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eumivrse · 1 year ago

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FUCK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY (I NEED A FREAK TO DRIVE ME CRAZY!)

rough/angry sex ft. gojo, geto, nanami, toji, choso

warning(s) drunk sex + spanking (gojo), orgasm denial (geto), jealous sex + light bondage (nanami), car sex (toji), spitting + choking (choso), lowkey toxic, lots of degrading words, overstim, mention of safe word, breeding, creampie, squirting, cervix kissing, reader calls nanami ‘sir’ once, JUST A LOT OF SMUT IDK

note i’ve been equally horny for all of them lately ngl. also the title is so long but the song is stuck in my head ;0

tags @kurosaaki

GOJO

it takes a lot to piss satoru off. he lets things slide half due to his lack of ability to tell that people are mocking him and the other half because of his huge ego.

but there’s always that once in a blue moon moment when he comes home from work, mind already filled with irrational anger. and it just happens to be the same day you have your weekly night out with your girlfriends and are out until the ungodly hours of the night.

and of course that’s fine and all, but when he saw you stumbling into your doorstep tipsy at 3 in the morning, the word rational has been far blotted out of his dictionary. he’d already drank half a bottle of wine by himself at this point from drowning in his sorrows and satoru is the mere personification of a lightweight.

it wasn’t long until your face is buried against your leather couch, ass up as he pounded into you.

drool seeped out the corner of your mouth, babbling, “satoru-“ your moans were muffled, your head forced down on the couch by his huge hand while he slams his pelvis against your ass, cock sliding in with ease. he didn’t even talk to you— as soon as you were ready to give him a hug, he flipped you over the couch and pulled up the cute little skirt you decided to wear today, pulling your panties over one ass cheek to not bother himself with taking all your clothes off.

he struck your ass with his palm, then kneaded the plump to ail the pain. “gonna cum for me, princess? hm?” you nearly shrieked when he slapped you again, this time with more force inflicted. but you weren’t going to lie— having him treat you like this is more like a gift than it is a punishment.

“yes…” your voice shrunk, heavy breaths in sync with his thrusts. clawing onto nothing, you bit the inside of your cheek, suppressing your loud moans, still sober enough to realize that it’s late and your neighbors are fast asleep.

he pulled out almost completely, leaving you hollow until he pistoned into you by pulling your waist against him, the head of his cock nearly prodding onto your cervix. “fuck… i love your slutty pussy, milking so— fuck— so well...” satoru’s inability to shut the fuck up even when he’s this close to cumming is something that continues to amaze you.

starting painfully slow, his impatience eventually took over him and continued to fuck into you with deep, yet quick thrusts that happened to hit your spot, fluid spurting out of your hole and onto his abdomen. you gasp, legs trembling while satoru’s hips stuttered, cock twitching inside of you.

“yeah, yeah, yeah— ah god…” warm cum filled you full, some leaking out and dribbling down on the couch. he gave your ass one more struck, and you yelp from the prickling pain.

“satoru?” you mumble, turning your head slightly until he started moving his hips again, leaving you speechless.

he yanks you by the elbow, pinning your back against his chest, whispering against the shell of your ear, “not done yet, doll.”

GETO

“suguru, please…” you plead, eyes glossed with tears. you’re sitting on top of his lap, cock stretching your walls as his thumb brushed over your clit with lazy circles.

he just hummed, ignoring your pleas as he grabs the pudge of your hips, lifting them up and thrusting up into you, his balls slapping in between your ass cheeks.

you’ve been giving him the cold shoulder all week, all because of you started a petty argument about schedule differences. you knew he was busy, but his lack of communication was what pissed you off. on the other hand, he thought you were being unfair— he never complained when you had to work more hours than normal.

so if his words weren’t enough to get that in your head, then maybe he’ll just fuck it into you.

you rest your chin on his shoulder, hands draped around him as he kept a tight grip on your waist, switching between forcing you down on his cock and ramming into you himself by dragging his hips up and down. he gnaws on your shoulder, engraving your skin with his teeth marks.

“i wonder where you learned how to speak to me like that, love…” he breathes softly. his voice still has that tinge of tenderness in it, but you knew he was at his limit from the way he has that bruising grasp on you.

referring to the demeaning words you called him during your little quarrel the other day, he continues, “would you like it too if i talked to you like that?” when you didn’t respond, he wrapped his hand around the back of your neck, pulling you into making eye contact with him.

“answer.” his firm remark only turned you on, whining with a frail, “yes please.” at this point you weren’t even angry anymore— you were so needy and frustrated from the denial of release.

he chuckles, a smug smirk plastered across his face, single strands of his raven hair stuck on his forehead. “you really wanna know what i think about you?” he shifts his hips ever so slightly, knowing damn well it pushes you further into orgasm.

sighing, he cupped your cheek with his palm. “whore.” he tapped your cheek with force, not enough that it was painful, but it was degrading with no question. “slut.” he slaps your face again and grabs your cheeks, your lips puckering from the pressure.

he jerks up again, feeling him stretch you so deliciously that you couldn’t bare to hold it anymore, and suguru can tell. he clicks his tongue on the roof of his mouth, “cock hungry filthy girl,” he forces your face down to see with your own two eyes how fucking wet your pussy is for him despite swearing you hated him just hours ago.

letting go of your flustered face, you slurred, “please let me cum, suguru…” asking him in the first place was your first mistake, he only pressed his thumb onto your clit once more, taunting you.

he smiles, feigning innocence. “no.”

NANAMI

kento is a patient man. he considers himself grounded with his emotions, but something in the air today made him act more crass than he usually would in this situation.

long story short, you were being a little too friendly with gojo during the work dinner where everyone else could see, and it didn’t help that you were defending yourself instead of owning up to it when he brought it up on the way home.

it was embarassing for him— made him seem like a little bitch that some other man had his arm around you, whispering jokes against your ear while you giggled foolishly as if your husband wasn’t sitting across from you.

so you should’ve seen it coming that he wouldn’t just leave you off the hook when you got home.

it wasn’t long until your clothes are scattered all over the master’s bedroom, legs pinned against your chest as he pummeled into you, wet cunt clenching around him like you wanted this to happen.

the sheets were stained with puddles and splatters of your sweet release, his thighs and your pussy coated with a mix of his cum and your slick.

one, two, three, four orgasms? you couldn’t even count anymore. your cunt was drooling, stuffed full with his cum, it was impressive how he’s still drilling into you with such ease.

kento is pushing on the back of your thighs to keep your pussy wide open, your wrists bounded with his leopard tie that coiled around the headboard railing. “hah-“ he grunts, “dirty girl. you have no idea how much i wanted to fucking kill that idiot for even touching you.” he grits his teeth when he felt your walls squeeze onto him, his sweat dripping from his forehead down to your tummy.

your mind was so blank, every degrading word he’s saying seemed stifled, apparent by your eyes knocking to the back of your head and the drool trickling down the corner of your lip. the only thing leaving your mouth were moans of his name and curses, you were starting to see stars as the pit of your abdomen tightened, a sign that you’re close.

“kento— i- hahhh—” your attempt on a warning had no purpose as clear liquid gushed out of you, and the shock of your release rippled throughout your body, leaving you numb. kento only fucked into you deeper and rougher, his fat veiny cock pressing against your cervix.

“squirted again?” he’s laughing, followed by a groan when he felt that familiar twitch on his cock. “do you think gojo can make you squirt for him like this, hm?” that question was just plain vulgar, but he’s expecting an answer nonetheless.

you hold onto the silk restraining you, sniffling, “no… only you, sir.” your loving, tired tone only put him in the state of euphoria, closing his eyes shut as cum coated your cervix, keeping himself plugged into you.

as he pulled out, thick ropes of white, viscous fluid leaked out your hole and down your ass, taking a dollop to shove it in your mouth. you willingly take his fingers in between your lips, licking him clean.

you thought he was done this time— until he brought the fingers that were in your mouth down to your lower extremities, caressing your clit as he slid himself inside you once more. you sigh, “kento— i don’t think i can anymore…” every muscle in your body felt sore, but you still couldn’t bring yourself to say that word to indicate you want this done and over.

he pretended he didn’t hear your pleas, rasping as he pried your legs further apart, resisting your reflex to close them, “remember this when you decide to fucking flirt with another man again, slut.”

TOJI

this has to have been the third or fourth breakup in a span of 2 years dating this man. it just proved that you weren’t compatible for each other and the differing types of communication you two were comfortable with were clashing in the worst ways possible.

you were over it and decided to end it officially— for good.

however, toji wasn’t ready to let you go that easily.

his familiar black sedan was parked on the curb in front of your house when your first date after being finally single dropped you off. and of course, trying to stand your ground, you tried to tell him that you were done. to leave you alone or you’ll call the authorities.

but as they say, old habits die hard.

somehow you both ended up in his back seat, bouncing on his cock like you weren’t just trying to kick him out your driveway.

how else would have this toxic relationship lasted this long anyways if it wasn’t for the sex?

he chuckles, your nipple squeezed in between his lips, “what were you trying to say again? you’ll get a restraining order?” you were holding onto the handle of the car door for leverage as he groped your tit and smacked it, fascinated at the way it jiggled.

you hiss at the sting, “stop talking.” your collarbones were still littered with his love marks from previous nights and he notices them, “did your date even get a kiss tonight?” he teases as he took a chunk of your ass, manipulating your hips to move swifter in speed.

it was difficult to talk when he keeps slamming you down to the base of his cock, the sound of your slick smacking on his pelvis. “god— what is it— to you?” the incoherence with your words only provoked a laugh out of your ex, he thought it was funny how desperate you were trying to move on when it’s obvious you’d always go back to him at the end of the day.

you bite your lower lip, worried that someone outside could hear, but would that really help when the way his car is shaking gives it away?

he sneers, pulling your shoulder to draw you against his chest, face so close to his that you can feel his breath. with one last thrust, you yelped, keeping the head of his cock nestled deep in your cunt. “it’s just sad, babe.” he pouts, “you didn’t even bother to invite that bastard inside your house and instead would rather fuck your ex? was the date that bad?”

your mind was hazed, nodding before reaching in for a longing kiss, toji smirking against your lips. the date wasn’t bad at all but it was kind of a dud too— it just didn’t hit the same. nothing can compare to this.

he struck your ass once before gripping onto it again, moving your hips in accordance to his thrusts, tears welling up in your eyes as his cock jabbed against your sweet spot over and over. pulling away from the kiss, you chant his name like a mantra, “toji, fuck, mm- m’ gonna cum”

toji grunts, “okay, love. make a mess on my cock.” the familiar rasp in his voice was what set you off, and he was waiting for you to recuperate a bit from your orgasm before pulling your hips down once more, cock balls deep as he emptied himself inside of you.

toji curses and moans your name as you lean down for another wet kiss, feeling his cum pool in the pit of your stomach.

parting, he breathes, “still thinking of getting that restraining order?”

CHOSO

choso already wasn’t having a good day for some odd reason. maybe the weather? didn’t matter either way. and of course, being the sweet girlfriend that you are, you tried your best to distract him from whatever was bothering him.

when warm food didn’t work, you tried turning on the tv, seeking for some sort of entertainment. well— you could say it worked in his favor, not because of what was on the screen, but because the boring ass movie was what brought you to the present.

your panties were peeled to the side as choso freely slid his long cock in and out of your hole with ease, his sweats just hanging below his waist, moaning at how warm you are around him. “oh yeah- mm- feels good,” he reveres, whimpering as he hovered over your face.

choso almost never initiates sex— you usually do, but oh does it feel ten times better when he’s pent up and uses you as an outlet to take his stress out on.

your facial expression was scrunched, pursing your lips from how deliciously you were being split in half. choso had one of your legs over his shoulder and him leaning down, which pushed your leg closer to your chest— allowed his cock to plunge into you in angles unimaginable, leaving your jaw hung open.

choso’s mauve eyes were piercing onto yours as he collects saliva in his mouth, then sticks his tongue out, the globe of his spit making it straight down your mouth. he forces your mouth close, “swallow, pretty.” watching you as his saliva made its way down your throat.

you caress his cheek, “use me, choso.” if this is what gets him out of whatever negativity he’s feeling then you’re willing to let him take it out on you.

pecking him on the small of his cheek, he sits up, finding leverage by grabbing onto your tits, groping on them while he thrusts into you with more impact, apparent by the sinful slapping noises that followed. you tuck your chin in to get a closer look of how he’s stretching you, watching as his spit lands on your clit, using two of his fingers to rub it in, reveling at the way its so puffy and just… so wet.

his other hand skimmed from your tit to around your neck, the pads of his fingers pressing on the side, making sure he doesn’t restrict your airways completely. he’s so fucking turned on by the way your face looks, eyes half lidded, lips swole and tinted from biting onto them so much.

you whine, voice faint from the hand around your throat. “so deep…” your leg was still over his shoulder, his cock hammering into you and right up against your g-spot.

“fuck, that’s it— take me in just like that, fuck—“ he was nearing his release, holding it in so you could go first, rushing through your orgasm by swiping your clit as he slacked his hips to give himself time. always so sweet even when handling you like this.

you were so cock drunk that your vision went stark, a huge weight lifting off your body when you let it all out, your slippery cunt making it easier for choso to go ahead and lodge his cock deep enough to jam his cum in, with the intent of not leaving a drop wasted.

he keeps himself wedged inside you, letting go of your leg and neck, tapping at your clit with his fingers for one last tease. you stuck your tongue out, choso grabbing your tear stained face.

“did that feel good, baby?” he asks and you nod sheepishly, unable to speak from his hold and your aching throat.

another ball of spit landed on your tongue and you swallow with that vulnerable look on your face. he chuckles, “what a nasty girl.”

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rinnstars · 4 months ago

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all sides of you!

the five love languages rin shows to you

itoshi rin x reader: fluff, hcs/drabble, not proofread, likes n reblogs are appreciated <3

words of affirmation

- at the beginning, i think hes a lot more averse to saying romantic stuff so its more of in a long term/after months of dating

- mainly leaves sticky notes/passes notes during class/at home with what he wants to say ar rhe beginning

- after a while tho, he’ll try to at least praise you/compliment you irl then slowly tell you he loves you (altho rarely at the beginning)

- has a bunch of scribbled notes he never passed to you all filled with confessions/ things he wants to say that he eventually says at the back of his closet in a box (because he thinks its sentimental)

- a lot better at expressing his feelings and can say them without freaking out internally or stuttering before giving up and calling you a mean nickname to neutralise the compliment

- believes in a speak not tell but he knows communication is key so he’ll try his best so bear with him

- slowburn moment for this but its 100% worth it when he comes home from competition and all he can say is repeatedly whisper i love u into your ear as he pulls you closer into his embrace

physical touch

- again, at first hes a bit touch averse / awkward with hugs/kisses but after a while of dating..

- 100% super clingy esp after coming back from competition/bllk : his hands have to be somewhere on your skin, doesnt matter where hes not picky

- has to sleep with you, hugging you like youre his plushie (drools a little too btw)

- links pinky when you guys walk together doeznt matter where “you’ll get lost” excuse except his entire face goes pink at the touch of your hands

- really likes kissing your neck, he thinks its rlly cute when he can hear you & esp if it leaves a mark :p

- has piggy-backed you before even when youre not lying about your shoes hurting or being tired to be carried by him

- enjoys being babied ngl like he loves it sm when you pepper his face with kisses while he just lies there or when you comb his hair with your fingers: he feels like hes in heaven esp after stressful days

quality time

- tries to see you everyday : either through school/going to yours/his house, dates, or even facetime call

- calls you every night when hes overseas btw and during breaks he’ll try to text you back n reply to your messages

- the type to make up excuses just to hang out with you like “oh i need to get new shoes, come with me” even though he has 2038839 different pairs and then have to huy another one because he cant be caught (you can tell)

- wld go on “study” dates where he just stares at you 3/4 of rhe time and actually doesnt finish any of his “assignments”

- has gone on hangouts where both of you just chill in silence n rlly likes it because theres no pressure to do anything and its kind of calming/relaxing esp after having to deal with teammates n whatnot during work

- wld watch you play games/do anything while he sits beside you, just enjoying your company even if he craves a little more but thats alright by him

acts of service

- lowkey such an act of service guy like even pre-relationship even if he makes excuses for him bc hes trying to be #idgaf

- the type to rush to your home with meds/food/everything if you text him youre sick after missing school

- i feel like. he just kind of enjoys the peacefulness of like cleaning and would do it whenever hes stressed (ignoring the loud music he listens to)

- would bring your necessities sometimes, and ends up at some point lending a hairtie to reo (he has a pack of hair ties bought for you at all times)

- anytime he goes out to get food/on the way home, he’ll always get a portion of what youd like just in case, and doeznt mind just eating it as leftover if you dont want it

- has a notepad on his phone on your favourite orders (drinks, meals, desserts etc)

- if youre forgetful, he’ll text you to remind you : whether that be to attend events/eat lunch at proper times/buy something

- would go back to the store if he didn’t buy what you wanted/if you wanted something else without any hesitation as long as it makes you smile even if he doesn’t admit it

- would learn how to take pictures for you on his own accord : you didn’t even realise until one day you pass him your digicam and suddenly he was an expert photographer compared to just months ago when. you started dating where his hand was blocking the camera

giving gifts

- has a matching necklace with you at all times and its his lucky charm and he’ll 100% kiss it before a game / when he wins the game

- shared wishlist on online stores except he stalks through yours and buys them for you randomly to surprise you

- if you have something spoiled/doesnt work as well, doesnt matter if its a home appliance/jeans that don’t fit etc, he’ll buy one for you without any hesitation when he goes out/on his phone

- gets you trinkets/keychains/stuff that reminds him of you including any sanrio/anime/designs you like / even your favourite food ie. chocolates/candies/chips from different countries he goes to for matches

- would notice if you wore his gifts or not and try to buy more things that you like more ie. if you like silver accessories more, he’ll buy more of those

- even during school days, he would 100% blow his money on arcades if you like to play claw machine/those rhythms games and watch you play and sometimes if you don’t get it, he’ll try to get them after his football training for you and pass it to you as nonchalantly as you can the next day

- always buys matching things: that bracelet he bought you? yup he has an exact pair in his drawers, feels its more meaningful and intimate

- if you ever ask for anything, just know he’s willing to give you that and the whole world and even the whole galaxy

#itoshi rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #rin x reader #itoshi rin fluff #rin.<3 #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #bllk fluff

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hoodedjelly · 7 months ago

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My adult dib design + little doodles

Disclaimer! before you keep reading: i do not plan to interact with the iz fandom that much, i am mainly nicktoons unite. but i must say! I take Jhonen's statements about Zim being an adult as fact and hold this belief strongly. so do NOT put that anywhere near my page, including discussion of it. I'm here to draw cartoons not fight with people. if you dislike any of that then i highly request for you to not follow me. thank you! I'll continue with what i was saying.

im rewatching invader zim after a few years (forgot a lot of it ngl) but i love enter the florpus a lot, genuinely a comfort movie for me. obviously my fav character is dib, love that little freak.

more about my personal headcanons: - he's autistic as fuck - i made him a bit over the average weight (me being allergic of designing any characters skinny for some reason /lh) - they're still a tall mf - they're agender (they/he/any) unlabeled and demi-sexual -his design is inspired on their assigned animal being a moth, so the split hair things, the glasses looking like bug eyes, the long coat being like moth wings. (holy shit its moth man) - he drives around in his hand-me-down car he calls "the dib mobile" and it's very tricked out for paranormal investigating but is also a big mess. - he's friends with the nicktoons unite gang but 90% of the time he is off doing some random shit for paranormal stuff ( this video is dib when the nicktoons gc askes to hang out)

#invader zim #dib #dib membrane #invader zim fanart #nicktoons unite #only adding that cause of the mention of it in written text #hoodedjelly art #nickalodeon #nicktoons

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claw-deen · 2 years ago

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you're sick:

suggested by: anon

(you've just caught a cold, you're not dying or anything)

ngl, miles is a little bit panicked at first, he's the kind of person who types your symptoms on his computer search bar and then freaks out because according to google you're going to die in three days. “I'm fine Miles, I just caught a cold.” you have to reassure him because if you don't he might take you to the hospital just because you sneezed.

gwen may be a little bit overwhelming at first. “are you cold? tell me if you're too hot. does your back hurt? do you need more pillows? are you hungry? what do you need? soup? water? I'll make you an infusion.” she comes back with an ice pack, a hot water bottle, pillows, soup, fresh water and herbal tea, just in case. you pat her hand reassuringly while smiling to her, hoping to calm her down. she'd bring you the moon if you asked.

pavitr can be really calm and reassuring when he needs to be. he'd make sure you rest and take time to heal, especially if you tend to overwork yourself. he'll put you to bed by force don't play with him.

hobie would still be his usual anarchist self, but perhaps gentler and less teasing than usual. if you're the type to hide it when you're feeling sick, good luck, because he'll notice it with just one look. like pavitr, he'd want you to rest and take a nap to let your body recover. he'd bring you tissues and food and maybe even plays a soothing tune on his guitar to make you fall asleep.

miguel is here for you the whole time. oh but it's just a cold? he doesn't care. you're always there for him and he'll be there for you unless you physically kick him out of the room. “Miguel stop worrying so much I'm fine.” he places his big hand on your forehead and he frowns. “your face feels burning hot right now, you need to lay down, corazón.” and how can you say no to him? 😩

#spider man across the spiderverse headcanons #spider man across the spiderverse x reader #miles morales x reader #miles morales headcanons #gwen stacy headcanons #gwen stacy x reader #pavitr prabhakar headcanons #pavitr prabhakar x reader #spider punk headcanons #hobie brown headcanons #hobie brown x reader #spider punk x reader #miguel o'hara x reader #miguel o'hara headcanons #spider punk #across the spiderverse #miguel o'hara #spider man 2099 x reader

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leannswritings · 1 month ago

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Our Designer - part 2

Syn : after that crazy dream you had of Viktor, you end up talking to friends about it. Now do you confess or let it go.

Warnings ! - Smut, slight slapping, choking, and whatever else I wrote that I can't remember...

Word count - 2.5k

A/N : Ngl i find Viktor so relatable as someone that has health problems..lwk understand why he almost took over the world. Anyways sorry if there's any misspelling + if the smut/confession isn't good it's been a while since i wrote so let me know what yall think I could change in the future, enjoy ♡ p.s should I make another part that's just fluff orrr...

A couple of days after the dream, you decided to talk about it with your closest friend, Caitlyn. You both had finally had an off day together, so you decided to head over to her house to hang out and catch her up on everything.

"SO let me get this straight..you had a dream, and not just a dream, but a wet dream about him? BUT you can't even ask him to go out with you."

Cait said as she walked back and forth in front of the bed you were sitting on. You nodded as you picked up a piece of fruit.

"Why don't you just ask him out...or sleep with him..."

She slightly whispered the last part. You immediately dropped the fruit in your hand to reply.

"Cait. I'm not gonna ask him to randomly sleep with me...are you okay? Are you feeling all right? Because you don't seem to be thinking clearly."

"I don't see the problem; maybe he wants it too; ever think about that."

She said with a shrug as if she knew something, you on the other hand, were in every way trying to convince her not to say such "nonsense"

"Cait..Caitlyn I'm not going to randomly ask Viktor to fuc—"

"Am I interrupting..?"

Jayce walks into the room with a smile on his face; at this point, you could've guessed he heard the conversation and was just creepily waiting behind the door. He quickly came and sat on the bed beside you, before reaching over you and grabbing fruit.

"I think you should. There's plenty of possibilities of what could happen if you confess, plus the worst he could say is no...as if that would happen "

Realizing he just said the last part out loud, he shoved the fruit in his mouth and turned away from you just for you to pull his face back towards you and hit him in the throat, forcing the fruit to come out his mouth. He choked a little before looking at you with those same puppy eyes he always does when he does something wrong.

"What did he say to you? What do you mean, wait? Wait, just tell me what he thinks about me; you already told me a little, so just tell me."

Curiosity and Joy were overflowing within you, and everyone could tell that you were starting to freak out. Jayce quickly ate some fruit and swallowed before getting up and backing up from you, before refusing to tell you anymore because he realized saying that little bit was enough. You chased him around the room, trying to get more information out of him, which failed even after you pinned him down.

"What if I said I told him to stop by your place tonight...I got tired of both of you."

"What. You asked him to come over to MY place, even though your apartment is RIGHT next door.?"

You quickly let go of Jayce, and started slightly freaking out before he explained that he convinced Viktor to go to your place for "research purposes" and by saying everyone would be there. Of course you didn't even know if he was even telling the truth by saying that, but either way it slightly freaked you out because you realized that your room was covered in papers of design and other future ideas for hextech, leaving a horrible mess. You quickly ate some fruit, hugged your friends, and left, realizing you had plenty of work to do at home.

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You finally finished cleaning up what you thought made you seem messy, rearranging other things that might be slightly off-putting. You looked around worrying about what else you could change around as if he hadn't been over to your place before, including when the floors were covered in paper (which is now in a messy stack on the table since it's the topic of the meaning anyways), as soon as you tried to find something else to move you heard a knock at your door.

You quickly ran over to the door, looked around to make sure everything was in place, patted your chest to calm down, and opened the door. Your eyes met with his amber eyes, his eyes always looked as if they had glowed no matter the time of the day.

"Is Jayce here yet?"

He said as he walked in, looking around to see if Jayce would appear out of the blue. You shook your head, and then both headed to your room. In your room there's a floor table in the center that has all of the paper stacked on it, you moved some of the papers slightly to the side so Viktor had somewhere to write. You reached into your closet and got some pillows to sit on. Viktor just stood there and stared as you walked around the room getting things, saying nothing the whole time.

An hour had passed that you guys were studying and going over hextech and the future of the hex. It was really hard to focus on the papers and conversations that were held, Viktor had to snap at you multiple times to catch your attention. It seemed that Viktor was slightly getting annoyed at the fact you kept getting distracted by the littlest thing; if the temperature changed by 1 degree, it was like you could tell and immediately start moving around or talking about it.

"Do you have something to say?"

Viktor caught you staring at him once again; this time, you absolutely couldn't help it; you really liked the face he made when he got frustrated. You moved closer to him, leaning into his bubble until it popped, now inches away from his face.

"Yeah."

That was the only word you could sigh out before leaning into a kiss; you leaned back after realizing what you did. The feeling of regret rained down on you as you saw Viktor touch his lips in shock before he made eye contact with you. You immediately stood and tried to confess, yet out of fear, you apologized.

"I'm so sorry; I didn't mean to. Viktor I reall—"

At that moment, got silent as Viktor pulled you by your arm, forcing you back down and into his lap. The silence was so loud, you were sure at this point he could hear your heartbeat, and feel the other one. Viktor gave you this look that you couldn't even explain before leaning into another kiss. This kiss felt so different from others in the past, the way his hands traced your face, how sweet the kiss felt, and the fact you could feel him under you. You fixed your position and threw your legs on both sides of him,centering yourself, your hands holding his face. His hands traveled down your body, tracing your outlines before stopping at your waist. You broke away from the Makeout to catch your breath, the fact that this was happening was pretty overwhelming. Viktor moved down your neck leaving kisses in every spot that he could, your body reacting to his every move, as your hips started to rock. There's been plenty of times you've stared at your ceiling but this time...you have never been so glad to be looking at the same o,ld ceiling.

"Vik-viktor hold on.."

You pushed yourself off of him and stood up, you helped him up and sat him on your bed. It'll be much more comfortable and more spacious than being on the floor, but you didn't have any time to say anything as you immediately went back to the sweetness of his lips that you liked so much. He pushed you onto your back and continued going down your neck, unbuttoning your shirt as he laid kisses down onto your skin, finally reaching the top of your pants, unbuckling your belting, and pulling your pants off. He looked up at you, his fingers traced around your hips and thighs holding off on actually touching you where you wanted. He really liked to see that pathetic look on your face when you couldn't get your way, he smiled before he slid his fingers in you, his thumb fooling around with your clit. He went back up, laid on his side, and continued playing with your lips as his fingers played inside of you. You moaned against his lips as you pushed your legs together trapping his hand there. Maybe being a workaholic and toying with things all day was worth it in the long run because now his fingers that usually fondle with metals,pens, and paper are now fondling with you. It didn't take long for you to have an orgasm; you've never had one that fast; maybe it was due to the built-up feelings and lust, or maybe it was just his touch. Your legs finally opened up, letting him remove his hand.

"Already..? That's disappointing.."

Viktor had this smug look on his face; if he could say more, he would, but he seemed to be holding back for now. You pushed him to lie on his back, taking a stressor off his leg. You both reached for his pants at the same time, rushing to take them off. Viktor was a very introverted person, not one to boast about what he achieved or has, but man this was something you think was reasonable to boast about. You sat on top of him; his tip, which was slightly sticking out of his underwear, was already starting to leak pre-cum. Your hand rubbed his face; your thumb found its way into his mouth; Viktor's tongue and your thumb had a short battle as he suddenly bit down on your thumb. You had a sudden and quick reaction, you withdrew your thumb and slapped him. The expected reaction was disgust or him being upset, but instead, you got a smile, and his face fell back into your hand. Viktor looked up at you that with those gorgeous amber eyes; it seemed that at, the moment, he viewed you as other-worldly.

"Shit..Viktor you're disgusting.."

You gave a soft laugh in response. "so he's one of those," was your thought process at the time; the thought of being roug,h with each other was such a turn-on; now the real question was, is he going to be rough with you? Your body continued to rub against his due to the thoughts running through your mind. Viktor laid kisses against your hands and wrist, his gaze was intense. His eyelids were low giving him this desperate look, his hands moved from yours to your hips. His grip on your hips was so tight, you were sure it would leave marks, he had pure control of how your body moved at this point. His hands made you grind against him at a slower pace than before, this annoyed you, you were already close to asking for him to fuck you point blank. Of course he did this on purpose, how else would he have fun if he couldn't see you annoyed or desperate for a feeling.

"You seem..ann-annoyed"

Viktor stuttered, it seems that his accent gets thicker in situations like this.

"I don't have time to play with you viktor.."

"Really? I have plenty."

A smart-ass just like his friend. This wasn't a joking matter for you, the hunger and need was hard to ignore or just toy with at this point. You needed Viktor bad, you needed the pleasure. You couldn't help that a few tears fell from your eyes from how annoyed you were.

"You really are that..desperate.."

Viktor seem to give in after seeing a few tears, he loosen his grip on your hips, giving you time to take his out his dick and line it up with your entrance. You were planning to go slow, but at that moment, he grabbed your hips and forced you down, and let out a loud moan. You immediately covered your mouth to try and suppress your voice, though you didn't do a very good job as your whimpers could be heard echoing off the walls. At this moment you could only hope Jayce and your other neighbors weren't home. The sounds of skin touching skin and voices harmonizing covered the room. You continued the bounce on him, hoping the roughness wouldn't leave him with any pain. He fit perfectly inside of you, as if he was made for you, rubbing against your insides. You could only hope this would go on forever as he continued hitting your G-spot. One of his hands left your hip and went to one of your hands that was on his shoulders, Picking it up and leading it to his neck, letting you know what to do.

"Vik- you're si-sick"

Even though that stumbled out of your mouth you didn't refuse. You wrapped both your hands around his neck as you continued to ride him. His reaction made you realize something about yourself you didn't think you wanted to know, adding the cherry on top of the knot in your stomach. Viktor eyes went from staring at you with such love and lust to starting to roll to the ball of his head; he seemed to be getting close,the pressure from your hands adding to the pleasure he felt from your warmth. Without any warning, you felt him coat your insides, and as a reaction, you let go of his neck. Soon after you hit your climax, it seemed like heaven on earth, the pleasure was something you've yet to experience before. The room was greeted by heavy breathing and other soft sounds. One more round wouldn't hurt..or a couple.

———

The sun shined through your bedroom window, both of you were supposed to be in the lab hours ago but decided to stay lying together. The sun shined just enough for Viktor's eyes to glow from the light, his lashes draped over his eyes in such a beautiful way. You moved your head from his arm to his chest so you didn't have to look him in the face, even though you've already seen more of each other than the average person it was still hard for you to explain what you wanted to truly tell him last night.

"V—"

"Y—"

You both called out at the same time; despite you telling him to go first afterward, he still waited for you to speak.

"Viktor, what I wanted to say last night is, I really like you and working by your side. I can't and don't want to see myself in any other place other than by your side. Cheesy I know but I seriously mean it."

Silence. Silence was who greeted you, you would've felt embarrassed if you were laying on his chest. His heart told on himself, it getting louder by the second, it was beating so fast you wouldn't be shocked if it exploded at that very moment.

"I- me too"

A few Czech words slipped out in the beginning but he just kept his answer simple, you guess his brain just went back to his native because of the situation. It was cute seeing him all nervous, something you've yet to see before. Something about the tenderness and comfort you got from each other was different from before, you never would've guessed such a quiet nerdy dude would be so...comforting and awkward.

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sunrise serenity – jmm21

your first morning with pepe, after your first night together...

genre: fluff + a little little suggestive

pairing: reader x pepe marti

warnings: hmmmm a few suggestive mentions but that's it i think

word count: 1.3k (like, exactly 1300.... kinda freaky actually)

requested: again not rlly lol but there have been asks abt more pepe stuff soooo :)

author's note: hehe a little more pepe love <33 idk thinking about waking up and seeing his gorgeous tanned back- 😶 it makes me freak a little ngl. anyway. hope u all have a lovely weekend <3 also i *just* realized that i forgot to use any spanish in this lol hope u still enjoy :)

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the room is so light, way too light, when your eyes finally flutter open. keeping them open is a constant battle, with the rays of sunlight peeking past the blinds stinging like you're staring straight into the sun itself. you just want to roll around and bury your face into the pillow underneath you, but something about the feeling of the pillow against your skin feels unfamiliar... and that's when you realize.

right. this isn't your own bed, or your own apartment – it's pepe's.

your eyes are fully open by now, butterflies waking up in the pit of your stomach as they roam across the room. seeing a pile of your boyfriend's clothes folded up on a nearby chair, the pictures of his family and friends hung up on the walls, all of the other little quirks that just scream pepe; it's all so unfamiliar, yet so comforting and heartwarming.

this isn't your first time being in this room, but it's the first time you see it in this light. the first time you wake up in this bed, the first time you're in his room at this hour of the day. you and pepe have been dating for a few months now, and you've been planning for the first time you stay overnight in his apartment for quite a while. last night, it was finally time – and you've probably never had as good of a night's sleep before in your life. from the fact that he cooked you a very fancy dinner, to the way that his fingers danced across your skin when you lied next to him in bed; everything was just perfect. and going grocery shopping together, helping each other clean the dishes, brushing your teeth side by side…

it was hard not to imagine what it would feel like to spend all your days like this. it all became so real, so domestic, and you never want to go back.

the sound of pans clinging together along with a quiet swear reaches your ears and you can't help but let out a chuckle, finally pushing yourself up to sit on the edge of the bed. you reach for the first piece of clothing you can see, which turns out to be the oversized shirt pepe wore last night, and you pull it over your head before rising from the bed. your body is still a bit sore, but the sweet aroma of pancakes meeting your nose gives you the energy to keep going.

you stop in your tracks when you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror right by pepe's bedroom door – or, more exactly, the sight of your neck.

the trail of lovebites your boyfriend left stretches from your jaw and down under the collar of your shirt, and you know you'd be met by many more if you looked underneath it. the artwork is so mesmerizing that you have to shake your head to bring yourself out of your trance, slightly embarrassed by the way your stomach flips just at the sight of some hickeys.

when you eventually make your way into the kitchen and your eyes land on your boyfriend, you almost swoon. the sight of him from behind is just gorgeous; his sweatpants hanging low on his hips and his tanned, broad back practically calling out for you to come and kiss it. you're not sure if he's heard your footsteps or if he can just sense your presence, but pepe shifts slightly after a few moments. "good morning."

"good morning," you cheer back, beginning to stroll over to him. when he looks over his shoulder and takes in the sight of you, the way the hem of his shirt reaches the middle of your thigh and your slightly messy bedhead, a little laugh slips past his lips. your eyebrows pinch together. "what?"

"nothing," he says, arm wrapping around your shoulders once you reach his side. "you're just cute, that's all."

you coo playfully at him, hand reaching up to cup the side of his face before getting on your tippytoes. pepe meets you halfway, lips sealing against yours with ease.

"slept well?" he asks when you pull apart, his hand dropping down to your hip and pulling you in closer. his other hand works on flipping the pancake in the pan, a hint of a smile on his lips as if he already knows the answer.

"really well. you?"

pepe nods before leaning his head against yours. "you were out like a light yesterday," he says with another chuckle. "i swear, the second your head hit the pillow..."

you let out a groan. "i'm sorry."

"no, don't apologize!" he interjects immediately. "we had a long day. you looked so peaceful, it was adorable." he pulls his head away, looking down at you with a grin. "seeing that calm side of you was interesting, honestly. it's a far cry from how you are when you're awake, i'll tell you that."

"hey!"

your exclaim is followed by a press of your elbow into his side, which he answers with a quick kiss to your temple. you wriggle out of his embrace, to which his eyebrows shoot up – but when he watches you push yourself up to sit atop the counter next to the stove, legs dangling from the edge and feet swinging in the air, he relaxes again.

pepe places the pancake on a plate by your side, before pouring a thin layer of batter into the pan. "do you usually have pancakes for breakfast?" you tease, biting back the smile that wants to spread across your lips when your boyfriend's free hand lands on your knee.

he shakes his head, thumb drawing circles into your skin while he spreads the batter out evenly in the pan. "i wish." there are a few moments of silence before he turns to you, a slight smirk on his face. "though, i know something i'd rather have for breakfast every morning..."

tender fingers brush a few strands of hair out of your face and behind your ear before resting right below your jaw as pepe leans in, nose nudging yours to draw out a giggle from you. and then he kisses you, his smile pressed against yours as your eyes flutter closed. your hands come up to rest on his shoulders, the feeling of his warm skin and the strong muscles beneath it sending a shiver down your spine.

pepe tastes faintly of toothpaste with just a hint of sweetness, as if he's already had a sample of a pancake. when his lips part, yours follow his lead, and you can't help the sound that leaves the back of your throat as he licks into your mouth. your arms wrap around his neck for stability and his hands reach for your waist, pulling you forward and into him.

when his kisses begin to travel along your cheek, your legs wrap around him almost out of habit. you sigh, the way his lips move down the side of your neck making your head spin. but your skin is still so sensitive, and the little whine that escapes from your mouth has him pulling back. he blinks down at you, but it doesn't take long before he understands.

one of his fingers traces along the marks he's left down your neck, a content and proud smile on his lips. "i'm sorry," he says, though you both know there's no sincerity in the apology.

"don't be, they look good," you start, leaning forward to seal your lips again. "and they felt really good, too."

the groan that vibrates from his chest has you smiling against him yet again. "you can't just say that. you're gonna have to stay over way more often now."

"deal."

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