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hispg · 6 months

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Love can't wait

Pairings: r2! Leon X Fem! Reader

Summary: Someone's horny in the middle of the night, and you'll have to take care of his 'problem'.

Wc: 2.2k

Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, p in v, making out, oral (f receiving), sloppy sex, whiny Leon.

An: Last week was a real mess. My birthday, I ended up being sick all week, I'm slowly recovering. And to make matters worse, I'm in my exam week💀

My brain is melting😭 Tomorrow I promise to answer the comments and asks🤝

I've only just managed to post, I had this draft ready and thought I should post it so I wouldn't run out of things to post. I didn't read it, so sorry for any mistakes.

"Baby, please..." Leon whimpered in your ear, hugging you from behind, leaving a trail of wet kisses on your neck.

He was grabbing you by the hips, his erection bumping against your ass as you tried to sleep, which was impossible with you being humped by the man behind you.

He'd been awake for a while, desperate to fuck you, who knows why he woke up with his cock hard in the middle of the night. Jerking off wasn't enough, he needed you.

"Leon.... Tomorrow..." You mumble, trying to bury your head in the pillow.

You heard him protest in a whimper, pressing his erection hard against you, making you moan softly into the pillow, and he grunted at the contact. He wasn't taking no for an answer.

"Love...." He pleaded, giving your jaw a light bite, not wasting a second and promptly sliding his hand under your clothes, caressing your belly, feeling your skin slide under his fingers.

His other hand went behind your neck, up to the back of your head where he began to massage, bringing his lips to your cheeks, giving wet kisses all over your face.

"Please..." He whispered, not caring if he sounded desperate or not, he just wanted you, it was the only thing on his mind.

You didn't even have time to answer, he was quick enough to move his hand down to your ass, opening your ass cheeks and pressing his erection in the middle, rubbing back and forth.

He was so needy that you could already feel him leaking through his underwear, his hoarse, whimpering voice echoing in your ears. Just by the state he was in, you were already starting to feel wet.

"You feel so good..." He whispered, moving against you harder, eliciting several low moans from you.

You could feel his nails digging into your soft flesh, holding your ass open for him to rub against you.

He was drooling on you, his kisses on your neck becoming more and more desperate, his tongue coming out of his mouth to lick the whole length of your skin, his body shaking with precipitation.

If you didn't let him do what he wanted to you, he'd certainly be able to cum in his pants.

"I need you so much..." He whispers, bringing his hand up to your breasts, gently caressing them up until then.

"Leon... Mhm..." You murmured in a somewhat sleepy voice, shifting a little in bed.

He whimpered in your ear, pushing you down a little further, grinding against you with a little more vigor, and it wasn't long before he had your nipple between his fingers, rolling it between his digits.

"I need to fuck you... I want it so bad it hurts." He purred, giving your nipple a vicious tug, and the unexpected action made you gasp.

Seeing that he wouldn't get any response from you at this point, he quickly turned you over on the bed, laying you on your back.

Before you could protest, he captured your lips in a languid kiss, his lips crashing against yours in a primal way, as if he couldn't help himself.

He kissed you so hard that at one point you could feel his teeth chattering against yours, he kissed you in such a sloppy, desperate way. Just as he began to press his erection into the mattress, wanting to relieve himself in some way.

You were so trapped at this point that at some point you just started moaning against each other, as if the kissing session was all you needed to go over the edge.

Almost painfully, the two of you broke apart, breathing heavily and quickly, almost out of breath from the intensity of your kisses.

When he looked at you, seeing your cheeks so red, the way your chest rose and fell with every heavy breath you took. Oh, and those lips, the way you looked at him so slyly like that.

At the same moment he felt his cock throbbing inside the confines of his pants. As if it were a last desperate act, he stuck his face between your breasts, sticking his tongue out in a clumsy way, sucking on your nipple as if it were the last thing he was going to do.

You moaned against the pillow, pushing his head against your breast. He grunted at the sudden contact, sucking on you desperately.

Despite not wanting it at first, you found yourself soaking wet now, grinding your pussy against his thigh that was between your legs, and he grinned like a bastard when he saw the state you were in.

"Mhm.... I want to fuck you..." He whispers, taking his mouth off your breast, searching for air, and he could already see the imprint of his lips around your breast.

You smiled slyly, rubbing your wetness against him hard, and in response he put a wide palm on your chest, lowering his face so that he could kiss you, leaving no part of your face untouched.

"Can I taste you? Please, please." He pleaded in a sly voice, tugging on your nipples once more, his mouth kissing you wetly and incessantly all over your face.

Fuck, how could you say no when he was asking so nicely?

When he saw you nod, Leon gave you a sly smile, turning you over so that you lay on your back properly, lifting your clothes to gain access to your thighs.

Once he had your legs open, he licked his lips, looking at your pussy which was already wet and waiting for him. In the blink of an eye he buried his face in your folds, sticking his tongue out and licking the entire length of your flesh, lapping at your skin like a hungry man, making loud, impure slurping sounds.

You could feel his nose hitting your clit every time he stuck his tongue into your needy hole, his hot muscle moving in and out in an incessant manner. His hands gripped your thighs in a firm way, leaving red marks from his fingers, from how hard he was holding you.

"So good, mhmm, you're so hot..." He murmurs against your slit, giving you an awkward smile, then going back to licking you all over again.

You were so red, your cheeks burning as you squirmed on the bed, your lips parted as you moaned, your hips moving back and forth, searching for more friction. Leon groaned when he felt your hand on his blond strands, which you took advantage of to push him against you, making him sink into your heat.

"Fuck-" You whimper, tugging at his hair, and he lets out a low murmur in response, giving your clit a hard suck, then sinking his tongue into your hole once more.

His cock was aching and throbbing in his pants, and he couldn't help himself, unconsciously humping the bed, eating you out desperately, wanting to taste your sweetness again and again.

You soon began to feel that warm sensation forming in the pit of your stomach, your mind becoming more and more blurred with each caress of his tongue. Your furrows running down his chin, his mouth completely moist from the result of your arousal.

"Cum, cum, baby, cum on my tongue." He whispers, working tirelessly on your cunt, with no intention of stopping.

And there you went, unable to hold back the orgasm that washed over you when he licked and caressed you like that. You gushed out your juices, your eyes rolling into the back of your head once you felt the hot liquid being squirted out of you.

"Fuck Leon!" You let out a moan mixed with a sigh, your face all red with pleasure.

Faced with the scene, Leon didn't have much to do, his cock, which was throbbing painfully in the constraints of his pants, no longer hurt, he just felt the warmth forming in his body. Only to feel the thick ropes of cum spilling out, staining all his clothes. He didn't even realize it, he couldn't even hold back his own urges.

Leon couldn't even hide the blush that appeared fiercely on his cheeks, he felt so ashamed that he hadn't been able to hold back. But you couldn't blame him, every time he stared at your wet folds he couldn't help it, he felt all his blood pulsing to his lower body.

"I love the taste of you." He says in a sweet voice, as if he hadn't just eaten you out like a starving man.

When you regained your senses, you focused your gaze on him, and watched as he licked up all the rest of your fluids, licking his lips when he'd finished, then getting down on his knees.

"I promise I'll make it up to you. I promise." He says in a purr, soon putting his pants down, along with his underpants.

You saw a part of his cock, the pink tip that was dripping, not only that, but it was all sticky with his cum. At that moment you felt your pussy get even wetter.

Your legs remained open as you watched him, his hand wrapped firmly around his cock.

When he started masturbating, dirty, erotic moans came out of his mouth, whimpers so sly that you could spend the night watching him.

Leon could feel his cock getting harder and harder in his hand, with every movement, a little trail of pre-cum running down his pink tip.

"Mhm.... I'm going to fuck you. You're going to feel so good." He said, so sweetly, but at the same time looking at you in such a naughty way.

Once again he positioned himself on top of you, his tip resting lightly against your entrance. His cum mixing with yours, your fluids mixing with his, making a slippery mess.

You gripped the sheets tightly, biting your lower lip, your body moving involuntarily against him, begging for any other movement.

"You're so beautiful..." Leon purrs, giving you a little distraction, because right after that line he thrust hard against you.

He entered you at once, completely, without even letting you breathe. You went to heaven when you felt all that stretching once again, your walls stretching to accommodate him, your tight pussy wrapping itself tightly around him, making him grunt in response.

"Fucking tight-" he growls, placing his hands on your hips, letting his fingers sink into your skin.

He slowly put his body up against yours, letting his weight rest on you a little. His hips jerked against yours, his fingers leaving red marks on your hips.

Your mouth opened to let out a silent whimper, while your eyes closed tightly as he thrust all the way in and hit that spongy spot that made you see stars every time.

You swore you couldn't even hear yourself anymore, or know whatever inarticulate sounds you were letting out. The only sensation that was in your body was the sloppy thrusts, his tip reaching deep points, touching your cervix from time to time.

" Tight little pussy, so fucking good." Leon purrs, his hips moving against yours in an almost involuntary way, as if he no longer had any control.

Just as he could no longer hold back all the noises he let out every time you squeezed around him, your walls wrapped around his cock so tightly that he was trying not to roll his eyes every time it happened.

You could already feel your body heating up once again, you could even see the bodily signs that it wouldn't be long before you went over the edge once more. And Leon would be lying if he didn't say the same thing.

In a failed and desperate attempt to drown out his sounds, he put his mouth on yours, kissing you passionately and hotly, increasing the speed with which he thrust into you. In and out, in sync with the roll of your hips.

You felt your body shiver when he put his tongue inside your mouth, exploring everything he could, wanting to feel everything you could offer him.

It was the last straw for you to come, creaming all over his cock, making another mess of the sheets. The sensation of you moaning against his mouth, or the way he felt you cumming for him so easily, was a spark of electricity in his body.

All you understood was some cursing that came out of him, then his hot cum inside you. He was going to pull out, hell, he knew he shouldn't cum inside you. But how could he take his cock out of you when you nestled so perfectly?

The two of you were a mess, barely able to breathe, his forehead resting under yours as he tried to catch his breath.

And then he smiled innocently, whispering, "Round two?"

You rolled your eyes, he wasn't serious.

"No, it's two in the morning. We should be asleep." You retorted, and he nodded with a displeased pout.

He promptly got off you, rolling onto his side and hugging you from behind once again, keeping you close. He seemed quite relaxed now.

It's a long night, although he's satisfied now, maybe he just needs a little more love throughout the evening.

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hiraethwrote · 5 months

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just come home pt. 3 - satoru gojo

[ satoru gojo - f!reader ]

✧ summary: attending the same event, emotions are running high between you and satoru ✧ cw: angst, fluff, arguing, jealousy, some cursing, creative liberties in the sense of like world and story yk, random character i ended up naming (we dont like him) ✧ word count: 4.9k

part 1 - part 2 - part 3

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— 13 months ago —

You didn’t dare peer your eyes off the phone, just waiting to hear your ringtone chime threw the kitchen. The tapping of your foot against the floor filled the room until Satoru eventually placed a comforting hand on your knee, containing some of the bouncing.

“There’s no reason to worry! You’re going to get it.” The sweet tone of his voice was much appreciated, but you did not let yourself fully believe him.

A long and shaky breath left you in hopes of it calming you down, but to no success. There wasn’t any particular reason for you to be this nervous; the interview went well, you were more than qualified and there wasn’t necessarily a lot of competition for the position. However, you really wanted it, and would rather go in with low expectations and be positively surprised.

The nerves were winning no matter how hard you tried to smother them, anxiously taking the tip of your thumb between your teeth. Satoru, without hesitation, pulled your hand away, intertwining his fingers with yours to hinder your bad habit.

“Hey,” he grabbed your attention, turning to look at him. His finger traveled tenderly across your cheek before tucking a piece of hair behind your ear, so much compassion in his look. “It’s alright.” You managed to give him a weak smile, leaning into his touch.

Both of you jumped at the sound of your phone ringing, interrupting the stressful silence. Satoru jumped up, shaking your shoulders vigorously as he urged you to answer the phone. Picking up the phone, you shushed him resulting in him slapping his hands over his mouth in order to stop his excited rambling. Finally you gathered up the courage to answer the dreaded phone call.

“Hello,” you spoke softly, hiding your nervousness.

“Good day, is this Miss y/l/n?” a kind voice spoke on the other side of the line.

“This is she.” There was no way you’d be able to sit still waiting for whether you got the job or not. You rose from the chair and started pacing around the room.

Satoru was growing more and more impatient of the answer, his eyes following your every step. While he was as stressed as you, he stood there admiring you as well. Because every single muscle and joint in your body was tense with nerves, but your tone was utterly steady.

Still choking back his excitement, he was desperately trying to deduce what was being said on the phone because you gave him nothing to go on. Whatever was said on the other side, you just nodded along, answering in short statements— yes, no, I understand.

“Yes, thank you. Goodbye.” Finally you hung up, suspense filling the room. Looking at your boyfriend, who put his hands out in front of him, was waiting for the answer.

“So?”

“I got the job!”

“You got the job,” he repeated before you ran at him and launched into his arms, embracing him tightly with both arms and legs. His strong arms wrapped around your back just as tight, securing you in the hug. “I knew you’d get it! Never doubted a second,” he said in between the many kisses he placed on your cheek. He began to spin around, a series of giggles and squeals escaping you.

“‘Toru, I’m getting dizzy,” you managed to get out. Eventually he stopped, carefully putting you down before cupping your face lovingly and placing a deep kiss on your lips.

“My beautiful, brilliant, wonderful girlfriend,” he gushed. There was a sparkle in his eyes as he studied every inch of your face, a sparkle he only had looking at you. “This ought to have a celebration.”

“That’s not necessary. It’s just a job.”

“Just a-“ he cut himself off with a dramatic huff. “Listen to her. It’s just a job. Ridiculous. You deserve a celebration to match this milestone.” Only Satoru was able to make something as mundane as getting a job seem like the most important event. “Your word is my command. Whatever you want, and I’ll fix it.”

“Order takeout?” You suggested sweetly before he planted a gentle kiss on the tip of your nose.

“I give you the opportunity to have anything you want, and you just want to order food?”

“I don’t have a need to celebrate all that much. Just want to spend the evening with you,” you spoke softly before embracing him and resting your head on his chest, closing your eyes and taking in his warmth.

You knew once you told your friends about the job, they’d throw together a party in your honour and you would gladly accept. But right now, what you wanted was just to stay in with Satoru, wearing your pyjamas, eat some food that wasn’t good for you and watch a movie.

“Only thing that could make this better is if you came to teach alongside me. I mean, imagine sharing lunch together.” His arms wrapped around you again, resting his head on top of yours.

“Me too, darling. But you know it’s not really up to me.”

“Yeah, because your school sucks. All that exclusive bullshit.” His chest vibrated with a soft chuckle, a smile growing on your face as a response.

“Couldn’t agree more.”

— present day —

The day you accepted the invitation to the conference, you were beyond excited. It would be a great opportunity to meet other teachers, share techniques and experiences. You hadn’t really been a teacher for long, so you felt it would do you good. But that seemed like a lifetime ago, two weeks before the breakup.

With both you and Satoru working within education, you knew he had gotten the same invitation. But you had no clue if he had accepted it or not, meaning you risked running into him there.

Seven weeks had passed since you’d bumped into him at the supermarket, and in that period, some sort of communication had been re-established. He sent a lot of texts throughout the day, most of them left on read. Regardless of that, he had been right that there were a lot of unsaid things between you that might need airing out. So even though you still hadn’t agreed to meet up with him, you sent him a short reply every once in a while to let him know you weren’t completely unreachable.

This was, of course, to your friends great frustration. They never sugarcoated how absolutely infuriated they were by the entire situation and did not think he deserved to hear a single word from you. But they didn’t seem to understand those small texts you sent him gave you a sense of comfort as he didn’t seem so far away from you anymore. In one way, you could say it numbed some of the pain.

Your thoughts were pulled away from Satoru when a soft buzz came from your purse.

Ren: I’m outside in five minutes :)

“Urgh.” The reaction to the text you received was entirely involuntary, but you couldn’t help it. Ren wasn’t even a bad guy, he was just a lot. He was a colleague of yours, who had been trying to get your attention ever since you started working at the school. Satoru had teased you about it endlessly, finding his work crush on you incredibly funny.

“I think I have to meet this Ren.” And once he had gotten that idea, there was no stopping him. Therefore you weren’t all that surprised when one day he showed up at your school during lunch, with his charm turned up to the max. He’d strutted right up to you, who at the time just so happened to be in a conversation with poor Ren. Satoru hadn’t hesitated to throw his arm across your shoulders and placing a kiss on the side of your head. “Had a few minutes, thought I’d come say hi.”

All the colour had instantly been drained from Ren’s face at the sight of Satoru. Ren was definitely aware of the existence of your boyfriend, though he had no idea what he looked like. So with his impressive 6’3” and striking looks, he could appear intimidating. Even more so, when he confidently reached out his hand to introduce himself to Ren.

It didn’t take long for your colleague to come up with a lame excuse to leave. “You’re mean,” you’d sighed in frustration once he was too far away to hear you.

“What?” He was playing dumb, not even trying to hide the fact that his lips were curving into a smile. “I had to check out my competition.”

“And?” You asked curiously, hating that you wanted to know his verdict.

“Ain’t even worried.” Playfully you pushed him away from you, rolling your eyes at how extremely cocky he was. He hummed satisfied, with his hands in his pockets, giving you one last kiss before he had to leave again.

Somehow, Ren had become aware of your breakup. So about a week ago, he’d called you up and asked if you’d like to attend the conference together. Of course it was just your luck that you were hanging out with your friends when he had called, the same friends that hated Satoru at the moment. They practically gave you no choice but to accept.

Attending with your colleague was another reason you hoped Satoru had declined the invitation. He had never been the jealous type, but he had never had a reason to be either. You were nervous if he was to be there, he’d be unable to stop himself from throwing some passive aggressive comment at Ren and he’d be too scared to defend himself.

The knock on your door startled you back into reality, bracing yourself to face him. Opening the door, his face lit up at the sight of you, a boyish charm to his expression.

“Hi,” he said with a small nod. Before you were able to respond, he stretched out his hand where he held one single rose.

“Oh— thank you.” A ripple of guilt hit you hard of how you couldn’t even fake a believable sincerity. “That’s so kind of you.”

You had held onto a naive hope that Ren had invited you purely on friendly terms, but the rose in your hand was a sign that wasn’t the case. He thought of this as a date, and another bang of guilt hit you. This one concerning Satoru.

Nearly three months since you’d left him, but it still felt like such a betrayal. For two years you’d been his, and he yours. That was how it was supposed to be, and how you always thought it would end. Not to mention that it was just too soon. You did not want to go on a date, freshly out of a committed relationship you thought was going to be the one.

But you put on a brave face and tried to give Ren a genuine smile. “Shall we go then?”

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Satoru was seething.

Never had he been happier to wear his sunglasses so no one could see the pure anger that was radiating in his eyes. Even though he wanted to look away in order to not torture himself, there was no way of that happening. He would not let your colleague make any kind of move on you, especially if he could help it.

It wasn’t until the event had been moved to the after party in the hotel ballroom he had spotted you. Resting his gaze upon you, he felt as the rest of the room disappeared, only one single spotlight illuminating you. His world calmed down at the sight of you, as if every confusing thing in his life was resolved.

Losing your presence in his life had turned it upside down in all the wrong ways, realising how much he had truly depended on you. Not because you actively did all that much for him, but by simply just existing as a consistent in his life he felt safe. You never judged him, never complained, always tried to see things from his perspective and overall being the rock he needed.

He felt truly at peace for the first time in a long time as he sized you up, head to toe, wearing the dress he had bought you for your first anniversary dinner. As always, he found you absolutely breathtaking, wondering how he ever managed to score you in the first place.

When a small hand landed on your bare shoulder, his peaceful fantasy shattered instantly. He nearly spat out his drink when he saw who the hand belonged to, Ren ogling you with pure adoration. Eventually he knew he’d have no choice but intervene, even though causing a scene would do him no favours whatsoever.

Satoru could clearly tell you were uncomfortable, with your arms loosely wrapped around yourself and picking the skin around your fingernails. Usually, when he noticed you doing one of your bad habits, he instinctively intervened. Every bone in his body wanted to walk over and grab your hand in order for you to stop, reassuring you that everything was alright.

His agitation only grew seeing Ren happily chat you up, when he wasn’t allowed to. And you, being as kind as you were, tried your very best to pay attention to whatever story he was telling, chuckling and smiling. But Satoru knew you’d rather be anywhere else than here.

Suddenly the tone of your conversation changed, as he observed Ren now served a worried expression. The next second he was taking off his blazer, carefully placing it over your shoulders even though you politely tried to object.

That’s it. How was he supposed to stand and watch some other guy do the things he was supposed to do? Swiftly, Satoru made his way through the crowd, doing his best not to bump into anyone in his small frenzy.

While Ren instantly froze when he realised who had approached, you wore a confused expression. “Satoru?” It slipped out of you weakly, your eyebrows narrowed at his sudden appearance.

“Fancy seeing you guys here!” He sounded so chipper, presenting himself with a gloating smile. Ren shot you a nervous glance, desperately needing you to give him any sort of hint on how to deal with the abrupt company of your ex-boyfriend. You weren’t to much help, only scowling at Satoru, in utter disbelief at the audacity he had to just storm right up to you.

Clearing his throat, he captured Satoru’s attention again. He could see how Ren was finding every ounce of courage to shake off his insecurities. “Good to see you again.”

“Yeah, you too.”

“Y/n told me you were a teacher.” A faux smile appeared on Satoru’s face, a displeased reaction to how Ren had a newfound confidence all of a sudden. Even though he was very much still nervous, he wasn’t as fragile as the first time Satoru had met him. Seeing Ren try and put on a brave face, most likely to impress you, only aggravated him more.

“I sure am.” He turned his head back to you, not surprised to see that your uncomfortable stance had shifted into fury. Fire in your eyes as they were drilling into him with your arms crossed over your chest.

Satoru was already mentally kicking himself for his selfish stunt when it sunk in exactly how irritated you were. He could see you were resisting the temptation to actually wrap your hands around his throat in animosity, yet he himself softened at the sight of you. He couldn’t help it, you had that affect on him naturally.

“What are you doing?” You asked through gritted teeth.

“Thought it would be rude not to come over and say hi.” What you’d feared would happen was actually about to take place in front of you. Of course some part of you had secretly wanted to have an excuse to talk to Satoru, but this wasn’t the way you wanted it to go down. You shouldn’t be too surprised however, as it wasn’t unusual for his dumb pride to get in the way.

“Oh, you did, didn’t you? Funny,” you sneered in response, hating how he was making you talk like this to him. Licking his lips, Satoru forced his gaze back to Ren who was probably contemplating everything.

“So, did you two come here together or?”

“Satoru, don’t!” You said sternly, but he kept staring at Ren.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and dared put his hand on your upper back. In the corner of his eyes, Satoru saw your desire to flinch away from his touch, but stopped yourself. “We did actually.”

“Lovely. Bet you brought her flowers as well?”

“Satoru,” you tried to intervene again, feeling extremely sorry for Ren, stuttering madly, trying so hard not to let himself be humiliated.

“Y-yeah, I-“

“Roses, right?” Ren nodded weakly. “Big mistake, she doesn’t like those.”

“Hey!” You’d had enough, finally stepping in assertively and grabbing Satoru’s wrist which instantly shut him up. Snapping his head back at you, he glared at you in awe, all signs of his jealousy gone. “Get it together!”

Over his sunglasses he made eye contact with you, letting his now mild glare flitter between your eyes. Your heart skipped a beat, just like it used to before.

“I’m so sorry,” you said to Ren when you finally managed to avert your gaze from Satoru. “Let me just-“ you couldn’t find the right words to excuse yourself, so you just whispered another apology before forcefully pulling Satoru after you.

Whispering small profanities under your breath, your grip on Satoru turned your knuckles white. Feeling like everyone’s eyes were on you, rushing through the crowd with the giant of a man at your heels. A sigh of relief left you once you’d gotten you both into a deserted hallway, instantly letting go of his wrist.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

His lips twitched, like a he was holding back a frustrated smile. “Come on. I couldn’t just stand there and watch his sorry attempt at hitting on you.” His shoulders raised as if he was in the right, that his actions were within reason.

“Don’t give me that! You embarrassed the shit out of him. You embarrassed me!”

This conversation was unlike any you’d had before, considering you hadn’t been a couple that got very loud or sharp with each other on the rare occasions you even got into an argument. Usually, your arguments rooted in unimportant matters that resulted in the silent treatment from both sides until one of you realised exactly how silly you were acting. Whoever caved first would come crawling into the arms of the other before apologising profusely.

“But him, y/n? Really? The guy who’s been drooling all over you, even when we were still together.”

On one hand, Satoru’s frustration with Ren wasn’t unjustified. You’d also found Ren’s advances on you inappropriate, knowing you were taken. Nonetheless, neither of you had ever taken it seriously, well aware that he never stood a chance. Yet, Satoru’s behaviour was out of line.

With disgust written all over his face, he opened his mouth and continued his rant. “And then he makes tonight a date. The body isn’t even cold yet.”

“Satoru!” You watched him flinch at your outburst because of his tasteless comment.

It went without saying that Satoru was an incredibly kind soul, with a strong sense of what was right or wrong. Nevertheless, he could have a tendency to lash out with cruel jabs that always took you by surprise. You’d never been on the receiving end of his shots, but you would shut that down real quick.

“What if I was here with a date? Would you have liked it seeing me with another girl?”

“Of course not!” You answered, barely letting him finish before you fired back at him. “I cannot imagine anything worse, but I’d never approach you like you just did, and you know that!”

“You didn’t see the way he looked at you, y/n! It irked me. I mean, I’m-“ he cut himself off, a sharp breath leaving his nose. He didn’t know where to put all his agitated nerves, so he tried to contain it by shoving his hands in his pockets, his shoulders almost reaching his ears with tension.

“Go on.”

“I’m the only one who’s supposed to look at you like that.”

It didn’t take more to entirely change the atmosphere of the conversation, dropping your defences once his voice had calmed down.

“Yeah, I know,” you quietly agreed, matching his tone.

Silence washed over you, and you paid close attention to him as he removed his sunglasses to rub his eyes. He released a low, shaky exhale. Just when he was about to place them back in his nose, your body moved on its own accord, grabbing his wrist to stop him.

He looked exactly like you’d remembered, how you had permanently engraved him into your mind. Once he had dropped his jealous guard, you were reminded of how much you had yearned for the opportunity to look at him like this again. Every cell of your body was screaming for you to embrace him, like they would collapse if you did not receive his touch soon.

But once he blinked, the spell broke and you jerked your hand away, reminded of how it only hurt you because he wasn’t yours anymore.

“I never wanted to go with him,” you hesitated, taking a few steps back until you felt you back hit the wall behind you. “My friends kinda forced me to accept.”

A somber chuckle was heard from him, trying to seem steadfast, also leaning against the wall behind him.

“I guess they don’t like me very much.”

“Not exactly.” Your face was painted with the same sadness as Satoru’s. He had his head down, staring at his feet. You could see how the gears were turning in his head to figure out the best way to approach this.

“I miss you,” his said, trying to hide the fact that his voice cracked just a little. When he looked up again, you saw the sparkle in his eyes that you’d noticed so many times before. “Every day.”

“I miss you too,” you were only able to express in a light mumble, feeling the emotions about to take over you already.

“You wanna know one of the things I regret the most?” You simply nodded. “Not being able to say anything to you. That night I mean.”

You pressed your lips together to try and slow down the tears that were fighting their way to the surface. “It’s okay, Satoru.”

“No, it’s not okay,” he heaved as he was the first to break this time. “You spilled your guts about how much I was hurting you and I just stood there! Speechless!” He wept, taking you by surprise at how quickly he had started crying.

“It was a lot to take in. I put a lot of information on you at one time.” You tried your best to remain serene, knowing neither of you would be able to get anything helpful out of the conversation if you were both just teary wet messes.

“Stop doing that! Stop making excuses for me.” He frantically began to wipe his tears with the back of his hand, trying to steady his voice so he could continue. “As you said, I always have something to say. And the one time— the one time you needed me to talk, I couldn’t do it. I did not treat you according to how I feel about you and I truly am so insanely sorry, y/n!”

He’d spent every waking moment, and probably quite a few sleeping ones, pondering about everything that had went down and how it had ended here. Even though you were completely taken aback by how broken he looked, sobbing like an innocent child, a small part of you felt a sense of relief. You got some confirmation on the questions you’d been asking yourself.

Ever single day you’d wondered if he was as beaten up about it all as you, or if he had found it in himself to move on. If maybe he was even relieved to not have to deal with the stresses of a relationship anymore. But he was coming apart at the seams, his eyes red from the crying, desperately trying to gather himself again.

He took a deep breath in through the nose and out through the mouth before he spoke again. “And I want you to know I understand why you did what you did. I never deserved you I-“

“No, don’t say that,” you shot in, drawing his eyes to you again. “Ever!” You saw him swallow some of the sobs that were building up. Pushing yourself off the wall, you slowly walked up him, your body growing hotter the closer you got to him.

“I’m so sorry, y/n,” he said remorsefully, quiet tears falling down his cheeks. You didn’t have it in you anymore to just stand there and watch him cry without doing anything about it. Delicately, you dried them off his cheeks. “I wish I could have done things differently.”

“There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t think about you, Satoru.” You’re voice was barely a whisper, drenched in compassion.

He wanted a second chance, more than anything. But he was so afraid to ask, even though the question was restlessly waiting at the tip of his tongue. He knew he didn’t deserve it, and suggesting it would be nothing other than egotistical.

What he didn’t know was how fiercely you wanted him to ask, to fight for you. If there was one thing you truly wanted, it was to have him back in your life. To have him wake you of with featherlight strokes on you back again. The evenings where he did come home, you’d both stand in the kitchen together trying to prep a proper meal only for him to make a mess of everything. Walking down the streets, his protective arm draped over you shoulder as he so proudly showed you off. Every small and big aspect of the relationship you wanted back.

With your eyes, you tried to beg him to cross that line and ask you to be his again. The time you’d spent apart had been nothing but pain for the both of you, but it had definitely put things in perspective.

Please ask me.

He was staring deep into your eyes, and you knew if there was one person in the entire universe who would be able to know what you were thinking, it was him.

“Is there any chance of us being together again?” The small question made you fill your lungs with a deep breath of relief.

“Yes.”

Without thinking, he leaned forward and rested his forehead against yours like it was second nature to him. You couldn’t help but form a harmonious smile.

Finally the whirlwind that had run rampant in his mind for the past few months, settled. A mixture of sob and chuckle slipped out of Satoru, as he didn’t quite know where to put himself. Though this was what he had hoped for, he hadn’t really expected it.

“But,” you broke the comfortable silence, pulling away even though you didn’t want to. “It cannot be how it was.”

“I know!” He hurried to say the second the sentence had left you. “I’ll quit if I have to. And three’s a crowd, Suguru and Shoko are better as duo anyways.” You instantly began to giggle at his erratic statements and it was music to his ears.

“Satoru, I’m not asking you to stop living your life.” His heart fluttered at the sound of your voice speaking his name with so much love.

“No, I know. But I’d be willing to do it, just so you know.” A tiny smile had made its way onto his face as well, though his eyes still showed so many signs of crying. Carefully, waiting for you to stop him, he cupped your face. “I just have one request.”

“Alright?”

“Can you please take off that damn jacket?” It wasn’t until he mentioned it you remembered you were still wearing Ren’s jacket. He didn’t have to hear you answer, the chuckle playing on your lips was all he needed to brush it off your shoulders. “I think I might have to burn it.”

“Be nice.” His hand quickly went back to your face and he daringly began to lean closer. At last, his lips crashed into yours, after what had felt like an eternity.

Satoru was so grateful for the second chance he had been giving, and he had no plans of screwing it up now. All that time apart, he had only become absolutely certain a life without you in it wasn't one he wanted. He would do everything in his power to keep it that way, whatever the cost.

And the kiss told you everything you needed to know. It felt like a promise, that from now on everything would be okay. You weren't even scared he woul ever let you down again. Wordlessly, you managed to believe him that this was it now. And the hardest months of your life, was now going to be worth it.

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tags: @alisstaa, @starlightanyaaa, @nyahctrl, @creolequeen11210, @iheartlinds, @new-weather47, @rjt017

a/n finally part three, and it feels pretty final now dont you think? when i eventually got an idea for part three, i wrote for like three days straight. thanks everyone for all the amazing support, and i hope this is a sufficient end to it all <3 reblogs, replies and likes are highly appreciated Also, might take a small break from writing this week to gather some motivation (unless i get some requests or something) and try and set up this blog more. Do a little 'about me' and rules etc.

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umemiyan · 10 months

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𝗧𝗢𝗝𝗜 𝗙𝗨𝗦𝗛𝗜𝗚𝗨𝗥𝗢 𝗫 𝗙!𝗥𝗘𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗥. ⌇ 18+ only, mdni / unprotected piv / noncon creampie, breeding + mentions of pregnancy / dom/sub dynamics / petnames (good girl, baby, sweetheart) / biting

“c’mon, be a good girl and let me cum inside this pretty pussy.”

he tries to persuade you as though he hadn't earlier promised that he would pull out, that he wouldn't attempt to sway you from your position of not being willing to take the risk and let him finish inside.

you vigorously shake your head and hum in disagreement at his proposal. toji's a dirty fucking liar but you somehow still find it in yourself to love him, to allow him to slide into you completely raw, knees almost up to your chest as he fucks you into the mattress because he has two different types of holds on you.

“aww, why not, sweetheart? you don’t want me to fill up that sweet little belly?" he punctuates every sentence with a heavy thrust, voice a malicious tease in your ear paired with an equally selfish grin. but then he moves to hold your gaze with a commanding intensity. "gimme fuckin’ words, baby. i need words.”

you gulp and gasp for air, his hips stopping long enough to allow you a moment to breathe. “i don’t want a baby.”

toji offers an amused scoff at your response. “yeah? s'that right?" he's convinced that a part of you is lying and that you wouldn't even think of letting him fuck you raw if something about the risk didn't appeal to you. "too afraid to be a mommy for my babies?"

those words ignite a flame of anxiety within you, but curiously enough also make you clench around him as he picks up the pace a little, holding back a growl as his fantasies wrack his brain.

"s’too bad," he says, tone growing more serious, "i think you’d be pretty good at it, even if you act like a brat yourself half the time.”

it almost doesn't sound like he's joking anymore, but how could he not be? there's no way toji could truly want a child—he can't even afford one, but all the possibilities make your thoughts go muddy and incomprehensible. you simply turn your head to the side to avoid looking at him straight on, flustered and overstimulated from previous orgasms, but he uses a strong hand to grab your cheeks and steer you back in the right direction.

“what the hell did i just say about using your words, huh? you better fuckin’ speak up or i’m breeding this tight little cunt right now." it almost seems as though he's offering you a choice with his hips speeding up and wrecking your insides like this. he's in control, but he's desperate, sweat beading along his forehead as he chuckles breathlessly. "hell, i might do it anyways with you suckin’ me in so good.”

gasping, your eyes go wide. “no, no, no!” you meekly protest, but it's too late—he pins your wrists to the bed and angles his hips to more accurately hit your deepest points, cock driving into you with even more purpose now.

“shit…” he curses and feels himself start to lose his composure, quickly slamming into you a few more times before halting balls deep and twitching his release out inside you. the hot, fresh surges of cum warm your womb as he stays rooted in place, determined to force his seed as deep as it can possibly go. in his mind, that’ll only make it easier for it to take and bring his current vision to fruition: you round and full with a baby that’s undoubtedly his. this is the image that flashes through his mind and makes his cock pulse with an orgasm that’s nearly paralyzing, teeth biting into the flesh of your neck like you're the pretty animal he's just claimed and mated.

once the storm has settled, his hot tongue licks over the mark in your skin to soothe it followed by a kiss and one more slow roll of his hips for good measure. "that's a good girl," the large pad of his thumb brushes the tears from your lashes as if he isn't the one who caused them. his hand is a little rough but still affectionate as it grips your face again and forces you into a possessive kiss.

toji pulls out of you with a wet squelch and a shit-eating grin. "gotta fight back a little better next time if you don't want me to get you pregnant."

#toji fushiguro x reader #toji fushiguro smut #jjk x reader #jjk smut #cw breeding #cw dubcon #my writing.#re: toji fushiguro

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cameronspecial · 11 months

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Zach smut? Maybe it’s their first time together something cute but also hot. I feel like he’s very vocal too.

Tell Me What You Want

Pairing: Zach MacLaren x Reader

Warnings: SMUT

Pronouns: She/Her

Word Count: 1.2K

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They have been dating for three months and Y/N is ready to take her relationship with Zach to the next level. The soccer player was respectful of her boundaries whenever their kisses would heat up to something steamer. He would watch for her body language and ask her constantly if she wanted to continue. When she should hesitate, he would stop immediately, reassuring her that he wanted to wait until he felt more comfortable. She found it sweet that he would put the “blame” on his own feelings so she didn’t feel guilty about not feeling prepared and then he’d open Netflix so they would watch The Office together.

Tonight, he came over to Y/N’s for dinner and for dessert, she had planned for them to indulge in something a little sweeter than cake. Y/N excuses herself to the bathroom, closing the door quietly behind her. She strips off her clothes and puts on the lingerie she bought just for Zach. Her reflection shows how the navy blue lace really shows off her boobs and she thinks he will love how the silk attaches to the lace bra, flowing down to her hips like a dress. Zach seems like he would like flowy materials; she can’t explain why. She does a few swishes of mouthwash and quickly combs through her hair with her fingers; she finally feels confident enough to leave the bathroom. Zach’s head darts up from the dishes and her heart flips because she didn’t ask him to clean up. He is so thoughtful. His eyes fall open once he sees her new attire and he turns to face her completely. “You weren’t wearing that earlier,” he notes as he approaches her. His hand is playing with the skirt of the top. She frowns at his words, “Do you not like it?” Her head casts down, but his finger catches her chin before it falls to her chest. He lifts it, so she is looking in his eyes and his other hand continues to fiddle with the silk. “Baby, I love it. Whatever this, this material is. I’m a big fan,” he assures, kissing her lips.

She grins into the kiss, “It’s silk.” “Silk, I like it,” he hmms. “Are you sure you want to do this, Baby? We don’t have to do anything. If you want to just watch a movie with that on, I would be okay with that.” She giggles, pulling away. She leads him into her bedroom and falls onto her bed. “I am more than ready for this, Zach.” He detects no hesitancy, so he decides to even the playing field by taking off his shirt and pants. Y/N’s bottom lip wedges between her teeth and she grabs his hand to bring him closer. He gets on top of her, holding himself up with one arm. His face nears her ear, “Tell me what you want.” “Can you kiss me?” she breathes out. He kisses her lips, “Here?” She shakes her head, knowing the game he wants to play. His head moves to the skin of her breasts above the lace. “Here?” A groan escapes her lips because of how long it is taking. Zach just grins, loving how annoyed she is getting. His head finally dips under the silk and pulls down the matching thong. She feels his lips meet her clit, letting out the moan he has been waiting to hear.

He continues the assault to her bud and she wraps her legs around his head. Her back arches off of the bed. She brings her hand through his hair, trying to keep him in place. “Is this what you want? You have to tell me what you want,” he encourages. She struggles through her words in moans, “Your tongue! Please, use your tongue.” He listens to her commands, diving his tongue into her pussy. He is lapping at her hole and tries to get as much of her juices into his mouth. He can tell she needs more. “I think you need my fingers, Baby. Do you want my fingers?” he teases, ghosting his fingers over her vagina.

She nods vigorously, “Yes, yes, please.” His fingers penetrate her and he starts slow with one digit. He takes his time, bringing the finger in and out. Her back arches even more at the feeling of his finger. “More,” she begs, grabbing his hand. He nods, “Of course, Baby.” He adds another finger picking up his pace and he notices she has adjusted to him already. He tries adding another finger and when she doesn’t object, he goes as fast as he can. Her moans pick up, sounding like a symphony. He continues with his pace and gives her kisses to quiet her moans. “I love you. You know that? I love those pretty sounds you are making for me,” he praises. Her head moves up and down, raising her back as high as it can go. Her walls close in around his fingers, gripping him like a glove. His thumb finds her clit and he rubs it like his life depends on it. She is brought over the edge, cumming around his fingers. He pulls them out. His fingers enter his mouth, cleaning them off, “You taste so good, Baby. You wanna taste?” He brings his mouth to hers and she can taste herself on his tongue.

Y/N props herself onto her elbows, reaching for the top of his boxers, but he stops her. He brings them face to face, “Tonight is about you, Baby. I’m going to make you feel so good.” Her heart flutters at his words, feeling like she is melting on the inside. He gets up off of her and she knows what he is looking for. “I have condoms in my bathroom medicine cabinet,” she tells him. Zach runs to the other room, jogging back to her with the goods in hand. He rips the package open with his teeth and pulls down his boxers to put it on. His fingers wrap around his impressive length, giving it a few pumps before lining himself up with her pussy. “Are you ready, Baby? Tell me if you want me to do anything different,” he orders and enters her.

Again, his pace begins slow. He lets her get adjusted to his size at this pace and when her mouth falls open, he picks it up. It gets a little difficult to keep their body connected at this speed, so he wraps her legs around his waist and goes faster. “You are making me feel so good, Baby. Am I making you feel good?” he looks to her for assurance. She smiles at him, “So good, Zach. Please, keep going.” He continues to thrust into her. Both of them enjoy the feeling of being together, moans rivalling each other. Zach feels himself twitch inside of her and it is not long before he cums inside of the condom. Y/N hasn’t come yet, so he continues his thrust to bring her to her climax. He pulls out of her, bringing her into his arms. He kisses her neck with a blissed-out look on his face. “That was so good, Baby. Thank you for letting me experience this with you,” he whispers to her. She nods with a smile, “You’re welcome. I really liked it too.” He picks her up to bring her to the bathroom and they both get ready for bed in sync. She puts on his t-shirt and he puts his boxers back on. They hop into her bed and cuddle each other to sleep.

Taglist: @loves0phelia

#the other zoey #zach maclaren #zach maclaren x reader #zach maclaren smut #drew starkey #drew starkey x reader #drew starkey x you #drew starkey x y/n #drew starkey x female reader #drew starkey one shot #drew starkey imagine #drew starkey smut

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ameliora-j · 1 year

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Stepdad!eddie stepdadsfriend!steve corrupting reader? Not sure if it’s something ur comfortable with but let me know if it isn’t so I can think of some other stuff 🫣🫣🫣

𐐪𐑂 twisted tuesday is back! send in ur requests :>

content: innocence kink, corruption kink, stepcest, age gap, objectification, masturbation (m!recriving), sort of bimbo!reader, DARK CONTENT, THIS IS AN 18+ BLOG MINORS DNI

you look up at eddie as your kneeled on the floor in front of him and steve. you’re at the coffee table, working on a project for your design class as the two sit behind you, watching the game and drinking beer. your hand is set on your chin, your bottom lip pulled between your teeth.

“my god eds, if she wasn’t your stepdaughter…” steve groaned.

“i’ve thought about the same thing, stevie” he chuckles, shaking his head a bit. “watch this” he whispers. “hey princess, can you get me another beer please?” he asks.

“yeah!” you say cheerfully, smiling brightly as you stand up. you lean over the coffee table, grabbing his empty bottle before turning to steve. “do you need one too, mr. harrington?” you ask, tucking a hair behind your ear.

steve stares down your top, not even concealing it as he smirks at your boobs spilling over your tank top. “yes please, hun” he hums, handing the empty bottle to you. you hum softly as your turn, your skirt flowing up and showing off your cute little pink thong as you walked off to the kitchen.

you come back with two cold beers, freshly opened. once more, you lean over the table to hand the men their beers, this time both steve and eddie look down your top. “thank you sweetheart” eddie smiles, and you nod softly, going back to your position in front of the coffee table on your knees.

“yn, you wanna hear something cool?” steve asks. “it’s this fun mind trick robin taught me.”

you smile, nodding as you look up at him. “yeah, what is it?” you giggle.

“if you pretend to shake a salt shaker into your mouth, you’ll start to really taste the salt” he nods, and eddie snorts at that. “like this” he says, showing you the position.

you hum softly, furrowing your brows. “really?” you smile, beginning to mimic his actions. steve and eddie both bite their lips, their pants tightening as their cocks harden quickly. “like this?” you ask softly.

“yeah, just like that” eddie nods, squeezing his cock through his pants. you nod, continuing to do it. your tits begin bouncing, nearly spilling out of your top. steve pushes his hand down his pants, taking a deep breath as he palms his dick through his underwear.

“i dunno, i don’t taste anything” you say, frowning a bit.

“you gotta stick your tongue out too, baby” steve groans quietly as he begins to jerk his cock in his pants, eddie mimicking his actions as they get off to you.

you nod, sticking out your tongue and shaking the salt shaker. “jus shake it a little harder… you’ll start to taste it” eddie breathes as he squeezes the base of his cock, trying not to cum too soon. steve reaches to squeeze his balls, biting back a loud moan as you shake your arm harder, your tits now bouncing with more vigor.

“yeah… yeah honey like that” steve grunts out softly. “so close…” he whines under his breath as he humps his own hand.

steve and eddie both gasps, biting down on their fists as cum leaks from the head of their hard, red cocks. “i think i taste it a little!” you giggle softly.

“yeah honey…” eddie nods lazily, pulling his cock free and grabbing some tissues to clean the cum from his hand, offering some to steve as well.

“that was super cool mr. harrington!” you smile as you turn back to them. “thanks for showing me that.”

“anytime, honey…” he breathes out, pillows now covering the messes that eddie and steve had made in their pants

#nani’s angels 👼🏽#fanmail 💌#twisted tuesday!#stepdad!eddie #dbf!steve #eddie munson #steve harrington #dark.nani

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brotherwtf · 1 month

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deeply obsessed with the idea of Gale getting fucked tipsy because he wants to know what it's like, and because he trusts John. All flushed and disinhibited and sloppy, talking filth and driving john wild and begging john to keep fucking him once he's come, even though he knows he's gonna pass out before John's done

oh my gosh I think Gale would be so horny when he's tipsy, and absolutely off the rails when he's drunk

John makes him do it safely, makes him eat and drink water in between glasses of wine and whiskey, but Gale is pretty tipsy. His eyes are getting unfocused and he's getting handsy, running his hands up John's biceps and trying to kiss him whenever he can, giggling while he kisses John's nose, calling him so pretty and handsome

after another glass of wine he's basically sitting in John's lap, begging John to fuck him and fuck him hard, fuck him until the bed breaks and John is just appalled. He thought he had a mouth on him, but when Gale's had a couple of drinks in him he's talking absolute filth

John of course responds with enthusiasm, kissing him with the same vigor that Gale talks about kissing him, catching Gale when he jumps into his arms and kisses him sloppily, moaning sweetly when he can taste the whiskey on John's tongue

he has his hands all over John, grabbing and ripping at his clothing so much that it stretches the fabric, John chuckling against Gale's lips as he pulls

Gale is usually quiet during sex, keeps his moans trapped behind clenched teeth and only lets them out when he's close to coming, but tipsy Gale moans loudly and often, keening and whimpering as John touches him, begging for John to put his hands on him wherever he can. John obliges with a smile and a laugh, mind running wild at Gale's absolutely filthy words

when John fucks him, Gale's so loud and talkative. he tells John how good he's feeling moaning "yes, yes, yes" as John fucks into him, kissing John open mouthed and moaning into his mouth as John touches him. it's feverish and hot, Gale clutches John like he'll lose him if he lets go, and John buries his fingers into Gale's skin, claiming him as his

even after Gale comes with a loud prolonged moan, he begs for John to keep fucking him, it feels too damn good and he's gonna come again, oh God he's gonna come again

John eventually comes inside Gale, mouth panting against his as he tries to sloppily kiss him again. maybe Gale's laughing with euphoria, John joining in bcs he loves the freeness that Gale feels, maybe he'll talk to him about it when he's sober, how much he loves his sounds and dirty talk. Gale will flush and quietly shake his head, but maybe, just maybe, he lets more of his noises escape when John is fucking him sober

#mota #clegan #buck x bucky #john egan #gale cleven #asks

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phillippadgettwrites · 23 days

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The First Time, Every Time: Shapes

Rated X / 909 words / Posted on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

The rental car breaks down an hour outside Kalispell. There’s no cell service, no streetlights, and nothing to eat beyond half a bag of sunflower seeds. An hour passes, and then two, but not a single vehicle. The boarding time for their flight comes and goes, the sun disappears behind the mountains, and they both realize that they’ll be sleeping in the car tonight.

Mulder stretches out in the passenger seat while Scully takes the back. Their breath fogs up the windows, and he can hear her teeth chattering in the sub-freezing nighttime temperature drop. Chivalry tells him to offer her his coat, maybe even his body heat, but her prickly demeanor makes him think twice.

He’s still trying to figure her out. When to give her space and when to move closer. When to challenge her and when to back off. She herself seems to be embroiled in an internal push/pull between what she knows and what she sees. What she feels and what she believes. He senses that she’s still struggling to reconcile what they encountered in Browning, turning the square peg this way and that in hopes that it can somehow fit into the round hole of science and reason. He finds her frustrating, but also fascinating. The fact that she’s beautiful is something he does his best to ignore.

He wakes with a start to Scully vigorously shaking him by the shoulder, and his initial disorientation clears away when he hears the clack of the hammer on her pistol. She heard something outside the car, she’s sure of it.

Mulder climbs into the back seat and they press their flashlights against the windows, trying to see outside. But the glass is too fogged up, and the night is too dark, and there’s no way in hell they’re going to open the doors. They sit, straining their ears, for countless minutes, their weapons resting at the ready on their respective knees. He feels Scully’s fingers bump against his leg, and he reaches over to grab her hand.

Neither of them can sleep. It’s pitch dark both inside the car and out, the benign noises of night presenting themselves as constant threats. With their weapons stashed on the floorboards they huddle together for warmth, speaking in low tones about any and everything to drown out the snapping twigs and rustling leaves that are probably nothing, but could be something.

In her overtired and cortisol infused delirium, Scully admits she worries that he finds her annoying. In his overtired and cortisol infused delirium, Mulder admits that not only does he not find her annoying, he finds her quite enjoyable. When she clucks her tongue at this, characteristically disbelieving, he proves his point by telling her that had they met another way, through mutual friends or a chance encounter at a bar, he probably would have asked her out. The stretch of silence that follows makes his stomach turn.

He hasn’t fucked in a car since he was seventeen. His body feels so much bigger, the seat backs so much more restrictive than he remembers, but the excitement is exactly the same. He cradles the back of Scully’s head to protect it from knocking up against the arm rest, one knee on the seat, one foot on the floor, and his trench billowing around them both like a makeshift blanket.

Her naked bottom half is smooth as silk, and though her legs are chilly against his hips she is molten between them and audibly wet. Aside from giving her consent she’s been mostly quiet, but when the arm Mulder is using to hold himself up grows tired and he drops down to his elbow, the change in angle seems to override her desire to be silent.

“Oh my god,” she whispers, sounding surprised, and he almost loses it right there.

They didn’t really talk about logistics, much less birth control, and as they both sail higher and higher he starts to think about what he should do with the massive amount of semen that’s about to exit his body, given how long it’s been since he took care of himself. Her upper half is still fully clothed and he’s positive she’d never forgive him for getting cum all over her blazer, but blowing his load inside her without permission may be even less forgivable.

Scully gasps, and her cunt does too. She’s blindingly tight, and whimpering despite her best efforts, and Mulder pulls out of her in a panic as his own orgasm tears through him. With no better options, he aims for the floor and jerks himself through the height of it. By the time he’s finished, Scully has wormed her way out from beneath him and he can hear the rustle of fabric as she puts her clothes back on.

A semi passes by at daybreak and Mulder runs after it, waving his arms in the air like a lunatic. It doesn’t look like it’s going to stop, but finally it eases onto the shoulder and the weary driver agrees to take them back to Browning, since he’s already headed that way.

Mulder runs back to the rental and tells Scully to gather their things. Glancing into the back seat, he sees that she’s laid a napkin out over the stain on the floor. She follows his gaze and gives him an awkward little smile and a shrug. He doesn’t expect that they’ll talk about it.

#x files fanfic #the x files #xf fic #xf fanfic #smut #xfiles

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chezzywezzy · 1 month

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Yandere Gwi-nam (3/4)

Word count: 3.7k

A hand shook her awake, and only then did she become aware of the hand tightly covering her mouth. Her eyes shot open and she scrambled for freedom but realized that it wasn’t Gwi-nam, who was across from her, sleeping in a chair.

The hand slowly removed itself and she turned her head to face whoever it was. She was met by none other than the principal, a man she had never actually met despite him being the reason she was taken in as a transfer intern from her college’s education and Korea programs.

“Listen,” he whispered,“ How is it out there? The same?”

“Probably.” The sun peaked through the blinds and she squinted. Somehow, the principal seemed to recognize her.

“Do you know how to drive?”

“Yes.”

He suddenly ruffled through his pockets, withdrawing some car keys. “My car is in the parking lot. The plate number is 7340.”

“And what about you?”

“Eh, you already owe me. I’m the one who gave you your job and this will get us away from that punk. I won’t fire you after this if you do this.”

R scoffed. “As if any of us will have a job after this.”

A snarl arose and he circled front, firmly grabbing her shoulders and shaking her vigorously. “You stupid girl! Listen to your boss or say goodbye to your paycheck —!”

The man was suddenly pulled away and thrown onto the table. It splintered, but as the principal craned his neck in terror, a knife was held against it. Gwi-nam bore his teeth at the man, on his leg leaning on the table. He leered menacingly and the man started whimpering wildly.

“What do you think you’re doing?” he growled

“Yoon Gwi-nam, listen to your principal and get off me!” the man bellowed. “I was figuring out a way for us all to escape —“

“Bullshit. You were trying to take her away from me, eh? As if. You’re coming with us to the car. I need a shield anyway.”

“N - no, Gwi-nam —“ R cried, grabbing at Gwi-nam’s shoulder.

With his free hand, he shoved her away, forcing her to fall onto the couch. The principal’s arm grabbed R’s leg desperately, but before either of them could register a next move, Gwi-nam stabbed into his arm and the principal reeled in pain. Gwi-nam kicked him off the table, watching the man grovel in agony.

“What’s wrong with you? Stay away,” the principal shouted, grabbing for a vase on the table and rising to his feet. His arm was stained red and a pool began to gather on the ground below it. R wanted to vomit from the sight, covering her mouth.

Gwi-nam scoffed, waving the knife around. Gwi-nam blocked R’s view of the principal. “Look, Mr. Principal. If this were a game,, I’d be taking down the final boss to save the princess, sir.��

Gwi-nam took a step, and the principal let out a choke of pain and fear.

The principal had horrible aim when throwing the vase, and when Gwi-nam smirked and stalked forward fearlessly, he shouted,“ R, you punk! Do something —“

Gwi-nam suddenly stepped on his throat, and the man let out a gargled cry, grasping at the foot. He leaned over with a sneer. “How dare you talk to her like that. Now, you’re going to be my human shield whether you like it or not.”

R sat frozen. She glanced over her shoulder at the window, but it seemed as though Gwi-nam read her mind without even looking at her.

“Hey, princess. Get up and go stand in that corner over there.”

R did as she was told, hugging herself as she watched Gwi-nam tie up the man. Nothing but glee was present on his face and it paralyzed her to the core.

Suddenly, the door swung open and shut. Groans emitted from beyond the doorway, and everyone turned to the perpetrator. Gwi-nam seemed to be unfazed, but R almost cried with relief when she saw her student, Cheong-san, standing there unharmed.

R ran over and clasped Cheong-san’s hands so tightly he yelped. Their attention turned back to the awkward position, and Cheong-san exclaimed,” Sir!”

“What are you doing? Grab this psychopath! There’s two of you!”

Gwi-nam grabbed the collar of his shirt and leaned down, shushing him. “Hey, Cheong-san. Come here and tie up his legs. He won’t keep still. And R, I didn’t say you could move.”

“What do you mean? What are you doing?”

Gwi-nam seemed to be baffled by the questioning, nodding toward the principal. “Come tie him up.”

“You’re finished — e -expelled! Untie me!”

Gei-nam suddenly reminded him of the threat, holding the knife at his back. Cheong-San pushed R behind him, shouting Gwi-nam's name.

“Please, don’t do it!” R pleaded.

“Don’t do what? The bastard could have killed you. He told you to go out and get his car unprotected —“

Cheong-san removed a phone from his pocket and hit record. The principal cheered him on. “Hey, I’m filming everything. Let him go or I’ll send this to the police.”

Gwi-nam stuttered,” I’m going to kill you.”

“Please stop acting like human trash. No one respects you just because you act tough.”

“I’m the head boss of this school now. Don’t you get it?”

R audibly scoffed at that which only fueled Gwi-nam’s anger. “You’re just some creep who will spend your entire life pretending you're in charge,” R spat.

Gwi-nam took a few steps toward them. “You know who’s in charge. So get back in your fucking corner.”

The principal suddenly made a run for it. Gwi-nam leaned over and sliced the knife across the principal’s throat. The man collapsed lifelessly, and R cried out. Gwi-nam had committed cold-blooded murder with no remorse and no reason. There were no zombies to escape from this time.

Gwi-nam was calm as he walked toward Cheong-san and R. “You chicken shit…” He wiped the knife on his shirt quickly. “Am I still not in charge? Am I still some loser? Everyone who doesn’t listen to me dies. Give me the phone, Cheong-san, and give R back.”

“You just killed —“

“Give me the phone!” he roared, darting at Cheong-san.

R shrieked and jumped out of the way. She grabbed at Gwi-nam’s shirt only for it to zip through her fingers. Gwi-nam slashed at Cheong-san’s head, but he ducked and fell onto the floor. The phone went skidding from Cheong-san’s hands and Gwi-nam went to reach for it.

R lifted her foot and kicked Gwi-nam, sending him flying onto the table. Cheong-san snatched the phone once more, and when he recovered, the pair took off into the hallway.

Gwi-nam was barely standing when R glanced back into the room. And despite the hallway filled with alerted zombies, the threat was somehow in human form. Cheong-San held R’s wrist tightly.

They turned a corner. Gwi-nam was hot on their tail, shouting at the top of his lungs,“ Let her go!” R glanced back, only to see a knife being flung Cheong-san’s way. R gasped, about to alert him, but the handle hit his back instead.

Cheong-San released a surprised yelp, but then a zombie came flying out of a classroom tackled Cheong-san, and sent R back against the wall. Cheong-San recovered and kept running, pocketing the phone while he was at it. Gwi-nam came to a screeching halt in front of R and dragged her with him.

R saw the hoard behind them. She pushed him away, sending him into a doorway. Gwi-nam got grabbed by a zombie and he dropped his knife once more, struggling free. R was right behind Cheong-san. They dashed down the stairs and into the library. R slammed the doors shut. However, the library was filled to the brim with zombies with just one alive student cradling himself on top of a bookshelf.

Cheong-san hopped onto the tables and made it onto the top shelf. R cried out in fear when she was snatched by a zombie. Her life flashed before her eyes as she kicked, feeling drooling teeth graze her. However, Gwi-nam once again came to her rescue and shoved the zombie away. R scrambles onto the table with her, urging her to get up.

Meanwhile, Cheong-san was shoved from the top shelf. Gwi-nam made the leap and grabbed the other student, cursing and tossing him off. He swiftly urged R to climb onto it, zombies in hot pursuit.

Gwi-nam glanced back at Cheong-san, suddenly clutching R by the collar. “You stay right here, dammit, or I’ll kill you!”

R was hardly in a state to disagree with that sentiment, watching as zombies pooled around the shelf. Gwi-nam resumed his crazed chase after Cheong-san, and although R wanted to help him greatly, she didn’t know how.

Both men managed to climb on top of the bookshelves. They halted, glaring one another down.

“Give me the phone,” Gwi-nam ordered.

“You killed someone, you murderer.”

“You made me kill him.”

“You crazy bastard.”

Gwi-nam rose menacingly, and as they jumped from shelf to shelf, R realized Cheong-san was coming directly at her. She squealed and made herself as small as possible. However, that never happened, as Gwi-nam tackled Cheong-san and sent him off the shelves.

It was a game of cat and mouse and Cheong-san climbed up once more and tackled Gwi-nam. They wrestled as zombies crowded below them. Cheong-san slammed the overhead light into Gwi-nam, yet it was Gwi-nam who ended up dangling Cheong-san off the edge.

“Beg for your life,” he rasped.

“Screw you,” Cheong-san spat.

Gwi-nam chuckled, landing a few more punches on Cheong-san and grabbing the phone. And somehow, a few moments later, he ended up with the phone stabbing his eye. R gasped as she watched, but realized then that all the zombies were around them. And although Cheong-san was her student, she had a chance to escape the hell. Cheong-san could handle himself.

As R quietly climbed down, her last moment with her eyes on the pair was spent seeing Gwi-nam being sent to the zombies below. R couldn’t bare to listen, and Cheong-san stood there and watched. As R made her grand escape, she saw that Cheong-san was heading toward the exit.

Recalling Ms. Park’s broadcast from earlier, she booked it to the broadcasting room, hoping Cheong-san would do the same when he got out —

Yet something made her pause at the steps, the hallways vacant. She heard Cheong-san cry out for help, and her feet made the choice for her. Zombies were crowding around a shelf.

“Hey, zombies! Fresh meat over here!” R shouted from the entrance. And just like that, the monsters’ attention shifted from the trapped student and chased in pursuit.

R was beyond frightened as she clambered up the steps. All she could think about was the broadcasting room. And as she turned a corner, she saw it. “Ms. Park!” she shrieked. “It’s me! Let me in!”

The door swung open and she was grabbed into the room. From pure relief, as she saw a group of students — and perhaps from exhaustion — she passed out in the arms of a student.

Life suddenly came into Gwi-nam’s eyes. He sat up, groaning coarsely. As he inspected a tear in his shirt, he recognized the bite mark on his torso and knew there were far more he probably wasn’t looking at.

“Did I die…? Am I fucking dead?”

A zombie suddenly raced toward him, and the man curled up into a ball. However, no attacks ever came. He sat up once more, stunned by the immunity. He rose to his feet as the zombies once more grew disinterested.

He stumbled before regaining his movement. When he stood in front of a mirror, he saw the damage that had befallen his face as it was. He clicked his tongue, recognizing that he felt nothing.

The memories hit. “Cheong-san, you son of a bitch. I’ll kill you. I’ll gouge your eyes out. I know you have her.”

His first goal was to find a fresher, cleaner set of clothes and to wash himself off. He knew how OCD R was, and zombie blood was not the most sanitary. He pulled on a clean jacket.

He muttered to himself,“ What the hell? This means… I’m in heaven.”

Anger rose within. “Hey, Cheong-san! Give her back!”

The man kept walking, fists clenched. And despite being alive, a hunger grew in his belly. There was nothing more than to eat Cheong-san’s flesh. Except for his desire to take R as his own for good.

~~~

“Su-hyeok…?” R rasped, eyes blinking open.

“She’s alive!” Dae-su shouted, and much happy clammer went on. Su-hyeok took a step back from R, who had been lying down on the ground with a coat under her. R sat up, wondering just how long she had been out for. The sun was in the sky, although she recalled it just starting to set when she arrived at the broadcasting room.

“Ms. R, are you ok?” Su-hyeok asked while the classmates gathered around her.

“As good as I’ll ever be… Where’s Cheong-san?”

“Cheong-san?” On-jo chirped immediately. “Did you see him?”

“Y - yes — he saved me from Gwi-nam, that psychopath. We got stuck in the library, and when I escaped, I called the zombies after me so he could get out. Did he come here?”

“No, but that means he has to be alive!” On-jo proclaimed, on the verge of tears.

“Where is Ms. Park? I don’t see her,” R mumbled in concern after having thoroughly scouted the room.

A deafening silence covered the room. That was all R needed to know before she bowed her head in grief. Instead of shedding tears, she felt numb. It was somehow more relieving to have the certainty of her death, unlike the many co-workers, friends, and students that she knew nothing about.

“But we know Cheong-san is safe,” Su-hyeok said. “There has to be a way to find him.”

“What about the drones in the science lab?” On-jo piped up.

And thus, a plan to regroup ensued. As spaced out as R was from the trauma of the last two days, she was grateful to be amongst sane individuals once more. But when she closed her eyes, unaware of the plotting that surrounded her, she could see only Gwi-nam’s crazed expression.

It satisfied her to know the man who had tormented her for months was dead and could never hurt anyone again.

It wasn’t before long that R was awoken by a high-pitched blaring. She immediately covered her ears, as did the rest of the bunch. She finally stood when the sound died down, walking over to the table. She was given a brief recap of the plan, and R’s heart bounced with delight. The idea of escaping this hellhole was beyond exciting.

And thus, she was more than happy to join the excursion. As they prepared with weaponry, R decided to discard her hair tie, which was tugging at her roots horribly and giving her a headache She set it on the desk and grabbed a metal stick. With that, after the coast was clear, they made a run for it.

~~~

As Gwi-nam panted and slammed the door open, he observed the empty broadcasting room. “Shit,” he muttered, a scowl growing as he sniffed the lingering smell of humans. And yet, one scent was the most distinct: R had been there.

Gwi-nam slammed his fist into the wall, leaving a dent and chipped wallpaper. He went in, glancing about. The smell led to a small hair tie next to a whiteboard. A desperate hunger consumed him as he snatched it up and sniffed it wildly. His nose twitched with the sweet aroma.

Before Gwi-nam became too lost in thought, he shoved the hair tie into his pocket. Only then did he notice the whiteboard’s contents. A smile grew as he exited the room, knowing exactly where to go. Clutching the sharp blade in his hands, he stalked down the hallway.

And that’s when he heard it. The grunting of a familiar classmate of his, Su-hyeok. He had been tackled by a zombie, and thus, Gwi-nam disposed of the zombie immediately. He inspected the blade and was somewhat displeased by the blood splatter on his fresh new jacket.

“You moron. You let that loser get you?” he tsked in irritation.

Su-hyeok stood, horrified as he recalled the story R had told him. “Thanks,” he replied, playing it dumb.

“Of course. I saved your life. Where’s R?”

“R?” Su-hyeok parroted. “Why do you ask?”

“I need to find her. Cheong-san took her.”

“What do you mean?”

“I need to find R.”

Su-hyeok glanced over the man. “You’re hurt. Are you okay?”

“I’m good. I’m so fucking good. Tell me where R is.”

Gwi-nam was losing his patience and it was showing. Su-hyeok hoped to stall if only to save R and the rest of the group from Gwi-nam.

“I don’t know where she is.”

Gwi-nam’s expression darkened instantly. “That’s right — you always did play the hero, eh? Even now, you’re a filthy fucking liar to feel like you’re better than me. But you can’t do that anymore.”

Gwi-nam swung the knife at Su-hyeok, but the man ducked under and tackled Gwi-nam. Although trapped against the rail, Gwi-nam was able to push Su-hyeok away with ease. Su-hyeok stumbled back but kicked him once more, only for Gwi-nam to catch the foot and said Su-hyeok down the stairs.

Su-hyeok stumbled back to his feet, on edge about Gwi-nam’s next attack. Gwi-nam’s body language gave away that he was about to sprint toward him. Su-hyeok changed the balance in his step, prepared —

“Gwi-nam, stop!”

The man had been ready to charge, but immediately froze, eyes widening. Su-hyeok took the opportunity to tackle Gwi-nam, who grunted. The knife slid from his grasp and tumbled down the stairs. R gasped, and that was all the motivation Gwi-nam needed to land a hard punch to Su-hyeoks jaw, sending him flying into the wall. His back thudded harshly.

Gwi-nam stumbled to his feet, hyperventilating. R was standing but a few feet away, trembling as she hugged herself. A tear slid down her cheek as the pair maintained eye contact.

“R,” he breathed.

“Gwi-nam, please — just stop this nonsense! I’ll do anything —“

Su-hyeok tackled him. Suddenly, Nam-ra was beside me. Su-hyeok was thrown right into a wall by Gwi-nam with such superhuman strength that only a bodybuilder could achieve. Nam-ra screamed, tackling Gwi-nam, but he did not falter. Instead, he slammed her into the wall to force her off, biting deeply into her forearm. R’s pleas fell on deaf ears.

Gwi-nam approached R, watching as the two students behind him reeled in pain. R took a few steps back, ending up against a window. Gwi-nam towered over her. R’s hands clutched the window sill, eyes still pleading for freedom.

R expected hell to descend on her. Instead, his arms wrapped around her waist tightly and he buried his face in the crook of her neck. R felt his deep sniffs and hums of satisfaction. “Are you hungry?” Gwi-nam mumbled.

“Y - yes.”

“Thirsty?”

“Yes.”

“Hm. That won’t do.”

Su-hyeok had stood during his questioning. He motioned with his hand to move out of the way. R pushed at his chest. “P - please, Gwi-nam. You’re covered in blood, it’s…”

Gwi-nam hummed and released her, eyeing her up and down. He had a pleased, calm expression. Nothing was threatening about his demeanor.

Su-hyeok ran at Gwi-nam. R leaped out of the way, watching as Su-yeaok sent Gwi-nam flying out the window. A shard of glass cut into R’s arm, but compared to her other wounds, it felt numb in comparison. Blood pooled to the floor as the group regained composure.

R watched the twitching body below before casting her gaze away. They were interested in making it to the music room sooner rather than later. R was mortified; Gwi-nam had to have died, and yet, by some means, he hadn’t. The man had a will to survive. And after escaping a hoard, a fall might not have done the trick.

R pushed the thought from her mind. The rest of the run to the music room was simple — or as simple as it got during a zombie apocalypse — and Cheong-san was safe and sound.

R panted and leaned against a wall. The entire group was recuperating as On-jo was giving Cheong-san a mouthful. However, Cheong-san seemed rather dissociated as his eyes flickered over the group before pausing at R.

“Ms. R…!” Cheong-san exclaimed. “You’re safe!”

R would not have expected the student to run over and give her a tight, relieved hug. Everyone was catching up and chattering as R returned the hug. R pushed him back, somehow feeling like herself for the first time since the apocalypse began. She glared, eyeing him over.

“Are you hurt? Why didn’t you run to the broadcasting room?” R chitted irritatedly.

Cheong-san looked alarmed and embarrassed. “I was trying to! The zombies had me stuck here. It’s not like I could help it.”

R sighed, glancing over the room. A few of Cheong-san’s classmates snickered, which was returned with a glare. However, his eyes were fixated on Nam-ra’s arm.

“Hey, Prez,” Cheong-san barked. “Were you bit? That’s a bite mark, eh?”

All attention turned to Nam-ra, who was innocently sitting at a desk. Nam-ra had yet to turn, and as R knew the situation, she immediately walked over to Nam-ra and grabbed her arm, inspecting the bite.

“Gwi-nam wasn’t a zombie though,” R spoke up, dropping Nam-ra’s arm. “She was bit by Gwi-nam —“

“I saw Gwi-nam get eaten!” Cheong-san piped up. “He had to have been a zombie!”

“No, Gwi-nam was talking to us and interacting. He didn’t turn,” Su-hyeok defended. “Nam-ra won’t turn because Gwi-nam wasn’t a zombie —“

“But how could he not be? R, you saw it, too! I’m not lying!”

“What if neither of you are lying?” On-jo suddenly spoke up. “There’s no reason for either of you to lie, so… What if Gwi-nam is immune? That happens in the movies.”

“Eh, On-jo might be right. Nam-ra would have turned by now, but she hasn’t,” said Dae-su.

The debate continued, although R stumbled back and clasped at a desk. On-jo’s words frightened her to the core. It had to be true, and if it was, Gwi-nam wouldn’t stop hunting them. They had to escape.

“H - hey!” R shouted, causing silence to fall. “Let’s stop arguing and get moving. If it’s true and Gwi-nam is immune, he will be looking for us.”

“How? There are zombies everywhere and the music is gone,” Dae-su groaned.

And that inspired On-jo’s plan. The desks and chairs began to stack.

#yandere #x reader #x y/n #self insert #yandere x reader #aouad #aouad x reader #gwinam #all of us are dead

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archivedzeke · 1 year

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can i request something with tengen and cunnilingus, mayhaps? 👀

AFAB ! TEGEN UZUI

warnings ! top m reader , cunnilingus , dirty talk , twitter link (✩)

tegen would never deny you the request of eating his cunt. anyway you wanted it , he’d give it to you. that’s how you both ended up like this now.

you preferred when he let you eat it from the back when he was full of your cum. you could always take the chance of grabbing a handful of his thick ass.

the way he was naturally able to arch his back and present his ass for you was astounding. his plump tits pressed firmly against the ground while he waved his ass for you , practically enticing and begging you to tongue fuck pussy until he came.

you loved to start out with him on his knees , face-down into the mattress , eating it from the back and prying his big thighs apart to make room for your face until he collapses.

spitting on his cunt every time his juices leaked into your mouth and using your tongue to fuck it back into him. you were fucking disgusting.

when you then get in between tegen’s legs and go to work on his cunt , pressing kisses up his thighs as he spreads his knees apart obediently , allowing you to lift his legs up to rest atop your own broad shoulders.

tegen is a sucker for your head and you were an absolute menace when it came to eating his pussy the way you wanted to. you’d tease him.

first , your teeth grazing his skin , nipping and sinking into soft flesh until red bite marks indent the fat of his thighs , staking a claim on what is rightfully yours. “stop teasin’ damnit ! please”

and you do. you would never refuse your lover. your technique drives him mad , you can’t get enough of him. his taste , his smell , the way his thighs shake as if he was already close to cumming.

tengen would be lying if he said he didn’t love how you ate him out like a starved man. the sexy way his eyes rolled into the back of his own head as you sucked on his engorged clit with lustful vigor. you seemed obsessed with making tegen cum. how he would grind his cunt into his mouth while asking for more. fuck the sight was heavenly.

you had a cruel tongue , sucking and slurping at your clit while two blunt fingertips press against the puffy swell of his cunt , sinking between swollen lips just to keep him satiated until you pushed your tongue inside. making him cum from just his clit was a priority first.

his essence would coat the lower half of your face , a small ring of white cum forming around your fingers as tegen finds himself clenching around the digits.

the pulsing of his sticky walls around your finger before he cums all over them and you find your self pulling away from his clot to lick them clean.

the moment you find yourself diving into your tongue first into his drenched pussy is when you know you’re to far gone. you moaned , his thighs tense and shaking around your head as his fingers found their way to your hair.

“fuck yeah . . ngh. keep eating my pussy love”you’re sloppy but precise, burying your face in his cunt and lapping up his mess , drooling all over his box and gripping his thighs , smothering yourself with his puffy pussy.

fuck breathing at the moment. you want him to cream all over your tongue until he couldn’t remember his own name. swirling the appendage and dipping it further into his minge. his cum and your salvia gushing out from around your tongue.

“j-just like that love. . . oh yess !” , tegen found himself moving his hips against your mouth , pelvis working overtime just to feel you more.

your nose nudges his clit and tegen grinds against your face , dragging his pussy against your lips which causes you to groan in encouragement , a low sound that send vibrations straight to tengen’s cord and he whimpers on his own accord.

you start to eat tegen with more earnest , alternating between the flicking of your tongue over the swollen bundle of nerves at the apex of his hot sex and laving the flat of his tongue over the plump folds.

“shit love ! your t-tongue feel ssssooo good” your grip on tegen is firm , keeping him in place so that you could fasten your lips to his cunt and suck. you know he’ll pull away from the pleasure.

“m’ g’nna cum !”

tegen’s dirty talk was unmatched. fuck his words could make you bust alone. you push two finger in along side your tongue , moving the digits at a separate pace of your tongue. you curl them , pressing into that soft spot deep in his carnal slick pussy.

“fu-fuck. . . oh fucking god ! right there !” tegen tenses , clenching around your thick fingers as your nose continues to graze the throbbing bundle of nerves more

“i’m cumming ! fuck i’m cumming baby !” — with each stroke and stretch of your movements , a shot of heat and tegen’s back arched off the bed , broken whimpers and sobs leaving his throat as the grip on your scalp becomes harder.

he falls off the edge with a sob , pussy clenching and spasming as white hot pleasure paints his mind. you pulls your fingers out and still your tongue, shoving it further into his pussy to catch every ounce of his delicious release—not a drop was to go to waste.

𝗰𝘃𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘇𝗲𝗸𝗲™

#top male reader #dom male reader #afab tegen uzui #tegen uzui #demon slayer #tegen demon slayer #uzuitengen #bottom uzui #demon slayer x male reader #'📁 ★ 〔pretty boy files〕 ՚՚#cvnt nsfw. . .♡

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tarantulasnot · 1 year

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☆ A continuation of my thirst ☆

Lucifer was simply too pretty. Even when he got overworked with his stressful job serving the prince of the devildom, he was pretty. Those eyebags were something that only he could pull off so majestically. However, you, as the attendant, had your own duty. To keep the brothers doing their best.

Lucifer can't do that if he's under so much stress now can he?

It all starts with a knock on his office door. "Lucifer," you call to him through the separation, waiting for some kind of reply. Unfortunately, you only get a sad grunt to ease your worries. With cautious steps, you slip inside of his office, noticing the stacks of paperwork surrounding him. "Oh dear, what are they doing to you?" You ask when you approach him. His hair's a mess, and his eyes speak volumes for his restlessness. "Nothing, my love." The eldest slips his glasses off to rub the bridge of his nose, "I'm just doing my job."

Your eyebrows furrow in concern, and you slip into his lap. "Have you taken any breaks at least?" Gentle hands go to the side of his face to make him look at you, but it's clear what the answer is when he avoids your gaze. "You haven't taken one at all have you? You know that's not good for you."

Lucifer is quick to dismiss your doting. With a sigh, he raises his hands to grasp your hips, "I'm sorry," He mutters, pressing a kiss to your lips. It works almost every time when he kisses you so lovingly. His own little tactic to make you falter and give in to his wishes.

It won't work this time though.

As soon as his lips touch yours, a hand goes to the back of his head to keep him close to you. Lucifer gasps at the sudden movement, but he's equally as quick to melt into your touch.

Just like that... in an instant, his tactic is used against him.

Gloved hands grip your hips a little tighter as you deepen the kiss. Your teeth nip at his bottom lip, and as if on reflex, he willingly pops it open, letting your tongue slip over his and push it inside. The way he whimpers against the wet muscle gliding over his own is enough to have you starting to drip through your panties. Sadly, you have to pull away because of a cockblocker called oxygen. "I think now's a good time to take a break, yes?"

And oh, how divine Lucifer looks. He's always been rather submissive. Yet now? His chest is heaving with aroused breath, lips pulled between his teeth, all plump and shiny from your combined saliva. You can feel him already hardening beneath your thighs.

"I'll take that as a yes, then?" There was no reason for you to ask that question. You already knew the answer. And as if he needed to make it more clear, he squeezes your thighs again so he can hump his growing arousal against you. The action alone has him squealing, unable to control himself as he ruts against you, sliding your hips over the seam of his slacks.

"Oh you can't help yourself can you darling?"

Normally, he would be telling you off about saying something so vulgar. But now, he digs his face into your shoulder, stifling his moans as he humps you like some kind of desperate mutt.

"Please..." He whimpers, crying out when you start moving your hips along with him. His hands start shaking, and he thrusts upwards with more vigor. Applying more pressure with every time you come over the peak of his tent, his quiet whimpers turn into cries, pleading with you. "Please, please -" He whines as you grab his hair and pull it backward, his hips stuttering at the pain. Gorgeous ruby eyes squeezing shut with as you lick the shell of his ear. "You need to use your words, Luci."

In that same sentence, you slide your other hand over his chest to play with the nipples already poking through his shirt. As soon as your fingers find them, he begs high in his throat. "Oh! Fuck- just like that... please!" His eyes start watering when your pads pinch and tug on his poor bud through his shirt. "Touch me- please..."

"Oh, but aren't I already touching you?" Those lips of yours kiss his jaw, down his neck as you start to get on your knees. "Or does my boy want something more?"

"Yes, I- ohh f-fuck!" The way your hand suddenly comes down to press the heel of your palm against his boner elicits a squeak from him. The pressure hurts a little, but God if it didnt hurt so damn good. "Something like this, maybe?"

He nods, "More than that please," Gloved hands move from your hips to the armrests, his hips continuing to push against your hips. "Please-"

Suddenly, you hear a knock at the door and a booming voice call out to Lucifer. "May I come in? I have something to discuss with you."

(I know it's mid so far it gets better here 😭)

Quickly, you get him properly adjusted from the waist up, quickly ducking under the desk. Lucifer looks from you, to the dark spot forming in his pants, back to the door. "Let him in." You whisper.

And in that moment Lucifer knew he was done for. Yet even so, in his most composed voice he answers, "Yes, come in Diavolo."

From under the desk you have full access to his cock, it's twitching under his pants as Diavolo steps inside, and you wonder if this is doing something for him. The risk of getting caught?

Diavolo takes a seat across from Lucifer, and he can smell you. He can sense you under that flimsy desk and he lives for it. "So, I wanted to bring up a proposition about the future of RAD." The prince devours the sight of Lucifer so nervously darting his eyes down every now and then, his elbows supporting his weight, and the fingers interlocked to hold his chin shaking.

With Diavolo's words, you kiss Lucifer's bulge, gently running your tongue over the zipper. Your hands run up and down his thighs, watching how his breath hitches as he tries to hide his reactions. But it's to no avail.

Lucifer can feel Diavolo's eyes peering into him, and maybe it's the way your hands are dangerously close to his raging boner, or maybe it's the way the prince's eyes are giving him a knowing look that drives him insane, but with every passing second, the Lord's words become less and less tangible. Lucifer wants to beg you to stop, but he knows better than to do it in front of a soon to be king, which he is still hoping against hope doesn't realize what's happening.

Or maybe, he doesn't want you to stop at all.

Your hands undo his zipper and you pull down his pants and boxers just enough to let him spring free. Already, you spit in your hand to lube up the palm so it doesn't chafe him.

It takes everything in Diavolo not to lose his shit the minute he smells Lucifer's arousal waft through the air, your own drifting with him. His legs have to cross, so his erection won't be too obvious. Yet he can practically feel the need you two are sharing under his skin.

Lucifer is trembling. After such a long time of no contact, your hand on him feels like heaven, and he thinks he's going to go insane. Then, he feels your mouth wrap around his tip, suckling him while you stroke him faster. "hmngh- Oohh~!" Lucifer has to cough after letting out such a sound, but even then, it's a dominoe effect. One moan leads to so many more until he can't help it. His legs tremble as you start sucking him down all the way and he can't help the moans that escape him. Completely disregarding Diavolo's presence as he bucks into your throat. He practically wails as you play with his balls, gently fondling them and lifting them upwards.

You pull off his cock, stroking him fast and pulling one of his sacks into your mouth. "Such a slutty dick you have." Your finger taps the slit of his cock, relishing in the way his pre cum sticks to your digit. "It's practically drooling for me. Or maybe it's drooling for Diavolo?"

At first, the man was amused by Lucifer's sudden desperation, but as soon as those words leave your mouth, you see his legs in front of you, sitting on Lucifer's desk as he presses his lips to his.

His big hands take up half of Lucifer's face and he brings one of the fallen angel's hands down to brush against his erection, and immediately Lucifer's eyes roll back. "Mmngh! Mnf-!" He whines into Diavolo's mouth, palming the Lord's arousal and humping against your hand.

"He likes having his nipples played with." And Diavolo swallows this information like a parched man. You take Lucifer back in your mouth as Diavolo practically tears through the poor man's shirt and pushes his tongue further into Lucifer's mouth.

And God it's making him lose his mind. Your mouth absolutely swallowing his dick down to the base and Diavolo's bug calloused hands teasing and twisting his nipples while the Lord's tongue bullies its way down his throat has him dizzy. "More..." He whines through the kiss, fumbling to bring down Diavolo's pants. He gets it eventually and the sheer size has Lucifer going insane. "I need it- I'm gonna..." He separates from the kiss, leaning down to start sucking on Diavolo's cock, licking a stripe up the side and slobbering on it like a whore.

"The poor boy can't think about anything but your cock Diavolo." You coo, and you hear Diavolo growl deep in his throat at your words, petting Lucifer's hair. "You should see how much he's leaking into my mouth, I bet he wants your cock to split his pretty throat open, don't you baby?" You slap his thigh, continuing to suck him all the way to the base, and at the same time Diavolo pushes Lucifer's head down to bully his way into the desperate demon's throat. and the keen the poor man let's out is absolutely heavenly. Immediately, cum spurts out of Lucifer's tip, he's crying on Diavolo's cock when you don't stop. Ruby eyes meet gold ones as he continues to stretch his jaw around the girth of the Lord.

"Fuck, so pretty taking my cock like this..." Diavolo can't help but brush the hair out of Lucifer's face.

I got lazy oopsies

@sweeneyblue1 @3xv5s

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head so empty only thinking about the reader and ethan (consensually!) tying up chad and using him for their pleasure

omg sorry it took so long to get this out bb but this……. this right here forever in my brain 🤭

Caught up in your ties

Word Count: 4.2k

Pairing- Chad Meeks x f!reader x Ethan Landry

Summary- Chad lets you and Ethan tie him up.

Warnings- mmf, bondage, mommy kink (used once), penetration, bdsm themes, dirty talk kinda, hint of mlm sex, voyeurism,

A/N- this is kinda more Chad x Y/n centered when it comes to penetration and stuff i would have wrote more but this has been in my drafts forever and i wasn’t coming up with anything sorry :/

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“And you're sure this is safe?” Chad asks for the tenth time confirming his nervousness, you secure the rope around his hands making sure it's tight so he can’t move them but loose enough so he still has circulation. You and Ethan settle in front of him and you smile gently at him. “Of course love.” You reply, patting the side of his face.

Chad was only in his gray boxers and he had rope tied along his arms, his chest and his hands bound behind his back, now you actually have use of all those years in girl scouts. “Now, that's what you call art.” you say, biting your bottom lip, you look at your masterpiece relishing in the fact he’s all yours and Ethans. You turn to Ethan making it seem you didn’t wanna pay anymore attention to Chad which he obviously didn’t like the way he clicked his teeth. Cradling Ethans soft face in your hands giving his cheeks a soft squeeze, his usual chocolate brown eyes now almost black with lust.

Your hands creep up ypur finger brushing through his curls, rubbing his scalp before giving his head a harsh tug, his head tilted back and his jaw dropped as a groan escaped his throat then catching him by surprise you lips slammed into his, your tongue vigorously fighting against each other as your lips slide together. Out the corner of your eye you could see Chad, his arms strained against the restraints making the veins in his arms visible just as much as the hard on in his boxer fighting to get out.

You pull Ethans hair again, pulling him from the kiss as you bite his lip before letting it go, he looks between you and Chad. His face, now flustered and red was adorable as his eyes held nothing but admiration for you both, he would do anything for you two, he loved you as he need the oxygen he needs to breath, how he feels he would rip the skin off of his bones if it meant one more day with you, he would never love anyone as much as he loves you.

You now turn to Chad and your hand finds the waistband of his boxers, your eyes never leaving his as your delicate hands slides into his boxers, grabbing his length and giving it a few strokes that make him bite back a groan. You pull his hard cock out watching as it twitches in your hands as you give him a satisfying tug every so often, satisfying enough to leave him wanting more and not being able to get it.

You start to jerk him off and turn to Ethan who's eyes couldn't go any wider as he watched his partners. You glance down at his pants as you work your arm on Chad as see his boner get even bigger and you smile. ''Wanna touch yourself baby?'' You ask and he shakes his head immediately and you nod. He undoes his belt and unbuttons his pants sliding them down his muscular thighs and to the floor his boxers right after his boxers finally letting his cock out of its confinements.

He waits to see what you're going to do next and as you get up and take your small shorts off showing your pink panties off and Ethan smiles as you take them off and hand them to him.

Wrapping your legs around Chad's legs you'll reach for his cock and position his girthy tip under your aching hole. You sink down onto him and you look over to Ethan who grippied the tip of his cock with your panties squeezing it. If there was one thing Ethan loved to do it was watching. (crazy ass)

Sliding down onto Chad till his balls sat snugly against your ass. You rocked your hips against his cock moving within you, your head tilted back as you hit the same spot over and over again. And then you lifted up, thrusting yourself on him.

You could feel the way he pulsed inside you and the way his jaw clenched and brows pulled in. And then you stop your hand between you two circling your clit waiting a few seconds for his orgasm to dull down.

You started moving again hands now playing with your tits, Ethan moaned at the scene and ypu turned to him, his cock painfully hard in his hand giving hard strokes, you hump against Chad and give Ethan sweet prasies about how adorable he looks fucking himself, how pretty his cock was.

Ethan along with Chad both came at the same time, Chad's sperm filled you to the brim and your paintes soaked with Ethans. You fucked yourself on Chad still even as his cock become overstimulated. “Ethan, baby.” You breathlessly say. “Come give mommy a hand.” You say and Ethan sheepishly smiles as he shifts closer bringing his thick fingers to your clit.

“F…fuck.”

Chad was nothing but a mess as he cums once again inside of you. Ethans fingers work mercilessly on your clit giving just enough pressure. And then an electric current runs through your nerves, your body convulsed as the orgasm overtook you. You could see into another dimension, the orgasm was never ending, it was euphoric.

After you cooled down you lifted yourself off of Chad who no doutablely wanted to fuck the thoughts out of both yours amd Ethans head right now.

“Let me out.” He says in a voice that sends shivers down your spine and you only send a mischievous smile.

“No can do babe,” you begin looking down at Ethans cock that was now fully hard again from seeing you and chad cum. “You see, Ethan needs some help.” Chad bites his lip as he sees Ethans length and a challenge sparks in both your eyes.

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