#god. he makes me want to bite his head off

[jakeswifeyyy]

sunghoon fucking you after going to the gym

Warnings:Unprotected sex,degrading,tit slapping,nipple play,use of pet names(baby,doll,darling) ,inplied big dick sunghoon,daddy kink andd I think that's all :)

MDNI!

Okay hear me out anon.

Like roommates with benefits sunghoon whom comes from the gym after a heavy workout for 3 hours straight ,clad in an oversized sleevless black shirt showing his big ass muscles(lowkey drooling at the image 🤤).

The whole roommates with benefits agenda started because of the oh so obvious built up sexual tension between you two,lingering touches,undressing each other with your eyes but that was a story for another day as he walked in from the gym,headphones on,gym bag on his shoulder with his joggers which were more of an excuse which blessed your eyes,him,the Greek God himself, sweating trickling down his face,smirked seeing you eyeing him so shamelessly.

"You're not so subtle y/n."

Hearing him speak before shutting the door behind him taking off his shoes before dropping his bag near the kitchen before walking towards you who was peering at him over your shoulder,before leaning down so close to you while staring straight ahead before snatching your cup of water from you gulping it down.

"Who said I was trying to be subtle Park."

You taunted him before scoffing turning back to face the long forgotten show playing on the TV.

"You just have a hot body I sometimes forget my manners."

He raised his eyebrow cocking his head to the side before smirking while eyeing your side profile as you watched the TV or more appropriately tried to watch the TV.You were getting more bold with your words and he wasn't complaining ,he liked having competition either way.

"If you find it so hot why don't you do something about it." You nearly jumped hearing him suddenly speak right next to your ear,breath tickling your earlobe before he slightly nibbled on it.

"Ew go take a shower atleast." He chuckled at your words before pulling you up to seat you on the armrest of the couch before trapping you in his arms which were on your sides on the couch.

"Why should I when you like seeing me like this hm?Tell me doll,tell me you don't like the image of me on top of you pounding into this pretty cunt darling."

He moved his face closer as you moved yours backwards,yeah you were normally dominant with all guys you slept with but something about sunghoon ever since you moved in,his aura was just different ,very different for the usual submissive virgin boys you went for,he wasn't your type at all but even so the tension kept growing between you two day by day,you always teased him when he wanted to have his way with you,even though he eventually did but teasing him was fun while it lasted.

He smirked when you moved away,"Why so quiet now doll."

You chuckled wrapping your arms around his neck,pulling him closer as he slightly stumbled causing you to fall back wards onto the couch as he fell on top of you holding himself up with one arm,he tsked poking his inner cheek with his tongue before scoffing.

"Thought I already taught you a lesson on who's incharge here guess you still don't wanna learn huh."

He didn't give you a chance to respond before crashing his lips on yours as you puked him closer with your arms around his neck,equally roughly kissing him back as your teeth clashed ,biting on his lower lip as he let out a groan before shoving his tongue into your mouth as he licked into your warn cavern ,obscenely moaning into his kiss,he was rough ,again contrasting your expectations, you were usually the one initiating the roughness,but is seems you meeting him wasn't part of the expectations either,everything about him was just...different.

After a couple minutes making out he pulled away,"Since you wanna be in control so much,ride me slut." You wouldn't deny that something about him degrading you had you on chokehold as you nodded before he pulled back completely and sat up,his sweaty self cooled off due to the high blast of the AC in the living room.

Quickly climbing onto his lap as his arms stretched on the couch behind you,you took of your cropped shirt which you hadn't worn anything under and he smirked biting his lower lip before grabbing one tit,squeezing it as your nipples hardened more due to the cold air in the room before you whimpered as he slapped your sensitive nipple.

"That's my good girl,always knowing what daddy wants isn't it?"

Letting out a choked moan you reply with a yes as you tugged on his shirt telling him to take it off ,as he did you run your hands down his abs down to his exposed valine before tracing them back up ,brushing over his nipples as his breath hitched before he held you by your wrist.

"Cut to the chase baby no foreplay for you today I'm too impatient."

Nodding you stand on your knees taking your booty shorts off leaving you bare as you lowered his joggers together with his boxers to his knees before wrapping your arm around his cock which stood between the both of ,angry fat red tip leaking with precum,as you pu.ped him a few times before lining it up with your entrance,slowly sliding down as you moaned vocally,his palm cupping your ass cheeks spreading them apart as he squeezed at the flesh,after completely taking him in you shuddered ,stabilising yourself on his shoulders,adjusting to his size which was always big to you.

"What're you waiting for slut,ride it or I'll punish you." Nodding quirky knowing he wouldn't let you come if you didn't before you started bouncing up and down on his length murmuring fucks as he pulled you closer,hand going to your tits pushing then together as he licked at your now held together nipples as you moaned rocking yourself faster in between bouncing ,alternating as he liked it that way,his hand snaking down to rub your clit in fast circles as he held your tits with one hand,licking all over messily ,drool pouring everywhere,the slurping sounds enough to make you feel your climax approaching.

"Hoon p-please ...w-wanna cum ngh."

He kissed your neck all over essentially sucking on some spots to hear your beautiful noises,"Cum for me baby,coat my cock baby." He soothed into your hear as your moans increasingly got louder before feeling your high crash down on you,thighs on fire from all the bouncing,as he lifted you off of him your cunt clenching around his length along the way was enough to make him cum right there,throwing his head back as he pumped his fist around his cock slowly riding out his high before he smirked at you,laughing at your fucked out state before picking you up bridal style heading to the bathroom.

"Guess we both need a shower now baby,"

You scoffed at him,"I know you want round2,"

He laughed again,"I'll do all the work this time, promise baby"

"Park Sunghoom I will kill you,"

A/n:Tysm for 86 followers guys in less than a month ly all ❤️,and also sorry to the anon for delaying this a bit I have a lot of projects this time 😓

[specialgradefckr]

thinking about taking advantage of satoru gojo when he's high.

it's not like you mean to, at first. you didn't get him high on purpose.

in fact it was more him taking advantage of you, actually, eating those weed brownies you'd left out to cool on the shared dorm's kitchen counter.

and it's innocent, at first. you stumble on him, and the completely finished pan of brownies, rightly infuriated at the white-haired man lounging back on your couch.

but it's hard to get angry at him, lying there all sweet and docile. pupils blown wide like the smile stretched lazily across his face.

satoru croons your name, voice all sing-song, with that pretty face looking up at you. starry-eyed.

he hums noncommittally when you accuse him of eating your brownies, and giggles when you press him.

"honestly, i did you a favor. they had this weird aftertaste," he laughs, and you have to bite your tongue.

at this point, you're still being nice, still being a good friend. because why wouldn't you? you are a good friend. forgiving his useless ass even though he ate a batch worth a hundred bucks.

when you reach out to help him up, satoru makes another giddy laugh, pulling you down.

he's far too heavy to resist, of course, and so you fall onto him, into his long, lanky arms that wrap themselves around you.

"wowwww," he sniggers, "did you just fall for me? how embarrassing for you."

even when he's high, satoru gojo has a gift for making your heart flutter and making you want to smack him at once.

he's annoying - god, is he annoying - but his embrace is surprisingly comfortable. he nuzzles his head into your hair like a cat.

"mmh. warm~" you think he purrs like one, too, tightening his embrace.

ugh. he smells like weed.

"get up, dumbass. how long have you even been here?"

"don't wanna." naturally, he completely ignores your question.

luckily, though, in his inebriated state he doesn't have the coordination to stop you from pulling back.

but he does make a whine, a little pitiful noise combined with his outstretched arms and his shining eyes that tugs on your heartstrings more than they should.

dirty little thief. you pull him up and he stumbles to his feet, shamelessly leaning on you.

"woah there," he moans, wincing, and you feel bad for once - the six eyes might be hurting him, "easy on the goods, babe."

you no longer feel bad.

maybe that's when it started. he leans on you, so much weight, but stumbles with you as you pull him along to his bed.

he tumbles into it, dizzy, movements slow and halting.

"it's hot in here," he whines, pulling up his shirt.

satoru gets it halfway there but can't quite make it. it's hilarious to watch. he's stuck with his shirt over his head, chest and abs exposed as his face is covered and he groans and moans like the loserboy he is.

god, does he look good. all his fine musculature bared for your viewing pleasure.

he groans from underneath his shirt, squirming, another hand reaching his pants and trying to pull them down.

there's only a few moments of struggle before he flops down, pitifully, stuck with his arms and face trapped in his shirt over his head. like some kind of human earthworm.

he makes another one of this pitiful moans.

yes, this is it, you think. this is about where you should leave.

but your feet don't carry you out.

instead, your hands freely roam his toned abs. they flex underneath you as satoru undulates, groaning and whimpering some more at the contact.

you think he likes being like this, some pitiful helpless creature squirming beneath you.

and maybe you're right, or maybe it's just the contact, or maybe it's just because he's high, but you see a bulge in his boxers, exposed from his unbuttoned pants.

you're still being helpful when you pull them down (god, those thighs, his legs really went on with miles. and so smooth, does he wax?) and he kicks them off, so he must have wanted that.

you're definitely being helpful when you pull his shirt up over his head, but not off his arms, so that you can see his face.

it's flushed red (he'd said it was hot in here) but he's still so cute.

and it's really not your fault for indulging him. who could refuse him when he's like that? soft and needy, all fluffy hair and dreamy eyes.

so big, so blue. blinking away tears.

"what... where..." breathless, he shivers beneath you.

you watch his pupils contract, and blow wide again. six eyes adjusting, re-adjusting. you brush a nipple with your arm and he squeals, squinting his eyes shut.

"too bright," he mutters.

you kiss his eyes, lick his tears away, and he sighs in relief.

"you..." he breathes.

nuzzling your cheek against his, you hum back. "me."

"you're... you... what are you..." bleary eyes open up at you. they can't focus, though, and he winces at the light.

his arms wiggle over his head, but if he really wanted, he could have gotten out (never mind he can barely walk).

he doesn't tell you to stop. you don't take his boxers off, either, you just straddle him and grind.

satoru's so fucking pretty when he whines at the contact. his head raises up, arms straining as if to reach out to you.

his eyes are still blown wide, dazed and glassy. lips wedged open as if in passionate expectation.

can you really be blamed for giving him a kiss? when he's such a vision?

his whole body reacts to the contact. hungry, curling up into you, bucking into the heat of your crotch pressing into his.

he's hard, now, really hard, bulging against his boxers and up against your pulsing cunt.

it's not taking advantage if he so obviously wants it too, isn't it? even if his arms are still struggling to slip out of his shirt.

those pretty eyes tear up when they look up at you. that beautiful mouth, swollen lips falling open and closing again, helpless to form words. his whole face contorts in pleasure as you keep grinding over him.

lost, hazy, the heat swells between you. even you have to bury your hands in the sheets, in his feather-soft hair, twisting as you reach your peak.

his voice is normally so smooth, so assured, and now it's a warbling, shuddering thing, syrup-sweet little gasps of pleasure hot against your neck.

that heavenly friction of you against him. his pretty pink nipples pebble up for you, and he gives these pained, drawn-out whimpers as you pinch at them.

"good. you're so good for me, satoru, you feel so good," you whisper, even though you're not sure he can hear it at all.

sensitive. keening. he twitches and pants and you feel him press himself up into you harder.

beautiful, so beautiful. the fine muscles of his chest straining as he arches up into you, bucking his clothed cock up into your cunt.

there's a wet spot on it now to match the patch on your panties.

you pull his head up for another kiss; you have to hold him up by the neck. he's limp, dizzy in your hold.

drool pools at the corner of his mouth, tears staining his cheeks.

god, he's gorgeous. and gone to the world. the delicate features of his face swollen and flushed in the afterglow.

you help the rest of his shirt off. he doesn't resist, doesn't help, doesn't move at all, but you can tell he's breathing.

he curls up the instant he's in the bed, limbs latching around you. it's a struggle to disentangle yourself (he wanted this, wanted you, it's proof) but you manage.

you leave a glass of water. painkillers.

you try not to think of what he'll say to you when he wakes up.

"hey!" satoru catches your attention, quite intentionally, the next day. waving you down.

you turn to him. keep your face cool. "what is it?"

the smile on his face is wide, unassuming, just a few too many teeth.

"those brownies were great! make them again?"

[bloodibambiidoll]

Hiiii bb🥺 can I pretty pls request rafe x bitchy!reader with the prompts “Gonna fuck you until the only word you remember is my name.” And “Oh, I can think of many ways to shut you up right now.”. Maybe this is their first time together and she’s being all smug and he shows just what he’s capable of? Love you doll🩷

Hi, my love!! But ofc!! I went with Frat!Rafe for this one and reader is implied to be an alternative sorority girl. Enemies to lovers, flirty banter, face fucking, bondage, cum swallowing, fingering, overstimulation, daddy kink, choking, biting, breeding kink, unprotected sex. 18+!!!!

“We are never going to happen, Cameron, give it up.” You scoff as you look down at your black and red perfectly, pointed nails.

“I’m not gonna give up until you admit I’m right.” Rafe smirks as he moves in closer to you. There’s only a few inches between you and his large frame and your back is up against the wall. He tracked you down at yet another party and stopped you in the hall. Like a moth to flame, he always seems to find you. “I know you want me.”

“No, that’s just what you tell yourself so you can justify this obsession you have with me.” You glance up at him long enough to throw him a glare before returning your attention to your nails. You’re careful not to let him see your eyes for too long because then he’ll know he’s right. You do want him.

For some fucking reason. You’re pretty much the only girl in your sorority he hasn’t fucked around with and you take great pleasure in not being added to that list. “Go find Heather or something, I’m sure she’s just dying to hop back on your shrimp dick.”

“Oh my fucking god.” Rafe grits his teeth as he closes the distance between you, his face is so close you can feel his breath on your skin and smell his expensive cologne. But you still don’t give him the time of day and it drives him insane. You’re not wrong, he’s obsessed with you. And it pisses him the fuck off. He’s tried every angle with you, the only reason he even started fucking your soririty sisters was for your attention. He will take what he can get, even if it’s negative. “You’re always fuckin’ bringing other bitches into it, are you really that jealous, baby?”

“Ha!” You throw your head back with a laugh, meeting his eyes with an icy gaze that goes straight to his cock. You’re not like any of the other girls on this entire island. Your thick eyeliner, glossy dark, red lips, and your chunky shoes have him so down bad he doesn’t even want to admit it to himself. “You’re fucking delusional, Cameron. I couldn’t give a shit less who your fuck of the night is.”

“Yeah? I think you’re lying.” Rafe gives you that fuck boy smirk that you wish so badly didn’t secretly work on you and it makes you want to slap him. His arm comes up on the wall by your head, caging you in and further enveloping you in his scent. He leans down so his lips are brushing the shell of your ear and it makes your stomach tighten. “I think you want me to fuck you so bad that it pisses you off.”

“Oh my fucking god! Do you ever shut up?!” You groan and throw your head back before trying to duck under his arm but Rafe’s free hand finding your hip keeps you in place.

“Nah.” Rafe chuckles as he tongues the inside of his cheek, his eyes roaming your face like he’s wondering what to do with you. “But I can think of several ways to shut your bratty ass up right now.”

“I’d like to see you fucking try.” Rafe looks down at you like the cat that caught a mouse as he loops his arm around your waist and hauls you down the hall toward one of the open rooms. He ushers you inside before slamming the door and then he slams your back against the wood.

“You have no idea what you just fucking asked for, little mouse.” Rafe chuckles darkly as his hand comes up to grip onto your chin, forcing eye contact. You try to shake your face free but his grip is too strong. That doesn’t stop you from trying as you glare at him through your lashes. You’re not giving in that easily. “Quit fighting it, just admit you fuckin’ want me.”

“Fucking make me, Cameron.” You thrash around in his hold, not even really trying to break free, just holding onto your pride. Your sharp nails come up to claw his wrist and it only makes his grip on your face tighten.

“Oh, baby, I’m gonna have you fuckin’ begging for it.” The hand on your face laces into the back of your hair, using it as leverage to pull you to the middle of the room.

His free hand grips onto your throat and he pulls your face against his, mashing your lips together in a filthy kiss. You get lost in it for a moment but when his tongue forces its way into your mouth you clamp your teeth down on it. He hisses and pulls his head back, his eyes burning blue flames into yours as he looks down at you.

“I’m never going to beg for you. You stupid fucking asshole, you’re such a -” Your words are cut short when Rafe’s sneaker clad foot sweeps under your platform heels while he uses his grip on your head to manhandle you to your knees in front of him. You growl in the back of your throat and your fingers claw his wrists again. It only makes Rafe cock twitch.

“Maybe you aren’t a mouse after all, huh? You’re a feisty little kitty.” Rafe chuckles and grabs both of your wrists in one of his big hands, holding them tight in front of you. “And kitten’s need to be taught it’s not okay to scratch.”

“You’re a joke if you think you’re gonna be the one to tame me. All you frat boys are the same. Get your nut, and get out. Why do you think I haven’t fucked you already, dumb ass?!”

“You’re always calling me names, baby.” Rafe chuckles as he keeps your hands held in place and uses his free hand to undo his belt. You watch with wide eyes as he pulls it from the loops and when he brings it up to your wrists you hate that your pussy clenches at the thought of what he’s about to do. You half heartedly try to wiggle away as he loops the belt around your wrists, restraining you. “It’s funny cause after I’m done with you the only thing you’re going to remember is my name.”

“This is cute.” You snicker as you wiggle your wrists and shift on your knees, Rafe can’t take the chance of you getting up so he grips onto your hair again, ensuring you stay right where he wants you. “I really like this whole ‘daddy dom’ act you’re putting on, very convincing.”

“Didn’t I say I was done with your fuckin’ mouth?” Rafe uses his free hand to undo his button and zipper and you can’t help the way your eyes hone in on what he’s doing. You have to physically hold in a gasp at the sheer size of his cock when he pulls it out and strokes himself a few times.

“Now why don’t you be a good little slut and make it useful?” He tilts your head back with his grip on your hair and taps the head of his cock on your glossy lips. Some of the red stain streaks onto his tip and the sight drives him insane. “Gonna make such a fuckin’ mess of you. Open your bratty mouth.”

“Open my mouth? Okay, I’ll open my mouth to tell you that you’re-” Your sentence is cut short by Rafe’s cock slipping past your lips. He pushes his shaft all the way to the back of your throat, making you gag on it. He pulls back far enough for you to take a breath of air but as soon as you start to talk again he’s back down your throat.

“Now be a good little girl and fuckin’ suck it.” The horniness in your body is starting to overpower your will to rebel against what it wants. Rafe’s hand finds the back of your head so he can push you all the way down on his cock with your nose flush against his pelvis. It makes you gag and drool and he holds you there until you swallow around him. He pulls out to the tip and you swirl your tongue around in, making his eyes roll back with a moan. You instantly become addicted to the sound, wanting to hear more. You want to hear what he sounds like when he cumes and you’re so tired of pretending you don’t. He thrusts his hips forwards and starts to fuck your throat roughly. You wrap your lips tightly around him, gliding your tongue along his shaft as he uses your mouth. “Yeah, that’s what I’m tallkin’ about baby, knew there was a cock hungry slut underneath that bratty attitude.”

“Gonna cum down this pretty little throat and then I’m going to use that pussy as I please, yeah? Nod if you understand.” You nod the best you can with him brutally fucking your throat and it doesn’t take much more than that to have him stilling in your mouth. Rafe’s cum spills down your throat as he throws his head back and moans. “Fuck. Fuckin’ swallow it.”

You oblige him, swallowing every drop he gives you. Rafe looks down at you devilishly as he pulls you from his cock. He’s already half hard at the sight of you on your knees in front of him like this. Your lipgloss is smeared around your mouth and that meticulously done eyeliner is streaming down your cheeks. It doesn’t hurt that your hands are bound either.

“What are you staring at, weirdo?” You snark at him and Rafe grips onto your arms underneath your shoulders so he can toss you onto the bed.

“You still got that fuckin’ attitude?” Rafe smirks as he grabs onto your thighs and pulls you to the edge of the bed, making your little skirt ride up and reveal your black thong. He runs his big hands down your thighs so he can push your skirt up further, making it pool around your hips. The wet spot that’s visible even in black makes him smirk. “What’s it gonna take to get you to stop being a brat? You need it fucked out of you? The dick you’ve been getting around here isn’t satisfying you?”

“Will you just stop being annoying and fuck me already?” You roll your eyes as you wiggle beneath him, your hands still being bound limiting your movements.

“Nah, cause’ I don’t want to just fuck you, princess. I want you to fuckin’ submit to me. Beg for it.”

“Seriously?” You whine and throw your head back but it just earns you a grip on your jaw, forcing you to keep eye contact.

“Look at me when I’m fuckin’ talking to you.” Rafe’s voice holds a level of authority that makes your head spin. You really didn’t think he had all of this in him and you’d be lying if you said it wasn’t the hottest thing you’ve ever experienced in your life. His free hand comes up to push your panties to the side so he can run his fingers through your dripping slit. “I know you want it baby, you’re so wet f’me.”

“Yeah, because I want you to fuck me, okay?!” You huff out as you angle your hips to try and chase his fingers that he keeps just barely dipping into your entrance before denying you the pleasure.

“You’re gonna have to do better than that, princess.” Rafe licks his lips as his fingers circle your clit agonizingly slow, making your clit pulse. “Beg.”

“Please.” You whimper out, so quietly that if Rafe wasn’t inches from your face he wouldn’t have heard it. He smirks at you and you feel his fingers circle your entrance again but this time he thrusts two knuckle-deep inside of you. He pumps them in and out of you while curling his fingers against your walls and it makes your back arch.

“Gonna make you cum on my fingers till you’re begging for my fuckin’ cock.” Rafe’s thumb finds your clit and presses hard circles on it in time with his thrusts and your walls clench around him. He roughly grabs the hem of your little lace top and pushes it over your tits, moaning at the sight of them. He leans down and takes one into his mouth and it has you tumbling into euphoria embarrassingly fast.

“Oh, fuck! I’m fucking cumming, oh my god.” You moan loudly as Rafe continues to fuck you with his fingers. He fucks you through it but just as you’re starting to come down from that high he brings you back to the top again. “Oh shit!”

“Yeah that’s right, slut. Gimme another one.” Rafe’s fingers move impossibly faster and he slides a third one inside you while the heel of his palm grinds against your clit as you come undone for him again. His fingers slow and your chest heaves as you come down from your second orgasm. You think he’s going to give you a break and finally fuck you. But his fingers start to pick up the pace again and you know you thought wrong. “One more.”

“I can’t, Rafe!” You writhe beneath him but he uses a hand to pin your hip to the bed. “Please just fuck me!”

“Yeah, that’s right, slut. Say my fuckin’ name. Say it while you cum on my fingers again.” You practically scream his name as you gush around his fingers and your entire body wracks with pleasure. “Good fuckin’ girl.”

Rafe pulls his fingers from you and brings them to his lips with a groan. He grabs onto the string of your panties and rips them down your legs before positioning himself between your legs with his cock in his hand. He taps his head against your over sensitive clit and it makes you gasp.

“Beg for my cock again, princess. Wanna hear it.” Rafe licks his plush bottom lip as he looks down at you through half lidded eyes. “Don’t even think about giving me an attitude either. I’ll jerk off and cum all over your pretty little skirt and leave you with nothing.”

“Please, Rafe, please fuck me? I wanna feel you buried deep inside me please -“ Rafe lines up with your entrance before pushing himself balls deep into your pussy in one hard thrust. “Oh, shiiiiit.”

“God fuckin’ damn.” Rafe moans as he pulls out of you to the tip before slamming back into you and fucking into you like a man possessed. “You’re so fuckin’ tight. Pussy is squeezing me so good, baby.”

One of Rafe’s hands grips onto your hip so hard you’re sure there's going to be prints of his fingers tomorrow. The other hand grips onto your throat and squeezes, cutting off your airflow in the most delicious way. He leans down and crushes your lips with a bruising kiss, his tongue invading your mouth and dancing with your own.

“Knew you’d look so pretty all split open on my cock.” Rafe chuckles as he grips onto your jaw and shakes your head from side to side. “Tell me you fuckin’ love this shit.”

“I love it, daddy, you’re so big.” Your voice is a breathy moan, a stark contrast to the way you were talking to him not so long ago. “You’re fucking me so good.”

“So you really did just need that little attitude fucked out of you, didn’t you, Princess?” Rafe shoves his face into your neck. He attacks your skin with little bites and sucks, surely leaving marks behind. You honestly hope he does. “Calling me daddy n’ shit, fuck. I’m gonna breed this fuckin’ pussy then everybody on this damn campus will know who owns your ass.”

“Oh god, fuck yes! Fill me up, please? Give me your cum, daddy!” Any and all attitude you had earlier on is completely erased from your mind. All you can think about is Rafe’s cock and how good he’s making you feel.

“Yeah? Gonna fuck you so full it’ll be dripping down your legs when we leave this party. I’m gonna take you back to my place and eat it outta you.” Rafe leans up on his knees and grabs his belt binding your wrists with both his hands. He props both of his knees under your ass so your hips are angled and then he pulls you down on his cock over and over again like a rag doll. “Then I’m gonna fill you again and again until it’s dripping out for days. You’re mine now, baby. Say it and I’ll make you cum again.”

“I’m yours, Rafe!” You whine as you try to meet his erratic thrusts but he’s bouncing you on his cock so fast you can hardly think. That coil in your stomach is wound so tight it’s about to explode. Your hands fly up and grip onto Rafe’s wrist for purchase, your nails digging into his skin making his cock twitch inside you. “God, I’m gonna cum.”

“Yeah, that’s it baby, cum all over daddy’s big cock.” It only takes a few more pumps of his cock against your sweet spot to have your walls convulsing around him. You throw your head back with a loud moan of Rafe’s name, making your back arch and your tits jiggle beautifully. It's enough to have Rafe’s cock pulse while he cums right along with you, spilling ropes of his thick cum into your walls.

He doesn’t stop fucking you until you both come down from your highs and then he’s gently unbinding your hands from his belt. The minute your hands are free your body falls limp on the bed from exhaustion and Rafe chuckles as he looks down at you fondly.

“What’re you laughing at, jerk?” You roll your eyes and groan.

“Nothin’ you’re just cute, s’all.” Rafe chuckles again and you look at him in the eyes through your tired lashes. “I like you like this. All fucked out and covered in my cum. You still got that attitude, though.”

“Yeah? Well I don’t think it’s going anywhere anytime soon, dickhead.” You giggle and throw him a playful glare that he returns with a genuine smile. It makes butterflies flutter in your stomach.

“Oh? Well it looks like I’ll just have to keep trying to get you to be nice to me then, huh?” Rafe plops down on his side next to you, letting his pointer finger gently caress the side of your face. “Plus, I kinda like it when you’re mean to me. It gets me going.”

“Oh my god! You’re so annoying.” You laugh and Rafe joins in before leaning over to kiss you so gently it surprises you. When he pulls back he holds your face in his hands and looks at you so sweetly it makes you feel like you’re going to puke.

“I definitely want to see you all fucked out and sweetly begging for me some more though.” Rafe bites his lip as he looks down at you. “Lemme take you home, yeah? Then maybe tomorrow I can take you on a date?”

“A date?” You scoff out a laugh and raise your eyebrow at him.

“Yeah, I’ve obviously been trying to hit this entire time. But if you would’ve given me to the time of day before biting my head off, you’d know I’ve been trynna ask your little ass out in a date for weeks now.” Rafe rolls his eyes playfully as he squishes your cheeks together with his fingers. “So, what do you say?”

“You know what? Fuck it.” You push yourself up on your elbows with a grin. “Let’s go on a fucking date, asshole.”

“Alright then, brat.” Rafe leans down and presses a messy kiss on your lips. “Get your ass up and get dressed so I can take you home with me. It’s a date.”

Tagging mooties: @cameronwillow @cxrrodedcoffin @rafeyscurtainbangs @starkeysbabygirl @starkeyprincess @oceandriveab @sarahsangelicdoll @rafesheaven

Divider by @anitalenia

[omgkatherine01]

i neeeed a kraven smut where he’s warning the reader they can’t have sex because he won’t be able to control himself and he’ll hurt her. the reader is really submissive and innocent but he keeps smelling and sensing how turned on she is, the tension is too high and he gives in and they have really rough sex. i mean like him choking her, pinning her down, and maybe biting her. after he feels really bad for how rough he was, but he couldn’t help himself because it was all instincts from his animalistic side. i cannot stop thinking about it.

Kraven's Temptation

Pairing: Sergei Kravinoff x Fem!reader

Warning: Smut!, little bit of blood

Masterlist (requests are currently open for now)

Sergei's eyes flashed with a dangerous intensity as he growled, "We can't do this. I won't be able to control myself... I'll hurt you."

You trembled, a mix of fear and arousal coursing through your body. "I--I trust you," you whispered, your innocence only heightening his primal urges.

He inhaled sharply, catching your scent. "You have no idea what you're doing to me," he rasped, his control slipping.

Unable to resist any longer, Sergei pounced, pinning you beneath him. His strong hands gripped your wrists as he claimed your mouth in a bruising kiss. You gasped as he bit your lower lip, drawing blood.

Sergei's grip tightened as he trailed hungry kisses down your neck. You whimpered, both from pain and pleasure, as he bit down on your sensitive skin. His powerful body pressed you into the mattress, leaving you breathless.

"Mine," he growled possessively, one hand moving to encircle your throat. He applied just enough pressure to make you lightheaded as he roughly entered you. You cried out, overwhelmed by the intensity.

Sergei set a punishing pace, driven by pure animal instinct. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise as he took you relentlessly. You surrendered completely to his domination, lost in a haze of pain and ecstasy.

As the intensity built, Sergei's grip on your throat tightened. Your vision began to blur at the edges as he pounded into you mercilessly. Just when you thought you might pass out, he released your neck, allowing you to gasp for air. The rush of oxygen heightened every sensation.

"That's it, take all of me," he snarled, his voice rough with lust.

You cried out as he hit a particularly sensitive spot. Sergei growled in approval, angling his hips to strike it again and again. The coil of pleasure inside you wound impossibly tight.

"Sergei, please!" you begged, not even sure what you were asking for.

He leaned down, his teeth grazing your ear. "Come for me," he commanded.

With a strangled cry, you obeyed. Waves of intense pleasure crashed over you as your body convulsed beneath him. Sergei groaned deeply, your release triggering his own. He thrust into you a final time, holding you tightly as he spilled himself inside you.

For several long moments, the only sound was your shared ragged breathing. As the haze of passion faded, Sergei's eyes widened in horror at the marks covering your body. Bruises were already forming on your wrists and hips, and angry red bite marks dotted your neck and shoulders.

"Oh god," he choked out, scrambling off of you. "I'm so sorry. I... I couldn't control myself. I told you I would hurt you."

You winced slightly as you sat up, your body aching pleasantly. "Sergei, it's okay," you said softly, reaching for him. "I wanted it. All of it."

He shook his head, unable to meet your eyes. "No, it's not okay. I... I'm a monster. I should never have let this happen."

You reached out to gently touch Sergei's arm. "You're not a monster," you said softly. "Please don't say that."

He flinched away from your touch, his eyes filled with self-loathing. "Look at what I've done to you," he said hoarsely. "I could have seriously hurt you. I did hurt you."

"But you didn't seriously hurt me," you insisted. "I'm okay, Sergei. More than okay."

He finally met your gaze, searching your face. "How can you say that? After what I just did..."

You took his hand, placing it over your heart. "Feel that? My heart is racing, but not from fear. I've never felt more alive." You leaned in closer. "Or more wanted."

Sergei's expression softened slightly. "You truly aren't afraid of me?"

"Never," you breathed.

He pulled you into his arms, holding you as if you were made of glass. "I don't deserve you," he murmured into your hair.

You nestled against his chest, feeling safe and cherished. "Let me be the judge of that."

Sergei's arms tightened around you, his body still tense with lingering guilt. You nuzzled against his chest, breathing in his musky scent.

"I meant what I said," you murmured. "I trust you completely."

He sighed, running his fingers gently through your hair. "Your trust in me is misplaced. I lost control. My instincts took over and I..." he trailed off, unable to finish the thought.

You tilted your head up to meet his troubled gaze. "And you gave me exactly what I needed," you said softly. "What we both needed."

Sergei's brow furrowed. "How can you say that? I was far too rough. I could have seriously harmed you."

"But you didn't," you insisted. "You pushed me to my limits, yes. But you didn't go beyond them." You traced your fingers along his stubbled jaw. "That's the difference between you and a true monster, Sergei. Even in the throes of passion, some part of you was still aware. Still in control."

He caught your hand, pressing a tender kiss to your palm. "I wish I could believe that," he said quietly.

You shifted in his arms, wincing slightly as your sore muscles protested. Sergei immediately loosened his hold, concern etched on his features.

"See?" you said with a soft smile. "You're still being gentle with me now. Your instincts aren't solely about violence or domination."

Sergei's expression remained troubled, but some of the tension left his body. He carefully traced the marks he'd left on your skin, his touch feather-light.

"I never want to hurt you," he murmured.

You caught his hand, bringing it to your lips. "Then don't push me away," you said. "That's the only thing that could truly hurt me."

Sergei's eyes softened as he gazed at you. Slowly, hesitantly, he leaned in to press a tender kiss to your forehead.

"What did I do to deserve you?" he whispered.

You smiled, snuggling closer to him. "You were simply yourself," you replied. "That's all I ever wanted."

As Sergei held you close, his guilt began to fade. In its place, a fierce protectiveness took root. He may not fully trust himself, but he would do everything in his power to keep you safe - even from his own darker nature.

[aesthetically-dying101]

Strictly unprofessional

A/N: the very requested part two to Strictly Professional. Thank you all for the enthousiasm, it was very kind of you all (both on ao3 nd tumblr), so hooray! also look i added a dni banner (im so proud of myself), made by @mikeykuns

Warnings: smut. like this is all smut (exept the ending) but yeah, unprotected sex (wrap ur shit up), cunnilingus, p in v, fingering, female reader, nanami is a sex god apparently, don't ask me abt positions, i don't even know

The door clicked shut behind you, the sound echoing in the quiet room. The air inside felt heavier, charged with something unspeakable. You could hear the soft drip of water from Nanami’s damp hair, see the way his chest rose and fell with measured breaths.

And God help you, that towel.

It was criminal.

It sat so low on his hips that it was barely hanging on. You forced your gaze upward, fixing on his face—his unreadable, devastatingly gorgeous face.

“I didn’t mean to interrupt,” you said, your voice barely above a whisper. You tucked your arms around yourself, suddenly self-conscious in the oversized shirt and shorts you’d thrown on.

“You didn’t,” he replied simply, his voice steady. But the way his eyes moved—tracing the line of your throat, lingering on the curve of your shoulders—told a different story.

You hesitated, the words you’d rehearsed in your head earlier slipping away.

“I just…” You swallowed hard, your pulse pounding in your ears. “I couldn’t stop thinking about tonight. About you.”

His expression shifted—barely, but enough to make your stomach flip. A flicker of surprise, quickly swallowed by something darker. He stepped closer, his brows furrowing.

You blinked up at him, almost expecting him to make a move- to do anything.

Something in him snapped. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. The moment his lips met yours, the world tilted. His kiss was everything at once—soft and rough, controlled and desperate. He kissed you like he’d been starving for it, like he’d been holding himself back for too long.

Your hands found his shoulders, his skin slick and warm under your touch. You pressed closer, wanting more—needing more. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and the feel of his body against yours sent a rush of heat straight to your core.

“Kento,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely audible.

He groaned softly at the sound of his name, his grip tightening. His lips moved to your jaw, your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

“Yes?” he asked softly.

He smelled like soap and something distinctly him. Heat radiated off his body, wrapping around you like a second skin.

“You’ve been in my head all night. And I—” you admitted, your voice trembling. You broke off, biting your lip.

He exhaled sharply, and for a moment, you thought he might step back, ask you to finish your sentence, put that impenetrable wall between you. But then—

“Do you have any idea what you’re doing to me?” he said, his voice low and strained.

You blinked, stunned. “I—what?”

Before you could process, his hand came up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing over your cheek. His touch was firm but impossibly gentle, like he was holding something precious.

“You have no idea,” he murmured, his eyes searching yours. “Do you?”

Your knees felt weak, your breath shallow.

“Why don’t you tell me?”

Something in him snapped. His hand slid to the back of your neck, pulling you toward him. The moment his lips met yours, the world tilted. His kiss was everything at once—soft and rough, controlled and desperate. He kissed you like he’d been starving for it, like he’d been holding himself back for too long.

Your hands found his shoulders, his skin slick and warm under your touch. You pressed closer, wanting more—needing more. His other hand slid to your waist, pulling you flush against him, and the feel of his body against yours sent a rush of heat straight to your core.

“Kento,” you whispered against his lips, your voice barely audible.

He groaned softly at the sound of his name, his grip tightening. His lips moved to your jaw, your neck, his breath hot against your skin.

���You don’t know what you’re doing to me,” he repeated, his voice raw.

“Show me,” you murmured, your hands sliding down his chest.

Something dark flickered in his eyes, but instead of answering, he scooped you up effortlessly-fuck he was as strong as he looked, his arm sliding under your thighs. You gasped, your arms instinctively wrapping around his neck as he carried you to the bed. He laid you down carefully, his eyes never leaving yours.

He knelt over you, his broad shoulders blocking out everything else. For a moment, he just looked at you, his gaze heavy and intense, like he was memorizing every inch of you.

“You’re beautiful,” he said softly, almost reverently.

Your cheeks flushed, but before you could respond, his lips were on yours again, stealing the words from your mouth. His hands roamed over your body, sliding under your shirt to find your bare skin. His touch was firm, deliberate, leaving trails of fire wherever he went.

You arched into him, your hands finding his towel. It took a moment to undo the knot, your fingers trembling, but when the fabric fell away, your breath caught. He was perfect. Every line of him, every inch, was made to drive you insane.

You reached for him, pulling him down to you, and he groaned as your bodies pressed together. His hips rolled against yours, and the friction sent a shiver down your spine.

“Tell me what you want,” he murmured against your ear, his voice thick with restraint.

For a second, your breath hitched. He was so close, his body crowding yours like he wanted to shield you from the world, to claim you and keep you all to himself. The weight of him pressed you into the mattress, his heat seeping into your skin, and you realized you couldn’t think straight.

Also you kinda wanted to bite his perfect skin-

“Y-you,” you stammered, your hands clinging to his shoulders. “I want you, Kento. All of you.”

His jaw clenched, his eyes darkening as if your words had snapped the last tether of his control. Nanami shifted above you, and for the first time, you took him in without interruption. The faint golden light from the bedside lamp played across his damp skin, highlighting every cut of muscle, every curve of strength that was somehow impossibly elegant. His body looked sculpted, as if he’d stepped straight out of some classical masterpiece.

Unfairly pretty, you thought, your breath catching in your throat. A perfect, living rendition of the David—but warmer, more alive, and infinitely more captivating.

He was all-consuming, and it was almost too much.

“Kento,” you whispered, your voice barely audible. Your hands roamed over his chest, marveling at the smooth expanse of his skin, the hard lines of muscle under your fingertips. He felt real and unreal all at once, and the way his body moved as he leaned down made your head spin.

“You’re staring,” he murmured, his lips brushing against the curve of your jaw. His tone was teasing, but there was a vulnerability there too, a quiet uncertainty that made your chest ache.

“Can you blame me?” you whispered back, your fingers tracing the line of his collarbone.

He huffed a soft laugh, but it broke into a groan as your nails dragged lightly down his chest, over the defined ridges of his abdomen.

“You’re dangerous,” he muttered, his voice rough, like he was trying to hold himself together.

You shook your head, biting back a grin. “I think you’re the dangerous one.”

His eyes met yours, and for a moment, the world stopped. There was something raw in his gaze, something that burned hotter than anything you’d ever known. He dipped his head, his lips claiming yours in a kiss that was hungrier this time, less restrained. His tongue slid against yours, coaxing you open, and you moaned softly into his mouth.

His fingers splayed across your ribcage, his thumb brushing the underside of your breast in a way that made your breath hitch. He pulled back just enough to look at you, his lips swollen, his eyes heavy with want.

“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice low and almost reverent.

“Yes,” you said without hesitation, your hands gripping his hips to pull him closer. “Please, Kento.”

That was all he needed. In one smooth motion, he tugged your shirt over your head, his gaze sweeping over you with an intensity that made your skin prickle. He leaned down, his lips trailing over your collarbone, his hands skimming your sides as he kissed his way lower. Every touch, every movement, felt deliberate, like he was memorizing you.

When his mouth closed around your nipple, you gasped, your back arching off the bed. His tongue swirled in slow, torturous circles, his teeth grazing just enough to make your thighs clench around his hips. He shifted, his knee pressing between your legs, and the pressure sent a jolt of heat straight to your core.

“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured, his voice muffled against your skin. “You have no idea what you do to me.”

“Tell me,” you said, your voice trembling.

He lifted his head, his eyes meeting yours. “I can’t think straight when I’m around you,” he admitted, his voice rough with desire. “You drive me insane—in the best possible way.”

Before you could respond, his hands hooked into the waistband of your shorts, tugging them down in one smooth motion. His eyes darkened further as he took in the sight of you, his lips parting slightly like he was trying to catch his breath.

“Perfect,” he murmured, more to himself than to you. His hands slid up your thighs, spreading them just enough to settle between them. His touch was firm but reverent, like he was handling something precious.

And then his fingers found you, tracing the slick heat between your legs. You gasped, your hips jerking instinctively, but he held you steady, his touch achingly gentle.

“You’re so wet,” he said, his voice dropping lower. “Is this all for me?”

“Yes,” you breathed, your head tipping back against the pillow. “Only for you.”

His groan was low and guttural, and before you could process, he was leaning down, his mouth trailing kisses along your inner thigh. The anticipation was unbearable, your entire body alight with need.

“Kento,” you whimpered, your fingers tangling in his hair.

He hummed softly against your skin, his lips brushing just above where you needed him most.

“Patience,” he murmured, though his voice was as strained as yours.

But when his mouth finally found you, the world shattered.

The first stroke of his tongue had your back arching off the bed, a sharp gasp tumbling from your lips. Nanami groaned against you, the vibrations sending another wave of heat coursing through your body. His hands gripped your thighs, holding you open as he licked into you with slow, deliberate precision.

Damn him and his precision.

“Kento,” you whimpered, your fingers tightening in his damp hair. You couldn’t think—could barely breathe. Every movement of his tongue was devastating, every flick and swirl drawing you closer to the edge.

He pulled back just enough to look up at you, his chin glistening, his expression nothing short of worshipful.

“You taste incredible,” he murmured, his voice thick with need.

Your cheeks burned, but before you could respond, he was back on you, his lips closing around your clit. The suction was gentle but relentless, his tongue moving in maddening circles that had you writhing beneath him.

“Please,” you gasped, your hips bucking against his mouth.

“Please what?” he asked, his voice low and teasing. His breath was hot against your skin, and the way his hands squeezed your thighs made you shiver.

“Don’t stop,” you begged, your voice breaking.

His groan was low and guttural, and he didn’t stop—if anything, he doubled down, his movements growing more insistent. His tongue flicked against you with precision, and when he slid a finger inside you, your entire body tensed, the sensation almost too much to bear.

“You’re so tight,” he murmured, his voice thick with wonder. He added another finger, his pace slow and deliberate as he worked you open. “You feel incredible.”

Your head tipped back, a string of incoherent sounds spilling from your lips. You were so close, your body coiling tighter with every thrust of his fingers, every stroke of his tongue.

“Kento, I—” Your voice broke, your body trembling as the tension reached its peak.

“Let go,” he murmured against your skin, his tone both commanding and tender. “I’ve got you.”

And that was all it took. Your orgasm hit you like a tidal wave, your entire body arching off the bed as pleasure surged through you. You cried out his name, your fingers digging into his shoulders as he worked you through it, his movements slowing but never stopping.

When the waves finally subsided, you collapsed back onto the mattress, your chest heaving as you tried to catch your breath. Nanami pressed a soft kiss to your thigh before moving back up your body, his hands bracketing your waist as he hovered over you.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly, his brow furrowing with concern.

You nodded, a shaky laugh escaping you. “More than okay.”

His lips twitched into a small smile, and he leaned down to kiss you, slow and tender. You could taste yourself on his lips, the intimacy of it making your cheeks flush.

But then you felt him against you—hot, hard, and insistent—and the heat in your belly reignited. You shifted your hips, pressing up against him, and he groaned softly, his restraint visibly fraying.

Not so composed now? You thought.

“Do you want to keep going?” he asked, his voice strained.

“Yes,” you whispered, your hands sliding down his back. “I want you, Kento. All of you.”

His breath caught, and for a moment, he just looked at you, his expression unreadable. Then he nodded, his jaw tightening as he positioned himself at your entrance.

“I’ll go slow,” he murmured, his voice thick with emotion.

And he did.

He pushed into you inch by inch, his movements careful and deliberate, his eyes locked on yours as if he needed to see your every reaction. The stretch was overwhelming, but the way he filled you, the way he held you—it was everything.

The stretch was agonisingly delicious, you could feel every ridge, every vein. It felt like he was rearranging your insides, because Nanami Kento was not a small man. Nowhere in his anatomy was he.

Thankfully, he paused midway, letting you catch your breath, peppering your face with kisses.

Then he moved again.

“God,” he groaned, his head dropping to your shoulder. “You feel… perfect.”

You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him closer, deeper. “So do you,” you murmured, your voice trembling.

The way he filled you, the way he moved—he wasn’t just touching your body; he was touching something deeper, something you hadn’t even known was there.

Maybe that was your cervix- who knows??

"Ke-n-" You gasped, your teeth sinking into his skin, the tip of his cock bullying your insides.

He hissed in response, his breath coming in ragged gasps.

“I’ve wanted this,” he murmured, his voice rough. “I’ve wanted you—so much.”

As the tension built between you, his Olympian control began to slip.

“Tell me if it’s too much,” he murmured against your lips, his voice strained, his cock moving in and out, and you were pretty sure your brain was loosing track of time and space, because his dick was pressing, each and every time, against your g-spot.

“It’s not,” you said quickly, your hands roaming over his back, tracing the strong lines of muscle beneath your fingertips.

You clung to him, your nails digging into his shoulders, your breaths mingling, the way he looked at you—like you were something fragile and sacred—made your heart thrum wildly in your chest. Add to that the rhythm of his hips snapping to yours, his cock reaching deep inside you, hitting all the right spots, and you were in heaven.

He shifted his weight, pressing you deeper into the mattress, and the feel of him—his warmth, his strength, his unyielding presence—was all-consuming.

Oh wait, he was kissing you again. You let yourself get lost in him, in the way he moved, the way he touched you, the way he made you feel like you were the only thing in the world that mattered- because in that moment, you were.

His hands moved to your hips, guiding you as he thrust to meet you, and the two of you moved in sync, a rhythm that was all your own.

And fuck, his cock was making you see stars, every thrust was so fucking good-

"Ah-a, Kento-" You tried to line up the words, to tell him how good he was making you feel, but nothing even made sense.

He groaned in response, his lips finding your throat, kissing and biting as he pushed you closer to the edge.

“So close,” he muttered. “I can feel you… God, I can’t get enough of you.”

His hands roamed your body, exploring every curve, every dip, like he couldn’t get enough of you.

Oh you were so gonna bruise tomorrow.

Inside and out.

"Ken- fuck I'm close." You gasped out.

"I know sweetheart."

Oh okay.

You groaned, and Nanami let out a broken chuckle, his hips snapping to yours faster, his balls slapping against your ass. He was going faster and faster, the fat head of his cock alternating between your g-spot, your cervix, your g-spot, your cervix....

Then he slipped his hand down to your clit, the rough pad of his thumb rubbing small circles and- oh!

You hiccuped, your back arching, your orgasm came on way too fast, too unpredicted, too soon.

"That's it sweet girl.." Nanami mumbled, but you were milking him, squeezing way too hard. He urgently pulled out, his cock twitching against your stomach, even as your poor cunt was spazzing around nothing, but Nanami was too much of a gentleman to leave her without company.

Naturally he quickly slot two thick fingers in your quivering pussy, with his thumb slowly rubbing your clit, working you through your orgasm.

It took you a second to actually connect your thoughts back together. As you did, he slid his fingers out, covered in your slick, which he quickly popped in his mouth and licked clean, because of course, why waste?

You looked down at yourself, blinking in surprise as you saw that he had came so hard it had squirted halfway up your chest, on your tits and collarbones. You'd only wonder about the physics of that later.

Then your eyes landed on Nanami.

Oh.

Your body was still humming, every nerve alight. Nanami was always composed, always so controlled, but the look on his face now was nothing short of… adoring.

He didn’t look at you like you were just there. No, the way his gaze flickered over every inch of your face, the way his pupils dilated as he admired you—he was looking at you like you were something divine.

A goddess, a force of nature. It was as if you had turned the world upside down, made everything else fade into nothing.

His lips were swollen, still parted, and his hair was a little mussed, a few strands falling across his forehead in that charmingly tousled way.

He was so beautiful, it almost made your heart ache.

You couldn’t help but giggle softly, even though you knew it would only make him more flustered.

"You're... you're incredible," he murmured, his voice hoarse, like he'd just run a marathon, but it was far more intimate than any casual comment.

“I could say the same about you,” you whispered, your fingers lightly brushing the side of his face. His skin was warm, flushed from the exertion, and you could tell he was still shaking, just a little.

But instead of basking in the aftermath of his compliment, Nanami—ever the caretaker—shifted beside you. His breath still coming in shallow bursts, he gently pulled himself upright and reached for the soft tissue box on the nightstand.

He paused, staring at your tits overall chest- where he had came... with a very specific glint in his eyes, oh? He liked what he saw.

Then he moved. You didn’t realize just how dishevelled you both were until he tenderly cleaned you up, his movements soft and careful, as if he feared even the lightest touch would break you apart.

You let him, unable to stop the flutter in your chest. The vulnerability of the moment made you want to combust. The man has just rearranged your guts, and given you two amazing orgasms and now this??

You had always known Nanami as a man of few words, but tonight—tonight he was nothing short of tender, every movement meant more to him than you’d ever truly known.

“Let’s get you cleaned up,” he murmured, his voice still thick with affection. You hadn’t even realized how still you’d become, how lost in his gaze you’d been, until he stood and gently helped you sit up.

You let him guide you to the bathroom, your body feeling a little unsteady, still buzzing from what had just happened. You noticed, as he helped you step into the bathroom, that his hands were steady—careful, protective—but there was a certain gentleness to his touch that sent a strange warmth through your veins.

“You okay?” he asked softly, his eyes filled with concern, his brow furrowed in that protective way he always had. There was no urgency, no rush. Everything felt slow and intentional. His every movement, every glance, was designed to make you feel safe, cared for.

Is he really this perfect?

Well actually you knew he was. You could see it in the way he took care of you, in the way his eyes softened when they met yours, in the way he treated you like you were something sacred.

You nodded, a smile tugging at the corners of your lips.

“Yeah,” you whispered, your voice feeling soft and content. “Just a little… dizzy. That’s all.”

Nanami chuckled softly, and you swore it was the sweetest sound in the world-yet you could tell your comment did inflate his ego.. just a little. He wasn’t just taking care of you in the physical sense. He was taking care of your heart, your mind.

When you finished, Nanami made sure you were settled back into bed, his body never leaving yours for more than a few seconds- he slipped into boxers, and gave you the clothes you had arrived in back (your oversized shirt and shorts). He covered you with the blankets, tucking them around you with a tenderness that made your heart ache.

You lay there, in the softness of his embrace, his warmth, his care. The space between you seemed impossibly small, yet in that quiet intimacy, it felt like the world had faded away, leaving just the two of you—safe, and wrapped in the afterglow of something beautiful, something real.

And you also felt a tiny bit smug, that you had managed to get this hunk of a man in your bed.

A/N: I hope this satisfies the people that were asking for a part two!! I absolutely had to call nanami a hunk bc uhhhh why not, it a funny word, in french we have a saying: "homme capable" (translates to: "capable man"), which i think defines nanami quite well.

Masterlist.

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[sailornymph]

is there any way you could please do the founders with a wife from the other clan? (Madara with a Senju wife, Hashirama and Tobirama with an uchiha wife) Is like it to be smutty but if not I completely get it

‘CLOSER’

hashirama and tobirama with a uchiha wife & madara with a senju wife

cw : nsfw, exhibitionism, edging, etc

♡︎ hashirama senju 

— you’re very involved with the uchiha children when you catch his attention, you spend your time helping them learn how to properly use their sharingan and jutsu

— many have questions for him about the new village and his position as hokage, but you caught his attention, amongst all the men, being worried about the well-being of the uchiha children

— despite the dirty looks the men give you, you ignore them, waiting for hashirama to answer

— he can’t deny his gravitation to you, your intelligence, your love and hope for a better future for the children, you were like him

— you end up working very closely with him to make sure the uchiha aren’t excluded, he promised repeatedly he wouldn’t allow it to happen, but you didn’t trust his words

— before izuna’s death, a relationship bloomed between the two of you. it becomes important to you to integrate the uchiha clan with the others, to become one village

— however, with izuna dead and tobirama to be the blame, madara advises that you stay away from the clan, if you are choosing to love a senju

— shortly after, konoha is established and you have an extravagant wedding, only a few uchiha showing up secretly

— although you become an outcast to your clan, when madara disappears, they embrace you again, due to your constant activism for the people

— hashirama is the most doting husband and is completely in love with everything about you, your beauty, brains, body, and personality, you were a complete catch

— so in love that you will have more than four children because he can’t get off of you and he has a lot of love to give

— he will not only leave a legacy of being the god of shinobi, but many will remember him for his beautiful marriage and how he and his wife were constantly advocating for a change

“hashi, are you not exhausted?” you moaned, as he traced his hand down your back arch.

“how could i be? you promised we would have all night, the boys will be back in the morning and we agreed to try for a girl,” he said, leaning down, kissing along your spine. he had an unnatural libido, he could keep going all night and still wake up, energized.

“are you really sure you want another kid, i mean four boys aren't enough?”

“i want an army of children, if i’m having them with you”

“after all those rounds, you don't think it worked,” you asked, as he moaned lowly in your ear.

“do you want to stop? we can stop, if you're tired,” his smile dropped.

“just one more, i can only take one more,” you said, as he nodded, kissing your neck.

“one more,” he repeated, pushing his cock deeper into your pussy.

moaning loudly, you pressed your face into your shared futon. lifting your hips, he slightly pushed down on your back, deepening your arch. moving your dark hair, he groaned, at the clear view of your body.

“look at me, fuck, you're so beautiful,” he moaned, as you looked back, slowly fucking him back.

“it feels so good, hashi, feeling me up with your seed,” you panted, gripping the fluffy blanket, as he held your hips, bringing you back onto his cock over and over.

“yeah, you want this last load, take it sunshine, it's yours,” he groaned, throwing his head back, a lazy smile on his face. you were taking his cock like a good girl, the determination mixed with lust in those dark eyes, biting your soft bottom lip, as you repeatedly brought your hips back onto him. he wanted to make this round last, but you were fucking him too good, he didn't know how much more he could take.

clenching around his cock, you bit the pillow, muffling your moans, as he kept thrusting, before he grunted, cumming inside.

“how was that?” you asked, tiredly smiling.

“perfect, absolutely perfect, come closer, let me hold you before our children steal you away in the morning,” he grinned, pulling you into his arms, and kissing your lips.

♡︎ madara uchiha

— along with hashirama, you are one of the only senju clan members who isn’t treating the uchiha people like monsters

— as your older cousin, hashirama shares his plans to make a village and allow everyone to integrate, you take it upon yourself to begin to teach others your jutsu, it didn’t matter where they were from

— which is how you met, defending one of your uchiha students from a man, madara happened to be passing by, and while he intended to intervene. he didn’t expect to see you kick the man to the point where he would fly

— he finds himself sitting afar, watching as you trained the group of inexperienced people. people walked past speaking to him, but his eyes were focused on you

— too many people are becoming distracted, some scared, some amazed, seeing madara uchiha sitting in the grass, you stump over, asking him what he is doing and he’ll say something annoyingly sweet like, watching you, you’re a beautifully strong woman

— this becomes a part of his routine, squeezing in activities like getting lunch together, or walking you home before he boldly asks you to be his girlfriend. he is a man who knows what he wants, so it won’t be long before an engagement.

— during the planning of your wedding, you manage to convince both clans to get along for the wedding, since you have are very kind to both clans and likable to nearly everyone, you end up having a large wedding

— however, after the death of izuna, you become isolated. hashirama wants you to continue being the face of integration, tobirama hates you for ruining your bloodline, and madara is hot and cold, worried that you will betray him for the senju clan and you can't take the stress

— you only have one child, and madara only becomes more power hungry with time, before he is suddenly gone, said to be dead, leaving you to raise your son alone

— you are reanimated alongside hashirama and tobirama and when madara is defeated, he apologizes for how he treated you in your final year together and reassures you that he has always loved you and constantly watched you and your shared son, from the shadows, up until then both of you passed away

“oh my god, madara,” you cried, as he pounded into your pussy.

“keep your leg up, angel,” he kissed your ankle, as it sat on his shoulder

“oh my-it’s so big,” you arched your back on the soft grass. you were supposed to only have a picnic, but you didn’t expect him to look so handsome today.

“do you like this cock, don’t you?”

“yes, you’re fucking me so good,” you whined

“you want me to cum in this pretty pussy, use your words?” he asked, increasing his speeding of thrusts.

“yesyes- wait, madara, i think i need to pe-

“no you don’t,” he interrupted, grabbing your hands, stopping you from pushing him away, while he continued his thrusting.

with your legs shaking, you moaned louder, your legs spreading as you squirted all over his cock. before you could apologize, he was hungrily slipping back into your eager hole.

“you’re such a slutty girl, i love you,” madara said, his hands tracing down your body, you were perfect.

“i’m cumming,” you whined, as he kept a steady pace, until he finally let out a grunt, filling you up with his cum.

“i didn’t expect you to be so wild this time, you must have really missed me,” you teased.

“come closer, you’re too far away, tell me why hashirama needed my wife for nearly three days,” he said, nearly sitting you in his lap.

“it was so stupid, madara, it started with him using wood release in his house, he’s such an idiot-

you began to explain to madara, he had a small grin on his face, his hands caressing your back. you could see in his eyes alone just how in love he was.

♡︎ tobirama senju

— you met when he was being rude to a uchiha, leading to you screaming at him

— he stared with wide eyes, confused by who dared to talk to him in such a disrespectful way and he was surprised to see a beautiful woman

— from this moment forward, he noticed you much more than ever, you were a decent shinobi, but an excellent voice for the clan, oftentimes speaking against the injustices they'd felt

— he eventually asks you for to be brought to his office, he thinks you're beautiful, but he will not allow another madara to arise from the clan

— you are more intelligent than he gave you credit for, degrading him with grace, he couldn't deny your words cut like a knife. although, once you start to share your ideas, he stops listening, observing you, you're rather pretty to be fully uchiha, the dark hair and nice eyes, and your figure

— he straightforwardly asks you to join him for dinner, under the pretense of you sharing more of your beliefs and ideas

— this becomes regular and soon enough you find yourself accepting his advances because you can't deny the second hokage is a bit charming and handsome

— drama will occur during the wedding when you want to incorporate your clan, but he doesn't. he ends up having to swallow his pride when you threaten to end your engagement if he doesn't welcome the uchiha with open arms

— he doesn't see you as a uchiha, you're a senju now after all, but he kind of blocks out where you come from and looks at you as an individual

— despite his dislike for the clan, he is a very attentive husband and amazing father, having two children with you

— while you don't give up on your clan, or the entirety of your marriage, tobirama doesn't lessen his dislike for the clan, he just doesn't see his family as a part of those people

“y/n, stop with the games,” he grumbled. sitting in his chair, his legs spread as you stroked his cock. every time he was close to finally releasing, you stopped.

“games? i’m being unfair, like you, how you're being strict on those uchiha boys, how are you such a hypocrite? you hate them, but you have no problem fucking one, so cruel,” you spat, spitting on your hand, before continuing to pump. feeling his cock twitch, you slowed down, stopping.

“oh? you need to cum? that's too bad, isn't it?”

“please, y/n, baby, let me c-

“if only you could release those boys to their families, can't you do it for me? i would reward you so much, you could fuck me as much as you wanted, i might even think about another child, like you've been asking,” you said, slowly massaging his shaft.

“okay, okay, anything, just please, suck it, anything,” he begged, this was nice for a change to see him being so vocal, sweat beads dripping down his neck as he groaned and whimpered.

“you're getting closer, i feel how stiff your poor cock is, but if you promise to keep your word, then i will make it go away”

“i promise,” he nodded, groaning as you stroked his base, your tongue going to twirl around his pink tip. his semen squirted all over your tongue, as you swallowed it all.

once the high came down, he helped you into his lap, his large hand caressing your ass, holding you close.

“will you please keep your promise?” you asked, making him roll his eyes.

“only for you, i don't get why you insist on helping them, you are no longer a uchiha-

“mom, we were only playing and tashi fell and now her eyes are red,” your son, suzuki knocked on the door worriedly.

“i’m coming,” you answered, getting dressed.

“i may be a senju by marriage, but your children are half uchiha, it is time you act like it,” you continued, rushing out of the room.

[liliwritin]

"WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!" - E.W

- Summary: Y/n appears with a hickey on her neck, Ellie is pissed, and Y/n's breasts are beautiful.

- A/N: HAPPY NEW YEAR!! This is really short but I liked it lol

Men, leave our lesbians alone!

"Oh my God, he's so cute!" Y/n says feeling the baby lay on her neck and "bite" with his gums.

"He liked you Y/n." Maria says smiling seeing the baby totally at ease with the young woman.

"Yes, maybe I'll quit patrols and start taking care of the children." Y/n says jokingly.

"Ellie would like that, she goes crazy every time you go out on patrol without her."

"I hate it when she goes on patrol without me too." Y/n says smiling and patting the baby's back.

"By the way, you two can come over for dinner tonight, Joel is coming too."

"Oh, that's awesome Maria, thank you."

"I better get going, Ellie should be home by now, I'll talk to her about dinner." The young woman hands the baby to Maria.

"Be careful on the streets, dear, I'll see you tonight." Y/n smiles and leaves, humming, heading towards her house with Ellie.

"Ellie?" Y/n says taking off her sneakers and placing them next to her girlfriend's converse.

"In the kitchen!" Y/n smiles and goes towards the voice.

"Maria invited us to have dinner with them, Joel is going too." She says arriving in the kitchen, and seeing Ellie with her back turned washing some dishes that were in the sink.

"Really? Do you want-WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS?!"

"What?! What the hell happened?!" S/n says, already taking out her gun and looking behind her for danger.

"What the fuck is this Y/n?" Ellie says approaching her and looking terrified at her neck.

"What?" Y/n says practically motionless.

"Are you cheating on me?" This makes Y/n's eyes almost pop out of her head.

"Why would you say something like that?!"

"You have a fucking hickey on your neck!"

"What? That's definitely yours Ellie." Y/n says Putting the gun back and with her hand on her neck, going to the bathroom where there is a mirror.

"No, that's not mine, that wasn't there this morning." Ellie says following her girlfriend to the bathroom and almost crying.

Y/n looks at her neck in the mirror, and sees that there really is a hickey there.

"Ellie, I didn't cheat on you, trust me.

"There's a fucking hickey on your neck, how am I supposed to believe it?" Y/n stands there speechless, looking at her neck in the mirror and trying to understand where that came from.

Until suddenly she smells vomit and her eyes widen.

"Ellie... it was the baby!" She says going to her girlfriend and holding her by the shoulders.

"You're fucking crazy." Ellie says in disbelief.

"No, it was the baby I was holding, Maria saw." Y/n says taking off her shirt almost too quickly.

"No no no, if you think seeing your beautiful breasts will make me forget this, you are very wrong-" Ellie is interrupted by her girlfriend putting the shirt on her nose.

"Smell that, it's the smell of baby vomit."

"Are you telling me... that your lover has a baby?" Y/n rolls her eyes and throws her shirt on the floor.

"Fuck Ellie, I was holding a baby and he did this, I swear." Y/n takes her girlfriend's face in her hands and is only inches away from her face.

Ellie analyzes her girlfriend's face looking for any sign of deceit and lies, but finds nothing, she seems desperate to fix this.

"Do you promise?"

"All over Jackson." Y/n responds immediately.

Ellie closed her eyes and sighed,

"What a fucking scare."

"I love you, only you." She pulled Ellie into a kiss, which she returned gratefully.

"Who would have thought a baby would cause all this mess, huh." Ellie said, kissing her girlfriend's cheek and resting her forehead against hers.

"And it's not even ours yet." Ellie smiles wider at that.

"So you wanted to distract me with your beautiful breasts?" She says, placing her hands on Y/m's waist, and moving up to her bra.

"Did it work?" Y/n asks, biting her lips.

"Oh it sure did."

[yzashaven]

CONTENT WARNING .ᐟ dom!scaramouche x fem!reader ⋆ breeding ⋆ creampies ⋆ face down ass up + mating press + riding ⋆ oral m!rec ⋆ deepthroat ⋆ slapping & spanking (once) ⋆ praise ⋆ "slut" + "good girl" ⋆ squirting ⋆ rough sex ⋆ needy scara ⋆ [tell me if i missed anything, thank you ♡]

WORD COUNT ᯓ 1.37k

NOTE ᝰ late birthday special, sigh... going back to my roots as a scara lover ♡ i'm sorry for any errors or whatever that seems ooc... my take at some fluff at the start, it's definitely mid but good enough LMAO happy new year, may 2025 be good to us all. yza loves you 💌

[ nsfw under cut ]

"this is actually pretty good, surprisingly edible, coming from you." scaramouche says, chewing softly on the cake that you had baked yourself.

"hey, i know a few recipes or so!" you laugh lightly, "and you're welcome. my baking skills have improved, you can't lie." he scoffs but give you a slight nod, "alright, whatever you say." he cuts up a bite size piece and brings it to your lips, you open your mouth to accept it. he smiles.

his precious smile.

"i never thought i'd spend a birthday like this—you know, the traditional way with cake and stuff." a sigh leaves his lips. he comes closer, "do me one last birthday request, won't you?"

"oh, sure!"

— ☆★ —

"take it deeper." his sharp voice cuts through the silence and heavy atmosphere of the room. with you on your knees before him. his cock inside your mouth as he pushes himself deeper, inch by inch. you move on your own now. taking his dick from the tip and down to the base, all the way down and back up. over and over.

"fuck. that's good." you look up at him, cheeks flushing at the scene before you: scaramouche's head thrown back, the light from the moon softly illuminating upon his beautiful features, the way his breathing was already uneven.

he's perfect.

his hand goes to the back of your head, "that's enough, love. i'm gonna cum already..." you pull away upon hearing so. "strip for me." he helps you up but you get shy from his request. "maybe you can do it for me–" he sighs immediately, "no. strip for me."

holding onto the last bit of your pride, you began to take off each article of clothing you had on. all the while making eye contact with his pretty eyes. your heart's beating so fast from the anticipation of what's next to come.

scaramouche can't help but slowly stroke his cock from watching you. he seems to be just as needy as you are.

"get on the bed, face down ass up for me." his eyes get a good look at your form, back arching just for him. he easily discards his clothes as he walks over behind you. a hand gropes your ass, giving it a playful spank. you were so sure he was smirking at the way you moaned so sweetly at the action.

you could feel his tip teasing the wet slit of your pussy, "you wouldn't mind if i went rough today, would you?" he asked despite already knowing the answer. before you could even breathe in response, he had already plunged into you. completely bottoming out within your hole. "god, you're tight... so wet, just how i fucking like it."

he sets a steady but rough pace. hands gripping your hips as he pulls you back to meet each of his thrusts. "scara! right there..!" you manage to say in between your moans, "you close, baby?" his voice rings in your head as his hand dips down, fingers drawing small circles on your clit, giving it a decent amount of attention as well.

"cum on my cock for me." you bite down on the pillow nearby to muffle your whimpers that grew increasingly loud. scaramouche scoffs and grabs you by the neck, pulling you back up, "let me hear you."

your entire body shudders as your orgasm hits you hard. he continues to thrust deep inside your pussy, "i'm on the edge, baby. fuck–let me cum inside... can i?" his voice trembled with need, desperation, even. you nod, wanting to accept his load. not long after, you feel his warm seed filling you up. he wraps his arms around you, squeezing you tightly in an embrace.

he lets you go and you fall onto the soft bed. scaramouche flips you over and spreads your legs. bringing down two fingers to spread apart your pussy lips, "not enough." he simply says and instantly puts you into a mating press. "huh? what do you mean?" still breathless, you managed to ask.

"we're not done until my cum is dripping from your cunt. i want to breed you, baby. i want you completely full, aching, sensitive—and of course satisfied. so you're gonna take everything i give you tonight like the good girl i know you are, alright?"

a red hue spreads across your face, making you blush at just the thought of him fulfilling his words. he notices that you weren't responding and grabs your chin, "i expect an answer."

"y-yes! i'll take it all... for you."

"that's my girl."

he thrusts back into your pussy, trapping you in a tight mating press, making sure you couldn't escape him. his movements are fast, rough, desperate. with the addition of his thumb massaging your clit, it was hard to hold any approaching orgasm in.

"let go, baby. cum all you want." he whispers right before finding an area on your collarbone to leave a hickey or two on, marking you as his. you submit to the feeling of an intense orgasm, creaming all over his cock. despite your words about how you're still sensitive having just came, he continues to relentlessly pound into you.

scaramouche pushes himself as deep as he can go, his seed definitely reaching your womb. you could feel his tip lightly brushing over your cervix. with shaking hands, you attempt to push him away. but he just steals your lips in a heated kiss, "i love being inside you. this is such a good fucking gift."

pulling out, cum oozes out of your used hole. he smirks but pushes his cock back inside, pushing the fluids deeper within you. you were already a mess—and he loved it. scaramouche continues making out with you, tongue entering your mouth while he rocks his hips against yours, fucking you mercilessly.

a visible string of saliva connected your lips. your hands reach down to hold tightly onto the sheets beneath. your eyes threatened to shut close as the feeling of fatigue was creeping up on you.

slap!

your body jolts awake at the sudden impact on your cheek. looking up at the man before you, scaramouche seemed rather upset...?

"keep your eyes open. got it? don't you dare fall asleep on me, slut." all you could really do was nod. wrapping your legs around him made his body shudder in pleasure. the way you were practically helping him reach even deeper areas in you. it was so hot to him.

"you're gonna be the death of me, baby." he laughs right before capturing your lips in a needy kiss yet again, emptying out his load in your pussy for the nth time. he gives you both some time to catch your breaths before pulling you on top of him as he sits with his back against the headboard of the bed.

"ride me."

scaramouche's eyes travel across your trembling body as you bounce yourself up and down on his cock. lookign down, you could vividly see that some of the cum from your pussy had dripped down to coat the base of his dick, leaving a sort of white ring around it.

his hand finds its way back to your hips, while his other one reaches for your chest. thumb gently flicking one of your hardened nipples. he leans down to lovingly suck on them as well. he could feel himself getting even more turned on if that was even possible from hearing you moan from what he's doing to your body.

holding onto his shoulders tightly, you feel yourself losing control as you squirt on him. "yeah, that's it, drench me. fuck... that's so hot. i'm gonna fill you up again, 'kay?" your eyes roll back as he orgasms again, giving you another well deserved creampie.

"happy birthday, scara..." you manage to smile even when your entire body was shaking, sensitive from the feeling of having one orgasm after another. "thank you, darling. i'm grateful." scaramouche pulls you in for a deep and passionate kiss. holding you in his arms, he began to pound up into you. parting from the kiss, he makes eye contact. "i love you."

[doesthatsuggestanythingtoyou]

Anywhere I Want

> melissa schemmenti x fem!reader

> requested? no

> content/warnings: idk an unfinished curse?

> a/n: please please please tell me what you want me to do with this one, a series? stay as it is what it is? TELL MEEEE

“That’s a nice necklace, Mel! Where’d you get it?” Was Jacob’s greeting to Melissa as she sauntered towards her Barb’s table in the teacher’s lounge, making Melissa glance down at her chest— seeing the flower shaped pendant sitting still on her sternum.

“What’s it to ya, pipsqueak?” said Melissa, receiving a light slap on the arm from Barb. “He’s just asking. No need for that sour mood when the Lord has given us this sunny day to enjoy!” smirking and shaking her head at Barb’s statement, Melissa turned her attention back to Jacob.

“Wanna ask again?”

“Where’s that from?” asked Jacob as he leaned his head on his arm. “Italy.”

Huffing at Melissa’s vague answer, Jacob rolled his eyes. “Come on! There’s gotta be more to that necklace! You replaced your cross one with it today!” Clutched his phone and looking at Janine to back him up.

“Jacob’s right.” Janine and Gregory glanced at each other, then at Jacob, before finally giving Melissa a pointed look.

Pursing her lips at the trio’s pressing attention at her, Melissa huffed and rolled her eyes. “Fine! Someone gave it to me. Before— years ago. Just foun’ it recently while cleaning out my room.”

As Janine was about to speak, the half-hour before bell rang, indicating that the teachers had to go to their classrooms to prep before the kids came, making Melissa thank the Gods as she grabbed her bag and ran towards her classroom.

You wear the same jewels that I gave you, as you bury me

“Y/N. Are you sure? Really really sure about this?” asked Charlie as she sat on one of your children’s desks.

Turning your attention on her, you huffed and pushed her off the desk with your broom. “Yes. It’s just an inter-school thing, C. Nothing’s going to happen.” This made Charlie hum and lean against the wall. Seeing another blonde walk by, she pushed herself off and grabbed the blonde— pulling the teacher inside the classroom.

“C! I just mopped there, gosh!” Throwing the broom down, you rolled your eyes and sat on your desk, facing the two blondes in front of you.

“Yeah, c’mon C, she just mopped and you go pullin’ people inside her classroom.” Kristin Marie smirked at Charlie as she sat on a desk, the one Charlie sat on earlier. “Tin!”

Laughing at your exasperation, Kristin Marie stood up and raised her arms. “What?”

“You have to tell her she can’t go to next weeks inter-school competition!” Shaking Kristin Marie’s arms, Charlie raised her eyebrows to remind the other blonde.

“Why?”

“Because!”

“Because wha-? Oh… oh!” Slapping Charlie’s hands away from her, Kristin Marie shook her head and walked towards you. “I say she go. I mean, what’s gonna happen?”

“The worst can happen! Am I the only one that remembers what your sister did to her?”

Walking towards Charlie, you held the hand pointing at you and put it down. “Nothing’s going to happen to me. Hell, I don't even think she remembers me, C.”

Holding both of Charlie’s hands, you looked into her eyes. “I promise, nothing is going to happen to me. Even Kristin Marie promises it. Right, Tin?”

Biting her lower lip, Kristin Marie joined you, caressing Charlie's arm. “Yeah, not while we're with her.”

I didn't have it in myself to go with grace

“Okay y'all, Addington’s gonna be here for a week cause the district wanted to make a few bucks of kids beating each other in chess.” said Ava as she walked in the lounge, beelining towards the coffee maker she bought last week.

“What?!”

“How?!”

“C’mon Janine, we talked about this!” Melissa gave Janine a glare, making the other 2nd grade teacher pout.

“I didn't do this! I’m not even in the district anymore!”

Nodding his head, Jacob agreed. “That's right, Janine left them.”

Cupping her face, Barb huffed the stress away from her space and turned to Ava. “A week? Full of games?”

Leaning against the counter, Ava hummed in agreement. “Yeah, so y'all be ready cause those charter kids ain't gonna let the kids here beat them. Especially them teachers over there.”

“I heard there's a new teacher there, the previous art teacher died of heatstroke— the school didn't even tell the kids the truth, told them Mr. Jamal left to get the treasure at the end of the rainbow.” said Gregory as he drank his fruit smoothie, making the other teacher's raise an eyebrow at the information.

“Where the hell did you get that? He left to join the thugs, boy!” Mr. J pointed his index finger at Gregory.

“Enough of the dead talk! How do you know the new teacher there?” asked Barbara as she looked at Gregory to Janine. The 1st grade teacher followed her gaze and shook his head frantically. “Y/N was my classmate in college, actually she was taking her master's at Brown, then we became friends when we found out we were from Philly—”

As if the name struck a nerve in her, Melissa’s stare at Gregory turned into a harsh glare before Barb took her attention from the first-grade teacher.

And I can go anywhere I want

“Well, y'all are early.” Ava greeted the Addington teachers.

The teachers were having a pre-game event, mostly to talk about how they would play it light when the kids were around. The number one rule? No cursing at the other teachers.

“Have to, we know how y'all play.” Kristin Marie rolled her eyes as she locked gaze with her sister, Melissa.

“How we play? Why you idio-”

“We noticed you have a vacant seat? Not complete yet, huh?” Jacob cut Melissa off before she could start a fire between her and her sister. This made Barbara give the boy an appreciative nod.

“Actually-”

The double doors opened with a bang, the suspect? You. Panting due to the long run you made from Addington's parking lot towards Abbott's building. “Here! The seat's for me. Jesus, Mary, and Joseph!” You tumbled towards your chair and plopped your ass down, hard.

“Ow… Are the chairs here really that hard, Eddie?” You glanced at your friend who gave you a chuckle and a nod.

“Yeah, not as soft as the chairs in Brown. You have to excuse us.”

Shaking your head, you let a chuckle that turned into a full blown laugh. “Oh geez! That's fine, Eddie.” You stood up and embraced Gregory. “I’ve missed you!”

“Miss you too, Y/N.” Gregory gave you a pat on the back. “This is Janine Teagues, my girlfriend.” He held the hand of a shorter woman as both of you pulled back from the embrace.

“This is Janine?! Hi!” You gave the shorter woman a hug and an energetic shake of hands.

Seeing the change of energy, Charlie stood up from her chair and held your arms to stop giving Janine an arm exercise at seven in the morning. “Sorry, she's like a golden retriever with her energy surges.”

“No, I'm not!” And in your defense, Charlie gave you a pointed look that told you to shut up.

Shrugging, Gregory waved his hand and laughed. “Nah, it's fine. These are my colleagues— Jacob,” a lanky brown-haired man waved at you, “Ava, our principal,” a curvy fashionable woman gave you a wink, “Barbara,” you received a ‘hello dear’ from the woman, “and Melissa.”

Before you could look at the redhead beside Barbara, Charlie pushed you towards your chair. “Would you look at that! All of us are here, shouldn't we start by now so we can all go home early— right, Principal Coleman?”

Anywhere I want, just not home

[mattsbrowser]

GIFTED

| summary: Chris puts the condoms Matt got him to use

| warnings: some fluff, smuttt, p in v, stomach bulge, pet names, missionary

not proofread

dividers: @thecutestgrotto

The triplets are recording a new Friday video of “buying each other Christmas gifts”. Matt hands Nick and Chris a small box each wrapped in a blue snowflake design.

“Merry Christmas” Chris says in a funny voice. Nick begins unwrapping his present before his jaw drops. “Did I get the same thing?” Chris asks, a hint of shock on his face.

“I don’t want any nieces or nephews anytime soon” Matt adds.

—

I knock on the triplets front door. The door locks click open and I’m welcomed by Nick, “hi” he says with a soft smile, moving so I can enter. “hey Nick, is Chris home?” I ask. He nods “he’s in his room” I nod before heading upstairs to Chris’ room.

I give the door a knock before heading Chris shout for me to come in. “hey baby” he says, pulling his headset off and telling his friends he has to go. He stands up to give me a hug, placing a kiss to the top of my head. I embrace the hug with a small “hi”.

“how was your day” i ask him as i pull away and sit down on his bed. “It was good, we shot our Friday video” he says lying down beside me. “What was it?” I ask him leaning my head on my shoulder. “Buying each other gifts” he states, “Matt got us a present actually” I give him a confused look, “what do you mean ‘us’?” he smirks before walking over to his desk and picking up a blue square box. He hands me the box and sits down next to me, his elbows on his knees as he watches me read the label.

‘Trojan, ultra thin’ I read at the top. My face still puzzled before my eyes travel down to the bottom left corner. ‘36 lubricated latex condoms’ my eyes widen before looking at Chris who is smirking up at me. “You can’t be serious, Matt got you these” I say turning the box and looking at the back. He lets out a low chuckle with a nod. “Oh I’m serious, he wanted to make sure he didn’t have any nieces or nephews anytime soon” he says. I let out a blow shaking my head. He leans back on his elbows looking at me. “So?” he asks. “What?” I reply looking back at him. “We can’t really let them go to waste now can we?” He says putting his hands up in motion.

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After a short text from Matt saying him and Nick were heading out to the mall for a bit Chris did not hesitate to stick to his word. Breathy sighs escape my lips as Chris kisses around my neck moving down to my breasts. He kisses down pulling my his hoodie off of me. The hoodie is discarded somewhere on the floor leaving me in my black lace bra. Chris continues his slow kisses down my stomach before playing with the waistband of my sweats

“Chris” I sigh out. “What baby, what do you want?” He asks, trailing his fingers across my stomach under my waistband. I let out a whine, “you” he chuckles “what do you want from me baby hm?” I let out a groan throwing my head in the pillows “I want you, inside me” Chris lets out a hum before slowly pulling down my sweats.

Finally after a tortured time of Chris taking my sweats off slowly, I was finally left in just my lace set. I prop myself up on my elbows as Chris stands at the end of the bed looking down at me, the bulge in his grey sweats showing more and more. “Fuck” he breathes out. I smile up at him as he wipes his face with his right hand.

“God— you’re so fucking perfect” he admits, his eyes scanning my figure. I bite my lip and smile as he loosens his sweatpants and kicks them off before crawling over me. I let out a giggle as I fall back on the bed, Chris’ face hovering over mine. A moment of silence as we both scan each others features. I smile up at Chris when we both make eye contact.

“I don’t know what I did to deserve such a beautiful girl” I smile and blush at his words, “i love you” I say wrapping my arms around his neck. Chris placing his lips on mine and hums. “I love you too, but this beautiful girl is going to get fucked like a slut hmm?” He whispers against my lips as he tucks a hair behind my ear. I nod and hum biting my lip. He smirks before reaching for the box on his nightstand. He takes out one condom ripping it open with his teeth and spitting the wrapper out on the floor. He slips off my lace underwear.

He rolls it on his hard cock before shifting above me. I place my hands up above my head as he moves over me. I feel him trace the tip across my folds before pushing the head in. I let out a breathy sigh, my body slightly shivering. Chris placed both his hands beside me caging me in as he continues pushing inside me until he bottoms out. “Fuuuckk, so tight” he groans. He looks down to where both our bodies connect before slowly moving in and out of me. I let out small groans still getting used to the feeling.

Squelching noises are heard as Chris starts to pick up the pace. I let out moans and whines trying to grasp into a pillow behind me. “Does my little slut like getting fucked like this huh? does she want Matt buying me condoms more often hm?” Chris pants watching my face contorting in pleasure. “Mmmm— y-yes” I moan. He laughs at my reaction “tsk tsk such a whore for me aren’t you? Love being fucked by my cock when my brothers aren’t home” I let out a loud moan as Chris hits my g-spot inside me, my back arching.

Chris pulls my legs up to place them both over his shoulders before leaning down to my face practically bending me in half. “You like my big cock don’t you?” He asks. All I can do in response is moan. Chris grabs my jaw forcing me to look at him, “words baby, words” my jaw goes slack as I nod, “yes yes yes FUCK” I scream. Chris lets out his own groan looking down at the bulge in my stomach. “Look at that, look how well you’re taking me ma” he says before pressing on the bulge, I let out a strangled moan, my back arching off the bed as my knuckles go white from gripping onto the pillow behind my head.

“Chris— FUCK” I moan. “I’m so close ma cmon” I grunts dropping his head into my neck. His hips continue rutting up into me as I wrap my arms around him causing me to scratch his back. “Chris please” I moan. He reached between us and moves slow circles on my clit causing my body to tremble beneath him. “Let go baby” he says. My body quivers beneath him as I release, he rides me through my high before fucking his cum into me with a few long groans and moans before moving my legs and dropping onto me.

I wrap my arms around his neck panting out. “Jesus Christ— that was, amazing” I say with a breathy laugh. Chris chuckles against me trying to catch his breathe.

“Best gift I’ve ever gotten” Chris says causing me to laugh

a/n: I’m back!! I have a few works in my drafts so I’m gonna try force motivation to write them anyways here something to feed yall🤍 love yall I missed you

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[darlingdreadwrites]

Scary? My God, You're Divine

pairing: Ticci Toby x GN!Reader

summary: Toby's been feeling insecure all day, and you snap him out of it.

contains: toby being insecure, fluff

word count: 1.1k

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a.n: this is the first thing ive gotten myself to write in weeks oml.... and yes im still alive LOL just been depressed and coping horrendously

The forest is quiet, save for the occasional chirp of birds in the distance and your conversation. The evening air is cool, carrying the scent of earth and pine. The fading sunlight paints the horizon in hues of amber and rose. You sit cross-legged on the slightly damp ground, absently brushing aside a twig as you chatted away. Your voice carries an easy, lighthearted cadence as you recount a ridiculous moment from earlier today. The punchline slips from your lips with a chuckle, and you glance at Toby. Not even the faintest sign of amusement. Just what was going through that head of his today?

Toby sits a few feet away, legs tented with his arms draped loosely over his knees. His hoodie is pulled up, the shadows of the fabric obscuring a full view of his face. His head rests against his left shoulder – angling just enough to keep you out of his peripheral vision.

He’s not even listening, you sigh to yourself.

You had noticed that he was uncharacteristically quiet for hours. And yet – whenever you would ask if he was okay – he would brush you off with joke. It seems that now he doesn’t even have the energy to fake not being upset. Unbeknownst to you, Masky’s voice is still echoing in his head – cruel and biting.

“I don’t know what they see in you, ugly as you are.”

The words had clung to him like burrs – twisting into his thoughts sharply. He hates how easily it got under his skin. He never gave a fuck about his appearance before, why was he so worried about what you’d think of him now?

Toby barely registers your voice anymore – or the fact that you had even stopped talking. It was a soft and familiar hum that would have soothed him on any other day. But right now, he feels undeserving of even that—your presence, your attention. What could you possibly see in him?

He shifts, a quiet tic jerking his arm upward before he forcefully presses it back down. The clicking of his tongue follows, barely audible because of his painful restraint. He lets out a sharp exhale, his jaw tight under the hood’s shadow.

He’s so distant. The way his head is hung – as if the weight of his thoughts is too much to bear – makes your chest ache. Fuck this, I can’t take it anymore.

Scooting closer, you lower your voice to a concerned tone. “Toby… are you okay?”

He stiffens, his fingers tightening around the sleeves of his hoodie.

“I’m f-fine,” he mutters, but the crack in his voice betrays him. He keeps his gaze fixed on the ground; the corners of his mouth tight.

You sigh, leaning in. “No, you’re not. Talk to me. Please.”

For a moment, he doesn’t answer. His silence stretches long enough to almost make you ask again. He lets out a sharp exhale, his fingers fidgeting with a loose thread.

“Wuh-why do you ev-even… care?” he mumbles.

“What?” You blink. “Why wouldn’t I care?”

He looks up – just for a moment – before averting his eyes again. His jaw works like he is chewing over words he doesn’t want to say, but something inside him cracks.

“Look at me-me.” His words are bitter. His hands gesture to the scars lining his face, at the deep gash cutting into his left cheek that exposes his molars. You swear you catch him flinch when you follow the movement. “I cuh-can’t even—how can, can you st-stand to look… at me?”

His voice wavers when he forced out the last words as if it pained him to even voice his thoughts. His hands drop to his lap, clenching into tight fists. His head is bowed like he expects you to agree and run away screaming.

You reach out instead, your hand resting lightly on his shoulder.

“Toby,” you say softly, waiting for him to look at you. When he doesn’t, you squeeze. “Look at me.”

Reluctantly, his eyes meet yours. A storm of doubt and shame swirls in them.

“I adore you,” you begin, your voice steady. “Every single part of you. Your scars, your tics, even the things you think make you unlovable—they don’t. They’re part of you. And I think you’re beautiful.”

Toby simply stares at you, his breath catching audibly. His throat works as if he is trying to swallow the lump rising there.

“You… you d-don’t mean that,” he whispers.

“I do,” you insist, your hand sliding from his shoulder to gently cup his cheek. Your thumb brushes over the rough texture of his scarred skin.

His lips part, but no words come out. He just stares up at you – eyes wide with a blend of disbelief and yearning. He almost doesn’t know how to process the sweet words you’ve offered to him. You hold his gaze, and let your affection speak louder than any of the words you’ve spoken.

Toby is quick, pulling you into his lap in one fluid motion despite the way his hands tremble. His arms wrap tightly around you, and you’re surrounded by his warmth.

His face buries itself into the crook of your neck, his warm breath uneven against your skin. He clings to you to keep himself grounded. His shoulders shake, and you feel the slight tremor of his tics. There’s a small jerk in his arm, a subtle twitch in his fingers. But Toby refuses to let go.

“Y-you don’t—” His words catch in his throat. He presses his lips to your neck instead. The kiss is soft but almost desperate.

“I-I need y-you,” he murmurs against your skin. His breath hitches as he moves up to your jawline – leaving a trail of featherlight kisses. “Don’t… don’t leave m-me.”

“I’m not going anywhere.” You run your fingers through his messy hair. Your other hand traces gentle patterns on his back. You let him hold you as tightly as he needs – offering him every ounce of reassurance he craves.

It feels like he can’t decide where he wants to kiss more – your neck or your face. Each one lingers, a quiet hum escaping his throat. He tilts his head to brush his lips on the corner of your mouth before turning his attention to gently suck on your neck briefly.

His hands roam – not with any intention beyond connection. One squeezes your hip, while the other slides along your arm and back. He needs the physical reminder that you are here – with him, loving him. And he loves you. Oh, he fucking loves you.

The hand on your back pulls you closer into his lap. His body twitches again – accidentally causing him to squeeze you hard enough to make you yelp. He lets out a frustrated – and apologetic – huff, but you hold him tighter.

“’S okay,” you whisper, your lips planting a kiss on his head. “I’m not going anywhere.”

[veren-cos]

Having fun?

NSFW Sebastian (sdv) x reader

Begging, praise kink(?), porn with (a little) plot, established relationship. Oral (afab receiving), edging(?), P in v, afab but gender neutral reader

Let me know if I missed any tags, this is my first smut fic lol

Fic below the cut!

"Nghhh Sebastian, please! hahhh, It's been weeks. Please, Seb-ghh!" You panted, "seb...."

Here he was on top of you, three fingers deep as he was nipping and biting that sweet spot on your neck, leaving marks that were sure to leave the townsfolk chatting for days. "C'mon farmer, you asked for this.." the low groan that left his throat made you feel hot. "You know you like it, just feel how wet you are for me."

When did he learn to be this dirty? God you didn't even care right now, all you wanted was sweet release that he was refusing to give you. "Sebastiaaannn"

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Your head rested on his thighs, looking up as he played his switch. You didn't even care if it was blunt, but God damn, you needed to have sex with him again. Despite going out for months, there had never been what felt like a good time. Until early winter, that was..

The mood was right, the lights were low, and all you could focus on was how Sebastian felt inside of you. The low pants, the soft kisses. No matter how many times you touched yourself, it couldn't compare. So it went days... Then weeks. Which then turned into nearly a month without cumming, all because you couldn't get Sebastian out of your head.

"Sebastiannn" You sang.

He glanced from the game, "yeah?"

Crawling your fingers up his side, creeping under his shirt, his face burned bright red. "What are you up to?" You glided your nails back down, slipping to his hip, going just under the waist of his pants.

He sputtered, "ah! Uhm.." hastily putting the switch on the side table. "Not much.. are you. Mmmn.." You slowly moved your hand closer and closer to his.... "are you uh.." he cleared his throat, "having fun?"

"Hmmm I think I am." You smirked, "did you want to have some fun?" His eyes lit up. Your hand got so close, but you slowly drifted back to his waist, the fingers of your other hand tracing his jaw.

"What, ah, kind of fun are you talking about?" He isn't stupid, he knows just what you want.

"Are you really going to make me say it?" You teased.

Raising his eyebrows, he sensed an opportunity. "You know what, I think I am." He grabbed your wrists, stopping any teasing you were managing. And in one motion, he slipped out from under you, rotating so he was straddling your waist, pressing your hands above your head. Sebastian cocked his head, "What kind of 'fun' were you looking to have, farmer?"

Goodness this was different. His confident demeanor was turning you on. "I want to have sex. Okay?"

"That's just fine by me." He pushed his knee in between your thighs, opening up your hips as he leaned down to kiss you. He kissed so lovingly, slow and passionate. He moved his grip to your sides, slipping his hands down, creeping lower and lower. Until he hit your waist, "what do you say we get these off?"

Giggling, you said, "Hmmmm. Only if I can get *you* off."

"Hah!" He set his forehead on your chest. "Farmer I'm trying to be hot, why do you have to make me laugh!"

"We can be hot, and funny!" You cleared your throat. "No but seriously Sebastiannn. It's been weeks."

You could feel him tilt his head into your neck, his breath fast from being heated up. "What do you mean? I mean I know we havent done anything since last time, is that what this is about?"

You groaned, "noooo. Ugh this is embarrassingggg"

"It's only embarrassing if you make it! I do tons of embarrassing things all of the time."

"Ughhhhhhhhh" you pressed your cheeks to his face, whispering. "I haven't... gotten myself off. Since we had sex."

He turned to look at you. "Babe. Why is that embarrassing?? That wasn't even that long ago."

"No like. I *can't*" you just felt his confusion. "I've tried. I *cant*. I can't seem to compare to how you did it. It was amazing. And I haven't been able to cum for *weeks*.

Seb I need you." You shifted down against his knee, still in between your legs. "I need you."

"Oh!" You started grinding against his knee. He laughed, "Oh that bad, huh?" He pushed further against you, trying to match your pace. "Oh you poor thing. Just haven't been able to replace me, huh? What, do your fingers not feel the same? Toys not as good as the real thing?" He paused, the tension was becoming unbearable. "Well I can certainly help out with that." He took his leg away, standing up off the couch. "Get up."

"No, Sebastian, please.." You were so close to getting what you wanted. Why did he have to drag this out! Just a second ago you were laughing, what is with his mood change?

"I said get up." And so you stood. "Now take those off," he said, point at your clothes.

"What about you..?"

"We'll get there." A blush was creeping on his face. "Now, I said take off your clothes." You could feel his eyes looking at you up and down, taking you in. God you were glad he kept his room dim, this would have been too embarrassing in broad light.. "good job. Now lay on the bed."

He slowly followed after you, taking off his shirt and his belt as he did. Tossing them to the floor, you could hear the metal clasp clink on the carpet.

Your heart was beating so loud you almost thought he could hear it. Sebastian leaned in close, but not nearly closing enough. Too much time has been wasted, you grabbed his face and pulled him into a harsh kiss. You want to feel him, know him. You were so desperate, and it showed.

Although shocked, Seb quickly recovered and slipping his tounge past your teeth. He wanted to taste you, because god damn, you tasted good. He pulled your hands off his face, "no. You don't get to take the lead right now." He lowered himself, lifting your leg onto his shoulder. "Now, you are going to stay still, and be good, you hear? But don't be afraid to open that pretty mouth of yours, we have the house to ourselves."

He spread your legs open for him, and you could feel his breath, hot against your skin. It took all you could muster to stay still. You felt exposed, but you knew you were going to get what you wanted tonight. Suddenly, you felt his wet lips right on your clit, sucking on it harshly. You gasped, "Sebastian!" You went to grab his hair, but he swatted your hand away.

Pulling himself away from you, he spoke, "I said, Stay. Still. You've waited this long already, surely you can wait a little more, hm?" After teasing you he went back to lapping at your sensitive cunt.

God he was good. Just where did he learn this? When? "Nghhh Sebastiannn" You were gripping onto the sheets for dear life when you felt him drive a finger inside of you.

Even just one was driving you crazy, but it wasn't enough. "Sebastian please.. I want you inside me."

"Oh but I am, sweet thing. What, is this not what you wanted?" He slid another finger in. "God, you're so wet and I barely even got started. You really were all pent up for me, huh sweetheart?" He was slowly moving them in and out, dragging along your walls, all wille dragging out your sweet moans.

"Nghhh Sebastian, please! hahhh, It's been weeks. Please, Seb-ghh!" You panted, "seb...."

He stopped licking at your clit, only to start licking up your chest to your neck instead. All he could do was bit and nip at you, when shoving another finger inside you. "C'mon farmer, you asked for this." God he almost growled at the sight of you, so open for him. He never was one to be dominant, but he was starting to love the feeling of being able to do whatever he wanted with you. Pleasing you, making you his. "You know you like it. You're so close aren't you. Huh, sweet thing?" He pulled out, stopping any buildup you possibly had. "Well," he kissed up to your ear "too bad. I'm not done with you yet."

"God, please, seba-" You were cut off with a rough kiss. He had pinned you between his legs, and you could feel his cock so close to where you wanted it. So close..

And god he was so hard, but when he felt you grinding up against him he put a stop to it, harshly grabbing your hips. "I control when you move, not you, not today. I'll take care of everything, you just have to be patient." But he was taking so loooong. All you wanted was to feel him, to wrap yourself around his dick, squeezing every last drop of cum out from his as you screamed his name. God you felt perverted, if only he could hear your thoughts.

"Hasn't it been long enough? Please Sebastian. I'm begging you."

"Beg harder." He'd had enough. He was starting to feel your desperation, and was so close to giving in. Last time he was so gentle, but tonight. God, tonight was different. You felt him line up with your enterence, giving you almost no time to prepare before he shoved himself inside you. He didn't move further, giving you a split second to adjust to the feeling. "Is this what you wanted, huh?"

"Oh, God, yes. Please just.. ahhh, hah..." You felt so full, and God it was good. "Just please... please move."

"Hmm.." he pushed further in, so close to hitting the perfect spot inside you. "I want you to beg. Tell me how bad you want me. How badly you need me to move, to make you feel good. Then" He nipped at your neck, "and only then, will I give you what you want."

And you didn't even care if it made you seem pathetic. Didn't even care if anyone was home to hear, which luckily they weren't. Otherwise, they'd know just how much of a whore you were for your boyfriend. How desperate you were for his dick. "Sebastian, please! Please move. I want you," you groaned, trying to move against him, but being held back by his hands. "I need you to move. God, please, it's been so long, I need you. I'll do anything, just please, let me cum!"

And yet again you were cut off. Except, this time, it was from the sudden sensation of Sebastian slamming himself all the way in, as deep as this position could go. "Good pet. God you feel so good. I love hearing your pretty little moans." You finally could moved, grinding your hips with his in rhythm. A fast, harsh pace. One you were trying so hard to keep up with.

"You're lucky I'm generous. I told you I'd put in all the work, but I suppose this time I'll let it slide." He picked up his work on your neck, slowly kissing down your chest until he was leaving marks everywhere. "You feel so damn good. You're doing amazing sweetheart." He pulled out, just to slam all the way back in. The dirty, breathy moans you screamed were music to his ears.

You didn't think it could get any better. That was until he slid his hand down your waist. Down, down until his fingers circled your clit. Roughly, he pressed his thumb against your bundle of nerves.

You were close. So close. "Sebastian, Sebastian please. I'm going to cum, please just, nghh.. please don't stop, please let me cum" Your hands reached across his back, scratching in as you couldn't help it from the pleasure. You started loosing yourself to the feeling, babble nonsense as you felt the wave of pleasure crash into you.

Your cunt squeezed hard around his dick as you cam, making it so Sebastian shortly followed. His harsh pace against your clit kept your orgasm lasting so long. "You're doing so well, hahh.." This time he was running out of breath. He kept riding you out through both your highs, his spend leaking out where he was inside. The two of you stayed there, panting in each other's arms. You kissed up his chest as he pulled out of you.

"God that was..."

"Amazing?"

"The best." He laughed.

You caught your breath, not wanting to leave this moment. "Where did all of that come from? I mean. Hah. Don't get me wrong that was HOT. But damn Sebastian! Didn't know you had it in you!" You playfully smacked his chest as you laughed, lazing in the afterglow.

"I.." he huffed, "I have no idea. Damn." He let out a harsh laugh. "We are so doing that again."

"Yeah? You liked it rough?"

"Hmm I wouldn't say that." He hovered closer to say face, whispering, "I think I just like seeing you unravel for me. Knowing I was the one who made you moan so loud. Knowing I could drive you so crazy, you couldn't even cum without me."

"Ughhhh God you aren't ever going to let that go, are you?" You slinked down, rolling out from under him.

"Nope! And you can't make me." Sebastian laid next to you. "What do you say we get cleaned up? Get you some water. I wasn't exactly going easy on you."

"Yeah, let's." You smiled at him, but mentally groaned at the fact you'd have to deal with relentless teasing for who even knows how long! It's okay, though. You had a feeling this would happen a lot more frequently now.

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[rat-rosemary]

Quackity is at the door of prime church. It's the turn of the season, and there will be a feast, as there always is, Dream taking his offerings out of the altar and serving them at the table, the classic pews long abandoned in favor of one long low table and pillows thrown all around for seating.

He's not quite sure why he came. He's long given away his connection with their God, long lost the ability to hear The Call and move to it's beat. There is no need for him to come and offer at the altar.

But here he is, his wings bound tightly against his back and Slime standing against his side.

"Quackity from Las Nevadas?

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine Slime. Let's just go."

With a deep breath Quackity steps inside the first-chamber where the fountain it, walking around it to the doors to the main room of the church.

"Big Q! Didn't knew you were going to come to these things anymore! You lost the big one after all."

Tommy greets him the second he appears at the entrance. Right. The big one, the first one after Dream escaped, the one that had everyone on the server on edge. He had spent it with a knife in hand on his office, staring at the door until the sun of the next day arrived.

"Ha! Yeah, I just thought I would swing by."

"Who's your friend?" Sapnap asks, his nose scrunched like he's trying not to snarl as he looks at Slime, "or I guess, what is it?"

"I am human! I have a normal amount of bones"

Slime chirps happily, and everyone turns to Dream at the head of the table, varying levels of disbelief and distrust in their faces.

"Absolutely not. I lay no claim to this thing." Dream takes a bite out of the fish in his hands, "But I didnt complain about you letting Quackity in, so if you want to feed that sentient glob of muddy water then that's your choice."

"Don't call him that-"

"Are you sure tho? It's your church, its your offerings."

Wilbur cut Quackity off, his voice uncharacteristically serious.

"The church isn't for me, it's for you. The offerings are not a prayer I recognize. Do whatever, if I actually cared then I would have bashed Quackity's head into the ground for stepping inside the ""holy lands"" after what he did."

After a few seconds of silence Wilbur scoots aside to make room, and the other's follow his lead. Quackity and Slime sit, and Dream stands, taking the bones of his fish with him. The candles of the church go out as he exits, leaving it dark as his devouts eat. It doesn't take long before they all leave too.

[strawbrryvyy]

A+ in secrets , F in feelings

Pairing- lee Donghyuck x fem!reader

Genre-   Angst,smut,fluff(if not in this part then soon)

Synopsis- in which you, a failing student find out a secret about the smartest kid in your university,who happens to be your true love , and blackmail him into tutoring you so that you pass

a/n:hiii!!omg!my first ever fanfic and its about haechan!!everyone pleasee request ofc after reading my rules and i REALLY hope you like this first part 🩷

25th of July

There it was. the letter ‘F’ in bright red ink stamped on the page, accompanied with crosses littered throughout. You could already feel the stare of Professor Park drilling holes into your back. This was the fifth fucking time.

“Ms. L/N,” a strict voice cut through the air as you looked at the professor with tinged red cheeks. Great, being called out again. ”See me after class to know more about your... predicament." A scowl was permanently etched on her face.

“You’ll get wrinkles like that early”—“What was that?”. You become silent as you bite your lips in order to suppress a “fuck you” or a “you heard me!”.

“Nothing.” At this, she left the conversation in order to pay attention to other students.

Later

“So what did she have to say?” Yizuho giggled as I smiled back in sarcasm at her.

“as if you don’t already know little Ms. Gossip Girl,” a sigh escaped your lips as Yizhuo hit you on the shoulder. You guys were headed to the ‘Kwangya Korner,’ a popular cafe on the university’s campus and the place where Minjeong, who was the last of your trio, worked. As you two entered the cafe, Minjeong smiled smoothly and yelled in surprise at the sight of you two so early after class.

“You guys didn’t get sidetracked today, she smiled as she fixed a coffee.

“No,you replied in a monotone voice while taking the coffee from her hands and taking a sip, making the girl gasp.

“That… was a customer's,” she said with a smack of her lips, her head turning to the side as you handed a twenty-dollar bill.

“Yeah, here… I paid, making me the customer; she chuckled at my words as you handed Yizuho the cup to take a sip. As you did so, her lips quirked up into a smirk as she called both our names.

“Look here…It's Donghyucksss. She prolonged his name in a teasing manner as your cheeks took on a rosy tint as you scrambled up from your seat to look at the cup. Oh! My! God! 

“AHH…MINJEONG…Why didn't you tell me? The whine in your voice was evident as your and Yizhuo's words were met with silence.

“We have no more…she whispered to herself as you two looked towards her in confusion. She then explained how they had run out of the things needed to remake his order.

“W-what do you mean you RAN out?!” Yizuhos's giggles echoed around the kitchen. Like... how pfft, how does that even happen?” Minjeong looked at the girl with a deadpan look as she turned herself towards you and pointed to the door.

“You drank it, you tell him.” Her eyes were so stern you couldn't tell if she was joking or not. Surely she was! right...?As you questioned her, you knew she wasn't kidding and wanted you to go outside and tell him yourself. She was feeding you to the lions.

“B-but... I... I just wanted coffee after failing, man, "you said with a sullen face as you began to walk outside while Minjeong stood there smirking.

“Should’ve waited in line like a normal paying customer.”

You flipped her off with a scowl as you made your way to the front counter where Donghyuck would have been. And he was standing there in all his leather pants, messy hair, and black jacket glory. He was beautiful, as if he had been constructed by Ares himself. He looked like he was tired and waiting for his coffee. coffee that he wouldn't get because I drank it.

“Uhm…Hi, D-Donghyuck?” You ask in a weary tone as he turns to your direction in surprise.

“Yeah... um, that's me...” He holds his hand out as you shake it. He gives you a weird look as he speaks. "I didn't want to... never mind, my coffee? Please,” as he says this, you turn back to see if Minjeong or even Yizhuo could save you, but to your dismay, they were there giggling and closing the door.

“Right…I kind of drank it, and we, um... We didn't have any more, and I'm so, so, so sorry, but I'm—"

Before you could even finish your ramble, he had left; the doors “jingle!” was all that was proof of him leaving. ugh!What a jerk!

Later

“You should apologise, Yizuho said, or tried to as she stuffed her face with pieces of fried chicken. Minjeong sighed and nodded.

“You never know... Donghyuck's pretty smart; he could help you, you know, pass for once... and you never know," Yizhuo snorted at Minjeong's comment as you squealed, feeling chunks of the chicken that was in her mouth on your silky pink pyjamas.

“First of all, I already did that; that jerk just didn't listen, and second of all, he doesn't even take the same course,” you sigh as Minjeong throws you another chip.

“Well, actually, he was right to react like that considering what you did was low-key disrespectful, and second of all, he took computer science last year,” Yizhuo nodded to Minjeong's words as they waited for you to actually consider them.

“Fine.I'll ask him, but it's because I feel bad and want to pass... NOT because I want us to date or whatever.”

27th of July

As you scan the room, you see multiple familiar yet unknown faces. There was Natty, who you knew from high school, and Jaehyun, who was quite popular with the ladies, among some. However, they weren't who you were looking for—Donghyuck,finger on your chin as you scan the room until, ta-dah, there he was leaving through one of the less crowded exits. Without a thought, you ran after the man frantically as you saw him stop and take out his phone to attend a call. A scowl on his face as he uttered the next sentence.

“Yes … dad I know…Yeah, no shit—sorry, no, I didn't mean it. No, I don't have a date... I mean, maybe because they would only care about the fact that I'm THE Lee Do-hyun’s son”... What did he just say?! Donghyuck was famous actor Lee Do-hyun’s child?! HOW?! As you processed all of this new information, a scream escaped the boundaries of your mouth, causing Donghyuck to do a full 360 and face you with an even worse frown than the one he had on previously.

“You heard all that? ... didn't you?”

“Yeah…I—aren't you the chick that drank my coffee?” You grinned sheepishly at his words while nodding.

“I’m sorry, really ... But what I just heard... was it true?” you squeaked out as you looked at him with a slight frown. This was the man you had crushed on since the day you first saw at orientation.The  man you didn't dare speak to until two days ago after drinking his coffee. The man whose secret you now hold.

“Listen, it's fine. But just don't tell anyone, Kay."His near dismissive tone had brought you back to your senses as you called his name to stop him.

“I will!If you don't help me, I will!” You bellowed with determination.He looked at you amused as he quirked a brow and beckoned you to continue".I need to pass computer science with Professor Park. You did the course last year, and I REALLY need to pass". A chuckle left his lips as he looked at you with a hooded smile before nodding.

“Fine, meet me at the library tomorrow at six,” and with that he was off, leaving you with your pounding heart in await of tomorrow's events.

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[brotherwtf]

how would john react if gale said yes to rimming him?

let me paint you a scene anon... come along I'll show you how he'll react

first of all, John would be on his fucking knees begging Gale to please let him eat his ass, please, it would feel so good please please let him eat Gale's ass and Gale would at first be like ??? why would you want to do that but he can't deny John does look pretty good and pathetic on his knees rn and maybe he should just let John eat his ass

he wonders if it would feel good, no one has ever done that to him before but he trusts John to make it nice... but honestly he likes torturing John just a little bit more so he muses that he'll think about it, doesn't want to rush too cocksure into things, which leaves John whimpering and crying on his knees which honestly... might be better than getting his ass eaten

but alas, Gale can't deny John forever, especially when he's practically begging with big puppy eyes every time the conversation of sex comes up, so Gale finally agrees to let John rim him

and first of all, John would be fucking ecstatic, almost jumps up from his chair because of how thrilled he is, bites his lip and smiles like a boy who's just received a present, fingers flexing almost nervously when Gale slinks away into the bedroom, following him like a lost puppy thrumming with anticipation because he gets to worship Gale's ass just like he's always wanted to

he'll start off sweet by kissing Gale and pushing him to the bed, a hand laced in his hair as he pushes his pants down, doesn't even bother to take off Gale's shirt, which makes it hotter, almost, and then he gets more and more desperate when he finally gets his hand on Gales ass, moaning sinfully at the feeling

Gale huffs when John turns him over, fingers already clenched in the sheets when John hikes his shirt up over the small of his back and kisses the dimples on his waist, slowly making his way down to Gale's ass, the whole reason they're here anyway

John kisses and bites the firm muscle, making sure that Gale's perfect ass is marked so beautifully by his mouth, god how he loves it, it fits so perfectly in his hands so he can squeeze and massage, Gale jumps so beautifully when John slaps it when they're fucking, and he's twitching so wonderfully now that John is biting and worshipping it

and then John uses his tongue, swipes the flat of it from Gale's balls up to his perineum, delighting in the moan that gets punched out of Gale, humming when Gale's hips jump against the sheets

when John finally fucks his tongue against Gale's hole, Gale can't help but cry out, swearing and burying his head in the sheets, ears burning with the horrible sloppy sounds coming from John's tongue, all from just eating his ass, it's making Gale almost dizzy

maybe at some point John reaches his hand up to link with Gale's buried in the sheets, and maybe John makes Gale come from just his tongue, but nevertheless Gale will probably agree to this again

it just occured to me that I'm not quite sure if this ask was referring to John getting his ass eaten or Gale, so if you want to see John getting rimmed don't be afraid to ask lmaoo

[swagdaniels]

going to throw up. hes so fucking cute . im beating him with a stick . (also my solshine for fun)