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xplicitviewz · 2 days ago

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Pussydrunk!Choso who was more than happy when you came home after the dreadful ‘3 days and nights’

You called Choso around 2am telling him to unlock the door because you truly didn’t have the energy to find your keys in your purse when you already had to figure out which bag was yours in the trunk, and that’s after driving for almost 2 hours and dropping off 3 other people. Choso missing you so much and being the best boyfriend, immediately headed outside with just a hoodie and some sweats, and waited for the rental van he saw you and your friends leave in pull up.

When it did, he offered to finish the drive for the remainder of your friends home, seeing you all were hungover and tired but the last two decline saying they would be sleepover one of their houses so they can return to rental in the morning together.

Choso helped you with your bags while you said bye to your friends, his mood is instantly lit up, and he all of a sudden feels more energetic. Watching you smile and wave bye made him happy because he knew you were coming to lay right next to him.

When you finally got in the house, you immediately went and snuggled into his arms, as he wrapped them around your frame, holding you tight. “Missed you Cho.” You mumble sleepily, “and my neck hurts from driving.” You look up at him, resting your chin on his chest.

“That’s because you never drive, shoulda told me, I would’ve went there just to drive for you.” He kisses your head. “I’m so sleepy,” you rest your head on him again.

While you showered, Choso unpacked your bags, putting the dirty clothes in the laundry basket, putting your skin care and makeup bag on your vanity, and putting your shoes away. He fluffed your pillows and took off his hoodie waiting for you to get out. He knows how tired you are and wants you to be relaxed and comfortable.

But here’s the thing, it’s been 3 days….oh yeah and nights. 3 long dreadful days he had gone without you, without feeling you, without tasting you. One thing about Choso, he’s an eater. He’ll just randomly start eating you out, doesn’t matter what time it is or what you’re doing (of course at home but it’s happened in public too). And don’t let you be lying down on the bed just minding your business.

It’s gotten to the point where he doesn’t even tell you anymore because you’ll want to freshen up, and him personally, he doesn’t like that. You on the other hand, mind it but Choso soon makes you forget about it.

When you got out the shower and laid down next to Choso, you gave him the biggest kiss before lying along him. Choso was lying on his back, his arm around you, with a raging boner from just thinking about your pussy. He shifts his body to face you giving you another kiss, and another, and another.

Moving to your neck slowly leaving you kisses. “Cho, m’sleepy.” You mumble with a small smile. “Just wanna eat you baby, been so long. Lemme help you relax yea?” He kisses the skin on your neck, lifting the oversized shirt of his you were wearing. His fingers trail along your breast, softly tugging at your nipple, causing you to whimper. He swore he almost came from just that.

Choso moves his lips from your neck to your hardened nipple, lightly sucking on it while looking up at you, his other hand pumping your boob in his hand. He feels your skin grow hot while he teases you. Your stomach rises and falls feeling his touch on you. As much as you try to ignore the wetness pooling in your panties, you can’t. Especially not when his fingers are gliding down your stomach ever so lightly.

You gasp lightly when he reaches right above your underwear, still sucking and swirling his tongue around your nipples, humming softly against your skin. “Cho,” you drag out as your eyes close trying to steady your breathing. Feeling his touch on your body ignites something every single time. “Hmm?” He responds still sucking on your boobs, biting very lightly on your nipple. He knows you’re tired and he wants to make this as comfortable and relaxing as possible. One of his hands still pumping your other boob in his hand, feeling the plushness of your skin and the other teasing you by tracing along your the hem of your underwear.

He leaves a few marks on your boob before moving to the other, “Just relax baby, close your eyes, lemme help you sleep better.” He murmurs, his tongue flicking your perked up nipple, before wrapping his soft lips around it, moaning into your skin.

You push your chest out on instinct as he sucks, switching his hand to pump your other boob. His tongue swirls around the bud as he sucks in more and more skin. You barely open your eyes to see his staring right at you, taking in everything. His fingers slip down to your panties, brushing lightly over your clothed clit, sliding down to your entrance where it was damp from your arousal.

Choso moans at the touch of your warmth and the expression you made, the small gasp you let out. He sucks your nipple a bit more before moving down your chest, leaving soft kisses and gentle nips all over your stomach, whining every time he pressed against his throbbing leaky cock when he moved down your body. He couldn’t hold himself back anymore, he needed you in his mouth.

“S-stop teasing.” You whisper squirming your hips. “Mmm not teasing,” he kisses your belly button, moving down, “tryna help you feel good.” Choso gets between your legs, lying on his stomach. Whimpering at the little spot on your panties he was surprised he can make out in the dark room. He grinds his bulge into the bed below him, his eyes rolling, “ f-fuck baby.”

He spreads your legs resting them on his shoulder before pressing kisses to your pussy. Your hips squirm in his face as he licks you through your underwear. “Ohh Cho please.” You lazily beg, your head pushing down in the pillows. “I know, just, I missed you, wanna take my time.” He sucks your clit through the wet fabric. You suck in a breath, whimpering when he moans around you. Your hand find his, trailing up above your thighs and holding you down in a way where he could let you squirm but not close your legs.

He continues to wet up the fabric, making sure to trace every inch of your pussy with the tip of his tongue, adding pressure on your sensitive spots. It was as if he was going to draw your pussy from memory. To be real, he knows your pussy from memory. His hands trail back down and under you, pulling off your panties slowly. Choso humps the bed watching your arousal stick to your underwear, his eyes dilating when he sees your pussy drooling out slowly, winking at him.

He wraps his arms around under your thighs, scooting you closer to him before he takes a breath, breathing you in. His eyes roll as he presses his dick into the bed. Barely even got started and he’s about to cum in his pants. “Baby please, need your mouth please, you got me so worked up.” You whimper squirming in his hold as the cold air hits your clit.

“Shhh baby you supposed to be going to sleep.” He kisses your clit, the warmth of his lips soothing you before blowing on it. Your hips jerk as you whine from the contrast. Choso licks his lips pressing more into the bed, moaning at your taste, it’s so addictive. His tongue strides up your wet slit to your clit, scooping more in his mouth.

Just like that, it was over. As if he was a vampire tasting blood for the first time. He held your thighs down and got to work. 3 days and nights, long time without you. Choso stuck his tongue in your hole in and out, in and out, lapping all your juices. He had to remind himself this is for you to relax, not for you to get energy. He honestly doesn’t want to fuck, he just wants to eat. Humping the bed for him to cum was more than enough.

His mouth moves to your clit, flicking his tongue gently up and down, side to side, clockwise, and opposite. Moaning as he hears your arousal seep out more. The lewd squelchy sound is his favorite. Your eyes are shut closed as you are held down, moaning desperately. Rocking your hips as he’s licking up and down your entrance, “shit baby, feels so good.”

He hums and moans against you, his eyes half-lidded as his keeps grinding into the bed, totally getting off to this. You thighs tremble slightly at the vibrations and your hands find his messy hair and pull. Chose moans louder, lapping his tongue around your clit with his lips around sucking softly.

Your legs tense up as you feel the pressure build up. “Cho, m’gonna cum soon, please, don’t stop, please, need it.” You moan your back arching as you tug his locks, pressing his face down more. Choso moves his tongue faster, adding just one finger and fucking you lazy with it, you clench tightly around his finger coating him with your essence. Your eyes roll back and you bite your lips.

“Taste so good, I’m not done yet. Cum all you need to baby, I still need more.” He kisses your pussy again before going back at it. Adding another finger he slowly curls them and scissors them inside you. You let out a louder moan as you cum out of no where.

He continues to lap around your clit, and thrust his fingers slowly riding out the high, taking his fingers out and spreading your pussy to lap up your cum. Moaning at the taste, grunting from grinding into the bed. His own legs are shaking as he feels his dick throb more, feels the leaky mess he made on his thighs. You are squirming in his hold, trying to close your legs but he isn’t letting you move an inch. Pulling your body closer he stuff his face fully, his nose hitting your clit while his tongue fucks your hole, moving his bead for more pressure.

“Baby f-fuck Chooo, p-please, I’m gonna cum again.” You whimper feeling the overstimulation he was giving you. You prop yourself up on your elbows, your own eyes half-lidded as you watch him eat- no devour you full with his eyes closed, moaning and humping the bed. He clearly was lost in you.

Your legs tremble as your head falls back when he sucks on your clit, adding 2 fingers and fucking you faster than before. Choso feels his orgasm about to bit but he wants you to cum first, again. He moves his hips into the bed faster, whining at the intensity, moaning at the feeling of you coating his fingers, at the taste of you in his mouth.

“Oh-nnggh- Ch-Cho- cummi-fuck- cumming baby I’m cu-o-ooh.” You whined out, as your hips jerk in his face, his tongue still moves as he desperately humps the bed feeling his own release coming too.

He moans loudly into you, spilling his warm load in his sweats, when you clench tightly around his fingers, your walls fluttering as he imagined how it’ll feel around his cock. Choso opens his eyes to see you sprawled on the bed, one hand holding the pillow next to you and the other pumping your boob as he continues to clean you up, more slowly.

He parts his mouth, leaving a kiss after, “she missed me too.” He smugly smirks watching you roll your tired eyes.

After choso cleaned you up, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up from his own mess and came back, you were out cold. Choso smiles and lays next to you, holding you close and kissing your temple before drifting off to sleep himself.

*not proofread*

Part 1

Ex-husband!Eren

Needed to do a part 2 😌😌😌

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rottenk1sses · 22 hours ago

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craving something with a stalker/obsessive reader who perchance doesn’t go outside, doesn’t go to Stanford but manages to show up everywhere on campus, perhaps with Art…perhaps…he catches them in his dorm inhaling his gross, sweaty boxers <333

I’m just saying if I had that chance I’d take it

cw (18+) : reader being obsessive, stalker behavior, boxer sniffing/unintentional scent kink(?)

you rarely leave your place, let alone are particularly enthralled tennis, but there was something so compelling about that mop of blonde curls and that pretty, boyish smile that kept popping up all over social media.

there was an erotic sort of dance to each of his movements on the court—his body tensing and shaking and sweating and beating with every swing of his racket and step of his feet. you became ensnared in his appeal. like a rabbit with its foot caught in a trap; you couldn’t really be blamed, could you? it was him who started it.

so you began slipping your way into the cracks of his life.

following people on social media that he followed, liking their posts, noting the places that he was tagged as being at and individuals he was tagged as associating with, journeying frequently to campus in hopes of catching sight of him.

one thing lead to another, the days went by, and you eventually had his schedule memorized. leaving his dorm by 9:30 AM for classes, lunch at the cafe on campus after his first lecture (usually with patrick zweig) (12:45 PM), more classes, training/practice with the college tennis team at the outdoor courts—only when it’s warm enough (otherwise he’ll go to the indoor ones), dinner at the dining hall, and then back to his place by 9:15 PM. it was easy to track him, he wasn’t necessarily super self-aware. he looked so pretty when he was blissfully strolling the sidewalks around town, tucking strands of his golden hair behind his ear like he was some shy teenage girl in a romcom. he was just so lovely..

so you used his schedule. you broke into his dorm when he was out for dinner and shoved your hands deep into his laundry basket. you ground your clothed arousal into the carpet, pulling out a pair of his boxers and shoving the crotch into your nose—inhaling his musk and the smell of something akin to a wet-dream. sticky and primal and dirty and clotted with sweetness. “fuck,” you’d murmured, resisting the urge to lick a stripe over the fabric, your other hand down the front of your bottoms, rubbing and pawing at your ache, “oh, art.. fucking god, you smell so—“

but it ended quicker than you’d have liked. it was only 8:34 PM when the jingling of his keys rang through your ears. you were supposed to have been allowed more time than only a few minutes to indulge your sick mind, but he came back early for unexplained reasons. there was nowhere for you to hide; no vacant closet, no elevated bed, nothing. he was inside before you even had time to pull the bunched underwear from your face and your fingers out from inside you.

the look on his face when he froze up in his own doorway was something so captivating—flushed cheeks and parted lips and wide eyes. his gaze fell to your hunched body on the floor and his briefs in your clutches. he swallowed around a broken yelp. bit down on the inside of his cheek as his chin wobbled.

and, truthfully, it might have been easier to get over him back then if he hadn’t obviously started to get hard the moment he processed what was going on. you’d watched the look of shock on his face morph into embarrassment as the front of his joggers twitched and shifted. it was like there was a swell of piercing cognitive dissonance rising in his gut, giving him an erection when he knew he should have been afraid or nervous—you weren’t sure what about the situation got him so suddenly worked up.

maybe he was just as sick as you, you’d thought back in that moment.

he’d proved it himself when he closed the door behind him, trapping you in there, when the natural response would have been to call campus security and berate you for your conduct. he’d closed the door, fell down to your level with buckling knees, and whispered one disturbingly perfect phrase:

“i won’t tell anyone if you let me touch you.”

#cw obsessive behavior #cw stalking #take this as my apology for not being active on this sideblog in days (weeks?) i don’t remember how long its been but i know its been a bit #asks.#art donaldson smut #art donaldson x reader #art donaldson x you

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husbandjoel · 3 days ago

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daddy daycare | tommy miller

3 times tommy miller put himself out there +1 time it got him a date.

pairing: au single!dad tommy miller x daycare assistant fem!oc - oc is referred to as sugar.

trigger warning: bad language, bad flirting, oc is a massive flirt!! obvious intentions, age gap (oc is younger but not a questionable younger), kissing, family loss, grieving and death. sexual themes but no smut, tommy is an ass man through and through, a bit of a spit kink briefly mentioned - word for word the scene in sinners ifykyk

word count: 5.1k

a/n: this is not proofread thoroughly!! love u maria but i had to kill u off for the plot. mwah u can come back as soon as i post this. this is still set in jackson post!outbreak. i personally froth at the mouth at the idea of single dad, tommy miller trying to get back out there after the love of his life passed away

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Grief was immeasurable. There was no limitations to the pain felt in your bones when you presumed you had defeated the steep hill to overcoming the emotions of losing someone close in your life. It lurked in corners, in the distance and crept up on you unexpectedly, disorientating your composure for awhile to mourn the emptiness and refusal to acknowledge that the sound of the person's voice would slowly be forgotten the less you heard it.

Grief found Tommy Miller under dirty diapers, burp cloths and spit up on every single shoulder of his button downs.

Maria Miller had passed away unexpectedly two months after giving birth to their son, Benjamin Miller. Leaving no time for Tommy Miller to process her death as he was fully fledged to navigating through newfound fatherhood — Benjamin counted on him.

Sometimes, he'd find himself sucking in a sharp breath when Benjamin opened his eyes after sleeping peacefully in Tommy's arms. Maria Miller staring right back at him; making his shoulders shake, cheeks wet from tears as he allowed Benjamin to grab onto his finger with his minuscule hand.

His face crazed, as he bounced his screaming baby, speaking to his brother over the wails, "You think I should cut a hole in my top an' stick the bottle through? So, he thinks it's a breast?"

Joel Miller shook his head, large hands offering to take the baby who quietened down as he hushed him against his chest.

"He can feel your anxiety, Tommy." Joel informed, "It's OK to feel that, jus' don't think he needs fed every time he cries. I found that out real quick with Sarah."

Tommy felt like a failure. He had boasted about his helping hand when Sarah Miller was a babe. Assuring Maria, whilst her belly swelled through the seasons, that he had parenting locked in and he had every confidence that he would know exactly what to do in every situation.

He was the opposite of what he had said.

He had no idea what he was doing.

With time, and a few silent meltdowns at three in the morning as Benjamin Miller cried, Tommy started to get the hang of being a single parent. With each month, came a new hurdle, one he had to adapt to quickly with the help of his older brother Joel with some experience with children under his belt.

Before he could settle into the so-called 'newborn bubble' everyone had spoken about, Tommy blinked and Benjamin Miller was a walking, comprehensible — to a certain degree — two and a half year old. A carefree boy, who knew only the bounds of the Jackson Commune and smiled like his mother when he felt the pure innocence of joy.

They were a team. And Tommy adored him. Despite the extra grey hairs that had sprouted in his wake.

Taking the time to mingle back into the community, Tommy had found the itch to get back on Patrol. Joel and him had, had an in depth debate about the gravity of Tommy leaving his two year old toddler behind the safety of the walls in search of trouble. Softened over the years, Joel had a surprising approach of disagreement to Tommy's stance. Suggesting it'd be best to withhold from a risky job and stick to the mundane jobs to save Benjamin from becoming an orphan.

Without question, Tommy Miller — naturally — went against his brother's advice and he was ordered Patrol duty the week after their talk.

"Don't come cryin' to me in the afterlife when Maria smacks you round the head." Joel had said with crossed arms and a gruffer tone than his usual.

"Yeah, yeah." Tommy waved his comment off, "Don't you worry, your little head. Benjamin is signed up for the daycare on Main Street when I'm on the job."

The Crayon Commanders, it was called. A little cheesed out in the name, but it was the only Daycare in town despite the growing population of children being introduced back into the civilisation the Jackson Commune had built.

Tommy had no doubt in the capability of Ms. Maeve, the teacher in charge and her capable team of assistants.

The first introduction was albeit brief but changed the trajectory of Tommy Miller’s lone wolf mentality.

He found himself frantically banging on the door for the Crayon Commanders glass panelled door — one he had actually fitted alongside Joel — the bitter air catching his breath, his gloved hand pulling at Benjamin's as the kid tried to run off to a nearby puddle.

"C'mon, c'mon." He mumbled, bouncing on the balls of his feet. Quick to peer round the side to check for any teacher in the playground, Tommy kissed his teeth when he returned to the front door. His prayers being answered as he squinted to see a body approaching.

He saw her eyes first. Behind large framed glasses, the darkest shade of brown and wide from worry, the woman unlocked the door, pushing it open; her pretty lips parted enough to catch a glimpse of her teeth as she stared between Tommy and his son.

Holy shit. She was an angel.

"Mr. Miller?" How the hell she knew his name and he didn't even recognise her face was a topic for another time. Her voice laced with worry as she pulled at the cardigan that had slipped down her bare shoulder, skin nipped by the Wyoming winter.

"'M sorry, ma'am. I really hate to ask this of y'all, but you see, I've been unexpectedly called on duty for this mornin's patrol." Tommy gestured to the walls of their Commune, "I'd ask my brother to take Benji here but—"

She waved a hand to stop him.

"You wanna split the waffles with me for breakfast, Benji?"

"Sip." The toddler states. "Sip, Sugar."

"Yep. I got syrup." Sugar hummed and took Benjamin in by his shoulders. She met Tommy's glazed eyes as Benjamin did a celebratory bounce. "I'll take good care of him."

"Thank you, baby. Thank you from the bottom of my heart." Tommy patted his chest.

When Tommy returned to collect Benjamin, Joel had mentioned he wanted to see his nephew and tagged along. The towns babies bottle-necked as they poured out the front door, flat footed as they raced to the open embrace of their caregivers.

The two brothers craned their necks to find Benjamin. The daycare wasn't exactly teeming with hundreds of kids as of yet, people had been too fearful and headstrong to bring a kid to raise up in a world where the Outbreak had taken the simplicity of their uncomplicated lives before. Jackson Hole, Wyoming was slowly changing that. So, when Benjamin didn't rush out, in true brotherly fashion: their brows furrowed in unison.

Hand tugged, Sugar exited the Daycare with Benjamin Miller pulling at her, incoherent but she presumed 'Joel-Joel' was the brooding salt and pepper haired male standing shoulder to shoulder with Benjamin's father. Jackson Commune was relatively small, but she hadn't acquainted everybody in the town.

Little hand slipping from her grasp, he took off into his father's arms, before reaching one arm over and pulling at his uncle's neck to bring him in for the family hug.

It warmed her heart.

Her hands clasped, she respected Benjamin's wishes to introduce herself to his uncle, regardless of the intimate moment between family members that she was encroaching on by watching so closely. As they pulled back — Joel tickling his nephew's armpit — all eyes went to her.

Without missing a beat, Sugar leant forward, hand extended, "You must be the infamous Joel-Joel." She stepped back once Joel shook her hand, "Benjamin dotes on you. The both of you, actually."

"I am his favourite uncle." Joel affirmed.

Tommy drawled, "You're his only uncle." He looked toward Sugar, eyes crinkling as she picked up on the humour, "Thank you again for takin' him in so early. I know y'all are busy here at the Daycare with all these terrors runnin' round your ankles."

"It's nothing, really." Sugar waved him off, "Benjamin is my favourite — we keep that to ourselves, though."

The blood pumped through Tommy's chest as he blinked at Sugar leaning forward to give his son a low-five in which he aced with accuracy. He swallowed hard enough, he thought he might've swallowed his tongue. Eyes drifting to Joel, he noticed his brother side-eyeing him from his peripheral, not missing the slight quirk at the corner of Joel's lips.

He hated his brother sometimes.

Adjusting Benjamin on his hip, a grunt escaping his lips in the process, Tommy spoke freely, "Well. I jus' think you might be our favourite too."

There was a glint in her eye when he said that.

Chin tucked into her shoulder, she verbalised her gratitude, "You flatter me, Mr. Miller."

"Tommy—Please."

Joel felt sick watching them.

"Tommy." His name sounded so sweet on her tongue. He had to snap out of it. She continued, "Well, I'll be heading in. It was nice to meet you Mr. Miller—" She was referring to Joel who grunted in return, "Show your dad the drawing you did when you get home, Benji!"

She waved them off, turning on her heel, not missing the toddler that ran full force into her leg to give her a hug before running off again. Tommy watched her figure sway, eyes caught drifting south on her.

Joel was quick to clear his throat.

Tommy began to walk with Benjamin still in his arms, "What?" He asked when his brother shook his head in dismay.

"You're a dog, Tommy Miller."

The second occasion that Tommy Miller bumped into the Daycare Assistant, Sugar, was on his way for a briefing before the morning patrol. OK, it wasn't by coincidence that he happened to be in the right place at the right time for them to cross paths again. Tommy partially knew of the schedule she ran on, fleeting glances of her entering the Crayon Commanders building prior to open at the exact same time every morning.

Their last encounter had left him craving just a little bit more. Fearful it may come into a full Sugar-addiction, Tommy hesitated time and time again when his morning patrol aligned with her routine mornings. Often pacing in the snow before trudging away feeling rather sheepish as he muttered self-depreciation under his breath.

The thought of dating again after Maria Miller, the love of his life, had been such a far off concept that hadn't crossed his mind. She was his soulmate, bonded for life with the evidence of their devotion to each other in the form of Benjamin Miller.

But, what he was doing wasn't exclusively dating. Right?

He was familiarising himself with Benjamin's Daycare Assistant that he hadn't met prior to his drop-offs and pick-ups.

And, there he was, snow kicked beneath his boots as he slowed down past the one colourful building in all of Main Street. A one story building, but it stuck out like a sore thumb with its vast array of colours.

He saw her first.

Boxes stacked so high that Sugar had to peer round the side to mind her step, she struggled to keep them balanced as she walked across the street. Blatant that she had overestimated her skills in balancing and co-ordinating steps in the snow, Sugar swore at herself, a few paintbrushes and glue sticks for their Arts and Crafts day, falling from the opened box at the top.

Being the man who couldn't rest until his — as Joel had mocked — Help-O-Meter was fulfilled, Tommy rushed over, gloved hands dipped in the snow to pick up the runaway items. Plus, it gave him the conviction to finally speak to her.

"Oh!" Sugar twisted her head to see Tommy Miller picking up her pieces, "Gosh, you don't have to do that. I would've just come back out."

Tommy shook his head, "Now that just wouldn't be so gentleman of me."

Sugar smiled, "Well, consider you the upmost gentleman I've met. Thank you, Mr. Miller."

"I thought we weren't on formalities—I got them, baby." Tommy feigned hurt in his Southern drawl, as he took the boxes from Sugar.

"Slip of the tongue. I mean, my name isn't even Sugar — the kids just call me that." Sugar explained as she fumbled in her pocket for the keys to the door, mumbling an apology for making Tommy wait with the boxes, "I'm the one that gives them treats at Snack Time. Suppose it's easier for two year olds to say that than my name." She spoke her name out and Tommy raised his brows.

A pretty name for a pretty woman.

"Well, I'd like to think they call you Sugar for more reasons than the sweet treats you give 'em." The door unlocked and he gestured for her to go in out of the cold first. Eyes drifting downward as she walked by him.

"It's definitely the sweet treats." Sugar insisted. The back of her neck felt hot at the obvious compliment Tommy Miller threw her way. Sugar thrived on praise.

She turned back to face him, a knowing smirk gracing her lips as she caught the end part of Tommy's eyes flitting upward to her face. Hands out, she took one box off of the stack, placing it down on her desk, the motion signalling Tommy to do the same with the three others.

"Thank you, again." Sugar jutted a hip out as she huffed a breath, hands on her waist.

"Anytime." Tommy pulled the edges of his gloves to readjust them back onto his fingers, "I'll be takin' leave. Got Patrol this mornin'."

"Oh, then all the more reason for you to have just walked on by. I apologise if I've made you late!" She wasn't really, she was glad — but she had to remain somewhat professional.

"Nonsense. I was gonna make myself late anyway, wanted to speak to you n' all." He was an honest man, with honest intentions. Tommy clicked his tongue, "Well—Have a good day with them terrors."

Sugar followed him to the front door, "I'll see you around, Tommy."

"I'll make sure of it."

The third time was out of office hours.

After Tommy bid farewell after their brief meeting at the dawn of the day, he spent the rest of the day internally crucifying himself the longer he thought about his actions. He still wore his wedding band from the day that he and Maria swore themselves to each other. The gold caught his eye in the bright winter sun, taking it as a sign from Maria that he needed to reel himself back in.

He deserved to be happy. Tommy wouldn't deny himself the emotion. But, he was sure he could find pockets of happiness in other aspects of his life, rather than chatting up Benjamin's gorgeous Daycare Assistant.

Hypothetically, he was still a married man.

From then on, Tommy avoided Sugar like the plague, or rather, the Cordyceps virus. Before he could get roped in, if he saw her, he'd simply turn in the other direction. And, during Drop-Off and Pick-Ups, there was no such thing as dillydallying in the hopes he could see her; maybe catch her perfumed skin that had sent him reeling.

Tommy Miller was dedicated to his son. And, in turn, that meant to his deceased wife. The last thing he wanted to do, was disappoint her with his sloppy actions toward another woman.

After some monotonous construction work, Tommy and Joel hit the Tipsy Bison, — Benjamin in Jesse's company for a few hours —their backs ached as they sat on the barstools, waving Seth down for a dram to aid the dull ache. Neither brothers were as agile as they once were.

Sarah Miller would've reminded them of that.

A couple of whiskies in, Joel had retired for the night, mentioning that he was going to try make amends with Ellie Williams on the way back.

The drams not touching the sides for Tommy, he ordered up another, nodding at Seth as he took a large sip; kissing his teeth as it burned his throat on the way down. He sat, clinking the half empty glass, his mind elsewhere.

"Mr Miller." It came out so silky from her lips. It got Tommy's ears perking at the tone, his posture straightening as he turned his head to see Sugar smiling back at him. Fuck. "Can I sit?"

For a mere moment, he thought she meant his lap. She looked at the empty barstool that Joel once occupied and Tommy swallowed, nodding with his hand out to help her up. Her expression gleeful as she took her hand away from his calloused one, body turned to the bar as she watched Seth stalk back and forth, tending to all customers.

It may have been the whiskey hitting him all at once, but Tommy's self-control fell short when he held his gaze on her side-profile. Brown eyes drifting down every feature he could see from the side, his eyes dropping lower to her figure that was perched upon the cushioned stool. Her bra strap had fallen down her shoulder, and he couldn't help himself licking his lips as he watched her thumb and forefinger drag the red strap back up, a soft 'snap' against her supple skin close to her décolletage.

Her soft looking lips pressed against the glass that Seth had given her ordered beverage in, a trickle of condensation dripping down her chin, sliding down the length of her neck before she took a napkin and dabbed it away.

If Tommy could've bit down on his knuckles he would've.

So, he settled for taking his hand and rubbing it against the stubble of his face.

"Busy with work?" Sugar asked after a few minutes of silence. She didn't seem hurt by his avoidance, then again, his only intentions that she had seen were some shameless flirting.

"You could say that." Tommy shrugged. Man, he needed another drink. "How 'bout you, baby?" He waved Seth down.

Sugar hummed into her drink, "No rest for the wicked." She paused, "I love my job, though."

Tommy chuckled, "I can tell. Don't you worry."

They continued to talk for two drinks on Sugar's behalf, Tommy quick to flash his vouchers to Seth to pay. She was sweet on him, tactile when conversing, her eyes feigned innocence to her act as she pulled at the cherry stem from her drink, with her mouth.

Having to bite the inside of his cheek, Tommy narrowed his eyes at her, talking with his expression for her to behave with her flirtations.

Once finished and a little more tipsy but nothing she couldn't handle, Sugar called it quits with the drink; Tommy quick to offer to walk her home since it was dark. The Jackson Commune wasn't distrustful, but that didn't stop Tommy from maintaining obvious protection.

Arm linked in Tommy's, they walked the empty streets in silence. Sugar staring up at the bright stars, her face showing peaceful content in that moment as she swayed lightly from the buzz from the alcohol in her system. Hands in his denim jacket pockets, Tommy scuffed the stones from beneath his feet, blowing hot air out of his mouth to watch the cold snatch it into a little fog cloud.

He fell into it so easily with Sugar and that doomed feeling crept up the back of his neck — quick to push it down until alone.

"Say," He started in ordinance to distract himself, "D'ya think you could ask Ms. Maeve to write down a summary of anythin' Benji had been shown and learnt when I'm off on a longer Patrol? With him sometimes stayin' with Joel, that old man can't remember half the things Benji shows him. . . I wanna be as involved as I can be with his learnin'."

"Oh, sure. I could even tell you, verbatim. As the assistant in the toddler room, I have to know the daily schedule for the kids." She halted at a home, presumably hers, the porch dimly lit. "Please, just ask at any time."

Tommy felt like he could fall in love with her. That sick feeling in his stomach that he was told were damn 'butterflies' but he chose to call them moths, as it felt like they were eating away at his stomach. His lungs expanding to take in a deep breath, something so simple about her passion for the kids made it harder for him to stick to his word about finding pockets of happiness in other aspects of life rather than love.

Because, he had already found it. He'd be greedy to ask for it again.

Ignoring the pit forming in his stomach, Tommy shifted on his feet as Sugar continued to gloat about the toddlers in Crayon Commanders.

"You free this Sunday?" He asked.

Sugar nodded, "Sure. That's the best time as I'll have the fresh schedule for that week."

"No, baby." Tommy let out a hearty laugh, "I meant for the New Years' Dance."

Sugar's face lit up.

"You're saving a dance for me, Mr. Miller?"

"I will if you stop that formalities." Tommy pointed a finger at her sternly, feeling his cheeks hot.

Sugar showed a smile, acting coy as she waved a hand at him, "OK—OK. Stop flirtin' with me. I'd love to go with you, Tommy."

"Alrigh'. Goodnight, sweetheart." He might've followed that with a kiss if he didn't have a shred of impulse control. Sugar bid him goodnight and stalked down the short pathway to her front door — Tommy's eyes going to where they had been going each time Sugar walked away from him.

He was starting to think Joel Miller was right about him.

As punctual as ever, Tommy Miller arrived at Sugar's doorstep in his best button down and jeans accessorised with his favourite buckle. Hair washed away sweat and residue from the afternoon Patrol, he rid his hands of any bloodshed and replaced them with a bouquet of flowers for his date. He had knocked thrice on her door, looking back onto the street to admire the construction work he had done on the house across from hers. He didn't recall fixing Sugar's house, but that thought soon distanced from his mind when the front door creaked open to reveal the warmth of the glow within.

Sugar had the door opened wide, her glasses pushed the bridge of her nose as she grinned at Tommy Miller with flowers in his hand. Flowers just for her.

"Don't you look dapper." She complimented in a teasing tone and Tommy looked down at his attire and back up — it was hard to wear nice clothes after the Outbreak. Nevertheless, he made an effort and Sugar's heart swelled for him.

In a simple long-sleeved grey tee and jeans, herself, Tommy thought she looked damn near perfect. If not better than perfect.

Floundering like a fish out of water, Tommy coughed, and handed Sugar the flowers.

"I didn't get you anything." Sugar tutted.

Tommy huffed a laugh, "You're givin' me your time and that's as good as it'll get for me."

"Your mama raised you sweet, huh?" Sugar sung. She couldn't help grin from ear to ear before telling Tommy to wait whilst she grabbed a vase and stuck the flowers in. She took his arm that he offered when she returned, the pair spoke effortlessly, finding more in common than anticipated.

He held the door to the Church open, the warm lights brightening her glowing features, the scene reflective in her glasses. Heads turned to welcome them, Tommy noticing his brother mingling, their eyes met and Joel gave him a subtle nod.

The dance came into full swing after Tommy and Sugar retrieved some drinks, fingers picked at the variety of food brought in for the potluck. They had resided in a corner of the Church, knees knocked together as their feet tapped to the music.

"You know some line dancin'?" Tommy asked over the music.

Sugar shook her head, "No, it looks pretty simple to me though." She looked back to Tommy who was already looking at her, "Why? Are you going to ask me to dance?"

"If it so pleases you, my lady."

Hand slipped into his, Sugar stood.

"I thought you'd never ask."

He tried his damn best to teach Sugar some two-step line dancing moves but turns out, some people were just born with two left feet. She wobbled, stepped on Tommy's pinky toe a handful of times and forgot the dance, leaving Tommy with deep laughter lines next to his eyes.

"OK. How 'bout we just dance together." Tommy insisted after the heel of Sugar's foot met his pinky-toe for the fifth time. Not awaiting an answer, Tommy pulled her in by her waist, positioning them both to dance, "I've got you, baby."

Sugar giggled — making Tommy swoon — as she followed Tommy's lead around the dance floor.

Their closeness furthered as the band began to string out a slow-paced song, Sugar smiled against Tommy's chest as she leant her head to listen to the thrum of his heart. It thumped quickly against her eardrum and she closed her eyes, feeling content at where they were. Tommy, chin rested atop her head, started to see the groups of eyes on them whilst they swayed on the dance floor. Mouths leaning to ears to share a whisper, Tommy swallowed at the idea that they were speaking about him.

Perhaps they also thought he was doing a disservice to his late wife who built the Jackson Commune from the ground up.

Then came her touch. Warmth spread across his skin wherever she touched, fingertips rubbing across the fabric of his flannel making him look down at her. It pulled him from the inner turmoil, the clouded presumptions cleared as she smoothed the deep wrinkle of worry between his brows.

“Whatever you think they are thinking, they’re not, Tommy.” She read him like a book. On their first date, of all.

“‘M sorry.” He mumbled close to her, a frown capturing his features once again. “Jus’ don’t want them thinkin’ I’m a lousy father. A son without a mother and I’m here dancin’.”

Sugar acknowledged his concern, “Well—Imagine what they think about the Daycare Assistant getting all cosy with Tommy Miller. I bet I’m a real floozy in their eyes if it ever crossed their mind that you’re a lousy father.”

“You are far from a floozy, Sugar.”

“Then it’s even.” Sugar squeezed his hand, “You’re not a lousy father if I’m not a floozy.”

“Touché.”

“I mean it.” She was serious, the most serious her tone had been. “You’re as present as a widowed-father can be. Trust me. Very few parents ask for a weekly round-up of their kids’ schedule so they can transition it into the days they spend at home with them. Does that shout lousy to you?”

“No, ma’am.”

Sugar triumphed as Tommy dropped his hand to the small of her back, “Then don’t let me hear you say it again.”

Tommy pulled an expression of hilarity at her sternness. It had taken him by surprise how effortlessly she whipped her usual kind and tender personality for a combative one to put Tommy Miller and his self-deprecation in place. He found it incredibly attractive, alongside the subtle praise that came with her chastising.

His body felt hot when he stared at her. Like, really stared at her. A beaming vision of true womanhood. Strong-headed and confident in the knowledge of what she wanted: which was Tommy Miller.

He dipped his head so his lips ghosted the shell of her ear, “Wanna take leave?”

“For the second time, Tommy Miller—” Sugar released herself from his grip, her eyelids heavy and Tommy was not born a fool to her antics, she began to saunter away, finger curling in an ushering motion, “I’d thought you would never ask.”

Bonus:

Their first kiss had depth to it. His large palms trailed over ever aspect of her body before they settled on her hips, a low hum coming from the back of his throat as she leant into his touch, chest pressed to his for closeness. Tommy couldn't help prevent a smug smile appear as they continued their kiss, Sugar pausing it for a moment to raise a brow at his smile.

"Are you going smug on me, Mr. Miller?" She hushed her tone, fingers threaded at the hair at the nape of his neck.

Tommy shook his head, between pecks he mumbled, "I told you to stop calling me Mr. Miller."

"Yes—" Sugar agreed, slender index finger against Tommy's lips to stop him from kissing her lips off. In turn, he pressed a gentle kiss to it. "—But, I've seen the way it makes you blush."

This had Tommy chuckling, finger removed from his mouth, he resumed their kiss, hands sliding to the meat of her thighs, quick to hike her up around his waist as she squealed into his mouth.

Her house was considerably smaller than Tommy's — she notably didn't have a husband and kids — and it took nothing but three strides across the room before Tommy turned on the spot and planted himself on her couch; Sugar remained atop his lap, their kiss not broken.

He could feel his heart stammering as her softer hands rubbed at his chest. Tommy Miller was in tranquillity, hands rested and occasionally squeezing at Sugar's backside, the shorts of her pyjamas she had changed into upon their arrival at her home, had ridden up in her position so he could feel the crease where her cheek met her thighs.

Actions halted, the two pulled apart, still close enough to feel their quickened breaths.

Tommy blinked at the sight of Sugar, his thumb coming to swipe the corner of her mouth where spit was trickling down.

"You droolin', baby?" He asked, his thumb moving back over her swollen lips where she parted them to take his thumb in; teeth nipped at the skin which took Tommy by surprise.

She smiled as he removed his thumb with a 'pop', nodding to his question. "Yeah—You want some?"

A beat not going a miss, Tommy Miller eagerly nodded, a primitive grunt leaving his mouth as he manoeuvred the pair, his back hitting the cushions of the base of the couch.

Thanking his lucky stars for the patrol member that he took shift from.

#🔖 koolie writes #tommy miller #tommy miller fic #tommy miller x fem!oc #tommy miller imagine #the last of us fic #tlou fic #the last of us #tlou #joel miller #pedro pascal #gabriel luna

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koenigsdossier · 1 day ago

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Pervert König

König had a bit of a... problem. He was obsessed with your underwear. A bit too much, he would say. It wasn't weird or anything because you two were dating and had been intimate, but he just felt so guilty about it.

+18 NSFW, panty thief, scent kink, male masturbation, fantasizing about eating out reader, AFAB reader

He had tried to resist the temptation at first. The temptation being your panties hanging out of your dirty clothes basket, of course. He felt guilty for even having these urges and even worse for indulging in them. He just felt like he was invading your personal, private space by stealing your panties. Specifically, your used panties that he got from your dirty laundry basket.

He just couldn't help himself, though. They held your sweet, heavy scent so perfectly. They smell exactly like that slick, wet arousal that König loved so much. They got to hold your perfect cunt all day, soaking up everything that happened throughout your day. God, what he would give to hold your cunt all day. He could play with your pussy whenever you wanted to, all you would have to do is ask him and his fingers would start rubbing your clit. But you did look so cute in your underwear. He did love how the soft material stretched over your hips and ass, holding and squeezing your curves so perfectly.

König always put your panties back, too. He may be taking them without your knowledge, but he always made sure to clean them and put them back where they belonged. Of course, after he used them, though.

At first, he would just sniff them. He would put them under his mask and hold up them to his nose as he jerked off, imagining it was your actual wet cunt above him. God the smell of your panties made it seem like your pussy really was above him. He could just ask you to sit on his face, but you had just started having sex with each other. He felt like it was too soon to ask you anything like that, wanting to instead ease in on his desires and kinks. He didn't want to scare you away or weird you out. But yet here he was, stealing your panties to help him with his fanasties.

Soon, sniffing them wasn't enough anymore. König very quickly gave into the urge to lick the fabric he was holding to his face. He swirled his tongue around where your clit sat in the fabric, his taste buds instantly flooded with the sweet taste of you. He would always very quickly lose himself in tonguing the fabric, mind growing blank at the taste of you that your panties held so perfectly. He would pump his cock faster, cumming before he even realized it as he fantasized about eating you out. It wasn't that he hadn't eaten you out yet. It was just he was instantly obsessed with your taste and smell. He just wanted to spend hours between your legs, inhaling your arousing scent as he tasted your delicious slick over and over again. He wanted to continue tonguing your now cum soaked pussy as he swallowed every bit of slick you gave him. But again, he didn't want to scare you off or weird you out with his desires. Your panties and his mind would do just fine.

Eventually, König rubbed his dick on your panties. He had been keeping himself from doing it, not wanting to get cum stains on your underwear and have you find out what he was doing. But he could only hold back for so long before the idea of his scent mixing with yours consumed his thoughts. It made his possession flare up, wanting to scent your pussy in the smell of his cock and cum. It felt like he was claiming you in a way, even if he did end up washing your panties before placing them back in your dresser. He just hoped his smell somehow lingered on them, and you were walking around with your cunt soaking up his scent. The idea always left him so hard and needing to jerk off into your panties. It helped that the soft fabric seemed to soak up all his pre-cum as it poured from his tip, as he squeezed every little bit out onto your panties. He wanted to make sure they took all of it. He did feel the most guilty about this, though. He was stealing your clothes and pumping his cock against them. What would you think if you found out your sweet, loving boyfriend was doing this?

He felt like his world came crashing down when you caught him. He had been so careful, so sneaky to make sure you didn't find out about his dirty little secret. He had just been so focused on preparing for a mission that he didn't have time to wash and return your panties to you. He didn't even realize you knew you were missing a pair and wondering what happened to them until you found them under his bed by complete accident.

He sat frozen in his chair, the files before him all blurring together as you asked him what they were doing here. He couldn't look at you as you held the piece of clothing on your finger, letting it hang off of it as you looked at him confused. He couldn't say anything to you, his mouth dry as he stared down at his desk. He wanted the ground to swallow him up when you spoke up again, asking him what that stain on them was, your face a bit flushed now. He had to tell you the truth. There was no way he could lie his way out of this one.

His voice was shaky as he told you what he's been doing behind your back, never feeling more nervous in his life than in this moment. You would be grossed out, right? You break things off right here because he was a creep and a pervert, right? He finally looked over at you when you walked over to him, placing the panties in his lap as you looked away from him now. He thought he was hearing things when you told him that you actually found this really hot, that he could even keep them for a little longer if he wanted to. König fell in love with you a little bit more at that moment.

#mine #könig x reader #konig x reader #könig x you #konig x you #könig smut #konig smut #cod smut #call of duty smut

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gakukitty · 12 hours ago

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okay, ever since i read your fic about natsuki getting cockblocked and becoming a little feral when he finally does get in readers pants... i just gotta know what you think feral natsuki might be like, it's been on my mind for SO long!!

FERAL — ★ ! !

featuring . . . natsuki seba , fem!reader

content . . . HEAVY SMUT. feral! natsuki. mild breeding at the end. some spanking. kinda gross but could be worse. semi public sex.

ohhh… babe.. when i tell you i have been WAITING for this!!!!!! >.< i def wanna write more of him .. 😛

he’s so fed up with all of this— natsuki has had to watch and hear you giggle around with one of the others from the weapon’s department for far too long now. and the idiot’s blushing too— his cheeks are all warm, his lips curved up into a smile that matches yours as you lean closer. no, no… this just won’t do. you’re his girlfriend, no matter how much he’s got to do.

it seems that you got tired of waiting around for natsuki to be finished with the weapon he’s currently making— and have decided to make him jealous. give him something else to focus on.

and now he’s certainly focused on it. on the way you’re tilting your head, another chuckle escaping those pretty lips of yours as that other man makes some sort of an attempt at a joke. and when you lift a hand, lightly touching his shoulder— natsuki decides this weapon is finished. in just a few seconds, he’s already up and making his way to you.

before you can open your mouth to crack a joke of your own, natsuki’s got a firm hold on the back of your shirt. he tugs you up and out of your seat, his gaze boring into yours. yet, you stubbornly refuse to make eye contact— which has him practically fuming. he lets go of your shirt, grabbing your hand instead and tugging you out of the area. and that’s how you find yourself in a nearby storage closet.

natsuki doesn’t bother being careful with your clothes. the man tugs down your bottoms and basically rips your panties off, a finger already moving to slip between your folds. “dirty girl. you’re wet— i knew this was intentional.” natsuki grumbles, his breath hot against the back of your neck. he lifts his free hand, brushing your hair to the side before pressing a kiss to your shoulder. he’s so, so mean with the way he plays with your pussy— the tips of his fingers just barely brushing the sensitive spots before he pulls away. natsuki doesnt even let you plead for him to hold on before slipping one slim finger inside, followed by another.

soon enough, you’re bent over something— something you don’t bother paying attention to. you couldn’t, even if you wanted; thanks to the way natsuki’s cock is buried so deeeeeppp inside of you !! he’s thrusting so hard, so fast— it has you jolting against the surface you’re pressed against. his warm palm lightly massages your hip, before he lands a harsh slap! against the fat of your ass. “you like this? you like being a pain in my ass?” natsuki scoffs, moving a finger to jab the back of your shoulder. “bet you do. had soooooo much fun flirting.. with.. that,” he pauses, hips snapping against yours harder. natsuki relishes in the way your ass recoils, lips curving into a subtle smirk as he moves a hand to massage the flesh. he’s always been an ass guy, no matter how irritating you get. natsuki leans down, pressing a kiss to the skin behind your ear before whispering a few soft words. “answer me.”

oh, he was so evil for that— because the two of you both know that you can’t answer. your eyes are rolling around your skull like little marbles, your once smiling lips parted with little droplets of drool spilling out. snd dear natsuki wastes no time hesitating before shifting you slightly, his own lips catching yours in a hot kiss. his pace never slows, not even when his tongue finds yours. he exchanges spit with you, slight groans bleeding out between you both as your hips move against his. natsuki pulls away— not without pressing another few wet kisses to your lips and jaw, before he moves to press his forehead against your back. his hands clutch at your hips, soft huffs of warm breath brushing against your back as the subtle sweat from his forehead rubs onto your skin.

“so.. dirty, eh?” he muses, tone darkening. natsuki’s pace quickens, grasp on you tightening— and soon enough he’s spilling his load deeeeepppp into you. his hands clutch at your hips, making sure you’re thoroughly filled before his body slumps against yours.

#sakadays x reader #sakamoto days #sakadays x you #sakamoto days x you #sakamoto days x reader #sakadays #sakadays smut #sakamoto days smut #natsuki seba smut #natsuki seba x reader #natsuki seba

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nekrosmos · 6 months ago

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Went on a walk under the rain and now I'm drenched to the bone. Which is giving me NikPrice ideas .............

#briefly mentioned it in my fic too but I should work more with this #John coming back absolutely drenched and muddied from an op and Nik pampering him teehee #gently holding his jaw while he wipes the mud from his face #getting him out of his wet and dirty clothes #taking a hot shower with him and letting his big hands run against the knots in Price's back #uuuuuuugh so good #should draw that #anyway I'm fucking freezing #nekro yapping

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luvcaleb · 3 months ago

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SHH... WE CAN'T GET CAUGHT.

nsfw (18+). includes fingering, breast play, dirty talk, huge cock, unprotected sex, creampie, fwb relationship (it's pretty obvious you like each other tho), mentions of your first time experience with caleb (and other times after that), having sex when another person is just a few rooms away, too much cum, slight praise kink. filthy, filthy, filthy smut from top to bottom. likes and reblogs will be very helpful !!

“Shh... you don't want Gran hearing us, do you?”

You're covering your mouth to stifle your whimpers, but there's no hiding the wet squelches beneath the blanket. You wrap your hand around Caleb's flicking wrist, his fingers buried deep inside your cunt. When he adds another digit, a loud cry of his name is pulled out of you.

Caleb presses a soft kiss against your nape. You're both turned on your sides, your back against his solid chest. “As much as I like hearing you say my name, it'd be a problem if someone came to interrupt us. Remember the last time?”

The last time he's referring to is your risky tryst from a few days back; Caleb joined you in your bath, claiming he wants to “wash your back” for you. As expected, 20% of your time was spent in a relaxing soak where he massaged your shoulders and washed your hair, and the remaining 80% was spent with his head between your legs, coaxing out wave after wave of cum with his fingers and tongue.

The tip of his cock was already inside you when a knock on your door interrupted you, your grandmother asking if you knew where Caleb went because he wasn't in his room. Needless to say, you had to stop what you were doing and Caleb had a difficult time sneaking out of the bathroom.

“That... mmph... and this... is all your fault...” you struggle to say while biting back your moans as he grinds his fingers against a good spot, his thumb flicking at your clit. Caleb has always been too good with his hands. “You always—ah!—do this even when there are other people around...!”

“You wanna know why?” Chuckling, Caleb leans closer to whisper to your ear, lips brushing over your soft skin. “You squeeze me so fucking tight when we're about to get caught.”

You gush around his fingers as he mouths on the shell of your ear, moaning into the palm of your hand. He hums in satisfaction, pulling out his hand from your panties to admire the stringy release between his fingers. “You always cum too fast, pipsqueak. You pent up these days?”

How on earth could you possibly be pent up when you've been fucking Caleb at every opportunity? Every time you're left alone at the house, he fucks you against any flat surface he can find—the door when he's too impatient to go to your room, the bathroom sink because he likes making you watch yourself in the mirror when he's fucking you stupid, and even ate you out on the kitchen countertop at some point.

But the thing is, Caleb is undaunted by the possibility of being caught. So even when your Gran is around, he sneaks into your bedroom to fool around, just like what he's doing now under the pretense of “we watched a horror movie today, aren't you scared to sleep alone?”

Evidently, Caleb has no intention of letting you sleep tonight. He fondles your tits beneath your shirt, the tent in his sweatpants grinding against your clothed ass. “Don't pretend like you're innocent,” he mutters, making you yelp when he pinches your nipple. “You strutted around all day wearing my shirt without a bra, bending down in front of me on purpose... Did you know how hard it was to hold back from fucking you on the spot?”

“T-that was...!” Your cheeks flush with warmth. Sure, you were kind of riling him up on purpose, but that was under the assumption you'd be alone tonight.

“This ass...” he rubs you above your shorts, groaning as he palms at the soft flesh. “...was in my mind the entire fucking day. I held myself back until now, but I can't hold back anymore, fuck.”

He strips you off of your clothes, only leaving his shirt scrunched up above your breasts. He pulls down his sweatpants, and you feel his huge cock slap against your lower back, his pre-cum smearing across your skin. He holds the back of your knee to raise your leg, positioning his cock to your soaked pussy.

“Been waiting for this for so fucking long... Oh, shiiit,” he moans, long and drawn out and dirty as he slides right home, the tip of his dick pounding at your cervix. You squeal into your hand, your cunt clamping down on his cock so tightly but it doesn't deter his fast pace at all.

He reaches so deep like this, hitting spots he normally couldn't when you're in missionary. His huge cock feels like it's carving its own space into your body, coring you out from the inside, and it feels so good that you can't hold back your voice at all.

“Nn... Don't do that,” Caleb pulls away your hand from your mouth when he notices you biting down on your skin to hide your moans. He replaces it by putting his fingers in your mouth, cooing softly to your ear, “Suck. You're going to hurt yourself.”

You suck on his fingers, eyes rolling back to your head as he continues to pound you, fucking your pussy so good. Only Caleb knows how to make you feel so much pleasure to the point you can't think properly anymore. Your fingers could never hope to reach the places his cock touches.

It's how this twisted relationship started in the first place, Caleb catching you touching yourself when you forgot to lock your door. He taught you how to make yourself cum because you didn't know anything, until all you knew was him and his cock. But he was too big the first time you took him in that he had to fuck you loose with four fingers, sucking and licking at your pussy to make you wet enough to accept his thick girth and length. Now, he could slide inside you easily, your body having taken his shape.

Caleb stares at your messy face, utterly endeared. “Fuck, you're so fucking cute...” He takes out his fingers from your mouth, using them to tilt your jaw to meet his lips. He kisses you sloppy, no finesse as you slide your tongue against his, moaning into each other's mouths. “Mm... open your mouth more... yeah, that's it, baby... good fucking girl...”

“Ah, fuck, Caleb!” you sob, desperately rocking against his cock. “I'm gonna cum, cumming, I can't anymore...!”

“You're gonna cum?” Caleb stops thrusting, making you whine and attempt to move yourself, but he holds onto your hips and pushes you into the mattress, laying you flat on the sheets on your front. He settles behind you, using his weight to pound you to the mattress harder. “Then fucking cum.”

You moan uncontrollably into the pillows, completely forgetting you're meant to stay quiet. Caleb fucks his cock harder, faster, deeper, failing to hold back his own grunts as you tighten up around him, wet heat melting around his dick. “Shit, I'm gonna cum too... I'm gonna cum hard in your slutty fucking pussy... fuck, I'm cumming!”

You squirt around his cock as he fills you up with cum, your fluids making a mess between your bodies and the sheets. You don't realize you're crying out up until Caleb grabs your chin and kisses you once more, muffling the lewd moans you're letting out while he's still cumming inside you, hot and thick. He gives you tiny, slowing thrusts, cock still spurting out semen. “Oh, baby, you did so good...” he sucks on your bottom lip, staring intently at your orgasm face. “Such a good fucking girl for me...”

“So... full...” is the only thing you can say, feeling the sheer volume of one load of his cum in your pussy, warming you from the inside.

“Not full enough, baby.” Caleb peppers your face with kisses. It is then that you realize—with no small amount of fear and arousal—his cock hasn't softened at all. “I still have a lot to give you.”

#love and deepspace #lads #love and deepspace x reader smut #love and deepspace x reader #love and deepspace smut #caleb #caleb x you #caleb x reader smut #caleb x reader #lads smut #lads x reader #lads x reader smut

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cathnospam · 5 months ago

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“I didn’t shave—“

“I do not…give a fuck. Open your legs.”

You and Bakugo have this argument at least once a month. You only need to wax your little lady once a month after your period , and it’s about that time to do so but you have 2 problems;

Your appointment isn’t until 2 more days, and you have a boyfriend that has been waiting a full week to eat you out.

“‘Suki I told you I hate—-“

“Why do you give a fuck about that? It’s HAIR.”

“I FEEL DIRTY.”

“You just took an everything shower.”

Bakugo NEVER understood the point of shaving your pussy anyway. He genuinely does not care whether there is hair or not on it, and after having an irritating crave to eat your pussy he definitely couldn’t care less.

“It’s a bush.”

“I don’t—- y/n the area I wanna suck—“

“Don’t be a pervert.”

He deadpanned at you, the Blondie also never cared for how blunt he was with his dirty words. Just two weeks ago you and him were eating cereal when he just casually spoke, “When I get home tonight I wanna eat your pussy against the door like I did last night.” As he gets up to clean his bowl.

No emotion

And no care.

He’s a damn savage.

“Your clit don’t have hair on it it’s just the lips.”

“OMY fucking—“

“Please.”

You blink, “what…”

“Don’t make me repeat myself.”

Bakugo groans loudly and lays his head on your shoulder. And bites it, “OW!” The main reason why Bakugo haven’t let up is because you and him established a strict safe word rule. He knows he can be pushy with things he wants but he’d never want to make you uncomfortable about it. If you GENUINELY don’t want him to all you have to say is “TNT” and he’ll drop it no questions asked. And never bring it up again.

But here you are, contemplating.

Your thoughts get broken by a soft kiss on your jaw, his scarred warm palms lifting your his shirt , playfully tapping his fingers on your clothed panties, “I heard you playing with yourself in the shower.”

You freeze, feeling his devious smirk against your cheek, his natural scent and musk clouding your mind as he keeps kissing you, rubbing on your body, “You want it as bad as I do. I fucking know you do.”

“Remember last time?”

He had your knees to your ears last time, ass hanging off the edge of the bed as he spit, licked, and sucked all inside and on your pussy. His fluffy hair tickling your inner thighs, his thumbs pressing into your skin so deep you could just barely grind against his mouth. Bakugo was always a nasty ass eater to the point you were embarrassed just watching him.

His ring and middle finger swirling circles on your clit as his tongue filled your aching tight hole, the way he stops for a moment to kiss the soft little nub , nearly making out with it making you roll your eyes because his pillowy wet lips felt soooooo good against you.

You remembered how he’d slap your ass a few times when you looked away for too long or covered your mouth, you swore he’d heat up his hands slightly just to do so.

You remembered how he’d hold your ankles up and he licked stripes against your pussy and his tongue teasing your other hole.

You remembered how he’d swished his head back and fourth while his lips captured your clit and tugged on it. Sending you over the edge while he sucked and groaned. Two fingers pumping inside you.

“You remember, huh.” His raspy voice against your ear, already teasing his fingers inside you panties, “You came so much you passed out right after.”

The more he spoke to distract you the further he got, eventually laying you down on his huge couch, to pulling off your panties, to opening you legs, to kissing each thigh, and down to repeating his exact actions from last time.

And no he did NOT care about the hair.

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kurooh · 2 months ago

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bf! toji who fucks you so well on camera that your account skyrockets to the top on onlyfans and pornhub. his face, body, and dirty talk garners thousands—no, millions—of followers and gets the money rolling in faster than you could say his name. of course, he’s not the only reason for all the popularity; you’re sexy in every way possible, fucking him back before you inevitably go dumb on his cock, going so far as to talk right back to him.

“what am i, a whore?” despite his words, toji smirks, clicking his tongue at the incoming comments of new members of the stream. “we’ve been live for two minutes. ‘m not taking my clothes off yet, damn.”

“oh, come on,” you press up against his side, manicured nails lightly raking over his biceps, “give ‘em what they want, toji.”

he huffs, turning his head to the side. still damp from the shower, toji’s dark hair goes along with the movement, bits sticking to his forehead. “what you want or what they want, baby?”

the chat explodes with wild comments, ranging from raw next question to i’m doing it are you, all of which makes you laugh. tips ka-ching on the screen and finally, the clothes fly off in all directions.

toji’s on his back, greedily pulling you on top of his face like he’s starving (dinner was an hour ago). he’s refrained from ripping off your underwear, favoring the idea of teasing you through the fabric instead.

“off, let me take ‘em off,” you whine, squirming as he holds you over his face and takes his sweet goddamn time licking over your dampened panties. “that’s not fair, toji.”

his green eyes narrow at you, a scoff slipping past his lips. so sassy, but at least he doesn’t ignore your pleas this time—maybe toji’s feeling magnanimous. “suck it up.”

perhaps not. another whine, and you go so far as to tug at his hair, hips rocking insistently into his face. “you’re so annoying,” neither of you are looking at your phone, the way the screen’s bursting with colorful tip notifications and comments, “if you aren’t hungry, just say so. don’t waste my time, toji.”

of course toji would never admit it, but he’s got a habit of being easy: always taking your purposeful bait, smug expression melting into a scowl. and oh, maybe that was the wrong thing to say—but it certainly feels so damn right when he yanks your panties to the side and sits you all the way down on his face.

still offended, he grunts, mumbling something intelligible as his lips find your wet cunt. (like, you’ve been together for how long?) slippery arousal coats your skin, slicking up his lips with something bittersweet when he indulges in his favorite dessert.

you’re rocking your hips into his face, eagerly taking everything he’s giving you. a small moan escapes you when your clit bumps into the tip of his nose, sending a delightful bolt of electricity through your entire body.

“t-toji, fuck.”

your virtual audience is nearly enjoying this as much as you are. if his teeth weren’t lightly nibbling at your folds while his tongue pushes inside you inch by inch, you’d be in a state to laugh at the comments. one of his palms falls away from your ass and before you can register the brief loss, a stinging slap cuts through the air.

“oughta watch that mouth, babygirl,” toji ignores the wail that follows the impact, along with the glossy tears that spring to your eyes. “maybe if you didn’t have so much goddamn nerve, i’d..”

it shouldn’t come out as quickly as it does, but you purposefully grind down into his mouth, ignoring the muffled sound of him choking on all the saliva. “you’d what, toji?”

some comments are excited, wondering what’ll happen now that you’re challenging him right back. others are raving about being in your position or toji’s—something along the lines of how difficult it is to choose.

he shoves you up with just one hand, feeling his cock twitch from the softness of your thighs circling his head and the way you use that damn mouth of yours. toji’s never had someone talk back to him as much as you do, and it’s something he’ll never get tired of. it’s something that throws him off while he’s giving you backshots and secretly makes him cum faster, although he pretends to get hamstring cramps just to buy himself some more time.

toji’s almost too blissed out to snap back.

“i’d give you mercy, but what was i jus’ saying? maybe you’d like it a little fuckin’ better if i kept eating this pussy of yours.”

you look down your nose at him. “like you could keep going, old man.”

that strikes a chord, hitting a nerve much faster than it should. so toji drags in a breath and dives in, as filthy and careless as he can be—making a mess, spreading your legs impossibly wider just to find that sweet spot of yours that always gets you arching on his face.

wet noise fills the room, backing the breathless gasps and moans that fall from your lips, along with softer panting of mumbled praises bunching with his name. the way he eats—no, devours—you is akin to someone who’s been both starving and thirsty for days on end, too insatiable to please with just one taste.

ecstasy sparks in all your nerves, chasing its way to the tension pooling in the core of your body. it’s red hot and heavy, begging to be released; but no, toji commands your high with the rough strokes of his tongue and obscene slurping of his lips. he lets it simmer right below the surface until you’re begging, hands on either side of his head as you weakly hump against his face.

“i-i said,” you grit out, ignoring the sticky sheen of sweat covering your face, “make me cum, toji.”

he arches an eyebrow, satisfaction sparkling in his eyes. “and ya still didn’t say please.”

frustration bubbles up in your chest. it’s rare for you to be reduced to a begging mess on live, but there’s supposedly a first time for everything. your lips part, preparing to give him what he wants, when something bratty speaks in the back of your mind. there’s no need to listen to him, is there?

with one hand slipping into his damp hair and the other stabilizing you on the bed, you take what you want from him. like an ocean wave, your hips roll not-so-gently over his face until you finally fall over the edge, convulsing a little as you cum.

the orgasm literally takes your breath away—not to mention his as well—and leaves you whining as you come down from the intense high, stars shooting across your vision. neither of you have been paying much attention to your phone, too engrossed in each other to notice the fact that you’ve met the livestream donation goal or all the new followers you’ve earned.

toji lifts you up, cheeks flushed scarlet. he is simultaneously turned on by you taking control of him and also pissed that you refused to say just one word.

“fucking brat,” toji curses, easily maneuvering your weakened body into a new position that’s got you on your hands and knees, ass all the way up. “you’re gonna face that goddamn camera while i wreck this pretty pussy, got that?”

“‘m still sensi—oh my god. a-ah, fuck—wait a second, i—”

behind you, toji smacks his lips, placing both hands on your ass cheeks and spreading you wide. “no, no. this is what you wanted, right? for me to make you cum again and a-fucking-gain.”

you backpedal, back arching unintentionally when two large fingers slide into your cunt without much resistance. “fuck, tojiii, wait—”

a squeal actually leaves you when he puts a hand on the small of your back and forces you to maintain the arch. toji can be stingy at times, but never when you—he’s got a habit of being too generous, if the right buttons are pushed.

“might wanna think about saying please next time, yeah? fuckin’ thought so.”

#kurooh #pegging pt 2 ?#jjk smut #jjk x reader #jjk headcanons #jjk imagines #jjk x you #toji x you #toji smut #toji x reader #jujutsu kaisen toji #smut #toji headcanons

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kutepik · 1 month ago

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Eyes on you - Part 2

(mdni 18+) Caleb is aware that you know about the hidden cameras all over his house. Now he’ll have to face the consequences of his actions once he gets home.

3k words. also posted on ao3!

Part 1 HERE (please read it for context)

Did you... Winked at the camera?

Did you... know? Were you aware of the cameras all along? And you did all that, knowing he'd be watching?

Caleb stared at the large monitor in his office like a maniac, replaying the part of the tape where you left your soaked panties on the bathroom door handle and looked directly at the hidden camera next to the painting in the hallway. He played the scene once more, pausing at the frame where you winked directly at him. Caleb's lips curled up into a sick smile. He could touch himself and cum right there and then, but you were clearly waiting for him at home to “relax”. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You were as fucking insane as he was. And that made him even crazier about you.

Flustered and in a hurry, Caleb left his office without explaining himself to anyone, determined to arrive in less than twenty minutes - no, ten if he ran over a few stop signs. It didn't matter how many tickets he got, he just had to be quick enough to find those panties still wet. And trust him, he would.

Now he found himself in that hallway, standing in front of the closed bathroom door with those panties between his fingers. He could feel the wetness and viscosity of your fluids against the soft fabric. It was so soaked that his fingers got wet enough to bring it to his lips and lick it like a hungry dog. It wasn't enough. Caleb brought the panties to his mouth and nose, sinking into their smell, taste and wetness. And that was the scene you witnessed when you opened the bathroom door, dripping from the shower and wrapped in a towel.

The lilac eyes of your oh, so dear friend Caleb seemed more violet in the dimness of that corridor. He looked at you like an animal, not a man. It was almost threatening, if you didn't know that this man would never be able to do anything to you - at least not something you didn't want him to.

At first, when you left the panties on the doorknob, the plan was to get Caleb into the bathroom, where you two could work out the sexual tension that had built up over the years. But now, here, with this man explicitly pleasuring himself with your used panties, obsessed, hungry, and unashamed to show it to you, all you could think about was how far he would go for you.

"Pathetic” you said, lifting your chin, your eyes locked on his. His pupils dilated as he heard you, his hand still holding your panties to his nose, as if he could not fucking stop smelling and feeling you in that dirty piece of cloth, even with you here, watching him and scolding him for it. "I knew you stole my panties in high school," you muttered quietly, taking a step forward. "But you're still doing it as a full-grown man? Really pathetic" His erection was obvious "And what about those cameras? Hm?" You pushed your hand against his, suffocating him with the panties he smelled like a pervert. Caleb smiled while groaning under the fabric, breathless. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" You pushed him, your hand still over his nose and your panties, making him stagger backwards and through the bedroom door that was opposite the bathroom in the hallway. With one last push, Caleb fell onto the bed, his elbows supporting him, and you took the opportunity to grab your panties back. He panted like a dog after his favorite toy, forcing you to put a knee between his legs — against his hard-on — to prevent him from moving.

"I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he groaned, rubbing his clothed cock against your leg. “I- you're driving me crazy-" he gasped, holding your thigh "Literally. All I think about is you, all I want is you, all I..." He panted, still thrusting against your bare skin like a pervert. You pressed your knee down harder, making him moan louder and stop moving.

"Since when did you install the cameras?" You waved your panties in front of his face like a tempting reward. "Hm?" You brought the fabric close to his nose and pulled before he could grab it.

"Ever since you came back to Linkon and told me you were coming to see me," Caleb leaned his head against your stomach, like a devotee holding onto their god. "I just wanted to see you when I wasn't home, Pipsqueak. I just want to make sure you're safe." The Colonel's rough fingers curled into the fabric of the towel wrapped around your damp body, pulling you closer, secure in his embrace. "You're everything. Everything" He lifted his face, still pressed against your abdomen, staring at you with eyes that were now a deep purple.

"You say it like that was your only intention." You pulled his hair back, forcing him to pull away from you "But what about the cameras in the bathroom? The ones near the shower? Are they there to protect me?" He bit his lip and tried to pull you close again, but you pulled even harder on his hair. Caleb groaned, and even with the force that your knee exerted on the middle of his legs, you felt the abundant pre-cum against your skin.

"I told you, crazy. You drive me crazy, Pip. I want it all, to see it all, to touch it everything-" He dug his fingers even deeper into the towel. "I tried, I swear, I really did. But you're like a fucking drug. The panties weren't enough, I needed more." His voice was rough, like he was about to lose it, about to give in to his desires, but he kept fighting with everything he had.

"More." You repeated and loosened your grip on the back of his neck, bringing the same hand up to caress his face. With the other hand, you released your panties on the floor. Then, you moved to the knot holding the towel and loosened it, letting the fabric fall to your feet. "Like this?"

That was all it took for Caleb to sink his face into your stomach again, this time feeling skin on skin, covering it with mouth-open kisses. "Yes, yes, yes, fuck-" He sank his fingers into your flesh, bringing your mound against his lips. "Fuck, yes, like that," he said, almost desperate.

"I'll give you what you need." You replied in a sweet tone and lifted the leg that had been caging against his cock to rest on the bed. This gave Caleb full access, and he understood the message. He started eating you out like a starving man who hadn't eaten in days. His tongue sank between your wet flesh, up and down, while his nose circled over your clit, soaking in your scent as if his life depended on it. One of his hands that had been holding your waist went down to your dripping pussy, and Caleb ran his fingers into your folds, wetting them with your juices. Suddenly, you felt his calloused, lubricated fingers enter you, curving as they fucked into you deliciously.

"Thank you," he whispered as he kissed and licked your clit non-stop, at the same time as he fucked you with his fingers at a frantic pace. The whole situation had already turned you on, and the way Caleb fucked you with his fingers was too intoxicating for you to last long. Soon, your thighs started trembling, betraying the orgasm that was about to come. "Princess, please, please, come on my fingers, please," he begged, desperate, as he increased the speed of his thrusts and the movements of his tongue against your sweet nub.

"Caleb!" You grabbed his hair again, trying to keep his face away from the squirt of your orgasm, but he grunted and stayed between your legs, drinking every drop.

"You think I wouldn't want you to come all over my face?" He stuck out his tongue and licked your pussy again, looking at you obscenely. "I fucking dreamt about this for years. God, you're perfect." He kissed your belly again and nuzzled his face there.

"You're really crazy." You grabbed his face, watching his drunken, cum-slicked smile. He seemed satisfied with it, as if your pleasure was all that mattered, and in fact, Caleb could die now, and it would be more than enough. But that wasn't enough for you. Not at all. During the time he was supposedly dead, if there was one thing you had learned, it was how much you regretted not having done more. You put yourself through hell, thinking about what might have happened if you'd just admitted that you knew about his crush on you, or that you knew about the hidden panties, or that you'd heard him masturbate countless times and call your name when he thought he was alone. You spent sleepless nights back then, thinking about what Caleb would do if he found out that you liked this, this obsession, this devotion, and worse, you felt that way about him too. You were obsessed, crazy, and attentive to him and what he did for you and to you. Now that he was back to you and had made his intentions clearer than ever, there was no point in hiding.

"Take your clothes off." Your eyes lit up as you stared at the large stain in the middle of his pants. That wasn't just pre-cum. He came just from eating you out. Crazy bastard.

Caleb pulled off his clothes carelessly, as if he couldn't believe what was happening. "Are you sure? I mean, I don't really need you to do anything. It already feels really good just to have had the chance to eat you out and make you come." You could tell he was holding back, and it made you angry. You wanted all of him, everything, completely honest and true, to you and to himself.

"Caleb." You climbed on top of him, rubbing your wet pussy perfectly against the length of his throbbing and once again erect cock. Caleb moaned with pleasure, bringing his eyes down to meet your folds as you licked his cock clean. "You can do whatever you want to me." Your hips moved back and forth slowly. "I love that you're fucking insane about me..." You both moaned as your clit rubbed against his swollen tip. In one smooth motion, you lifted your hips slightly and held his hot length, rubbing the throbbing head over your clit, using his cock to please yourself.

"Oh my god, that's so fucking hot," he cried as he began to thrust against your clit, moaning loudly along with you.

"Caleb, I love that you're insane about me, because I'm just as insane as you are, and for you." With another roll against his tip, your lips let out a loud moan that was soon interrupted by Caleb's rough hands pulling you into a kiss. It was dirty and unceremonious. Your tongues met obscenely and without shame.

"I-I can really do whatever I want? You sure?" He said between kisses, lowering one hand to your ass and the other to your soaking cunt.

"A-Ah! Yes! Please." You felt him thrust his fingers into you again, fucking you. The noise was wet, erotic, and your moans mingled with your panting breaths.

"I want to fuck your pussy with my cock, please, please, please - I know you said I can do whatever I want, but I want to hear you tell me that I can, and that you want it as much as I do. I want to fuck you stupid and make you come again and again and again and fill your pussy with my cum to the brim," he said against your ear, spreading kisses as he continued to push his fingers inside you without stopping.

"I want you inside me. Fuck." You whimpered at the speed of his fingers. "I want your cock, I – I want you." Your lips came together again in a hasty kiss.

He thrust his curved fingers in harder, eliciting an obscene sound from you, before pulling them out. "I'll give you what you want. I'll give you anything, anything you want." Caleb ran his wet fingers over his own throbbing cock and held it, slapping it against the folds of your sensitive pussy. With his other hand, he lifted your hips just enough to bring his cock closer to your hole. He let out a loud sigh as he circled the tip over your entrance, feeling you, soaking into your juices. Then, in one smooth motion, he thrust in and reached your bottom. You swallowed him whole at once, both moaned in unison. This was just insane.

"Are you okay? Are you feeling okay?" He said, breathing heavily, his eyebrows scrunched up, violet eyes searching your face for any sign of discomfort. You smiled and relaxed your hips a bit more, lowering yourself enough to feel him balls deep into you. "Oh my god, you're so fucking good, you're taking me so deep. God, you're so tight—so perfect for me." Caleb looked so happy, finally being able to feel you, to be inside you, to fuck you. The two of you stared at each other breathlessly, still, savoring the sensation of being connected like this for the first time. "Look at you," he said, moving his hands up to your breasts and caressing them. "I need to fuck your breasts, cover them with cum, bite them and suck them..." Caleb murmured in a trance as he ran his hands over your body, imagining the possibilities. He brought his fingers up to your mouth, and you opened your lips and sucked his index and middle fingers. "I need to fuck your mouth too... I've imagined you sucking me off and me slapping my cock against your pretty cheek just to paint your face with my cum. I bet you'd look so beautiful." You moaned with his fingers inside your mouth. He withdrew the wet digits and guided them into his own mouth, sucking on them.

You couldn't take it anymore, so you threw your torso back, leaned on his knees with your hands, and started rolling back and forth, riding him. Caleb watched as your pussy swallowed his throbbing cock up and down. "Holy shi- Yeah, just like that, fuck- like that." He brought his thumb to your sensitive nub and started stimulating it in slow, circular motions.

"A-Ah, instead of thinking about what you are going to fuck, why don't you concentrate on this?" You teased, lifting your hips just enough to reach the sensitive head of his cock, only to slowly roll over.

"You are- " Before Caleb could finish, you sank down again and started fucking yourself on his cock at a faster pace. Caleb threw his head back and cried out, moaning your name like a mantra. "'Holy fucking shit, where did you learn that?!" Before he could think too much about how you had acquired your sexual skills, you decided to hit him with another brutal ride. He groaned again, gripping your hips tightly. That would leave a mark

"Better than you imagined, huh? When you touch yourself thinking of me." You said breathlessly, without stopping the movement of your hips. Caleb lifted his face to look at you, his eyes full of water and his mouth swollen from biting down to hold back his moans.

"Are you kidding? Fuck. There's no comparison." He rubbed his thumb against your clit again, encouraging you to roll over more, seeking more friction. "Ah- Ah, yes! Good girl, use me however you want, fuck me, please." His finger followed the increasingly rapid speed of your hips, almost violently, abusing your already swollen spot from another orgasm. "Please, please use my cock however you want, fuck, sit on it, cum on my cock, please"

"C-Caleb- Ah, ah, Shit!" You were breathless at the way he rubbed your clit, and suddenly, you stopped riding, sitting on him with your legs trembling, as you felt the orgasm come for the second time, wetting his cock with your liquid again. Your walls were contracting non-stop against his member, making him curse loudly.

"Fuck, you're so hot, squirting all over my cock, so fucking pretty.” He moaned, eyes filled with lust as he absorbed the vision of his cock soaked from your juices, “You're going to drive me crazy squeezing me like this, shit-" He suddenly pulled your torso into a tight embrace, pressing your breasts against his chest as he began to thrust into you like a savage animal. "I'm sorry, I really can't hold it anymore," he bit your shoulder as he rammed into you with all his might, fucking and fucking you deep and dumb. Your sweaty skin seemed to melt and fuse together, and it was almost as if you were one. "You're so beautiful, so perfect. Your pussy was made to be fucked by me and only - shit - by me." He hugged your back as you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling you two as close as possible. "You were made. for. me," he punctuated the words with each thrust, and took on an erratic rhythm.

"I was. And you for — Ah! Me." You said, burying your face in his neck, and it was like a trigger: Caleb's legs started shaking, and his cock started throbbing, shooting his load inside you, over and over again. You both groaned loudly and hugged each other even tighter, as if that were humanly possible. The two of you stayed like that, hugging, soaked, stuck together, panting, and even after a full minute you could feel Caleb's cock twitching inside you, releasing one last hot spurt.

After a bit of quiet time to catch your breath, you began to laugh and planted a few kisses on Caleb's sweaty neck. Carefully, you lifted your face to look at him. He had his eyes closed and a smile on his face.

"Hey, Colonel, how's it going?" You said, your voice hoarse and tired. Caleb let out a quiet "mm-hmm" of approval. "Can you let me go now? We're disgusting." You looked down, feeling the sweat that glued your breasts and belly to his chest and abdomen. Caleb wrapped his arms around you and kissed your forehead.

"I'll never let you go," he said with a smile. You laughed and nuzzled your face against his neck again. You stayed like that, together, your breathing calming down and your heartbeats synchronizing. Suddenly, something popped into your head.

"Hey, how long do these cameras keep the recordings?" You whispered, and Caleb shivered. You looked at him again, and he opened his eyes, his pupils getting bigger again.

"I don't know... A few hours, or days, maybe." He stroked your back, lost in thought. "Do you want to see?"

You laughed and stared back at him, "Absolutely."

#lads caleb #love and deepspace #caleb x mc #caleb x you #caleb x reader #caleb xia #fanfic #lads smut #kutepik #caleb smut

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monstersflashlight · 3 months ago

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Lusty for love

A/N: Happy Valentine's Day!

Cupid (monster) x fem!witch reader || sex pollen, (light) dub con, breeding, oral sex, dirty talk, praise kink

You were stupid. A bit more stupid than normal at least.

You were trying to get some new potions to work when you accidentally spilled the pink powder he gifted you specially for lust potions. The pink powder was obtained from the cupid species, they produced it on their wings and any human or monster would instantly fall into a lustful frenzy once they touched it. And that’s why it was so hard to get, they had to give it to you specifically with a very clear intent of lust...

Your cupid friend gave it to you as a birthday present, and you were supposed to drop an itty bitty quantity in each potion because every time someone used the powder, he would feel it. You promised not to use much, always controlling how many potions you’d make… But you weren’t expecting for it to slip your fingers and pretty much cover your whole body. Your skin was tingling and your brain was barely coherent when you dialed his number.

“I need your help,” you whispered against the speaker, not letting him even say hello.

His response was instantaneous: “What happened?” You could hear him batting his wings in the background, and you were sure he was already mid air coming to get you. He must have felt the powder activating.

“I- I dropped the pink powder on me,” you confessed, your breathing labored and your skin tingly.

Fuck, you were about to burst and you didn’t even move. You’d never felt such intensity before, it was like every inch of your body was electrified and caressed at the same time, even the touch of the clothes over your body felt erotic.

“Fuck,” he cursed. The air against the phone was enough to know he was rushing to your house, his wings almost deafening in the background.

“Please, please…” You barely made sense, your brain was fuzzy in a way that made your clit tingle and your panties were so wet you could already feel your juices ruining your pants.

“Fuck,” he cursed again. In other circumstances you would have blushed, your unrequited crush on your cupid best friend making you feel all kinds of emotions. But you weren’t thinking straight, and he was talking again: “I’ll be there in a few minutes, take your clothes off, rub your pretty little clit until you are dripping wet because as soon as I cross your window I’m going to be inside of you, and I won’t stop until you are dripping with my come for every single hole.”

His words drove your brain into a frenzy, the effect of the pink powder getting even stronger as you did as you were told, pulling at your clothes so fast and hard you broke something. You didn’t care, you’d deal with whatever tore later on. You laid on your potions table, not caring about everything falling down or the million little pieces of glass that were probably on the ground, you had only one focus: obey. Your fingers found your clit and you started rubbing rapidly, moaning against the phone.

“You sound so sweet, good damn it. I knew you’d be perfect,” his words meant nothing and all at the same time, your inside twisting and turning as your pussy contracted over nothing, making you whine and beg. “I know, love, I know.” You could hear him breathing hard, the powder probably affecting him too, and with each movement of his wings you could feel him getting closer.

The second your window opened with a big crash, you were begging for him and he was falling to his knees next to the table, not caring about the glass, grabbing your ankles and pulling your legs as far apart as possible. He set his big body between them, his wings so wide and soft you felt the tickle against your knees when he pushed your legs over his shoulders.

The first contact of his tongue against your tender flesh feels like lightning hitting your body. And it only turned better when his dexterous tongue found your clit. He ate you out like a starving monster, fucking in and out of your pussy with his forked tongue until you were screaming his name and asking for more. More. More.

You came in less than two minutes, with his fingers pressing against your G-spot and your brain turning into jelly inside your head. It was so much and so little at the same time. You needed more. You needed him inside of you in any way you could. You pushed your torso up, pulling your legs off his shoulders and shoved his chest back until he was a few feet back. You jumped off the table, not even feeling the tiny glasses on the ground as you walked over them.

It was like your orgasm only made you hornier, more desperate, you needed him more than you needed your next breath. “Let me suck you off, please, please…” You begged, your eyes fixated on his dick straining against his pants.

You fumbled with the zipper, and he helped you, looking at you with such tenderness that your heart was about to explore out of your chest. But first: dick.

“Okay, love. Okay. Whatever you want. You can do whatever you want to me.” His words sounded like a promise, and your brain was so fuzzy you could only nod as you fell to your knees. “Open up,” he ordered, taking himself on his hand and caressing your cheek with the other. He fed you his cock and you swallowed it down greedily. “That’s it, such a good witch for me, such a pretty mouth wrapped around my shaft. Fuck, do that again.”

You rolled your tongue over his head, pressing against the underside where you knew he was most sensitive. That cupid anatomy book coming in handy when you were wrapping your hand at his base and squeezing until you felt the ridges inside move. He cursed over you, his hand grabbing your hair so harshly you felt the tiny spikes of pain, but that only made you moan louder around him.

He cursed again, telling you nonsense as he moved his dick in and out of your mouth slightly. “Fuck, your mouth, love. You are perfect. You are so good to me. I’ve been wanting to have you like this forever. Good goddess, your mouth.” You grabbed his ass, trying to get him closer, further down your throat, but he stopped you. “None of that, I… I need you. I need to be inside of you. After that you can play with me all you want.”

“I’ll hold you to that,” your voice was airy and low, and without a doubt you knew your whole body was pink all over.

He helped you to your feet, claiming your mouth in a brain melting kiss before grabbing your ass and helping you back onto the table. His fingers found your pussy at the same time he positioned himself on your opening. “You are so wet, fuck.” He pushed the tip inside, and you were indeed so wet he slipped right in.

He cursed in so many languages you weren’t sure how many words he said, but you were in heaven. You reached Valhalla or whatever other heaven there existed out there. All at once. None at all… You touched the stars and came back to your body when he moved his hips back, pushing right back in and drawing a scream out of your lungs.

And then there was no more playing, only frantic fucking and dirty words.

“Do you like me, love? Do you like the feel of my cock inside of you? Do you like when I say dirty things to you?” You shivered, nodding frantically as you rolled your hips, chasing some of the pleasure he was promising you with his thrusts. “Of course you do, you love to be fucked this hard, this fast… You never had it so good, did you? None of your stupid boyfriends was as good as me. Say it.”

“None were… None as good as you…” Your voice was trembling, his thrusts too fast and harsh, but you couldn’t complain. You wouldn’t. It was that good.

“I know darling, I know nobody was as good as me. But you didn’t let me tell you that, did you? You were always with one or another, never enough time for me to fuck you as you deserved. To treat you as you deserve. To make you fucking mine,” he punctuated each word with a hard thrust that hit right over your G-spot, sending sparks of desire and pleasure to your brain until you were drooling over the table. “Tell me I’m wrong, tell me you don’t like me like that and I’ve been pining over you for nothing,” his anger was palpable in each thrust of his hips inside your pussy, his ridges undulating and massaging you from the inside.

“I CAN’T. I CAN’T. YOU ARE RIGHT!” You screamed as another wave of pleasure washes over your body.

But he wasn’t listening to you, he was too focused on his actions, on driving you insane. “You can’t because you like me. You’ve liked me as long as I’ve liked you and you’ve been denying us both. For what? For some flimsy human dick? No more, love. You don’t go back to anyone else anymore. You. Are. Mine. To. Please.”

“Yours. Yours. Yours…”

And then there’s fireworks behind your eyelids and your brain is short circuiting. You could barely hold your body up as he expanded his dick inside of you, the cupid trick of locking inside your tight pussy was multiplied by a thousand because of the pink dust, and you could only scream silently as he bred you to the brim and your vision turned white behind your eyelids.

You came back to your body resting over his chest, the soft feathers tickling your cheek as you looked down at his wet dick, still half hard. Your body still craved him, and you were about to act on it when he said: “For what’s worth… I really like you like that, too, love,” he whispered against your sweaty forehead, his breathing labored as his dick twitched in your line of sight.

You threw a leg over his middle, rubbing your still dripping pussy over his dick. “Prove it.”

And he did.

(He was also true to his promise to leave you leaking and bred from every single hole, but that’s a story for another day...)

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𝐂𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐩𝐢𝐝 𝐬𝐥𝐮𝐭 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐡𝐢𝐦 𝐢𝐧 𝐜𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: mean/angry nerd!switch!choso, hate fucking/academic rivals, Daddy/brat, biting, degradation/mocking, two pussy slaps, a hint of oral/fingering for some prep, pain kink, begging, just the tip, choking, light fem dom!reader, biting, hair pulling/dragging, mirror sex, full nelson, squirting

Oreo: @arminsumi @vampress7 lets all be delulu over nerd!choso, normal choso could and would never be so mean. I stand by that but this is nerd!choso Au whose done with your shit even if you are right! 🤤

“You’re such an annoying brat correcting me in class.” Choso grabs your arms pinning them above your head. Stuffing his thigh between your legs. Grinding your hips, your soft clit perfectly rubbing on his thick thigh.

Fighting the urge to groan. “If you weren't wrong, I wouldn't have to-!” Choso shuts you up with a rough kiss, biting your bottom lip. Slipping his tongue past when you cry.

Squeezing your neck, pulling away, smirking down at you. “Say something now, do anything other than grind your clit on my thigh like a pretty dirty whore.” Glaring up at him, unable to stop yourself. It feels to go to rock your clothed cunt on his clothed thigh.

Sneering, “If only the class knew what a pathetic whore you are. Glaring up at me like you won't beg for my cock.” It’s going straight to your needy cunt the way Choso is looking down at you with such angry hunger.

Moving his thigh from between yours. Roughly unbutton your pants, yanking them down your thighs with your underwear Curling two thick fingers into your cunt. “Already stupidly wet for me, nnn can't believe such a pretty cunt belongs to such a brat.” Letting go of your neck, crouching down ripping your pants down the rest of the way.

“Aw Choso Kamo is mad 'cause I’m right! Doesn't matter how much of a stupid cock drunk slut your fat cock makes me it won't change that!” Slapping your clit and cunt repeatedly. Slapping your hand over your mouth, muffling your cries from the sweet sting.

Biting your stomach, gliding two thick fingers. You grab a fistful of his dark hair tugging till he whines. Your sloppy wet cunt quivers around Choso's thick fingers from the beautiful sound. “Annoying brat.” Propping your thigh on his broad shoulder, shoving his face towards your clit.

“Shut up and suck my clit.” Biting your thigh, pumping his thick fingers faster. Massaging your sweet spot, licking your soft clit. Groaning into your cunt, grabbing your hip digging in his nails.

Squirming grinding your hips, swiping your clit on his pierced tongue. Curling from your toes from the sweet pressure of his hard bar. “Fuck you for being so damn beautiful with my cunt on your face.” Sloppily sucking on your soft clit, groaning getting off in the soft squelching of his finger sinking into your sloppy wet cunt.

Gliding his fingers out, slipping your thigh off his shoulder standing up. Unbuttoning his dark pants, pushing them down, kicking them to the side. “No underwear? Figures why everyone could see the fat outline of your cock when you were in front of the class.”

Picking up his beautiful cock. Biting your lip, stroking your clit, you love the way he’s so fat and heavy he hangs. He smirks looking down at you, trapping your head between his large hands.

Grabbing his cock touching stroking your clit. “I knew you were lookin’ n you lied sayin’ you weren't.” He groans when you slide your side lips along his cock, smearing slick into his cock head. Helping you stroke your clit better.

“Fuck you, you didn't deserve the satisfaction after being wrong. You should have studied better, I'm disappointed in you can I even think of you as a rival after that.” Biting Choso’s tattoo of black flowers and dark green leaves and thorny vines.

The large garden covers most of his body. Hiding scars you’ve memorized the placement of. You hate him so much, yet you know his body better than your own.

Tracing over the one above his heart. Kissing the bite mark. “Please you know you’re going to be thinking about seeing me in class tomorrow. Let’s see how good your essay is, if I think it’s less than 96 you’re not cumming.” Grabbing your hair pulling your head back.

Looking up at him, siding your hand down from his thick hard pecs to his sculpted abs. “Fuck whatever stupid grading system you have it's rigged. You just want to hear me beg.” Stepping back, taking away his thick, warm cock on your soft clit.

Choso leads you from his living room into the hallway with a firm grasp on your hair. “Damn right, I want to hear you beg for this cock. Watch yourself, see what a dumb slut I fuck ya into.” Letting go, shoving you into his bathroom, grabbing your arm, and twisting you to face the mirror. Bending you over, lifting your ass up in the air.

Grabbing the counter. Admiring Choso in the mirror. His broad chest, thick arms, and slim waist. “I want to be fucked dumb by your fat cock.” Lining his thick cock up gliding in just his fat cock head.

Suspended in the air with only his tip in you, you look so desperate begging. "Please fuck me with your fat cock, I don't want to think of anything else. Wanna be your pretty dumb cock sleeve." Gliding his cock out, slapping himself on your lips.

Clenching with every wet smack, lining himself back up gliding only his fat tip into you. His fat head alone stretching your cunt feels too damn good. "Please fuck my bratty attitude outta me, make me your mindless cum stuffed slut. NNn." Roughly pulling you back to meet his harsh thrust, stuffing you full of his cock.

Loudly moaning, "Fuck me!" Choso grabs your hair, yanking you upright. Wrapping an arm around his neck. Choso slips his arms underneath your legs, folding you in half. Bouncing you in time with his hard, quick thrusts.

Stroking your sweet spot before stirring your guts up. "That's what I thought it's ok ya can moan you are my stupid pretty slut." Slipping his arm across your body, trapping both your legs over his thick forearm.

You're tightly pinned, knees to your chest watching your cunt get stuffed. Getting off on how Choso needs one arm to support you. Stroking your clit whining from the sweet toe-curling pleasure, clenching his fat cock. "Nnn daddy please!"

"Daddy? Already is it that good? Like seeing how your cunt is making a perfect circle from how fat my cock is." Steadily stroking your soft clit. Over the months of ending up in his apartment he's perfected playing with your clit.

You couldn't do it better yourself anymore. Couldn't cum this hard that your eyes are rolling back, body trembling, jaw-dropping. Your thick slick dripping down Choso's balls, some of your squirt splashing onto his counter.

Forgetting everything but getting fucked stupid on Choso's fat, veiny cock. “Ya cummin' so much for me, thought ya hated me but look at you. Giving me those love sick eyes." You don't have the mind to protest.

Choso smirks, "I might be second in class but I'm still your Daddy. No one else can fuck ya like I can look at ya already a stupid drooling brat.”

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