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i keep thinking about logan, who has lived for more than 200 years, had seen and fought the weirdest things any human could ever come across, meeting eddie and venom.
an alien doesn't even surprise him at this point, yet this is the face he makes when he sees venom slither out of eddie's back
#i imagine him silenty circling eddie to see where venom emerges from#and scoffed in amusement when he heard eddie called the symbiote âloveâ#giggling so hard rn#gotta love his expressive ass#wolverine#logan howlett#eddie brock#venom symbiote#symbrock#deadpool and wolverine#venom 3#q#midterms week is taking me out#and not even in a fun way
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Mfw I'm met with the blandest, most insipid, lukewarm apology and I have to accept it lest I hurt the other's feelings.
#personal#this is PERSONAL#this is clearly MY face when I gotta act like the bigger person and just accept a half assed apology becauae bitches be afraid conflict!!!#lu four#his face is so expressive i love heee <3#linkeduniverse#linked universe
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Shoutout to my therapist for now ending sessions with "We out here sinning! We out here suffering!" as a weirdly hopeful affirmation for me
#'We walk by faith and not by sight' is OUT#'We out here sinning and suffering' is IN#His whole thing is suffering sucks bootyass so we gotta learn how to tolerate it#You can express how much suffering sucks bootyass#and eventually you feel better. the sucking ass eventually runs out#you just gotta tolerate it in the least dangerous way you can#ideally it's have a cry and take care of yourself and rest up and so on and so forth#if it's self harm and drugs then so be it cause harm reduction#you probably aren't gonna focus on not smoking cigarettes if you're homeless and hungry#cause cigarettes make you feel less hungry and agitated#so once you get housing then we can worry about the smoking#you're probably not gonna stop self harming while in an abusive household so let's work on tolerating that while finding a way to get out#Once youre out and safe we can focus on moving from self harm to self care#ya know?#he says it's a tool. it's not the most handy tool but it is A Tool in your toolbox#you wanna add tools to your toolbox so you have more options. having no tools at all is the worst outcome#a broken hammer is better than no hammer when you need to deal with a nail right?#anyways that's it I just love my therapist I was homeless for like 2 months but I'm housed now so it's all good#he constantly reminds me of this concept but even more so until I got my temporary dorm#anyways again fuck Jesus I just moved into this dorm and I already might have to evacuate for Milton#you'll make my uncle a prophet but can't save my new mini fridge from a flood for me? fuck off dude#ex christian#religious trauma
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Mommy kink, slight exhibition kink, this is so funny bc I was planning on writing about dom!choso today but end up writing this?? Not proofread
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âShhh, gotta be quiet Choâ you tantalizingly whispered to his ear, smiling at his hazed-out, innocent expression as you bounced yourself up and down his cock, dragging your sweet cunt that's he's so so addicted to, on his lengthy dick, spreading your creamy slick all around itâyour hands gripped and squeeze both of his muscular biceps during the process, feeling the raw strength beneath your touch as his head slightly leans against the wooden headboard.
You quickly hastened your paceâtrying to get the both of you to cum as soon as possible before his mom comes back to check up on you again. It was your first ever sleepover today so what better way to make it an unforgetful memory then to tease and take advantage of your sweet, doting boyfriend who would do anything for you, as long as it made you happy.
His fingers greedily dug into the soft flesh of your plump ass, grasping your curves possessively as he stared up at youâeyes filled with desire and lust as he captured your lewd expression as his angry cockhead furiously jabs against your g-spot over and over again. Bullyingly impaling your pretty pussy opened around him.
Heâs trying his very best to stifle the desperate urges to moan and whimper too much but he just canât help itâfeeling the intoxicating pleasure of his seductive, horny little girlfriend manipulating his poor cock and body and using him as a fucktoy for your pleasure drove him crazy, just like this.
He loves it when you use him as your personal little toy to fuck. He was made for itâhell, heâd even let you use him while heâs asleep if you need to, He doesnât care. He loves it.
He wouldnât ever admit it but the dirty thought of even getting caught in such a lewd situation like this made his hardened dick throbbed excitedly against your tight soppy wallsâthat were two seconds away from milking him dry. No one has ever seen this side of Choso other than you, so the thought of even partially getting caught sent shockwaves through his mind.
He bit his lips and lets out a string of curses under his breath when he notices the streaks of cum coating his pulsating cock every time his cock disappears into your core and appears again and there was even more cum overlaying it, driving him sooo fucking crazy. The sight pushed him closer to the brink of ecstasy. He was so so close to stuffing you full of his seed.
âYour pussy is sâgoodâ he whimpered out of breath. A mischievous smirk tugged at your lips as you adjusted your hips, grinding your ass against him at a better angleâcoaxing a loud, unrestrained moan out of him.
âNghhâfuck, mâso close Mommyy!â he lets out a low, guttural moan, his hands now gripping onto your waist, desperately trying his best to keep up with your pace as his gaze fixated on the rhythmic bounce of your breast which only further fuels his ardor.
He almost got a heart attack after hearing the next door slamming open. The sudden noise startled him, sending his heart racing with fear. You moaned out deliciously as you excitedly bounced faster, giggling at his scared expression. Heâs so adorable, who knew a big, strong man could be this cute and vulnerable?
Your tight walls hugged his cock so snugly and warm inside of you, you felt like heaven. You grind your hips back and forth on his lap, causing a ripple of pleasure that made your muscles clench even tighter, making his head fall back while he fought the urge to release a moan that threatened to escape his lips.
âGon-naa cum! Hahhh!â He quickly announced, before shooting his seed right up into your sloppy pussyâmaking your head fall back as your back arched slightly, you satisfyingly laughed at the pleasure of your insides slowly being filled up by him. You quickly stuffed two fingers in his mouth to quiet him as you drained more and more cum from his thick balls.
The door swings open with a sudden force, "Heyy kiddos! do you guys need anything? If so let me know and you should get some sleep soon!!" Choso's mom enthusiastically calls out by the door.
You smirked wickedly, pressing your soft boobs against his chest, causing a surge of desire to pulse through him. Before leaning your face into his neck, âBe a good boy and answer her for me, Chosoâ you whispered in a teasing tone before licking a long stripe of his sensitive neckâmaking his cock jolted with arousal against your gummy walls, you can literally feel it beating rapidly inside of you with his seed still stuffed inside of you as you cockwarmed him.
âIâye-yes! Weâre ohh!- okay~â he stammeredâit was all he could make out before his eyes rolled back from the sudden pleasure overwhelming his senses. His head thumped loudly against the headboard as you sucked on his neck, sending shivers down his spine and causing him to lose himself in the overwhelming sensation of pleasure that consumed him.
âChoso, sweetie are you okay?â His mom questioned worriedly, trying to make out what was happening but couldnât see one bit because she didnât have her glasses with her.
âYe-yes! Please juuust go!â His voice cracked as tears prickled from his eyes, his heart pounding with a crescendo of fear and desperation.
âOkay! If you say soâŠâ she replied with a tinge of uncertainty in her voice, casting a quick glance back before gently closing the door behind her with a soft click.
You slowly pulled away, a smirk played on your lips as you took in the sight of how utterly fucked out he looked. So fluttered and adorable.
You cradled his face in your hand, tenderly caressing his cheeks before pushing it deep into your boobs, gently patting the back of his head as he inhaled your scent with a groan. âShhh Cho, I got you baby. Youâre such a gooddd boyâ you cooed comfortingly at him.
You giggled excitedly, feeling his cock rock solid again.
#jujutsu kaisen#jjk#choso kamo#choso smut#choso x female reader#choso x reader#choso imagine#choso x you#jujutsu kaisen choso#jjk choso#choso x y/n#jjk yuuji#itadori yuuji#yuuji itadori#yuta okkotsu x female reader#yuta okkotsu#jjk yuta#yuta x reader#yuta smut#yuuta x reader#jjk itadori#jjk smut#jujutsu kaisen smut#jjk x female reader#toji fushiguro#toji smut#kento nanami#suguru geto#geto suguru#nanami kento
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i have watched the kiss scene and the breakup as a whole more times than i can count and my brain is still trying to process all the things it picked up on.
my newest painful obsession: aziraphale thought crowley came back for him.
they kiss, aziraphale says i forgive you and instead condemns them both, crowley leaves. the lip touching itself is fucking essay worthy because holy SHIT the amount of micro expressions flickering across his face is endless, michael sheen acted his ass off.
i think it's a mixture of surprise, unspoken love, a HEAVY dose of fear, disbelief, and oh my god what did he just do what did i just do. he turns away from the door and we get a very very quick shot of how exactly he is angled.
standing up straight with faked spiteful anger, the same anger he spit at crowley out of fear and insecurity, chin up, clearly waiting for something - or rather someone. we gotta remember that every single time crowley has left aziraphale, he came back. every. single. time. he came back and apologized, that's what they do.
crowley comes back and aziraphale forgives him and they continue bearing their silence.
the bell rings when the door opens again, just like it did when crowley left, and just. look at his face. how quickly he swivels around. the blink and you will miss it spark of hope.
and then the pure devastation when he realizes it's not crowley.
aziraphale thought crowley was coming back for him. he was WAITING for him to come back. even after all that, he couldn't imagine crowley actually leaving him behind, especially not after that kiss and his entire indirect love confession.
just like crowley thought for a tiny heartbeat that aziraphale was kissing him back, aziraphale hoped, hell, he fucking thought he KNEW crowley would never abandon him. not after "i could always rely on you. you could always rely on me." aziraphale has taken him for granted, of course he thought it was him coming through the door.
but that spark of hope gets stomped out beneath the metatrash's feet and he fully turns around, unable to face him and the reality of it all.
this time, he went too far.
this time, crowley did not want forgiveness.
he was about to say i love you and turned it into i forgive you, still clinging to their old ways, their old rituals, just that they are no longer those beings, no longer in that specific relationship. everything has changed.
they both thought the other would never abandon them. turns out they were both wrong.
#alex talks good omens#good omens#good omens season 2#good omens 2 spoilers#ineffable husbands#aziraphale#crowley#aziracrow#aziraphale x crowley#good omens meta#listen im dying over here
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â I CAN FEEL IT, CAN YOU FEEL IT, THERE MUST BE SOMETHING IN THE AIR â â rafe cameron.
MINORS DNI 18+ ᶻ đ đ° .á NOTES: kinktober; takes place in obx s4 e1 but thereâs a slight change; also happy birthday @princessbrunette :) i wrote this for you in mind; and based off of the scene in f&f where dom picks letty up calling her his trophy. WARNINGS: spoiler warning for obx season 4 episode 1 ă non canon compliant: i made rafe win the race ă size difference ă established relationship ă objectification ă impact play: ass smack ă mild exhibitionism bcos of pda ă praise ă sexual content: p in v stuff ă dirty talk.
Your feet sink into the sand as you traipse alongside RAFE CAMERON to his station in the race. His large hand envelopes yours, keeping you balanced as he leads you to his bike. The roar of revving fills your ears, loud enough for your boyfriend to have to lean down to your level to speak to you, walking you through the process and your role here. Youâve never been a flag girl before, but he told you she needs to be a âhot piece of assâ and he wants these boys heads still spinning when he wins the race. As a distraction, you were the only girl he wanted for the job.
â⊠and all you gotta do, baby, is make sure those guys are lookinâ at you. Show off a little somethingâjust this once, I donât care.â he explains, and you nod your head while brushing your hair out of your face from the wind. The two of you stand aside his bike and he mounts it, swinging a long leg over it. It creaks from his weight, and you roll your tongue between your lips. Without sunglasses, his gaze is narrowed, meeting yours in the light as he tugs you closer to him. âYou look good. Prettiest girl on Figure Eight.â he assures you, the corner of his lips quirked as he checks you out. The tiniest booty shorts you could find and a stringy bikini top, you looked good enough to eat. If Rafe wasnât so concerned with crossing the finish line while these cucks were still drooling over you, heâd be a little jealous they get such a treat. âMan, you are eye candy. Give me a twirl, câmon.â
It eases your nerves, grinning bashfully to yourself as he raises your hand over your head, twisting on your toes to show him your outfit. He bites his lower lip hard at the sight of the underside of your ass hanging out of your shorts, and he canât help but give you a tap. You whirl around from the swat, and catch his eyes flash up.
âMm, baby.â he exclaims, talking about you like youâre dessert and heâs got a sweet tooth. He doesnât give you a chance to scold him for smacking your ass around all these people, âCâmere,â he murmurs, yanking you to him until your body is draped over him on his bike. Your manicured nails brace on his chest while he steals a kiss, humming in surprise at him when he tilts his head to deepen it. Takes advantage of your parted lips to slide his tongue along yours in a proper good-luck-kiss, which only makes for a string of spit to connect the two of you when you part. You breathe hard, chest rising and falling from thrill as you search his expression. Thereâs a glow of love-sickness in his eyes.
You try to milk more attention. âI donât know if I canâŠâ you begin, alluding to how shy youâre gonna be in front of all these people.
âOh, donât start that shit, youâre gonna be fine.â he dismisses, seeing right through you and shrugging you off him so you get itâs time to stop being clingy. âGo get âem, tiger.â He plucks his helmet up, and rounds his body to place it on his head while you reluctantly leave him.
When itâs time to start the race, you hold up two bandanasâdonated by some guys trying to buy you drinksâand Rafe scoffs to himself, patting himself on the back for being such a genius. âWho wouldnât be lookinâ at you?â he thinks, while he revs his bike. You even give the crowd a little shake, your girls strapped in your bikini top swinging teasingly right before you set them off with the bow of your bandanas and the low dip of your arch. Rafe couldâve sworn one guy glanced over his shoulder to check out your ass bent over because he lost control of his steering for a second after. The race was on, and you did your job exactly how your boyfriend wanted you to.
Some kook with too much time on his hands made his way through the crowd to invite himself into your atmosphere, watching you as you eagerly await Rafeâs return and your signal to drop the flags for the winner.
A voice too close to your ear alerts you, resulting in a minute jolt of your body when he speaks. âWhat are you doing after this?â
Brows furrow as you glance over your shoulder at him, âOh, uh, I dunno right now.â you reply, but youâre not showing interest. It would depend on Rafeâs victory. You refocus, keeping an eye on the horizon and the roaring metal of competitive bikes. Rejoining the crowdâs enthusiasm, you react with them when someone wipes out.
âMe and the boys were gonna head to a kegger in the boneyard. You should come.â he tells you. Again, too close for your liking. Heâs not particularly bad-looking, or grabby, but you donât like how heâs standing right next to you and stooping to speak in your ear.
You face him again to respond, but the race takes your attention away, shutting your mouth to whirl around just in time to see Rafe drive back into view, sand kicking up behind his wheel.
After a close call, he wins, and when itâs safe, the adoring crowd cheers as it floods the scene to congratulate the riders. Youâre one of them, beelining to Rafe without a second thought. Heâs discarded his helmet, tossing it haphazardly to the sand as he meets you.
âAh, thereâs my trophy.â he says, hands clamping onto your waist to lift you from the ground. You squeal with delight, bracing on his shoulders and kicking your feet up. Slowly he lowers you until you can wrap your arms around his neck. Heâs hot and sweaty, and smells like it too, inhaling his scent deeply as you embrace him and he spins you around. Youâve completely forgotten about that kook you left behind.
âDid so good, precious, did exactly what I told you to.â Rafe murmurs against your lips, whipping his bike jacket off behind him while you lead him by his jaw deeper into his place.
âMhm, had to give them a show. Like you said.â you exhale, nodding fervently as you press yourself to him, desperate for some friction.
âDidnât I say youâd be fine? Huh? Whatâd I say?â he goads, and stoops, signaling you to jump into his arms. He catches your legs, securing them around his waist before his hand cups your backside and his other pins you to him by the back of your neck.
âI did so good!â you reply, a little perkier than youâd meant to. It breaks him out into a grin against you, and he snickers through his nose. Bringing you to his bedroom, he settles your back onto the bed.
Lips locked, and bodies tangling together, he struggles to find a spare second to keep talking, âGonna give me my prize? You gonna put out for the winner?â His hips surge, and a familiar hard outline sweeps across the crotch of your denim.
You nod, poking your tongue out in concentration as you help him to undress fully, and you wiggle out of your booty shorts. The peek of your tongue doesnât go unnoticed, and Rafeâs lips overlays yours, sucking on the pink tip there toyingly. You relax into it, untensing them to melt into a real kiss as the tip of something else nudges against your sex. Already wet and aching from all the teasing today, you go limp at the promise of whatâs to come. Bulging mushroom head lazily thumbing in and out of your slit makes your head throw back and jerk. âRafeâŠâ you whine. Sodden lips mouth at your cheek and jaw, working their way down to make out with your neck as his hips shallowly rut.
Ringed fingers clutch your face, tucking your chin in the web of his index and thumb. It faces you to him, and you look up at him with doe eyes and pretty brows in an upturn. He wants to watch your reactions as he pushes in deeper and deeper, finally sheathing as you cry out. Itâs a stingy stretch, and he can see your want for it in the roll of your eyes and the flinch of your delicate expression. âYeah, baby, gimme that trophy. Thatâs right.â
#2k#kinktober 2024#[đ]#obx spoilers#ch: rafe#indy: drabbles#rafe cameron drabble#rafe drabble#rafe cameron smut#rafe smut#rafe cameron x reader#rafe x reader#rafe cameron x female reader#rafe x fem!reader#rafe cameron x you#rafe cameron x y/n#rafe cameron imagine#rafe cameron fic#rafe cameron fanfiction#reader insert#tw exhibitionism#tw objectification#tw impact play
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How different Loganâs would eat you out <3
X1, X2, and X3
âŠA mix between ravenous and romantic. He wants you to know just how much youâre loved, and he expresses that by how long he can eat your pussy without stopping. savoring each and every movement from you, he actually enjoys when you lose control and tighten your legs around his head, moaning something along the lines of youâll be the death of me as he laps at your cunt.
Your thighs quake around his head, hands in his hair as you look down at him. Heâs having the time of his life, licking at your pussy like itâs the last thing heâll do in this life, pulling you down and forcing you to sit right on his face.
âDonât need air, stay,â he mumbles, eyes looking up at you. âJust stay here for me sweetheart.â
You want to protest but goddamn does he make it hard for you, especially when his hands grip the fat of your ass and grind you onto his lips. Higher and higher, you feel your orgasm taking hold with each movement.
âLogan, gonna come,â you whine, and he pushes you as far down as you can go.
âCome on my face doll,â he groans, tonguing at your shaking entrance. âGet my face nice and wet, yeah?â
Origins Wolverine
âŠLovey dovey sickeningly sweet romantic sex; down for anything as long as youâre involved. Sit on his face? Gladly. Pull your legs over his shoulders? Just say when. The kind of lover whose heart skips a beat every time he sees you naked like it's the first time, despite the fact that you're married with a house. Speaks to your pussy as if itâs separate from you.
âHowâs my girl doing? Doing alright?â
Your answer is a moan, your pussy clenching around nothing. Logan smiles at your response, thumb stroking up to press against your sensitive clit.
âYeah, doing just fine ainât you?â He breathes, kissing the hardened nub before returning to suck on it, your legs shaking in response. âAnd my other girlâs nice and ready ainât she?â
âBaby,â you whine, desperate to cum. Heâs edged you for as long as possible and youâre almost certain if you wait any longer youâll actually die. Thankfully Logan grants you mercy, tightening his hold on your thighs as he focuses all his effort into making your pussy leak on his face.
âCome for me sweetheart,â he groans, and you do. Fingers digging into the sheets, you feel your orgasm take hold as Logan wrings every ounce of pleasure he can, kissing at your thighs when your overstimulated pussy canât take any more.
You barely catch your breath before he speaks to your cunt, admiring how your come trails down your thighs.
âThere she is,â he chuckles, index finger slowly collecting the remains of your juices, admiring how they glisten in the low light of your bedroom. âNice and satisfied, ainât she?â
DOFP Logan
âŠSecond biggest munch. Running from danger constantly doesnât make a lot of time for sex so whenever he finds the rare opportunity to do so best believe heâs jumping at it. Likes to joke that heâs started to go grey because he canât fuck you as often as he likes. Truly eats you out like he needs your pussy more than he needs air.
âNeed to be quiet baby,â he growls, pinning your thrashing hips against the wall. âYouâre going to get us caught.â
Itâs one of the rare days when youâve found a safe house, even rarer that itâs just you and Logan alone for once. One look at his face and you already knew what was running through that adamantium skull of his, dragging you away to the nearest closet where youâve been for god knows how longâthe concept of time always seems to leave you wherever Loganâs talented mouth is involved.
Youâre biting at your hand to muffle your moans but itâs still not enough, free hand tangled in his graying strands as an anchor. You can see his eyes roll back at the feeling, sloppily kissing up your pussy.
âGod I wanna hear you,â he moans. âIâd give anything to fuckinâ hear you baby, but youâve gotta behave for me. Donât want anyone else seeinâ this.â
The scene is something straight out of a pornoâyour legs hooked over his shoulders as he eats your cunt feverishly, the filthy sounds he makes with each movement, your hips desperately chasing his mouthâyou wish this could never end.
70s Logan
âŠBy far the most selfish, he eats you out for his pleasure alone. He doesnât give a damn if youâre crawling away, he will pull you back and lock his lips around your clit until youâre damn near thrashing in his arms, grinding against the mattress because that's just how hard he is. He wonât apologize for making you pass out, nor will he stay the night, but if he likes you enough you might find a card on your nightstand with his number hastily scribbled onto it.
When you decided to bring tall, dark, and grumpy home you didnât expect it to end with tears running down your face, practically begging for a reprieve that wonât come. His hands lock together, forcing you still as he eats you out, not giving a damn about how pathetic you sound.
âQuit fuckinâ squirming,â he grunts, nosing at your pussy. âLemme enjoy this.â
The man is talented, thatâs a fact. Knows just how to push your buttons in all the right ways, but the problem is that heâs pushed your buttons nearly three times already and youâre almost certain his beard is going to give you the worst rash youâve ever had.
But damn it if he isnât responsible for some of the best orgasms youâve ever had.
âLogan, fuckâlemme take a break,â youâre begging at this point, slapping at his shoulders when he doesnât let up. Your breath catches in your chest when he smacks your thigh roughly in response, smiling against your pussy when he feels you clench in response.
âDonât tell me youâre not enjoying yourself,â he mocks, showing just how true his words ring when his fingers rub circles against your clit.
You swear you can feel any coherent thoughts leak out of your ears, focused solely on coming. Itâs embarrassing how well he plays your body like a fine tuned instrument, but you canât bring yourself to care when youâre squirting a mess onto your mattress.
âThere we go, ainât that a sight?â He laughs, pulling you closer towards his face. âNow, be a good little slut and behave while I enjoy my meal, okay?â
Old Man Logan
âŠ#1 munch and itâs not even close. When his job leaves him tired and his body is sore he finds comfort between your legs, itâs the only time he can turn his brain off and drown himself in you. Heâs so fucking starved that heâll genuinely get lost in his own headspace and ignore your thrashing and whining just to wring another orgasm from your tired body. Kisses your labia and mutters how she's such a pretty pussy as you're trying to catch your breath.
Logan didn't even bother to shed his clothes, making a beeline directly to you the moment he stepped inside your shared home. Dirt still settled on his skin, his head nestled into the crook of your neck as your bodies sway within the closed off kitchen. "Missed me, huh?" you ask, his sigh answer plenty. "Always miss you princess," he whispers, pulling you closer. He lifts you up with warning, sitting you down on the countertop, kneeling between your dangling legs. His beard tickles your bare skin, pulling you close enough to place a kiss onto your pussy, right over the fabric of your panties. "Fuck," you sigh. "You really missed me." His smile is infectious, nuzzling against your fabric-covered core. He kisses you through it for a while before peeling off the moistened garment, thumbs reaching to stroke your pussy. The sight makes your skin hot, hands tangled in his hair. "Been waiting all fuckin' day for this," he moans, spreading you apart and indulging in your juices. "Can tell you were waiting for me too." You feel your body melt with every touch, Logan's hands an anchor as he makes out with your heat, nose bumping against your clit with each movement.
Worst Logan
âŠStill trying to wrap his head around you wanting to be with him, but goddamn if he isnât grateful. Reverent, like a sinner at an alter. Your word is law, likes it when you pull him by the hair and show him where you need it, loves it when you tell him how good heâs doing, presses himself further into your pussy when youâre ready to come. It's all about you and he wouldn't have it any other way.
You lovingly stroke his hair, back arching when he kisses your clit oh so gently.
âLemme take a look at you,â you ask, and the sight of him is enough to make you come.
Face red, blushing so hard it reaches his chest, eyes so glazed over with lust his pupils leave nothing but small rings of green in his eyes. You cradle his face and the weight of his head falls into them immediately, chasing your touch.
âGonna make me feel good, arenât you?â You ask, and he nods his head, kissing your palm.
âLemme taste you baby,â he whispers. âSwear to god Iâll make you feel good.â
âNever doubted you for a second Logan,â you whisper back, tugging his head back to your soaked cunt. He breathes in your scent, fucking groans at the sight of your pussy before he descends on it, noisily showing you just how much he meant his words.
âFuckinâ delicious baby, so fuckinâ wet,â he moans. âCanât get enough of you.â
He only gets louder when you pull him forward by the hair, rough hands leaving a mark where his fingers grip your skin.
#robo writes#logan howlett#james logan howlett#logan howlett x reader#logan howlett smut#wolverine#wolverine x reader#wolverine smut#me personally I need origins and DOFP like a fish needs water#also didnt add the wolverine logan because it happens during x1/x2/x3 but all ima say is that man fucks you like hes got something to prove
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im absolutely in love with dealer!theo and your writing style!!! could you pretty please write more for him? đ„čđ„č
âthere she isâŠâ theo drawls in a low, husky voice, his imposing and intimidating face instantly lighting up at the sight of you. he takes one last quick drag from his cigarette before tossing it to the ground, casually putting it out with the heel of his shoe.
âmy favourite customer. missed me already, sweetheart?â you feel your cheeks heat up at his flirty remark, a wide, flustered smile uncontrollably tugging at your glossy lips.
âmhm, always. canât you tell, baby?â he chuckles in response, shaking his head slightly in surprised amusement as he momentarily glances at the ground, clearly taken aback. when his eyes move back up, you notice him quickly checking you out, eyes scanning your body and lingering on your tits for a moment before they finally land on your charming, captivating eyes that drive him wild each time.
âwhat can i do for you, maâam?â he questions, his tall frame slowly inching closer to you as he unconsciously bites his busted lip, your eyes narrowing when you notice the healing but still visible wound.
âwhat happened?!â you blurt out, both curiosity and worry evident on your pretty face, filling him with a sudden, indescribable warmth.
ânothinâ you gotta worry your pretty head over.â he begins, trying to dismiss it, but you continue to stare at him with furrowed brows, clearly not accepting it as an answer. âjust, uh, heard some guys on the street call you names behind your back when we met last time. canât let anyone disrespect my customers like that, yâknow? especially not my favourite one.â
you unconsciously tilt your head to the side, eyes narrowed as you study his expression, trying to determine whether heâs speaking the truth or if itâs another one of his flirty gesturesâ but as far as you can tell with your fair amount of human knowledge, he seems to be speaking the truth.
âwell⊠i donât need a man to take care of me.â you begin, teasingly smiling as you gaze up at him through your eyelashes, your thumb then carefully brushing over the painful-looking wound. âbut uh, thank you. thatâs very sweet, i appreciate it.â you say softly, before your voice turns more stern. âdonât get into fights because of me again thoughâ i mean, who do i go to when youâre on âsick leaveâ?â
he lets out a deep laugh, eyes still glued to yours. âyes, maâam⊠no more fights.â he responds, his hand giving a playful but lazy salute as he smiles warmly at you. his expression then gradually softens as his eyes shift to your lips, and itâs quiet for a moment, the pent-up tension only building, and for a split second, it feels like your lips are uncontrollably gravitating towards his like a magnetâ but then he breaks the silence.
âso, uhm⊠what is it gonna be this time?â
âoh, uh, just the usual. youâ you still got some?â
âfor you? âcourse i do.â he reaches into the pockets of his jacket and takes out a tiny bag filled with fine, white powder that glistens in the light, playfully dangling it in front of you while you reach for your own pockets to grab some cash.
âhow much do i owe you?â you ask, but instead of giving you a clear answer, he leans towards you and swiftly moves his arm around your body, slipping the small, clear bag into the back pocket of your jeans.
ânothinâ. this oneâs on me, pretty girl.â he whispers as he cheekily winks at you, his deep voice and warm hand on your ass making your heart race, before he slowly slips his hand out again. âbut donât think this is gonna happen each time, aâight? next time youâre gonna have to just payâ with a kiss, at least.â
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hii i just wanted to say that your writing is SO GOOD!! i saw that your requests are open so iâd love to see a hiromi (jjk) x reader fanfic because i havenât seen nearly enough smut fanfics of him đđ would lowkey love to see soft!dom hiromi or switch!hiromi but itâs your choice đđ»đđ» thanks for reading this, obviously if youâre not comfy with it then feel free to ignore this req!
â€ïž à»đ hiromi talking you through your first orgasm
warnings. fem! reader, soft dom! hiromi, cowgirl, praise, overstim, mdni.
an. thank YOUUUU SM !! <3
âhey, sweetheart donât be shy,â he murmurs against your neck. you intake a sharp breath with your arms thrown around him. he stares at you with a soft smile, brushing a thumb against your cheek before planting a wet kiss against your mouth. âyouâre close, arenât you?â
âyeahâŠâ you whined, burying your face into the crook of his name. higuruma lowly chuckles against your ear, heâs stuffed deep inside you, and youâre barely moving your hipsâyou shook, feeling the bundle of nerves all throughout your body commence into a sudden electrifying surge.
albeit, he was very much patient with you.
you melted into his embrace, gradually rocking your hips, and he softly drags your waist further against him. a raspy grunt leaving his mouth before he purrs. âmhmâŠeasy, there we go, good girl. donât rush. just like that. lean into me, baby. i got you.â
his words warmed its way into your heart and you let off a moan from the utter thickness of his dick stretching out your walls.
despite his girth easily outlining its way inside of your pussy, it felt good. he finds it cute the way you tremble against his touch, your legs trembling above him. âhâhiromi,â you panted, your voice being a bit more whiney â the coldness of his watch material dances against your skin, and it makes you shudder in desperate rapture. âi feel it, âs gonna.. âm gonna cum.â
âyou are,â he whispers, kissing the inner part of your neck. âso be a good girl and give it to me, okay? nice ân slow, focus on your breathing for me baby.â
your hips bucked and bucked against higuruma in free will. eyes rolling, nearly drooling. you donât think youâve ever experienced a feeling like this. intimate, sure but youâve always found it hard to please yourself. let alone find it embarrassing to even think of touching yourself.
alas, the moment you asked your lover, higuruma.. he was more than happy to comply. he wanted you to feel good, and that you were.
your mouth tasted a bit salty, and your nails dug into the thick fabric of his lazily half-on tux. higuruma smelt enchanting.
his cologne was just something you could never get enough of. the way he softly ghosts his fingertips against your bare ass.
so soft, it tickled for a brief moment before he brings his fingers towards your waist, outlining your curves â in his eyes, you were nothing more than a perfect girl to him.
âsuch a pretty body,â he utters, a groan nearly slipping past his lips. your head remained hidden into the side of his neck, gingerly nipping against his skin and he chuckles. ââand an even more playful girl.â
âhiromi, it feelsâ feelsâŠâ
you whimper, languidly leaning into his touch. each time your words got cut off by the sensations of your own cunt, your mind went fuzzy.
you could barely comprehend anything. buried into the hilt, heâs sinking into you with such gentle yet full throttle. âi know, baby. i feel it too. youâre getting me allâŠsensitive myself.â
his words made you throb, the way heâd pitch his voice and give you a teasing grin â you studied his facial expressions.
his pretty hooked nose that youâd kiss all over, the small dimples stretching near the corners of his lips unintentionally whenever he spoke a sentence. it always went on, higuruma treated you like a doll.
âjust let go for me, princess. donât gotta be shy to get a little filthy around me.â he whispers, kissing near the outer lobe of your ear.
you left off a soft moan against his ear, and the hairs beneath his neck stood up just from your voice. you felt your thigh start to shake just a bit as you steadily rutted your hips against him again and again and again. âoh, whatâ? you tryin' to give me a kiss, baby?â
he chuckles, watching you tilt your face forward, just missing his lips due to your eyes closed and he smiles. âcome here, princess.â
you moaned into his mouth, swathing your arms around him and his lips curve into a warm smile. you tasted sweetâŠ
indescribable yet entirely sugary. higurumaâs tongue grazes against your own before you started to jolt and shake, feeling it. he runs a hand down your back to soothe you before youâre cumming, whining.
higuruma shushes you, parting your legs for a brief moment before uttering once he moves his lips away.
âi know, i know. relax,â and he presses you against his chest to kiss your forehead. âgood girl. such a good pretty girl,â and he softly strokes the back of your head â dick still twitching inside of you. youâre murmuring inaudible nothings of straight babbles and he smiles to himself. âthat was just one orgasm, i wonder howâd you be if i pull another one out of you, princess.â
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âââââ â oh to sit on dean winchester's faceâ á„«áĄ
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ⶠface sitting, oral (f!recieving), softdom!dean, afab!reader, uhh implied oral(m!recieving) ending.
when dean saw how petulant you were getting, all pissy with him, he knew exactly what was going on. maybe you were feeling pent up, clearly, since every little thing was setting you off and he hated to see you so wound up. you'd been getting on his ass the entire hunt, even being snappy with witnessesâthat wasn't like you at all. he'd tried to figure out what was up with you, a million times. it wasn't getting him fucking anywhere.
"you gonna tell me what's up now?" you'd simply frown and look away, and he knows he won't get it out of you in the usual ways of being gentle and comforting. "fine, be like that then," he'd grumble in return, looking back at the steering wheel as he drove around the backwater town you two had found yourself in.
it's getting on his nerves as much as something's definitely getting on yours. dean'll figure it out eventually. he's softer with you in moments like this, not teasing you as much as he usually does so he doesn't piss you off as much. it's like setting off a live wire and he sure as hell ain't in the business to be doing all that. there's a hunt at hand, but he's realising you need sorting out before anything in that regard can get done.
when the two of you get back to a motel you'd grabbed, the hunt still proving fruitless. sam was fuck knows where, having said he wanted to work on some leads with cas, leaving you and dean together. he didn't mind, neither did you, since you two love eachother so damn much, but when you're so temperamental like this? always biting at him? a little hard to enjoy the alone time when he's walking on damn eggshells around you.
but he knew what you needed. needed your pussy ate, that's what. neeeded to get off, somehow, huh? you always got so sharp with him when you were pent up, all horny and frustrated. it was kind of becoming a game of his, see how long he could leave you pent up only to bring you to the edge over and over again till you calmed down.
"gotta come up with other ways to let out your frustration, baby, 'cause bein' horny ain't no excuse to start snappin' at me," he mutters, locking the motel door behind the two of you. you grumble at that, "not horny, just.." knowing full well you're lying through your teeth. how can you not be? like, he looks too damn good when he's impersonating law enforcement, that tight white shirt which he on occasion rolls up to his elbowsâfuck, it's like he wants you to be pent up.
"starin' at me like you're gonna eat me whole, sweetheart. can't lie to me," you really can't, dean practically knows you better than you know yourself. his green eyes meet yours and he scoffs.
"that's not fair," you're shrugging off your blazer, hooking it over the coat hook by the door of the motel room. you do notice how dean rakes his eyes over you, seemingly happy with what he's seeing. you know he is, he's told you and shown you countless times in motels rooms quite similar to this one, actually.
dean tugs his tie from around his neck, draping it over the edge of the motel bed before he wanders over to the bed. he kicks off his shoes, leaving them on the floor before laying himself down on his back. he looked up at you with an expectant upwards cock of his brows. "right, you. c'mere," he gestures to his face, hands open for you to come sit yourself down on him and go to town. he barely suppresses a laugh at your expression, but he means it.
"you're notâ" you're sceptical. you'd been pissing him off all day with your attitude and instead of being angry at you he's offering his face for you to sit on? you stand there for a moment, gnawing your bottom lip. "really?" your voice is uncharacteristically quiet, and dean softens a little bit at that.
"yeah, really," he slides his hands over the first few buttons of his shirt, in case he gets too warm with you sat over top him, before he gestured you over again. "don't make me drag you over here, y'know i'll do it." he most definitely will. you groan at that, knowing what lies ahead of you. "and you know you wanna."
you really do, that's the issue. he's right. you stare at him, and sigh under your breath. as much as you wanted to resist, be petty, you physically couldn't. "yeah, okay, hold on," you mutter, corners of your lips tugging upwards at the corners. dean practically cheers, he literally lives to please you, to make you feel good.
"just a second," you hum, sliding your hands into the sides of your slacks and easing them down. dean's eyes immediately drop down to your thighs, his tongue darting out to run over his bottom lip before he gazes back up at your face. he nods for you to continue, and you do, stepping out of your trousers and kicking them away from you.
"lookin' real pretty, sweetheart," dean murmurs, smiling softly at the sight of you. he shifts his weight upwards, so he can look at you properly. holding his hands out for you once more, he hums low under his breath. that coaxes you to make your way over to him, albeit the tiniest bit reluctantly still. you're still all tense. he hates seeing you so high strung. making your way over to the bed, your knees dig into the soft mattress, dipping it a little. dean quickly places his hands on your hips, sliding up under the blouse you're wearing.
his eyes rake up and down you, "gorgeous," he mumbles under his breath, squeezing at your flesh in gentle motions. as much as he'd like to worship your whole body right now, he's focused on worshiping a specific part of you right now. "you're okay with this?" he asks, placing a gentle kiss to your navel, eyes lifting back up to yours. "yeah," you murmur, "of course i am." he just needed to make sure.
"yeah? alright, up you get," dean lifts you to the side a little bit, slowly shuffling back down on the bed and laying against the mattress. his head rests against the pillow, eyes fluttering up and down you for a minute. "okay," you're tentative for a moment, reaching for your panties. though dean reaches over and eases them down your thighs for you. he swallows hard at the clear arousal dampening the thin fabric of your underwear, his breath hitching in his throat.
"starin'," you tell him gently, a soft smile playing on your lips at the sight of him. dean's eyes dart back up to yours and she scoffs, gently slapping your thigh a little bit before he grasps at your hips again. "can't wait any longer, up," he murmurs, and you bite your lip for a minute before you grasp at the headboard of the bed. dean's practically salivating, his tongue poking at the inside of his mouth for a minute before he practically tugs you down onto him.
"hold tight for me," dean mumbled, shifting his weight against the bed. just the sight of your bare pussy hovering mere inches above his face has him reeling. without hesitation, he grasps at your hips properly and tugs you down onto him. burying his face between your thighs, he lets his tongue delve into your warm, slick foldsâlapping at your clit with a hungry fervour. "fuck, baby.."
you gasp shakily, your breaths picking up almost immediately at the feel of his tongue plunging against your warmth. "oh, shit," you grasp tighter at the bedframe, head tipping back a little bit. your thighs squeeze around his head, and he groans into you at the feeling. he uses the flat of his tongue to spread your wetness around, before his tongue darts back and forth over your clit, suckling at it insistently.
"that's it," dean moans into you, eyes fluttering shut juat at the feeling of your hips rocking up against him. he licks a thick line down your pussy, hiking you up him a little bit. his nose bumping against your clit as he slowly traces his tongue over your entrance. he flutters his tongue against your wet slit, fingers digging into the meat of your thigh a little tighter.
he groans into your cunt, the vibration sending a shiver down your spin and causing your hips to twitch againsr his face again. dean tightens his grip on your hips to try encourage you to grind down against his tongue even more, coaxing louder sounds from you. "holy fucking shit," dean lets out a low laugh against you, smacking your thigh for a moment at that. it only urges you to grind down further.
dean's nothing if not focused when it comes to making you feel good, and as he suckles at your clit, flicking his tongue against it and sucking on it, he's dedicated to the job. "so wet for me, yeah, that's it, ride my face, go on," his words are muffled by his position between your thighs but you can hear them clear enough. he might be throbbing beneath the fabric of his boxers, blood rushing to his dick with every cant of your hips, but he has to make sure you're satisifed first. "that's it, baby."
he runs his hand up between your thighs, lifting his thumb to your clit and rubbing tight circles over the bundle of nerves, feeling the way your thighs squeeze around his head and tremble against him. "dean, deaâ" dean squeezes at your thighs to shush you, murmuring against you, "i know, baby, gonna come all over my face." he squeezes at your hips a little tighter, rutting you down against him so he can circle his tongue around your entrance once more. a few more tight circles made by his thumb and your movements stutter, thighs shaking even more as your orgasm hits you.
dean's groaning the whole way, happily lapping up all of your juices with no complaints. the fact he's making you feel good is more than enough for him, more than enough. "shit," he mumbles, laying back for a moment just to take in what just just happened. before he gets a chance to help you off of him, you're easing yourself off him. "that wasâhey, where are you goin'â" his eyes widen as you're practically crawling down his body, settling yourself between his thighs.
"can i?" repay the favour, of course. he'd made you feel so good, after all.
dean's in a little daze, his breathing heavy. he lifts his hand to wipe his face of your release, blinking for a minute. sliding up the headboard, his hand moves to the back of your head easily and he mutters, "like you even gotta ask, baby." his free hand unbuttons his trousers with ease, "all yours."
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When you donât say I love you back.
Multiple characters headcannon
Authors note: this is not spelling checked, grammar checked, punctuation checked so donât come at me. Iâm lazy.
Warnings: NSFW Content (kinda)
âShit..babe!â He boomed to you across from the empty kitchen cabinet, before closing it to quickly put on some slides.
âIâve gotta head out to the shop down the road for a quick minute, weâre outta snacks to eat with the movie.â
âOh okay, see you later then, and donât worry I wonât start the film without you..â
âYou better not. Anyways bye, I love you.â
âYeah.â
The type to walk back in and question it
He didnât notice that you didnât reply to him until he had closed the door behind him. Thatâs when it came to him.
Immediately after the door shut, he ripped it wide open again a confused and offended look on his face, as he stared down at you on the couch. âBabe.â
You turned to face him, an innocent expression painting your features. âYeah? You forget something?â
âI think youâre the one forgetting something..â You glance around faking a puzzled look before returning your gaze to him,
âNo...I donât think I did. What are you talking about?â He was now crossing his arms at you, a disappointed look on his face.
âY/N.â Yikes, heâs going first name bases with you; he was not playing around. It was a little funny to watch him react like this though, because you could see the small pout on his face despite the scowl he was presenting to you.
âYes handsome?â You say mockingly wanting to see how far you could take this.
âWhy didnât you say it back?â
âSay what back?â
âyâknow what Iâm talking about.â
âDo I?â
ââŠâ
You better kiss him now that youâve made him sad.
Characters: MIDORIMA, kagami, giyuu, jean, kageyama, TSUKISHIMA, osamu, Ushijima, NANAMI, geto, LUCIFER, diavolo, todoroki, Iida. (Anyone you like)
The type to not process it until AFTER theyâve bought the snacks
It was while he was tapping his card to the register that he himself also registered-
âWait a damn minute.â
Heâs rushing his ass back home, the distant yell that he dropped his snacks, left unheard from the poor cashier.
When he arrives home though..
âSo..â he starts, falling back onto the couch with you. âYou know you're the most gorgeous girl Iâve ever met right?â He tries buttering you up a bit in hopes itâll get you in a âgood moodâ.
âYouâre just so SO beautiful, that every time I look at you there are only hearts in my eyes..yâknow that right? Right baby?..â you only nod your head trying to stop the smile forming on your face.
âI just.. love you so much yâknow?â
âThank you.â
âBaby, I love you.â
âYeah, I heard.â
âI. Love. You.â
âWhy do you keep repeating that?â
âYouâre gonna make me cry.â
You say it back to him once he starts tickling the hell outta you.
Characters: dimple, REIGEN, KISE, rengoku, connie, armin, NISHINOYA, HINATA, OIKAWA, choso, gojo, MAMMON, DENKI. (Anyone you like)
The type to give you a dirty look and repeat it again LOUDER.
â..bitch.â
âAre you not gonna say it back?â Is what he would say to you, but instead he only resorted to giving you a not soâŠpretty look.
You knew damn well what you were doing. Heâs no fool to you and your pranks, but that still didnât explain the reason why he continued trying to make you say it back.
âLetâs try this again.â
ââŠâ You give him a neutral look, a small smile dying to crack onto your lips.
âBye, I LOVE you.â He tried emphasising the love part making sure you would get the hint of what he was waiting on.
âMhm..yeah, now go buy the snacks Iâm hungry.â Are you trying to get yourself killed? This is not the type of guy you should be fooling around with this kinda stuff.
âIâm not going anymoreâ he walks away from the door before striding over to you.
âWhat? Why? H-hey! What are you doin-â he grips onto your waist before hosting you onto his shoulder.
âGotta find out why my girls being so stubborn, so what better way than..â
Thatâs how you ended up here, hands tied behind your back, and a blindfold on, all your senses focused on only him and the distant sound of the TV.
Every time he would say he loved you, If you didnât reply back to him fast enough the restraints would stay on for an extra minute while he went ahead and watched the movie without you.
âI love you.â Jesus, you could practically feel the devious smirk he had on his face.
âI. Love. You. Too.â You reply with a small hiss through clenched teeth. He only chuckled at your tone giving you a slight pat on your head. âBet you wonât try this again huh?â
Heâs sleeping on the couch.
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The type to immediately start apologising for no reason
âIâm sorry baby, Iâll never do it again.â
He doesnât even open the door before heâs on his knees looking up at you for some hint that you werenât angry at him. âPlease say something..â
The reason you obviously couldnât say anything at that moment was because you just didnât expect him to go down on his knees and beg for forgiveness for who knows what-
âLook I know this must be about eating the takeout and only leaving the empty bowl behind to make it look as though I didnât- and this obviously must also be about me stealing your shirt and accidentally using it as a washcloth- or maybe itâs the underwe-â
âOKAY!â You yell putting both your hands in front of his face rendering him confused, âI-I get it! Okay..â
he only cocks his head to the side moments before his face drops when you tell him it was a prank.
âOh..it is?..â
âYeahâŠâ
âSo you still love me?â
âVery much.â
âŠ
â..wait- what did you do with my underwear?â
Heâs gone silent.
Heâs getting up.
Heâs walking away.
Heâs running now.
âWha- Hey! Come back here!â
âGotta buy the snacks now, bye!â
This man is NOT as innocent as he looks.
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includes: f! reader, aged up! yuuta, noncon/dubcon, rough sex, mean yuuta, dacryphilia
yuuta is kind of tired of being so sweet. heâs always been so nervous and almost too caring during your intimate nights, but he just craves more. especially when he knows how you get when heâs even a little rough.
so, of course, heâs just gonna test the waters. but, poor boy loses control and now he's in the deep end.
heâs got you folded up in the meanest mating press, his hipbones digging into your ass, but, more importantly, his cock bullying your poor cunt. he might've been a little rashâwhat kinda guy interrupts a relatively slow makout by practically ripping her clothes off? though, he is so obsessed with you like this that he just doesn't care.
you're sobbing. it's not a few tears of pleasure, it's fat blobs streaming down your cheeks, moans replaced with cries. it hurts. heâs slamming into your cervix relentlessly. he thinks you look absolutely beautifulâhowâs he supposed to stop?
it's not his fault your salty tears make your pretty puffy cheeks glimmer in the dimness of his bedroom, that they compliment your skin so nicely. and it's certainly not his fault that, the harder you cry, the harder your pussy squeezes his aching dick.
âyou're so pretty,â he mumbles.
âit feels so good, right?â he asks with a shaky smile, âso, so good, sweetie.â heâs talking to you like heâs not absolutely wrecking ur insides with an insane stamina.
you shake your head, sniffling. youâd be pushing him off you (or at least trying to get him to slow the fuck down) if he didn't have one hand digging around both your wrists.
âno?â he tilts his head in a faux innocenceânow heâs just being a bitch, âyour body says otherwise.â
he lets your legs fall on either side of his hips when he moves the hand he was holding them against you with the rub circles on your swollen clit. a moan, for the first time since he forced himself onto you tonight, slips from your mouth and cuts off a choked sob.
âfeels awful, huh?â he almost laughs.
youâd never seen your yuuta like this. a sweet, respectful boy. maybe occasionally perverse, though it always seemed to be rooted in love and attraction to you, but this? heâs barely recognizable. heâs dirty and mean.
your clothes were all discarded sans your underwear. the cotton was rubbing against him uncomfortably. naturally heâs gotta get rid of it.
rrrrrriiiiiiiiiipppppppp! he breaks the dampened fabric with no effort at all.
âbe quiet, hm?â he says it so sweetly, like yuuta. he shoves the panties into your open mouth with a grin that has to be evil. your cries and half-moans are muffled now, face scrunched up in discomfort at having to taste yourself.
âgood,â he praises.
âyuuta, h-hurts,â you barely make out through the ball of fabric in your mouth.
his hips still for a moment, an expression of genuine pondering crossing his features. he knits his brows together and pinches his chin in thought. he lets his eyes wander over your form. face wet and flushed, body covered in his teeth marks and goosebumps, legs shaking like a leafâhe has his answer.
he starts up his movements again, pounding into you somehow harder. you cry out loudly, the broken sound barely even muffled. he smiles so sweetly, that smile thst you love.
âi don't care, pretty girl.â
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âYou gonna quit starinâ? Or is it your plan to ogle at me all night.â Simon said, quirking a brow as he looked up at you from his laptop.
âCanât I not look at my insanely attractive boyfriend?â You quipped, tucking your bottom lip between your teeth. âDidnât think it was a crime.â
âNo, but it is a crime to distract me from my work.â Simon gave you a knowing look before looking back down to his work. âGive me just a bit, love. We can cuddle and watch a movie.â
You pushed out your bottom lip, effectively giving Simon the best puppy dog expression you possibly could. âIâll simply die if I donât get affection this very second.â
Simon glanced up once more, a coy smile lining his lips. âThat so? Death by lack of affection?â
âItâs a relatively new affliction.â You murmured, moving closer to Simon. âBut very deadly.â
âWell, we canât have you dying on my watch, can we?â Simon asked, setting his laptop aside.
âNope.â You gave your boyfriend a cheeky grin.
Simon chuckled, before patting his lap. âThen get that cute little ass over here.â
You quickly darted over to him, practically launching yourself into his lap before placing kisses across his face. âMy savior.â
âAnything for you.â Simon smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips. âGotta make sure I take care of my girls affliction, donât I?â
You let out an elated giggle as Simon began to pepper kisses along your exposed neck, his hands beginning to wander along the length of your body.
It didnât take long for Simonâs work to be long forgotten- the only thing mattering to Simon that night was the love of his life, happy in his arms.
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âââââââtutor!woozi + spanking
â where woozi gets tired mad tired from your disinterest while he tutors you.
WARNINGS: +18, smut, ass-spanking, fingering, crying, teasing, squirt, nippple pinching, rough sex, mentions of body fluids (cum/squirt), overstimulation, jihoon is mean.
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part 1 / part 2 (coming soon)
âyouâre late.â jihoonâs voice is sharp, arms crossed like heâs been rehearsing this whole 'mad professor' act for hours. the second he swings the door open, his expression makes it clear heâs been dying to chew you out. you blink at him, leaning against the doorframe like you couldnât care less.
ârelax, lee,â you grin, walking past him, purposely brushing your shoulder against his arm. âiâm here, arenât i?â
he rolls his eyes, shutting the door with a click, and you can almost hear him clenching his teeth. he throws himself onto the couch like heâs doing you a favor just by being there. you follow, plopping down next to him way too close for his comfort.
âyou waste my fucking time, yâknow that?â his voice has that edge of annoyance, the one that kinda makes you wanna push him even more, just to see if heâll snap. âi could be doing literally anything else right now. anything.â heâs got this glare thatâs sharp enough to cut glass, but all you can do is bite your lip and shrug like it doesnât faze you.
âaw, come on, jihoon, donât be so dramatic. you love this,â you tease, crossing your legs and tapping the spot next to you nudging him to get closer, but he just ignores. âbesides, itâs not like i asked for that much of your time. just a few hours.â
he looks at you for a second, probably debating whether or not to throw you out, before he finally sighs and takes a seat. âyouâre always distracted,â he mutters, grabbing the history textbook from the coffee table and flipping it open, not even bothering to look at you as he starts going over the material. âweâve been over this chapter three times, and you still canât tell me the difference between the renaissance and the enlightenment. do i look like a clown to you?â
you smirk, leaning back on the couch. âactually, you look likeââ you pause, dragging your eyes up and down his figure slowlywatching he stiff when you don't finish the phrase. ââsomeone who could be a lot more fun if youâd loosen up a little.â you swear you see his eye twitch at that.
âiâm serious,â he snaps, and there it isâthat flicker of irritation that youâve been pushing for. he looks at you, eyes flickering down to the short skirt that rides up your thighs as you shift in your seat. âyou canât focus for shit, and iâm not here to waste my time. either you take this seriously, or you leave.â
âoh, iâm taking it very seriously,â you say, biting your lip again as you lean in, your arm brushing his. you always do thisâthose 'casual' touches . âitâs just hard to focus when you keep talking so much. i mean, what was it again? âthe rise of intellectual movements in europeâ? yeah, sounds really sexy coming from you.â
he bites the inside of his cheek, clearly trying to keep it together, but you can tell heâs close to breaking, plunging his hairs out of his head or something.
âyou think youâre cute, huh?â he says, voice low and strained. âif you knew all this shit, whyâd you even ask me to tutor you?â
you grin, crossing your legs a little tighter as you tilt your head. âoh, i knew it already. i just wanted an excuse to get close to you. i mean, come on, jihoon. you really think iâm that dumb?â you laugh, watching as his jaw clenches, his eyes narrowing at you.
âyouâve gotta be kidding me.â he tosses the textbook onto the table, crossing his arms again as he leans back. âso this was all just a game to you?â
ânot a game,â you say, shrugging. âmore likeâŠan experiment. i saw you present your project last week, and, honestly? you looked sexy as fuck up there. figured iâd see if youâre just as hot when youâre trying to teach.â
jihoon takes a deep breath, his eyes locking with yours, and for a second, you think he might actually kick you out.
you lean closer, pressing your arms together so your cleavageâs practically spilling out, and for a second, you see jihoonâs resolve crack. he doesnât say it, but you can see it in his eyesâthe fuck it thatâs so loud in his mind, youâre pretty sure even the aliens up there heard it. without another word, his hand is at the nape of your neck, fingers curling as he pulls you down, flipping you so fast your chest hits the couch. your hips land right on his lap, and you gasp in surprise, not expecting him to actually snap like this. but the look you give him over your shoulderâgod, the devilish smile that curls up your lipsâhe knows youâre getting exactly what you wanted.
âyou think this is funny?â he growls, his hand coming down hard on your ass, the sound echoing through the room as you let out a choked moan. your body jolts from the impact, but you donât even have a second to recover before his palm meets your skin again, harder this time. âhuh? think you can play your little games and just walk away?â
he slaps you again, harder, and the sting radiates through your body, your muscles tensing as you arch back into him. âjihoonââ
âdonât âjihoonâ me now.â another slap. your skirt rides higher with each hit, and you can feel yourself starting to drip between your legs, coating you, but itâs like he knows exactly what heâs doing. âyouâre not as smart as you think you are.â
you open your mouth to protest, but then his hand lands harder than before, the force sending your skirt flying up, and he freezes. for a second, you think maybe youâve wonâuntil you realize heâs staring at your bare ass, his breath caught in his throat. âyouâre not even wearing panties?â he scoffs, his hand gripping your hip, and itâs almost painful how hard heâs holding you. âseriously? this is what you came here for?â
you bite your lip, looking back at him over your shoulder again, and his eyes are burning into you. before you can respond, his handâs back on you, spreading your legs apart so wide you can feel the cool air hitting your pussy. âyouâre unbelievable.â he scoffs.
then, without warning, his hand smacks against your pussy, and the shock makes you yelp, your hands gripping the cushions tight. the wetness on his palm is undeniable, and you swear you see the corner of his mouth twitch up in a smirk. âlook at you. already soaked, and iâve barely touched you.â
you whimper, trying to move, but he keeps your legs spread, his hand coming down again. âyou like this, donât you? acting all tough, like youâre in control, but all it takes is a few slaps, and youâre dripping for me.â
his words are low, almost a growl, as he brings his hand down again, harder this time. your body jerks forward, your fingers digging into the couch, but the stingâtoo good to ignore. each slap has you biting back a moan, your thighs trembling, but the wetness only gets worse, slicking his hand as he keeps going.
âsee?â another hit. you gasp, your chest pressing into the couch as you arch your back more, needing the friction, the release. âso fucking wet. what would people think if they saw you like this? spread out like thisâbegging for a fucking slap? really?â
his hand comes down once more, but this time, he lingers, fingers brushing against your swollen folds, slick with cum.
jihoon keeps going, each slap making a wet smack as your juices connects with his fingers and palm. every time he brings his hand down on your pussy, another thin line of your slick sticks to him, pulling back with a sound that has your cheeks burning. heâs relentlessâalternating between slapping your ass and spreading your swollen lips just to smack your clit directly. itâs brutal, the way heâs working you, and all the while, he doesnât stop talking.
âlook at this mess,â he mutters, his hand squeezing the curve of your ass before landing another sharp slap. your skinâs so red, stinging from the constant impact, but that only makes the wetness between your legs worse, dripping onto his thigh. âyou thought you could just tease me and get away with it, huh? acting all cute, playing dumbâbut youâre the one who canât even control yourself now.â
your body jerks with every hit, the sharp sting spreading through your thighs, making you cry out. you can feel how soaked you are, your wetness practically running down the inside of your thighs, and itâs so embarrassing, but the way heâs looking at you, all smug.
"fuck," you whimper, feeling the heat pooling in your stomach. you need himâgod, you need him so so so so fucking bad, his cock, anything to fill the aching void between your legs. but instead, all you get is another slap, harder this time, making your whole body jolt forward.
âneedy little thing,â he growls, spreading your cheeks apart with both hands just to watch as the slick drips from your hole, down to your clit, and onto his thigh. the sight makes him groan low in his throat in approval, and you try to protest, humiliated by how wet you are, but he just laughs. âembarrassed now? after all that shit youâve been talking?â
his thumb finds your clit, circling it slowly, teasingly, and you squeak in surprise, your hips bucking against his hand. he looks up at you with this exaggeratedly thoughtful expression, like heâs debating something serious. âhmm⊠so, should i finger you now, or keep spanking this little pussy? decisions, decisionsâŠâ
your breath catches in your throat as he dips a finger into your folds, running it along your slick entrance before slipping it inside, and you canât help the way your walls clench around him. âfuck, jihoonâplease,â you gasp, and he scoffs, adding another finger, curling them just right.
âplease, what?â he taunts, his fingers working you expertly, slow but deep, making sure you feel every inch. âyouâre the one who asked for this. iâm just giving you what you wanted.â
his fingers slide in and out with ease, coated in your slick, the obscene sound of it filling the room as he pumps them faster. your pussy clenches around him, every curl of his fingers hitting the g'spot inside you, and you canât stop the moans spilling from your lips, hips moving on their own to meet his thrusts.
âfeel that?â he murmurs, his thumb circling your clit again as his fingers fuck into you. âso tight, so fucking wet. bet youâve been dreaming about this, hm? me, fucking you with my fingers, making you beg for more.â
he thrusts his fingers deeper, spreading them inside you, and you cry out, your grip tightening on the couch. âfuckâyes, yes, jihoonââ
he smirks, leaning closer so his breath is hot against your ear. âand what do you want next, huh? my cock? think you can handle that after getting off just from my fingers?â
you donât even answer, just nod frantically as you feel the pressure building, your walls clenching harder around him. each thrust of his fingers sends sparks shooting up your spine, your wetness dripping down his hand, and you can barely think straight, let alone form words.
âyouâre gonna cum?â he growls, fucking you faster with his fingers, his thumb rubbing tight circles on your clit. âgonna cum just from my hand. so pathetic.â
jihoonâs fingers are buried inside you, his long, perfect digits moving inside you non-stop, curling against that spot that makes you whimper like a bitch. youâve spent too many nights obsessed with those handsâthose slender fingers that always seemed to be calling you from the depths of your own fantasies. and now theyâre inside you, fucking you, and itâs so much more than you ever imagined.
youâre a mess, your pussy squelching with each thrust. your eyes burn with tears, you can feel your orgasm coming, creeping up from the pit of your stomach, but thereâs something else, something more.
âfuck, jihoon,â you sob, your voice shaking as his thumb circles your clit again, driving you higher and higher. but itâs like your bodyâs betraying youâthereâs this pressure, this unfamiliar heat building between your legs, and you donât know whatâs coming, but itâs terrifying in the finest way.
his fingers continue their assault, squelching louder with each thrust, and just when you think you canât take it anymore, the pressure snaps. a gush of liquid escapes you, soaking his hand, the sound loud in the room as your body convulses, your orgasm crashing over you. you cry out, burying your face into the couch, as you realize what just happened. you fucking squirted on him, on his couch, on his floor.
jihoon doesnât say anything at first. he just watches, his eyes wide, lips slightly parted in surprise. his fingers donât stop, though. they keep moving inside you, coaxing out more spurts of liquid until they weak. each spurt feels like it's shaking you to your soul, and you want to hide, want to melt into the couch and disappear from the embarrassment, but heâs not letting you go anywhere.
âare you fucking serious?â he mutters under his breath, but thereâs a hint of fun in his voice. his clean hand reaches for your head, fingers tangling in your hair as he yanks you up just enough to see your face. youâre flushed, eyes darting everywhere but at him, your body tremblinge.
âare you embarrassed?â he asks, scoffing as his hand tightens in your hair, forcing you to meet his gaze. âreally? after everything, this is whatâs got you hiding?â
your breath hitches, but before you can even think to respond, his free hand comes down on your ass, hard. the slap stings, making you jolt, but he doesnât stop. he lands another, and another, the sound of flesh on flesh mixing with your rough breathing. âanswer me.â
âjihoonââ you gasp, but heâs not having it. his hand moves from your ass to your breast, getting under your blouse and bra, pinching your nipple between his fingers, hard enough to make you squeal.
âi said, answer me,â he growls, his fingers twisting the sensitive nub until youâre squirming beneath him. âwere you embarrassed? or were you just so fucking turned on by cumming all over my hand like that?â
âiâi wasnâtâfuck, jihoon!â you cry out, the words tumbling out of your mouth without thought as his fingers twist cruelly at your nipple, making it hard to think straight.
âdonât lie to me,â he warns, pulling your nipple harder as his fingers start working you again, faster now, his hand still slick from your release. âyou loved it. look at youâfucking soaked. i bet if i pulled out my cock right now, youâd make an even bigger mess, right?â
you canât deny it. the thought alone makes your thighs clench, your pussy fluttering around his fingers, and he feels it. he knows exactly what heâs doing to you, and you hate that you love it so much. his hand on your breast leaves for a moment, only to slap your ass again, this time harder, making you buck forward with a cry.
âthatâs what i thought,â he mutters, yanking your head back by your hair as he shifts behind you. you can feel him now, the thick outline of his cock pressing against your ass. âyou wanted this. youâve been teasing me, fucking with me for weeks, and now look where you areâabout to get exactly what you deserve.â
his hand moves between your legs again, this time not to slap but to tease, his fingers sliding through your folds, gathering your slick. he rubs your clit, once, twice, then pulls his fingers away, leaving you throbbing, hurting for more. you whimper in protest, but he just scoffs.
he pulls your legs apart wider, positioning himself behind you. you try to turn, to look at him, but his grip on your hair keeps you in place, your face pressed into the cushions as you feel the blunt head of his cock pressing against your entrance.
he doesnât ease in slowly. heâs rough, pushing into you with one hard thrust that has you gasping for breath, your pussy stretching around him, and even though you are prepared enough, the burn makes you cry out. he fills you so good your walls clamp down around him, trying to adjust on his thick girth.
âhmm fuck yes,â jihoon groans, his voice weakened as he grips your hips, holding you still. âso fucking tight. youâve been teasing me all this time, and now youâre taking my cock like a good little slut.â
he starts moving, his thrusts rough and no mercy, each one pushing you harder into the couch. his hands find your ass again, slapping it with each thrust, and the sharp sting only drives you higher, makes you wetter. you can feel the slickness coating his cock, dripping down onto the cushions, and youâre a mess of moans and cries, hardly competent to form words.
âjihoonâoh fuckââ you sob, your hands gripping the couch. each time he thrusts into you, it feels like heâs hitting deeper, the angle perfect, making you drool.
âyeah? you like that?â he growls. âyou like me fucking you like this? slapping your pretty little ass while you squirt all over my cock?â
your voice is poorly there, mumbling things that donât even make sense. âso full⊠soâjihoon⊠fuck⊠itâsââ
youâre trying to say something, but the pleasure is too much, your brain too clouded to form a coherent thought. he laughs as he flips you onto your back with ease. your bodyâs boneless at this point, sprawled out beneath him, and he takes a second to drink in the sight of youâyour fucked-out expression, the way your lips part in a soft smile.
âyou still got a smile for me, hm?â he teases, but thereâs something fond in his voice, something almost soft. for a second, it feels like he might lean down and kiss you, but instead, his hand wraps around your throat, and he tugs your bottom lip between his teethâhis pretty and pearly white teeth that you loved during his briefs smiles, or when he bit your lip.
you pout, tilting your head slightly, desperate for his lips, but he just grins.
âbad girls donât get kissed,â he says, he tightens his grip on your throat just enough to make you gasp, your eyes wide as he watches your reaction. âyou havenât earned it.â
before you can protest, he slams into you again, hard, making your body jerk against the couch. each thrust is deliberate, punctuated by his voice, growling out words like a promise with every snap of his hips.
âyouâreâsuchâaâfuckingâmess.â
his pace is brutal, the sound of wet skin slapping against wet skin fills the room, and all you can do is take it, your body arching beneath him, your moans spilling out uncontrollably.
jihoon doesnât slow down. he leans over you, his mouth finding your breasts, sucking hard on the soft skin there. you can feel the bruises forming under his lips, the red marks blooming with each rough kiss, each bite, and you know theyâll turn blue soon enough, the evidence of his touch lasting long after heâs done.
âfuck,â you whimper, your nails digging into his arms, trying to ground yourself. âjihoonâiâm gonnaâfuck, i canâtââ
âyes, you can,â he growls, not letting up for a second. his hand moves from your throat to your waist, pinning you down as his hips slam into yours with a cruel beat. âyouâre gonna cum for me again, arenât you? go ahead. let go.â
you donât have a choice. the pleasure builds and builds until it snaps, sending you spiraling into another orgasm, your body trembling, your walls fluttering around him. jihoon watches, his eyes dark, his grip on your waist tightening as he fucks you through it, his hips never faltering.
âshit,â he hisses, his own release catching up to him as he pulls out, stroking himself once, twice, before spilling his cum all over your stomach, the warmth of it sticky against your skin. he groans, watching as it drips down your belly, his chest heaving.
for a moment, itâs quiet. your body is still shaking, your mind somewhere far away, but you feel his hands againâthis time, softer. heâs cleaning you up with a towel he found somewhere, wiping away the mess he made, his touch surprisingly gentle after everything.
âyou okay?â his voice is quieter now, the edge gone, replaced by something almost tender. he looks down at you, brushing a strand of hair from your face as you nod, still too dazed to form a proper response. you give him a weak smile, and he chuckles softly, shaking his head.
you think for a second that maybe heâll kiss you after allâsomething soft, something to soothe the bruises he left behindâbut instead, his expression shifts. his hand finds your shoulder, pushing you lightly as he mutters, âgood. now get out of here.â
you blink, confused, sitting up slowly. âwhat?â
he smirks, grabbing a couple of books from the coffee table and tossing them into your lap. âyou heard me. unless you want another good fuck, donât come running after me. not for anything else.â
you raise an eyebrow, scoffing as you gather your clothes, slipping back into them without another word. his gaze never leaves you, watching the way you smooth out your skirt.
âright. see you around then.â
he doesnât respond as you walk out, but you can feel his eyes on you until the door clicks shut behind you.
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Fantasy: Eddie x reader x Billy
Part one, part two, part three, part four
Four part mini series. Minors DNI. Explicit sexual content
Summary: Your boyfriend, Eddie Munson, asks you what your biggest fantasy is and you're hesitant to tell him. Will he allow it to come true?
You were laying on the floor of your apartment in a big t-shirt and panties, staring up at the ceiling.
"This shit is strong, Eds." you sigh, exhaling the smoke into the air.
He leans over and kisses your cheek before stealing the joint for himself.
Eddie Munson. Your boyfriend of four years now. You had met in High School. Started with flirty glances here and there and ended up with the two of you in his van every lunch period.
"Biggest fantasy. Go!" Eddie blurts as he grins over at you.
"Sexual?"
"Duh."
"I don't know." you lie, hoping he can't see your face turning red with the dim lighting.
"There's gotta be something." he scoots closer as he takes another hit.
"I don't know." you repeat, shrugging lightly, the topic making you slightly uncomfortable.
"Anything. Some secret fantasy. You always take care of me, baby." he drawls as he leans over and plants a soft kiss on your lips.
The two of you loved to experiment. He was right.. you've done basically anything he could want at this point.
You've watched him while he had sex with someone else. You've brought other girls home. Threesomes, foursomes. Toys, movies, role play, rough sex, extremely rough sex.
And you enjoyed every minute of it. It was fun for both of you. But now he was asking what you wanted. And it made you a little nervous.
My desire. My fantasy.
I did have a fantasy.. but he won't like it.
You shrug again and he rolls over on top of you. You feel the warmth of his body weight pressing against you. His curls tickling your cheek as they fall forward, framing your face. He moves to kiss your neck before his warm lips meet your ear.
"Tell me, sweetheart. Whatever it is." he whispers deeply, his breath sending tingles across your entire body.
Billy Hargrove.
Eddie was never a fan of him in school. But it was something you had thought about for a long time. You had craved him back then before you and Eddie got together. And sometimes.. sometimes you still did.
But you wanted them both. Together.
"You won't like it." you sigh as he kisses your neck again. His lips begin to suck a small mark as his fingers trail up and down your arm lightly. His touch soft and sweet. Your high making it feel even better.
"Try me." he mumbles into your neck.
"It's a threesome.." you start and a deep chuckle erupts from his chest immediately.
"Why wouldn't I like that?" he laughs as he sits up, pulling you with him. You straddle his lap and look into his deep brown eyes.
You lean down to kiss his lips softly as his hands rest heavily on your ass.
"It's not the what, it's the who." you hint as you place your hands on his shoulders. His eyes narrow a bit and you take a deep breath. Just spit it out.
"Billy." you finally manage and Eddie gives you a blank stare.
"Who?"
"Billy... you know.."
Eddie continues to stare at you, his expression unreadable. "As in Hargrove?" he deadpans.
You nod slightly and as you take a piece of his long hair, twirling it between your fingers.
"You want me to have a threesome with Billy Hargrove?" Eddie stares at you in shock, his lips parted, his already big eyes widening even more.
You roll your eyes as you go to climb off his lap but he pulls you back instantly, his large hands keeping a firm grip on your waist.
"I told you, you wouldn't like it." you groan and his eyes search your face carefully.
"Baby, I just.. I need to process for a second." he sighs deeply. You watch him as his face changes from stunned back to semi normal.
"That's your big fantasy, huh? Billy Hargrove?"
You nod again as you feel a blush creep over your cheeks.
"He is... well I guess he's alright." Eddie starts. "If you're into all those muscles and abs and bad boy stuff.. and well his eyes are nice.. very blue..."
"Eddie?" you interrupt with a giggle.
"Hmm.. sorry." He shakes his head and leans in closer.
"What makes you think he would even do it?" Eddie asks and you feel an excitement building in your stomach.
He's not saying no.
You run your finger down his jawline softly, feeling the light scruff under your fingertips. "I don't know if he will. But you asked for my biggest fantasy.. and now you know." Your hand makes its way to the back of his neck, pulling him close and kissing him hard.
His tongue slips in your mouth and you wrap your legs around his waist as he leans back down, laying you flat on the ground. He pulls away, resting his lips against yours.
"You would have a better chance of fucking him alone." Eddie murmurs, his lips tickling yours as he speaks.
"But I want you both." you whisper back and his plump lips meet yours again before moving to your neck once more. Your head falls back against the soft carpet as he nips and sucks on your soft skin.
"You want us both?" he burns against your neck as his hand creeps up your thigh.
"Yes." you breathe, his calloused fingers traveling slowly to where you need them the most.
"You want him to fuck you while I watch? That could be fun." Eddie's voice is low in your ear. A deep tone making your thighs clench.
"Yes.." you sigh as his fingers finally reach their destination, swiftly moving your panties to the side. He slips one finger into your warmth, feeling your excitement immediately.
"Oh fuck. You do want him don't you? You want to know what he feels like inside of you?" Eddie teases as he adds another finger, slipping them both in knuckle deep.
Your nails dig into his shoulder as he begins to move his fingers, sliding them in and out of your already soaked pussy.
"Yes, baby." you admit, a needy moan slipping from your lips.
"Mmm.. you're a bad girl, sweetheart. If you're this turned on already... I might have to let him fuck you." Eddie growls as his fingers slowly pump in and out.
"Eddiee.." you whine, grinding your hips against his hand. It never takes long for you to cum on his hand. His fingers are fucking magic.
"Tell me what else you want." Eddie says nibbling on your ear. He speeds up even more bringing you closer and closer as he fucks you with his hand.
You feel your body tense up.. you're already so close. His fingers curl perfectly, stroking your g spot every time. "I want... fuck, Eddie.."
You struggle to speak as his fingers begin to move faster. Rougher. The sound of your slick coating his hand only makes him increase his speed.
"Say it." he orders.
"I want.. oh fuck.. I want you both." you whimper, listening to the wet sounds of his fingers thrusting in and out. The sound of his palm slapping against your pussy.
"You want both of us inside of you? Is that it?" Eddie hisses as his hand continues pushing you closer and closer.
"Yes!" you cry.
"You wanna be a little slut? It might hurt baby, you sure you want that?" his fingers are moving at an insane pace now. Your body jerks with every thrust of his hand.
"Yes!" you cry out again and he moans deeply.
"We're gonna fuck you so hard.. you want us to destroy you, don't you? You want us to destroy that pussy?" Eddie chuckles as you squirm beneath him.
"Yes!â
âAnd that tight little ass, hm?â Eddie groans as his other hand comes to your clit, swiping rapidly.
âBaby, yes! Fuck please!" you squeal as you feel your muscles spasm around his fingers. The thought of them both inside of you sending you completely over the edge. Your back arches off the floor as you cum hard, your juices coating his hand entirely.
Eddie works you through your orgasm slowly. A filthy moan escapes his lips as he watches your body shudder under him. You struggle to calm your breathing as your back falls to the floor.
He hooks his arm under you and lifts you up to meet his eyes.
"Find him. Set it up." he says simply before kissing you once and walking away.
Holy shit.
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âSmile.â
He gives you a look from across the rec rooms mask pulled up to sip his cup of earl grey and his eyes worn with fatigue. Meanwhile you sat across the table, pencil in hand and eyes war run- but determined. âFaâ your picture of me?â
âMmhm.â
âAre yaâ in thâ picture?â
You furrow your eyebrow and set your pencil down, having the general outline done but nothing else of sustenance, no features. So you tilt your head, âWhy?â
âDraw âyerself in the picture firsâ then Iâll smile foâ ya.â He then insisted, taking another drink of the warm tea, leaning back in the chair. Biting back the urge to smile as he saw you very quizzically look at the paper and then back at him.
You take a sharp breath, âIâŠI donât really draw myself. Nothin special.â
His eyes narrowed on you from where he was sitting and he scoffs moving to sit up and holding out his hand, âBullshit. Lemme see it.â
âJesus,â your little grumble fell on deaf ears as he got the sketch book, taking a moment to admire the outline and going on about to scribble something beside it. So you sit and watch him, slightly haunched over the table to do it, extremely focused on the task.
After about seven minutes he pushed the notebook across the table and you then pick it up, rolling your eyes to his smug face and then look atâŠwhat you would consider to be a childlike drawing of their teacher. There was no real talent or training, just a want to draw. And you respected the figure, no matter how crude. So with a scoff you look back to him, âNow will you smile?â
You loved his smile, crooked from scare and how his eyes would squint together from how wide it was. With a smile on your own expression you go on about finishing your drawing, it taking about thirty minutes- well technically you only needed him to model for five just to get the outline, but he was fine sitting still for longer.
By no means was it your best, but as he got up to go to bed and he looked over your shoulder to look at the sketch he hummed, âWanna knoâ why you gotta be in the picture?â
âMm?â
âI only smile when youâre with me.â
You spin in your chair as he moves to walk out of the room, âYOU CORNY ASS-â
(Fluff!! I know itâs a change of pace :p Toodles!)
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