#his poor cock has been waiting for literal hours

[obitohno]

thinking about coming home from work and sneaking beneath the covers to touch yourself, knowing full-well that as soon as bakugo finishes his patrol, he’s going to absolutely ravage you for the lewd photos that you dared to send him during your lunch break

[todorkihoe]

pairing: gojo satoru x reader

content warnings: solo (m) masturbation, pathetic man uses pocket p*ssy

thinking about satoru who has never taken the time to learn how to please himself. he's somewhat of a spoiled brat, honestly. there’s no reason for him to learn how to please himself when you’re around, always willing to do that for him. and it’s never caused him any problems.

at least until you leave for a week-long solo mission.

he’s fine the first few days, it’s not like he’ll die without your hand squeezing and fisting his cock, without having you wrapped around him every night. but he’s starting to get just a little antsy, a little on edge, pent up. talking to you on the phone gets him all hot and bothered like it never has before. the sound of your sweet voice through the phone goes straight to his cock, which hardens painfully in his pants.

so on the 5th night of your absence, he quite literally takes matters into his own hands and attempts to recreate the pleasure you bring him. and he fails; miserably.

poor, poor 'toru spends hours pumping his swollen cock, nearly sobbing because he’s been unintentionally edging himself the whole time. he tries everything to get himself off but none of it works. his skin burns, damp with sweat, and oh so sensitive..but he just can't reach that peak.

he falls asleep late that night with the need for release still aching inside him and his cock still terribly hard between his legs.

the next day he tries to rationalize with himself, saying in his head that it’s only a couple more days before you’re home. time that could be measured in hours. but that voice works for all of another couple hours and that's how gojo satoru, strongest jujutsu sorcerer, finds himself in a sex shop with his white hair poorly concealed by a baseball cap and his eyes by sunglasses.

satoru avoids the eyes of the annoyingly extroverted cashier behind the counter who's offering help and guidance. as he walks through the aisles, still aching below the belt, he finally finds something that catches his eye.

a pocket pussy of all things.

with only slightly shaky hands he picks up the box to inspect, relieved that the lube is included, lest he have to spend any more time than necessary searching for some in this store. and with a red face, he throws down the cash for the item and practically sprints out with it.

approximately 30 minutes later he's back in bed, hips furiously fucking up into the silicone with his pretty eyes closed, trying to imagine you bouncing on top of him. filthy, wet squelches from the lube and his precum, and the sounds of his desperate, whiny moans fill the room.

he babbles mindlessly to himself, a cacophony of "f-fuck!" and "mmm" and "ohh-hh" as he pumps himself into a blissful haze. he finally starts to feel that tightening in his abdomen as that delicious high gets closer and closer-

and it's gone. opening his eyes and seeing a distinct lack of you managed to bring him right back down. satoru throws his head back with a loud, frustrated whine as he keeps grinding, tears starting to form in the corners of his pretty eyes, and then he hears it.

the sound of the front door opening accompanied by your voice calling his name. back early from your mission, his saving grace.

and ever the spoiled brat, satoru discards the worthless toy onto the floor and props himself up against the headboard, cock leaking against his abdomen and waiting for you to come take care of him, as always.

[samaraxmorgan]

Your Roommate Sukuna

“That Time I Gave Him Covid”

Modern no curse AU, Sukuna X Reader

Synopsis: This housing crisis sure is no joke huh? Rent is just too expensive to live alone, so you put out a listing for a roommate and ended up living with none other than the tattooed bad boy Ryomen Sukuna! This is part of a series of drabbles and oneshots showing glimpses into you and Sukuna’s living situation!!

Contains: pure fluff, Sukuna makes you watch The Human Centipede but nothing is described in detail, pining at the end but he’s in denial

Word Count: 1.08k

Series Masterlist - My Full Masterlist

Look, a day off is nice, and a few days off could be a real treat, under just about any other circumstances. You’re sitting at the kitchen table, sipping coffee that you didn’t even need to add sugar to because the bitter taste can’t affect you when you literally can’t taste it.

You noticed the symptoms a couple hours ago, scratchy throat, can’t taste, can’t smell; you had an extra Covid test under the kitchen sink since you bought a two pack a couple months ago, and unsurprisingly you tested positive. And now you’re stuck in your little apartment for a week, trapped in the confined space with your oversized roommate who’s going to be just thrilled to hear the news.

He’s literally gonna kill me.

As if on cue, you could hear Sukuna’s footsteps thumping down the stairs, his eyes meeting yours as he turned the corner and a look of confusion spreading across his face.

“Don’t you have a job?”

You snort, oh he’s not gonna like this, “I’ve got bad news bud.”

“Don’t ever call me that again.” He shoots you a glare as walks into the kitchen, pulling a glass out of the cabinet.

You roll your eyes, a sheepish grin creeping at the corners of your lips as you prop your cheek onto the palm of your hand, “We have Covid.”

“Who’s we?” He doesn’t even look at you, his back facing you as he pulls a carton of milk out from the fridge and fills the glass.

Even though he can’t see it, you give him a quizzical look, “We literally live together? My germs are all over the place.”

He turns around, leaning his back against the kitchen counter and looking down at you in your seat with a nonchalant expression, “I’ve got a good immune system,” He brings the glass up to his lips and takes a sip, “I’m fine.”

You know he’s full of shit, cocky bastard can’t genuinely think he’s above getting sick, right? You look up at him dumbfounded as he casually sips his glass of milk, he’s got a completely blank expression.

When’s the last time we even bought milk? That has to have been sitting for a while now. Oh, oh wait…

Hah, yeah he’s so full of shit. He cocks a brow at the smirk you didn’t realize had grown across your face.

“What’s so funny, brat?”

“How’s the milk taste?”

He shrugs, clicking his tongue in his mouth, “Fine.”

“When did it expire?”

“It didn’t,” He raises the glass to his nose and smells it with no changes in his expression, he picks the carton up and turns his wrist to read the back of it, “It’s good ‘til-”

He stops himself short, his mouth dropping into a small surprised oh, you can’t even attempt to suppress the giggle that escapes you.

You let your arms slide down outstretched across the kitchen table, your cheek pressed against the smooth wood, “I guess we’re quarantine buddies.”

“I’m gonna fuckin’ kill you.”

I figured as much.

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Your face is buried in your hands, shielding your poor, absolutely tortured eyes from the TV. Eerie music with muffled screams and maniacal laughter emit from the speakers and fill the room as Sukuna outstretches his leg to reach your side of the couch, prodding at your arm with his foot.

“You’re not even watching.”

“This is horrible.”

“This is payback.”

You peek through your fingers, immediately wanting to gag at his disgusting movie choice. The Human Centipede, really? He’s watching it so casually, somehow managing to have the stomach to eat popcorn as well, albeit most of the popcorn has been tossed into your hair from when he caught you squeezing your eyes shut during the teeth pulling scene. Now that was brutal.

“Can we please watch something else? Anything?” You whine into your hands.

“I’ve got the DVD for Cannibal Holocaust.”

You let out an exasperated sigh, flopping your head backward onto the couch cushion.

It’s gonna be a long week.

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“Woman, how in god's name do I move?”

“You click where you want to go, and,” You lean forward and tap your finger onto your laptop's screen, “Click here.”

“That’s so fucking stupid.” He grumbles under his breath.

You roll your eyes but to be honest, you’re impressed he was actually willing to play one of your games. It seems the last few days of being stuck together have broken him down a bit, and now you’re leaning against his arm watching him attempt to maneuver around The Sims on your laptop.

Sukuna lets out a frustrated groan, “This game sucks, you can’t even kill people.”

You draw back in surprise, “Have you never played Sims before?”

He turns his head towards you, looking completely baffled that you’d even ask, “No? Obviously.”

Oh he’s in for a treat.

Within an hour he’s drowned 4 people, burned down someone’s mansion, got a call to come meet a child that he didn’t even know was his, and let out an absolutely delighted “Oh? What’s this?” when he found the tools to make prison bars. You can’t say you’re surprised by any means, but you’d be lying if you said you weren’t amused.

You’re watching his eyes flicker around the screen, brows furrowed in concentration and his sharp canine digging into the side of his bottom lip as he oh so meticulously picks out the least comfortable looking beds for each little prison cell. You’ve been slowly slouching against his side more and more over the last hour, and he either hasn’t noticed or is too invested in his mass murder scenarios to even care as sickly fatigue has your head resting on his shoulder and your eyelids feeling too heavy to keep open.

Little do you know, he’s well aware of your weight pressing into him; but, he’s willing to let it slide this time, deciding that you’ve pleased him enough for him to hold back from pushing your sleepy body onto the ground. Even though it would be hilarious to see the look on your face when you wake up to your back flopping onto the plush rug beneath you, and even funnier to watch you try to slap at him as he holds both of your wrists in one hand, he’s willing to spare you just this once, although he couldn’t possibly fathom the reason why.

It’s not because he’s growing a soft spot for you, no, because that would be ridiculous.

A/N: I wasn’t planning to start with this one BUT I couldn’t stop thinking about this scenario so I guess we get him sick immediately asakjjaan Dividers by @adornedwithlight

Let me know if you want to be added to a taglist!!

[bwabys-scenarios]

IMAGINE… I’m thinking maybe chrollo… or Oo wait maybe UVOGIN (honestly any hxh character at this point they’re all so scrumptious) who after having sex with reader realized they never really let go during sex and never truly moans, it’s just like breathy sighs… and quiet whimpers cause they’re holding it in… and so they make it their LIFE MISSION to get reader to moan during sex. Tries every position till he finds the perfect one… Idk something spicy I have been concocting in my brain…

ANYWAYS I love ur writing it is so cunt and thank u for any crumbs u so choose to provide!!! I am a little tipsy right now and this is my singular thought 😍

Louder

Series: HXH

Characters: Chrollo, Feitan, Uvogin

Warnings: afab!reader, no pronouns, oral(fem!receiving), degradation, kinky!uvogin, creampie

Prompt: Reader is quiet in bed, and now they’re determined to get them to moan

A/N: this may be a little different than what you requested, but I hope you enjoy!!

Chrollo

He’s probably the quickest to notice his s/o is quiet in the bedroom. Chrollo has had many lovers, but never had one that didn’t end the night screaming his name, so he is determined to get some moans out of you!!

He’ll tease your cunt for hours on end, making you beg for release. His tongue will be swirling around your insides so deliciously that you can’t help but moan!!

“Sweet girl, why don’t you scream for me, huh?”

Feitan

I love this man but he is a bit of a selfish lover, so he doesn’t notice you aren’t making as much noise until it starts to hurt his pride. Does it not feel good? He tries a lot harder after to care about your pleasure, but he can’t seem to draw out your moans!!

That is until he has you on your hands and knees, plowing you from behind. He pulls at your hair, whining into your ear, and you moan so loud!! Feitan blinks and pulls your hair again, eliciting another pretty sound to spill from your lips. He gets a bit excited when he realizes you like him taking more control and being rough.

“You like rough? Show you rough, whore.”

He is relentless on your poor little pussy after this 😭😭 will absolutely bruise your hips.

Uvogin

This is one of the kinkiest mfkers in the Phantom Troupe, he has tried nearly every position, every toy, literally EVERYTHING.

He doesn’t notice your silence until he’s just covered you in whip cream and devoured your coochie. You only whimpered, squeezing his head with your soft thighs.

Uvogin pushes up and towers over you, his cock prodding at your entrance. You whine, reaching out your arms, and he finally gets it.

You want more intimacy, you aren’t against all his kinky ways but you want to be held and fucked like he loved you.

“Aww, darlin’ you’re too cute when you make those noises, gonna cum inside okay?”

[cillivnz]

sex n’ romance with vox machina

[HEADCANNONS]

PAIRINGS — VOX MACHINA [𝘷𝘢𝘹, 𝘷𝘦𝘹, 𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘤𝘺, 𝘴𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘭𝘢𝘯] x F!READER

WARNINGS — NSFW, eighteen+ SMUT. penetrative sex, oral sex, outdoor sex, anal-play, face-fucking, tongue-fucking, clit-play, breast/nipple play.

Vax’ildan

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : you. a generous lover and a grateful receiver; he could relish in the taste of your drooling pussy for hours, if not days, and also savour the feel of your hot mouth on his shaft, the feel of your pretty throat squeezing around his long cock.

𝒉𝒆’𝒔 : an adrenaline junkie, loves fucking you outdoors. he’d totally wake you up in the middle of the night to slowly sneak away from where the gang is camping, to a far away tree, making you grip the trunk while he is pummelling your cunt. he’d lean against the tree, grunting and whimpering when you’d take him in your mouth. he’s also have you place one leg on his shoulder— using the tree as support— while he angles himself deeper inside you.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : the sounds you make, the pleasurable look on your face, the way you clench around his length, the way you’re his. despite the dozens of men ogling at you wherever vox machina goes, at the end of the day, you choose him; over everybody else. vax’ildan loves you.

Vex’ahlia

𝑖𝑛𝑑𝑢𝑙𝑔𝑒𝑠 𝑖𝑛 : those bittersweet moments the two of you share. before a disaster is waiting to unravel, you hold each other in your arms, kiss like there’s literally no tomorrow. the feel of your soft skin against hers when you sleep, bare.

𝑠ℎ𝑒’𝑠 : losing her mind around you. she thanks all gods and stars that she’s met her soulmate who’s excruciatingly good in bed. vex has a high sex drive but likes to keep things under control, or at least she pretended to, until you showed up and now all she wants to feel is your body on hers. loses her sanity every time you nibble on her clit or leave hickeys on the underside of her breasts.

𝑠ℎ𝑒 𝑙𝑜𝑣𝑒𝑠 : the freedom that comes along with you. the respect you give her is refreshing, and she’s never been loved by anyone like you. neither has she loved anyone like you, the proof of which is delivered every night when she’s got her head trapped between your thighs, lapping away at your stream of juices like the hardworking woman she is. when you return the favour by sucking harshly on her clit, which is when her dominatrix visage starts to crumble.

Percival

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : sinful nights, lustful days. aftercare with you, when he gets to fuck his cum back into you (though that’s his harsher, hornier, possessed side). taking care of your love-bites (they look like an act of savagery, but honestly this man IS feral for you).

𝒉𝒆 : can’t display his affection for you, publicly; his noble status doesn’t permit ‘romeo’ behaviour. — is suffering because of his pride, because the minute he is left alone with you, he pounces onto you like you’re his prey and relishes in you the same way (that rhymed) (i was a poet and i did know it). just fucks you hard and rough on most days because my manz can’t catch a break from the end of the world, and is so worked up (poor babes), but when he makes love to you? fuck. rouge tints his pale face, blushing like there’s no tomorrow, because his crush (you, bunny) is riding his dick, while your naked breasts bounce next to his face.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : the night time; it’s his favourite hour of the day, because he finally gets to do the things he’s been craving to do to you, all fucking day. watching you writhe in overstimulation when you can’t take the feel of his hot tongue teasing your engorged clit while his long, rough fingers fuck knuckle-deep into you.

Scanlan

𝒊𝒏𝒅𝒖𝒍𝒈𝒆𝒔 𝒊𝒏 : no, no no. he 𝑹𝑬𝑳𝑰𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑺 in you. his sex drive is infamous, and you live to hold the rumours true. the taste of your pussy after a day’s work, lapping away at the creamy sweetness that he coaxes out of you is his favourite past time when he’s not drinking away. even if he was (drinking away), he’d pair you up with his favourite beer and die a happy man.

𝒉𝒆 : does not let you catch a break. would totally spill his drink onto your chest, watch the amber beads of cheap beer dribble down your ample chest, your cleavage just begging him to shove his face in and lick the drink away. is so, so good with aftercare. knows he pushes you past your limits, so it’s his love for you that brings out this gentleman-ly side.

𝒉𝒆 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝒔 : shoving that tongue into you, leaving you a sloppy mess. you’d grimace at the way your juices drip down to your asshole, but scanlan? he’d smirk in a flushed state, rubbing your unused hole solely to tease you. fingering both your holes — two in the pussy, one in the ass (knuckle-deep, obviously). sucking your nipples to soreness.

A/N — thank you so much for reading, sweets. this is my first time writing headcannons so it’s not conventional.

let me know if you’d like me to do this again or/and write for the remaining members [KEYLETH, GROG, PIKE] of vox machina!

𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭.

[leaentries]

ethan landry x chubby!reader headcanons

SFW & NSFW under the cut!

SFW

warnings: none

ethan is a major cuddler. he loves they way your soft plushy thighs feel against his head when he takes naps. your his own personal pillow :(((

imagine you’ve just come home from class and ethan’s already waiting for you to get comfy bc you already know he can’t even think of sleeping without the feeling of his special girl under his body

he absolutely LOVES the way your clothes fit you, no matter what you’re wearing

you’re wearing tight fitting clothing? gorgeous. he could watch and admire the way your body curves for hours upon hours. i mean this man has dedicated and will continue to dedicate his time to remembering each and every dip and stretch your body has to offer

you’re in the mood for a baggy t-shirt or hoodie? stunning. he loves how cuddly and soft you look. he would literally grab you and throw you into bed with his beefy arms ready for his daily nap

now we all know that he is a shy baby boy, but let someone disrespect you in front of him? it might, quite literally, be the last thing they ever do

he can be a bit possessive of you. just the thought of someone else touching the roundness of your hips or the swell of your soft, beautiful, tummy is enough to have his skin crawling and blood boiling

he always makes sure to have some sort of physical contact with you 24/7. i mean, he just can’t help himself. he just melts when he feels your body, he would probably glue you to himself if he could tbh

NSFW

warnings: explicit language, detailed smut, mentions of virgin!ethan, sub!ethan, a bit of dom!ethan, use of the names slut, corruption, breeding kink, marking/biting

to start, i love to think of virgin!ethan and little bit along the corruption lines

like the first time he saw you naked he pretty much came untouched. his swollen angry, red cock dripping precum waiting to be touched by you

i feel this is collectively established at this point, but this man whimpers. that’s it.

he feels your round, full breasts pressing into him while he rubs his painfully hard cock along the outside of your clothed core and he’s cumming in his pants

he’s just so pathetic for you. he can’t control himself. your just so unbelievably pretty and soft.

his poor and untouched body just begging for you to play with him :((

i get the feeling that once y’all have gotten used to each others bodies, he definitely opens up. he becomes more stern and his more possessive and dominant side shows out

BREEDING KINK.

he just loathes the idea of any other person having a shot with you, so making sure to pump your abused pussy full of his cum by the end of the night just helps him sleep better. so he claims

along with this is his raging marking/biting obsession. he’s a simple man really, he wants everyone to know your his and i mean only his.

a good way to get him riled up is to push his limits and make him jealous.

this just inspired me to write a little blurb, so here you go 😋

everything is hot. your body, that way ethan’s hard glare sends waves of arousal to your core. it shouldn’t turn you on, you know he’s pissed, but it’s so hard to deny the ache of lust that begins to make its way through your bones. ethan makes his way towards you, eyes locked onto where your full hips had just been pressed against some other guy. you didn’t intend to flirt with someone else, but the way ethan looks right now almost makes it worth it. the wave of pleasure and need drowns out the slimmer of guilt that began to rise. as ethan approached you, you couldn’t help but clench your thighs together slightly in attempt to ease the dull throbbing between your legs. his grip is tight around your wrist as he begins to lead you up the stairs and to the nearest empty bedroom. he drags you through the door, making sure to lock it behind you. his hands immediately find their way to your throat, pushing you against the door. his dark eyes meet yours in a collision of lust and fire.

“you want to be a little slut? grinding against another guy, knowing damn well i’m right there? you belong to me and now you’re gonna prove it.”

a/n: this was inspired by a post from @whorrorifics thank you for putting the chubby!reader agenda in my brain 😍

[bitchin-beskar]

Training

Rating: Explicit Pairing: College!Athlete!Roommate!Paz Vizsla x Fem!Reader (Bunny) Warnings: Cockwarming!!! That's it that's the fic! ... jk theres a little more to it. Paz has a huge dick we all know it, and boy does he know how to use it. mentioned oral (f) receiving, mentioned fingering, overstim, big dick, dirty talk, mentions of continued overstim, dick so good u wanna cry, free use arrangement. AGAIN. IF YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT FREE USE OR ANY OF THE OTHER THINGS ARE, YOU ARE TOO DAMN YOUNG. DO NOT READ. DO NOT INTERACT. GO AWAY. Literally Dead Dove: Do Not Eat. Exactly what it says on the package. Word Count: 2.1k A/N: Here is another oneshot in the CAR!Paz au! This came about due to an ask sent in by @catsnkooks during this fun lil sleepover weekend! Feel free to send things to my inbox this weekend (or really any time!) This was intended to be a drabble and ended up being just over 2k, so uh, yeah. It's fine. I'm fine. I just wanna thank @catsnkooks, @tailorvizsla, @firstofficerwiggles, @mysticalgalaxysalad, and all the anons who have been encouraging the thirst for this wonderful au! Also thanks to @maybege whom without I likely wouldn't have even created this au, and I'm also gonna tag @ronnieiswriting, bc they sent me a lovely little dm about this au and I finished this tonight instead of waiting as a lil treat for them! Please lemme know what you think, I appreciate all the love y'all have given this au so far!!

Gods, he was gonna split you in half.

You stood completely naked, on shaky legs, in front of Paz where he was sitting on the couch, his chest bare and his sweatpants tugged down just enough for his cock to spring free, resting against the taut skin of his stomach, flushed and weeping. He looked far too composed for a man who’d just spent the better part of an hour fucking you on his fingers and his tongue to prepare you for what he wanted you to do.

It was fucking infuriating.

It was also hot as hell.

His lips curled into a cocky smirk, as if he could read your mind. You were very pointedly trying to keep your eyes trained on his face, which was made all the more difficult when he wrapped his hand around his cock, slowly stroking himself. You couldn’t help yourself as your gaze flickered down to where his hand was wrapped around himself. Even with his own hand, he still looked disproportionately large, and not for the first time, you wondered how exactly your poor pussy was going to survive this... exercise.

“What’s wrong, bunny?” Even his voice was cocky, and even though Paz was your best friend, you felt a very strong urge to strangle him. Still, there was that little voice in the back of your head that was salivaiting at the mere thought of getting him inside you.

You were unreasonably proud at how steady you managed to keep your voice, given what your body had been subjected to and the looks he was leveling you with. “You’re not gonna fit, Paz.”

He didn’t answer right away, instead holding the hand not wrapped around his cock out to you, a silent request. You didn’t hesitate to step forwards and place your own hand in his, letting him tug you forward until you were standing inbetween his legs. Even like this, with him seated and you standing, you were looking him in the eyes. Paz was just that big.

“Don’t worry about that, bunny,” Paz said as he used his grip on your hand to encourage you to turn around, his hand moving to grasp your hip as he pulled you closer to him. You let him guide you, fingers clenching and unclenching in anticipation. He paused for a brief moment to swipe his fingers through your folds, an approving hum leaving him when he deemed you were still wet enough, before returning those fingers to his cock, slicking himself up with your release. Then, he was pulling you down, letting your weight rest mostly against his chest as he notched the head of his cock at your entrance. You sucked in a breath at the sudden pressure, but made an effort to relax.

He made a soft shushing noise, his hand helping to steady you as he began to lower you down, the pressure increasing slowly until the head of his cock was suddenly inside you. You gasped slightly at the intrusion, your thighs tensing at the unfamiliar sensation. You’d had sex before, certainly, but your ex was a much smaller man. Even your toys had never been quite this large.

“P-Paz?” You breathed, voice shaking.

He immediately paused, and you could feel as he kissed the back of your bare shoulder briefly. “Yeah, bunny?”

“W-What if… what if you… d-don’t… what if you don’t…” You trailed off, suddenly embarrased. You were likely far less experienced than his previous partners, and you wondered-not for the first time-how exactly this arrangement was going to affect your relationship with Paz.

But Paz seemed to know what you were trying to say. He tutted softly, brushing his lips against the length of your throat, his smile soft against your skin. “Don’t worry, bunny,” he murmured, starting to work you down again, his cock slowly sliding further and further into you as your mouth fell open at the stretch.

“I’ll make it fit.”

The cocksure tone of his voice made you clench, and he immediately shushed you again, placing both hands on your waist and sitting up from where he’d been lounged against the couch cushions. You made a concerted effort at relaxing again, and you slipped a little further down his length.

The sensation of being slowly stuffed full of Paz’s cock was something you honestly had never imagined you’d get to experience. It was currently defying all expectation, and you weren’t entirely sure you’d make it to being fully seated on his cock without passing out from the pleasure.

He eventually got you about halfway impaled on his cock when he seemed to hit a barrier, and you immediately winced at the uncomfortable feeling. Paz once again stopped immediately, his hands tightening slightly around your waist. You felt a keen sense of disappointment, and you suddenly felt the slight urge to cry. You’d known you weren’t going to be able to take all of him, and he was going to be so disappointed-

“I wanna try something,” he suddenly said, his tone not disappointed like you’d expected, but contemplative. “Trust me?”

You blinked, unsure as to where that was coming from, but nodded nonetheless. You probably should’ve been a bit more cautious with answering, because Paz suddenly slid his hands down from where they’d been resting on your waist to wrap his fingers around the backs of your thighs, and lifted.

A squeal of shock escaped your mouth and your hands flailed as you were suddenly supported only by his grip on your thighs and half of his cock in your cunt. He pulled your thighs apart, so your legs were no longer between his own, but dangling on the outsides of his own thighs. Pulling your legs apart like this surprisingly eased the pressure in your cunt, and he slowly began to lower you more, and your pussy greedily sucked him in.

He was completely supporting your weight with just his hands and forearms, and your brain could not comprehend the strength he must be using to hold you like this. But you couldn’t deny, it was far easier for you to take him in this position, and before you’d quite processed that, the backs of your thighs were resting on the tops of his, and his cock was completely buried in your pussy.

You sucked in a sharp breath, leaning back so your upper body was supported by his chest and you could rest your head against his shoulder. Paz stroked his hands up and down your thighs, humming appreciatively. Your own legs were trembling from the strain and effort it had taken for you to take him.

For a few moments, the two of you just sat there, adjusting to the sensations. You were honestly shocked that you’d managed to take all of him, and you felt a not insignificant amount of pride. Still, it was overwhelming to be that full, and you couldn’t help but brush your hand over your abdomen, feeling like he was in your stomach he was that deep inside you.

Paz chuckled, the vibrations jolting you slightly and shifting his cock slightly inside you, making you whimper quietly. One of his hands came up to cover yours, the size of his hand dwarfing your own.

“Can you feel me here, bunny?” At your nod, Paz pressed down slightly, and you gasped as the change in pressure made sparks of pleasure light up your nerves. “Yeah, you can. How does it feel?”

It took you a few tries to reply, your throat dry and your tongue heavy in your mouth. “I-I feel s-s-so full.” There was truly no other way to describe it, the sensation so unfamiliar but also one you were quickly coming to love.

“Hmm, I bet,” he responded, sounding far too smug and full of himself. He slowly spread his thighs, forcing your own legs further open.

With the way your legs were hooked over his thighs, and the way you were impaled on his cock, you had no choice but to let him move your body the way he wanted to. You felt your cheeks warm at how exposed you were like this, naked and spread open on his lap, even in the emptiness of your shared apartment. You tried to squirm a bit to get more comfortable, and he shifted underneath you, tilting his hips up further into yours somehow, but also easing some of the strain in your lower back as he did so.

The fullness inside of you had you clenching and unclenching, your muscles unused to this position and trying in vain to adjust. Paz didn’t seem to react, although he did wrap his arm more fully around your waist and brough his other hand up to stroke at where the two of you were joined together. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his fingers found your swollen clit, rubbing at it gently.

“P-P-Paz,” you stuttered, voice shaking violently. “P-Paz, s-so much, t-t-too m-mph!”

He’d jerked his hips slightly, just enough to barely count as pulling out before he settled back deep inside you, cutting your protests off with ease. He sped up his fingers, and you thought he might be enjoying the way you trembled uncontrollably on his lap.

“Jus’ need you to come one more time for me, bunny,” he slurred, voice low and thick in your ear. “It’ll help you take me a bit easier, don’t worry. Just gimme one more, okay? I promise it’ll help, it’ll feel so good bunny. You trust me, don’cha?”

You nodded shakily, turning your head to press your sweaty forehead against the side of Paz’s neck. “O-O-Okay, Paz.”

He pressed a kiss against the top of your head, and his fingers sped up again. You’d been on the edge since he began to fuck you onto his cock, and you honestly didn’t need much more stimulation before you were coming again with a low moan and weak twitches of your hips.

Paz hummed appreciatively, his fingers sliding through the mess you’d made between your legs and around his cock. You were tingling with overstimulation, feeling flushed and sweaty and you probably looked a mess, but it was only Paz here to judge you, and you got the feeling he didn’t mind, especially when he was directly responsible for your wrecked state.

“You did such a good job, bunny.” You preened at the words, feeling a sense of accomplishment. “Such a good girl for me, giving me another. You feel so good coming around me like that.” He paused, the silence heavy, and you abruptly felt very much like prey, like the nickname Paz had bestowed upon you implied. You didn’t have the time to contemplate it before he continued.

“I lied, bunny. I’m sorry, but you just felt so good.” His fingers trailed back up to your throbbing clit. “I wanna feel that again. Wanna feel your lil’ pussy trembling around my cock. I wanna feel you gush around me.”

You mouth fell open, and your hands tried to reach down to pull him away but he was quicker, the arm that had been around your waist coming up to grip your wrists in one huge hand, bringing them up so your restricted hands were pressed into your sternum. He tutted softly, spreading his legs just a little further and restricting your movement just that little bit more.

“We agreed on the rule, bunny. You let me do whatever I want, whenever I want. Isn’t that right?” He didn’t wait for an answer before continuing to whisper in your ear, tormenting you.

“And I wanna feel this pretty lil’ pussy absolutely strangle my cock again. I wanna feel you come and come and come until you can’t anymore. And then I wanna fill you up, wanna fill you up so full you’ll feel me dripping down your thighs for weeks. I wanna see you on campus and know you can still feel me in your fucking guts. I want you to sit with your friends and all you can think about is how I feel inside you right now. Any time a guy even fucking looks at you I want you to remember how this feels. I want you to remember how hard you came with my cock in your lil’ cunt.”

He stopped for a moment, breathing harshly in your ear as he quickly worked you towards another orgasm, and you almost couldn’t hear his next words over the uncontrollable whimpers and moans that escaped your throat as he abused your poor cunt.

“You’ll never be able to fuck anyone else and not think of me, bunny. I’m gonna fucking wreck you.”

[library-ghoulette]

day 1 // foreplay & cuckolding

Prompt list thanks to @kroas-adtam 💜

Pairing: (young) Papa Nihil x Sister Imperator x Mr. Psaltarian

Rating: Explicit, minors DNI

Words: 552

Tags: third person POV, cuckolding, cunnilingus, dirty talk, recreational drug use, threesome

Summary: A young Papa Nihil suffers the agonies and ecstasies of waiting his turn. Luckily, he likes to watch.

A/N: It's my first ever Ghostober! Going in with little to no preparation, but a whole lot of horniness and heart!

Read beneath the cut or on ao3!

"Oh fuck— fuck. Just like that, don't stop—"

Sister Imperator's words bypass Nihil's ears and go straight to his cock. Fucking hell, but she's hot like this, voice all throaty and desperate as she teeters right on the edge.

It's enough to have him hard, even across the room.

He draws in another lungful of smoke from the joint in his hand, holding it in deep as he watches the scene before him. Sister, her blonde head thrown back, eyes clenched shut. Psaltarian, kneeling at the edge of the bed. Her long, pale legs draped over his shoulders. The lean muscles of his back shifting beneath his beautiful brown skin as he spreads those legs wider, seeking more access for his mouth and fingers alike. Her fingers carding through his hair as he brings her closer and closer to falling apart.

The room echoes with the sounds of her pleasure, her mewling cries and filthy words of encouragement, the obscenely wet sounds of Psaltarian lapping at her pussy.

Nihil breathes out a plume of smoke and shifts in his chair, his erection pressing hard against the fly of his tight bell bottoms. He feels like he's about to come in his pants without even touching himself, but he longs to free his cock from their confines, to seek the relief of his hand.

As though she can hear his thoughts—and sometimes Nihil wonders if she can literally hear his thoughts—Sister's green eyes shoot open and find his. "Don't you dare, Nihil," she admonishes him. "Hands on the armrests… Good boy. You wouldn't want to let us down, would you?"

He whimpers. The desire is delicious agony, nearly unbearable even through the haze of weed and alcohol, the delirium of the late hour and party after party after party that brought them here. To the beach house. Just the three of them.

Nihil loves Sister. And California. And Psaltarian. And weed. And—

"You poor— oh, fuck— you poor thing," Sister taunts through her pleasure, interrupting Nihil's train of thought. "Having to— to watch. Not getting any— oh!— for yourself…"

She's close, Nihil can tell. He recognizes the way her thighs are tensing and her back is arching. Psaltarian moans low in his throat as she pulls his hair, the same way she pulls at Nihil's hair when his face is buried in her pussy and she's about to come, and Nihil swears he can taste the sweet, animal flavor of her release on his own tongue.

He knows that soon enough Sister will fall apart under the weight of her own pleasure, and that once she has come down, Psaltarian, face still slick with her arousal, will turn to him, and Nihil will stub the joint out in the green glass ashtray and go join them. Psaltarian will press his mouth to Nihil's, and his plush lips will taste like Sister, who will already be reaching out for him. He knows that this will have been just the start of their night, of this game that is too delicate to name or give meaning to, for fear that it won't hold up to scrutiny.

And so, even though his cock aches with the wanting, with the deprivation, he watches, and he waits.

With Sister, the suffering is so often the point.

[dairy-farmer]

Okay but a magical toy that pulls a green lantern "needs it most" routine? BRILLIANT. The chaos! The secrets! The PINING. And you KNOW I am, as always, trying to convert people to my Civilian!Tim Stan club~! It always causes so much more CHAOS when he's off the Bat Leash! So IMAGINE it:

Some uppity magic user. Trying to Make It In Gotham(tm). Realizing the HARD way that Bat-boot to the face is how Batman says hello. Panic flailing and shooting off every spell he knows. Landing none.

Throws THAT spell. The one he learned for his girlfriend but then she dumped him and he never got to use it. (Look he's PANICKING, okay?!) But he ALSO smashes it together with... something? He's not sure. He's trying and failing to dodge.

It HITS something.

Tim, on a roof. Trips over a bit of piping he doesn't see and gets hit. Oh no! But? Huh. He's fine? Sweet. Back to pictures then. The night concludes. But WAIT! This is an AU! Tim is a civilian! So who's ROBIN? Jason! Stressed as hell. B is being unreasonable and Damian's a Lil [redacted]. But what is THIS? Upon his bed? A fleshlight?

Real cute guys. Probably Dick's way of telling him to calm down. Or some creepy olive branch from B. Who knows. But he checks it out. And it feels AMAZING. Life like. He honestly gets engrossed, playing with it, exploring it. Wondering how it works. It even gets WET! It's a tight fit but he works it down onto to himself. Works loose and squelching. Oozing with he's lost COUNT of how many loads. It's the BEST.

It's the first night of Timmy's new night issues. Sometimes even DAY issues. Every night it's someone different. Some are super human fast. Some are so big he feels impaled. Sometimes they clearly aren't human. They slide in to him like they have every right to use him for their pleasure. To take and ram and fill him up then LEAVE. Oozing seed and twitching on the floor or on his bed or at school. Whenever THEY decide. And he has to hide it. Be the respectable Drake heir.

And the Cape community? Losing their damn minds! There is a toy. SOMEWHERE. THEIR toy, as far as they're concerned, and they CANT FIND IT. They NEED it back. It's the best stress relief of their LIFE. Someone TOOK it.

And of course, after the pounding of a life time by a Kryptonian. That poor stuffed hole flickers away to the next horny soul. Constantine. Who's like. "The fuck. This is attached to someone." He respectfully, caps it up, and brings it in. Cue mass glaring and cold sweating. What'cha got there john?

Well, some poor soul is LITERALLY getting fucked over... *continues reporting*

*dots connect in various heads*

Hysteria. What would their mother's say. Not even a drink first! They have SO many make up orgasms to give somebody. They have to find them! Before anyone ELSE! They are the ONLY one who would treat that pus- I mean, PERSON right!

And Tim? Prayers answered. The spirit is willing but the flesh is weak, man. You think he can keep up with Earth's Finest? Let him die a little, okay?? Just... just pass out for a bit. Festive little coma. Oww his puss. Brutes. All of them brutes. When he finds out, he gonna demand to be ROMANCED. Get the GUCCI fan merch. Seduced! THE MOST pillow of pillow princesses! D:< Justice for Tim puss!

tim's poor pussy 🥺🥺🥺 tim's little baby no-longer-a-virgin puss has been put through the wringer, always getting fondled, fingered, licked, or fucked. he hasn't gotten a break longer than a few hours since it began. sometimes the cocks inside him keep going even after tim can feel their thick cum sitting inside him. the worst part about the toy (or rather the best part of it for people using it) is that all the cum released into it is absolutely pressed into tim.

tim spends most of his days getting sloppily wet and having cum pumped into him. by the time that it reaches constantine and they're able to reverse engineer both the magician and find the "victim" in all of this- tim is already several weeks pregnant 😱. all the heroes who have been fucking tim all have to come to terms with the fact that they MAY have knocked up this civilian👀👀👀

[sabbathbloodysabbeth]

Steve being a mean girl

A snippet of what I'm working on for my next coming part of 'Bark At the Moon' though if you don't want to read it that's fine you can read this scene all by itself :) It isn't in the fic yet but will be when I'm done writing

Link to Bark At The Moon

TW; The word queer is being used in a derogatory way and is only used once and is in the first paragraph under the keep reading line.

Tonight was like any other night. Steve sitting up on the front counter, feet up reading something while he waited for his shift to be over. Robin had finished stock hours ago and was sitting far as possible from Steve. But still near him. She was doing some crossword puzzle, her hair freshly cut into a bob as they both stay in silence. Neither of them hops up when they hear the familiar bell ring. 

Steve simply glances up over what he was reading. Seeing that it was some group of bitchy girls. All of them were younger than him and he can't help but roll his eyes at the way they were acting. Silently reminding himself that they were in fact still children. Looking down at his paper he doesn't pay any more attention to them until he hears them mumbling things. His senses were heightened and he could hear everything they were saying.

"Can't believe they let freaks work here." One of them whispers to another. Steve assumes they were talking about him, he's heard far worst and didn't really care. The girls were trying to keep their words silent and hushed except for one. There was always one.

"Poor guy has to sit next to a queer all night. Honestly, they should pay him more for compensation." The girl's voice is obnoxious and Steve can hear Robin's fidgeting become far worst. Her face is red and Steve was getting pissed. His wolf was fully prepared to literally eat the brunette with horrible eyeshadow on. He could also feel the anxiety raising from Robin whose hands were starting to shake around the crossword she was working on. Not really looking down at it anymore, her eyes may be but her mind wasn't.

Steve moves sitting up as he acts casual. Humming as he acts like he didn't hear the girls. Moving and scouting them for a second, eyes flickering back to Robin who was trying to sneakily look up from where she sat to see what he was doing. Her eyes were watery and that was all he needed to commit to what he was doing. 

He watches the girls go to a blind spot, an area that the managers have been trying to get a camera on for a while. But no one was trying to steal stuffed animals. As it was far too easy to get caught. Steve gasps loudly, causing all of the girls to turn around to look at him with confusion. He knocks all of the teddy bears down on the ground on purpose. Watching them all jump back. 

"Oh my god, I can't believe you girls were trying to steal." He gasps. "And all for a teddy bear? God, I'm going to have to call the cops. Hey Robin, how fast do you think the cops can get here for shoplifting!" Steve yells loudly. Staring at all of the girls that have gone a bit pale. The one that had decided to open her mouth earlier was moving to open it again. But before she can he's gasping as he picks up one of the makeup pallets that was set on the shelf next to the teddy bear. All were outdated and from February, but the store was still determined to sell them. 

"Oh honey, no wonder you're trying to steal this terrible makeup pallet as well. It's okay, not all of us have good taste when it comes to doing makeup. I have a friend, her name is Carol. I can give you her number if you want to learn how to mask being a bigoted piece of shit better." He says with a pout of his lip. "Or did I just use a big word for you babe?" He's being dramatic in the way he talks. Cocking his hip out with purpose as a grin works its way to his face. 

Most of the girls were starting to cry, and the ring leader's face was red from what was most likely embarrassment. It's been a while since he's had to be a mean girl but damn did it feel good. He was doing it partially for himself, but mostly for Robin who didn't deserve the shit they were trying to give her. He knew that she might not like what he was doing, but he knew if he didn't do something then the silence of saying nothing was going to do more harm than embarrassing her. He runs a hand through his hair as he sets the makeup back down on the shelf as he hums. 

"So, this is how it's going to go. Either you A, cooperate and give me the stolen merchandise and give me and Buckley your names and ID's so you can be permanently banned from the store, or B, you don't cooperate and we call the cops. And trust me, I don't think Chief Hopper will be too pleased waking up just to deal with your sorry asses. If you guys haven't heard, I kind of went missing and now I have the chief's personal phone number on speed dial." he says with a cocky grin. 

Sure, he was lying. He didn't have Hopper's personal phone number but it was so worth lying over if it meant scaring the shit out of these girls. All of them look at each other before looking defeated and following Steve up to the front. Who makes sure to move and lock the front doors so they didn't try to book it. He moves pulling out his phone as he sees that Robin was no longer sitting at the front counter. Which was understandable as he begins to ruin these girls' nights just like they had his coworkers. 

[the-heaminator]

Spy Au: Project: Plain Old Vanilla

Here on ao3

For once in his life, Agent Kirkland was running late, actually not for once in his life, but it happened rare enough for him to say so, the morning sucked, he had woken up late after sleeping barely a few hours, he would generally be able to deal with that if he had coffee, which he didn't, because it ran the fuck out, and he was running too late to pick it up anyways, he looked a bit more of a mess than usual, certainly saying something, he swore he was not meant to get out of breath this fast, he was in shape (right, whatever you say, mate) but as he stood in the lift literal minutes before Yao called his name into the office, wheezing more than he would admit to doing, he wondered why on earth he was being called up to admin anyways, he hadn't botched any missions in the longest time, none of the fallout had been particularly bad either.

So what the actual fuck was happening.

He looked a little disappointed when Arthur turned up, looking like he had just woken up, even at this day and age if he didn't try to tame his looks, he looked quite feral, and he didn't have the time this morning to try and tame his appearance, wait, why was Ivan here?

"Sit down, sit down, you are late Arthur."

He was a little too tired to give a plausible excuse, so he sat down and just said "Apologies, that will not happen again."

Yao had this way to scan into the very depths of someone, just by looking at them, Arthur had worked with him a lot when he had just joined, he was about the same age as him.

They joined at similar times, but Yao had eventually been put into admin, while Kirkland stayed out on the field, he was good, barely ever cocked up, and he had learnt how to deflect his searching, but he hadn't experienced it for the past decade at least, and something about it had changed, less intense, more patient, but just as demanding, and he had to force himself not to fidget in his seat, it seemed Braginsky next to him couldn't, and the chair creaked under his weight rather loudly, then he stopped, probably out of fear.

Neither spoke, this felt awfully similar to being told off at school by the headmaster, Arthur had been told off too many times that even now it felt remarkably similar, but he didn't know what he did this time, it probably looked quite funny.

"Arthur, Ivan." They both looked up, yes they were on a first-name basis, but it did feel a little odd not to be called by surname or codename, almost as if they were no longer part of the organization.

WAIT.

Ivan had seemingly come to a similar enough realisation, and it was obvious enough that Yao had to placate them a little "You are not getting laid off if that is what you are worrying about, but I do have things to discuss with you both."

The relief was palpable, neither really knew what they would do outside of the agency, they'd been here most of their lives after all, Jesus they had both been here for 30 odd years, Arthur joined at 17, Ivan at 18.

30 years exactly, they were 47 and 48 respectively. Fuck they were old, that was the early 90s...

Yao was shorter than both of them, a little shorter than Arthur and a whole foot shorter than Ivan "Right, so as you know, you have been with us for upwards of 30 years, all of which has been spent in the field."

Stating things they already knew, where on earth was this going "You are also aware that you two, along with Bonnefoy are the oldest operatives we have, and your physical results are starting to reflect this." he pulled out two thick and tattered looking files

Arthur paled a bit, his physical had not gone very well, he still made the course, but some parts he almost completely failed at, this was not good; Yao turned to face Ivan "Ivan, to say your hearing is poor is an understatement, and it has been like this, and slowly deteriorating since your rendevous in the middle east in the mid-2000s, but has only now reached a dangerous level."

Arthur had noticed Ivan's hearing going a bit wonky in the past couple of years but didn't think it was enough to warrant something like this, and Yao continued "Your weight has been slowly increasing by around two kilograms, give or take some, a year since you were 35, you are now 48, do you see where I am going with this."

The tips of Ivans ears were blazing red, he shifted in the seat again, and when it creaked ominously once more, he stopped, he was 6'7, and he was a large man, always had been, but he had been putting on weight a little too quickly recently, but bloody hell did Yao have to put it like that, Yao kept going, it really did sound like he had a list of grievances against him at this point "Your vision is starting to deteriorate, it isn't nearly as bad as Arthur's just yet, but it will become a concern soon."

Arthur wanted to protest, his vision was just fine!

"And your back, I've heard you grumble about it a bit too often, this is more of a personal observation, and from what I know, being tall makes your lower back hurt more, and my back hurts enough as it is, it must suck ball for you."

Ivan had to admit that he did have a point, but having all his flaws pointed out in a list was a little mean, but still, where was he going with this if they weren't going to be retired? Yao was beating about the bush a lot, not of his usual character, he put the file down and picked up the other one, equally as dog-eared and faced Arthur.

"Arthur, as we mentioned, your vision is horrible, you very much do need glasses," Arthur swallowed down a protest, Yao caught on and slid a paper over for him to read, and as Yao said, Arthur couldn't make out individual words, let alone letters, it was just a block of black where words should have been, even when he squinted "as I said, terrible vision, unlike Ivan it seems you have been getting frailer, a bit of an oddity, for the past 8 years, your flexibility has become severely compromised, to the point when you have to bend it is audible, you have been getting increasingly paranoid too."

Again he had a fucking point, and Arthur did not like that, "And as a personal observation, you seem to get out of breath very quickly."

Those lists were a bit longer than they should've been oh dear, apparently, Ivan had started to fidget again, this time bouncing a leg up and down rapidly, while Arthur had sort of just frozen where he sat, he couldn't even negate these facts, no matter what he did and he did not like that, oh most definitely did not like that, he could feel the axe looming over their necks.

Yao's face was kind, he had crows feet etched into the sides of his eyes, no doubt Arthur and Ivan had them too, but they certainly weren't ready to admit it "You two are simply getting too old to stay out in the field anymore, you are aware that most operatives retire by the time they are 35 at the latest, that is when the body starts to collapse in on itself, especially in such a physically demanding job, or at least get delegated to administrating if they really are persistent."

He breathed and continued "Both of you are incredibly valued agents, you have done things that often wouldn't be even fathomed, but that means both of you have pushed yourselves far too hard for far too long, most people stay in this business for 5 to 10 years, you have stayed for 30, it is no longer feasible that you can stay in the field, so we are changing you to informants."

The axe had fallen, they were no longer useful.

But Yao kept going, what was he even talking about now, what else could there be "Due to this you will have to be as normal citizens would be, but because you two are frankly far too unstable to live alone, or find anyone else, especially at this age, you will be going undercover as married men."

Yao waited for that to sink in, they both seemed to be in the process of hitting what they thought was rock bottom, the higher you fly, the harder you fall, Ivan spoke first "Wait, married? to whom?"

"Each other of course, you both could very easily pull off middle-aged fathers."

Arthur spoke this time "Fathers? To whom, what on earth are you talking about Yao." Arthur's voice had jumped half an octave

Yao slid over a file to the both of them "I took the liberty to print it in large font size, until you get your glasses, and Ivan you really do need hearing aids, or you will do soon."

The font size was indeed large, but Arthur could read it, so that was good, they would be a married couple with 4 kids, the kids in question being Alfred, Matthew, Jack and Eleanor, they liked the kids but had absolutely no idea about what they would do with them, the kids had been at the agency for a good few years, their parent's had been killed by agency operatives, and had been taken in. "They need a stable home, they cannot keep living here, it is not safe, especially for the younger ones."

"What makes you think we would be good parents, or even husbands for that matter Yao?" Ivan tried to sound threatening, but it came out just sounding a bit empty, the very mild accent came out a bit more than it usually did, the type that thickened when there was any strong emotion appeared.

"I have seen how you are around them, and they all like you, I briefed them earlier about this, but I can bring them in now to fully complete arrangements."

"That would be welcome very much Yao, thank you."

"And about you two as husbands, ask anybody, by how well you two get along, the way you two quarrel sometimes, there is a running joke that you two act like an old married couple anyways."

They were not aware of this rumour "Believe me, I don't think anyone would notice the difference if you wore a wedding band, you will be posted to a region where there is a lot of suspicious activity, all you need to do is inform us about what you are doing and what they are doing," His voice went firm all of a sudden " Whatever you do, do not get directly involved. That is an order."

The small gaggle of children knocked on the door, they could hear Jack complaining that he hadn't had breakfast, Eleanor was half asleep anyways, it was too early for them to be awake "Come in you four."

Jack quickly took the opportunity to drop the sleepy and grumpy and oh so goddamn stubborn Eleanor on Ivan, who had not an idea of what to do, but picked her up and held her close, to make sure she didn't fall off his lap, she fell asleep near immediately, her breath evened out and she fell silent, her hair was a mess and a half and Ivan carefully ran his fingers through it.

He looked a little guilty when Arthur gave him a pointed look, not because he wasn't meant to do that, but because all he did was prove Yao's point, Jack must've fucking planned this or something, though he was drooping himself, he was always so full of energy, he smiled like a gap-toothed sun with a ruddy face, seeing him so tired hurt Arthur a little, he was too young to be here, only 10 and it wasn't even 7 in the morning.

Another new development that was, since when did Arthur feel bad for people?

This was getting really, really weird, very very fast.

"I briefed you four on this yesterday, yes, but I find it important to do all 6 of you at once, though it seems Eleanor has fallen asleep. Anyhow, as you will now, you will be going undercover as a family, going to school, you two will be going to work and all, your paperwork has been arranged, as have your living preparations, a three-bedroom house near enough to a person of interest to us, your schooling has been applied and accepted, Arthur you will be working in the airport, where people check in their bags and the like, Ivan you will be tech support for a large company." He watched for any strong reaction, and there was none.

"Everything you need to know is in this very file. Project: Plain Old Vanilla is a-go."

[nanamis-bigtie]

how the notification found me

lale this is absolutely WONDERFUL, a master-crafted assassination by smut and tenderness that left me breathless, giddy, ugly crying, melted, and literally everything but what i should be doing at 5am when i first got to this shame on my i know but i just COULDN'T sleep when i knew what was waiting for me

i thought a few days later, with a second, more sane read, i will somehow take it easier but i am yet again sitting here shaking and soaking in the filth in the most sacrum meaning of it. masterpiece. just masterpiece. wow.

anyway, to sentence-by-sentence appreciation because this text simply deserves it.

cw: keysmashing, screaming, selfship agenda, and rabid reaction memes

“It’s not Kuantan.” “It’s with you.”

there we go, first two lines, and i'm already biting, no, gnawing on my fist. we do not talk about kuantan here, we do not talk about kuantan here, we do not-- oh goddamn, i'm crying again

“I need to get my ass ate from behind in a room with air conditioning on full blast,” you huffed before your head dropped down against the tabletop with a small groan.

do you know that moment when y/n fic fits so well into your sense of self that you need to pinch yourself, reminding yourself you're not, somehow, swallowed into the fic? that's the moment right here. and the fact i read it for the first time during a sauna-like night only added to the feeling

Strangely enough, as he was swiping, Nanami could picture the two of you together in every photo. You’ve talked about it before, the whole ordeal of moving in together, but life as a sorcerer was busy and unsteady and so the thought had always been pushed to somewhen in the future, whenever that might have been. Now, apparently.

Actually, he didn’t mind the commute. He finally had some time to read all the unread books he had collected over the years, some of which you had recommended to him when you weren’t even dating yet.

oh lale you can't just like this--

Life was good. It’s like you reminded him of that, putting back the colors into it again–maybe more than that, allowed him to dream again.

of course you did it again *SCREAMS*

No, he wanted to feel all your holes clench around him tonight, filling you up to the brim and hearing you beg for it. He wanted to bury his cock so deep inside of you till your body remembers the shape of him. Wanted to hear you pant and moan underneath him, his hands digging into your supple flesh till he leaves a mark.

It’s like he’s drawn to you, unable to stay away, like the moon to the tide. When his arms wrap around your waist, he feels as if he’s holding his whole world in it. You, who tore all of his walls down with such ease, with your hands wrapped around his poor, pleading heart. 

just...how. how are you able to pull something so poetic with such ease???

Good, he thinks. You of all people deserve to rest. You’ve done enough. 

this is a personal attack. unforgivable. you can't expose me like this. i'm sending assassins on you.

“Hi, bird,” he murmurs.

YOU CAN'T EXPOSE ME LIKE THIS------

Nanami could never get enough of this moment, your softness in all its glory, every curve of your body, how it folded and melted underneath his big hands; at times he’d think you're a piece of art that only he had the honor to lay his eyes on.

One thumb collects your juices and comes up to play with your puckered hole, circling around it, the first digit resting against it without pushing it in yet. It makes you whine. 

whoa whoa WHOA we are getting for a TREAT here

lips brushing over his five-o’clock shadow

bas.exe stopped working and threw itself out of the window

How many hours has he spent with his head against the softness of your tum, with your hands running through his hair, releasing every ounce of stress from his body? It’s like you were made for him. 

DLKDKDFHBDFFKFLSDJSEXCUSEME???? 🥵

Poor thing, just one hole stuffed not enough for you.

Nanami brings a thumb back up to your puckered hole, spitting on it just for the sake of it, then letting his thumb rest there until you’re practically pushing yourself onto his digit.

and what if i what i said this is the hottest thing a partner can do and what if i said it's criminally underrated and what if i [redacted]

His hand on your neck doesn’t move.  “Hold still and be good for me. I’ll cum in your ass, too,” he growls and slides his thumb out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness.

and i froze--- 🥵🥵

With the last bits of his strength, Nanami eventually pushes himself up again, pulling his softening cock out and watching his cum trickle out of your hole, down the insides of your thighs into the sheets. Such a big, beautiful mess that you’ve made.

Is he looking forward to leaving this bed and putting on clothes again? Absolutely not. Will he do it for you, anyway?  Yes, always.  When it’s you, anything, anytime. 

❦ 𝐁𝐑𝐔𝐈𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐇

where it's just Nanami, you & a heat wave

a/n: my gift exchange fic for @bas-writes ♡ thank you for all the fun prompts, it was SO hard to pick and in the end i mashed a few together. also, as promised, absolutely no angst in this one (added more horny every time i felt the urge which explains the lenght of this...). anyway, i hope this fic will bring you joy, i had a lot of fun writing this!

contains: afab!reader (no pronouns used, ‘cunt’ and ‘pussy’ used to describe genitalia), reader is described as chubby but otherwise with no further details about their appearance, alcohol mention, food mention (not as in food play, just mention of food in general), established relationship, dirty talk, masturbation, oral (reader giving & receiving), fingering (reader receiving), light spanking, choking, praise kink, anal play, breeding kink (no mention of pregnancy or babies), rough but loving penetrative sex, cum play, spit kink if you squint

word count: 7.1k

“It’s not Kuantan.” “It’s with you.”

Nanami closes his eyes, allowing himself to doze off to the steady rattling of the train and the sound of the air conditioning, both harmonizing into a sound he’s looking forward to at the end of every work day: The noises of the city slowly drowning out with each passing station, less and less people on the cart, till it’s only him getting off at the final stop.

It had been your idea–escaping Tokyo, buying the house in the village that is nestled between the shore and the mountains. 

It’s like I can’t breathe. 

Nanami still remembers your words from that one early summer night, the heat and concrete of the city forming an unforgiving alliance. You were slumped next to him in the izakaya, your weary head resting against his shoulders, maybe one drink too many. He had brushed a strand of hair out of your face that had been sticking to your sweaty temples, allowing himself to cup your face afterwards and drinking you in with his eyes, a thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth.

“We need to get out of here,” he mumbled, almost apologetically, not talking about the izakaya. “I need to get my ass ate from behind in a room with air conditioning on full blast,” you huffed before your head dropped down against the tabletop with a small groan. Nanami laughed quietly, one hand coming to rest in the back of your neck, rubbing it soothingly. Both of you had a point, but only one of you would probably remember this conversation tomorrow. 

You had sent him a link the same night, after he had walked you back home to your apartment and made sure you had everything you’d need in the morning on your bedside table–water, ibuprofen, some fruit and a fully charged toy, knowing you well enough by now. His phone went off while he was sitting in the back of a cab, silently cursing out the mission he had to leave for early in the morning, when all he wanted was to feel your body pressed against him in his sleep. 

Nanami couldn’t help but laugh and shake his head again when he saw your name in the notification. Of course you wouldn’t just go and sleep like you promised him with slurred words when he kissed you goodnight. He tapped it, expecting another cat video that reminded you of him, or some newly opened café you wanted to try out together. 

To his surprise it had been a link to a realtor website.

He swiped through the photos, showing an older but freshly renovated house, secluded a little up the shore. A traditional Japanese house, one of those you get when you seriously start thinking about settling down. It came with a garden from where stairs lead down to the beach; the yard clearly had been neglected for many years but still looked beautiful in its own overgrown way. 

Strangely enough, as he was swiping, Nanami could picture the two of you together in every photo. You’ve talked about it before, the whole ordeal of moving in together, but life as a sorcerer was busy and unsteady and so the thought had always been pushed to somewhen in the future, whenever that might have been.

Now, apparently.

Nanami called you the moment he was out of the cab, walking up the stairs to his apartment. You picked up immediately and for a few seconds neither of you said a word. 

“You don’t think it’s crazy?” “No, I don’t.” “You know it’s not just a drunk idea, alright? I’m serious, really, I mean… yes, I am drunk, but–fuck– I’m actually serious. You gotta believe me. Nanami Kento. You know that, right?”

Nanami couldn’t help but laugh at your drunken antics, the bite in your voice and yet how softly his full name rolled off your tongue, as if it was the sweetest treat you’ve ever tasted. God, he was so utterly, devastatingly in love with you. 

“I know, darling. I know.” “It’s not Kuantan.” “It’s with you.”

One month later, in the midst of summer, you moved in together. 

Between long appointments at the bank, scrubbing dust off every corner of the old house and stacked-up moving boxes, the love between you bloomed into full blossom. Just being able to wake up next to you was enough for Nanami to get up at the crack of dawn, facing an endlessly long commute into the city when work called for it (though they assigned him missions in the outskirts of it more frequently now, which didn’t change the fact that work was still shit).

Actually, he didn’t mind the commute. He finally had some time to read all the unread books he had collected over the years, some of which you had recommended to him when you weren’t even dating yet. On evenings when he managed to leave work on time, he would also stop by at a bakery and snatch a big bag of goods for half the price, which he’d bring home like a trophy, making your eyes light up like magic. 

Life was good. It’s like you reminded him of that, putting back the colors into it again–maybe more than that, allowed him to dream again.

Nanami opens his eyes again when the voice over the speaker announces the last stop. It was still so bright outside, the longest days of the year just around the corner. The air was humid and heavy, but felt more bearable by the seaside than in the concrete city. He slips off his jacket and rolls up his sleeves as he walks up the hill back home, already yearning for you. He thinks about making a quick detour to the corner shop to pick up a watermelon on his way, but decides against it.

He really, really wants to see you.

You had been on his mind all day, even more than usual, and the summer heat clearly had gotten into his head and into his crotch, thinking about the way you looked like in the sheets when he left this morning. The covers pushed off you because it was too hot, too sticky, revealing every curve of your soft body. Nanami had to bite back a groan. You looked like a deity, with your legs spread, revealing the bite mark on the inside of your thigh that he left the night prior, still dripping–god, how were you still dripping, that’s so unfair–and blinking at him slowly when he leaned down to kiss your forehead goodbye. You fell asleep again a few heartbeats after that, oblivious to how his cock stiffened in his pants from the sight of you. 

He was tempted to quickly rub one out before he left for work, but he decided against it. 

No, he wanted to feel all your holes clench around him tonight, filling you up to the brim and hearing you beg for it. He wanted to bury his cock so deep inside of you till your body remembers the shape of him. Wanted to hear you pant and moan underneath him, his hands digging into your supple flesh till he leaves a mark.

Nanami had never considered himself touch-starved. Of course he had known the pleasures of a warm body next to him in bed, but he never allowed himself to get too close. As if he could burn more than just his fingers if he got too greedy. It had always been easier to keep a distance, to suffocate every burgeoning feeling like a flame. That is, until you waltzed into his life. 

Now he finds himself longing for you even when you’re just in the other room, where he can hear you rummaging around and humming and occasionally calling out for him (most of the time when you found a hidden treasure while unpacking a moving box). It’s like he’s drawn to you, unable to stay away, like the moon to the tide. When his arms wrap around your waist, he feels as if he’s holding his whole world in it. You, who tore all of his walls down with such ease, with your hands wrapped around his poor, pleading heart. 

To be devoured by your love had been the greatest pleasure of his life.

The streets are pretty empty except for a few stray cats (Nanami always slipped a handful of treats for them in his pocket before he left the house in the morning) and the occasional chatter the breeze carried from the homes he passes by. It’s one of those unbearably hot summer days where everyone would slowly feel alive again once the searing sun starts to set and the air doesn’t feel as suffocating anymore. 

With every step up the hill, Nanami could feel the excitement grow in his core, the distance between your two bodies growing smaller with every heartbeat. He can already picture you in bed, the same way as he had left you in the morning, stretched out like a lazy house cat, probably nose deep in a book, unless you were napping for the third time today with the fan running on full blast.

Good, he thinks. You of all people deserve to rest. You’ve done enough. 

When he opens the gate to the garden, a wave of contentment washes over him. Always does ever since you moved here together, as if things have finally fallen into place as they should. Right time, right place, right person. Nanami has never felt so sure about anything before. He walks around the house, noticing how you had opened all the windows to let some air in now that the end of the day brought some relief from the heat.

Nanami doesn’t call out for you when he takes his shoes off by the entrance and folds his jacket neatly over the back of a chair; he already knows where to find you.

It will never not take his breath away, seeing you like this. You look so damn enticing. Lying there on your stomach, spread out in linen sheets and wearing nothing but one of his shirts, unbuttoned, just loosely thrown over your form, revealing more of your curves than hiding them. The fabric barely covers your ass and from the way one of your legs is bent he can catch a glimpse of your cunt as well, looking as plump and tender like it did in the morning. God, the temptation to just dip two fingers into you and make you fall apart before anything… he can feel his cock stir slightly just from thinking about it.

He smiles when you put your book down and glance at him over your shoulder, catching his eyes as they–slowly–peel away from between your thighs.

“Hi, bird,” he murmurs. The mattress dips under his weight when he crawls on top of you, his hands sliding over yours, one knee hooking your angled leg just an inch higher, his half-hard cock nestled between the valley of your cheeks. Nanami kisses the side of your neck, up to your jaw, biting down gently for a moment when you arch your back for him, searching for more of that sweet friction. You never hold back in showing what you wanted from him, how you want him, and who was he to withhold that from you? 

Though, of course he wouldn’t give it to you that easily. 

One hand cups your chin and tips it up till his lips meet yours, melting into a delicate kiss; definitely not chaste but not devouring either, not yet. He is sure he could get drunk just from your kisses; they have a way of stirring up a hunger within him that only you could sate. 

“No overtime today?”, you ask once he releases your chin from his grip again and your cheek sinks down on the pillow. He kisses the back of your neck, tasting salt and you, something so sweet and alluring it makes him want to sink his teeth in your flesh on some days. A low rumble escapes his throat, both from arousal and annoyance, the latter because he does not want to think about work right now. 

Not when you’re pinned underneath him like this, just as he had imagined it all day.

“No,” he replies and licks a stripe up your neck, ending with a kiss behind the shell of your ear. “Saved that all for you tonight, love.” 

Nanami can feel your juices leaking into the fabric of his trousers from where his crotch is pressed against you, rocking back and forth ever so slightly. Something primal in him just wants to take you, to sink his cock into you till you feel him deep inside your stomach, to hear you whimper while he stays nestled inside of you for hours. To watch his cum drip out of your cunt, only to shove it back inside again. It would be so easy to give in to that, but if there’s one thing Nanami has plenty of, then it’s self-restraint. Lucky or unlucky, that was for you to decide. 

“You have no idea how divine you looked this morning,” he mutters against your skin, trailing kisses from the back of your neck down your spine, his shirt that you’re wearing slowly slipping further down your shoulders. “With your pussy still dripping for me from the night before…”

He rolls his hips in the tiniest motion, only enough to let you feel how hard he was for you already. The small whine that escaped your throat tugged on the corners of his mouth. 

Trying to keep your composure. How sweet. It wouldn’t last long.

“I missed you,” you utter quietly, when he slowly peels the shirt away from you, exposing your bare form to him. Nanami could never get enough of this moment, your softness in all its glory, every curve of your body, how it folded and melted underneath his big hands; at times he’d think you're a piece of art that only he had the honor to lay his eyes on.

There was also something about you being naked underneath him while he was still fully dressed, and you making a mess out of him despite barely being touched. Nanami growls a little as he sits up slowly, his lower half still pressed against you, but his hands now sliding from your arms between your shoulder blades, till they settle on your hips, pulling you flush against him. He bends over and trails more kisses down your spine. He could kiss every inch of your body and it still wouldn’t be enough to satiate him. Never completely full, always yearning for you. He doesn’t mind. Not when it’s you. 

“Missed you too, my darling,” he whispers, feeling you twitch from the sound of his voice. “Couldn’t get you out of my mind all day. Not that I wanted to. Just so damn hard to focus when all I could think about is how pretty you looked with my hand in your hair and your lips around my cock last night. Took me so damn well down your throat.”

He reaches for a big pillow and gently taps your hips for you to raise them. Fuck, the way your back arches. Nanami can’t help but run a knuckle over your slit, having it on display for him like that. You are so wet already. He slides the pillow underneath your stomach and takes a moment to drink you in with his eyes. You’re so stunning, it makes him feel as if the air was punched out of his lungs. 

All for him. All his. 

Nanami’s hands wander to the back of your thighs, just barely below your ass cheeks, spreading you open like a book. His cock aches painfully in his pants from the sight of your exposed cunt, glistening and dripping. He allows himself a few heartbeats of admiration, knowing how it must feel like hours for you, on full display like this; he can tell from the way you squirm underneath him, eager for his touch. There’s no doubt you’ve been craving him all day just as much as he did. 

Did you touch yourself while he was gone, trying to get the leftover bits of hunger from last night out of your system? Humped your poor pillow, imagining it was him? Did it leave you unsatisfied, the absence of his fingers, his cock, his mouth all over you? 

All of it doesn’t matter now that he is here.

Nanami leans down till his breath is fanning over your cunt before he pulls you an inch closer onto his face, licking a painfully slow and long stripe from your clit up to your hole. He moans when he tastes you, a guttural sound, all desires pooling below his navel. He’d have you in this position for days if he could and it still wouldn’t be enough. 

He repeats what he was doing a few more times, till your moans grow more needy and he lets out an airy laugh against your wet folds. You earn yourself a sharp slap on one ass cheek, then on the other; not hard enough to bruise but enough to make heat coil where his hands landed. Nanami presses a few kisses on each, thick fingers kneading the pain away till it melts into pleasure. 

“So good for me,” he rasps before turning his attention back to your cunt, his hands still spreading you open. His tongue circles your clit before sucking it gently, loving the way it makes you mewl underneath him. “Can’t wait to fill up this needy cunt. Fuck my cum in you till you’re full.”

One thumb collects your juices and comes up to play with your puckered hole, circling around it, the first digit resting against it without pushing it in yet. It makes you whine. 

“In here, too.”

It doesn’t take long for you to fall apart under his tongue, your hands clawing into the linen sheets as you moan his name. Nanami loves the sound of it, loves how you ride out your high with his face between your thighs, loves how the insides of your thick thighs are dripping by now from his spit and your arousal. He’ll have you sit on his face later tonight, Nanami thinks, desperate to feel those thighs shaking around him as you cum once more. 

Sitting back on the edge of the bed he allows you a second to breathe, admiring the sight before him while gently stroking the area around your ankle. Nanami has this habit of always needing to touch you when you are within reach. Any body part would do as long as he can have some skin contact. He just likes to feel you close, to be constantly reminded that you’re here with him. Does that make him touch-starved? He guesses so. But it’s alright, because it’s you. 

You slowly push yourself up before you turn towards him with the smug smile of someone who just traveled to the stars and back. Nanami pulls you towards him with a quiet laugh, one hand in the back of your neck when he kisses you again, letting you taste yourself on his lips and his tongue. 

“Eager, aren’t we?”, he murmurs when your fingers loosen his tie and work down the button row of his shirt, but he doesn’t hold you back; of course not. He closes his eyes and leans his head back when you kiss down his jaw, lips brushing over his five-o’clock shadow before they find his throat, sucking a mark on the side of it–close enough to his collarbone, where it can be easily hidden from a certain co-worker who would otherwise not let go about it. His shirt and his tie land on the floor with a soft thud. 

Nanami groans quietly when your hand cups the prominent bulge in his pants, stained with your slick and drips of precum. The sound of his belt being unbuckled draws his eyes back open again, meeting yours. He can see the silent pleading behind them, how you yearn to have any of your holes finally filled. Greedy. Nanami licks his lips when you unzip his pants, fingers kneading his stiff cock with longing.

“Want me to return the favor?”, you ask in a low voice, lips on his neck again, close to his ear. Nanami sucks in a breath. You don’t have to ask twice.

“Lay down on your back. Head over the edge,” he instructs and watches you do as he said. His eyes rake over your form again. How did you get so perfect? If he could, he’d carve every curve of you into marble just to live in this moment forever. How many hours has he spent with his head against the softness of your tum, with your hands running through his hair, releasing every ounce of stress from his body? It’s like you were made for him. 

Made for each other. 

“You’re beautiful,” Nanami murmurs with a gaze so warm it could melt glaciers. One of his hands strokes your cheek while the other reaches for his throbbing cock, not bothering to take off his pants completely, just enough for it to bounce free. From your upside down view it looks even more massive. Nanami can feel your hungry gaze on him when he pumps himself lazily above you. His fingers trace from your cheek down to your throat, as if to measure how deep you’re gonna swallow him soon enough.

He lowers himself so he can be on a closer eye-level with you, bending over you to kiss you on the open mouth. So pretty. So obedient. 

“You’ll let me ruin you a little, love, won’t you?”, he whispers, pushing his thumb into your mouth to open it up wider. The way you whimper softly in response, sticking out your tongue, has him even harder. Fuck, he feels as if he’s gonna burst any second if he doesn’t feel one of your holes twitch around him soon.

Nanami leans down once more, cups your chin and lets a thick bead of spit fall onto your tongue. With a small tap against your cheek he tells you to swallow it, a satisfied smile playing on his lips when you do so, immediately sticking your tongue out again. Ravening.

He pumps himself again, tempted to just give in to the seething heat in his stomach and spill himself all over your pretty face, but it would not be worthy of the sight in front of him. You need to be properly worshiped for hours. Again with the self-restraint. Instead he grabs a handful of your breasts, kneading the supple flesh of them, while slowly guiding the tip of his cock against your lips. He lets out a low growl the second your tongue swirls around him, licking up the precum leaking from it. 

It would be so easy, to just push himself inside, to make you choke and gag around his length; but Nanami takes his sweet time. When you eat, you savor every bite. And so he inches himself inside your hot mouth slowly, rolling his hips ever so slightly as your lips stretch around his cock. 

“Taking me so well,” he huffs, pulling his cock out and giving it a few strokes to cover it fully in your saliva. You whine in protest when he leaves you empty like this and Nanami clicks his tongue, followed by a quiet laugh. Your plush thighs rub together to chase the throbbing in your cunt, one hand of yours rubbing small circles against your clit. 

“So fucking needy.”

He gives you less time to adjust when he pushes in again but he knows you can take it. Everything he gives you, you accept so willingly; especially when it was his cock shoved down your throat. You gag around him when he bottoms out, holding still for a moment before he pulls himself out again, a thin thread of salvia connecting your lips and his leaking tip. Fuck. He was so pent up and so close already. 

Nanami lets go of your tits and slides his hand up to your throat instead, wrapping around it. He doesn’t tighten his fingers around it, just lets them linger there, caressing your soft skin gently. Underneath his grip he can feel his cock plunging in and out and the tiny vibrations caused by your moans. He always loves fucking your mouth, especially in this position; being able to watch the canvas of yours, how you play with yourself, your cunt probably dripping and aching to be filled like this, too. Poor thing, just one hole stuffed not enough for you. The thought makes his cock twitch, barely holding back anymore.

He hasn’t even cum once, but is already thinking about what positions he’ll have you in later tonight. On your knees, your hands restrained behind your back with his tie maybe. One hand tangled in your hair while you blow him, glassy eyes looking up at him when you take his cock down your throat again. He could have you ride a toy while doing so, just for the pleasure of watching you fall apart upon it, whining that it wasn’t enough, that you needed him. God. One day, you’ll be the death of him. 

“Stick your tongue out for me, darling,” he murmurs, voice gentle yet commanding. You cough for air a little when he pulls his cock out, only to suck his balls into your mouth a moment later while he fists himself above your face. The grip on his cock is so tight that the veins on the back of his hands and his forearm are showing. Eventually he comes with an unrestrained groan, spilling himself all over your face and your chest, panting heavily.

“That’s it, love, take it… so good for me…”

His cock is still twitching when you start lapping up his cum, eager to not let a single drop go to waste. He uses the moment to kick off his pants and briefs that were dangling loosely below his hips by now. It was too hot in this room anyway and what you two were doing wasn’t exactly helping with cooling down. Maybe one day you will have your wish fulfilled of getting your ass eaten from behind with the air conditioning on full blast, but today is not the day.

Nanami helps you sit up on the mattress again before he joins you there, kneeling between your spread thighs. You left a big stain from where you were fingerfucking yourself while he was buried in your throat. Big hands come to your waist and dig into your soft flesh, pulling you closer till you’re almost straddling his lap. You look so alluring, with his cum still warm and running down the valley between your chest, your eyes half-lidded and your lips slightly swollen from being wrapped around his cock. He grabs your chin and tilts your head to kiss you again, tasting himself on your tongue.

“Should I grab you some ice cream from the freezer to suck on while I fuck this needy cunt?”, he asks, sliding one hand from your waist between your thighs, running two fingers between your folds. You’re so wet for him.

“Your fingers will do,” you quip back, biting his bottom lip slightly as you put your hand above his, guiding him where you wanted to feel him. Two of his fingers slip inside you without any protest, he doesn’t have it in him to starve you of them any longer. Your head tips back into your neck in bliss, eyes closed as his digits curl up against your walls, rubbing that spot that makes your head spin. As you get closer to your edge again, your fingers curl around his wrist as if to stop him from removing his fingers too fast, too soon.

“Close,” you murmur and sigh sweetly when Nanami leans closer to kiss the side of your neck. He mutters praise against your sweaty skin while you rock back and forth on his fingers, a third added for extra pleasure. His thumb draws lazy circles around your clit, knowing you’re still sensitive from your orgasm prior. He loves watching you come undone from the lightest touch. 

Your slick is running down his wrist by the time you clench around his fingers in waves, your own fingers now tangled in his hair as you ride out your high. Nanami keeps his eyes open, not wanting to miss a single second of the sight unraveling before him. You look so stunning with your brows knit together, your mouth hanging a little loose, panting and moaning without any restraint. His cock rests hard and heavy against your soft stomach as he slowly draws his hand back, accompanied by a quiet whine of yours.

“So damn beautiful,” he whispers once again when he pushes you down gently onto the bed. Everything Nanami does, he does with utter care and this applies to you, too: Brushing a few loose strands of hair out of your face that were sticking to your temples, a pillow slid behind your head (with the cool side up), eyes scanning over you for any sight of discomfort. Your legs fall apart so easily for him, inviting him in. It’s quiet in the room, except for the sound of your heavy breathing and the ocean shore in the distance.

“Fuck me,” you beg quietly, your eyes not leaving his gaze either. Sometimes Nanami can’t help but wonder what you see when you look at him. If you get the same wondrous feeling in your chest that’s impossible to grasp with words. Something beyond life, beyond love. A whole universe coming apart at its seams just so the two of you could meet in this lifetime.

With one hand planted next to your head, the other around his cock, he guides himself between your spread thighs, the tip nudging your wet folds apart; so warm, welcoming. Made for him. His jaw clenches when you pull your heels towards your ass so you can lift your hips better, leaving him no other choice than to sink into your heat. It’s not like he could have waited any longer anyway. He’ll never get used to how tight you are, he thinks when you clench around him, so needy and sensitive. 

His free hand comes to the other side of your head onto the mattress and he gives you a sharp thrust, making you mewl. He stills inside of you, then slides his cock out almost completely and painfully slowly, till it’s barely just the tip, and then slams into you again. The way your soft body bounces underneath him with each thrust has him breathless. 

“So fucking tight. So perfect for me, darling,” he mutters as one of your hands spread your folds further apart, eyes trained on where you two are connected. The other rests on your soft tum, pressing down below your navel where you can feel him every time he bottoms out inside of you. Nanami’s lips find yours again, a small smile on them when yours part for him, his tongue slipping into your mouth. The kiss is hot and messy, all of your moans swallowed greedily by him, one of his hands coming around your throat again. 

“Harder,” you murmur, your legs now wrapping around his hips to pull him closer. From this position you’re now almost folded in half underneath him. His fingers around your neck twist a tiny bit tighter, which makes your cunt throb. Nanami sucks in a sharp breath. He is already getting closer to his edge again, the heat of your cunt filling him up and making him feel lightheaded with each thrust.

And your whimpers and moans–shit, Nanami could cum from the sound of them alone.

“So good for me… letting me stuff this pretty little cunt… gods, you’re so fucking wet for me, baby,” he growls, almost like a chant to draw out the edge he was balancing on. You look so perfect underneath him, twitching around him, your eyes rolled back, toes curling, taking everything he’s giving you. Nanami hears his own blood rushing down from his head into his core, an almost primal sound leaving his throat when you cum underneath him for a third time, milking him dry. He allows himself to let go of all self-restraint and follows a few heartbeats after into the aftershock of your orgasm. 

His feral side stirs to life again, licking up on him like flames when he spills himself inside of your cunt. How badly he needs to breed you, stuff you so full of him till you’re dripping, fuck you again and again till your body remembers the shape of him forever. 

Nanami’s jaw clenches, breathing heavily. His cock doesn’t soften inside of you, just keeps on throbbing with an insatiable hunger.

“Fuck, darling,” he groans, leaning down to find your mouth again. His forehead rests against yours, your breaths mingling. You find yourself drowning in the darkness of his eyes, pupils blown wide, drunk on you. “Can we…?”

You kiss him back and nod slowly, hazily almost. Blissfully fucked out, full and warm of his seed and his love.

Nanami pulls slowly out of you, watching how your hole pulses from the absence of his cock, your juices and his cum leaking out of you. He cups your cunt and smears your release all over the insides your thighs and your soft stomach, watching you squirm, before he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean. Your chest is still heaving as you try to catch your breath. 

By now the sun was slowly setting, dipping the room into warm shades of red, orange and gold, making you look even more divine when you roll over and get on all fours, back arched for him. You look like the most beautiful mess he has ever seen. For a moment he just lets his eyes linger on you, taking in how you dip your fingers inside of you like honey, spreading your cheeks to lure him into taking you mercilessly. A deep, growling sound rumbles in Nanami’s chest when he lines himself up against you from behind once more. 

His hands are cupping each of your ass cheeks, pulling them apart to have a perfect view of how he sinks into you again. He sets a harsh pace from the start this time, the slaps of his skin against yours echoing from every wall. You’re so wet, almost gushing with every thrust. 

Nanami brings a thumb back up to your puckered hole, spitting on it just for the sake of it, then letting his thumb rest there until you’re practically pushing yourself onto his digit. His free hand kneads the tender flesh of your ass while he stills for a few breaths to give you time to adjust to the new sensation. The sight of you below him takes his breath away once again; your bodies connected, pulsing around each other in the same rhythm. 

“That’s it, love… fuck, you’re so perfect…”, Nanami huffs when he slowly picks up his thrusts again, keeping his thumb hooked in your other hole, you moaning underneath him. “Made for taking all of me…”

Neither of you would last much longer, too sensitive and overheated by now, but fuck, he would make this one worthwhile. All he needs for tonight is seeing you come undone on his cock one last time.

Stuffed in two holes, a certain kind of feral lust shoots through your body like lighting, making you tremble like a sacrificial lamb on the altar. Paired with the ferocity of his thrusts it’s enough for your arms to give in and make you toggle over, landing face down in a pillow. Nanami’s free hand comes up to the back of your neck, pinning you down there as he keeps fucking into your throbbing cunt. His thick cock splits you open, pounding into you as if this was his sole purpose, your name falling from his lips in a low and husky voice.

“Cum for me, darling, just let go, yeah? Need to feel you milk my cock one last time… you’re so good, so fucking perfect for me…”

It’s all too much; the tight grip on the back of your neck like prey being caught, his cock reaching deep into your stomach with each thrust, his thumb playing with your ass… it makes you whimper and whine, but oh, you take him so well, like you’re made for him. Your eyes roll back and you let out a primal sound between a moan and a sob, then your whole body tenses and finally releases all this built up pleasure like a firework, making your skin prickle and your mind go blank.

Nanami curses under his breath and follows you over the edge shortly after, pressing his whole body weight into you as he buries his cock deep inside your twitching cunt, filling you up with his cum. It’s hot and thick inside of you, gushing out on the sides of your pussy when he ruts against you, fucking it deeper inside. 

His hand on your neck doesn’t move. 

“Hold still and be good for me. I’ll cum in your ass, too,” he growls and slides his thumb out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. When he leaves your cunt clenching around nothing, only your juices and his seed dripping out of it, he immediately lines himself up against your asshole, pushing just the tip into it before his cock can soften. No, he wouldn’t be satisfied until he filled all of your holes tonight. 

“Go deeper,” you plead, whimpering in sheer pleasure when he inches himself into your tight ass. “I can take it.”

Nanami knows you can. He has seen you take him up your ass before, and yet it was still a sight that will make him suck his breath in. So fucking tight. He goes slower this time, not wanting you to tear from the sheer size of him and without having you stretched out properly beforehand; but he’s so fucking overstimulated already anyway, just staying buried this deep inside of you and letting you throb around him would be enough squeeze the lift out of him.

He leans down and kisses your spine before he fucks you harder into the mattress with a few more harsh thrusts, then he reaches his point of no return and cums deeps inside of you again. He slumps down on top of you, face nuzzled in the crook of your neck, breathing heavily against your skin while you hum quietly in a state of pure bliss. You stay like this for a bit, time becoming nothing but a blur.

With the last bits of his strength, Nanami eventually pushes himself up again, pulling his softening cock out and watching his cum trickle out of your hole, down the insides of your thighs into the sheets. Such a big, beautiful mess that you’ve made. He gently kneads the flesh of your ass soothingly before he lays down besides you, holding one arm out for you to crawl in. 

Nanami presses a few kisses against your temples and the top of your head when you rest your head on his chest. He’s sure you can feel his heart still pounding, only slowly coming down from his high. His arm wraps around your naked form and pulls you close to him. The sticky heat doesn’t matter at that moment, all he wants is to feel you close. At this moment the whole world is shrinking down to just the two of you, right here, in this golden afterglow.

“I really missed you,” he whispers against your hair, repeating what he had said earlier. He holds you so close, there’s no space for you to wiggle out of his embrace. Not that you wanted to. His fingers brush up and down your spine in the most tender way. 

“You’re here now,” you mumble back, your eyes closed as you bask in his affection, only slowly coming back to your senses. You have been sticky and sweaty before, but now you were practically in shambles, your guts rearranged and all three of your holes sore. You let out an airy laugh.

He really devoured you. 

You press a few kisses against his chest and his collarbone before propping yourself up on your elbows, facing him. Nanami cups one side of your face, thumb brushing over your cheek. He already knows that look on your face all too well, and he smiles.

“You didn’t happen to buy a watermelon on your way home?”, you ask and tilt your head to the side, one finger drawing lazy circles onto his chest. The cravings on your face were clear as day.

Nanami chuckles and shakes his head. He should have known better and listen to his guts earlier when he walked home and brought that damn watermelon. He wasn’t the only one with hunger in his eyes, one that could never be fully satisfied. Maybe that’s why the two of you fell in love all this time ago. When you can feast off each other, you never run out of anything else either. Not lust, not passion, not love.  

“I’ll go and buy you that watermelon in a minute, for being so good to me,” he murmurs with a lazy smile. The expression you’re showing him right now, with your chin resting on his chest was one of triumph and contentment. Both of you know that he’d never deny you any joy of life, and if it came in the form of a round, juicy fruit, then so be it.

Is he looking forward to leaving this bed and putting on clothes again? Absolutely not. Will he do it for you, anyway? 

Yes, always. 

When it’s you, anything, anytime. 

Nanami’s love for you could move mountains, but for now he is glad to just let time stand still with you; here in this place you both call your home.

[goosewithtwoos]

0X1=LOVESONG

Pairing: Bob x Reader because I’m still whipped for him and you can’t stop me

Summary: Poor Baby on Board got a lil too excited during a stunt and has to call in order to calm himself down

“Honey?” As much as you loved calls from Bob, you didn’t love answering the phone at 12:27am to the sound of a soft cry.

Bob was off on the west coast while you stayed on the east. The three hour time difference made things hard but not impossible.

“Baby, are you okay?” You try again when he doesn’t respond initially. He lets out a soft whimper and you nearly drop the phone.

He’s not hurt, he’s horny. You bite your lip to stifle the laugh.

“I-I’m sorry baby, I just need to…Christ…I just need to hear your voice.” His voice is breathy and it sounds like he’s trying to keep himself quiet.

“What’s going on?” You ask, sitting up against the headboard and getting yourself comfortable.

You can head the sound of his zipper and belt coming off before he responds. “I just need you so bad.”

“You got me, Bobby.”

He lets out a cry and you can imagine he’s finally pulled himself from his boxers.

“I know I have you but I need you here with me.”

You let out a soft hum. The sound of your man coming apart from your voice is enough to make your thighs clench. But you knew this wasn’t about you - this was for him.

“What would you do if I were there?” You tease, enjoying how his breath hitches.

“A-anything! I’d take anything.” He’s panting at this point. “I miss you so much. I miss how your lips feel against mine. I miss how good you feel against me. I wish I could have you here with me.”

“I’ll see you soon, baby.” You coo. “But for now…let me tell you all the things I’m going to do when I see you next.”

He makes a noise in the back of his throat that sounds like a mixture of confirmation and another cry.

“Are you touching yourself now?” You ask, to which he quickly affirms. “Good. Close your eyes and pretend it’s my hand.”

You can hear him reposition the phone before you continue.

“I’d go slow, make you wait for it. My thumb would be over the slit and my mouth on your neck, right where it makes you weak. You know the place I’m talking about.”

Bob had a sensitive spot right below his right ear that would never fail to make his knees weak. Literally. Once you had bitten him there and he melted, nearly cumming in his pants right then and there.

“Then, when I’ve had enough of making you beg, I’d get down to my knees and take you into my mouth.”

You could imagine it clear as day. You knew his body like the back of your hand so it didn’t take much for your mind to run with thoughts of him.

“I’d take you so deep. You’d be such a good boy for me, wouldn’t you? You’d probably put your hand in my hair and guide me down your cock.” You could hear his breathing become more rapid and knew he was close. “God, Bobby, you’re so good to me, aren’t you? Such a good boy.”

“Mhm! I am! I’m a good boy.” You could tell he was probably completely lost in pleasure at this moment. His voice had become hoarse and he was much louder than he had been at the beginning.

Bob didn’t know about his praise kink until he had met you. Up until that point, he had tried so hard to be a soft dom for his other partners but upon meeting you - he found he was a hard switch.

You loved making him fall apart with your words and he loved hearing them. He was your good boy and you were his girl.

“I’d keep going until you were about to cum before stopping. I can’t let you end the fun so quickly. And then I’d go back, taking you down my throat. God, I can practically feel you on my tongue. I’d edge you…say…three times? And then I’d give you what you want.”

“I want it!” He babbles. “Want it so bad. Please, lemme..lemme…” He trails off but you know what he wants.

“Good boys get to cum. Are you gonna cum for me?” Your core was throbbing at this point but you held off.

“Mhm! I’m a good boy. I’m your good boy. Gonna - ah - I’m gonna cum! Feels good, feels so good.”

You smile at his words. Even though you were miles away, you were still able to make him putty in your hands.

“Shit - I’m cumming!” He cried, and you heard the hiccuped sob rip from his throat as he did. He worked himself through his orgasm, stifling the sobs that came with it.

It was silent for a few minutes, labored breaths and the sound of him slowly getting his uniform resituated.

“Bobby?” You thought perhaps he had forgotten about his phone, too dazed in his own world.

“Thank you, thank you baby.” He breathed out. “I’m sorry, I just needed to hear your voice so bad.”

“What happened?” You knew it wasn’t uncommon for his days to be stressful but this was one of the first times he’d called you so desperate.

“Phoenix was practicing for the Blue Angels and invited me along with her…I don’t know what happened but it just wouldn’t go down.” You could hear him sniffle and wipe away some stray tears.

“I’m sorry, this hasn’t happened since the Academy.” He admits.

“I’m not mad, honey.” You assure him. “Only reason I’d be mad is if you hung up and left me high and dry.”

He laughs and you can hear him begin to perk back up. “Yeah? You wanna know about what I’d do if I were with you?”

You didn’t go back to sleep that night.

[bibblelevi]

levi whines and writhes on his bed because his hand doesn’t feel as good as yours and he ends in tears because of it, calling you when you’re literally in a busy meeting and asking you to either come home or go to a private room and help him fuck his fist

Astrid you literally tore a 1k+ drabble out of me with this ask alone. I don’t think I’ve ever written anything so fast in my whole life

Househusband! Levi x CEO! fem! Reader Warnings for minor dom/sub dynamics, light angst, masturbation, anal fingering (levi doing it to himself), crying, one or two “mommy”s thrown in, Levi is a little dominant towards the end, mostly femdom

Poor Levi is just so, so frustrated.

You’ve had no time for him for weeks now, constantly in and out of meetings that last hours upon hours, hopping on quick flights and coming home in the dead of the night a day later when he’s already asleep.

He says it’s not his fault he was getting too restless, which is why he feels little shame breaking that one rule.

He touches himself without permission.

It’s on a day when he has nothing to do. He’s deep cleaned the house top to bottom three times, bought groceries that keeping piling up in the fridge because there’s only one person to eat them, reorganized drawers, closets, and the pantry, done the laundry and picked up the dry cleaning. All that’s left is for his mind to wander and his chest to grow heavy with the ache of missing you.

He tries not to touch at first.

You’re busy, and the last thing he wants is to add his misbehavior to your big list of stressors. But you’ve been neglecting him for too long now, enough to where he practically feels invisible. He’s not your maid—he’s your fucking husband, damn it.

It starts as squirming. It’s well over two weeks since the last time you touched him, which is the longest he’s gone in a while. It feels fucking incredible to push his hips into the mattress, even better when he bunches a pillow right against his throbbing cock.

It’s feel so good but he’s also so frustrated that his eyes sting with tears. A pillow just isn’t enough. He needs his own hand. So he rolls onto his back and pushes his shirt up so he can work his pants and briefs down his thighs, his cock slapping free, laying flush and ready against his pelvis. The slightest skim from the hem of his shirt against his tip has him nearly keening, and when he finally brushes his fingers along his shaft, he whines. Color burns bright on his cheeks.

He breathes heavily as he begins, thick cock slotted between his pointer and middle finger. Anything more would be too much; he needs to work himself up slowly. God, you always do it so much better than he does. You get him close slow enough to drag out the pleasure but also magnify the frustration. Such a deadly, torturous combination, yet he loves it regardless.

Precome is glazing his fingertips, he’s leaking so much, and he continues spreading and closing his thighs, writhing on the mattress. His thoughts can’t help but drift to you—what you’re doing, who you’re talking to instead of him, all the hands youre clasping and shaking, all the people you’re smiling at after having disregarded him. It’s enough to have him whimpering, restricting his hand so he can throb aimlessly.

He shouldn’t call you. You’re busy. You’re busy. You’ll be mad if he interrupts you, and it will make everything worse, and he’ll be even more miserable than he is right now.

But God, his hand is not the same as yours. He needs you—more than anything. He just wants to feel you again and have that reassurance that you’re not going to leave him.

That’s the final thought that drives him to grab his phone of the dresser. He clicks your name, holds the phone to his ear, and touches himself as he waits. Ring, ring, ring…

His breath is hitched, thumb rubbing his sensitive cockhead, gathering all the slick that’s pooled in his slit.

Finally, on the last ring, your voice—

“Levi, baby, are you okay?” The concern embude in your words tugs as his heart. Of course you’d be worried. He never calls you when you’re in the middle of work—in the middle of an important meeting. This is a rarity. This has never happened, actually.

“Hello, Levi?”

Fuck, the sound of your voice…

“I-I’m okay,” he stammers, low and husky.

You raise your brows. “You know I’m in the middle of a meeting right now. It’ll be over within the hour, and then I’m on lunch. I can call you back then, baby—“

“No,” he hisses. “‘need you now.”

“Levi, what—“

“Your hands are so much better than mine, Mommy.” He strokes himself more firmly, head thrown back. This time, he lets the noises flow out, unrestrained and unapologetic. “‘doesn’t feel as good when I do it.”

You’re dead silent, now clutching your phone with a death-grip. “Are you seriously playing with yourself right now?”

“Yeah. So?” He frowns and takes his hand off. “You think you deserve my cock?”

“Levi, you know the rules.”

“Well, I don’t care. Either come here and make me stop, or go back to your shitty meeting. I just wanted to let you know you don’t deserve me. Good-bye.”

He ends the call abruptly, heart pounding out of his chest. Not because he’s afraid of you, but because he’s fuming. How dare you expect him to follow those rules in earnest after how much you’ve neglected him? They hardly hold any weight to him anymore. Not when it’s like you’re barely there.

If you don’t come home, it will break his heart.

He resumes his idle touching, not wanting to bring himself to the point of no return until you’re here to do it for him. Thirty minutes… that’s about how long it takes for you to go to and from your building. But he won’t wait any longer than forty. You can come home to him later when he’s covered in his own cum. He’ll stand the mess that long just to burn that image into your mind and make you regret how you’ve been treating him.

He’s too close too soon, so he forces himself to release his reddened cock, and he searches blindly for the bottle of lube in the nightstand drawer. Once his fingers are generously lathered, he curls up on his side and lifts a leg. One finger then two slip inside but not with the ease he’s accustomed to. It’s tight, and the sensation scratches his brain. Again, this is something you’re better at than he is. You know his body perfectly by now.

A little gasp sounds as he finds the sweet spot. He curls his fingers, then begins to prod the area, his cock twitching in response.

He’s so lost in the feeling he doesn’t even register the door opening. He only feels the mattress dipping, and his eyes flutter open to slits. There you are, perched beside him, but instead of disapproval or disappointment in your eyes, your expression is softer than its been in a long time. He missed you looking at him in that way—that expression reserved for him and him alone.

“Oh, Levi. You’re beautiful,” you say quietly.

Your eyes rake up and down, taking in the fucked-out sight of him; his shirt all rumpled and bunched above his tummy, his slick, flushed cock leaking over his pelvis, his shiny fingers pushed all the way inside. His hair is a mess and his lips are glossy with saliva, and his eyes—his pretty blue-gray eyes are distant.

“Can I touch you?”

He’s baffled. It’s been so long since you’ve actually had to ask. He nods dumbly, any last bit of stubbornness crumbling in the face of his pure need.

Carefully, you bring your fingers to his mouth. You outline those puffy, damp lips and tug down on the bottom one before letting it pop back into place. He shudders beneath the sensation. Your hand continues it’s descent down his body, not claiming but remembering. You’ll claim him again, later, but for now, you just need to feel him again. You need to remind yourself of all those scars, marks, and freckles. All those sensitive, soft spots on him that he hides so well.

You unbutton his shirt and take it off, then rub his nipples into stiffer peaks. Until finally, you’re caressing his ribs, his hips, his thighs—his cock. He whines obnoxiously, like a mewl, at your teasing fingers. Up and down they move over his shaft, until you wrap a soft fist around him. His fingers inside of him still.

“Look at you,” you exhale. You fuck him agonizingly slow. “You’re right. I don’t deserve you.”

He hums, pushing his hips into you. His eyes fall shut. “Y-you can… earn me back.” Pink dusts his cheekbones.

“I can?”

“Mm-hm. Jus’ pay more attention to me.”

The simplicity of his answer makes your mouth curl. “I will.” There’s a new vigor added to your strokes, a perfect pace set. He throws his head back and his mouth falls open, wispy high-pitched sounds flowing out of him. His fingers rub the spot inside him, helping build him to his peak, and the squelching sounds of all the slick amplify in his ears.

Neither of you say anything as tears slide down his cheeks and he paints his lower tummy in his arousal. His walls clamp down on his fingers, his body burning wonderfully. He’s writhing, gritting his teeth while succumbing to the intensity of his climax. You stroke him through it, his cum soaking your palm, being used to bring him to a second high.

It’s barely a minute later when he’s at his second climax. His release dribbles out of him, down your knuckles, while he cries from the overstimulation.

Eventually, he has to swat at your wrist, fingers sinking into your skin. “Too much, Mommy. ‘s too much. Can’t cum anymore.”

“Okay, baby.”

Levi slumps against the pillows, basking in the afterglow of his multiple releases. His body is weightless, a pleasurable tingle in the pit of his stomach. His heart doesn’t hurt as much either.

He opens his eyes when he feels a coolness over his stomach. You’re wiping him clean with a damp rag using a careful precision, not wanting to overstimulate him any further. He sighs.

“For a moment, I thought you weren’t gonna come home.” He averts his gaze. “It was like you forgot I even existed, or something.”

His admission breaks your heart. You frown, grabbing his hip. “I will always come home, Levi. And I’m so, so sorry. I promise you I’m going to do everything I can to win you back.”

He blushes, muttering, “You haven’t completely lost me… just don’t do that shit. You can dress me up as your maid all you want but I’m not actually your goddamn maid.”

The two of you are silent before you start to laugh, your eyes squinting. Levi finds it in himself to gently smile, too.

“Duly noted,” you say. You reach up and grab his chin, guiding his eyes onto yours. “You’re not my maid. You’re my husband. The best husband in the entire world.”

“Well, maybe not—“

“Yes, the entire world,” you murmur against his lips. “I don’t even want you to doubt that.”

His body melts into you. God, he didn’t even think about how long he went without being kissed by you. Your mouth moves slowly over his, and he prods into your mouth with his tongue, desperate for more.

“I think it’s time I take time off,” you gasp into his mouth. You crawl onto him, knees settling on either side of his hips. His fingers work diligently to unbutton your blouse.

“Oh, really?”

You kiss him again, long and wanting.

“Yes. Yes. We can do whatever you want. Go wherever you want. I’ll spoil you rotten, dear.”

He moans, gripping your thighs. “Whatever I want?”

“Yes. Anything you could ever wish for.”

“Starting now?”

“Yes, now.”

“Then I want to be inside you, right fucking now,” he growls. “So take all this shit off.”

You peck his lips one last time before parting. “Anything you want, baby,” you echo.

[planetsano]

premature ejaculation

SYNOPSIS 𖦹 he cums too fast.

WARNINGS 𖦹 18+

CHARACTERS 𖦹 bakugou, kirishima, midoriya, todoroki, denki, tamaki.

BAKUGOU — doesn’t want to talk about it because his ego is a little hurt.

He hasn’t nutted that fast since his first time.

Don’t poke him at him, though. Poor baby woke up with a raging hard-on that morning and didn’t have enough time to take care of it.

It was hard as a rock, pulsating, and resting against his lower stomach oozing clear precum.

The only thing he could think about that whole day was pinning you face down, ass up, while he fucked into you.

Lord, when he finally got you into his dorm, it was over. He was so fervent and eager that he couldn’t care less about stripping naked.

He hiked up your school skirt, pulled down those panties, pulled out his cock, and got to ramming.

Don’t worry, it feels fantastic, but you can’t help but notice he’s actually moaning. no dirty talk, no groans or grunts, he’s moaning like a little bitch.

Before you could tease him and say something slick, he pulled out so fast and jerked his cock until he painted your ass white, only letting a strained groan of “jesus christ..” escape his lips.

He notices your confused yet very entertained look as you looked back at him. Biting your bottom silently saying “well what was that all about?”

all he says is, “don’t say shit to me.”

KIRISHIMA — has excellent stamina, this boy could fuck you for hours without cumming. Real manly shit.

But all that is out the fucking window one night when he has you on your knees in a cramped bathroom at a party.

Number one, you guys were taking body shots. Number two, you were bouncing your ass back on him to some Cardi. (he’s for sure watching you twerk on him while taking sips out of a red solo cup, you can’t tell me otherwise)

But number three really got him. You whispered that you wanted to suck his dick.

That’s how you ended up on your knees in the bathroom, slapping his hard dick against your tongue. He’s swears you’re giving him the best head he’s ever received.

He’s gripping the bathroom counter so hard, damn near activating his quirk.

The second he feels you take him in your throat he cums.

“H-holy shit, baby— hold on, wait-!”

It’s too much. You look so hot with your nose his buried in his pubic hair while you’re looking up at him through your fake lashes.

You’re not upset, you’re actually feeling a little confident you got him to finish so fast.

“Goddamn, babe. That’s the fastest I- What are ya doin’?”

“You should really trim this bush, Eiji.”

(side note: his carpet does NOT match the drapes)

MIDORIYA — is embarrassed, to say the least.

Listen, he had a long week. He was stressed, tired and needy. It honestly felt like he hasn’t seen you in weeks because the both of you have been so busy with school and work-study there wasn’t really any time to see each other.

It made him sad, but he was so excited when he opened up his dorm’s door to see you standing there as cute as can be in your pj’s holding your pillow.

a couple of hugs and kisses later, you end up on his bed in a heated make-out session.

You’re on top of him, lips locked on his moving in sync while you dry-humped him.

He’s moaning and squirming underneath with his big rough hands alternating between gripping at your thighs and ass.

You’re about to go feral at this point, so you lift yourself from his lips with your hands resting on his chest.

You’re looking down at your flushed boyfriend with the most intense bedroom eyes and say, “want you to make me cream, zuku.”

Midoriya literally can’t take it anymore, and he cums in his sweatpants moaning your name so pretty.

You weren’t sure if he did what you think he did but pulling down the front of his sweats and looking into his boxers, you saw the sticky white mess he made.

Honestly, he needed that. Just clean him up and let him be. Cuddle with him a bit and tell him that its okay.

TODOROKI — has no clue why he came so fast. He usually lasts around 20 minutes. So why was today so different?

Maybe it was the fact you got him really worked up in the common area without you not even realizing it.

Frustrated, sho whispers to come back to his dorm to “help him with something.”

chile, he’s fucking you in missionary, your legs hiked up from the back of your knees by his hands.

His thrusts were sloppier than usual, but it still felt good.

You noticed he looked really flushed in the face, like really lost in the feeling. His mouth was open in an ‘o’ shape, and hair covering his eyes slightly.

After a couple more thrusts, he just? Pulled out? You were confused, so you called his name softly, seeing that he was looking down and panting.

When you looked down, you saw his cock twitching, probably the most you’ve ever seen before he shot his load on your stomach, completely untouched.

He mumbles a soft and breathless 'sorry, I don’t know what came over me’ before settling himself between your legs to go down on you. You really think he was gonna nut and leave you without your own high? He’s a gentleman.

DENKI — is the king of ’did you cum?’ and like our queen, Megan said, ’you know I ain’t cum boy if you had to ask me.’

you’re not too annoyed though, it was expected. He got hard during lunchtime when he saw you lean over the lunch table to give Mina the tiniest peck on the lips.

The boys didn’t believe the girls when they said they had no problem sharing a little sugar with their close girlfriends from time to time just because you were just that comfortable with each other.

Denki was shocked but still turned on. & on top of seeing two pretty best friends kiss, he was sitting right next to you, so when you leaned over the table, your skirt rode up, exposing so much of the back of your thighs.

The curve of your ass just looked banging, and you were thigh highs too? Oh, he was hard for sure.

He tells you about his dilemma when you sit back down, and you take pity on your dear boyfriend.

The next thing you know, he’s pounding you in a quiet unisex bathroom on campus that no one really used.

He’s maybe 3 minutes in before he cums inside of you. You can only roll your eyes when he kisses your temple, promising to make it up to you later.

All you say is, “whatever, kaminari.” before pulling up your panties. he really wasted 3 minutes of your lunch for a couple of pumps. But hey, that’s your king, right?

TAMAKI — is a sensitive little thing. inside and out.

Please don’t tease him because he’s trying his best, okay?

When you guys usually have sex, he lasts a good while but still tended to cum before you.

It’s okay, though, because he continues to rut into despite how sensitive he is to allow you to finish. you end up cumming a few seconds after he does.

This particular day though, you just wanted to play with him. the entire day, you were teasing him, touching him, whispering in his ear, playing with his ears.

He was on the verge of breaking point when you saw that and decided enough was enough. It’s time to fuck.

You both ended up on his bed with your hand lazily stroking up and down his shaft.

You whispered dirty things into his ear, making him squirm and buck up into your hand.

The fun didn’t last too long though because you say whisper he really likes and he’s shooting his load in your hand, a whimpering mess.

“tama… did you like it that much..?”

He can’t even look you in the eyes he’s so embarrassed. But it’s your fault for riling him up so much, of course he’s gonna finish fast!

Just keep rubbing his dick, his refractory period is insane. He’s sensitive but you know he likes a little overstimulation.

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[jin0]

Dylan o’brien is into pussy spanking and breast worship thank you 💗✨🔥

BRUH ???? thank YOU FOR THIS ???!?!!!!

because imagine college dylan that looks like this :

he's an artist and basically the fucking king of this place yk ?? you're more on the basic side, med student to make mommy and daddy happy yk ?? and he's so in love with you, he can't create without you around !! he needs to have you sleeping behind hom or doing something yk ?? just being around and vibing.

but imagine if you've been busy for a while which means no creations for a while, until you're free and he's nearing a deadline for an assignment.

so one day, he just picks you up off of your desk to sit you on his lap. you're like kinda confused until he buries his nose in your chest and you get that you might've neglected him a little. he's like a house plant yk, if you don't pay attention to him 24/7 he'll literally die (his metaphor, not yours).

he's holding you, koala bear style and basically not saying a word for a good minute before raising his fave off your tits and smiling like an idiot.

"need a little help for an assignment due tonight at midnight."

"oh sure, what do you have for now ?"

he points to the white canvas, absolutely fucking blank. and you're the kind of student to stress if you're not handing your stuff in advance yk ?? so you panic for him because he's too nonchalant about basically failing an assignment.

"dylan. i'm literally stressing for you here. how can you just completely disregard the fact that you have 4 HOURS LEFT TO FINISH THIS ?!?!?"

this mf shrugs like it's nothing.

"i was waiting for inspiration and you were busy so i waited."

honestly you don't say anything cause he's cute but you'll give him a talk about surviving without you and not basing his artist capacities on you.

anyways !! jump to like thirty minutes in the future, this man has you wrapped around his cock, keeping him warm while he squeezes your tits with one hand and paints with the other. he plays with your nipples, eventually biting your neck and keeping you soft and nice on him. but when you get impatient, he slaps your poor sensitive pussy and has you tightening around his cock. you know you're not going to last long when he slaps you over your clit for the fourth time already.

you're whining and squirming on his lap so he slaps your pussy to keep you well behaved and he's enjoying himself.

"bunny if you don't stay still i'm not going to get this part right, and if i fuck up this assignment, i'm going to ruin you. and your pretty cunt's already dripping all over me. don't make me punish you bun bun. i want you still and quiet bunny, you'll cum when i tell you to. now be good, needa finish this painting remember ?"

the audacity of this man ?? he does finish the painting and does fuck you to the brink of insanity to reward himself because he's like that 🤷🏾‍♀️