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confessionsandcreampies · 2 months ago

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꒰ sex ban for them 🙂‍↕️ ꒱ྀི　

— gojo satoru - “this is why you’re not allowed on top”

you’re crawling down the hallway in a bathrobe, legs trembling, and gojo’s just chilling at the kitchen counter like he didn’t just ruin your entire existence.

“need help, princess?” he grins, sunglasses still on, hair tousled.

“i need an exorcist,” you growl. “you rode me like a bull and moaned into my ear.”

he tilts his head. “you said you wanted me on top for once.”

“you bounced like a porn star and then asked me why i was crying.”

he licks his spoon. “because you were happy?”

you throw a banana at him. “sex ban. seven days. or i’ll go into cardiac arrest.”

he gasps. “that’s like… a lifetime in horny years.”

now he’s getting worse. stretching on the couch, legs spread. walking around shirtless. moaning on purpose just to piss you off. “oops. guess the blindfold fell off. wanna help me find it? naked?” you’re going to explode before the ban ends and he knows it.

— fushiguro toji - “you treat my body like a weapon”

you’re wheezing and clutching the headboard. whole body sore like you ran a marathon barefoot. toji’s just grinning, towel around his neck, finishing a water bottle. still naked.

“you okay, sweetheart?”

you try to sit up. you can’t. “you flipped me like a pancake mid-thrust.”

he smirks. “gotta keep you guessing.”

“you said, ‘shut up and take it.’ then bit me.”

“you sounded so cute when you squealed.”

you glare. “sex. ban. or i’m putting you in a muzzle.”

he chuckles. “you’re the one who keeps saying, ‘harder, daddy’. i’m just accommodating.”

now he’s working out in the bedroom shirtless, grunting loudly, purposely letting sweat drip down his abs.’“oh no,” he’ll say. “my towel slipped. you gonna punish me, sweetheart?” …you end up breaking the ban. on the weight bench.

— nanami kento - “you should be arrested for what you did”

nanami’s cleaning his glasses at the breakfast table while you shake next to him, nursing your bruised thighs and your pride.

“you called me ‘a filthy little professional stress relief toy’ and then apologized while still pounding me.”

nanami hums. “you were very tight. i assumed you enjoyed it.”

“i bit the pillow. it ripped.”

he sips his coffee. “we should replace that.”

“sex. ban. until further notice.”

he calmly sets his cup down. “that’s unfortunate.”

you squint. “you’re taking this too well.”

he does until day 2. now he’s leaning over your shoulder at the office, whispering filth in your ear like it’s just casual conversation. “i keep picturing how your thighs shake when you come. are you wet now?” you scream. he smirks. ban? broken.

— fushiguro megumi - “you’re not supposed to be this good at it”

you’re curled up in bed, thighs shaking, and megumi is in the corner of the room looking like a fucking saint. but he’s not.

“you said you didn’t know what you were doing,” you groan.

he glances at you, deadpan. “i don’t.”

“you fucked me like a seasoned sorcerer of sin. you kept your face blank while destroying my cervix.”

he shrugs. “you said to go deeper.”

“i didn’t say disappear into my womb like a fucking curse technique.”

“you were dripping all over my cock.”

you throw a pillow at him. “sex. ban. five days.”

megumi nods like it’s a punishment for him, but he keeps finding ways to accidentally brush against your ass, lean too close when reaching past you, or stare just a little too long at your mouth. by day 3, you’re begging. he smirks for the first time ever. “told you i’d break you.”

— itadori yuji - “you almost made me go blind”

you’re limping through the dorm hallway, gripping the wall like an old man. yuji’s chasing after you, panicked. “are you okay?? did i hurt you??”

you spin on him, pointing accusingly. “you came in me three times and then asked if i wanted to do reverse cowgirl. i can’t see straight.”

he winces. “i got excited…”

“you called me your ‘sweet little fleshlight’—yuji. yuuujiiii.”

“i said it once!”

“you said it while sobbing from how good my pussy felt.” you collapse onto the couch. “sex ban. four days. and i mean it.”

yuji pouts. follows you around like a lost puppy. licks his lips when you wear shorts. accidentally moans when brushing past you. by the end of day 2, he’s fully lost it. begging, hands shaking. “can i just eat you out, please? i miss the taste.” you crumble and then sob on his face.

— inumaki toge - “you made me speak.”

you’re staring at him, dazed. legs spread and pussy pulsing. toge’s panting. sweat dripping down his neck. he’s still inside you.

you whisper, hoarse, “you… talked.” he wipes his lips and smirks. “what the fuck was that, toge?! you said—you said actual words.”

he leans down, kisses your cheek, and murmurs, “so tight, i can’t think straight.”

you scream into the pillow. “sex ban. you’re unhinged. you’ve betrayed me.”

he just tilts his head, all fake innocent. now he’s teasing you constantly. whispering tiny, filthy phrases with his cursed speech filter.

“drip.”

“clench.”

“soak.”

you’re vibrating like a toy on the edge of combustion. he signs you to break the ban or he’ll tell you to cum. you break down sobbing.

#🥀 sinful jjk #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jjk smut #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjkstory

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clarkology · 12 days ago

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୨୧ pint sized sweetheart ୨୧

warnings: friendly teasing :)

summary: lando’s not the tallest guy in the world, but his girlfriend being shorter than him is one of his favourite things. and he loves to tease.

notes: y/n is somewhere between 4’11 and 5’1

“Mate, you’re gonna lose us this match if you don’t focus,” Lando muttered into his microphone, a concentrated frown on his face.

The chat was, as usual, piling in with comments about the game play.

“I’ve got this, please,” Max scoffed, “we just need one more-!”

“Lando Norris!”

He jumped in his seat, letting go of his keyboard and mouse as Y/N stormed in, her cheeks flushed red, a frown on her face.

“Fuck, baby, you almost scared the living-,” he clutched his chest.

“What have I told you about putting my snacks on the top shelf?!” the girl thundered, as Lando’s confused expression melted into a smirk. Of course. Height issues.

“Forgot,” he shrugged coolly, ignoring Max’s voice through the microphone, raging about how they’d lost the game.

“Well…don’t forget then!” Y/N spluttered, huffing.

“Alright,” Lando nodded, doing his best to surprise the smug smile threatening to ease onto his defined features.

There was a pause.

“So?” Y/N demanded, tapping her foot impatiently.

“So?” Lando repeated, spinning back round to look at his girlfriend, who was surprisingly very annoyed for a girl with such small stature.

“So…! Lando!” the girl groaned.

He was really going to make her ask for his help.

He just batted his lashes at Y/N, the chat going wild in the background.

user1: the way he teases her, i can’t 😭

user2: oh to have a man like that

user3: @/user2, forget having a man like lando, we want a woman like y/n!!!!

“Fine,” she crossed her arms, “Lando, could you…help me…get my snacks from the cupboard?”

Lando raised a brow.

“Please,” Y/N begrudgingly added.

With a grin, he stood up, hooking his arm round her waist as he walked towards the stairs and to the kitchen.

“You’re so annoying,”

Lando just smirked, easily pulling the bag of crisps from the top shelf, tossing them to Y/N.

“Sorry baby,” he kissed her head, giving her waist a gentle squeeze, “I’ll keep it low for you next time,”

“You better,”

“Lando,” Y/N whined, elongating the last syllable of his name after what felt like the past hour had been height related teasing at her expense.

“Y/N,” he mimicked her tone, snickering.

“You’re not even that tall,” the girl pointed out as he scoffed.

“Maybe. But I’m taller than you,” he gave her a wicked grin, bumping her gently with his shoulder before pulling her into a hug.

Neither had paid much attention to whatever TV show was running in the back.

Y/N grumbled, still accepting the warm hug, snuggled into the soft cotton of his hoodie.

“Imagine if I dated someone taller,” she snickered as Lando groaned, rolling his eyes. This has always been her go-to when she wanted to fight back the teasing.

“Like George…or Alex…”she listed, her voice airy and teasing.

“First off; ew,” he scrunched his nose, “second off; they have girlfriends already! And besides,” he snorted, “imagine if they got mad at you?”

“Hm?”

“They’d put your stuff even higher on the shelves to piss you off,” Lando snorted, “then no amount of short-girl parkour will get it back!”

Y/N shrieked indignantly as Lando laughed, shaking his head in amusement.

“Fine!” she hit his chest gently, “I’ll date someone else who’s my height, and won’t tease me about it,”

Lando paused.

“I don’t even want to imagine someone else with you,” he grumbled, his mood sniffing as Y/N giggled.

“What can I say? I’m just a short girl trying to survive in a world full of tall people,” she batted her eyes as Lando scoffed, nudging her.

“Yeah yeah, shut it, you,” he pulled her into his side, burying his face in her hair, “my favourite pint-sized girl,”

lando • with y/n

liked by maxfewtrell, carlossainz, rebeccad, alexandrasaintmleux

caption: i may be taller but she stands out the most ❤️ @/yn

• comments •

y/n: AWWW ILYSMMM ❤️

-> y/n: did u chatgpt the caption

-> lando: @/yn idk what ‘chatgpt’ is but ilyt 🥰

-> user1: love how she clocked his ass 😭

-> y/n: he love me but he love chatgpt more 😢

user2: couple goals fr omggggggggggg

rebeccad: this is cute but she told me she did this pose with me first

-> alexandrasaintmleux: but…she said it was with me??? 😟

-> y/n: ladies, i-i can explain ✋

-> carlossainz55: or don’t explain so i can have my girlfriend back 😐

-> user3: HAHAHAH carlos is sooooo done also y/n’s anime stutter 😭😂

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iamthatonefangirl · 1 month ago

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thinking of wearing pink for Bucky…

(this is WAY longer than I intended it to be.)

thinking about wearing a soft, light pink nightgown for Bucky. trimmed with lace at the top, hits high on your thighs, fits quite loosely. a pair of matching pink lace panties underneath.

when you told him you were going shopping with a friend, he told you, “buy yourself something nice. put it on my card.”

when you saw the gown on the mannequin in the window of the boutique…

you had to.

the silk was soft under your touch when you picked it up. you don’t usually wear pink, or anything this nice to bed—you just wear one of his shirts. he loves seeing you in his clothes.

but this…

you almost wondered if it would even look good on you. if you could even be the kind of girl who wore something as delicate and soft as this.

so you tried it on. and it just felt right, felt good.

you hoped he would like it. of course he would, he’d like anything on you.

but would he like it like it?

when you got home and he asked you what you’d purchased for yourself, you just kissed him softly and told him, “you’ll see.”

one everything shower later, and you’re slipping it over your head, matching panties to go with it

it suddenly doesn’t look as good as it did in the fitting room. it’s not as flattering around your chest, and it’s just not right.

but it’s too late now.

so you step out of the bathroom and into the bedroom where he’s reading a magazine before bed

and he sees you in it, and…

fuck.

he immediately sits up, dropping the magazine, jaw dropping.

“come here,” he whispers, spreading his legs for you to stand between them. his hands hover over your hips, too afraid to touch, looking at you from head to toe.

he’s in awe. you look like a fucking angel, a walking wet dream. too precious and perfect for someone like him to touch.

but oh how he wants to touch you.

“goddamn,” he finally says, forcing himself from his speechlessness. “baby…”

“yeah?” you ask, looking down at yourself, fingers fidgeting with the hem at your thighs.

“oh, yeah,” he says, voice deeper than before. lower. “spin for me, baby.”

you begin to twirl, the silk lifting and softly catching air as you spin, revealing the lace undergarment below.

when you’re facing him once more, he can’t help himself. he finally puts his hands on you.

he rests them on your thighs, pushing up under the gown so he can slip his thumbs under the band of the panties.

“you buy this for me?” he asks, in pure adoration of you, a soft smile forming on his face.

“mhm,” you confirm, reaching to adjust it, to pull it up higher on your chest.

“don’t, baby. just let me look,” he pleads, a soft whisper. “just wanna look at you for a minute.”

his eyes look at you with all the love he has for you, taking in every inch of your body standing in front of him.

after a few moments of him examining, he adjusts his grip on your hips, moving to the back of your thighs. he pulls you forward, not even needing to speak. you get the hint as he settles you on his lap, straddling him.

he plants his mouth on the skin of your chest just above where the silk lays, sucking a few lazy hickeys into your skin.

and then—

he leans down, pressing his mouth to the flesh of your breast over the silk.

“fuck, Bucky,” you whine, and he just keeps going. you can see how the silk begins to grow damp against your skin.

you feel flesh fingers adjusting, pushing between the two of your bodies and reaching between your legs where they’re spread over his lap.

you gasp when you feel him begin to rub your clit over the lace.

“so gorgeous,” he mumbles. “all warm and wet for me.”

you moan, leaning into him further, encouraging his touch.

“that’s a good girl,” he coos, “gonna fuck you soft and sweet in this little getup you bought for me, baby. then I’ll put you on your hands and knees and fuck you like the little whore you are.”

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indouloureux · 2 months ago

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should we just keep driving

— clark kent x fem!reader

— synopsis: the 4 times clark kent keeps his glasses, and the 1 time superman wears them

— a/n: just dorky cute clark kent, and a bunch of domesticity

his fingertips are almost too big for his keyboard, and you think poor clark, needing to bend his back a little just so he could be eye level with the monitor.

clark's eyes narrow, his lips pouting. he reaches for a yellow sticky pad, aiming to pull out just one but ends up pulling the whole stack. then he takes a pen that almost looks like a toothpick in his grasp, scribbles something down, and sticks it onto the corner of his computer... alongside the other sticky notes he's stuck onto his computer.

your brows meet together in curiosity. lois peers up the top of her monitor. "something wrong?"

"his monitor is covered in notes." you say, leaning back on your chair, bending backwards slightly. "he's... brainstorming."

"on superman's unwanted involvement with the boravian government?" she asks, taking a sip of her coffee that was a little less coffee and a bit more sugar. "surprising to see him be this infused when he always gets an interview with superman himself in a span of a minute."

"no i don't think he's brainstorming on that," you tilt your head to the side. you know clark can hear your conversation but doesn't show not even a single sign of his attention being diverted to you. clark bobs his head lightly to the music traveling through his earphones, tutting the tune. "i don't think he's brainstorming on an article at all."

you move your chair closer to him, wheels spinning on the marble floor. you see the icon of the mighty crabjoys on the corner of his screen, and the closer you get—

a blog. about how to make pot roast. clark is reading a cooking blog, and the notes that bedeck his monitor are steps, identified through tiny scribbled numbers at the top. he removed one earphone and turns to look at you, putting his elbow on the armrest.

"can i help you with something?" he blinks, smiling a little as if telling you he's open to helping you with whatever it is. he sniffles just enough to push the glasses up his face, lens smudged with his fingerprints.

you shake your head. "are you done with all your paper work?"

"yep."

"sure? 'cause if you haven't, perry's gonna hand you your ass."

"my ass is perfectly fine, thank you." clark bows his head and turns back to the monitor,

leaving one ear open. "just... looking for what to eat for dinner."

you lean closer. you place your head just beside clark's shoulder, chin grazing the fabric of his oversized blazer. you see the tips of his ears redden. "you miss home, smallville?"

clark nods. "i miss ma's cooking, that's for sure." he smiles at you with pretty dimples. you look at his crooked tie and reach out to straighten it for him. his throat bobs, blubbers out a shy thanks, blushes even harder when your hand stays.

he reaches to place his hand on top of yours but ends up toppling the plastic cup that had his pens. clark yelps, his eyebrows meeting in an embarrassed frown, followed by a shy laugh as he picks up the pens that roll off his desk.

you laugh and roll away.

—

as predicted—clark is hunched over in the small area of your kitchen cooking a rushed pot roast.

he'd gotten home before you did, finishing up your latest article so that you wouldn't have to bring any work at home. you place your shoes beside his by the door, dropping your bag by the couch before entering the kitchen.

clark hears you even before you'd step foot in; "done with all the work?"

you walk towards him and wrap your arms around him, placing your cheek on his back; all muscles, with a scent that smells like soap and old paper and a bit of smoke. when he chuckles, it vibrates against your whole upper body.

"a bit tiring."

he turns the stove off and grabs a wooden spoon, taking a bit of the sauce into it. then clark turns a little and wraps a free arm around you before placing the spoon in front of your mouth.

"taste- oh! hold on—"

clark brings the spoon just an inch from his face and blows, a white dust escaping his pink lips, then brings it back to you.

"there, not too hot now."

you taste and hum in its delicacy. clark kent is many things; being a chef is one of his possible professions had he not taken journalism, because the sauce kisses the palate of your tongue the way clark would when he's ablaze.

he smiles at his triumph to please you. "it's amazing."

"yay."

you realize just now that he's wearing an apron made by Martha—red on the edges with a white pocket filled with tiny little heads of cows. in the pocket was the sticky notes he'd placed earlier on his computer back at work.

you look up and see that his glasses had fogged. you take it and wipe the lens on the fabric of his apron and say, "you're home, y'know? no need to wear the glasses, honey."

"yeah well, superman may be an alien, but his anatomy is close to a normal human being. therefore–" he leans down so you could place the large chunky frames back on the bridge of his nose "– as clark kent, i actually do not have 20/20 vision."

"so you're immune to alcohol and fevers but not to bad eyesight?"

"i'm allergic to pollen and get a bad stomach ache when i eat too much seafood. sometimes, i have my own cons."

you chuckle and peer over the open pot. "no peas?"

clark frowns. "come on, you know i hate peas! that one specifically irritates me!"

ii.

"i don't see why you can't just use super speed to help me clean up."

you're back at smallville for the holidays. and you find yourself eating breakfast at six in the morning, and doing chores at ten. martha and jonathan are at the market for the following holiday dinner, which leaves you and clark to do his daily routine that he'd always done back in his youth.

"because, my very lazy sweetheart," he closes the vacuum, the couch lifted with one hand. there's dust settling on the fold of his flannel just by his elbow, and his nose is red from inhaling it. "it's superman's vacation."

"you're using your strength right now!"

"this is an exception. this couch is heavy."

you roll your eyes and wipe the remaining water off a plate before stacking it up at the cupboard. "i love you and i love your family, but if we don't use your super speed, we'll be doing chores until twelve in the afternoon."

clark, just to tease you, uses his speed to give you a quick chaste peck on your mouth before going back to the living room. you gawp, his kiss more like a feather than an actual contact.

"then it would be just in time for lunch. besides, this is bonding!" then he pouts at something by his feet. "oh gosh, there's a weird patch on the floor."

"but you said you'd teach me how to ride a horse." you pout, holding a towel in your hand.

he moves and lifts the other couch up. "i will. after lunch, i promise."

then he flicks the vacuum back on.

—

back at metropolis, clark always used your car if you weren't available. but most of the time, he loved it when you drove. it was an exchange to the times he'd fly you anywhere.

but here in smallville, clark had a red truck, kept under a sheet outside of his home. he's using it now to drive you somewhere deep into the farm's meadows in the late night.

the windows are down and you're peeking your head out, letting the wind kiss your face the way it would when clark flew you across the sky. in the driver's seat, clark has a hand on the steering wheel, and the other on the bottom of your spine to keep you steady, glancing at you every few seconds with a soft smile on his face.

"where you taking me, clark?" you say loudly, a bright smile on your face. and he thinks it's shining brighter than the super moon this evening, a glow more radiant and deeper than its crates.

"almost there, honey."

clark stops just when the truck reaches a small hill. he takes the keys out, the vehicle rumbling to a stop. and when you click on the lock that unbuckles your seatbelt, clark jogs—jogs, not using his super speed—to open your side of the door.

he offers his calloused hand to which you gladly take, fitting in like a puzzle, and you hop down. there, you see that he's prepared a blanket and a basket right in the middle of the hill. your brows raise and look at him.

the stars reflect off his lens and he's looking up like he's sheepish and shy, rocking back and forth between his heels, rubbing his thumb between the crevices of your knuckles. you laugh.

"is this why you left me with Martha earlier?" you pull him to the blanket and plop down, propping yourself up with your arm. clark mimics you.

"well, i figured last year i brought you up on one of the makeshift windmills behind the barn so you could see metropolis from afar. and a year before that, we spent the whole night having sex in my loft, and then the year before that—"

"get to the point, babe."

"i thought maybe this time," he opens the basket and brings out a few slices of Martha's apple pie from earlier. "i'd take you out stargazing. no polluted sky here."

clark stabs the plastic fork on the side where there's crust and filling and feeds you. you hum. "this is delicious."

you and clark converse on recent events until the slices are nothing but tiny crumbs in the tupperware. when you're both laid back, fingers laced and backs being poked with growing grass, you trace the stars with your fingers.

"see that one?" clark squints his eyes at where you're pointing. "looks like your insignia."

"oh yeah. i see it."

"that one, if you trace it," your finger connects the stars lightyears away, forming a shape clark can't even imagine. "looks like a crab."

clark, in an attempt to try what you're doing, points to the sky and traces as well. "this one's a heart."

you turn your head to look at him and he's already looking. you think it's fate on how every time your stares always sync and you catch each other staring, how it was like a string was wrapped around the two of you; the way your hearts beat at the same time.

clark, ever loving clark—the one who reheats your coffee with his laser eyes, the one who uses his cold breath to keep the apartment warm and save you from the ac's bills, the one who holds your hand to keep you from getting lost even though he towers over the crowd and could easily spot you either way.

the one who knows how much you value your independency and lets you rule the world, helping when you most need it. the one who knows how to handle the chaos of your emotions, the one who would stay in the bylines for you, write headlines about you, the one who would resurrect dead stars from millions of years ago just so they could shine for you every night.

he's looking at you with so much love in his eyes it's sickening. and even in the dark, his irises—as blue as the ocean in the sun—sparkle in the evening, even behind his glasses. and you don't need to say anything for him to kiss you.

because he does, propping himself up in one arm and kisses you, slotting himself between your legs, an arm reaching down to grasp your thighs beneath your dress and kiss you feverishly. your hands come up to grasp his curls, to clutch his flannel, to cup his face and hold his cheeks between your palms.

there's soft clicks and content hums between kisses. and you're grounded; he's as human as he's ever been when he's with you, when his warmth is your warmth, and when he gets to bring down his walls and be vulnerable. it's when you feel his muscles relax and you can feel the way he shrinks just the slightest, all the super in him tucked somewhere for tonight.

clark's lips on yours is soft, perfect. and you moan lightly when his tongue grazes yours, and whine when he pulls back to look at you.

"one day, when we're ready to settle," he takes your hand in his hair and kisses the back of it, eyes never leaving yours. "i'm marrying you on this hill and we're gonna grow old."

"in this farm?"

"yeah," then clark blushes. "o-only if you want to. no pressure."

you giggle, pushing the curls behind his ears. "i'd love to, clark."

then he smiles like you'd told him you loved him for the first time, and kisses you like it's the first time.

iii.

grocery shopping with clark is...

well...

you'd known he never had much in his youth. he was privileged enough to have a full stomach given his metabolism, but he was never really given the chance back then to actually buy stuff he wanted to eat.

so he looks like a hyperactive child walking across the aisles pointing out whatever has the most sugar and carbs.

lucky charms. nutella. a variety of chips you can't even eat for the sake of a good health. a lot of processed food it's concerning.

yes, clark eats healthy; but every once in a while, when you bring him to go grocery shopping with you, he overindulges. what's usually full of vegetables and meat when you go alone is now a child's dream pushcart.

"can we have this?" he carries four bottles of coke in his hands. and he looks excited.

clark's glasses are crooked from moving too much. there is not a sign of superman in there— just clark joseph kent, a boy from smallville, who's had big dreams and a sweet tooth.

"we gotta save space for the healthy food, honey."

"we can always handle two carts," he pouts.

"yes we can. but can our budget though?"

he huffs and puts two bottles back. and when you give him a look, he puts one back and carefully puts the bottle in the corner of the cart, stumbling on his feet.

—

jimmy and clark had a basketball game every friday. it was something you'd pushed clark to do despite his fears that he might get too competitive and hurt jimmy the way superman would. you'd reassure him that he wouldn't.

and he hadn't.

he laughs boyishly, and you see a hint of his youth from the way his curls fall from the sweat and his glasses are askew. the ball is as big as his hands, and he's moving in a way he doesn't want jimmy to take the ball from him.

(he can't. clark is huge. he could basically just walk and toss it into the basket. the only way jimmy could take the ball is if clark's distracted.)

you sit on the benches with cat and lois, who are arguing on which topics are more front page worthy — how luthercorp's tycoon causes local businesses to go bankrupt and big companies to bend under their will, or how single women are singlehandedly reshaping modern feminism with their independency.

you think clark's handsome face is front page worthy.

the ball dribbles harder than it should be but jimmy's too pissed about it from his losses. but clark seems to enjoy himself, the way he laughs and trips on his feet, too excited over a game of basketball.

"uh, clark," jimmy pants, hands on his hips. "how 'bout we take a break."

clark hugs the ball to his chest like it's his. "yeah sure."

he walks to you, head ducked, dripping down his white shirt. but he's all smiley and giddy. sitting down beside you with his legs spread out. clark turns his head away to wipe the sweat off his face when he removes his glasses, then turns to you with flushed cheeks.

"can i have my bottle, please?"

you hand him and he thanks you with a kiss before you realize the reason why he's too energetic for a one-on-one basketball play.

"clark! is that the soda i bought you?"

iv.

clark knows how much stress you've been under when perry gives you the opportunity to pass an article for the front page. so when you've gone on a girl's night out, he offers to be your chaperone and waits all night inside your car just outside the club.

(you remember the day he'd gotten to be on the front page for the first time. he'd walked in, paper folded just the right way to show his headline and name, held by his chest frontwards so that anyone who would bump into him would see it. clark had a cheeky smile, saying hi to everyone with the hand holding the newspaper, blushing wildly. he had it framed in your apartment as well as if it were some kind of trophy, right next to your pictures.$

he's got it handled: staring intensely at the wall with x-ray eyes, watching you go haywire with lois and cat. clark thinks the bouncer by the door is starting to suspect him as some kind of perverted stalker, but he couldn't care less what he thinks.

by two in the early morning, he jolts awake when he hears your laugh as you stumble out from the metal doors, a broken heel in hand. lois and cat, though inebriated, have worry interlaced in their own laughter. clark immediately exits the car and approaches you.

"kent!" lois yells, her voice echoing, and the bouncer snaps his head to their direction. "she's- she's drunk. too drunk. this is all cat's fault."

cat, who has your arm around her neck, rolls her eyes. "jus' get her in the car, big man."

clark bumbles. "y-yeah. i'll drop you two home first."

when the two settle in the backseat, clark sits you in the passenger, reclining the chair back and making sure lois isn't squeezed (she's fallen sideways onto cat, who's on the edge of vomiting in her sleep).

then he squeezes himself in the driver's seat, hunched over, his neck aching just the slightest. and he finally thinks then, when clark sees the bouncer following the car through the rearview mirror, that there'd be pictures of him with the word 'caution' beneath.

after dropping off lois and cat (who he both walked up the stairs and into their apartments), he makes his way home, with you

sleeping humbly in your seat, reclining more now that lois had gone home.

clark reaches over and puts his hand on your knee, laughing at your incoherent mumble. "what's that, sweetheart?"

"shawarma." is what he catches in your slurring. you whine and furrow your brows, turning to your side. "want one."

"okay. we'll get you one."

—

the shawarma is placed on the counter carefully, since he's carrying you with one arm bridal style. clark sets you on the bed, turns the lamp on, which sets an aureate golden glow that radiates off both your flushed skins.

his glasses fall down his nose when he reaches down to remove the remaining heel. you reach down to push it back up, which makes clark look at you, flustered.

"drank too much, huh?" he puts a hand on your back and sits you up, your head lolling forward, forehead hitting his chest.

"'s cat's fault."

"yeah, honey, i know." clark chuckles, taking your chin between his fingers. your half lidded eyes look at him, smiling drunkenly. "hi there."

"hi superman."

"no superman here," he nods. "just clark kent. up and at it."

he lifts you by your armpits until your wrap your arms around his neck, legs around his torso. he feels you nuzzle your face in the crevice of his shoulder, whining softly about needing to pee.

so when he enters the bathroom, he opens the toilet lid with his foot, free hand pulling your underwear down, and sits you on the toilet. then he reaches for a cleanser from the shelves, dabs it on a cotton pad, and waits for you to finish peeing.

clark gently stands you up and wipes you before flushing the toilet. he closes the lid and sits you down back again, pulling up a fresh underwear onto you.

"clark," you murmur, the cold feeling of cleanser wiping your face. "do you remember when we first met?"

he wipes it gently on your cheek. "yeah. it was when i was an intern." he taps your nose. "perry told me to get everyone coffee, and i remember yours being very specific. and you were very surprised when i got it right, 'cuz it turns out you did it to mess with me a little."

even in an inebriated state, you flash a look of guilt. "sorry baby."

"i remember our first kiss as well," he tilts your head upwards. "i was walking you home. it was snowing. we decided to walk through centennial park, and by chance, we walked underneath a mistletoe."

"uhuh."

"and i remember you telling me that you wished i'd kissed you not because i had to, but because i wanted to. so i did."

your lips purse and he kisses you gently, his hand cupping your warm cheek. you melt.

kohl on wet cotton, a faint taste of vodka, sweat and vanilla. when clark kisses you, it seems as though all his senses always settle on you, like you're the center of his universe. all he hears, breathes, tastes, feels, is you. even when under a state of carelessness; he kisses you like he wants to swallow all the love you have and give it back ten times more.

you find yourself in the kitchen a few minutes later, in new clean clothes. he stands between your legs while you sit on the countertop, drinking hot chocolate while you ate your laser-heated shawarma in content, feeling sobriety kicking in.

and in that moment you think, that you could go through hundreds of nights just sitting with clark and eating cheap food, knowing that even if not all your dreams were kept, the most important thing was that you had him.

+ v.

"oh shoot."

he lands clumsily, hands pressed against the sliding door. superman steps in, flapping something off his cape before setting his foot on the ground. the mug on your mouth lowers.

"clark?"

superman yelps, his hands waving in the air before setting them on his heart. you laugh. "you scared me."

"did you not know i was here?"

"i did. i just... didn't expect you'd speak."

you stand up from the chair, putting the mug on the coffee table. he walks towards you and hugs you tightly, hearing him inhale your scent as if it were a freshly baked pie. you hum.

"watcha doin' here, bud?"

he reaches for his glasses placed by the tv and wears them. all clark in a costume. "toilet break. i badly need to pee. unless it's a number two."

suddenly, his posture deflates and it's back to its usual hunch. you find his shift in persona endearing.

clark kisses your forehead, hands on your biceps. in amusement you say: "close the toilet lid before you leave, 'kay?"

"yes ma'am." he makes his journey to the bathroom. then he stubs his toe on the corner of the couch and you wince, but he only stumbles and knocks off a book. he mutters apologies to it like it breathes.

and before he disappears behind the bathroom door, he says: "love you!"

#clark kent #clark kent x reader #superman #david corenswet x reader #david corenswet #superman x reader

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yokumirumerafan · 6 months ago

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HeLLOO

Could you do demon slayer and picking y/n up/ y/n jumping in their arms? Their overall feeling about having them in their arms, carry them around <.<

~🐝

🔥 DEMON SLAYER CHARACTERS PICKING YOU UP/JUMPING INTO THEIR ARMS 🔥

EEE that's adorable <33

🔥 HASHIRA EDITION 🔥

💛 RENGOKU – "AH-HAHA! COME TO ME, MY FLAME!"

If you jump into his arms, he catches you effortlessly and spins you around like you're in a romance anime. ZERO hesitation.

Laughs boisterously and holds you like a damn warrior carrying their beloved into battle.

“You feel so light! I could hold you all day! Perhaps I shall!” *(he absolutely will.)

🌊 GIYUU – "...Why are you like this?"

You jump into his arms? He catches you, but looks dead inside.

He just stands there, holding you, processing life choices.

Secretly doesn’t want to let go. His arms tighten just a little.

“...I don’t mind.” (lowkey enjoying this but will never admit it)

🌪️ SANEMI – "WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!"

If you jump? OH BOY. He catches you but stumbles back because he wasn’t expecting it.

“OI! WARN ME NEXT TIME, YOU LITTLE SH—” (but he's still holding you, so??)

Secretly loves it. Will complain but won’t put you down unless you ask.

☁️ MUICHIRO – "Oh, cool. You're up here now."

Catches you flawlessly but is completely unbothered.

Just keeps walking while carrying you like a bag of rice.

"You’re kinda light. I could carry you forever." AND HE MEANS IT.

💎 TENGEN – "AH! FINALLY, A GRAND DISPLAY OF LOVE!"

Picks you up before you even jump. Probably does it just because he can.

SPINS YOU AROUND like it’s a damn fairy tale.

“Ah, my dear, you fit so perfectly in my arms! Such flamboyance, such grace!”

💕 MITSURI – "OHMYGOSH YOU'RE SO CUTE!!!"

Excited squealing!!! Picks you up with surprising strength and cuddles you immediately.

“AHHH YOU FEEL SO NICE, LET ME HOLD YOU FOREVER!!!” (you are now trapped in hug jail.)

🦋 SHINOBU – "Ara~? How adorable~"

Catches you effortlessly but teases you mercilessly.

“Oh my, did you just throw yourself at me~? How bold~”

Pretends she minds, but secretly? She loves it.

⛰️ GYOMEI – "You are safe in my arms."

Lifts you like it’s nothing. Like air.

So gentle. Holds you like a sacred treasure.

“Do not worry. I will always catch you.” (🥺💕✨😭)

🐍 OBANAI – "Tsk. You’re so reckless."

Catches you, but acts annoyed.

Will not put you down. Like, at all.

“I suppose… I’ll hold you a little longer.” (internally screaming)

👹 UPPER MOONS & MUZAN EDITION 👹

💀 MUZAN – "Hah. How bold."

Catches you like a dramatic villain holding his helpless prey.

Smirks. Holds you effortlessly. Refuses to let you go.

“You look quite comfortable there. Perhaps I should keep you.”

🎭 DOUMA – "OH, HOW FUN! LET’S DO IT AGAIN!"

Not only catches you—he twirls you around, dips you, and makes it theatrical.

Over the top. Definitely picks you up at random just for fun.

“You fit so well in my arms! Maybe you should stay there, hm~?”

🥊 AKAZA – "…Hmph. You’re reckless."

Catches you instinctively but acts like he didn’t care.

Holds you so securely though. Like he’s protecting something precious.

“You shouldn’t do that. But… I won’t drop you.”

🩸 KOKUSHIBO – "…Hn."

Does not react outwardly. Just catches you like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Won’t let go for a while. Just stares at you like he’s memorizing the moment.

“...You are safe.” (BRO IM GONNA CRY. SAFE? WITH UPPER MOON 1?)

💥 MAIN THREE & GENYA 💥

🟢 TANJIRO – "AH! BE CAREFUL!"

Catches you like an instinct. Will always catch you.

“I don’t mind carrying you! You can hold onto me as long as you want!”

Smiles the whole time. SO SOFT. Would carry you for hours.

🟡 ZENITSU – "KYAAAA Y/N-CHAAAN!"

SCREAMS. Catches you but dramatically falls to the ground.

“OH MY GOODNESS YOU FELL FROM HEAVEN JUST FOR ME!!!”

Refuses to let go. Holds onto you like a koala.

⚡ INOSUKE – "AHAA! PERFECT!"

Catches you and IMMEDIATELY STARTS RUNNING.

“HAHA! THIS IS GREAT! I HAVE CAPTURED YOU!!!”

Refuses to put you down. You are his new prize.

🔫 GENYA – "G-GAH?! WHAT THE—?!"

Catches you but immediately blushes.

“D-DAMMIT! WARN ME NEXT TIME!”

Holds you really gently though. Like you’re fragile.

💖 FINAL VERDICT: YOU ARE THEIR TREASURE. 💖

Jump into their arms anytime, babe, they ain't ever letting go. ✨😭💖

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grotesquevi · 4 months ago

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18+ mdni, pure filth, firefighter!sevika, cam!girl reader, she masturbates to your underwear, panty sniffer sevy yikes, sexting and nudes yehaaaaw, phone sex, guided masturbation, perv!sevika forever.

side note # this was a three-part series i made for my previous blog vicorices when reaching 800 followers, (the blog's terminated by tumblr out of nowhere if you're confused) one minute of silence,,,, also there's an ellie and vi version too connected with the same site and the same cam!girl user, it's listed bellow but you take a look at the directory if you want to.

‎‎‎‎‎ ㅤㅤ now that you’re here? check out spacemoth's or cherryvi's file.

her control was currently hanging on by a thread.

sevika must have lost the plot somehow when her entire life paralyzes as the yellow envelope comes to meet her eyes and she stays there for a second, finally resting from a long night putting up with the fire in a residential building outside the city.

she happens to know what's in it. but she keeps staring at it until suddenly kneeling to pick it up from the floor, collecting her house keys and closing the door behind her back: privacy. she needs privacy.

she's quick to tear apart the top of the paper-like textured package, letting the waste fall to the floor before her breathing hitches on her throat and she stays there, planted in the entrance in dead silence.

her muscles are sore, she's tired after a 24-hour shift and she's grumpy, craving to sleep her whole time away from duty — a plan that fails miserably when her mind drifts back to something entirely different that catches her full attention: underwear.

this important package here is indeed, your underwear.

there's a pair of polaroid pictures inside she holds between her fingers for a moment, and the scent of your arousal reaches her nostrils in mere seconds filling the air of the living room as she tosses her gym bag to the floor, unbuckling her uniform jacket to reveal a fitted white shirt tucked inside her working pants that made her look three sizes bigger: this was unexpected.

the air is hot all sudden and she has to search for her reading glasses before she has a good look of the picture. the sight of you wearing the same panties that were on her left hand made sevika's head spin, mouth dry when she sees you're there bending on the waist giving her a nice view of your ass, a warmth sensation going down her spine when she catches up the second one, someone else's fingers shoved inside your mouth while your tits are shown for the camera, and the black underwear you're pulling to the side is more than evident as a trophy almost cause you did, in fact, had more than just a good time using the pair she received in her mail.

you're a luxury clearly. a 250$ dollar luxury she can afford even when it might be a little breach to her economy. does not matter when she can feel her own underwear dampening against the image of you, unbuckling her pants despite the pain on her limbs, lazily dragging herself to bed.

it takes a while to notice the numbers written in black marker on the back of one of the photos, but sevika's breath turns hollow when she's aware that's a phone and a code area, pretty calligraphy, polished when she reads: write me for the review, send pics if you want x

you fucking kissed it with red lipstick.

it's been a while since the last time she felt so good like this — perverted behavior to it's finest when she's smelling on your underwear, pressing the lacy fabric against her nose just to take a sniff at it so she's finally aware of how you really smell after so many times imagining it.

the scent clings to the cotton even when it must be a while since you last used them, she can recognize you sprayed them with your perfume so it's a mix between this intense, fruity scent with subtle notes of citrus in it, and a musky one that is unexpectedly good in her nose. and in that moment sevika knows she would text sooner or later, find out if that was a real number there that you gave her, yet she's too busy now, busy fixating in something else entirely when her flesh hand goes down and pushes past her pants just to tease herself from over the fabric of her own already-soaked underwear.

laying in the comfortable space of a king-sized mattress, sevika doesn't need much more than your photos. it's enough to have her panting, fingers moving on their own against the slick folds of her cunt unable to get off her uniform, her shoes or anything at all as she takes care of that ache that pools in her stomach, that need that trespass beyond her own being.

so her index and middle finger rub consistently against her clit now, fast, sometimes messy movements: she's tired, can someone blame her? after a 24-hour-shift you're the one thing driving her insane just by holding a simple g-string in her hand — and despite any torture, sev fucking loves it to the core. how the whole scene turns dirty all sudden, the dry traces of your arousal visible in the fabric as she gives a deep breathe and there it is again.

"fuck-" she curses silently in the middle of a lonely room, hips jerking against her own hand in seek of a more direct contact just because unlike any other time; she’s not able to edge herself, tease like she usually do when seeing one of your streams or your saved videos on your profile in hotdozed. sevika’s quick and she goes straight to the point when filling her own cunt using her thick, long fingers until she's moaning in the privacy of an small apartment in the suburbs, door wide open as she ground her hips against her hand and hell, she's so needy for it.

a coppery taste leaks into her mouth and she didn't know she was biting on her lower lip so hard it draw blood out of it, but it makes nothing more than spur her on to the point she can hear the wet sound her pussy makes each time she's thrusting herself. sweating, there in the edge, she can still feel her own smell after a whole day of being hard working, white shirt hanging dirty on her own frame showing the hairy lower-part of her stomach as she has a great view of her fingers stuffing herself until there's no space for more and you're there, there in her mind, under her fucking nose, in her memories — written all over like a damn poem.

your scent mixes so well with her's it's enough to make her cum, it drips between her legs and stains on her damn pants and she knows it's just chaotic, you only cause disorder as she lays on bed for a moment trying to catch on her breath for a second. your underwear now rests on the edge of her pants, slightly shoved inside her own soaked-through hip huggers, but not enough to be fully in contact with her fluttering cunt.

and if sevika was intelligent, she would be taking a shower and relishing every single hour of her much-needed days off now, but instead of moving from bed to do so, she's just reaching her phone cause she's been dumb as fuck lately, cleaning her fingers with the tissue papers she keeps on her nightstand before she's saving your phone in her contacts and taking a huge fucking risk she would never even take if being rational.

matter of fact, she shouldn't be allowed near a phone while being this horny. not even technology itself, but she's opening up the camera app and before even fucking checking if it's really you, she's taking this photo of her opened pants and her stomach, happy trail showing since she knows — fucking knows girls get off from it. your underwear is half shoved inside, visible in the shot and before she thinks it twice she's fucking sending it as she writes down:

nice panties. kinda thought your pussy would smell this good.

you don't answer until she's finishing her shower like an hour later or so, about to get some sleep now that she has satisfied herself enough to survive until the next morning, but it's clearly an interrupted plan again as her phone buzzes and sevika's forcing herself to open her eyes: too much curiosity to wait to the next morning, at least, that's the poor excuse she's been giving to her brain before she sees your name in the screen.

glad you like them, you think a lot about me normally?

next time you should finger yourself with them on your cunt so you can feel me closer- sevika right? nice view.

and to be fair, she caught you in a bad moment, a weak one. it's late at night, you're binge-watching this series you're so invested in until the phone you set up specifically for work buzzes and your mouth is watering at the sight of a good, satisfied client and you're debating with your very own self whether if you should answer or fucking not.

she got you hooked clearly, even if it's late — the firefighter pants, the hair on the lower part on the stomach, your panties lose inside her underwear: doomed cause when you zoom in, you swear to fucking heaven you can see her bush there peaking out ready to have some fun and it’s all it takes for you to respond, guilty of all charges.

you're breaking your own rules, the ones you put some good effort in following cause she keeps texting you and suddenly, you're turned on as ever while exchanging fucking texts for free just cause you're attracted to this client who happens to be a pervert who gets off from buying your used underwear.

got well fucked in this, peach? seems you enjoyed yourself on the photos you sent me.

thing is, sevika won't really show it much, but she knows how to flirt. the words roll out of her tongue easily as she's quick to pick up on a girl's attribute, so she's flirting with you until she's slipping another photo this time of the mirror in front of her bed — she had the need to turn up the lights of the room now and you thank her mentally for it as you stare at the picture, sharp angles of her face, she's not wearing anything else on top more than a silver chain that hangs in her neck and lands between her tits, holding the phone between her fingers to show her reflection.

you know that kind of people, the dangerous one — cause you expected a whole weirdo behind the screen, yet you're quickly ashamed of your poor judgment as you have to eat your words cause sevika's indeed fucking hot.

it's different from the other photo. while the first one was messy and dirty she didn't show her face; however now is nothing but the opposite. wet hair that sticks on the sides of her bone structure, wearing a clean, cropped tank top and briefs who's waistband hangs dangerously low on her belly, it's enough to give you space to peek a little for the intrinsic lines of her body without even fucking zooming in.

she's playing, you're playing. it's not like you really do that all the time anyway, but your fingers are tapping on the camera app too before wiggling comfortable in bed only to lift up your own shirt — it's simple and effective as you squeeze your tits together, biting on the fabric of your shirt only to pull it slightly upwards, you want to show some as well, tease like she does.

it's far from the complex shit you upload on hotdozed but god — turns sevika on more than ever.

maybe it's the normal factor to it, she can see the wrinkled sheets beneath you, a band shirt she does not recognize, plump lips; you're not wearing make-up and fuck's sake: each photo it's better than the last one. it's just flesh, simple skin but it makes sevikas mouth water, her body stiffens and her muscles ache, burning beneath fatigue and lust.

escalates quickly cause you're sending her an audio of your moans next and sevika cannot fucking believe it, not when she's been masturbating to your stuff months from now. she's pressing the play button before turning on the volume to hear it clearly and she's already familiar with low moans that fill out her solitary room, the wet sound of your drenched cunt on the background, barely audible but enough to make her chest explode: you're touching yourself.

you send videos not longer than ten seconds after, fucking riding your pillow and moaning out her name. playing dirty, fucking dirty because that's special content for her only, her favorite so far and she saw plenty already — fucks her up entirely as the message slips from her fingers without thinking about it: fuck weirdness. if so, sev's been always attracted to it, to the unconventional and the rather unexpected. hope you did too.

free to call ??

she didn't expect your reply either. it seems to take eternal seconds before sevika can read another one of your texts on her lockscreen again before she's about to forget about it.

yeah, go on.

simple and effective, she needs you to put a final stop on her misery. the phone rings one, two- three times before you're picking it up, voice rough and still panting for air before you talk on the other side of it — it seems sev interrupted something important when she's greeted instead with silence.

"already starting without me?" your client asks, and her own voice seems to travel throughout your entire apartment, strained, rough as she's already thinking now about her own release, how you should be getting off her uniform before it needs to be double cleaned.

"shit-your voice sounds so fucking nice" you admit on the other side, and she recognizes your tone already from your videos, the moans that don't differ much from the ones you're holding on as you speak "i don't really do this- so don't get any weird ideas, i won't answer your calls in the middle of the night. this is special."

"i wouldn't even dream on it, peach" sevika teases, resting her sore back against the head of the bed as she holds the phone close to her mouth: special, this is special — "now that you settled the basics, are you going to tell me what you're doing right now or do i have to beg you to start on spilling me the details, huh?"

"i uh- i'm riding my pillow" the tone you use to say it? fuck fuck fuuuuck her, it's not all so confident and cocky like she usually sees online, you're fucking shy as you're moving again and she can feel the sound of your bed creaking as your breathing becomes heavy again "got so turned on- s'all your fault."

"good, so you now you can feel just a bit of what you've been doing to me for months now" sevika spats on the other side, and you let out a moan against her words as you move again and the friction sends a shiver down your spine when your folds drag across the usual soft fabric now rough against your sensitive core — "does it feel good baby? does the friction feel nice?"

"yes," you breathe out as you're now moving faster, a wet trace now over the pillow marking up the constant back and forth movement you've been following "yes, need more-"

"so use your fingers then," she suggests, mushy brain at the idea "i know you have some nice toys doll, stuff yourself up so i can hear."

"pervert," you chuckle on the other side, laughs that are interrupted by the pleasure you were being a victim off, how quick your fingers seem to assault your own clit as you begin to move faster — "fucking pervert wanting to hear me cum- ah shit."

"the things i'd do to go down on you and taste that cum too," you're not putting an end to her misery but only aggravating it all, making sevika's hand sweat as she's sniffing on your fucking underwear again and she cannot get a grip from it, not when it's the closest thing she has to your smell, that same scent that must be coating your pillow now as she can hear the moans that each of your movements elicit "keep moving c'mon, don't stop rubbing on your clit and keep talking to me."

thing is, you cannot really talk after a few seconds. you're reaching your peak and dragging it slowly with each roll on your hips, your fingers rub perfectly against your puffy clit, swollen labia, the friction is fucking killing you to the point your legs are shaking on each side of the pillow, mumbling incoherent words now unable to hold on the phone.

"ride it out," sevika says on the other side, biting on her thumb as the pain seems to ground her own being — "please, don’t stop moving death. soak up your sheets and make a mess for me, you deserve it for being so good."

you comply without making her beg. stupid since you think a lot about her voice and how awfully nice it sounds when she says please, but the friction’s already overstimulating when your folds seem to open up to the form of the pillow now just sliding between your legs and in return, you have no voice to ask for anything at all, don't matter how much you'd like to.

your eyes roll to the back of your head and you know you're in deep trouble when sevika keeps talking you through it, convincing you to grab the dildo in your nightstand, to let the pink head of it kiss your entrance before she reminds how you need to be gentle, rub it slowly in your sore pussy cause that's how she'd do it with her strap before slowly pushing it inside your welcoming hole until you're full, full so you’re unable to think about anything else but her cock.

outstanding. you never let a former watcher call you. the phone number was set up for a way of making more money, but you want this from the bottom of your stomach, a desire that much rather feasts on your guts.

and sevika keeps her promise cause she don't call you the week after. surprisingly good when it comes to follow your rules cause she don't want to push your boundaries (not like this anyway) respecting every-single-one of your non-written rules when she's letting you call in again — in the dead of the night, when she's least expecting it:

you always call her first.

#⋮ ⌗ ┆ grotesquevi ᵎᵎ ✮#riva's remaster ⋆.˚#sevika x reader #sevika arcane #arcane x reader #arcane smut #arcane au #arcane sevika x reader #sevika #arcane league of legends #arcane sevika #sevika smut #arcane sevika smut #sevika arcane smut #sevika arcane x reader #sevika x you #sevika fic #sevika lol #sevika league of legends

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moon-fics · 4 months ago

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Pool Day

Pairing: Bob Reynolds x Reader

Summary: The team decided to request a pool, not thinking it would be made. Now, they have a pool.

A/n: Ugh! I love a good beach/pool episode! But this time, the relationship is established.

When Valentina asked if there was anything the team wanted in the tower, she meant like a training simulator or a chef. So, when Yelena spoke up, saying she wanted a pool, everyone backed her up. No one expected Valentina to actually go through with it because she didn't like them.

So, when Valentine announced the pool was done, everyone was flabbergasted. They were most astonished by the fact that she built it outside where the sun could be enjoyed. However, she said that was the last unnecessary request she'd be entertaining.

Of course, when the first day of summer rolled around, the pool was not forgotten.

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You sit at the edge of the pool with your legs under the water. You're thankful you had time to buy a new swimsuit. It wasn't the best one you could find, but it'll do.

Yelena has found interest in sleeping on one of the floats. She's knocked out as the float hits one of the walls of the pool. Meanwhile, John is in the shallow area drinking a fruity smoothie. For the most part, everyone is relaxing for the first time in a while.

You sense a presence behind you and immediately turn. You're far too late, as two pairs of hands shove you into the chilly water. Your entire body is submerged, and water enters your nose. You pop out of the water, coughing and wiping your nose.

When you finally look up, you see Alexei and Bob standing where you were sitting. Alexei is hands on knees laughing and pointing at you as if he's pulled off a master prank.

"Is the water nice?" Bob asks. He holds out his hand for you to take. Even after shoving you into the pool, he's still kind enough to pull you back out. You should just take his hand and be thankful for the refreshing dunk. You aren't that type of person.

"Oh, wouldn't you like to know?" You grip his forearm and yank as hard as possible. He doesn't take a lot of effort to pull. The splash from his fall wakes up Yelena, who lifts her sunglasses as Bob pops up from the water.

"'Ey, I don't want any rough housing," She points at you and Bob with a raised eyebrow. "Don't wake me again," She warns and puts her sunglasses back on.

The moment Yelena is back to resting, Bob's arms wrap around your waist. His head rests on top of yours, and water drips from his chin to your nose. He creates a sort of shade over your face to block out the sun.

"I could get used to this," You keep your voice down. Bob hums in response. He sways both of you carefully while he enjoys the closeness. "Did you swim a lot in Florida?"

"Oh yeah, like, every day." He nods without hitting your head. He relinquishes his hold on you and spins you around to face him. "It was either the pool or the beach. I preferred the beach because when the wind is strong enough, the waves get super high."

"That sounds fun," You say. "We should have asked for a wave pool, too." You laugh. Maybe you can suggest it to Valentina as a way to train for water-based threats. Though you doubt she'd accept that answer.

"The last time I was in a wave pool, I got kicked in the head three times," Bob chuckles. His hands move to rest on your waist to keep you near him. "I'm pretty sure they should be banned for how dangerous they are." His face becomes serious as he thinks.

"Oh, you can't handle some waves?" You tease. You already have something in mind and begin floating away from him. His brows furrow, and he watches you get a few feet away. You wind up your arm and roughly glide it across the surface to create a small wave.

It drenches Bob once again, but once the splash clears, he's gone. Before you can react, his hands are on your legs. He efficiently drags you under, but cradles your head before it hits the floor.

You open your eyes, but the water makes everything blurry. All you can see is Bob's outline as it gets closer. His hands cup your face, and his lips press against yours as gently as possible. The kiss only lasts a few seconds due to a lack of air, but those seconds are like a treasure. His lips are all you can feel as your senses are blocked by the water.

When you emerge, you gasp for air, but he doesn't. You chalk it up to him having more experience in bodies of water than you.

Once you catch your breath, he calls your name. You look towards him only to be hit in the face by water. He forgets how strong he is and gets Yelena and John wet.

"Oh, come on!" John groans. He holds up his half drank smoothie that now has chlorine water in it.

"Ok, that's it! No more pool for you two!" Yelena shouts.

#bob reynolds x you #bob reynolds x y/n #bob reynolds x reader #bob reynolds #bob reynolds imagine #bob reynolds fanfic #robert reynolds x you #robert reynolds x reader #robert reynolds #bob thunderbolts #the thunderbolts*#thunderbolts*#lewis pullman

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pbpressure · 5 months ago

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the hat stays on | p.b

pairing: paige bueckers x fem!reader

warnings: smut, a lick of fluff, fingering, reader gets some really good head, overstimulation, dom!paige, sub!reader, degradation (reader absolutely has a humilitation kink), praise, spanking, spit, strap sex + riding, and there's some tears but it hardly counts as crying, i think that's all...let me know if i missed anything!

wc: 4k-ish

summary: to see paige being celebrated for all that she's accomplished this season sends your emotions into a frenzy. but there's one thing you can't seem to shake...the hat she's given to celebrate that final four ticket punch. and how badly you want her to bend you over while she's wearing it.

author's note: my april fools prank is that i’m posting this after saying i was gonna disappear! i was just waiting for this season's version of post elite 8 paige and obviously we know the impact of her in a hat. here’s something to hold you guys (and myself) over for now, managed to put this together literally within a few hours and did my best to proofread but forgive me if anything slipped!

as always feedback is appreciated <3

enjoy! x

if there was ever a time to be ravenous, realistically it wasn’t now. but you couldn’t help it.

after paige and the team punched their ticket to the final four, the way that the crowd erupted was electric. the confetti, the speeches, the hugs, the tears. it was monumental. but as emotional of a moment it had been, you could only focus on one thing.

paige in that stupid hat.

her entire demeanor changed when it hit the top of her head. as usual she was all jokes, but there was no denying that you were yearning to be beneath her just as she was right now.

you’d stood back and waited for what felt like hours.

interviews, pictures, congratulations from friends and family. it rightfully couldn’t wait, so that meant you had to.

but when paige is finally done and she locks eyes with you from across the hall you feel like you’re the only two around.

walking over as calm as you can manage to avoid looking dramatic, you immediately are engulfed in her arms. she lifts you from the ground momentarily and spins around, not missing the way you giggle, chanting “you did it!” with the gummiest smile imaginable on your face.

“babe, oh my god i’m so proud of you!” you squeak from excitement, still partially buried in her chest.

she kisses the top of your head, pulling you back from her body so she could get a good look at you.

“thank you for coming, baby, it means the world to have you here right now.”

“you know i wouldn’t miss it for the world.”

when you finish your sentence, voice low and filled with admiration, you watch paige’s gaze soften even more.

then she’s bending down to place a kiss on your lips.

it’s gentle, sweet, and when you both pull apart you can’t help but smile again. feeling the love radiate off of her.

but then you look up beyond her eyes, immediately catching sight of the reason you’d been so eager to sit and watch her do media for an hour.

“it’s the hat, huh?” paige breaks your thought, raising her eyebrows all too knowingly.

you nod, licking your lips unintentionally and smirking when you watch her eyes flutter downwards and then back up.

“you like?” she asks again, voice dripping with pride.

“oh, you have no idea.” you grumble, rolling your eyes playfully and lowering your hands to her hips.

but she knew exactly what she was doing.

paige can feel you squeeze her slightly, signaling that there was more desperation behind you’d said.

you stand up on your toes, getting as close to her ear as you can before she meets you halfway. covering your mouth with a single hand, the next few words to leave your mouth aren’t a shock at all.

“i want you to fuck me in it. i need you to.”

and before you can return to your true height, paige is the one grabbing your hips now, holding you so you remain close and it’s her leaning towards your ear this time.

“then when i get home, you better be laid out and waiting.”

your eyes go wide, not having expected that to be her response. but you compose yourself, pulling away from her completely and nodding. you squeeze her hand out of habit before turning and getting out of the arena as fast as possible.

you knew you’d have plenty of time to get back before she did, but you were rushing for your own sake.

you’re not sure how much time passes, but as soon as you shut the door behind you you’re already shedding layers of clothing.

stopping when you’re just in your bra and panties you lay on the bed, the air in the room biting at your exposed skin.

you stare at the ceiling for god knows how long before you hear the door once again being unlocked, then it opens and closes.

the sound of paige’s footsteps made you swallow hard, the anticipation eating away at you.

when she enters the room you almost don’t want to lift your head to look at her, but you have to and you’re glad you do.

her skin is still flushed, she’s wearing the same shirt, just with sweats instead of her uniform shorts. the sweats hang low on her hips and you know that if she raises her arms just slightly your eyes will be met with the waistband of her underwear.

and of course the hat stayed on. she essentially promised you that it would.

you press your thighs together unknowingly, trying to relieve the pulsing between them. but she’s not pleased with that, crossing the room in just a few strides until she’s stood in front of you.

with a strong hand she smacks at your knee before placing the same hand between them and pushing outwards until your legs fall open again.

“i wish you could see yourself right now,” she utters, chuckling. “legs spread, pussy begging to get fucked. it’s a little pathetic.”

you don’t say anything back, but you whine and reach your hand out for her. that’s smacked away too.

“use your words, c’mon.”

“paige, please? i waited all night, i even laid here like you asked.” your voice is barely above a whisper, but it sounds distraught enough.

the same hand that had just swatted yours away is now tracing up and down your right leg. her touch is feather light, you feel goosebumps raising to the surface of each spot she grazes.

up and down your knee, the outside of your thigh. up your hip back down and then towards your cunt that was sopping wet without a doubt. she ignores that though, trailing her fingers up and down the inside of your thigh now.

you’re panting, try not to make too much noise. but also growing extremely impatient.

“i’ll tell you what,” paige blurts out, pausing her hand as well. “let’s see how long you can go without tappin’ out. i’ll decide when and IF you get to take my dick tonight.”

you whimper, already thinking about the various ways you wanted to protest. but she doesn’t even let you begin.

“or i could leave you here like this? go celebrate with my teammates and let you figure out how you’re gonna cum.”

“no! please, do something.” you beg, leaning up even further on your elbows.

paige bends down until her nose is kissing yours, you can feel her breath mingling with your own jagged ones.

“you’re begging already? this sound be fun.” she says, the grin on her lips as arrogant as ever.

you don’t get much time to gather yourself again before she’s on her knees in front of you. she wasted no time hooking her fingers into your panties and pulling them down your legs.

when your bare cunt is exposed you get the urge to shut your legs, but the thought is long gone when you hear paige hiss below you.

“you’re this wet already and i haven’t even done anything. i must really get you hot, hmm?” she laughs. it almost enrages you but then you’re reminded of your current position.

“i’ve only ever gotten this wet for you.”

your voice is shaky, but she can hear you loud and clear.

“i know.”

she wraps her arms around your thighs completely, pulling you closer. then her mouth is on you in a heartbeat.

“shit! p-paige slow down,” you don’t even believe those words leave your mouth. but after waiting so long, you think you’ve got a good three minutes in you before you cum. “FUCK!”

she says nothing, tongue messy and fast between your folds. the sounds that quickly fall onto your ears only adding to the way she was doing a number on you.

you feel a gush of wetness leak from you and paige groans against your clit, tongue quick to lap it up.

you’re a mess, you try your best to compose yourself but it’s no use.

“p, you’re so good! fuck, d-don’t stop.”

she had no plans to stop, but when you beg her not to she is certain that she won’t give up until her jaw is on fire.

you crane your neck to sneak a peek at her and you choke on a moan.

the only thing you can see is her head slightly bobbing.

of course covered by her hat.

you reach down, hands looking to grip onto something the best they can manage. you’ve got one hand cradling the side of her head and the other on top of it.

“just like that baby, i’m so close!” you yelp, head falling backwards into the mattress once more.

“i know.” she says for the second time tonight. except this time to emphasize she pulls back completely, taking a breath and forcibly ejecting a wad of spit from between her lips. it falls in a hot glob onto your clit and you think your heart stops for a moment.

you gasp, back arching off the bed completely.

“oh my god! paige–“ you mewl, eyes rolling so far into the back of your head that you swear you’re unconscious for a split second.

the lewdness of the act is what pushes you over the edge. you cum, so much that you should probably be embarrassed. but you couldn’t even blame yourself.

paige was meant to eat pussy. she knew how good she was at it too, never missing the opportunity to get between your legs.

you feel a slight sheen of sweat covering your entire body and your toes curl, your body trembling slightly. static in your limbs.

when paige doesn’t pull away you cry out, trying to pry her head away from you. this earns you another smack on your thigh.

she pulls away, lips glistening and the remnants of your first orgasm all over her chin.

“already? you’re done?” she asks, out of breath herself, and her eyes blown out now.

“n-no i just need a second.”

“that’s not what the deal was. don’t push me away again unless you really want me to stop. because i will.” she pants, her head lowering again.

opting to say nothing and save yourself you’re biting your lip so hard that you’re sure it’ll draw blood.

paige begins lapping at your cunt again, intending to leave nothing behind. you feel her using two of her fingers to part your folds, ensuring that the tip of her tongue would reach every inch of you.

those same fingers circle your hole teasingly, only to slip in with ease.

your throat burns from how vocal you’ve already been, but that doesn’t stop you from whimpering when you feel paige’s digits knuckle deep in you.

“you’re so deep baby, fuck! j-just like that i–“ whatever else you were gonna say dies on the tip of your tongue when paige curls her fingers upwards.

without pulling her fingers from you she rises from her knees slightly, wanting to watch you come undone for a second time.

“i think i know this pussy better than you do, what do you think?” paige asks, groaning at the end of her sentence when she feels how you clench around her fingers.

“yes! yes, yes, yes!” that’s the only thing you can come up with, her fingers are jamming against that spongy spot inside you over and over. you can’t think.

“give me one more, i know you can.” she demands, not at all considering that you’d deny her that.

you open your eyes for a split second and immediately close them when you see her already looking right back at you.

“i-i can’t p! please.” you plead, already sure that your second orgasm was seconds away.

“take it.”

and you do, almost knocking her over with the way your lower body starts to thrash around.

thankfully she’s grounded, and much stronger than you. when she catches herself she had to hold you down until your orgasm started to subside.

in the midst of finishing you have no idea what you’re saying but it doesn’t matter, paige knows she’s doing everything just right.

she slips her fingers out of you and watches your cunt intently and it contracts around nothing at all.

she can feel how wet she is herself and realizes that as much as she’s enjoying watching you fall apart, she needs to hurry up and fuck you because she had half a mind to cum in her pants.

noticing how your breathing starts to return to normal, she’s quick to leave the bed.

you feel her get up, but you don’t question it. opening your eyes and blinking to adjust to the light in the room. failing to realize just how spent you were, tears blur your vision. you don’t even remember crying.

but when your eyes land on paige approaching the bed again, you easily spot the addition that she’s carrying.

her strap.

your stomach is hot once again, and you do your best to avoid eye contact. but it doesn’t matter because she’s quick to grab you by your chin forcing you to look at her.

“we’re not done, and i know you can. so i don’t wanna hear it.”

not trusting any real words to leave your mouth if you had opened it, you gulp. pleading to the girl in front of you with just your eyes.

she’s standing at full height over your body, the silicone hanging on her hips. you feel yourself getting antsy, itching to satisfy her in whatever way you could.

you ignore your limbs screaming in exhaustion and struggle to kneel in front of her. you sit there for a second, staring. again stuck on how annoyingly good she looked in that damn hat.

“well?” she urges, clearly growing impatient with you. “it’s not gonna suck itself.”

you take her in your hand, now angled towards your parted lips.

it’s heavy when it hits your tongue and you moan at the familiar feeling, the vibrations traveling straight to paige’s clit.

gradually taking inch by inch into your mouth you don’t stop until you’re gagging, your nose meets the base of the harness. paige’s hand is in your hair, assisting you in bobbing your head up and down her cock just the way she liked it.

she lets out the occasional sigh of satisfaction, cooing at the way you look up at her with tears in your eyes. she thrusts forward until the tip hits the back of your throat.

more tears.

“you look so pretty like this.” she confesses, the hand in your hair moving to cradle your cheek. but she thrusts into your mouth again, throwing her head back at the gurgling sound that leaves you.

forcing you to pull off of her with a pop she guides you to sit on your knees fully before nodding her head and singling for you to turn over.

a small puff of air leaves your lips when you’re flush against the mattress in the new position and you don’t even need her to ask you anything else before you’re rising onto your hands and knees, back arched.

“good girl.” she hisses, her hand coming down hard on your ass cheek.

you gasp, body jolting at the contact. but you can’t help the way you wait for another one. getting off on the sting as long as paige was the one inflicting it.

she’s leaning over your body until her front is pressed against your back and her mouth is right next to your ear.

“i know you like this shit, that’s the only reason why i do it.” she starts, spanking you again before she keeps talking. “i love you enough to fuck you like i hate you.” she kisses your neck. it’s hot, wet. and when she pulls away you already miss the feeling of her lips there.

you whine, pressing your hips back to grind against her. this earns you one final spank, and she laughs this time when your body jerks forward.

when the tip of her is prodding at you, your mouth waters at the familiar feeling.

you choke on a sob when she thrusts forward once, immediately bottoming out. your two previous orgasms made the intrusion painless.

she only pulls back and forces her hips forward twice before her pace picks up, and you have to fight to hold yourself up.

“swallowing this shit whole, damn.”

“i-it feels so good, p! fuck– you’re perfect.” you ramble, just caught up in how deep you could feel her.

“maybe i should take a picture, so you can look back at it later?”

you moan, almost nodding too. not even sure what you could’ve possibly said in response.

“yeah? you like that? need you to remember just how good i fuck you, since you were begging for it so bad.”

her hands are on your hips for leverage and now she’s plowing into you. you feel your tits beneath you with each strike of her hips on your rear.

paige is holding out, but barely. the end of the toy that’s inside of her is the relief she finally needed. each time her hips meet yours her clit throbs a little more.

when you hear how she’s struggling to hold in her own noises you look over your shoulder.

“like what you see?” she pants, words punctuated with a thrust.

“p-paige, i don’t know how much longer i–.” you basically plead, reaching down to fondle your clit with trembling fingers.

“doesn’t matter. take it.”

your head lulls forward, and you almost topple over at the force in which she was fucking you.

when she angles her hips slightly you have to claw at the sheets attempting to pull yourself together. the moan that leaves your mouth is pornographic.

you’re a babbling mess, begging to cum and shaking your head from side to side, knowing it was zero use.

you didn’t want her to stop, so she wasn’t going to.

“am i fucking you dumb, baby?” she groans, throwing her head back when she notices you reaching down to play with your clit.

she can’t tell if you’re nodding or if she’s just fucking you that hard and you can’t stop your head from bobbling, but she loves it.

“i know you’re almost there, c'mon. give it to me.” she says, close enough to the edge herself.

and you don’t need her to say much else before your head is buried into the mattress and you’re crying out for her like she’s not right behind you.

a puddle of spit grows beneath you due to the fact that you can’t keep your mouth closed.

her thrusts slow but they don’t still, and at this point you think you’re gonna pass out.

“pussy’s so pretty, just begging for more and more. no matter how much you swear you’re done.” paige pants, her hands leaving your hips and she pulls out of you before turning you over on your back again.

she uses her strap to slap your clit that’s as swollen as ever.

you try to shut your legs once more but her hands force them open.

then she takes two of her fingers, coating them in the mess leaking from you and brings them to her lips.

your mouth falls open in disbelief, and she winks at you before pulling her fingers from her mouth.

she leans down, and you know she wants you to taste yourself. when her lips meet yours you moan into her mouth, her tongue shoved between your lips immediately.

you feel greedy, sucking on her tongue and you don’t know if you’re trying to taste more of your cum on her lips or just so eager to finally get another kiss from her.

she pulls back from the kiss abruptly with a smack. of course she’s smiling, full of herself. both of you have swollen lips and chins that show with a mixture of saliva and the rest of your release from before.

then she’s sitting beside you, her hands on your legs before she forces you on top of her.

you feel like dead weight but she can handle it.

“gotta give me one more baby, i want you to ride it.” she utters, her voice is low and she’s clearly not asking, but telling you what’s about to happen.

you weakly plant your knees on the sides of her hips, your thighs already burn, your cunt is puffy and still coated with the remnants of a few minutes ago.

“last one, you promise?” you plead, your head so heavy that when you lift it to fully look at her your neck aches.

“promise.” she chuckles, helping you situate yourself over the tip of the strap once more.

you can’t help the way that your hands push her shirt up, revealing her toned abdomen. you tut in disbelief at just how perfect she was, biting your lip.

before you can sink down she places a hand on your hip, stopping you.

you look up at her in a mix of confusion and protest. just as eager for her to be inside of you as she was.

then you watch her lift her head from the mattress, just so that she could remove the infamous hat from her head. only for her to place it on yours.

your cheeks feel hot, and you’re waiting for her to signal you to sink down onto her.

all it takes is a tilt of her chin before you’re lowering yourself slowly, hissing at the feeling and then throwing your head back when you realize just how deep inside you could feel her.

the burn is intense, but it sets your body on fire in a way that is indescribable. you swore you could feel the tip of her strap kissing your ribs.

careful not to let the hat fall off of your head you hold onto it by the brim with one hand, starting to rock your hips.

paige wasn’t going to rush you this time. she just wanted to watch you use her to get off.

“you look–fuck, b-better in it than i do.” she managed to say, stuttering when she felt her puffy clit being shoved against the part of the harness that was currently connecting both of you.

“doubt it.” you groan, already starting to feel that familiar heat in your gut for the fourth time tonight.

paige’s hands are gripping your hips, ensuring that you keep a steady rhythm. her moans were getting louder, breathier, and they mixed with yours to echo off the walls.

you know you’re making a mess on her when you feel your ass getting wetter and wetter everytime it meets the base of her cock.

“you’re doing so good for me, baby. f–fuck, you’re a pro. my pro.”

every bit of praise from her lips is fueling you to bounce faster, and grind your hips down harder.

“my good girl.” she whispers, watching how your eyes squeeze shut. you’re riding her like your life depends on it.

just like she wanted.

“i-i’m close p..i’m so close baby, shit!” you cry, reaching down to grab her hand and place it on your chest. she doesn’t need you to say anything else before she’s tweaking your nipples in each of her hands, reeling in the way your body reacts to such a little thing.

“yeah? cum for me, pretty girl.” she practically begs, knowing that the moment you’re gone, so is she.

those last two words are enough for you. your entire body goes numb, the pleasure coating you from head to toe. you can tell paige is cumming too just from the way that her hands fly back down to your hips and hold you there, ensuring that the end of the toy that’s inside of her continues to press against that spot that both of you know all too well.

you look down to where the two of your bodies meet and you have to look away, knowing that this could go on all night until you were physically unable to move anymore.

you fall forward onto her, not pulling the strap out of you just yet. needing to marinate in all that had just happened.

when you do finally lift your hips until it falls from between your folds, both you and paige are watching as it smacks onto her stomach, your release glistening on her skin.

she has to assist you in laying next to her, but does it nonetheless. you help her in removing the harness from her hips and you toss it off to the side, just wanting to be tangled up with her already.

you feel yourself grinning when she places her arm around you, realizing that the hat was still on your head.

you didn’t dare lift your hand to remove it, and neither did paige. clearly you both had enjoyed it quite a bit, maybe even too much.

regardless of who it was on.

#paige bueckers smut #paige bueckers x reader #paige bueckers fic #paige x reader #paige x fem reader #wlw smut #wcbb smut #pbpressure🍓#namz🍓

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bloomseishiro · 5 months ago

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itoshi rin x fem!reader. suggestive content, implied smut, not explicit but still mature???, mdni, timekskip!rin, rin loves thighs :), just a lil drabble of rin drooling over how u look in his shirt

Rin has never seen anyone wear his clothes before today.

Other than his parents accidentally switching his and Sae’s shirts around as children, Rin has never willingly shared his clothing with anyone.

Even now, it was done out of necessity.

The two of you have only been dating for a few weeks and he brought you to his place for a baking date after you begged and pleaded with him to have one the moment you got together. Little did Rin know, right when the date finally started, you would spill his bottle of cooking oil all over your pretty dress.

Your eyes were wide as you looked at him in shock and he wordlessly gestured for you to follow him into his room and change into one of his shirts while he washes your ruined outfit. He had always known you were a clumsy one, it’s one of the things he liked about you, so he can’t say he’s too surprised that something like this happened.

Rin is fully prepared to tease you endlessly about your ungraceful accident, but the moment you step out of his room, his throat dries up and all thoughts leave his brain.

The sleep shirt he lended you engulfs the frame of your body, landing softly at your supple upper thighs. It hits the perfect length— One that covers your underwear when you are in a neutral standing position, but the second you make any strained movements, you would give Rin a front row peek at your lacy garments.

He forces himself to look away from the smoothness of your skin, drawing his gaze up to meet your amused one.

“Like what you see?” you tease, toying with the hem of your shirt.

Rin can’t help but notice how a hint of your baby pink underwear is exposed at your endless twiddling. He wets his lower lip at the sight.

“I’m beginning to think you meant to spill all over your dress,” he manages. “You’re putting this show on for me too well.”

You shake your head with a giggle. “It wasn’t on purpose, but what can I say? I always make the most of a bad situation.”

As you walk past him and head to the kitchen, you grin and motion for him to follow along. For once in his life, Rin was perfectly happy being behind someone.

“What else do we need for the cake? Just the dry ingredients left, right?” you ask, skimming through the printed recipe.

Rin nods, gesturing towards his pantry. “I have the flour in there.”

Dutifully, you nod and open the door of his cupboard. The bag of flour sits near the top shelf, high enough that you have to stand on your tip-toes to be able to reach it.

You stretch your arms over your head and your shirt lifts in unison. The hem glides from your thighs to your hips, exposing the curves of your ass along with your thong—oh, fuck, your thong—that it was so scantily clad in. The small strip of fabric that Rin did see was silky and pink and inviting.

The moment ends too soon as you swiftly bring the flour down from its shelf. Rin doesn’t bother to hide the dejected look on his face as you spin around.

“Got it!” you chirp.

Rin huffs in annoyance.

“What’s the matter now, Mr. Grouchy-Pants?”

“I don’t want to bake right now,” he states. No, Rin would much rather be doing other things with you at this very moment.

Your eyes widen as you pout, “But our cake…”

“You already have enough, we don’t need to make some,” he says dismissively. “I’d rather have yours, actually.”

“M-mine?” you stammer in surprise, but a pleased look graces your features. “Well, perhaps you can have just an appetizer before we bake.”

Placing the bag of flour down, you walk over to him, granting his wishes as you slowly wrap your arms behind his neck. Instinctively, Rin’s own hands rest along the small of your back, pulling your body closer to his.

As he leans in to kiss you, you pull away.

Rin frowns.

“After this, we have to finish baking though! Promise?” you ask sweetly.

He nods. In this moment, Rin could be persuaded to do whatever you have ever wanted.

#🌸.writings #blue lock x reader #bllk x reader #rin x reader #rin itoshi x reader #itoshi rin x reader #blue lock x you #bllk x you #rin x you #itoshi rin x you #rin itoshi x you #bllk smut #bllk fanfic #bllk drabbles #🌸.bloom after dark

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jeonginsleftcheek · 6 months ago

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Used (drabble)

pairing: felix x afab!reader, implied ot8 x reader

genre: filthy smut

wc: 723

warnings: cockwarming, unprotected sex, partner sharing, degradation, praise, LOTS of dirty talk, creampie, breeding kink, reader is called slut

a/n: i'm in a lil writing slump so this is an attempt at getting out of it, enjoy (i guess😭)💕

You were currently lying under your best friend Felix, your legs wrapped around him and his cock buried deep inside your heat. It wasn't the first time he needed the closeness and the comfort and you were happy to be of service, letting him seek your warmth.

You were scrolling on your phone as he almost fell asleep on top of you but then you shifted just a little, making him groan into your neck.

"Y/n." he whined before lifting up and looking at you. You tossed your phone aside and gave him a smirk.

"Spread your legs." his voice was dark and a shiver ran up your spine, doing as you were told.

Felix started to move slowly, fucking your stretched wet pussy, his eyes rolling back at the feeling as he grunted.

You gasped, letting out a string of moans as you clutched onto him.

"Did you cockwarm the other guys like this, hm?" he asked, dragging his cock through your walls.

"Mm, yeah." you whimpered when his tip hit your spot.

"Tell me how you did it." Felix wrapped one hand around your neck, his other squeezing on your breast.

"I- I cockwarmed Hyunjin while he was painting." you started.

"Yeah? Did you let him fuck you?" Felix pinched your nipple, making you whine as he still fucked into you with languid movement.

"Yes. He bended me over his table and fucked me hard." you bit on your lip, your pussy clenching around Felix's length.

"Who else?" he smirked, pulling his cock almost completely out before rocking back into you harder, making you moan.

"C-Chan." you whimpered. "In the studio."

"Mhm." he squeezed your neck a little and you gasped, lifting your middle up to meet his thrusts.

"Did he fuck you good after that?"

"He fucked me so good." you whimpered as Felix gripped your thighs, pushing your knees up to your shoulders.

"And Changbin?"

"I cockwarmed him with my mouth." you confessed and Felix twitched inside you, the image of you kneeling with your mouth stuffed full of Changbin's cock made him weak.

"I bet you liked your little mouth stretched around him, hm?" Felix gripped the flesh on the back of your thighs as he fucked you a little harder, your pussy so warm and wet around him.

"I loved it." you whined, nails digging into the mattress under you.

"What about last night? I heard you and Seungmin." Felix smirked, increasing his speed and making you even more wet, the squelching sounds of your pussy filling up the room.

"He fucked me from behind. I even let him put it in my ass." you whimpered at the memory.

"Damn, you really are just a little slut, aren't you?" Felix groaned, rocking his hips into yours and making you moan as you clenched hard around him.

"I am." you confirmed, biting on your lip.

"Tell me more." Felix demanded, fucking you harder and making your head spin.

"I fucked Jeongin this morning."

"Yeah? Did you ride him like a good girl?"

"I did." you whimpered, so close to release.

"You wanna cum, slut?" Felix grinned, his fingertips grazing your sensitive clit.

"Y-yes, please!" you moaned.

"Cum around me." he ordered, flicking your clit as he kept fucking into you hard.

"Ah, Felix!" you fell apart, exploding around him as he kept fucking you through your high and chasing his own.

"You want my cum, slut?" he panted and you gasped, gripping onto his arms.

"P-please!"

"Fuck, I know you love to be stuffed by all eight of us. Want us to breed this greedy little pussy?" Felix grunted, fucking you so hard that you came around him once again.

"Yes I do!" you cried out and he exploded, ropes od warm cum filling you up.

"Minho told me to stretch you good for him today." Felix breathed hard before pulling out.

"Mm." you whimpered at the emptiness but that was soon replaced by four of his fingers pushing inside your fucked out pussy.

"So, I'm not done with you yet. You're gonna take it like a good slut until Minho comes to fuck you." he smirked at your teary eyes as he continued fucking you hard with his fingers.

You whined, spreading your legs more, happy to be used by all eight of your best friends.

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Ok, so... this might be a bit of a +18 think piece, but... what do you think the lads men would have as their top 3 kinks? I started thinking about it after I read the Xavier somno one, lol. Maybe I'm crazy but I think Caleb would have blindfolds/rope play in his top 3 (on mc not on him, since he wants to see all of you but is very resultant to show all of himself back due to fear of rejection+ if mc is tied up she can't leave)

[ choosing only three was a lot harder than I thought whew. Also, I'm testing out different layouts rn so don't mind me (⁠^⁠～⁠^⁠;⁠)⁠ゞ]

Predator/Prey Play: This guy is the literal definition of wolf in sheep's clothing. What gets him going is the thrill of the hunt and the turntables (his specialty), which is why he will often let you think you're in control and have your fun teasing him only to then pounce when you least expect. If you run from him then you better pray he won't catch you or not.

Exhibitionism: This might be a hot take but walk with me. Xavier is a very jealous man so he won't ever allow anyone to actually see you, buuuut he is very into letting others know you belong to him. You gotta leave for a mission with someone else? Not to worry, all he needs is 10 minutes in the bathroom stall. The bread guy is back at it again? It can't be helped, he'll just have to fuck against the door while he's knocking to show you're busy. He'd love to see you struggling (and failing) to keep your voice down and looks like a smug cat when others notice the marks he left on you.

Cunnilingus: This man eats pussy like a goddamn champ. He absolutely adores having your thighs wrapped around his head, to the point he finds it comforting, and the feeling of his tongue stretching open your dripping pussy for his cock later. Your taste is something he could have every day, which he will if you let him, and he takes pride when you're left a writhing, whimpering mess that begs for him to fuck you.

Bondage: The joke about him tying MC up with surgical knots was definitely not a joke. In my opinion, rather than the power rush over the control he has over you, what really gets him off is the trust you put in his hands. Bondage is all about having faith in your partner to never truly hurt you and knowing you see him that way makes him feel beyond special. Given the chance he'd love to have you wrapped in dark blue, silky ribbons and the aftercare is top tier with this guy.

Lingerie: For some reason I feel like Zayne is REALLY into seeing you wearing lingerie. Ladies, feel free to tease him by telling him you're wearing one, but not letting him see until he's home much later. He'll spend the entire day imagining what type of lace you have under your clothes and he pretty please asks you to strip for him as a reward for waiting.

Phone Sex: Another one I just have a feeling it's his thing. I mean, he is a busy man and sometimes it can't be helped, people have needs yk. He'd like the feeling of knowing you think of him as much as he does of you when the other is not around. The photos you send and the sounds of your needy whines right next to his ear goes straight to his cock and he is mortified when the post-nut clarity hits him and he realizes what he did in his own office.

Overstimulation: I'm an overly sensitive Caleb truther. The overstimulation has his head spinning so good that he can barely form a coherent thought that isn't your name while he slams into your pussy for the nth time like a desperate man. He doesn't want to simply break you he wants to break together, to the point neither of you can think about anything else besides how good it feels.

Roleplaying: I've lost count of the amount of times we've seen him and MC roleplaying and this man will unironically take it to the bedroom. It starts as a joke where he's only doing it to make you laugh, but then he won't allow you to break character and will edge you until you say your "lines" correctly. Forceful and cold soldier? Check. Teasing and pervy Gege? of course. A loving and gentle husband? Sign him up. Strict teacher? No need to ask twice.

Brat Taming: Now defying Caleb is the equivalent of waving a red flag in front of a bull and you better run because when he catches you you're done for. He needs you to need him as much as he needs you and if he has to break you for you to admit it then he will. The rush of being the one in charge and "taking care" of you in a way no one else will is enough to have his cock throbbing.

Breeding AND Biting: These two go hand in hand every time you have sex with him. He craves to have a family with you but, more than anything, he wants you to be as full of him as his heart is of you. He wants you to be so filled with his cum that he has to keep his cock inside otherwise it'll leak out of you. He absolutely enjoys the slippery mess your warm insides become when he rocks his hips into you, slowly but deep, pushing his cum even further into your womb and hoping you'll get pregnant.

Body Worship: I've said it once and I'll say it again: Sylus is a lover boy! ! ! Each kiss on your skin is an offering, a promise and a worship. He wants to know the parts of your body not even you do and give you the love you deserve. The praises he whispers against your body are similar to a prayer and he could spend years exploring every inch of you without ever getting tired. You're the very reason for his existence and any less is just unacceptable.

Size: This guy is not only big but he's also very large. He is a softie who likes to tease you about how small you are compared to him while he holds your hand and pretends he doesn't hear your complaints about him suffocating you after the draped his heavy body over yours. That feeling of satisfaction extends when he has to gently coo you and kiss your tears away while he's spreading your little hole open. He can't help the fangy grin on his lips when he feels his cock bulge on your tummy and he holds your hand over the spot so you feel how deep he is inside of you as well.

Rough Sex: Another controversial take but I feel like he's a secret sadist just not the extreme type. Man can flip his demeanor from "harmless babyboy" to intimidating sea god in a split second who knows what else he's hiding under that purple wig. He'll keep an almost cold demeanor while he coaxes whimpers out of you in the best way and a wicked smirk spreads across his face at the sight of your tears, spurring him on until he's completely broken you.

Food Play: That's definitely one way to make sure he actually eats. Having you be his meal will make him hungry like never before and oh he absolutely will feast (this may or may not be a reference to this). He makes a point of not using his hands while licking along your skin, tasting the sweet chocolate before he left a purple mark on your thighs. Oh, this goes both ways so please pour wine on him and lick him clean ;)

Body Painting: I forgot if there's an actual English term for this but Rafayel would love to draw on your skin and watch you squirm each time the soft, wet brush went over your perked up nipples. He'd scold you when you move because you're making him smudge the lines and holds you in place with his free hand, warning you to stop or he'll take "extreme measures" to make you keep still. You are the only one he'd ever dare to call a masterpiece.

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