long before he'd cum, you moved faster, burying your face into his neck and kissing his most sensitive places. His hips starting bucking up, trying to push his cock deeper between your pink walls, sucking him further in.

The depths his cock started reaching left your legs trembling, it had knocked the air out of your lungs.

"Shit-.. Karl..!" You moan, walls pulsating and eyes rolled back.

"Baby... I'm gonna.." Karl groaned as he threw his head back onto the pillow. "Fuck..!"

You moaned into Karl's mouth as you leaned down and brought him into a forceful kiss. His tongue immediately set into your mouth, making contact with yours.

With a few more strong thrusts, you felt Karl's cum flood your walls, pushing so deep inside. You dropped onto him as your own orgasm left you spent.

[hellsburners]

focus on me

summary: you tease frank while he’s on a call pairing: frank castle x male reader word count: 1.1k warnings: 18+ warning, domestic frank castle, sex while on call, blowjobs, top!frank obviously a/n: from a prompt by hailey !! (omg mike 2 fics in a day?)

masterlist | more frank castle

It was a Sunday morning spent watching football with Frank. He sat on the couch holding the remote while you were lying down with your legs resting on his lap. He was busy watching the game and you were completely unaware of what was going on. He would cheer, curse at the TV, shout, and almost throw the remote. 

“Fuck! What the fuck is up with this ref?” he said, throwing his hands around. 

He was so serious, his brows furrowed and his body so animated. You try to tease him through his sweatpants, the heel of your foot lightly grazing his crotch. You twist and turn on the couch to show that you were just shifting for a more comfortable position, but the truth is you were focused on getting him hard. 

“Babe,” he said. “What are you doing?”

“You’re so riled up with that game I figured you could ease up a bit,” You feel his crotch harden underneath your heel. You sit beside him, palming his growing erection. “It looks like it’s working though.”

He grunts, your middle finger drawing circles around his tip. You loosen the tie around his waist, putting your hand underneath the fabric to release his cock. It was thick, your fingers wrapping around the whole shaft. The tip was already red and leaking, your index finger spread the wetness all over to form some lubrication as you stroked it. 

“Shit—,” Frank groaned. 

You were about to take him in your mouth before the phone started to ring. Frank moved over to reach for the phone, his cock still bare. He answers the call–it was David Lieberman. 

“Hey, what’s up.”

 “There’s a problem with the site,” David said through the phone. You tried to back off—to let him finish before playing with his cock again; but the aching red tip was taunting you, practically begging for touch. 

As they were discussing some work stuff you started to stroke his cock again. Frank’s eyes darted towards you enlarged with his brows furrowed. What the hell are you doing? He mouthed. You opened your mouth, saliva dripping like a clear string on his cock. You stroked him again before you took him in your mouth. 

Frank grunted. “All good there boss?” David asked. 

“Yeah yeah all good,” he cleared his throat. His hand went to the back of your head, guiding you as you tasted him. 

Frank tried to stifle his groans, his grip on your head getting tighter. Your lips wrapped around his thick length, sucking in all the air as you bobbed up and down. His hips started to buck into your mouth, the tip of his cock hitting the back of your throat. 

You pulled off from his cock with your lips making a popping sound. You gasped for air as David continued to ramble about money and costings. Frank pulled away from the phone to speak.

“Oh so now you want to pull away? Nuh-uh kid, go back at it,” he said, pulling your head back in.

Your eyes started to well with tears as he fucked into your throat, using your mouth like a toy for his pleasure. He continued to talk to David, almost as if you weren’t there. Your jaw started to sore, your lips dripping wet, and your back hunched over. Your crotch started to stir. 

“Attaboy.”

You started to use your hands to stroke him, even fondling his balls. Your warm hands and wet mouth drew the hardest grunts from Frank. You could hear David ask him if he was okay. 

“Yeah, just need a drink that’s all,” he said, clearing his throat. “Talk to the other guys, we’ll deal with this tomorrow.”

“Sure thing boss,” David said, dropping the call after.

You look up at him with teary eyes. He looks down at you with half-lidded eyes, patting your head like you just did a good job. He pulls you to his lap taking off your lower garments before straddling him. You align his tip with your hole, slowly sinking in. You held onto his broad shoulders for stabilization, his lips smirking as you wince in pain. 

“Fuck—it’s too big,” you cry out.

“You the one who started this,” he said sternly. “You gotta finish it.”

He holds your waist, pulling you down on his erection as it stretches you open. You cry out once more, your nails digging into his skin as you try to stay calm. You started to move your hips, moving it in circles, his cock filling you to the brim. It was an immense pleasure, the heat from your body rises tenfold. You ride him faster and with more vigor, your eyes closing in. 

He takes your chin to fix it in his gaze. 

“Open your eyes when I fuck you,” he said, lifting you so he can move his hips into you. He was quick and rough, your brows twitching trying not to close your lids. 

He lays you down on the couch so that he’s on top. His large arms above you as he fucked into your hole, your legs shaking and clenching in. You wrap your arms around his neck, moving your hips in sync with his. At that moment you felt your body join him, in complete synchronicity, both pleasure-bound. 

“Frank—” you moaned out. 

His lips let out hard grunts, his dark hair plastered across his forehead. You couldn’t stop admiring him. His stubbled face and his crooked nose. This man was all yours, to tease and to toy with, to fuck and to adore. 

“You gotta cum for me alright,” he groaned. “Then I’ll cum inside you, yeah?”

He started to buck his hips, his biceps flexing and his hands more veiny. The pleasure was too much, it was sending a thousand shocks of electricity all over your body. Your vision started to darken, Frank started to grunt louder, his thrusts more erratic. 

“Shit—shit,” Frank repeated as he hit his climax, spilling his cum inside you. 

You came all over your chest, some on Frank’s. He collapsed on top of you after, his large body weighing on you. You kissed him on the cheek, patting his head. 

“I think you missed the game,” you said, turning on to see that the game was done. 

“Fuck the game, we’re not done yet.”

“What?”

“Yeah, this is your fault for teasing me,” he said nonchalantly. “Now go on your hands and knees, I’m fucking you again.”

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[wolftoken]

Ticklish

a/n: my friend needs comfort???? writers block GONE ❌ i love you @pastlives-pastlie

word count: 696 • tags: gn reader, fluff, cuddling, ticklish vessel, ticklish reader

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He’s tired, his head resting heavy in your lap and his eyes half-lidded. His hands are softly kneading your thighs while yours rest in his hair and on his jaw. Absentmindedly you gently massage his scalp, savouring the big sigh he lets out at the feeling. Nuzzling further into you, he brings his arms up to hold your waist and since he’s entirely too tall for the couch, his feet dangle off the edge of the armrest but he couldn’t care less because all he can think about is you, your warmth, your softness.

“Should we go to bed?” you whisper, not wanting to break the gentle atmosphere. Vessel doesn’t respond, just tightens his grip on your waist. You bring your hands down to cup his jaw so you can get him to look up at you, and his eyes shine softly in the low light and you feel a swarm of butterflies start to take flight in your stomach.

“You’re comfy,” is all he can muster. His voice is quiet and monotone like he can’t summon the energy to speak properly. He does this every time you end up cuddling on the couch late at night when he has to rearrange all his limbs in order to get comfortable and you know he’d be complaining about a sore neck or back tomorrow morning if you stay here. But getting him off of you is a challenge in and of itself, especially if he’s sleepy and unwilling to move.

“You can lay on me all night if you come to bed, Ves. But you’re gonna be sore tomorrow if we stay here.”

“M’warm. Bed’s cold,” is his reply, muffled by the way his face is pressed into you.

You sigh, but a smile creeps its way onto your face nonetheless. He’s adorable even when he’s being annoying, it’s terrible. How are you supposed to survive in these conditions? He’s draped over you like a big sack of flour with insistent hands. But then you remember one thing that will get him up no matter how cozy the situation is.

Your nimble fingers find themselves at his sides and mercilessly tickle him and the reaction is almost instant.

His gleeful yelping is probably not what the neighbours want to hear at 11:45 at night but they sound so beautiful to you, especially if it’s what gets him up and moving. Only problem is, you forgot he can retaliate. His hands are much bigger than yours and can cover a larger span of sensitive skin and it feels so so good to laugh with him like this even if you can barely breath and you’re both writhing so much you’re sure to fall off the couch in a minute.

“Ves- fuck! I just want you to come to bed! Please-“ you can barely get the words out past the breathless giggling but he understands you just fine.

“Oh really? You want me to come to bed with you after you’ve viciously attacked me and disturbed my peaceful slumber? Hmm?”

Words seem you fail you as his hands find even more skin to tickle, each spot more sensitive than the last and you’re both teary-eyed and red in the face until he stops. You can tell he’s thinking about starting it again when he bites his lip and stifled a giggle, but he refrains, knowing he can get away with more tickling tomorrow when both of you are wide awake.

“Fine, you win. Let’s go to bed,” he smiles, begrudgingly getting up from on top of you and pulling you with him. He sees your hands creep down to his ribs and the mischievous smile on your face and raises his eyebrow at the sight.

“You’ve fallen victim to my hands once, you will fall again,”

“You talk like some sixteenth century knight sometimes,” you reply, retreating your ready-to-attack hands and opting to hold his instead.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. Now come to bed or you’ll fall asleep on the couch,” he grins.

“You are awful!” you laugh, following closely behind him to your bedroom. You should definitely wake up him with more tickling tomorrow.

[noobsoconfusing]

going ham on zaza _ stoner!hamzah

- cant roll for shit so he likes bowls better, sometimes he buys pre rolled stuff too..

- probably the type to try and be a show off whenever he smokes with martin and ATTEMPTS to hold it for more than needed.. ends badly..

- loves getting high so much that martin starts to worry a bit about how often hamzah smokes now

- would constantly get zooted for videos, feeling like his true personality shows whenever he’s high. he feels funnier and more laid back, like he’s got absolutely no worries in the world

- he gets so floaty, so lightweight, loves how empty his mind feels, how careless he gets.

- hamzah gets only so giggly and maleable. his big eyes ever so red, teary and glossy, half lidded and somehow heavy.

- very, VERY into recording himself while on his smoke sessions. though he keeps the videos to himself, and later he watches them to laugh about whatever bullshit he had yapped about

- munchies go fucking wild. he would order doordash and fuck that shit up in a minute. if he’s too cooked to order, he’d prepare the most insane stuff he wouldn’t eat sober, but of course, he’d devour high.

- now, for real, he gets so oddly physical with himself whenever he’s high..

- wishes he had someone to relieve himself while high and also sober though, makes him sad :(

- he’s a lonely guy, lonely person in general. has only a few friends here and there, most on the internet that he hasn’t even met in person.

- goes absolutely ham on himself, stroking like there’s no tomorrow because somehow when he’s high he feels everything way too much , and the same time not enough

- very fucking sensitive, though

- whiny and loud as fuck. short whimpers and long groans, the wet quick sounds of his hand sliding up and down his dick fill the room and he feels so dreamy

“f-fuck fuck fuck f-fuck…” he shivers and whimpers out with his head thrown onto the pillows.

- actually tries to last a bit, but cums so fast always it’s super embarrassing for him. pathetic indeed

“please please please p-please… oh-oh my god..oh fuck! gonna cum, gonna cum… c-can…i..uh…” cries out loud. it’s a pretty sight.

hamzah then feels undeniably stupid realising he begs and pleas to basically no one

- he eventually cums on the sheets and on his hand, breathing heavy and shaking a bit. it’s always so intense, even when he’s not under the influence..

- post nut clarity hits hard

- he would stare into the void of his dark room with his wide bug-like eyes, giggling at the relief and wiping the sticky fluid on his shirt (he’s gross yeah..)

- in general stoner!hamzah gets touchy, very touchy and rather horny. he’s also very lightheaded per usual, prefers doing it alone since he knows for a fact he’ll end up going ham on his meat.

>_<

first post i guess uhhh okay idk if anybody will read dis

[thespidersabdomen]

The Night's Improvement (Chrollo x Reader)

Excerpt smut piece, not full story,

Prompt: Sis gets called into Chrollo's room, and they end up getting deeply aquainted Pairing: Chrollo Lucilfer x Fem!Reader Word Count: 1.4k TW: unprotected sex, fingering (f!receiving), penetrative sex, hair tugging, dubcon, praise kink, multiple orgasms, smut below the cut

“What do you mean? I trust you…” You lean forward into him, and he leans into you, closing the gap with a light kiss. He pulls away for a moment,

“Good… Now let’s make your night a lot better”

As soon as your lips hit his again, you melt into him. He reaches behind him and slips off his coat, letting it fall to the ground next to him, and he shifts his position, grips your hips, and scoots you up higher on the bed. You wrap your hands around his neck and pull him closer. He deepens the kiss but quickly gets bored of just your lips, he craves your touch, and he’s gonna take it. He begins to give your neck attention, searching for the spot you’re most sensitive in, and rest assured… he finds it. You grip the back of his head and tug on his hair, and your hips unintentionally roll up into his, eliciting a small groan from him. He breaks away from your neck, that’s become red and shiny from the marks and saliva he left and hooks his finger over the hem of your pants, looking up to meet your eyes once more. 

“Is this okay?” Once you give your nod of approval, he pulls them down, and unbuttons your body suit, making quick work of discarding it. Your thighs can’t help but close as a natural reaction to the cold air hitting your heat, and even though the action is small, it worries Chrollo at first. He quickly looks up to check your facial expression, and once he finds no reluctancy aimed towards him, he relaxes and guides your thighs back open with a firm grip. He brings one hand down to trace the outside of your sex, spreading the slick around, and tracing small circles over your clit. You bite down on your bottom lip, trying to keep your voice in, as his hand slips a bit lower, and he inserts his middle finger into your velvety walls. He pushes in and out a few times before pulling it out and adding a finger. He takes his time feeling the space inside of you, leaning down to kiss you while he does. Though he can feel how you’re more than ready for him, he keeps his digits buried deep inside you for a minute more, but when your back arches up off the mattress and your legs spasm from the pleasure, he knows he found what he was looking for. He picks up the pace of his fingers, and curls them upward to hit that spot with every thrust, and bends his thumb over to resume the once paused electric bursts of pleasure from your bundle of nerves. 

“Cum for me, pretty girl,” You bite your bottom lip, squeeze your eyes shut, and continue to squirm uncontrollably beneath him. You begin to feel the familiar knot in your stomach tighten, and soon enough you’re cumming around his fingers. He pumps his digits in and out a few more times before pulling out, and bringing them up to his mouth. 

“So sweet… How fitting. You did so well for me just now,” He kisses your temple, while he pushes his own pants down, freeing his aching erection 

“Please open your eyes…” he brings his right hand up to cup the side of your face and redirects your towards his, while lazily stroking, then lining up his cock to your entrance with his left hand 

“Look at me while I pound your pussy” and with that, he begins to slide his cock into your heat, 

“So tight, I thought the prep would’ve helped at least a bit…” He looks down to you, and a short-lived wave of concern hits him. Your eyes are squeezed shut, and your teeth are gritted, but to you, the stretch is merely a temporary discomfort compared to the pleasure quickly kicking in. 

“More… Please, Chrollo more ” You beg, your eyes are half-lidded and a bit teary from your previous orgasm, your cheeks are red, and sweat is beading on your forehead. From Chrollo’s perspective, you were fucking beautiful like this, how could he say no to a sight so lovely? 

“Of course love,” He bucks his hips forward, forcing the rest of his length into you, and your head falls back from the feeling of his tip colliding with your cervix. He successfully buried himself as deep as possible into your fleshy walls. Your pussy pulsed around him, clenching as he pulled back, before thrusting his hip back into yours, drawing out a moan from you that can’t be described as anything but pornographic. He was addicted . This would not be a one-time thing. He drew back his hips once again, brushing past your g-spot before retracing it on his way back in. His pace continued for a few more thrusts, but it got fast quickly. As he continued, his thrusts were short, though he continued to hit with the same force that he would as if he pulled out all the way. Every thrust he makes, every time he pushes into you, you let out an equally deep moan. Every pretty sound coming from your pretty mouth, sounds like music to his ears, how you’re vocalizing the way he makes you feel, how you’re unconcerned with volume, it’s not like you could hold them in any way. Everything about you right now, he finds absolutely mesmerizing. He reached down, his thumb returning to its rightful place, doing its rightful job, causing your back to arch off the mattress. He leaned his head down and placed a sloppy kiss to your jaw, before speaking

“You look beautiful like this… Me inside of you, you’re taking me so well… Tell me, pretty girl, do you feel as good as you look?” His tone was lower than his usual gentle one. He could tell you enjoyed it when he talked to you by the way you clenched around him. You’d been close for a while, and his words are on the verge of pushing you over the edge, and you’re not the only one who could feel it

“Go on baby, cum around my cock,” Your toes curled and your eyes rolled back before getting squeezed shut, your mouth was agape and your nails clawed crescents into the skin of his nape. As sure as his words, you were hit with yet another soul shattering orgasm, that left you muttering and mumbling incoherent nonsense, the only understandable thing that fell from your lips was his name, followed by raspy moans and choked whimpers. 

“I’m getting close…” He pants, his deep groans and heavy breathing increases as he feels his own release quickly approaching. You notice the stutter in his rhythm, and his thrusts getting sloppier but faster. Chasing his own release, he uses his hands to shift his weight onto the back of your knees, widening your legs, and pushing them as close as possible to the sides of your head attempting to go deeper into you, which isn’t easy since he’s been there for a while now. Your climax had just finished ebbing away, though the tingle in your flesh stayed due to the overstimulation he’s causing you to feel. You looked up at the man above you, he was panting, the sweat on his forehead causing his hair to stick to it, his usually pale complexion was pink from his cheeks to the tip of his nose, yet his vibe remained magnetizing. You tighten the grip your arms have on his neck and upper shoulder, and pull him down, his lips crashing into yours, which he gratefully embraces by cupping both sides of your face. Just as you do, you feel his dick twitch inside you, and you quickly wrap your legs around his waist, preventing him from pulling out, and wanting nothing more than for him to paint your insides, which he does. You feel his warm seed fill you as he grinds his hips into yours. You feel each rope of cum, along with each wave of his pleasure being released inside of you. A moment or two passes, before he falls into you, his cock beginning to soften inside of you, and he rests his head against your chest. You play with his hair as he lays peacefully against you, basking in the feeling of your soothing touch, after a while though, you fell asleep.

[lovememoreplease]

Work for it grimmy ♥~ ☆TW- edging, degradation, praises, riding, humping, anal, unprotected sex, marking, jerking off, male reader a/n tumblr decided to fuck smth up and making the whole post invisible to everyone.... so i post it again. thank you anon for idea again!

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Casper pathetic small moans filling the whole rub himself against your clothed bulge. hes on your lap as you sit on the bed with head resting on the bedframe. "come on, baby. beg for it" you said toying with casper cock before circling small circles on his tip with your thumb. your finger soon covered in his pre as he mewl for more. "s-sunshine... please.... let me cum... i want you inisde me... ah!~" he moan out and thrust his dick in your hand but is soon stopped with your hand holding his hips in place. "youre such a slut, casper" you sigh dissapointed and take your hand from his cock. he whine at the lost of any kind of touch and try to rub against your bulge once more. "casper" you said grabbing his hips with both of your hands. "work for it, grim. youre nothing but a whore now. attention and touch straved whore" you said as he let out a whimper. "p-please... i will be good, sunshine" he beg with teary eyes. "i've been good" he whine as his pride is getting crushed now. who did he even came to a moment when he beg a mortal he was supposed to collect soul from? eh...

your hand came back to stroking his poor painfully hard cock. his mouth opening in silent scream as he close his eyes and relax in your touch. he was close once more. for who knows what time tonight. "p-please... let me cum this time..." he whimper as small noises escape him. yet his prays went unheard as you stopped in last moment. his eyes open up full of tears as he sob. "w-why you did it?... youre so mean... please... just let me cum... i want you to ride mee" you make him go off your lap as you take off your pants and underwear with it. your dick standing tall twitching and asking for attention. casper at the sight of it wanted to to just have himself inside of you. "can i?" he asked sitting back on bed. "you think you deserve this?" you asked with cocky smirk as he nod. "i dont know..." you said teasing him as he sob flustarted. "h-hey! dont be mean... im.. im grim reapr!" he sob out as his cheek are burning red and eyes full of tears. "not anymore" you chuckle and kiss his cheek. "come here, pretty boy" you whisper in his ear before getting on top of him and taking him all in.

loud moan left his parted lips as you finally bottomed out taking him whole in your tight wet needy hole. "s-so good" he stutter out as hes in a moment of bliss. the feeling of your walls squeezing around him almost making him faint. "casper..." you moan and place your hands on his chest. he bend you down and connect both of your lips in a sloppy kiss. a short make out session before you rolled your hips still getting used to him inside you before freely bouncing up and down his lenght.

your hands propping yourself on his chest as he close his eyes and let the moans and whimpers fill the room. "shoo f-fuckign good" he moan out slurring on his words as a small trail of saliva escape his mouth and go down his chin. his fucked out expression. his small fang bitting down at his lower lips to try silence his noises. his half lidded eyes full of tears that dont want to fall from them... all so hot and needy. "g-god.." he moan out as you fixing your position and this time propping yourself from the back to take him deeper. his chest moving with every deep breath he takes and you cant help but let your hand trail down to cup his chest and play with his hard sensitive nipple. "s-sunshine... dont... im... ah~! im fucking close" he said looking at you begging for you to let him cum. you just nod giving him green light and so he use it.his hands land on your hips moving you up and down as his hips thrust into you before shooting white ropes of cum deep inside of you. your hips rolling riding out his orgasm.

while casper was calming down after his high you pulled him into a hug and kissed his neck. "such a good boy for me... letting me ride you" he smile and move his hand down to your hard cock jerking you off quickly. gasp leaving your lips as you finish in his fist. "now we both came" he chuckle and kiss you once again