#god please make this man real so he can do this to me

[vaginalvr]

Love a desperate and needy Spencer. I was wondering if you’d be down to write about post prison Spencer being needy for his partner, but like, in a soft way? I mean they fuck nasty but emotional too.

hi!! yes!!

cw: Intense emotional vulnerability, soft dom!Spencer, desperate and tender sex, praise kink, light begging, tears, clinginess, creampie, mild possessiveness, oral (f receiving), overstimulation, post-prison trauma themes.

REQUESTS ARE OPEN!

The door closes behind him with a soft click, and that’s when it hits you—he’s really home.

Spencer just stands there for a moment in the entryway of your apartment, his go-bag at his feet. His posture’s too stiff, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jacket like he doesn’t know what else to do with them.

You don’t speak.

You walk up to him and wrap your arms around his waist. You press your face into his chest and hold him tight, and after a long moment, you feel him exhale.

He breathes in again, this time deeper.

Then he crumbles.

He pulls you into him like you’re the only thing keeping him upright. One hand fists in the back of your shirt, the other slides into your hair. He doesn’t cry, not really—but you feel the shudder in his chest, the way he breathes like he hasn’t tasted fresh air in months.

“Hi,” you whisper.

“Hi,” he says, and his voice is so small.

“I missed you.”

“I missed you more than I can say.”

You pull back to look at him—and your heart breaks.

There are faint circles under his eyes. His hair’s longer, messier. He looks thinner. But it’s the way he’s looking at you—like he’s not sure he deserves to—that guts you.

“You don’t have to be okay right now,” you tell him softly.

“I just want to touch you,” he whispers. “Please. Can I—can we…?”

You nod instantly. “Yes. Anything you want.”

And then his mouth is on yours.

It’s not smooth or practiced. He’s not suave or cocky or charming. He kisses you like a man starved—like someone who’s been denied everything that makes life worth living.

He kisses you like you’re air and he’s drowning.

You barely make it to the bedroom.

Clothes come off in a mess of frantic hands and whispered apologies—“Sorry, I just need to feel you—God, I missed this—I missed you—”

When you lay back on the bed, Spencer just stares for a moment. He kneels between your legs and runs his hands slowly down your thighs, eyes glassy.

“You’re real,” he murmurs. “You’re here.”

You reach out, thread your fingers through his curls. “So are you.”

He kisses your inner thigh, then the soft skin of your stomach, then your chest—like he’s trying to memorize you again.

When he slides his fingers between your legs, he groans at how wet you already are.

“For me?” he whispers.

“Always for you.”

He leans down and presses his mouth to your pussy like it’s sacred. Gentle at first—slow, careful licks, his fingers digging into your thighs like he’s scared you’ll disappear.

You gasp when his tongue finds your clit, and he moans like the taste of you hurts him.

“I dreamed about this,” he murmurs between strokes. “I thought about you every night. Touched myself to the memory of your sounds. The way you taste. The way you fall apart.”

You arch under him, thighs trembling. “Spence—”

“Let me make you come,” he begs softly. “Please. I need to feel you come on my mouth.”

And you do—shaking, gasping his name, thighs wrapped around his head as he groans against you like a man possessed.

He kisses your pussy through it, then rests his forehead on your hip, panting.

“I love you,” he whispers.

You pull him up, cup his face in your hands, and kiss him again—deep and messy and raw.

“I want you,” you say. “Please. I need to feel you inside me.”

He slides in slow, his eyes locked on yours the whole time.

And when he bottoms out, you swear you see tears in his eyes.

“You feel like home,” he says, voice cracking.

Then he starts to move.

It’s not hard or rough—at first. It’s deep. Emotional. Like he’s trying to bury himself so far inside you that nothing—no one—can ever take you away again.

“I missed this,” he groans, hips snapping harder now. “Missed the way you feel around me. Missed how you moan my name. Missed how good you are to me.”

“You have me,” you gasp. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“Say it again,” he whispers, fucking you harder now, each thrust deeper, more desperate.

“I’m yours, Spencer,” you pant. “Always.”

He cries out, forehead dropping to yours, and you feel him trembling.

“Can I come inside you?” he asks, broken. “Please. I need—fuck, I need to fill you. I need to feel you take it.”

“Do it,” you beg. “Come inside me. Mark me. Show me you’re home.”

That’s all it takes.

He comes with a hoarse cry, hips stuttering, hands gripping your thighs tight. You feel him spill into you, his whole body shaking.

But he doesn’t pull out.

He stays inside you. Wraps you in his arms. Kisses your face. Holds you like he never wants to let go.

“I don’t want this to end,” he whispers.

“It doesn’t have to,” you whisper back. “I’m not going anywhere, Spence. I’m right here.”

You feel him soften inside you, but he still doesn’t move.

He just holds you.

And in the quiet, you feel his body relax for the first time in months.

[dsireland86]

Hi, how are you? I was wondering if I can get a nick folio request where you’re friends with the band and the topic of sex comes up and the guys find out that no man has ever been able to make you cum and nick wants to make it a challenge to get you off and be the first man to make you cum as many times as he can. So overstimulation, smutty and fluffy where feelings get admitted.

Thank you so much ☺️🥺

Oh no... this might ruin me!

The Challenge

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“Oh my god, this movie is boring as fuck," Matt groaned, removing his hat and letting his hair out.

"Agreed. Can we change it, please," Nicholas sighed, hugging the pillow tight.

"No! Don't change it. I need to find out what happens," Jolly cried, terrified he was going to miss something important.

"Dude, it's predictable," Matt chided, turning his head to stare at the tall Swede who's eyes were glued to the tv screen. Jolly just waved him off, fixating his gaze even harder on people inside the large rectangle.

Moments later, the two main characters exchanged kisses and, in a matter of seconds, were entangled in a very detailed sex scene that was filling the living room with crude sounds that grew intensely uncomfortable. 

"Wow, okay, this is awkward," you laughed, turning your face into Folio's shoulder, "What, you don't like intense sex scenes," he joked, nudging you in the side.

"Um no, not really. Most of the time they’re not even accurate. Too dramatic and way over climactic to be real."

"Says you," Matt chimed in.

"Say's logic, Matt. I mean, do you honestly think every girl looks or sounds like that when she's doing it," you stated, pointing at the tv.

"Don't they?"

You gave Noah a look that made him chuckle.

"Well, it sure sounds pretty good. I think it's legit," Jolly said.

"Yeah, okay," you snickered.

"What? Are you saying you've never made sounds like that during sex?"

"Jolly, dude. Really?" Folio narrowed his eyes, shaking his head. "I'm sorry," he muttered to you as you turned your face against his shoulder again to hide your embarrassment.

"Sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean to embarrass you," Jolly apologized. You smiled softly at him, telling him it was okay.

"All I'm saying is that scenes like this make the expectations too high, and then girls end up frustrated and angry that their partners can’t do what they're assuming is supposed to happen."

"Well, that sounds like a partner issue then," Noah stated.

"You’re probably right,” you agreed with Noah.

"Are you saying you’ve had shitty partners; boyfriends or just a random accidental pickup?" Folio asked, genuinely curious.

"Both," you stated honestly. "The first two guys I dated cheated on me. The second break up hurt me so badly that I had a, what did you call it," looking up into Folio's adorably sweet face.

He grinned at you, brushing the loose hair away from your eyes. "A random accidental pickup," he smiled softly.

You stared at Folio for a moment, drawn in by the way he was gazing at you; sultry and seductive without even trying to. You noticed things about him you never had before, like the way his lips were thin yet full and completely kissable and his cute button nose with the small gold hoop that one could only see if they stared hard enough, and the gold stud he'd traded the dangled cross for that somehow complimented his jaw line perfectly. 

"Yeah, that," you replied, sitting up while clearing your throat. "Anyway, a guy friend and I had one of those, and it turned out to be the worst mistake ever. We got drunk at a party, and, well, you know how that story goes."

“Damn. What happened after?”

You shrugged, hating to even have to think about it.

“I figured out he was just using me.”

"You mean he just took what he wanted and bailed?"

You nodded. 

"I didn’t think about it at the time. I should’ve known better though. The other guys I’d been with did the same thing, but eventually, I just convinced myself that it was the way it was and until eventually, it didn’t hurt anymore.”

All five guys looked at each other as if you'd just told them you were a virgin.

"What?"

"They never made sure you, you know... finished first?" Nicholas asked.

"Um, no," you said softly, looking down at your hands in your lap. "Were they supposed to?"

"Any decent guy does," Noah implied.

"Do you," you asked jokingly.

"Absolutely. Every time," he smiled. Noah might have been your friend, but that didn't mean you didn’t have a crush on him. He knew exactly how to get your blood pumping every time, and he knew it. Just like now.

"Oh, well, lucky them," irritated with girls you’d never met.

"Y/N, making sure the girl finishes first should always be the priority. Like Noah said, decent guys know that," Folio added when you laid your head down on his shoulder.

"I honestly don't think it would have been a big deal even if it didn't happen first. Just as long as it happened."

"But it did."

"No, it didn't."

"What? But you said,"

"You asked if he took what he wanted and left, and I said yes. Nick was the one who mentioned the finishing first thing."

"So, what you're telling me is that none of the guys you’ve been with were able to make you cum?"

Folio took your hand and laced his fingers through yours. Your body shivered from his touch, from the way his fingers brushed over the skin on the back of your hand, quickening your breath. The calloused skin on his palms raked against yours, matching the size of your hands together as he gently played with your fingers, waiting for you to answer. With his finger on your chin, Nick turned your face towards him, dragging his eyes up and down as if trying to memorize your features.

"Yeah," you swallowed hard, unable to look away, feeling compelled to answer him. "That's what I'm telling you."

Nick traced your bottom lip with his thumb, a teasing gesture that had you swallowing back a whimper. You couldn't stop yourself from darting out the tip of your tongue and catching a taste of it, watching the light in his eyes turn darker. The saltiness on Nick's skin heightened your senses, leading you to wonder if the rest of him tasted just as good. You heard a faint groan escape him from somewhere deep inside his chest, shifting as the intense feeling of arousal from it slipped between your thighs.

"I can fix that if you want me to. I bet I can make you cum more than once," was all Folio said.

Your eyes were fixed on his lips as he said those words. Your heart raced. The thrill of what was happening between you two was exciting and you didn't want it to stop.

"You can? I mean, why would you want to?" you stammered, barely above a whisper.

"Because I'm attracted to you. Because you're beautiful. Because I want you," Folio replied, slipping his arm around you and pulling you closer to his chest. He smelled like sandalwood and whatever shampoo he used. "It's never been a secret, Y/N. I've never tried to hide it from you or pretend I wanted anything less."

"You- you said you wanted friendship,"

"I did. I do," he nodded, continuing to play with the fingers of your hand that you now had against his chest. "But if we're being honest here, what I've been feeling lately is more than a crush. Every time I see a guy hit on you, I get jealous. And every time I'm around you," he paused, pressing you tighter against him until his grip felt almost bruising. The look in his eyes told you he wanted to be totally honest with you.

"What?" you asked, needing him to tell you what you wanted to hear.

"I want to keep you safe and fuck you like an animal at the same time," he breathed, almost as if he was afraid.

You arched into Folio, claiming his lips, kissing him like it would be the only time. Slowly, you guided your hand over his jawline, running it up the side of his face and over the freshly shaved spot of where his hair started until your fingers found where it ended and tangled themselves in it. Nick pulled you closer against him, as the two of you fell into the unnatural desperation for each other that was quickly spreading like wildfire and threatening to burn you both to the ground if you'd let it. The kiss was deliciously carnal as you matched every thrust of his tongue with your own. He tasted like the beer he'd been sipping on since the start of the movie, and you could barely think about anything else other than wanting as much of him as you could get.

"So, does this mean yes? Do you think I can be the first man to make you cum as many times as possible, sweetheart?"

You smiled against his lips. "I guess it does."

"So, how does this work?" you asked?

With the rest of the guys downstairs fully engaged in the movie, Folio managed to sneak you upstairs to his room without making a scene. Once the door was locked, he removed his shirt and faced you. You were nervous. He could easily tell.

"We'll go slow. Start off simple. No getting naked or anything over the top. I want you to be comfortable and relaxed. I want your body to want to have an orgasm not feel like it has to."

The way Nick was taking care of you made the butterflies inside come to life. He was sweet and gentle yet dominant enough to trust that he would keep his word and give your body what it needed.

"Okay," you smiled, laughing lightly.

Folio moved in towards you, taking your face between his hands and kissing you slowly. You fell against him as his hands fell to the bottom of your shirt, where he lifted it and pulled it over your head, revealing your upper half to him, your breast covered by a black sports bra.

"You like normal underwear. That's a good thing," Folio grinned, leaning down to place small kisses on the skin of your neck.

Your body screamed from his touch, from the way his bare chest was almost flushed against yours. You wanted to cling to him, to rake your nails down his back and devour his lips, and as if he could feel your want, he bent his knees slightly and pulled you against him until you could feel his own excitement between your legs, making you gasp.

"Relax, sweetheart, I've got you. Let me love on you for a moment," Nick assured you, caressing the side of your face.

You nodded and closed your eyes the moment he attacked your neck hungrily, spilling kisses that seeped all the way to the middle of your pussy, creating a heat that you were unfamiliar with. It was a much stronger arousal than you were used to, and it made you feel wild and crazy. His hands roamed your body, leaving trails of fire behind, and when you broke apart, you were both breathing heavily.

"I think I'm falling hard for you, Y/N," Folio unapologetically admitted. "I know I am. You're all I think about, all I want. You consume me."

"I know. Me too. I just never believed I was good enough for you."

"I don't know why.”

"Nick, you could have any girl in the world.”

"Yeah, I know, but I want you. I've always wanted you; only you. To taste you, to fuck you, to wake up to your beautiful smile and make love to you in the mornings while you're still asleep. I've wanted you for a really long time. You've just never noticed."

Grabbing Nick's face, you pulled him down and kissed him long and hard. When you let go, resting your forehead against his, he smiled that infectious smile at you, making your insides flutter like crazy.

"What are you saying, Nick?"

"I'm saying you're mine. I'm saying just the thought of you being with another guy hurts me. Y/N, I want to be yours."

Grabbing Folio's shoulders, he encouraged you with small little words and phrases that made your panties wet, something no guy had ever done before.

"Nick," you said quietly, scared of sounding so inexperienced.

"What is it, little mouse?"

"Nick, my undies are wet. Like really wet."

Folio stopped mid kiss and looked at you.

"You've never felt that before?" he asked, puzzled.

"No, I have, just... well, not this much."

Folio smiled and moved you both over to his bed, where he sat down and had you in between his legs. You laid your hands on his shoulders.

"Can I look?" he asked, peering up at you.

You smirked. "Yeah, you can look."

Folio kissed your belly, dragging his lips across your skin once more. Tugging your leggings down, he grinned big when he saw your cotton panties with the daisies on them.

"These, I love these. They're adorable."

Glancing up at you, the corners of his lips curled, making your knees weak, as he continued his exploration of your lower half. Once your leggings were low enough, Folio tugged at the waistband of your panties, pulling them out far enough to peer down inside.

"Yeah, you're nice and wet for me," he muttered more to himself than to you, licking his lips.

He ran a finger through your soaked wet folds, humming in approval when you clenched down on his shoulders, digging your nails into his skin from the overwhelming sensation. But it was when he entered you, that you started to fall apart. Thrusting slowly in and out, Folio guided his finger inside you, penetrating your walls and forcing himself deeper into you.

"You're so warm and wet. Fuck me," Folio groaned, scooting closer to the edge of the bed, pushing your leggings down more to get a better angle of your are. "You like that, don't you?"

The air lodged in your throat, making it harder to breathe as a small gasp followed by a desperate whimper escaped your lips.

"Y-yes. Oh, god, Nick. It feels really good," you confessed.

Folio glanced up and held your gaze, planting his lips on the spot right below your abdomen, a spot where no man had gone before. The feeling of his hot breath, the way his lips glided across your skin and his hand pressed against your bare ass to hold you tightly steady against his mouth, had your breath shaking and your legs trembling.

"Tell me what you want and I'll give it to you, honey.

Your fingers ran through his hair, tugging at it as your moans grew louder.

"Tell me baby, please," Nick begged you in a whisper, kissing your pubic bone. That was all it took.

"Make me cum, Nick. I wanna cum for you," you panted, biting your lip to hold back a moan.

With no warning, Nick slipped another finger inside you, making you cry out a desperate whine. He fucked you with only his fingers, starting slow, but quickly building speed, holding your gaze with an obsessive desire to watch the orgasm he was determined to give you ruin you.

"Deep breaths, beautiful."

You did as instructed, tipping your head back as choppy breathing and whines slipped out of you filling the room.

"Goddamn, look at you," Folio purred, "fucking yourself on my fingers like a perfect wet dream," dropping to his knees before you, kissing your thighs. "You have no idea how many times I've thought about this moment, Y/N, watching you get off on me, so desperate and needy."

Glancing down at your sex, he softly ran his fingers over the top of your clit.

"God, you're too beautiful," spreading your lips apart to look at your cunt glistening with the wetness from the way he was making you feel. "You smell so fucking delicious and I swear if I don't eat you right now, I literally might die," licking you with just the tip of his tongue.

Nick didn't give you enough time to process anything he'd just said before he pressed his mouth between your legs. Your sharp whimper turned onto a low moan as his tongue teased circles over your sensitive clit forcing you to buck your hips against his face. The intense heat building in your lower back and abdomen said you were really close.

"Fuck, you taste like heaven. So fucking good," Folio muttered, pulling back for a second to wipe his mouth.

He went back to work quickly, doing his best to lick your pussy clean as you let go of every thought as you grinded on him, no longer holding back anymore. 

"Ride my hand harder, sweetheart. You like that, don't you?"

You nodded quickly.

"Don't stop, Nick," you panted.

"Ride it, baby girl, while I make your pretty pussy cum on my fingers."

"Nick," you whimpered, clutching and pulling around his fingers and tongue.

"That's it, feel me in you," he muttered, sucking gently while working your swollen bud with his tongue.

Curling his fingers inside your tight warmth, you moved with his touch until you couldn't hold back any longer. You let out a wrenching moan and finally fell apart on Folio's fingers, pressing your hand on the back of his head to ride your orgasm out on his face. The waves in you broke and your clenching became a languid flutter. Then you pulled Folio to his feet and your fingers were on his belt, undoing his pants as fast as you possibly could.

"I claimed you. I made you mine so now, assholes know they don't have a chance."

"That'll depend," you challenged him, high on a feeling you'd never felt before.

Folio's face fell. "What do you mean? On what?"

Grinning, you yanked his pants down and stared hard at the swollen length of his beautiful cock that was glistening at the tip with arousal just from you alone. You wanted him inside you, destroying you until all you knew was the shape of him. Taking his cock fully into your hand, Folio's head fell back.

"If you can make me cum again."

"Is that a challenge?"

"Maybe," you smiled.

His face lit up with a smile, grabbing the bottom of your sports bra and pulling it off. The darkness of his pupils widened as he took in the sight of your breasts, brushing over the hard peaks of your nipples with the pads of his thumbs and pulling a gasp from your mouth. He pinched and tugged gently.

"You like that, love,"

“Mmmhmm," you replied, sighing. 

Nothing in the world had ever felt so damn good. Folio wrapped his arms around, lifting you up until your breasts were practically in his face. Throwing your arms around his neck, you blushed, feeling awkward, but Folio just shook his head and kissed them. It was enough stimulation to pull you back into the moment with him. You wrapped your legs tightly around his torso, grinding onto him to satisfy the appetite for wanting to cum. You were starving to feel the overwhelming explosion in your body again and would let him do anything to you at this point just to make you feel it.

"Needy girl," Nick teased, pressing you hard against the available wall behind you.

Pinning you there tight, using every muscle in his body, he inserted two fingers in your mouth and told you to suck. You obeyed, but when he took those same fingers and shoved them up inside you, a small squeamish moan filled the room, forcing a buried feral growl out of Folio. Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, he curled and thrusted his fingers through your soaked, raging hot pussy that was screaming for a second release and driving you absolutely mad.

"Oh god, Nick, baby, I need you," running your hands down his face and pulling him in for another kiss.

Folio chuckled.

"Ready to cum again for me so soon?.

You nodded, enthusiastically, biting your lip so you're did make too much noise.

"I know I should take it slow with you, Y/N, but I'm having a hard time doing it. I wanna tear you apart," he confessed unapologetically.

You grinned, running your fingers through his hair.

"You wanna fuck me like an animal?"

"Exactly, baby."

Looking Folio right in the eyes and slamming your lips on his again, you gave in to his wild animalistic behavior.

"Then what are you waiting for?"

With his chest heaving up and down, Folio didn’t waste a second. He carried you to his bed and laid you down, parting your legs and climbing in between them.

"How long has it been since these beautiful legs were thrown over a guy's shoulders?"

You blinked a few times, realizing the answer was never.

"With both the guys I dated, it was either simple missionary or me on top. So, never, I guess."

Folio's head fell.

"You're killing me, doll. But their loss is my gain," he sighed, getting on his knees before you. "I'm gonna bend you in half and fuck you hard and deep until your screaming. I'll take care of this pretty pussy for you, sweetheart and have you cumming all over me."

As a man of his word, Folio took your legs and placed them on his shoulders. Spitting into the palm of his hand he lathered his cock with it, mixing it with his arousal with slow gentle strokes. Lining up the tip of his cock with your swollen pussy, he penetrated your walls, forcing himself deeper and deeper with each emotionally attached thrust. You moaned a curse, gasping from the tightness you were feeling as your walls clenched around Nick, digging your nails into his biceps as he moved back and forth, dissolving into the pleasure of you. Shattered breaths and strangled noises escaped both of you as you lost yourselves in the feeling of each other. This was heaven. Your body trembled in his hands. The deep thrust that hit your cervix had you crying his name, beginning him not to stop.

With a hard grunt, Folio lowered your legs, bringing your bodies close together for the first time. Skin against skin, his muscles tensed from feeling you so soft and hot from the inside, and as he watched you start to unravel as he buried deeper into you, Folio knew then that he'd let no one else see you like this; no other guy would ever touch you this way again. The sounds he made; the deep sensual groans, the panting sighs, told you just how much he'd been longing for this moment with you. As if feeling his thoughts, you pulled him tighter into you, dragging you nails down the damp skin of his back, feeling how all the years of hard-core drumming had shaped and defined his body.

"Nick, look at me," you demanded.

He looked up at you from burying his face against your neck. Tracing his jawline with your fingertips, Folio smiled softly, grabbing your thigh and yanking it up higher around his waist and pushing inside you harder. You pushed his hair back out of his face, and he kissed your arm as you did so, following it with a hard, needy kiss on your lips.

"Y/N, tell me what you need. Tell me what I need to do."

"I need... mmm, f-fuck... can you...?"

"Anything, sugar," Nick promised, licking your lips and biting your lip as you opened your mouth to him.

His tongue wrestled with yours, tasting you, making you moan into his mouth.

"Oh god, I'm almost there, Nick. Make me cum. Fuck me hard until I do, please!" you whined, barely able to breathe.

Pulling out until just his tip was inside you, Folio shifted, repositioning you both so he could give you what you begged for. He found a slow, steady rhythm, thrusting roughly over and over, until all you could do was bury your face into his shoulder and bite down to muffle the screams. It wasn't long before his thrusts became unsteady. His breath was shaking, and his body trembling. You clenched around him, feeling the wave of your orgasm quickly approaching.

"Nick, don't stop, I'm almost there," you gasped.

With a few more loud moans, you clung to the man on top of you, his thrust suddenly more intense, and you cried out sharply as the very first orgasm you'd ever had from a man inside you, hit you so hard you, making you feel so fucking incredibly that you started to cry. Your toes curled against the sheets, and your back arched as you desperately clung to Nick, holding onto him so tight as he shuddered, cursed, then came undone himself, filling you so full of his seed that you could feel it seep out of you. Folio collapsed into you, completely wrecked, holding you the best he could. You caressed his back, kissing the side of his head and wrapping your arms around him in a protective manner. He sighed, placing his lips against your neck and kissing your damp skin.

"You don't know what that does to me, honey," he mumbled.

Nick's sweet pet name for you made you grin.

"Tell me."

He lifted his head as hair fell over his brow again.

"I feel owned. By you. And I like it. A lot."

His honesty killed you. 

"I do own you, Nick Folio. And you own me. And you, sir, are a man of your word," giving him a slight smirk.

"Oh yeah? How so," he asked softly, planting kisses over your chest, taking your softened nipple into his mouth and sucking on it until a hard peak formed.

"Well, you said you could help me with cumming and you did. Twice. That's a record, baby," you giggled.

Nick's mouth curled into a soft smile.

"I love hearing you call me baby," he confessed. "And just so you know, I'm not stopping at two. I plan on making it happen at least one more time before bed."

"Oh, is that right?"

"Yup," he said, finally sliding out of you and getting up. "Come on, let's shower," reaching for your hands. 

Giving them to him, he pulled you up and with the sheet wrapped around your body, you followed Folio to the bathroom. He closed the door and locked it and after turning on the water and waiting for it to get hot, he removed the sheet from around your body and pulled you into him. 

“Are you up for another orgasm? I know you’ve got at least one more in you.”

“I’m assuming you have an idea of how to make that happen.”

Folio chuckled. 

“I was already planning on fucking you in the shower. There’s nothing like steaming hot water to stimulate the senses as you cum," he smirked.

“And you would know?”

“I would. Shower sex is one of my kinks, just so you know. That and my drums. I have a really bad fetish to bend you over my snare.”

Your eyes widened in surprise and you huffed a laugh.  

“But for now, I’m gonna make you cum under the hot water,” he promised, taking your hands and guiding you into the shower.

And that's exactly what happened. For a third time, Folio had your legs shaking terribly, and after you cleaned up and got out, you collapsed into him and that’s how he knew you were spent. Once you were back in his room, he slipped one of his Harley shirts over your shivering body and helped you into his bed, where you curled up into him and fell fast asleep, his challenge completed.

[heyimkana]

Kana..... I can't with my husband. He had THE best question last night. ( We are re-re-watching Solo Leveling right now). I just woke up and still riding the high of you replying so I couldn't get it out of my head and came up with this:

Girls night out , Healer Johee and Hae In Jinwoos Gf/wife are a bit tipsy and start talking smack about sex with previous bf vs bf as of right now

In this scenario Johee and Jinwoo had sex one time before he leveled up. He was okay, a bit shy.

She tells Hae In that. Wifey gets big eyes bc she can't walk straight after today's morning session and tells Johee : girl, u missed out. He leveled UP in this regard too 😏

You're smut is breathtaking/pantie wetting so please enjoy this thought 😌😏💜

DAMNNNNN LMFAOOOO NOT MY MAN LEVELING UP AT SEX IM CRYINGGGG 😭😭😭😭😭

okay but real talk i feel like e-rank hunter jinwoo is definitely shy and nervous when it comes to sex. i feel like if he sees the sight of kitty he'll lowkey (maybe even highkey) panic like "okay what do i do? how do i make her feel good? should i touch her here? should i put a finger inside? should i use my mouth WHAT SHOULD I DO" like all of these thoughts would be running in his head at once and his gf would be like "are you okay?" and he'd be like "y-yeah no i'm fine" while visibly sweating

by the time he tried to slide his cock inside and she flinched, he turned pale and started sputtering something like "oh my god i'm sorry i'm so sorry it hurt didn't it oh god of course it did i just rammed my dick inside you i'm an idiot do you want to stop i can stop maybe we should stop yeah let's stop" like he was still rock hard but his brain was already contemplating suicide (he's so cute 😭)

s-rank hunter jinwoo tho 😏 i mean like... even if it was his first time, i feel like he'd still be in control. like he'd be nervous still (yes of course he'd be nervous. he was going to have sex for the first time with the love of his life) but he'd look so much calmer on the outside. you could tell that he wasn't as composed only when he kissed you or when he touched you cause you'd feel like a little tremble in his fingertips, and his kisses would be much slower than usual, maybe even a little bit hesitant? like if it was her first time too, he'd be constantly asking himself "does she really want to do this? what if she changes her mind? what if i'm not the right person for her? what if she's going to regret it later?" like he was so sweet and genuinely concerned for her he wanted it to be perfect, not just the moment, but the person too 🥺

but he'd be in full control once she gave him her consent, and he'd take it slow and he'd be super gentle with her. he wouldn't be as clueless as e-rank jinwoo but he'd make sure to examine her face/expression all the time, to make sure he wasn't hurting her by accident, to make sure she feels pleasure—from him.

he made sure that she came once or twice before they proceeded to the main course and by the time he slipped himself inside and he saw her flinching in pain, he'd stop (but not panic) and kiss her jaw, her cheek, her lips, her temple and just hold her there for a while.

"i won't move until you tell me to. take as much time as you need. we don't have to go all the way if you don't feel like it. i'm happy just to be with you like this."

and she'd shake her head and they'd share a kiss and when she smiled at him, telling him to move, he'd stroke her cheekbone with his thumb, asking "are you sure?"

and if she nodded, he'd smile back at her, pressing a lingering kiss on her forehead, whispering, "we can stop anytime you want. just say the word, angel. you're the one in control here, not me. it's always you."

and she'd kiss him and they'd move awkwardly at first but just like how he was at everything else, he'd get better fast only because he was always so attentive and he paid attention to every detail like the way her breath hitched when he hit a certain angle, the way her nails sank a little deeper into his back when he rubbed against a certain spot. jinwoo understood his assignment quickly and by the time they got to the second round, he made her came twice before he got his own release 😌

so yeah i guess he's leveling up even at sex too 😂

[jamesdeanbby]

HIII I LOVE YOUR WORK

sooo, can you like, write for like a tattoo artist!Two-bit, and reader wants a lower back tattoo 😝 doesn’t HAVE to be suggestive buuutt do what you want babes THANK YARRRR

────۶ৎ is it showing off my brand new lower back tattoo?

getting a tatoo from your best friend was never better!

warnings : swearing? two-bit and reader have some shit going on already lol

ᐟᐟ ⟢ a/n: omfg this trope is so hot... i lowkey wanna write like five more fics witht his dynamic🙏

The second you stepped into Two-Bit’s shop, you felt the smirk before you even saw it.

“Well, well, well,” he drawled from behind the counter, spinning his stool like a damn cartoon villain. “If it ain’t my favorite girl with the back I’ve been dyin’ to put my hands on.”

You rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the grin tugging at your glossed lips. “I told you I was comin’ in today, Mathews. Don’t act like you didn’t clear your whole damn schedule.”

“Please,” he grinned, hopping off the stool and strutting over. “I cleared my soul for this.”

He was wearing one of those sleeveless black shirts that showed off his arms—and the tattoos that crawled up them like mischief in ink. His curls were a mess. His grin? Shameless. God, he looked too good for a man who woke up at noon and lived off black coffee and chaos.

“You want that lower back tattoo, huh?” he asked, already pulling on a pair of black gloves. “You sure about the spot? It’s real sensitive, babe. I’d hate to make you squirm.”

You tilted your head, smirking. “You love making me squirm.”

He let out a little huff-laugh, stepping in real close, chest practically brushing yours. “Guilty. C’mon, you know I treat you real good. Always have.”

“You treat me like a brat.”

“Yeah, but like—a cherished brat.”

The shop was warm and quiet except for a slow, sultry rock song playing from the little speaker in the corner. The air smelled like ink, disinfectant, and leather—and him. That cologne you hated to love. That smell that always clung to your sheets when he snuck out at 3AM.

You peeled off your hoodie, revealing the little cropped tank top underneath. You turned, pulling your hair up. “Let’s do this, Mathews.”

He exhaled, low and slow. “Jesus. Tryna kill me.”

You straddled the padded chair backwards and leaned forward, resting your arms on the backrest while he rolled up your tank top. His fingers grazed your waist and you shivered.

“Cold?” he asked, voice dipping.

You hummed. “No. Just your touch.”

He chuckled darkly. “Yeah. I know.”

He wiped the area clean, then gently positioned your hips. “Stay still, baby. You move too much, and I’ll have to start over. And you know how I hate doin’ things twice.”

“You liar,” you mumbled, smirking over your shoulder. “You love it when I make you work for it.”

That made him pause, his grin twitching wider. “That’s true. You always make me earn it, huh?”

His fingers were featherlight on your lower back, brushing hair aside as he positioned the stencil. Then the hum of the machine filled the room.

“You ready?”

“Born ready, Mathews. Don’t punk out on me.”

The first press of the needle made your breath hitch—but it was manageable. His hand on your waist anchored you, firm and familiar. The buzz, the pull, the sting. It was pain, but it was his kind of pain. The kind that made your stomach twist and your thighs press together just a little.

“Damn,” he muttered, focusing on the lines. “You’re takin’ it like a champ.”

“I’ve had worse,” you said through a grin. “Remember that night you—”

“Hey,” he interrupted, ears going pink. “Tryna make me mess up? This is art, baby. Respect the process.”

“You’re the one who’s always whispering dirty nothings in my ear while I’m trying to read.”

He leaned in, breath hot against your ear. “That’s ‘cause you always taste better when you’re distracted.”

You actually choked on your own breath, earning a laugh from him.

Time slipped by: filled with teasing, touches that lingered too long, the smell of ink and the heat of being this close. When he finally finished, he gently wiped you down and pulled off his gloves.

“Alright, baby,” he said, smacking your ass lightly with the gauze. “Time to admire my handiwork.”

You twisted to look in the mirror he handed you and—holy hell. It was perfect. Clean, elegant, sexy as sin. Your lower back had never looked hotter.

Two-Bit watched you through the mirror, that devilish smirk never wavering. “Told you I’d do ya right.”

You met his eyes in the reflection. “You always do.”

He pulled you by the wrist gently until you stood facing him. One hand slipped under the hem of your tank top, fingers resting on the fresh ink, careful not to touch too hard. His other hand trailed down your hip, settling on the curve of your waist.

“You stayin’ over tonight?” he asked, voice a little lower now.

You tilted your head. “Only if you promise to behave.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he purred, leaning in real close, “you know damn well I never do.”

[faegoddessog]

Hello and welcome.

Please excuse the following minor chaos with lots of unscientific side comments from the peanut gallery of my brain.

I fear this particular research brings up more questions than it answers: 

You’d think that pleated front,  straight leg trousers (my least favorite bifurcated mens wear)  would allow for plenty of space. And indeed we have tons of drape from the mid thigh down.  And wow, those are some MAN POCKETS. They fit his WHOLE DAMN HAND! (You’d NEVER see such roomy decadence on women’s trousers.) 

But either by accident or design, that crotch is STILL riding up on him or… wait.. Is it? Is it really? This MAY be a testament to just how bulky Mr. Happy actually is pre-growth or maybe he is just swinging in the proverbial wind.

Dear ones, after MUCH deliberation from as many angles as I can find, I can ascertain no evidence of ‘panty lines’. Either way, literally the ONLY PLACE THEY ARE TIGHT IS HIS CROTCH.   Yes they HUG his backside showing off each delicious slice, but they aren’t rigorously taut. 

Why then, would he choose no barrier between his sensitive flesh and these decidedly 1990’s dad pants? (for real, I was there I remember this look so distinctly)  ESPECIALLY when he knows he’s heading for the photocall  (this seems to have been resolved at the photo call, btw. Which came first, I don’t know) Unless, of course, he did it just for us (as stated by @austinbutlerslovers). 

 I find it hard… mmm hard.. No  sorry, (got distracted) I find it hard to believe our shy boy would go full commando for this.  It’s more likely he has boxers maybe or something roomy in the front because he is not being ‘held’ the way we normally see him, and boy are we seeing him. It's also worth noting he's also not just flip flopping around with those long legged strides. This practically proves my hypothesis that he does indeed dress to the right.  At first he thinks he can hide it in the pleats, but genetics just laughs at the attempt. The heart wants what the heart wants, freinds.

(I can just imagine him seeing this and shaking his head ‘guys, I just had on my normal underwear, you freaks.’) 

Regardless of motives or actual presence of ‘small clothes’,  I can tell that he is not quite comfortable. Left hand slides into those generous pockets to try and adjust. Those fingertips are surely wedging in between his testes and his inner thigh.  Maybe it’s itchy, balls get itchy, or just sticky? It’s the Mediterranean Coast, it’s probably humid, skin sticks to skin, it’s just natural. (Deoderant on the upper inner thighs can help, they also make products for this baby, calling on all thick thigh’d ladies to speak out!) The second hand goes in, an obvious check on the goods, (can I help you with that sir?)  Is his tip being irritated by all that jouncing and rubbing? (how do men even walk… like for real it’s a mystery to me and for the record, I’m always supportive of when they have to do these kinds of adjustments, no shame babes, no shame.)

He even takes one or two very subtle steps doing the old ‘jiggly ball’ stride with the slight wide leg swing to unstick himself from his leg. Props darling one, to do it all with such casual confidence and grace , especially as each step is fraught with starts and stops of people literally in his face. God he is so deliciously cool and collected. (Does this fact make me want to see what it'll take to push him into feral and unhinged? Uh huh, you bet your grand dad's pants it does.)

All in all, I’d love to hand him a pair of MeUndies Ball Caddy  or Duluth Bullpen undies, cuz although I DO enjoy the view,  I don’t want him to chafe.  Angel hands need to hold those goods for the sake of all our heart rates. 

Other videos and posts used in the research are cited below in APA format.

Austinbulterslovers. (May 2025). He did it for us. [Video File]. https://www.tumblr.com/austinbutlerslovers/783815840154959872?source=share.

ButlerBliss. (May 2025). Austin Butler, Emma Stone, Pedro Pascal, Joaquin Phoenix and Ari Aster arrive at the Cannes photocall for ‘Eddington’. [Video File]. https://www.instagram.com/butlerbliss_/reel/DJwCqPkRdyd/.

Festival de Cannes. (May 2025). EDDINGTON - Photocall - VO - Cannes 2025. [Video File]. https://youtu.be/DcZYu-HR-fc?si=36w3fQoiDAoP3Cn-.

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I feel this is another video in need of @faegoddessog PhD research

[seohyunsfavorite]

Simon is just so big and muscular (tree trunk thighs..), like the size difference is just mind boggling, and he’s not gentle either, like if you’re looking for a gentle giant, thats not him

He’ll put you in a headlock while fucking you from behind, and that’s probably when he’ll try to be a bit gentle cause he’s trying so hard to fight the urge to snap your neck

Not that he’d want to hurt you like that but all those years in the field it’s just muscle memory!!

[themyscirah]

Started thinking about the Amanda Waller + Ben Turner relationship again.... fuck, I'm gonna need a minute

[crustuu]

hell hath no torment quite like teenage brothers

[darealsaltysam]

some of my favorite lines of dialogue i've overheard in marvel rivals so far

(keep in mind these are all paraphrased im going off of memory cuz i never have the reflex to screenshot these as they happen oops)

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"I never had kids, but I did have the Avengers. Same thing." - Iron Man spawning in

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"One for me, one for Steven, one for Jake." - Moon Knight after getting a triple kill

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"Can you teach me some of your magic-?"

"No."

"Why not?"

"I think you've had enough chaos already." - Loki & Scarlet Witch interaction

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"You have made your father proud, Wanda, my dear." - Magneto when assisting a Scarlet Witch with a kill

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"No one breaks a bargain with me twice."

"So I can do it once?" - Hela & Loki interaction

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"When I said "No More Mutants" you were who I meant, Logan." - Scarlet Witch after killing a Wolverine

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"How did you learn magic?"

"A place called Kamar-Taj."

"Oh so you weren't bitten by, like, a radioactive sorcerer?"

"[Extremely exasperated] Peter, please..." - Doctor Strange & Spiderman interaction

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"Leave real magic to the grown-ups, Ilyana." - Scarlet Witch killing a Magik

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"Nerd win!" - Bruce Banner if he gets a kill in his non-Hulk form

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"Are you fast enough to stop a bullet, if I shot you?"

"Well, you won't be able to. I already dismantled the inner-mechanisms of all of your guns."

"Wh- What?!"

"Now if you behave yourself I might fix them." - Punisher & Magneto interaction

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"So you can talk to rodents?"

"Tippy-Toe seems to think so!"

"Can you try and convince Rocket to clean his bunk?"

"There are some things even I can't do, I'm afraid." - Star-Lord and Squirrel Girl interaction

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"We sense great darkness and chaos within you, woman."

"You're one to talk, Venom."

"No, we... Find it strangely... Attractive."

"...Somehow, that made me want to save this universe less." - Venom & Scarlet Witch interaction

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"It's good to be fighting side by side again, like in the old days."

"Back when you used children as soldiers for your cause?"

"When you put it like that, you make me sound like a terrible father."

"For once, we agree on something." - Magneto & Scarlet Witch interaction

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"[in the sassiest tone you can imagine] Your GOD is SUFFERING!!!" - Loki taking damage

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[i also dont remember the exact dialogue but there IS one with rocket asking to buy bucky's arm. so yes we won there]

[jinwoosbabyboo]

Just read your telling the LADS Men you're pregnant hcs and AAAA I loved it so muchhh. the boys r so silly. SOOO May I request LADS men when reader goes into labour when they're away? Sorry I just love chaos 🤭

The Baby is Coming!

Giving your lads man a call when you're going into labor while he's not with you. A/N: Hey nonnie I bet you thought I forgot about this request huh? I didn't sorry I took so long to finish it. Love you 🩵

Zayne

Calling Zaynes' office

Zayne: Dr. Zayne speaking Tara: It’s coming Zayne: What’s coming?

Fumbling noises from you snatching the phone from Tara

MC: Your big headed child Zayne my water just broke

Loud clattering noises on Zaynes' end

Zayne: I’m on my way home now MC: Tara is bringing me to the hospital just stay there Zayne: Right right … I'll report to labor and delivery MC: *groans in pain* Zayne: How bad is the pain MC: I’ll punch you in the nuts so you can experience it firsthand Zayne: I’ll let that one slide because I know it’s the contractions talking

Rafayel

MC: The twins are coming Rafayel: WHAT!? MC: YEA! Rafayel: They’re 3 weeks early MC: No shit sherlock *groans in pain* Rafayel: Tell them I said stop hurting mommy MC: Mommy is gonna curb stomp daddy if he isn’t here within the next 5 minutes Rafayel: Don’t worry your savior is on the way MC: You’re not funny hurry up Rafayel: Can’t you just cross your legs? MC: Nvm I’ll drive myself Rafayel: Okay okay I’m sorry I’m just freaking out MC: I have not one but two crotch goblins trying to rip me in half I need you to lock in or so help me God I will fry you up and serve you with a side of fries and extra tartar sauce you hear me? Rafayel: Yes ma’am

Xavier

Xavier: I have everything ready to read to your tummy tonight MC: You’ll be reading to our son instead Xavier: What do you mean? MC: My water broke while I was at Philos Xavier: Why are you there? MC: I was picking out the flowers I want in my hospital room *groans in pain* Xavier: I’m coming don't worry MC: You coming is what caused all of this but it's fine Jeremiah is driving me to the hospital now Xavier: ……does he drive better than me? MC: Xav please don’t piss me off right now……. Xavier: Right heading there now MC: Make sure you bring the baby bag Xavier: I have it ... unlike Jeremiah MC: NOT NOW!

Sylus

Sylus: I'm getting a distress call from Mephisto what's wrong? MC: The baby is coming Sylus: Is this another case of Braxton Hicks? MC: No its a case of amniotic fluid all over the damn kitchen floor Sylus: I'm on my way don’t move MC: *groaning in pain* I can barely do anything right now Sylus: Remember the breathing techniques MC: This is all your fault Sylus: I know Princess you can squeeze my hand as hard as you want MC: I’m gonna break it Sylus: Good luck with that MC: What did you just say? Sylus: I said I’m sure of that

Caleb

MC: Hey dumbass your big headed child is trying to tear me in two Caleb: Aww are they kicking too hard? MC: Caleb….. Caleb: Don’t tell me MC: Yes my water broke Caleb: Okay don’t worry I’m on my way stay on the phone with me MC: Gideon is already driving me to the hospital meet us there Caleb: ….. MC: You there? Caleb: Is he driving safe? MC: CALEB! Caleb: Right on my way! Uh real quick did you grab the baby bag? MC: Yes Caleb: Do you remember the breathing techniques? MC: Yes Caleb: Did you- MC: STOP WITH THE TWENTY ONE QUESTIONS BEFORE I HANG UP Caleb: Alright I'm done but just so you know you can scream at me all you want I don't mind MC: *Hangs up*

[clioerato]

Steve is the very supportive “ally”

Reverse of this post.

That kind of situation where Steve is the very supportive “ally” and totally knows Eddie is gay. And Steve, bless his heart, just really, really wants Eddie to feel safe—so he does everything he can to show he’s cool with it.

And he’s absolutely, completely, mind-blowingly unaware that he’s been dating Eddie Munson for years.

1986: Steve: “You’ve never been on a date with a guy? No worries, man—I’m technically a guy. I’ll go with you.” Eddie, blinking: “…Okay?”

1986: Steve: “You’ve never kissed a guy? That’s fine, it’s kinda like this…” Eddie, stunned: That was not ‘kind of like’—that was a kiss. That was a real, good kiss. Oh my God.

1987: Steve: “Sex? Uh—I think it’s totally normal! I can, like, show you a few things? I mean, if you want…” Eddie, halfway to cardiac arrest: Am I hallucinating? Is this happening? Is this real life?

1987: Steve: “Yeah, Robin and I are moving. You’re coming with us, obviously.” Eddie: “…Obviously.” Robin in the background, sipping her coffee, watching Steve like he’s a very slow-burn romance novel character.

1988: Steve: “Hey, by the way—you should list me as your emergency contact. I mean, we live together, and Wayne’s kinda far. If something happens, I’m the guy they’d call anyway.”

Eddie, looking at the form in his hands: “…Okay. Sure. My emergency boyfriend. Got it.” Steve: “What? So... Cool!”

1995: Steve: “So, uh… Robin’s officially moved in with her girlfriend. It’s just you and me now.” (pause) “You wanna maybe buy the place? Together? Like, co-own it. Makes sense, right?” Eddie, deadpan: “You’re asking me to buy a house with you.” Steve: “Yeah. It’s practical.” Eddie: “Right. Extremely platonic mortgage.” Steve: “Exactly!” Eddie, muttering: “I’m gonna put that on a t-shirt.”

1997: Steve: “We’ve lived together for, what, ten years? I’ll help you adopt. Co-parenting’s way easier than going solo.” Eddie: “Co… parenting?” Steve: “Yeah.” Eddie, whispering into the void: Dear God, give me strength. I didn't even say that I wanted a child.

2004: Steve: “Of course I’ll marry you if you need to make it official for paperwork or whatever—wait.” (pause) “…May be you want do it with someone you love?”

Eddie, deadpan: “Sweetheart. We share a bed. We have a joint bank account. We have a child. You kissed me goodbye this morning and told me not to forget your lunch.”

Steve: “Yeah, but… I do that with Robin too.”

Eddie: “You don’t kiss Robin on the mouth, Stevie. Any kids with someone? Sex?”

Steve, indignant: "Of course not!" Steve, understanding: "Of course not…"

Steve, slowly blinking: “…Holy shit. I’ve been dating you for, like, seventeen years.”

Eddie, grinning: “Welcome to the relationship, babe. Glad you could join us.”

Steve: “Do we have an anniversary?” Eddie: “We have four. You’ve missed them all.” Steve: “Well now I feel like a terrible boyfriend.” Eddie: “You just agreed to be my husband, technically.” Steve: “Oh my God.” Eddie: “I’ll make you a timeline later.” Steve: “Please do.”

[madamechrissy]

Escort! Satoru- part five

Pairings- Escort Satoru Gojo x shy CEO F! reader

Warnings- mutual pining like a mf, obsessed ass/whipped ass Gojo, mutual pining, lots of yearninggg, kissing (I KNOW YAYYY) dry humping, teasing, fingering, public play, fluffy and cute- there will be a part six! (final) pretty woman vibes 🤭

<<<Part Four - Final Part>>>

Escort! Satoru finally does it, he asks you on that date, watching the shock in your eyes, the trembling of your lips as you step back, and Satoru feels it then, the hammering of his heart. Is it too late? Should he have reached out again to you after the first night, when you didn't answer? His blue eyes peer at you over those glasses, as the sunlight beats down on your skin, making his cheeks just a little reddened, striking across his pale skin.

Escort! Satoru eases his hands gently off your face, when you swallow nervously - he hurt you so badly that night, the embarrassment of asking him to hold you, dying for a mere kiss on the lips. How could you be so foolish, truly, you had to try to forget him in any way you could, after sleeping with him and knowing he would never be yours, always sharing him, he was just there because of your money and maybe he enjoyed it. But it wasn't more.

Escort! Satoru realizes how much he fucking missed you now, as if some void is filled by your presence, but you lower his hands gently, holding them for a moment. 'I was so...' stupid, you were stupid 'I'm very sorry I asked you for things you never do,' you sigh, looking around, seeing people walk by. 'I should have respected your-' Satoru stops you then, tilting your chin up, your gaze focused on him. 'I should have held you, okay? I'm sorry...' you feel your eyes fill with the tears, as words you've dreamed of are spoken, and they feel just like that- a dream. 'I want a real date, could we?'

Escort! Satoru eyes you when your phone rings, and you look down nervously. 'I have a date tonight, the first in... years' Satoru steps back now, glaring at you. 'With who?' you blink in surprise. 'Why does it matter to you? Do you think after months I wouldn't ever wanna try?' Satoru grips your wrist, thumb brushing against the veins gently, sending shivers down your spine, as he tries to compose himself, he has no right to be so mad, so jealous. 'Fine, then give me a date after' he murmurs, desperate for you, how can he see you and not try? After everything he's been yearning for appears before him, and he knows how badly he fucked up. 'I don't know...' you want to, god you do, but you also know how badly Satoru can hurt you, uniquely. 'Please just, give me a chance to explain myself, to be myself and not...' he trails off, the wind blows gently and a little blossom lands on your hair, which he sweetly brushes away. 'One chance'

Escort! Satoru is furious thinking about anyone touching you, though it's toxic and unrealistic in every aspect. His job was to touch, though he'd throw it all away if you asked, god he would, because he doesn't find joy in any of it. No amount of money fills this emptiness, but he never thought he'd have a chance with you - only to ruin it. 'I'll go out with you this weekend, but you pick the place, and pick me up' you say softly, his heart thuds as he nods eagerly, desperate and pathetic for you - something he's never been until you ruined him with just your energy, your body, that laugh he'd love to have back. Memories of your night fill him then, as he aches to touch you, to know you, to kiss you.

Escort! Satoru plans the date to a tee, but the whole time he's wondering - where are you going, and with who? Would you prefer them over him? Meanwhile you're trying to get through that date, mind wandering, you just tried to open up for the first time since Satoru broke your heart - even if it was your own fault. You try to smile, and enjoy him, a handsome man that surely was perfect on paper, and interested in you. As the night goes on and the drinks pour, you think to yourself, you should try, letting him kiss you at the end of the evening, wondering what you'll feel. It's nice, but it's nothing like just being near Satoru. Frustrated almost to tears, you're laying in bed that night, as the man in your head that you almost pushed down enough, is back front and center.

Escort! Satoru can't stand it, knowing you're on a date, he almost texts you so many times before he caves - 'ready for our date?'- he smirks, hoping your with whoever it was. But you don't answer him for hours, until you finally write him - yes - and that's it, no sweet banter like the two of you had. It's different, had you really already moved on? He trembles as he texts you - 'how was the date?' - and you write - 'it was fine, any jobs tonight? - and that's when he realizes you're mad. The sweetest girl he met is so clearly mad. He hadn't taken a job tonight, and he's cancelled his week, but he gets it clearly. - 'no job tonight, I'm excited to see you' - He's never said that to anyone. You heart the message, emotions catching, excitement but apprehension in equal parts, you just don't know if he's serious, you're so scared to let go again.

Escort! Satoru picks you up that night in his car, some little Maserati sports car that looks like it goes way too fast. You can't act like he's not sexy as fuck as he steps out of it, opening your door and grinning at you, but you try to hold back, smiling with a 'thank you' as you slide in next to him. Satoru's hand craves to press on your thigh, but fuck if he's not nervous, he hasn't had a date since he started this career despite his job being to go on dates, not a real one, not with someone he asked. He's damn near shaking with his nerves, trying to play it off, as he drives through the quiet streets, smiling over at you with a quirk of his lips. 'You look beautiful' his words make you flustered, nervously tugging a bit on the gorgeous dress you're wearing, glittering like the stars in the sky - fuck your very skin itself glitters. 'you're saying it truly this time?'

Escort! Satoru glares now, foot on his break, scowling at you. 'what do you mean truly? you think I didn't mean any of it?' you blink back unexpected tears, looking out the dark tinted window as he drives once more. 'It was your job, that's all, and I told you I took it too far, you shouldn't feel bad that happened. I - ah!' he skids to a stop suddenly, pulling off the side of the road, and unbuckling your seatbelt so fast you can barely register. He's got you on his lap so fast, as cars whirl by, shaking the fucking car and shocking you further, as he handles you like it's nothing. You brace your hands on his chest, so nervous now, hands clenching the black jacket of his tux, breaths faster and faster. 'You are beautiful, I never said that because of a job' he swipes away your tears, lips hovering over yours, as he exhales, breath tickling your lips. 'What are you doing, Satoru?' your whisper is weak, as he drags you even closer, and his eyes dart to your lips. 'What I should have done that night'

Escort! Satoru slams his lips on yours then and there, you feel it like hot, electric shots going through your body when he does, when he's pressing those plush, glossy lips on yours, and you're shattering over him, lost in his kiss. Satoru has never felt anything like it, like finally kissing you, his tongue slipping in your mouth, drinking up your every cry, every gasp, as you roll your hips just right, and he feels the heat he's been dying for against his aching cock. 'Fuck...' his hushed words are met with your little cry, which just has him dragging you down harder, ready to devour every sweet inch of you, but barely being able to drag himself from your lips, gasping as he pulls back, eyes meeting yours, glimmering now. 'Satoru you... kissed me...' you're close to crying now, trembling as he sighs, cupping your pretty face, the one that's haunted him. 'I've wanted to since I first saw you'

Escort! Satoru keeps kissing you, over and over, desperate and messy, you almost cum just from that friction against you, his teeth sinking into your lower lip, as his huge hands press into your skin. 'I need you, fuck I need you sweetheart- god you have no clue' you're easing back, struggling to compose yourself. 'Am I so VIP?' you tease softly, and he feels it then, the soft way you're asking - not judging, but scared. He exhales, resting his head on yours, shaking his head and pulling you down again. 'I'll gladly delete my whole fucking profile, for a chance with you' his words sink in fully. Your cheeks are hot under his gentle touch. 'I just don't... Satoru, you don't have to do this for me. I understand...' He kisses you once more, before your phone rings.

Escort! Satoru glares, and you can't help but giggle. 'Are you jealous?' he just sets his jaw, as you look over and see it, holding the phone with a shaky hand, and he pulls you harder on his cock, having your eyes roll back in your skull. 'Tell him you're on a date' he whispers, gripping you so tight, before easing you to sit back in your seat, kissing you over and over. 'Let's get there, okay?' you're trying to compose yourself, seeing him shift and wince while he drives once more, pouting. 'You enjoying my pain, sweets?' you can't help but giggle again. The date is pretty and serene, the restaraunt on the roof top, swathed in moonlight. Satoru feeds you carefully, the two of you sharing dessert, talking and laughing like the first time he fucking met you - when he knew then, something was so special about you, something he could never pin fully, but he sees it, with how the candle light hits your face, your sweet blush as his hand slips up your thigh.

Escort! Satoru is not happy to learn you've had a kiss, and your amused little smile is quickly lost, when he slips his fingers between your thighs, and you wildly look around, as he smirks at you. 'That's cute, you kissed? did you like that?' he's taunting now, possessive gaze, that you can't get enough of, fuck you want all of him, even though you're scared, so scared to be hurt again. He's pressing his fingers against your panties, which are soaked, watching as your eyes get lidded, hand gripping the thick white cloth, and he slips under then, feeling the heat he'd been dying for, leaning in close. 'Asked you a question, hmm?' you lean closer, hips shifting, jerking as he thumbs your twitchy little clit, making you gush. 'Would you be mad if I liked it, Satoru?' he sighs, slipping two fingers in your slick hole, making you almost moan in the fucking restaurant now. 'You're wet for me, aren't you, all me?' He's curling them now, acting so casual as a waitress refills your wine, and you pray no one hears the squishing noises your juices are making.

Escort! Satoru can't help but suck you off his fingers, right before he makes you cum, and you're throbbing around nothing, wanting. You're clenching your teeth as you watch, as if he's finishing his dessert- and when he tastes you again!? He can barely control himself, eyes dilated while you sink into his tastebuds, ready to finally give you what you want, and need, and deserve, fuck you so good you can't function, and hold and kiss you. Satoru slips his lips on yours in front of the restaurant, and you taste yourself, whining into his lips. Suddenly a girl sees him, a frequent client who'd gotten too obsessed, and walks right up to him, crossing her arms. He eases back in the seat, as you look down shyly, unsure of who she is. 'I'm on a date' his words make your heart flutter now, as she glares. 'ah, so you do kiss? was this some special package, do you know how expensive you are?' you bite back a smile, and Satoru just grins, shaking his head like a little shit. 'It's different, she's my girlfriend.'

Escort! Satoru blushes when you whisper 'your girlfriend, huh?' in his ear moments later, as a very angry client stomps off, and he brushes back your hair, hard body against yours, studying your face. 'Would you... be my girlfriend?'

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[seasprincess]

Yapping

gf!reader x early seasons!Spencer ☆

In which your nerdy boyfriend won’t just stop talking. So you make him….

warnings: MDNI, sub!Spencer, handjob (m receiving), whiny Spencer, he’s a bit pathetic x

wc:811

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After working for the past couple days on a hard case that took a lot out of you and the rest of the team. It’s a tough time sometimes. Wearing all of you out.

Apart from one genius who just won’t be quiet now that you two are home alone.

“A vast majority of unsubs have that MO.” He says before getting cut off by you placing your lips back on his. You’re sitting on his lap trying to just make out with him. And of course he’s speaking at a million miles per minute. Nothing out of the ordinary of course.

“They usually aren’t driven by-“ He’s cut off again, lips reconnecting making a sound that makes your cheeks flush. Why is he still talking? Sometimes this man cannot take a hint.

Your hands come up to his cheeks as you try pull him closer in the kiss but as soon as your lips leave his he’s back at it again.

“-The killing. They’re more interested in-“

Another kiss. Hand on his shirt pulling his chest towards yours, feeling him against you is just what you needed right now.

“They’re more interested in the body parts. So psychologically the-“ His voice goes up in a squeak at the end of his sentence when he feels your hand on his crotch.

“For the love of god Spencer. Please shut up.” You say as you close your eyes. Taking a breath. “I love you and your rambles but right now I need something else.”

Spencer freezes at your words and touch. His mind which was once preoccupied is now completely on you and only you. He takes a shaky breath as he suddenly snaps into reality.

You’re sitting on his lap, chest to chest kissing him. And what’s he doing? Rambling about a case that’s now solved.

He has a real life beautiful girl sitting on his lap and he’s being a nerd and yapping.

“Y-yeah. Sorry.” He says softly, voice catching in his throat. Finally understanding what you are wanting.

Yes you and him have done stuff before but every time he still acts like an innocent virgin boy who's never touched a woman.

“Good. Thank you.” You say as your lips reconnect with his. Moving slow and passionate against his. Just the way he likes, it makes him a mess.

As your tongue enters his mouth he lets out a little whine. He’s turning to puff in your hands by just a simple kiss. It’s pathetic. He knows it’s pathetic. But he knows you like that.

“Please.” He whines out against your lips as his hand finally touches you. Gently, not fully touching you. Too scared to do anything.

“Please what?” You say as your thumbs stroke his cheeks, smiling down at him before placing a kiss to his head. The poor boy beneath you is practically shaking beneath you with nerves and excitement.

“Touch me.” He manages to breathe out.

You don’t need to be told twice, hand darting to his pants zipper.

Spencer can feel your fingers working over the material that covers his cock. It twitches as he lets out another whine. The man has an IQ of 187 but when he’s with you, you’d never guess.

Your hands slip into his pants, palming him through his boxers with a smile on your face. You love making him feel good. Even if you’re not getting anything. Cause the noises and the way he is is enough for you.

“P-please.” He moans out all needy and worked up for you.

You kiss him again. He kisses you back with more strength this time. Showing you just how needy he is.

Your hands pull his pants and boxers down, him lifting his hips up to help you.

His cock is already leaking and aching for your touch. For any sense of relief as it’s all too much for the doctor.

Your hands wrap around his length before gently stroking up and down.

Spencer breaks the kiss as he moans. Looking down at your hand working on him. The sight makes his stomach tighten.

His head falls back against the couch as he grips the pillows, knuckles turning white as he breathes heavily.

“Oh-oh-“ He moans out again as you look up at him, kissing his lips again.

The noises that Spencer keeps making are drowned out in your mouth. And all you can do is smile.

Your hand speeds up and his brain malfunctions. The pleasure he’s feeling of your hand on his cock mixed with you kissing him is enough to put him in a coma.

“I’m gonna cum. I’m gonna-“ He says quickly, the words leaving his mouth followed by a moan.

You just keep going. His cock twitching in your grip before he releases.

You simply just place another kiss on his lips as you smile.

a/n: not proof read. need him x

[sukunasluvrr]

Nerd Gojo who was an absolute simp for you. The poor man so badly wanted to get his hands on you in some way, but he knew he wouldn’t have a chance. You were way out of his league. You, the popular girl who hung around people like Sukuna and Kenjaku and were always present in frat parties. Often ending up with a pillow between his legs and humping the poor fabric like a desperate dog while whimpering your name over and over again, leaving the sheet soiled with his sticky sperm and a hint of shame in his actions, how did he end up this down bad for you?? Nobody knew.

He’d often help you out with your studies and tests, often doing them for you after you bat your lashes prettily at him and asked him real nicely. It really didn’t take much to convince him, looking at you with puppy eyes and his glasses that sat so adorably on the bridge of his nose as he nods and mutters „of course..“ under his breath. But he couldn’t take it anymore, one day while you were in his dorm, him helping you with a project- he couldn’t help himself. He was already half hard because of your tits being in his sight and the smell of your perfume that invaded his senses. Looking at you with his usual puppy like stare as he took all the courage he had. “Can you… stay the night?” He asked almost in a hushed tone. You had to look twice to make sure you weren’t imagining this,

“You want me to stay the night?” You asked him, to make sure you didn’t just hear it wrong, but to your surprise, he nodded without hesitation, hands moving to your hips as he got onto his knees- actually begging for you

“Please… just give me this one night… I’ll let you do whatever you want to me, this night and the rest of our semesters… but I’m begging you, I just wanna feel you for once…“

He was so desperate… it was almost cute. And his offer was quite tempting, so you agreed and he practically grinned in excitement. Already pulling you to the bed and kissing over your skin in soft pecks, being so gentle with it, like you could break if he went to hard and rough on you. His hands big enough to cup both your breasts through your top as he started kneading the soft subtle flesh, small whimpers leaving him from the feeling as he made you lay back on his bed, straddling your hips and grinding lightly against you, feeling the imprint of his length pressing against you. He already felt big through the fabric and the man wasn’t even fully hard yet!! He was still gentle with you, constantly asking if you really want this to which you nodded and he kept going. Removing his glasses and putting them on the nightstand as he started undressing you, lips pressing against your neck. Getting your top and bra off with practiced ease, without even wasting another second his lips were kissing around your breasts, kissing the underside of one while the other was being teased by his hand, thumb circling around your nippe and lightly pinching it while his mouth worked on coating the other in his spit, tongue circling around it and softly sucking on it like he was worshipping your chest. Earning small sounds from your lips and your hand moving into his hair while he kept this up for a few minutes until you remembered his offer, softly pulling him off your chest

„You said you’ll let me do anything, right?“ your voice a little shaky and breathy from arousal, „and I wanna ride you, pretty“ and god you could see the wheels turning in his head as he made sense of your words. Hearts practically forming in his eyes as he nods eagerly, already sitting up to remove his clothes with shaky hands

„Yes!! Yes yes yes, anything for you“ the moment his clothes were off and he was left in his boxers with a obvious tent standing out, his hands were already on you again, your words seeming to having made him only 10 times more desperate and harder for you, pulling at your sweatpants to get them off of you and pulling you on top of him, eyebrows furrowed in a pathetic way and puppy eyes looking up at you

„do whatever you want to me… spit on me, use me like a stupid toy, I just want you… I need you“

His words so desperate and full of emotion as his hips started bucking up into yours, moaning at the stimulation to his sensitive clothed cock. Your hands finding way to to his chest for stability as you tried to get him to calm down, not even having gotten your panties off yet and the slick was smearing over your pussy lips almost uncomfortably

„ 'toru… calm down for a second, I’m not going anywhere“

You tried to reason with him, but your words went to blank ears while he kept grinding up against you, hands already starting to pull his boxers down and fingers pulling at the strings of your panties to get the flimsy fabric off your skin and get access to your sweet pussy, accidentally ripping the fabric and pulling it off, the moment he made eye contact with your glistened cunt he felt like he was in a dream, his movements stopping for once and hands parting your thighs a little more and pulling your closer to his hard and proud standing dick. Making you gasp for a second as you saw it, already knowing that the stretch would probably make your poor pussy remember him for the next few weeks. He of course noticed your stare, and he thought you were disappointed

„it’s not really that big… sorry to disa-„ the poor guy couldn’t even finish his words before you interrupted him

„NO! No, oh my god, you’re probably the biggest I’ve ever had“

And you could’ve sworn you saw a light twitch in his dick when he heard your words, a soft hint of red tinting his pale cheeks, watching as your hand moves around his cock to give a few pumps to it, watching and listening for his reactions while he gave the prettiest whimpers from himself, hips bucking into your hand for more, before he could get a word out, he watched you let a globe of spit drop onto his tip, making his lower stomach cave in a little from the sensation on his sensitive dick. Already starting to beg for more, eyes half lidded while he watched you tease his poor, already angry looking tip. Your hand smearing the salvia over his cock to lube him up a bit before you moved, hovering a little over him with your knees pressed into the mattress and your entrance teasing his tip, letting it slip in and out faintly but never truly sinking down on him, making him almost cry while he endured the sweet torture of your pussy. The feel of your slick hole against his sticky tip almost too much to bear, having spend weeks if not months imagining how it would feel while fisting his dick to the thought of you almost pathetically at night. And now he was so so close to getting what he wanted, to feeling the slick warm walls of your heat around his throbbing length. It took some encouragement to actually have you sink down on him, the stretch mean and making you hiss a little, earning a small look of concern from him, his hands moving to your hips and rubbing soft circles into your skin in an attempt to soothe you while you got used to the size of him inside of you. The moment you started moving your hips against him, he felt like he ascended to heaven. A small groan leaving him and head titling back into the pillows to focus on your hips working to bounce along his dick, not able to keep his own from thrusting up into you from below- weakly at first but picking up in pace and firmness the faster you got. His eyes fixated on your face to look at every crunch of your nose, brows and the part of your lips whole moans left your mouth, his moans and groans being heard along yours, as well as the undeniable sound of skin against skin and the soft squelches of your cunt working on his dick to milk his cum from him. His fingers still digging into your hips but not moving them to bring you out of rhythm. Each stroke of your warm cunt around his dick had his mouth gaping and slutty sounds escaping from it. Your slick already trickling down his length and coating his balls, surely leaving a mess on the sheets but neither of you cared when you were riding him so good. Trying to keep his eyes on you and watching your tits bounce, unable to resist but move his hands to cup the soft flesh and knead gently

„you’re so pretty sweetheart…“ he muttered under his breath, his voice sounding somewhat shaky along with his whines and moans of pleasure

„don’t wanna be without your pussy ever again… ngh- fuck…. Keep going“

It was embarrassing to say he got close already, having been hard ever since you were with him and being so needy for you he couldn’t control himself, a pathetic whine leaving and eyebrows furrowing as his eyes closed „mhhff…. I’m gonna cum…“ his words were barely heard by you, wing lost in your own world and almost in a trance while using his dick to get yourself off, but you weren’t gonna be cruel… how could you be cruel to the sweet, nerd guy, who collected comics and who actually knew something about female anatomy???

„Go on Baby… cum for me“ giving him the go ahead because you were close yourself. Working the both of you to the edge at the same time, moaning your name as he came with a thrust up into your cunt, hands pulling you down by your hips to keep your warm walls around his dick, feeling your inner walls throb around his spent cock while you came at the same time as him was even better, feeling like he was being killed by your tight heat- breath coming out in gasps and brain going blank. „Ohhh ffffucck“ was all he could mutter out, you still gave weak grinds of your hips against his, rising out your own pleasure before you came to a stop and slumped down against him, face against his chest and listening to his fast heartbeat. Keeping him seethed inside of you, too exhausted to have him pull out just yet. But.. to your shock, he was still hard. Barely even calmed down from his highs and already bucking into you again

„Mff, another round??“

[muqingslover]

[ I've seen how Caleb is often described to be a sex god without any experience at every first time (and I eat it up) but I also think we should discuss the other side of it. Kinda of an addition to my previous post ]

Let's discuss virgin Caleb that since he hit puberty has been struggling with his own desires and when he finally received the green light from you it's like a dam was unleashed.

This man is BEYOND sensitive. And so damn needy too, to the point that greedy would be a much more suitable word for him.

He started having wet dreams about you after the first kiss and the walk of shame to the bathroom every morning to wash his boxers is very real.

He's got a leaking and painful boner every time you kiss him for a little too long and he can't get enough of the taste of your tongue on his.

Having you on his lap is both bliss and torture. He'd try to hide the fact he's hard the first few times, not wanting to scare or pressure you, but each time your hips pressed down against his boner he'd be rolling his eyes back into his head and forcing down a groan.

I'm a dry-humping truther and I firmly believe the first time he came with you was by rubbing himself against your leg like the dog he is while you two were making out.

Caleb is mortified about his first experience with a blow job and he wishes you'd forget such an embarrassing moment of him.

But in all honesty, it wasn't his fault. You offered out of nowhere, which left him no time to mentally prepare, and just by having you kneeling down in front of him with your hand wrapped around his cock had him gripping the edge of the desk behind him, to the point the wood creaked at the sheer pressure.

And when you licked along the precum that was dripping down his length and pushed your tongue against his swollen tip he came and he came hard. His cum coating your face, getting onto some parts of your hair and in your mouth.

It goes without saying that he spent the rest of the day apologizing, but the sight of you swallowing his cum that had gotten onto your lips made him dizzy and hard again.

I'm sure he'll be fantastic in bed eventually, but your first time is a mess. Literally. Caleb is so eager to explore the body he's desired for so long and to please you as much as you do to him.

Everywhere he can reach is littered with dark and very obvious hickeys.

He'd have your hands pinned next or above your head so you couldn't touch him otherwise he knows he won't last at all.

Though, all his efforts bear no fruit because the second this man bottoms out inside of your warm and tight insides he is cumming again.

His body would tremble as he held his entire weight on his forearms to not crush you and he bit down on his lips.

After switching condoms, you'd have to get on top while his shaky legs recover from his orgasm and oh gods he's really trying his fucking best right now.

He's panting against your neck when you roll your hips and cause a loud moan to escape his lips, followed by his strong arms wrapping around your middle like a bear hug as if to keep himself grounded. It's rather cute, really.

He'd come with you this time, if not a little before from you clenching around his cock and the sweet whimpers because he's oh so very sensitive.

His hands would feel up your thighs then shamelessly grab your ass while he looked up at you, loving the view of you on top of him and he's got the cockiest grin you've ever seen on his face.

Now we're talking about someone with YEARS of suppressed sexual desires so you better brace yourself because he's far from done.

Caleb would use the entire night to learn everything he possibly can about your body, besides what he already knew. Each sweet spot that make you cry so good for him and just how deep he can hit inside of you to have you gasping for more.

He's sloppy, he's desperate, he's pathetic and it's messy. He'd ask between shaky breaths and his tone is almost whiny "Does that good? I need you to talk to me sweetheart, c'mon."

"Tell me what you want and I'll do it. Teach me how to make you feel good."

"Can I go deeper? Fuck- Please? Please? you feel so good-"

"I can't stop— Just one more, I'll make it good for you too, please, gods please, I need more of you or I'll go insane."

Caleb is the type of pathetic loser that would get a nosebleed while he pounded into you for the nth time.

He'd kiss you when you showed concern, spit trickling down your chin as the taste of iron would spread on your tongue before he pulled away to admire the sight of you completely disheveled for him. Because of him.

He licks the few drops on your chest, the crimson smearing with the sweat glistening on your skin and leaving a trail that only added to the perverted satisfaction that you're his.

Almost every position is crossed off the list in a single night and he's willing to do anything you ask of him. You want to ride him again? He's sat. You want him to hit it from the back? He's got you on your hands and knees already. You want him to eat you out? Please, by all means take a seat on his face. You have complete control over everything that happens most of the time.

It's morning by the time you two pass out, or run out of condoms in the box honestly, but you can fully expect him to try something when he gets into the shower with you the next day. Hey, he's just helping you clean up like a good boyfriend should ;) .

[inkdrinkerworld]

same bday anon- i have a yelling req !!!

remus yelling at reader pre or post full moon and the other marauders don't say anything bc they're shocked, but reader thinks it's bc they agree? and then after a while they all make up and just cuddle<3 ofc if u don't wanna it's all good !!! ilysm baby !

I did it more along the lines of Remus having chronic pain than a werewolf thing :/ I hope that’s okay

You’re kneeling before Remus’ slouched body on the sofa, hand in his hair as you try to coax him to move.

“Remus, c’mon. You can’t lay like that, your bones will ache.”

You’re trying to get your ailing boyfriend to find a much more comfortable spot, his body sore and tired and the chill moving through the air wasn’t helping so much.

Sirius and James are in the kitchen- a bad idea but you’d wanted to try to coax Remus into some stretches and maybe a massage before they finished the potato and leek soup for supper.

“I can lay like this all I want, dove. It feels good.” There’s a snark in his tone, but you don’t let it get under your skin. You know how much pain he’s in when he has a flare up like this, so you brush his tone aside.

You run your hand down his cheeks, “Please Rem. I don’t want your knees to lock or your back to twinge.”

You’re as gentle as you can be, patient and understanding but you can see in your mind’s eye that way Remus wobbled and fell to the floor the last time his knees had locked.

“I’m a grown man damnit!” You flinch back from him as his tone shifts, your hand dropping from his face as you sit back on your heels on the floor. “If I want to fucking lay like this for the rest of the night I can.”

Remus’ outburst has gathered the attention of your other boyfriends, and you want terribly to respond to his words, but you can’t.

He sounds so upset and he’s so loud and you feel your chest constrict as you stare at him.

“I don’t need you hovering for gods sake! Go be a nuisance somewhere else.”

Remus speaks with such venom and he looks at you with just heat and anger in his eyes that it’s impossible not to believe this is how he really feed about you.

James and Sirius stay silent, shocked by Remus’ words just as you are- but their silence makes the shame burn hotter in your chest.

This is how they all feel about you.

“You don’t get to be mean just cause you’re hurting, Remus.” Is all you say as you stand, walking towards the front door when Sirius springs into action first.

“Poppet, where’re you headed?” He’s almost beaten you to the front door but your hand touches the handle first.

“I’m going for a walk. I want to stack stones by the river.” Sirius knows what it’s code for. You don’t want to say something mean back to Remus, you want to be kind even if he’s being an ass.

Sirius makes to grab your jumpers. “I’ll come with, you shouldn’t be alone.” You shake your head.

“You don’t have to pretend you care, Siri. It’s okay if you and Jamie agree with him. I just want to be alone.”

“Agree with him? Poppet we,” but you’re already out the door.

James glares at Remus who simply sinks into the sofa.

“You can be a real piece of work, Moony.” James says, hoisting his boyfriend out of the position he’d been in and stretching his legs long on the sofa instead of over its back.

Sirius moves to the living room again, “She was trying to help. Now she’s gone off to stack her stones when she should be tearing you a new one.”

Remus scrubs at his face, heat colouring his cheeks red. Sirius doesn’t let him off the hook. He can’t believe how callous Remus has been.

“Thinks me and James share your fuck off stupid sentiments when you don’t even believe what you said.”

James stops him from saying any more. “I’ll go look for her while you stay with him.”

Remus shakes his head, hissing as he stands; his knees shaky and weak. “I’ll go.” Sirius wants to stop him, but James knows if Remus doesn’t go do it now he’ll spend the entire time he’s home worrying himself sick and then won’t be able to face for days.

Sirius slaps his hands to his thighs, “Fuck off, we’ll all go. I’ll turn off the hob.”

They find you after you’ve already made four stacks of rocks, some with tiny rocks, some with huge slabs of stone.

Remus’ chest tightens as he spots you, your knees to your chest, toes wet from where you’re sat.

“Dove,” Remus starts to say as he stops right beside you. “I was an ass. I didn’t mean what I said.”

You just hum, looking at your stacks and trying to find more rocks for another pile.

“I hate when I can’t do the things I want because it’ll make me hurt and it was wrong of me to shout at you for just trying to look after me.”

You look at him when he crouched down, his knees cracking so loudly you’re worried he’ll topple over.

James steadies a hand on Remus’ back while Sirius procures a couple stones for you. His palm flat as he shows them to you, a little smile on his face when you take them.

“You said I was a nuisance.” Remus cringes as he heads the words back. He really can’t believe he’d been so mean to you.

“I didn’t mean it, dovey. The pain is no excuse.”

“Do you all think that?” You ask nervously, “You didn’t say anything when he said it.” You gnaw on your bottom lip, worrying it to all hell as you look between James and Sirius.

“You’re not a nuisance baby,” James says first, hurt that you’d even thought it was how they felt about you. “I know us not saying anything made things worse, but it was just shock; not how we feel.”

Sirius turns your face up to his, pinching your chin to keep your eyes on him. “You walked out before I could finish. None of us think you’re a nuisance, you’re the best damn thing that happened to us. Come home.”

Sirius is hard to have a stare off with, he doesn’t back down. But it isn’t that that does you in.

“Please dove. You can boss me around till the end of time, just come home and out of the cold.”

Remus sounds so chock full of remorse and when you look at him you find his eyes glassy. “Okay,” Sirius helps you stand, and you receive kisses from all three of them before you the river bed.