#i have no idea whats wrong i think its overstimulation or something but everything is so fucking awful that

[chucklechampion]

welcome back from vacation!! everything is fucked forever

[tonycries]

Why Can't I Keep My Fingers Off You? [Part 2] - G.S. 

Synopsis. “Besides, Toru, just because it worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.” “Wanna bet?” For Satoru, convincing you to take the aphrodisiac chocolate too wasn’t the hard part - the hard part was being shoved into that bathroom stall, cock throbbing, mind spinning - trying not to beg for mercy. 

Pairing. Gojo Satoru x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, slight femdom, overstimulation (male), lots of cum, you absolutely ruin Satoru, semi-public sex, subby! Satoru, aphrodisiac sex, multiple rounds, shutting up Gojo Satoru by making him cum in his pants, pet names (darling, my girl), swearing.

Word count. 3.7k

A/N. Can be read as a standalone, but PART 1 HERE.

Bros this was mad hard to write oml. Art by @_3aem on X.

Satoru had everything he needed to absolutely ruin you tonight.

Overpriced Cartier glasses? Check.

Jet-black Hellcat freshened up, ready with a little surprise for you inside? Check.

You, all dolled up and brows furrowed adorably at him? Holy shit, check.

“Toru, if we’ve missed our reservation because you had beef with the neighborhood cat again…”

“He was looking at you wrong! I had to defend your honor!” Dramatic protests falling on deaf ears, Satoru speeds through the darkening city streets, still grumbling under his breath about “cats these days”.

With your fiancé being absolutely swamped with missions recently, you’d been anticipating this night for weeks now.

Little did you know, Satoru had just as much - if not more.

Soon enough, the neon lights of that upscale, new restaurant you’d been absolutely dying to visit recently come into view. 

Okay, it’s time. 

“Y’know…” he begins, glancing at you with that familiar mirthful glint in his eyes. Laughter bubbling to his throat at your knowing stare, he plows on “Remember that one night where I just so happened to come across your special chocolate?”

“You mean swiped from my secret stash?”

“Semantics” he waves off. “But anyway, I was thinking…” he voice trails off mischievously as he swiftly turns to grab the mysterious black bag sitting on the backseat that you’d been eyeing suspiciously ever since you got in the car.

Oh shit, so that’s what he was onto. Eyes widening, “Toru, no.”

He whines, a pout forming on his lips. “C’monnn, no one’s gonna know except me. I want to make this night unforgettable, my girl.”

You raise a brow, “Unforgettable? Toru, your idea of unforgettable will end up with both of us arrested.”  After the madness of last time, you’d ignored his sticky note for a reason!

Letting out an exasperated sigh, you try to justify - probably to yourself just as much as Satoru, “And just because the aphrodisiac worked for you doesn’t mean it’ll work for me.”

He wiggles his eyebrows, twinkling eyes still undeterred. “Wanna bet? I’ll do the dishes for all of next month. We’ll never know till we find out, darling.” 

You narrow your eyes at the hand already snaking its way inside the bag, faded finger marks from last time still searing into your skin. Catching Satoru’s gaze - behind the amusement, something else shines darkly. 

Shit.

Goosebumps erupt down your spine. 

A beat passes. One. Two. Only the revving of the engine filling the tense air. 

“...two months.” 

It’s all Satoru can do to not jump in joy in his seat right now - knowing his girl, you’ll probably take back what you said and immediately bonk him on the head for being so ridiculous. 

“Deal.” he mutters lowly, pulling up to the driveway.

 A flash of hot pink. In the short time it takes the valet to reach your car, Satoru has already split that too-familiar chocolate, holding out the bigger part to you, eyes gleaming with excitement. “I swear this’ll be a night you won’t forget.” he grins, biting into the chocolate. 

God, he was going to be the death of you. 

The decadent flavor washes over your tongue, a slight tingling on your tastebuds. But, it’s still just chocolate, right? You scoff - at least you won’t have to do the dishes for two months.

Now, Satoru knows he won’t have to do the dishes for two months. 

Ah, how heavenly you’d be, splayed out and begging for mercy underneath him. Heels clacking against the polished tile and your hand warm in his as the maître d’hôtel ushers you both inside, dick twitching in anticipation. Shit, was the chocolate working already?

He risks a glance at how you’re faring - nope, still normal. That’s okay, he’ll be driving you crazy in no time.

---

Okay, maybe he won’t be driving you crazy in no time. 

How dare you sit there so gorgeous and unbothered, sipping slowly on your wine while he’s here mind whirling around how he’ll fuck you right here right now on this table without getting arrested for public indecency.

Fuck, it was hitting him hard.

Cock aching, heat rushing to his cheeks, eyes bleary - he sighs in frustration, resigning himself to do the dishes for two months.

Why did he even think of this? Damn his big fucking ego, he should’ve never taken that chocolate again. Maybe if he eats you out just right he could lower it to-

A feathery touch on his thigh. Too light for any sort of friction - just enough to set his skin ablaze. So deft that Satoru thinks he must’ve imagined it.

Until there it is again. Soft caress dancing delicately up his thigh. 

You.

A shiver creeps down his spine, blood rushing straight to his dick. Probably for the first time in his life, Satoru is speechless - maybe because you’ve reached underneath the table, teasingly sliding a heel along the top of his thigh.

“…darling…”

“Hmm?”

He blinks away the haze in his eyes, raising them to meet yours. “Wha-”

Oh. Oh, fuck.

What has he gotten himself into?

Eyes half-lidded, brows furrowed, and looking into his soul with a predatory glint that jolts the great Gojo Satoru right to his very core - and to his throbbing cock. He’d be lucky to make it out alive. Maybe he should just beg for his life right now.

Minutes tick by - or maybe it was seconds - Satoru is clueless. Mind only focused on the heel inching closer and closer, dangerously near to where he needed you the most. A smug smirk curls your pretty lips as his mouth drops into a soft oh.

The air crackles with an unspoken tension - his hips trying to subtly move you towards the erection furiously straining against his pants. He needed it so bad. It’s fucking pathetic, he knows. But he couldn’t give less of a fuck as your sole grazes his aching head. Pressing down. Hard.

“Fuck!”

Stomach flipping - before Satoru could fully process what the fuck was happening - he cums embarrassingly in thick spurts that pool on his pants, soaking right through the fabric, probably smearing on your new heels.

Head spinning, he bites his knuckles hard enough to draw blood, muffling the desperate moans threatening to escape his lips. 

He grinds his hips in shallow, mindless motions in a desperate attempt for more friction.

Instead, he gets the opposite.

“Behave, Toru.” you warn, swiftly resting your heel back on the floor, voice strained with something that makes his sensitive dick quiver animalistically. 

You huff out a chuckle at the almost-inaudible whimper of disappointment that rips from his throat. It’s laughable, really, he was supposed to be the one ruining you. This was so not fucking suave.

Face burning - whether due to the chocolate or embarrassment at the warm patch on his pants, he doesn’t even know - Satoru wishes the Earth would swallow him up whole. Would it be overkill to just teleport outta here?

The only thing that snaps Satoru out of his little reverie is your pretty lips forming into a tut. “Now now, Toru. It’s rude to make a mess at a restaurant. Why don’t we go to the restrooms and get you cleaned up, hm?”

Oh. Shit. 

A firm grip on his arm, his hands desperately covering his crotch. 

He was not going to make it out of this alive. 

Honestly, it wasn’t hard to bribe the waitress into letting you follow into the restroom after your fiancé - and put up an Out of Order sign promptly afterward. The actual hard part was trying not to rip off his clothes and give into your desires before you two even made it there. But you couldn’t let anyone else see him like that, of course. 

You were sure that if you had Satoru’s powers then you would’ve hollow purpled everyone here and taken him already.

You were going to ruin him.

Mind running a mile a minute, Satoru wouldn’t even be surprised if he’d just teleported to the restroom. If he was in a better state of mind he might’ve even admired the decor.

“My girl.” he breathes out, voice ragged. It’s all that is said before your lips are on his. 

It was like a fever dream - the bruising urgency of your lips, your aching pussy, and the heat of the stall as your quickened breaths mingle in a desperate dance. Your tongue intertwining with his. 

Manicured nails ripping his shirt open, you don’t have half the mind to register the designer buttons hitting the floor.

Satoru’s lips hazily chase yours as you pull away delicate strings of spit snapping just as quickly as your sanity. 

Your mouth waters at Satoru’s chest in all its chiseled glory, creamy skin peeking out from whatever remnants of the shirt were clinging to his sculpted shoulders. You wanted to ruin him.

“You dirtied my heels, Toru.” you frown, mockingly innocent. A choked-up gasp leaves his throat as you snake a hand down to firmly grip the erection straining against Satoru’s wet pants. Unmoving. “What shall we do about that, hmm?” 

“Ah! Please, my girl.”

“Please what? Use your words, Toru.”

“Please. Wanna cum so bad.”

Satoru learned the hard way that he could never turn back after uttering those words. 

Though, he already had an inkling once you immediately slam him against the stall door, fumbling with his belt, nails digging hard into his prominent v-line. “If you say so, Toru. Better not stop till you’re shooting blanks.”

The only thing that registers in his mind is the deadbolt echoing throughout the empty bathroom and his still-rock hard cock throbbing in your hands. 

“Ah- hah! Fuck.” low groans leave his throat at each jerky movement down his length. 

Head thrown back, pants bunched underneath his heavy balls, your tits pressing against his body as your hands urgently move along his veined length - up, up, up. 

Your thumb harshly teases his flushed head, spreading the precum from his leaking tip lewdly. “Oh God.”

His knees buckle, hands slamming against the top of the stall hard enough to make the walls tremble, desperately trying to keep himself from collapsing. Mind spinning, he doesn’t even know if he’s on planet Earth anymore.

“Toru~ Gonna let me join in on the fun?” your dangerous purr sends his cock twitching, breath hot against his ear.

Your cunt quivers, slick soaking your panties and trailing down your legs at the pornographic moans spilling from his lips as you fucked his thick cock with your fist. You wanted him so badly it was driving you insane.

Straddling a muscled thigh, your clothed core meets the fabric of his pants. It was already ruined, so what was another stain?

You grind your hips down on him, hard. Humping him like an animal in heat. 

Your slick seeping into the fabric of his leg. Harsh texture stimulating your needy cunt so painfully good. Swollen folds parting, mewls of pleasure leave your swollen lips as your clit catches on the rough fabric of his overly expensive pants. Over and over. 

Distantly, you register a strong hand tugging roughly on the thin fabric of your panties - easily ripping it and letting it fall to god-knows-where. 

Your hand doesn’t let up either, milking Satoru’s cock mercilessly the way you’d been dying to ever since you stepped foot into his restaurant. Your head spins, hips moving so animalistically on Satoru’s thigh.

A hand reaches down to sensually massage his heavy balls, squeezing and pressing hard circles - just the way you knew he liked it. 

“Oh, my girl. Always so good t’me- Ah! Hngh, gonna-” 

Satoru doesn’t get to finish his sentence before he’s pumping hot ropes of seed that decorate your pretty hands. Hips fucking up into you desperately.

You’re not far behind, juices squirting all over that expensive fabric, pooling on the tiled ground with a drip! drip! drip! that bounces off the walls of the restroom.

You two were so fucking loud. 

But right now, you wouldn’t even mind if anyone walked in to see your Satoru so debauched - as long as they see you fucking the soul out of him as well. 

It wasn’t enough.

“You said you wanted to cum, didn’t you, Toru?”

A shiver runs down his spine - all the way to his dick. “What? W-wait, darling. Fuck- Oh!” the strained words tumble out of Satoru’s kiss-bitten lips as you push down his soaked pants, kneeling to leave a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down to his twitching, thick base. 

“I won’t be merciful, Toru.”

Ah, you could do this forever.

Nipping teasingly till you’re satisfied with the bite marks decorating his pelvis, you pool the saliva in your mouth, spitting a long stream into his furiously flushed head.

Once. Twice. Mixing enticingly with his precum, trailing down his length. “Ah! Hngh- oh, darling. So sensitive-” he bucks his hips into you, moaning loudly.

“You can do it f’me, Toru.” you murmur darkly against his twitching tip. Satoru keens as you take him until his fat head hits the back of your throat, pulsing around your warm mouth.

Your fiancé’s choking on his breaths more than you as you hollow your mouth, bobbing up and down at a ruthless pace. Gagging, you shove his throbbing dick all the way in with a desperation that eclipses the need for air, till you’re nose-deep in those tufts of snowy hair. 

“Oh, darling. Jus’ like that. Losing m’mind.” he whines.

Your pussy quivers at Satoru’s slightly salty taste, making you moan around his rock-hard length. Drool and precum dribble down the corner of your mouth, mixing with the mascara running down your cheeks. It was debauched. It was messy. And it was exactly how you wanted him. 

Tonguing Satoru’s sensitive slit in a delicate dance, you feel drunk off his sinful moans as you suck on him desperately. Breathless. Craving for more. 

Looking up to see a delicate streak of tears falling down his pretty face at the overstimulation, your cunt clenches around nothing. Fuck, you could just devour him.

“Cum, Toru.”

It was too much for him- 

Tight balls twitching sensitively, he cums onto your ready tongue. Fucked out whimpers leave his lips, tears clinging to his long, white lashes as he paints your pretty mouth with his thick, white seed.

Ah, he was always your favorite taste. Tasted so good - so good that you could cum untouched. 

And you do.

Eyes rolling to the back of your head and pussy clamping down on nothing as you reach your high.

You milk his cock ruthlessly, relishing in the thick cum flowing down your throat. But it still wasn’t enough.

Removing yourself off his dick with a lewd pop! you reach a hand to grab Satoru’s flushed throat, nails placed right over his thundering pulse. With a single tug, the great Gojo Satoru is on his knees before you, in the bathroom of some fancy restaurant. 

Walls still quivering, you stand over him, connecting your sweaty forehead - and your mouth - with his. 

Kiss-bitten and smeared with your lipstick, Satoru’s lips are soft - or maybe that’s the cum coating yours. A part of you delights in his half-lidded, fucked out gaze as your eyes bore into his - does he even know what he’s doing anymore? 

Hot seed flowing down his throat, Satoru can do nothing else but kneel there and take it. He feels lightheaded, all the blood in his brain rushing to his cock as you suck on his tongue. This was driving him insane. You were insane.

And he fucking loved it.

“You d-drive me insane, my girl.” his words muffled by your hand still around his throat. His voice cracks with sensitivity in a way he would definitely be embarrassed about if he were in the right mind. 

Yet, how could he ever be with the slow, feral smile that spread across your beautiful face?

Leaning down, you whisper lowly against his ear. “I’m the same, Toru.” 

Maybe it’s your words, and the hot breath that sends shivers down his spine. Or maybe it’s the way you lift your dress so alluringly - cunt dripping on full display, slick trailing down your legs. 

All Satoru knows is, he’s surging forwards. He’s got your front pressed against the cold wall, cock twitching to life and bullying its way through your swollen folds. 

Mindlessly, a strong hand smacks against the stall as Satoru tries to keep himself steady. Too drunk off of you - off of your whimpers of his name, and the feeling of your plush walls clamping down on his throbbing erection, struggling to accommodate his size despite being so dripping wet. 

He doesn’t give a fuck. 

“Hngh- S’tight. Oh, fuck! S-sucking my cock back hah- in s-so needily” 

Ramming in and out of your hole at a merciless cadence, Satoru’s balls smack your clit so animalistically. You two feel like a pair of fucking animals. 

Shudders of overstimulation and pleasure wrack his body. Chest heaving, his blown-out eyes roll to the back of his head at the rapid, desperate thrusts inside your warm core. 

Pulling out all the way to slam back in mercilessly, Satoru could pass out at the sight of your ass jiggling as it arches to meet the rhythm of his hips. 

“God, m’girl. Gonna- gonna cum ah! Fill this pussy the way you want-” he groans raspily into the heady air of the stall, exhausted cock shooting wispy strings of cum that fill you up - some missing as he pumps into you, spilling out to paint your swollen folds white.

Before he knows it, a low hiss leaves his throat as you remove yourself off of his furiously pulsing cock - only to shove him seated on the commode. 

You take a split-second to admire your gorgeous fiancé - face flushed as much as the prettily leaking tip of his throbbing cock, eyes dazed and miles away, curtained by his sweaty white locks. A delicate trail of drool made its way down the corner of his ruby, kiss-bitten lips. Exactly how you wanted him.

What a fucking picture. Maybe you should take that chocolate more often…

“Toru~ Remember what I said? You’re not tapping out, are you?” you hum, eyes narrowing at the way his erection twitches so ferally at your dangerous tone. 

“Ah- don’t know- Can’t, please.”

You loom dangerously close, a hand reaching out to mockingly push his cheeks together, drool pooling at your fingertips. “I’ve told you before, Toru. Use your words. Please what?”

“M-mercy, please!” pathetic pleas muffled by your hand.

“Mercy?”

“Mercy!”

“No mercy for you, my darling Toru.”

The great Gojo Satoru, begging for mercy, will face none at your hands. 

You straddle his muscled legs, shivering with sensitivity. “Ah! Hah- Oh god. Oh god oh god oh god-” he whines nonstop as his quivering tip teases your swollen, messy folds. In one, fluid motion, you sheath him fully in your dripping cunt.

Ah, you feel so full. 

You relish in the way he twitches instinctively inside you. Steadying yourself using Satoru’s shoulders, you drag your cunt along his length, his prominent veins grazing that one spot inside you. Pulling out till his thick head teases your entrance, you drop down - inch by inch - over and over.

Satoru thinks he could cry right now - or maybe he already is. He doesn’t know, nor does he care - not when you’re so beautiful and fucked out, nails digging into his shoulders and heart eyes palpable in your gaze as you ride his sensitive cock into insanity.

He can’t stop the ragged moans that escape his swollen lips, head thrown back and hips bucking up exhaustedly into you to meet your every bounce. A hand is at his throat, pulling your face to his, “Don’t run away, Toru~”

He felt so raw. More a feral beast than a man as he watches his abused cock get swallowed up over and over by your wet pussy.

If he thought his dick was broken after this time then it’s really unsalvageable now.

He wanted to run away. He wanted more. He wanted you to keep looking at him with that fucking predatory gaze that made a carnal part of him twitch so good. He wanted to cum.

“I wan’- I wanna cum, please, my girl.” Satoru gasps out, teary eyes blown and looking up at you so delicately.

“Cum?”

“Yes.”

“Cum, Toru.”

Maybe it was the glint of fondness in your eyes, maybe it was the piercing of teeth as you bit down hard into the crook of his neck. Or maybe it was the way your snug cunt clamped down on him so sinfully as you cum as around him. But Satoru is immediately bucking up into your hips - reaching his climax, if you can even call it that. Poor, exhausted cock cumming dry. “Ah- Cumming- M’cumming hgnh-”

Satoru doesn’t even know if he feels his orgasm, just waves of pleasure that overwhelm him as he rides it out on your cunt. 

Ah, he thinks if heaven was a person then it would be you. 

Maybe he’s died already.

“Toru? Open your eyes, darling.”

Slowly opening the eyes that he didn’t even realize he had furiously scrunched closed, Satoru slowly blinks his vision back.

An angel?

“No, Toru, your fiancé.” you huff out a laugh. Oh shit, he said that out loud? 

Head still reeling from, well, everything - the great Gojo Satoru can do nothing else but sit there, exhausted and fucked out of his mind as you slowly remove yourself off his twitching cock. He’s never felt so vulnerable - so ruined.

Ah, someone remind him to never let you have a bite of that chocolate every again. 

A low hiss leaves him, along with a few tears that later he swears were never there. 

As you tenderly clean both yourselves up in the humid stall, Satoru thinks he’s never been handled with so much care. Ah, he loves your gentle hands. He loves you.

“I love you too, Toru.” you whisper into the intimate silence. Oh, shit, he said that out loud again?

Your beautiful laugh, “Yes, you did, Toru.” Throwing away the used tissues, you grin “Y’know they’ve probably brought out our food by now.”

Absent-mindedly, “Mhm?”

“I was thinking I wanted chocolate for dessert.”

A/N. Oh Satoru, you poor, innocent fool…

Also this turned out longer than expected. Reblogs so so appreciated!

Plagiarism not authorized.

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[rafesbowbunny]

𝜗𝜚 bunny!reader has always had a thing for a regular at her bookstore, older!rafe only comes in to see her

c!w; mdni !! older!rafe, dom!rafe, bunny!reader, age-gap (reader is 18+), size kink, rafe gets called 'daddy' a few times, dirty talk, mutual pining obviously, 'unprotected' sex, p in v, creampie, overstimulation (if you squint), cum play, cum eating, oral (f. receiving)

notes; i had such bad writer's block during the making of this so i apologise if this isn't my best work... also its kinda long before the smut but it needed some plot !!

you'd just gotten a job at a new cozy bookstore in town. it was perfect, had rows and rows of every genre of book a person could think of and a lovely little cafe with a cozy area to read in too. you loved working there, and had recently gotten much more comfortable after finally getting the hang of everything.

there were quite a few regulars that would come in for the coffee and a book, lots were mothers with quiet children that would sit down in the children's corner and read, others were just people of all ages that particularly enjoyed sitting in the bookstore for hours.

you were stacking shelves the first time you saw him; tall, gorgeous and smiling slightly under his cute scruffy moustache. he was flicking through the non-fiction books. though he didn't look like someone that read, adorned in workwear and partially grubby clothing, most likely from his blue collar job.

you could tell he was definitely older, around ten years your senior but still so pretty. after that first minor interaction you started seeing him come in a lot more, every other day basically. you'd worked up the courage to say hi to him after a few more times of seeing him and although your face was probably bright red, he smiled wide and started a conversation with you.

after the ice had been broken you would always talk to him when he came into the bookstore, it got to a point where he wasn't even pretending to be interested in the books around him anymore, he obviously had come in there to see you again.

rafe had also started coming in early before work started, he looked so good in his carhartt jacket and big boots, not yet dirty from a days work. he'd make sure you were the one to make his coffee, always mumbling something about you having a secret gift as he grinned, letting his hand linger over yours when he'd take his cup.

the tension between the two of you was palpable, your friends and co-workers would make jokes about how no one needed to read romance books in there anymore, they had a whole story playing out in front of them.

you would always laugh and smile at their comments, smitten over the idea of being with rafe but there was always the lingering thought that it was just friendly flirting. nothing more. he probably had a girlfriend, or a wife or something. he was too old and too gorgeous, why would he actually want anything to do with little old you.

these thoughts had you spiralling significantly on one particular day; what if you were wasting all your time and feelings on this older guy that would never want you? would you ever get over him? would you be alone forever?

you were zoning out - hard - as you slid the last few books of your shift onto the shelf, you nearly jumped out of your skin when you saw him standing in front of you with a grin.

"sorry, did i give you a fright?" he mumbled, steadying you with his touch, "'thought you'd heard me when i said y'name but there must be s'much goin' on in that head of yours."

you took a breathe and smiled weakly at him, not being able to shake your pessimistic thoughts from seconds before as he stood in front of you, handsome and speaking.

"no, sorry- lots on my mind i guess" you shrugged, fiddling with your fingers. rafe's brow furrowed, he'd seen you stressed and frustrated because of work but never like this, anxious and pensive.

he tilted his head a little, "what's wrong hm?" he softly coaxed, looking deep into your eyes as he reached out and rubbed your arm with his thumb.

you looked up at him through your lashes, "nothing.. nothing really..." you mumbled, chewing your lip a little.

his gaze darkened as he watched you, "something you wanna ask me bunny?"

you shook your head after shuddering at the nickname. a nickname only rafe used with you, it never failed to give you goosebumps down your body and cause your thighs to squeeze together a little, "don't worry.. er, i'm about to close up in a minute - you don't mind walking me to my car do you?"

his pursed lips melted into a smile and he looked up for a second before nodding. you smiled at him before finally putting away the last few things and grabbing the bookstore's keys. rafe followed you out as you left the store and locked the doors from the outside.

"cold tonight hmm" rafe remarked, looking out at the dim parking lot and neighbouring streets as he walked close to you. you hummed in agreement, readjusting the jacket tighter around you.

when you finally reached your car you looked up at him with a longing smile before he tilted his head, grinning at you, "you gonna tell me what you were thinking about earlier?"

you shook your head, nerves chewing at your lip again.

"c'mon, 'm not gonna see you tomorrow, 'ts your day off bunny, can't make me just wonder all this time hm?" he playfully whined, inching his body closer to yours. you were a little stunned by his words.

"you remember my day off's tomorrow?" the nerves were rising in your tummy now, bubbling around and exploding.

he smirked, sliding your hand into his, "course i'd know when the only reason i go into that bookshop isn't there."

"rafe" you gushed, covering your face a little and shaking your head. you couldn't believe your ears, you thought you weren't stupid or anything but here you were, hearing that he wanted you the whole time. "i thought you were just.. i don't know, entertaining the idea of me this whole time..."

his lips parted and brow furrowed as if it was completely incomprehensible that he might've not actually wanted you, "bunny... you must be talking pure shit now because i thought i'd made it obvious i wanted you from the second i'd gotten to know you."

you chewed at your lip, heat pooling in your tummy as he instinctively inched closer to you as he spoke. all you wanted to do now was jump his bones, and you kept glancing down at the bulge in his pants as it became closer and closer to you.

he noticed your wandering eyes and laughed a little, throwing his head back before sliding both hands up your arms carefully, "...so you said you don't have heating huh?"

you nodded, feeling dizzy at the realisation of what he was about to ask you.

he scoffed with a grin, "see, i've got heating at my place that works pretty well, and - bunny, with the way you're looking at me right now, i think we're better off going there."

you smiled, staring up at him through your lashes before nodding and in an instant he'd grabbed your hand, leading you to his truck. the drive was probably fairly quick, but it felt like hours of agony to the both of you as you patiently waited. rafe's hand was possessively gripping your thigh and you felt wetness in your panties thinking about where else his hands would trail to.

it was a blur, stumbling out of his truck and into his house, you barely looked at the place before the two of you, sloppy and all over each other, had made it to his bedroom. your body was on vibrate but he took a second to take his huge jacket and long sleeve shirt off.

you breathed heavily, eyes widening when street light through the window illuminated his toned chest, he was built like a greek god and you nearly moaned at the thought of all that being all over you.

he teasingly peeled your clothes off, article by article, grinning all the way. he could see you twitching and heavily breathing at every movement, it only fuelled him more.

finally you were in nothing but panties and a bra, matching of course, which made rafe's eyes go wild, "jesus, look at you." he breathed, running his hands along the side of your body as you lay under him.

you slid your arms around his neck and tried to pull him in but he grinned at your lack of strength and you frowned playfully, squirming at the lack of action.

"you gonna ask nicely bunny?" his lips were centimetres away from yours, he was really enjoying teasing you now.

"please... please i want you inside me so bad" you whined, pouting and running your hands into his shaggy mullet. he smirked and leaned in, passionately pressing his lips to yours, engulfing you in heat.

your hands pulled at his jeans, ripping down the zipper as you slid a palm across his clothed cock, gasping at his lips over how big you found him to be.

he tugged himself out of his boxers before lowering down to your core, you burned with desire as you watched the greek god looming over you, slowly bully his cock into your weeping hole.

you groaned at the feeling, his cock slowly slipping all the way down, filling you to the hilt. your grip around his neck tightened, along with his hands holding you steady at your hips.

he drilled into you at an unrelenting pace, the sound of his cock diving in and out of your wet pussy causing him to groan gutturally, "uhghh, you like this big cock baby? c'mon, tell me you've been thinking about daddy's cock since you met me hmm"

you eyes were rolling back, the pleasure becoming too much already, "mmmh i think about daddy's cock all the time... oh! fuuuck."

you looked down at your tummy, a clear huge bulge poking everytime rafe drove his dick into you, only making you dizzier. he was just so big.

a creamy line of arousal was thick around the base of rafe's cock, your breath all ragged as he continued to drill into you, toying with your clit to overstimulate you.

you were shaking under him, one hand gripping onto a bicep and the other tugging the sheets beside you. the sheer girth of him was splitting you open, rafe grinned at the yelps escaping your lips with every thrust.

"pussy's swallowing me whole, fuck bunny" he grunted into your lips, launching in for yet another seering kiss while his thrusts became sloppy but deeper. plap-plap-plap filled the room along with your pornographic moans.

"nghh daddy, i'm- oh, g'na cum!" you cried, nails digging into his flesh.

he was panting into your neck, "'know baby, can feel your pussy milking me- fuuuuuck" you felt the rush of your orgasm as rafe's thick white ropes coated your insides. he continued to thrust into you a few more times, watching your pussy swallow all his cum before pulling out.

"such a good bunny, look at that shit.." he mumbled, dragging a finger over your wet whole, playing with and pushing his release back into you. "so wet..."

he dipped his head down, lapping up both your juices that had coated your folds. you twitched from the sensation, still recovering from his cock.

"rafeee- oh god- too sensitive.." you whined, hand laced in his hair. he lifted his head and looked at you with a grin, his moustache gleaming with wetness.

"oh bunny now that i've had you, shit, i'm never letting my little girl go."

[schilders]

overexposed | you’ve got your cute, blushing boyfriend tied down to your bed.

gojo satoru x reader (fem) 1k words / ao3 content: part of a series called study sessions along w unravel, meant to be nerd!gojo but u can't tell rly, restraints, blindfolds, praise kink, pet names, hand job, blow job err sort of, overstimulation, messy orgasm ig note: it's the same satoru from unravel so it's meant to be nerd!gojo but when he and reader already have an established relationship, big fan of whimpering, inexperienced men so that's how i personally imagine my nerdjo

“Oh, god,” his voice cracks, hands tugging at his restraints. He never should’ve listened to you when you said you wanted to try something new. The pure pleasure he was experiencing was borderline painful. His cock twitches in your grasp, pre beading at the tip.

“What’s wrong, ‘Toru?” You giggle, sliding your hand up the length of his cock, watching the way his body full-on shudders.

The flush on his face covers the bridge of his nose and cheeks before licking up the ends of his ears. His mouth gapes open, swears spilling past kiss-swollen lips.

You wish you could see those eyes, you imagine they were rolled back in that pretty little head of his. Though you have to admit, the blindfold was a good idea. Paired with the restraints, it denies you his gaze and ability to touch you, his sensitivity heightened.

“P-please,” he begs, hips jerking up into your grip. Even through it all, he was still your blushing, stuttering boyfriend.

The cool breeze of the room cooled his warm skin, and a sheen of sweat clung to his body. His stomach clenches with every exhale, the subtle muscles of his abdomen spasming.

“Gosh, you’re so pretty like this,” you tell him, gripping the base of his cock, watching the way his tip drools a mess down to where you held him. “Doin’ so well for me, ‘Toru.” And he fucking whines, a sound that has your breath stuttering, hand squeezing his cock just a tad too hard, causing him to choke out a sound.

“Does my pretty boy like that?” You tease, hiding just how much his reaction affected you, your thighs clamping shut and rubbing together, trying to hold back your arousal to focus on Satoru.

He nods furiously, his fingers clenching and unclenching, his chest heaving as he tries to calm his breathing. The soft silk scarf wrapped around his wrists digs into his skin, tight enough to leave a mark but not hurt.

“That’s good,” you purr, free hand moving deliberately, sliding up his calf and the expanse of his thigh. The muscle jumps beneath your touch, his legs spreading wider, giving you more access to his most sensitive spots. Your fingers dance along his inner thighs, stroking the quivering skin before pressing closer, wrapping around his balls.

He gasps, hips bucking up into your grip as you begin softly massaging his sack, your other hand continuing its ministrations, dragging along his cock once more. The sticky pre coating his shaft acts as a lubricant. Soft, squelching noises of your hand fisting his cock fills the room, mixing with his desperate breaths.

Satoru can’t think straight, his mind fried as he tries to make sense of everything that is happening. His body trembles under your hands, thighs threatening to close, his body fighting to keep them open. He doesn’t even hear himself moaning your name, the sound broken and weak. His eyes flutter under the blindfold, a soft whimper escaping his lips. Every nerve in his body felt like it was on fire.

His thoughts are scattered, the weight of the blindfold suffocating. “P-please,” he begs. He doesn’t know what he’s asking for. Release or relief? Who knows? All he could do was cry out as you jerk him off, palm sliding over his leaking head.

You hum softly, bringing your mouth down to rest just inches above the tip of his cock, careful not to get too close lest he feel your breath on him. You watch with rapt attention as you part your lips, slowly engulfing his head in the heat of your mouth.

The sight before you is pure art. His body shudders, his mouth parted in a long, drawn-out whine, and his voice is incredibly needy. His hands desperately grasp at the air, and he wishes he could wrap them in your hair and twist the strands.

The blush on his face darkens, spreading down to his neck and chest. His thighs tremble, resisting the urge to thrust up into your mouth knowing he’d cum the moment he did. Instead, he pushes through the ache, focusing on the way your lips wrap around him.

You moan around his length, the sound vibrating through to his core, causing him to buck into your mouth. Pulling back your tongue, you lap at his head, dipping into his slit, tasting his salty pre as you fist his cock faster, squeezing in intervals, and he moans loudly, cock twitching as his orgasm takes him by surprise.

Thick, milky ropes of cum spill from his cock, his sudden release catching you off guard as it paints your tongue and drips down your hand. You gasp softly, his cum covering your lips, fingers, and chin. Your tongue instinctively licks up the excess, swallowing down his seed. His body is a jerking mess beneath you, thighs trembling as he tries to make sense of his climax.

You continue to tongue at his slit, drinking down the last few spurts of come, his body shaking as you force him into overstimulation. He wishes so desperately for you to stop, yet he can’t bring himself to vocalize this. Instead, he lies there and takes it, his balls drawing up tight as more cum spills from his tip and onto your awaiting tongue.

“Hah, aah,” he pants, eyes rolling. He had given up on trying to free his hands, every muscle in his body strung tight.

Your tongue messily digs into his slit one last time before pulling away, a string of cum connecting your bottom lip to his cockhead. You know if Satoru sees you like this, he’ll blow another load, so you wipe it away before you bring your free hand up to pull at his blindfold.

It takes him a moment to realize what’s happening, blue eyes blinking up at the ceiling above him. His gaze is unfocused, pupils shaking as he glances down between his legs, his eyes settling on your face. His vision was blurry without his glasses, but he could still make out your smile.

“Hi, baby,” you whisper quietly, reaching out with your clean hand to brush through the sweaty strands of hair clinging to his forehead. “Did my good boy enjoy himself?”

“Fuck,” his head falls back against the pillow, cock jumping against his stomach, and you can’t help but laugh.

“I take that as a yes.”

[urfavhecate]

I’ve been waiting for too long | drunk!Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Natasha Romanoff x fem!reader

Summary: After your breakup with Wanda, Natasha takes care of you… good care…

Warnings: oneshot, drunk Natasha, SMUT, +18, MDNI ! drunk sex, breakup mention, short one, oral (r receiving), fingering (r receiving), multiple orgasm, kinda overstimulation.

Note: Hey guy, it has been long time since last post. As always… English isn’t my first language sp im sorry for all mistakes. This year I have my finals so it’s hard to find time for hobbies but I hope I’ll find more time to write some stuff. If you have any ideas for next shots or stories m requests are open, or if you want to yapp a little I’m also here. <3

No one is allowed to copy, translate or pubish my work as their own!

The life of an Avengers was never easy. As soon as you started your relationship with Wanda, you felt like you had found everything you needed, almost like you had grabbed God by the legs. However, as it quickly turned out, nothing lasts forever, because a few months later Wanda broke up with you.

It was one of those evenings when the Avengers tower seemed empty. While everyone else was busy with their own things, Natasha was sitting in the living room drinking her beer. When she saw you enter the room, she handed you a bottle so you could rest a bit.

„Have a drink and relax” she simply said. You thanked her and fell down on the couch next to Natasha. She just looked at you, knowing something was wrong. "Rough day?" she asked with a stoic face.

“Wanda broke up with me,” you replied quietly, your voice breaking at the thought of what had happened. “She chose that fucking toaster on legs over me.”

Natasha couldn’t help but giggle softly at the comment. “Vision you mean?”

“i don’t get it… what did i do wrong?”

Natasha’s smirk disappeared from her face. She leaned back on the couch, and she sighed before she could muster up a response. “Maybe you didn’t do anything… Sometimes its about what people want or don’t want”

“But him?! Really?! What did he have what i don’t?” You were irritated just thinking about him. He was a robot, he wasn’t even human.

"Beats me... He can fly and shoot lasers from his head" Natasha laughed again "You know... not everyone has good taste"

You laughed softly as you started to question whether or not he had a metal dick. You started to joke as Natasha smiled knowing that she cheered you up a bit, she didn't like seeing you down. Your relationship had always been weird. It wasn't just friendly flirting, but you never talked about what was between you, pretending that you were just friends and worked together.

“I think we should find you a new hobby because I don’t want to picture his metal dick again” The redhead laughed.

“I have one idea… We could always go to a bar”

It wasn’t long before you ended up at one of the nearby bars, drinking and dancing. A few shots and drinks later, you both were visibly tipsy, the alcohol was taking effect. Natasha’s usual composure loosened as her inhibitions lowered, her gaze more carefree and lighthearted. She leaned back against the barstool, studying you with a lazy smirk on her face.

“What?” you giggled noticing she was staring at you.

“Nothing… You just a lot more fun when youre drunk” she answered letting inner thoughts threaten to spill out.

When you finished on the dance floor, your bodies moved together in perfect harmony, you danced and your bodies rubbed against each other. She let her hand drift to your hip, pulling you even closer to her. Her eyes met yours, dark with mix of intoxication and desire.

“You're beautiful you know that?” you mumbled moving closer to her, your lips were now just inches apart.

“Am I?” she murmured softly, her voice a low seductive purr “Or is that just the alcohol talking”

“you are hot as fuck” Natasha's smirk turned cocky as her eyes burned with desire. She gently pushed you backwards until your back hit the wall, trapping you against it with the weight of her body. Her hand moved from your hip to your chin, tipping your face up to meet her gaze. Natasha chuckled, her body pressing against yours, her hand still holding your chin, her gaze boring into yours. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your earlobe, her voice a heady whisper in your ear.

"You don't know what you're asking for," she muttered huskily, her free hand roaming over the fabric of your clothes. "I can make you feel things you've never felt before." Wanda wasn’t really dominant so this was new and exiting at the same time.

Natasha dragged you into a taxi and you headed back to the tower. Throughout the whole way, you couldn't keep your hands to yourselves, wandering over the other woman's body.

Natasha's patience had reached its limit. The moment the elevator doors closed behind you, she punted. She slammed you against the wall, her body trapping yours, her gaze smoldering with desire.

"I can't wait anymore," she panted, her hands roaming all over your body, touching you with a desperate need. Her lips found your neck, kissing and nipping, leaving a trail of heated affection “I’ve been waiting for too long”

You moaned when her lips touched your neck and your fingers tangled with her hair. Natasha hummed against your neck, the sound a mixture of approval and desire. Your moan sent a jolt of arousal through her body, fueling her need to feel your skin against hers. Her hands roamed freely over your body, slipping under your clothes, seeking more contact, more flesh. Her kisses moved up until her lips found yours, capturing them in a passionate, demanding kiss.

When you got out of the elevator, Natasha immediately pushed you against the wall. Natasha groaned when you wrapped your leg around her waist, the action bringing your bodies even closer together. She ground her hips against you, the movement hard and desperate, her need for you becoming almost primal. She broke the kiss just long enough to let out a ragged exhale, her breath mingling with yours. "I want you. Now."

“Say it again... please….” You moaned. Natasha's hand gripped your hip, her fingers digging into your flesh as she pushed you harder against the wall. She leaned in, her lips brushing against your ear, her voice a low, sinful whisper.

"I want you. I need you. Now." Her hand slid up the length of your thigh, hooking your leg over her hip, the movement more possessive than ever before. "You understand?"

At that moment, you didn't care about the breakup or that anyone could see you two. Natasha's sloppy kisses were driving you crazy, so you dragged her to your room. Natasha pushed you onto the bed, climbing on top of you and pinning your hands above your head.

"Wanda never dominated you huh?" Natasha smiled knowing it was true. "Baby with me you'll feel things you could only dream of with Wanda"

A moment later they ended up naked in your bed. Natasha moved lower kissing your chest, your stomach and finally ending between those legs. She couldn't help herself and ran her tongue through your wet folds. She moaned loudly at the taste of you on her tongue.

"oh god... you taste so good"

Your fingers tangled in her hair holding her where you needed her the most. Her tongue moved faster and faster, and you squirmed beneath her. Natasha grabbed your thighs to keep you in place. She continued to eat your pussy like it was her last meal. She was hungry for your taste. It wasn't long before she added her fingers, pushing two of them roughly into your pussy. You moaned with pleasure, wanting more. You tugged at her hair, holding her between your shaking legs. Her movements were still sloppy from the alcohol. She mumbled something under her breath as she gently sucked on your clit.

"I’m… I’m gonna... cum... Natasha please… can I cum?" you moaned. Your body trembled as you ere closer to the pleasure, as Natasha’s fingers curled inside you, finding that sweet spot.

"Good girl, asking for permission... such a submissive good girl." Natasha mumbled, pushing another finger into your pussy "Cum for me baby"

It wasn't long before you came on Natasha's face. The redhead lapped up your juices, not wanting to waste a single drop. Her face was covered in your orgasm and her eyes still held a hunger. Her pupils were much larger and her irises were a darker shade of green.

“Nat… Natasha… oh god… fuck…!”

“Good girl, scream my name… my good girl” she kept mumbling.

As you came down from your high, you thought Natasha would pull away to kiss you, but she continued eating your pussy. She couldn't hold back, it only took a moment for her to become addicted to your taste. Natara's free hand pressed gently against your lower abdomen.

"Natasha...tooo sensitve..." you tried to pull away but Natasha held you in place.

"Don't you dare move. Just one more"

Natasha continued fucking you not paying attention to the overwhelming pleasure that was spreading throughout your body. Life mattered to your cheeks. Your legs shook as Natasha's fingers moved in and out at a rapid pace. You squirmed, moaning her name like a prayer.

"I can't...I can't…" You kept screaming.

"You can do it baby....You'll feel so good..."

“Tell me when you belong to… Tell me you’re mine…” She softly bit your clit.

“I’m yours… only yours…”

As you came a second time Natasha smiled and kissed your forehead. Her hands moved to your breasts. “I’m not done with you yet”

[worldly-fluster]

The LADS boys...when you go 'missing'???

(angst with some comedy cause it's fun)

So the plot is: you get tired of being near people, get overwhelmed and overstimulated so you need a bit to yourself...well you forgot to tell a certain someone you went MIA. He...panics? I don't think that's the right word for what he does.

Sylus(featuring the twins), Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel

ALSO-None of you are dating yet in any of these I write. Unless I specifically say so anyway. Lil note at bottom too lol

Sylus-

•So. He is definitely not panicking.

•He sooo knows where you are.

•He tells himself anyway.

•Only to realize that you weren't where he thought you were.

•You were supposed to be at one of his bunkers- your favorite bunker that he has in his possession. He even saw you go in there!

•But you aren't there?!

•The only way you could have left his/Mephisto's sight was if you literally disappeared. Like, poof Lola's gone.

•He looked everywhere in that place for you but he couldn't find a clue so he branched out.

•Poor Mephisto...his poor little wings, having to fly around like a, well, Chicken with its head cut off.

•It was actually a whole TWO days until he remembered that the twins existed and he could get their help.

•They were gone too??

•So, time skip until almost a week- 5 days, 8 hours and 37 seconds on the dot- he wasn't counting- go by and he gets a call from the twins.

•Apparently, they walked in on you having a breakdown and when you asked them for help to get you away from everything for a bit, they couldn't say 'no'.

•And all three of you completely forgot to tell the big boss man. Actually legitimately did forget.

•The twins were panicking about your well-being that they forgot about Sylus until you said you were okay enough to go back.

•lets just say, he was not pleased.

•All three of you- more like the twins only, he couldn't stay mad at you- were 'grounded' until he said so.

Xavier-

•He didn't really think much of you being gone at first, he just figured Jenna sent you on another mission by yourself again. The third time that week.

•Yeah he was worried, but he only got really worried when he asked Tara about it and she said you went on leave.

•He almost immediately signed for his own leave.

•He tried calling, texting, everything. But you didn't answer so he thought the worst.

•Where was his little teddy bear?

•he tried your apartment- he teleported into it and no it wasn't trespassing, he was checking on a friend. What do you take him for? A criminal??

•he tried all your favorite shops, cafe's and even asked Zayne, your doctor, whom had no idea about this but we'll get to his reaction later.

•it was barely two days until he found you.

•at a cat Cafe/bed and breakfast that you told him about in passing a few weeks before.

•He remembered it only because he remembered you were wearing that cute little blue blouse he got you for your birthday a month ago while telling him and he saw someone wearing something similar to it while he was pani-sorry, calmly looking for you.

•Oh he pouted.

•he whined.

•he almost cried.

•so a few head pats and apologies later he was docile and telling you not to do that again, without him anyway.

•he didn't think to ask Jenna about your whereabouts, she knew where you were going the whole time.

Zayne-

•He only realized something was wrong when Xavier popped in asking where you were. Saying he couldn't find you.

•Zayne thinking rationally, first tried to contact you.

•because who would ever ignore their doctor?

•...wait no, you have done that.

•Panic.

•has his own mental breakdown for a few minutes then immediately goes home because life is too much and he needs a bit.

•...why did he find you cuddled in his bed with all the plushies you have given him.

•you're gonna be the death of him, he swears.

Rafayel-

•He noticed immediately.

•boy texts you every other minute because he's bored. Wether it's a meme of a fish or about how sharks eat for free. In this economy?? He thinks not.

•so when you don't text back the normal 'k' within 2 minutes, he calls Thomas to inform him that the assassin sea urchins finally got you and are now after him.

•on a serious note, he is ✨ panicking ✨

•you are officially 'missing' for about a day and a half when he finally gets a message back from you.

•he ignores all messages and calls from you until he sees you in person.

•acts like he doesn't know you but then his act quickly falls apart as he starts whining about it being more than 800 years and something about the assassin urchins being back, crabs wanting vengeance and how barnacles are the new currency of the new age.

•Just text him next time you want a long vacation from everything. He knows the best spots.

##So I might actually write out these things at some point when my brain starts working correctly, who knows when that will happen lol##

[reignpage]

hello my love 💕 loving the recent updates as alwayysssss 😩 but I had a horny ask if you could, pretty please, you don’t have to but would love if you could

how often do each of the jjk men jork it? 😈 and any added details of their sesh: which hand(s), any edging/overstim, or do they play with the back door (i think Toji defo does but will NEVER admit) or you know general jorkin details 🙈

sigh, I woke up to horniess and now I will sleep to horniness, ventila98 you need holy water 😔

this was a little difficult cause I have no idea what goes on in a man's head as they jerk off but I really tried to embody their spirit, even closed my eyes and phantom jorked my imaginary penis and everything

....

Gojo:

how often?

depends on how busy this man is, I think. like if he doesn't really have much to do in a week, he'll likely do it everyday tbh. does it when he's bored is what I'm saying.

where?

anywhere really. he's away on missions often, so hotel rooms, in the bathroom, in bed, on the sofa. just anywhere he gets the urge to.

edges/overstimulates?

he edges himself for sureee, man wants to push his limits and tries to see how long he can last until the need becomes overwhelming.

choice of lubricant?

he's too good to use just any lotion, his dick is special. probably strawberry flavoured. deffo gets curious once in a while and tastes his own cum.

porn?

I feel like he doesn't really watch porn, just uses his imagination most of the time cause he's so focused on his own personal challenge. but if he does watch porn, it's of a threesome, two men one woman, totally doesn't think about a certain long haired bff 👀

Geto:

how often?

not too often, very rarely. too busy with his cult and plans for world domination. but when he gets really frustrated with monkeys and all the burden he has, then he'll seek out release.

where?

in the bath. he's kind of a clean freak, right? or at least he just hates monkey dirt, so I imagine being around so many non-sorcerers gets to him and the knowledge that he's partaking in something as monkey-like as self-pleasure fills him with a need to cleanse. and it's a bath, not a shower, specifically because he likes to take his time, to pamper himself.

edges/overstimulates?

edges too. there's a bit of internalised disgust so he tries to punish himself by pushing away the pleasure until he's sure he deserves it.

choice of lubricant?

lotion. I imagine he carries hand lotion often, he takes care of himself. and because he doesn't do it often enough to buy himself lube.

porn?

exhibitionism shit. like sometimes semi-public videos, and other times, fucking in front of a crowd. doesn't really like the aggressive porn videos, wants one that takes it slow, that builds up the torture, not just physical but also mental.

Choso:

how often?

every night. needs it to fall asleep tbh. thinks its wrong to do it during the day and he really beats himself up when he gets horny when the sun's still up. there's a lot of shame there that no one, under any circumstances, should exploit in our poor cho cho 🙂

where?

in bed. doesn't even dream of doing it anywhere else because it's too filthy, too naughty. he hides under the covers even if he's completely alone and tries to stifle his moans, biting his lip and throwing his head back against the pillows as he writhes.

edges/overstimulates?

overstimulates once in a while. most of the time he's just trying to get rid of the urge so he can sleep soon. but sometimes, he's in a mood to push himself, to extend the pleasure, to bring himself to tears. he loves being overstimulated so so so so much.

choice of lubricant?

lotion. has one right on his bedside table that he uses just for his special time. likes the vanilla scent. tasted the lotion with his cum once. he didn't hate it.

porn?

probably doesn't even know what porn is lol. if he does though, he goes wild. like he's watching every single video he possibly can. when he first starts watching porn, anything he watches gets him going. but once he's gotten over that beginner phase, he's a lot more discerning. likes the intimate videos, the one where it's at night, and you can tell the couple actually really loves each other.

Toji:

how often?

3-4 times a week. surprising? I think he's at an age where he's not getting turned on by a nice piece of ass. plus, he whores himself out, so he gets plenty of sex. he's not a pent up little teenager. does it when he's bored or when the natural need arises. morning wood is dealt with and if he can't sleep he'll jerk off.

where?

anywhere. does it in shiu's car sometimes. he jerks off pretty often in public toilets. does it on the sofa more than the bed, like if he's watching tv, he'll absentmindedly jerk off.

edges/overstimulates?

jerks off to cum most times. doesn't really view masturbation as an form or anything. it's just to satisfy an itch so he doesn't play around. but if he's feeling extra frustrated, he edges cause he knows the orgasm is better when you push it away.

choice of lubricant?

his spit and then his pre-cum. I hc he leaks a lot of pre cause of them big ass balls (is that how it works biologically, idk and who cares). doesn't have money for fancy shit.

porn?

lesbians probably. doesn't really like orgies or gang bangs. seeing too many men turns him all the way off lol. but he deffo likes the ones with a plot. sexy fireman saves slutty nurse from vibrating chair or something idk

Nanami:

how often?

a couple times a week. he's too busy to even think about sex. and he's also too stressed to get boners. I kinda feel like erectile dysfunction would be something that isn't a complete stranger to him if he's in a relationship. well anyways, he does it when he's really stressed and frustrated and he has so much tension to release. he'll take it out on his cock.

where?

in his office quite often. under the desk, not even bothering to lock the door. or in the bathroom cause he wants to be able to clean up the mess quickly.

edges/overstimulates?

usually neither. jerks off to cum too. he's always in a rush so he doesn't have time to play around. but if he does, then he switches up. edges more often than overstimulates, but he does the latter if he's reallyyyyy into it. like he's really feeling freaky and wants to feel some pain.

choice of lubricant?

lube. he used lotion a lot when he was younger and it caused him rashes, so he's since invested in proper lubricant. not flavoured, but definitely the warming/tingling kind.

porn?

only when he's in a safe space, like without the fear of getting caught. so if he's at home. and he has the time. probably watches couples too, likes the more intimate ones, the ones that focuses on the women's pleasure. he hates the fake moans and the overly produced videos. think it's just shameful. so he really likes homemade videos. sometimes tho, he does like the ones where its teacher punishing student. but that's very rare cause it gives him so much post-nut guilt lol.

Sukuna:

how often?

once in a blue moon. maybe even once in decades tbh. just doesn't really get boners and if he does, he just leaves it alone cause he's not a weak little mortal.

where?

in his chambers mostly. thinks it's a private matter so wants to keep it personal and intimate. and he also wants to take his time so he needs a place where he won't be interrupted with the sight of a snivelling little rat.

edges/overstimulates?

edges. personal challenge. wants to see how long he can last and how much he can take. could go on for hours. squeezes his base just at the last minute.

choice of lubricant?

spit. doesn't use lube, might not even know it exists, and he probably doesn't even use lotion let's be real. so he spits on his hand, or drools right onto his cock, or manifests his curse mouth onto his palm to slobber his own dick with his spit.

porn?

does not watch porn. he's traditional. doesn't even really think of anything in particular. his sexual experiences is limited I imagine. and if he does watch porn, then he'd much prefer homemade ones and bdsm, probably hates the overproduced ones too cause of all the extreme plastic surgery. he's a snob.

[seongminiz]

— after hours (k.mh)

. . ? office sex with minhee ! – smut / minors dni ; 1071 words

cw fem!reader , power imbalance , kinda dubcon , dumbification (lots of it) , degradation (mixed in with praise💔) , spit - lots of spit actually , unprotected sex , semi-pulic sex/slight exhibitionism , creampie , crying , overstimulation , i think that's all im not sure

not proof read srry i wrote half of this one-handed (what) (its a joke) (maybe) !! this is dedicated to my lovely lovely precious @b1mbodoll who helped with a lottt of ideas n deserves almost as much credit as me for this post ⸜(｡˃ ᵕ ˂ )⸝♡

!!! posting from mobile , i'll go back to fix the colors and formatting once i can use my pc again !

you're the newest hire in the office , and with this being your first 'proper' job you can't help being all anxious and it brings you to keep messing up ..

minhee who is in charge of training/supervising you and gets so frustrated bc you're so clumsy, the fear of messing up making you mess up even more, and it seems like you can't do anything without his help

minhee who has also slowly developed a crush (more like .. unhealthy obsession but you didn't hear that from me) for you because he's been thinking you're pretty and cute since day one .... but he still intends on doing his job properly, or at least tries to – he asks you to stay back overtime so you can have a talk in his office, so he can soften the blow of the scolding you're about to get by not talking to you in front of all your coworkers.

he'll talk to you about your shortcomings, scare you into being a little less of a airhead, help you catching up with the tasks you couldn't complete during office hours, and call it a day.

except all of minhee's plans fly out the window the moment you step through the door of his office and you're already apologizing before he has the chance to speak, all teary eyed and with shaky hands, avoiding his eyes and trying to explain that you know you're being a burden to the rest of your coworkers, especially to him.. he finds you even cuter than usual kind of pathetic too, sure, but so so adorable and a little lost .. clearly so reliant on him.

seeing you like this brings out a new urge in minhee. he wants to ruin you.

but the other side of him, the one that knows just how reliant you are on his guidance, how much you look up to him despite it only having been a few days since you started working there, the part of him that enjoys all of that, knows he can't be straight up mean to you ,,

he doesn't know with what self control, but minhee keeps going as if nothing is wrong, as if seeing you on the verge of tears didn't make him slightly hard. he lists what you have to improve on and stuff like that, until his tone shifts into something more condescending and he starts slipping some 'but it's so hard for you to think about so many things at the same time, right?' in between his otherwise totally normal advice ....

and in your mental state, so vulnerable and confused, you can't be blamed when you agree, when words start spilling out along with the tears and you admit that yes, it's so hard to keep track of everything, sometimes you just wish you could shut your brain off.

'more than it already is?'

the question catches you off guard, and you find yourself nodding in agreement before you have completely processed his words.

everything after that passes in a blur, you're not sure of when you started kissing minhee – or did he kiss you? when did you even get so close to him? or when he slightly lifts your skirt as he pushes you to sit on his desk, or when he unbuttons your shirt and pulls down your bra so your tits are spilling out and he can bite and lick them until they're sore and sensitive.

you're not sure of anything.

next thing you know, minhee is sitting in his office chair, and you're right above him, riding him as tears stream down your face, mouthing at his neck and drooling all over the collar of his shirt.

you don't have the energy to protest when minhee calls you his 'poor, stupid, little puppy that can't do anything without him' ... you can't, knowing deep down that he's right, that you're better off being his messy cockslut than doing anything else. you're really not sure of what you could do instead.

minhee's cock reaches so deep, hitting all the right spots, it's like your brain is leaking out of your cunt, especially when his tip brushes right against your cervix as his fingers are rubbing your clit. you're too fucked out to actually say anything, you mumble something about how 'it feel so good... 'm goin to cum-' as spit drips down your chin and your legs shake.

'you've already came, silly,' minhee chuckles 'fucked you so good you can't even tell when you're cumming now?'

you sniffle and try to hold back your moans as minhee picks up his pace again, reminding you he hasn't cum yet – and he needs to, needs to fill you up and make you all messy with his cum.

'poor baby,' minhee coos, brushing your hair out of your face, all sticky with tears, and sweat, and probably some of your cum that got on his fingers too. 'so needy you're letting me fuck you in my office, when you know there's a cctv camera right there, in the corner.'

thruth is, you don't. or at least, you didn't know until that moment, and of course minhee knows that too. a weak 'what?' leaves your lips, but your confusion and attention are quickly derailed as minhee's hips buck up into you.

once again, you nod without fully knowing what he's saying, so desperate to get his approval..

you can't help but whine louder the harsher minhee's thrusts get, it's too much too fast, and you're straight up sobbing by the time you feel the first spurt of minhee's cum, followed by many others. there's so much of it, you feel so full, proof of it is the few white drops trickling down your thigh.

minhee shushes you sweetly as you continue sobbing into his shoulder, your hands gripping his now ruined shirt as you can't help but still grind your hips into his, the squelching, wet sounds of his cum and yours mixed and stirring inside of you sending antoher wave of arousal through your body.

you're out of it again, your eyes feeling heavier than before as minhee runs his fingers through your hair with the hand that isn't busy still stimulating your clit.

he rips another orgasm out of you, a quiet, almost imperceptible one, before you doze off as you hear minhee say 'it's okay, you don't have to worry about anything, you have me now'

[frankenkyle19]

Let go, I’ll catch you

Word count: 1.7k

Description: You walk in on Kyle. On your bed. Naked. With a hard on. Warnings: Smut, handjobs, blowjob (barely), slight sensitivity/overstimulation. Kyle gets upset at one point because he thinks he hurt reader.

You’d never expect to walk in on a horny zombie boy sitting on your bed, but that’s exactly how it went.

There Kyle was, just looking down at his naked body, cock hard and prodding at his tummy, droplets of water slipping from his hair before rolling down his body. It seemed he’d just gotten out of the shower.

His towel was tossed on the ground as he grunted, chest heaving heavily as he breathed, wondering just what the hell to do with this new feeling. 

He hadn’t even noticed you walked in on him as he carefully brushed his cock with one of his fingers, a surprised and very loud whine slipping from his lips at the barely there touch.

You immediately closed the door behind you. The last thing you needed was for someone else to stumble across the same scene you had.

This got Kyle’s attention, his dark eyes popping up to look at you, something behind them desperate for something he didn’t quite understand. His hand had felt so good and his mind quickly fell back to that thought as he copied the action, brushing his fingers along the head of his cock, brows furrowed in confusion at the thick liquid that rubbed against his fingers. 

A long, drawn out deep groan left his lips as he felt his hips arch up into the air. He looked back at you, eyes shining, his usual adorably curly blond hair sticking to his forehead, still soaked from the shower moments before. He must have gotten hard in the shower and came to your room to figure out exactly what to do. Which he still hadn’t found out yet.

“H-helppp” his brows furrowed as he formed the words, looking up at you hopefully. Surely you’d know what to do. In Kyle’s eyes, you knew everything. So many words, how to help him put his clothes on, how to make the best Mac and cheese, and so much more. He had no doubt you’d make him feel better.

Meanwhile you stood there, frozen. Do you help him or not? Did he fully understand what he was asking for? It was all so confusing and you didn’t want to make a wrong move and trigger him into one of his rages. 

You carefully took a step towards him, keeping your eyes on his face as you blushed, hard. He was naked and open in front of you, asking you to help him. How could you say no? 

Sitting down next to him on the bed, you cleared your throat, looking back into his eyes, his own progressively getting more desperate. 

“H-heeelp. To-touch Kyle.” He seemed a bit frustrated with himself for not being able to fully express what he wanted. But dammit he wanted you.

“Kyle I- I don’t know-“  but he wasn’t listening to your words, his mind seeming to come up with an idea of its own. He got on his knees, hands coming to wrap around your shoulders in an awkward hug as he carefully humped your clothed thigh, crying out at the much needed friction on his aching cock.

This took you completely by surprise, almost shoving him off, but you couldn’t do that to him. Not with how desperate and needy he was. 

“A-aughhhh- g-good.” He mumbled, brows furrowed, jaw clenched as he ground against your thigh once more, a bit harder this time, his cock twitching as his pre-cum left a wet patch on your jeans. With a determined attitude, he began to thrust against your thigh faster, whimpers turning into frustrated grunts. He needed something, he needed his cock to stop aching and this just wasn’t doing it.

You sensed his upset, and in order to keep things peaceful, you gently pushed him away, which caused him to nearly shout at you in frustration, before you wrapped your hand around his cock.

That shut him up instantly. 

Oh god, that was the best feeling he’d ever felt in his life, hips jutting into the tight ring your hand made.

He cried out some unintelligible words that sounded somewhat like your name, hands gripping onto the bed sheets tightly, knuckles turning white at the effort. He felt like he was going to explode, and right now he wouldn’t mind that.

“S-s-su-“ he groaned in frustration, obviously trying to tell you something.

“What is it, Kyle? Tell me.” You slowed down your strokes so he could better focus on getting the words out.

“S-suuuck. Suck” he said, glancing down to where you stroked his leaking red cock. Oh.

Something must have snapped in him and he knew exactly what he wanted. He wanted you to give him a fucking blowjob, and you didn’t say no.

Carefully, you pushed his chest so he’d lay back on the bed as you settled in between his thighs, holding his cock with your hand as you carefully licked across the tip, getting a taste for the salty pre-cum spread across it. Kyle’s whole body was shaking as he tried so so hard to control himself, eyes shutting as he bit his bottom lip. 

You found this a reason to continue, tounging gently at the slit which caused him to wince, shaking his head as he cried out.

“N-noooo” His hips came up a bit as he tried to get you to stop. Which you did, instantly. You didn’t want to do something he didn’t enjoy.

“G-gen-gentle t-touchhh” you had taught him that phrase when he was too rough and you needed to remind him to be gentle. This was him telling you he wanted this, you just needed to be gentle. Which was completely understandable.

“I’ve got you baby. I’ll be gentle. Promise.” He gave you a nod. He fully trusted you and was putty in your hands. It made your heart clench a bit, knowing how big a deal it was that Kyle trusted you this intimately.

You resumed your previous actions, being careful not to stimulate the head of his cock into over sensitivity, lips wrapping around it before beginning to bob your head carefully.

Kyle’s reaction nearly scared you. A gargled shout left his lips as his hips bucked up, causing you to gag and lift off him a bit.

The sound of your gag panicked him as he tried to sit up, tears instantly forming in his eyes. 

“B-bad Kyle- Kyle h-hurttt.” 

You carefully sat up, cupping his cheek in your palm as you shook your head. “No no no, not at all, Kyle. You didn’t hurt me, that just happens sometimes. Your throat is very sensitive to touch. I’m not hurt.” You reassured him, pressing a kiss to his forehead as he leaned closer to you. You wanted him to relax and let go, and he needed to let go so bad. 

Maybe a hard, fast fuck would ease his troubles, especially if they were accompanied with intimate, gentle cuddles afterwards. 

You carefully began to peel off your clothes, which made Kyle’s eyes go wide, hands reaching out to touch your breasts. You let him, watching as his mind worked in overdrive, some part of his brain remembering all of this from before his accident.

Once you were stripped bare, it seemed to click in his brain and he sort of just… went for it. He shoved you back on the bed, wiggling between your thighs, cock pressing against your core. It was so warm, and so slick and Kyle just had to be inside you right now.

And that’s exactly what he did, without regard for going slow for your sake, he thrust into you to the hilt, breath hitching at the warm tunnel of your walls clenching around him. He placed his arms on either side of your head and began to thrust in and out of you, leaning down to nip at your shoulder to conceal some of his very loud moans.

As for you, it was so much at first, you felt so full, but the slight pain you felt at first quickly turned into pleasure as Kyle’s every thrust seemed to hit that certain spot inside you that made you lose your breath. 

He didn’t slow at all, rutting into you with near inhuman speed, animalistic groans coming from his parted lips. The bed creaked and jolted against the wall from the power of his thrusts and you just knew you’d be sore tomorrow. 

You could tell he was close by the way that his thrusts began to lose their rhythm, more desperate and almost panicked cries leaving his lips. You felt him pulling back and you wrapped your legs around his waist, forcing him back into place as you breathed against his ear.

“I know it’s a lot, I know, it feels so good doesn’t it? Almost too much..” Kyle’s thighs began to shake as he still tried to pull back, unsure of what the bubbling feeling was working its way up from deep inside.

“Stay right here, Kyle. Just let go, okay? It’ll feel so good I promise. You’ve got to trust me. You trust me, don’t you?”

He whimpered with a nod, thrusts so shaky and weak as he finally tipped over the edge, rutting his hips up into you a few more times before he was writhing and trying to pull his cock from your warm walls.

You unwrapped your legs from his waist, letting him pull back and collapse onto the side of the bed next to you, panting hard, cock covered in a mixture of his cum and your slick. 

Your first thought was how intense that was. And then how you hadn’t gotten to an orgasm. And then to the boy who panted next to you. The last thought was what you focused on as you sat up, glancing over at him. He was wrecked, sweat clinging to his skin as he blinked up at you, in a haze.

“L-love.” He cooed, voice soft and barely audible.

You weren’t sure if he was saying he loved what you two just did, or if he loved you, but either way, he was happy and satisfied, and loved it. And hopefully he felt loved too. 

[roe-and-memory]

lightning and his struggle with emotions save me….

those feelings of inadequacy that suffocate his every thought, that fear that if he messes up — acts in a way that nobody wants him to — then he’ll lose everything.. and how, for a little while, all those feelings carry over to radiator springs (maybe they even stick around for the rest of his life)

i cant see lightning as much of a crier, he doesnt seem like the type to want to express those emotions, especially in front of people, and thinking about this concept in the context of radiator springs is sooo…

hes finally got those people that love him and hes so terrified that if he makes one wrong move, says one wrong word, then they’ll kick him to the curb and he’ll be alone again that he just. Stiffles. these feelings.

for a while no one really notices, but flo is the first one to realize she’s never seen him in any negative mood aside from anger like.. ever? she tries to brush it off, make an excuse in her mind for him, but the more she tries to neglect it the more obvious it becomes that he’s purposely hiding his feelings from them and she cant figure out, for the life of her, why. she mentions it to doc, asks him quietly if hes ever seen or heard lightning cry, and the silent pondering from the man is enough to tell her that he Hasnt.

she doesnt wanna be nosy, but shes so concerned because she KNOWS there has to have been something thats upset him in his time here, he just hasnt expressed it to anyone…

but imagine her shock, three months into lightnings life in the town, he comes into the cafe on the brink of tears with scraped shins, blood staining his now torn jeans, and a glimmer of fear in his eyes.

he apologizes to her, sits down in a booth — seemingly not realizing hes wiping blood everywhere — and buries his face in his crossed arms that are resting on the tabletop. its the first time flo has seen him look this scared, and it brings up those thoughts of how long he’s been hiding these emotions from everyone. she watches from behind the counter, a half dried bowl in her hand as she finally catches the slight trembling of his shoulders and her heart just Breaks.

lightning had nowhere else to go for this — docs clinic was closed and doc himself was at home, sally was at home, Everyone was at Home — so the best idea he could come up with was hiding at flos in an attempt to get away from everyone else because when the string of events that went wrong occurred, he Knew then it was that final straw that was gonna rip the carpet out from underneath him and bring him to exhausted, overstimulated tears.

i think at some point flo stops what shes doing, studies the empty cafe, and abandons her dishes to sit down at the table with him. she scooches into the booth beside him and rubs gentle circles on his back like a mom would, and, unbeknownst to her, that just makes him sob harder.

part of her is happy that hes feeling this, but oh Boy, that mom part of her is genuinely heartbroken for him. she doesnt know what happened but she can safely assume hes in pain and startled, and she knows shes willing to sit here for as long as she needs to make sure he feels safe and comfortable again, even if it means keeping these tears a secret from people like doc and sally at lightnings request.

[popp1nstaxr]

༉‧₊˚. Vampire in love 🦇

Warnings: YeonJun is a vampire (obvious), Fem! reader, Dom! YeonJun, maybe yandere YeonJun (a little at the end), mentions of blood (not much really), NSFW, smutt, overstimulation and maybe a little degradation (Y/N calls stupid to YeonJun and YeonJun makes fun of she gently, but not cruel I guess)

My first language is not English, so I apologize in advance if there are any spelling or narration errors in the text.

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She let out a sigh, for some time now her neighbor had been making strange sounds at night... not that she wanted to accuse him of anything, but this was annoying and didn't let her sleep, and it was even worse when she left her apartment to seeing this same one greet him with a charming smile and then say "shall we go together, Y/N?", clearly she just smiled and politely denied.

I repeat, she didn't want to accuse him of anything, especially when he seemed to be so... perfect, he was athletic, thoughtful, kind, popular, attractive, and intelligent, why would he do something wrong? But of course, not all of us know what happens to people... anyway, there she was, looking at the moon through the window, it looked so big and luminous, it seemed that the dark sky gave it its shine and I let her be the protagonist of heaven... of course, all that ended when another knock was heard, the girl sighed and rolled her eyes, already tired.

"Up to here..." she thought to herself and she left her apartment to go to the next door <<202>> was the door number, she knocked three times and waited. The silence was heard on the other side, a silence so... great that it was even scary, a sepulchral silence, and then the door opened, revealing your black-haired neighbor smiling from ear to ear... ugh, that smile so bright and striking, perfect white teeth, and his... fangs were what stood out the most, this only increasing his attractiveness even more, and hell, having him so close to you made wheezing for a microsecond.

"Do you need something, Y/N? It's already late, I don't think you like having dark circles under his eyes tomorrow" he spoke confidently, joking with little, of course, I forgot to mention, he and you are classmates in calculus class, that's why seemed like a curse the fact that you always ran into him somehow, although perhaps, it could be destiny.

"No, it's just... is something wrong? I hear a lot of noise and as you say, I need to sleep, YeonJun" she spoke and the black-haired man nodded, understanding the situation "I'm sorry about that, doll, but don't worry, it's not nothing alone... it doesn't matter it's nothing." The brunette just nodded and when she was going to turn around to leave, YeonJun spoke again "But, it's a red moon, you should be careful with that... when that happens the vampires are more bloodthirsty, and who knows" and he did He made a gesture with his hands, raising them as if he really had no idea for nothing "maybe you are prey" and smiled innocently before closing the door.

The girl just laughed and rolled her eyes, amused, YeonJun always joked like that so she didn't give it any importance, "stupid.." she muttered to herself in amusement and headed to her own room.

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4:00 A.M.

And there she was awake in bed, why couldn't she sleep? No more noises were coming from the apartment next door, everything was just silence... just, silence, not even a dog barking in the street, or a bat over there screeching, no, nothing, there was only silence, you had never felt a night as long as this and it was definitely a nuisance and at the moment that you thought—rather, you considered—that you had gone deaf was when a noise was heard, a sigh... a damn sigh and to top it off in your room, The girl stayed completely still, her ears becoming sharper to pick up any unusual sounds in your room and then you felt a breath on your neck "oh god, but what the hell is happening?" you asked yourself and felt The touch of something icy on your warm skin, it looked like two somewhat thick, very icy needles, you swallowed, nervous.

"I-Is there anyone there?" the silliest question, clearly no one was going to answer but fear did not make you think clearly and some hands, large and icy, took your waist, suddenly you felt a weight on top of you, someone who placed himself perfectly between your legs, someone who He made your hip fit perfectly with the other person's, his hands made your hip rise a little and your pelvis rise, rubbing your intimacy with that of the other person.

"But what the hell?" you thought, you were going to speak but someone came forward and placed their index finger in your mouth, making you shut up "Shh... okay, I know this may be strange and illogical, but it's the moon of blood, I need to be able to have some bond with someone and that person... it has been you. You don't understand it now, but soon you will, just trust me" Again, you were going to speak, denying you, you didn't want anything to see to do with, whatever this was and it was then that smile you would recognize anywhere, and the little light of the moon allowed it to be seen perfectly.

"YeonJun..." you whispered quite surprised, he caressed your cheek with his thumb, and he slowly moved on to caress your lips "I promise to explain everything to you later, but it's hard for me if you keep pushing me away" his voice was suddenly so sweet, and of course I was right, he always seemed to be kind and want to get closer to you but what were you doing? ignore him or push him away with clumsy excuses or polite rejections.

You decided to believe him, was that decision very clumsy? Yes, but the truth is, you were a little curious.

He seemed to smile even more "The eclipse is just beginning, in 30 minutes it should be a blood moon as it will be a total eclipse... by that time I need you and I to be united" You nodded, and really you didn't understand anything but he seemed to know what he was about talking.

And that was when you felt his lips go to your neck, leaving soft and wet kisses there, his fangs grazing your skin only made you let out a shameful sigh, he smiled into your skin at this and took more confidence to raise your pelvis even further, taking your waist with some force while his lips devoured your neck, licking, biting (careful not to draw blood, but enough to leave marks from his fangs there) and kissing it, he released you carefully, letting you rest on the bed. and he was still on top of you, he found a way to get his hands under your pajama top, his icy skin contrasted with your warm skin making you sigh once again, pushing your shirt up until he took it off, internally enjoying the fact that you weren't wearing a bra. to sleep and with one of your hands he played with your nipples, while he slowly directed his mouth to the other nipple, beginning to carefully suck that area, sucking equally, while his free hand went down to your pajama pants, lowering them little by little, he was stimulating you and he did it so well.

Once he finished with your breasts, he made sure that your pajama pants would not be in the way and then he took one of his hands to your intimacy and rubbed two of his fingers over the underwear, moving them in circles, he could feel your humidity above them, making him laugh softly.

"Don't you get excited very quickly..?" He scoffed a little and licked his lips in amusement, continuing to stimulate.

"S-Shut up" you spoke, somewhat embarrassed and he let out a soft laugh, before lowering your underwear and leaving you completely exposed, she brought her face close to your intimacy and licked it, taking all that natural lubricant and tasting her lips thereafter, and then Without prior notice, put two fingers in there, penetrating with them.

He stayed like that for several minutes, stimulating you until... "m-I'm going to cum" you moaned and he smiled, removing his fingers immediately, you whimpered at this.

But he stood up from you, and began to remove his own clothes to return to bed with you, climbing on top again and aligning his hips. "Take a breath, honey, it's a big for you..." he murmured, his voice huskier. and you obeyed, when he shoved his cock inside you, their hips lining up in a way so perfectly pleasurable that it seemed like they were made for each other.

He was enchanted, by your body, your sounds, your smile, your personality... he loved everything about you, every inch and he definitely couldn't hide it anymore on this special eclipse night when the vampires had already chosen their partner forever, and of course you had YeonJun fall in love for you...

The point of the total eclipse arrived, the red light of the moon illuminated the room a little and darkened other parts, YeonJun's fangs stung, and with each movement and clash of their bodies, he only wanted to mark you more, he licked his lips and without stopping his movements he approached your neck, licked it, left a couple of kisses and munch, bit you, this time, making sure that the fangs penetrate the skin and draw blood, although he wouldn't take it, he wanted the mark to be durable.

He licked the traces of blood from his neck and smiled as he heard you cum, he had done it, finally, you were completely his.

[acescorazon]

I have a fic idea for you cause i suck at writing, i don't know if its been done before but-- 👉👈 buggyxmihawk where mihawk is tired of watching buggy doing his eyeliner wrong so he offers to do it for him instead djdjskjd but once he is done he realize he now wants to ruin buggys make up completely uhum if you know what i mean 😏🤭 you can crocodile if you want idk he may have been watching the whole thing DO AS YOU PLEASE

YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, COLO. Also, a loooooooooooooong time ago you said that i could make this into a yuri and i did. So this is my one (1) yuri fic of the year. Enjoy

(P.S. i think i lost the plot)

Title: All Dolled Up

Pairing: Fem!Bughawk

Rating: E

Word Count: 6523

Warnings: PWP, Fingering, Strap-ons, face sitting, very minor overstimulation, dirty talk (I guess don't ask me.)

Excerpt:

Buggy glances up just in time to see Mihawk walk through their bedroom door. “As always, you look stunning, my love…” Mihawk murmurs as she makes her way towards her with a hungry look in her eyes, “But…” But, what? Buggy thinks. “When are you going to be done?” Mihawk asks before quickly adding, “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you all night.” she complains, and her voice sounds tight, perhaps even a little desperate as the words leave her mouth. She drops down to her knees all of a sudden and stares up at Buggy with big, pleading eyes, and the act makes Buggy’s face burn slightly. “That’s what you always say…” Buggy whispers as she quickly adverts her gaze and then chuckles nervously, “You always need to taste me…” “Can you blame me?” Mihawk asks as she stares up at Buggy. She rests her chin on one of Buggy’s thick thighs, then sighs, “You can keep doing your makeup, I just need a taste of you. Please, just a little lick.” 

Buggy adores putting on makeup and sliding into something cute before taking some pictures of herself. It’s kind of like a hobby for her, something akin to painting but on her skin, and she finds the whole process from looking for inspiration to applying products to her face to be so fun and relaxing. Hell, even taking off her makeup and then getting ready for bed is something that she also finds peace in, but we can discuss her skincare routine some other time. 

If Buggy’s not doing her own makeup, though, then she’s most likely watching other people do theirs or scrolling through social media, looking for more inspiration. Speaking of which, the other day, she was scrolling through social media when she noticed a cute look that she has just been dying to try which happens to be a glittery red smokey eye with bright red lipstick. The moment she saw the look, she knew that she had to copy it. It’s a little average, sure, and Buggy usually likes to do something more creative and eccentric, but the idea is cute. Plus, she feels like doing something quick and easy tonight, instead of spending hours perfecting one look.   

Buggy feels so pretty as she sits in front of her vanity wearing a red skin-tight cutout dress that clings to her curves and shows off just a hint of her side and cleavage. She already has her hair done up in two long, cute blue pigtails that hang loosely at her shoulders, and now all she has to do is finish her makeup and take pictures.

After Buggy dabs some glitter on top of her eyelids, she picks up her eyeliner with a small sigh. Buggy has gained a lot of experience with makeup over the years, but one thing she’s never been good at is applying eyeliner. Her hands are always too shaky, and sometimes she draws it on unevenly or pokes herself in the eye and, ugh, it’s just the worst. Her girlfriend, on the other hand, is so good at doing eyeliner, but then again, she’s good at everything. 

Speaking of her girlfriend, Buggy glances up just in time to see Mihawk walk through their bedroom door. “As always, you look stunning, my love…” Mihawk murmurs as she makes her way towards her with a hungry look in her eyes, “But…” But, what? Buggy thinks. 

“When are you going to be done?” Mihawk asks before quickly adding, “I’ve been dying to get a taste of you all night.” she complains, and her voice sounds tight, perhaps even a little desperate as the words leave her mouth. She drops down to her knees all of a sudden and stares up at Buggy with big, pleading eyes, and the act makes Buggy’s face burn slightly.

“That’s what you always say…” Buggy whispers as she quickly adverts her gaze and then chuckles nervously, “You always need to taste me…”

 

“Can you blame me?” Mihawk asks as she stares up at Buggy. She rests her chin on one of Buggy’s thick thighs, then sighs, “You can keep doing your makeup, I just need a taste of you. Please, just a little lick.”

 

Mihawk’s words send a shiver down Buggy’s spine, and she forces back a small groan. Why is she like this? She wonders, but she would be a liar if she said she didn’t love how desperate Mihawk acts whenever she finds herself in the mood to eat Buggy out, which is often by the way. Anyways, how can Buggy possibly continue to do her makeup with Mihawk’s head between her thighs?

Buggy caresses Mihawk’s head lovingly, “Just…Just give me a few more minutes, okay?” She stammers quietly, though the idea of Mihawk eating her out until she’s a shaking mess is already at the back of her mind. Mihawk groans softly, “Fine, just please… I really need you.” She tells her, and the combination of Mihawk’s blunt words and her burning stare make Buggy squirm in her seat. She can feel a dull ache growing between her legs, but she tries to ignore it for the time being and get back to doing her makeup. Buggy just needs a few more minutes, and then Mihawk can do whatever she wants with her. 

Buggy leans forward and continues what she was previously doing. She tries to apply eyeliner to her waterline, but now her hands are a little shakier than they should be, and she can’t seem to focus. Buggy can feel Mihawk watching her every little move as she remains on her knees, peering up at her with the same intense gaze as before, but she tries to ignore her. 

Buggy moves to finally apply her eyeliner, but freezes up at the last moment. "Um…" She mutters, trailing off before setting her eyeliner pencil back down onto the vanity. “ Do you have to watch me? It makes me feel nervous.”

Mihawk sighs softly but looks away from Buggy. She keeps her head in her lap, though, running a soft hand up and down Buggy’s calf as she waits for Buggy to finally give her what she so desperately needs.

Buggy feels slightly better now that Mihawk’s not watching her so intensely, so she leans forward again and attempts to apply eyeliner to her waterline, but her hands are still so shaky and she more or less ends up poking herself in the eye even though she tries hard not to. “Shit.” She mutters under her breath as her eyes begin to water slightly. 

“My love,” Mihawk groans quietly when she notices Buggy’s struggle, "Do you need help with your eyeliner?" Pft… Yes… No… Maybe. 

Buggy tries to play it cool and like she didn’t just stab herself in the eye. “No, no, I’m fine,” She mutters, but when she glances down and sees how impatient and needy Mihawk looks at this very moment, she grows flustered again. The ache between her legs grows as she recalls the fact that they were literally in this same situation during lunchtime when Mihawk insisted she’d been dying to taste her all afternoon before making quite the mess of Buggy on the living room couch of all places.

Well... Buggy thinks, as her face grows hotter, Things would go a lot faster if Mihawk helped me out a little… "I mean… if you want to help, I'm not going to stop you."  She says with a sheepish grin, "But…just know, I could totally do it myself, baby.”

"...Mhm." Mihawk hums softly before finally getting up and reaching for Buggy’s eyeliner. Despite seeming slightly impatient beforehand, Mihawk applies eyeliner to Buggy's waterline slowly and with ease and precision. Her hand is nowhere near as shaky as Buggy's would have been if she applied the eyeliner herself, and Buggy can’t help but admire that about Mihawk. Even when she’s clearly impatient,  she still takes the time to do things correctly the first time around. After Mihawk finishes, she admires her handiwork with a smile, “What do you think?” She asks as she gestures towards the vanity mirror with her head.

Buggy smiles as soon as she sees herself and then quickly thanks Mihawk for everything. She gets up and gives Mihawk a quick hug, or she tries to at least. “You’re the best,” She whispers softly as she tries to pull away from their embrace, only to have Mihawk wrap her arms tightly around her. 

Mihawk leans forward and presses a soft kiss into the crook of Buggy’s neck, “You look so pretty tonight,” She mutters into her skin, and Buggy’s smile grows. Well, if she thinks that Buggy looks pretty now, she should wait until she sees her with her mascara and eyelashes on! “Thank you, thank you,” She chuckles, “But I'm not even done with my makeup yet.” 

“Doesn’t matter. You always look gorgeous.”  Mihawk replies as she pulls her closer to her, “I really don’t think that I can wait any longer, though, my love.” She whispers quietly. Oh, she’s just being dramatic as always, what’s another ten minutes or so?

“I’m almost done, I promise.” Buggy assures Mihawk with another chuckle, yet she puts absolutely no effort into pushing an extremely needy Mihawk away from her.

Mihawk pulls back ever so slightly so she can look down at Buggy, and she actually gives her a small pout. Cute . Buggy finds her girlfriend so unbelievably cute, especially when she does things that she normally doesn’t do, like pout. “Buggy.” She calls out in a soft voice as she leans down slowly.

“Hm?” Buggy replies, pretending as if she doesn’t already know what Mihawk is about to say to her.

“Come on,” Mihawk pleads, “Please?”

Oh, how could Buggy ever say no to such a pretty face? She puts on a small show by sighing dramatically, “Fine, but If you mess up my makeup, I'm going to be pissed,” Buggy manages to complain just seconds before Mihawk presses their lips together for a hungry kiss. Part of her already knows that her poor makeup isn’t going to stand a chance against Mihawk now that she has her hands on her, but Buggy just can’t turn Mihawk away. Plus, it’ll give her something to complain about later, and she would never pass up the opportunity to complain about something.

Buggy can taste a hint of red wine on Mihawk’s lips as their kiss quickly grows in intensity, it’s a rather intoxicating taste that she’s grown accustomed to over the years. She sighs softly when Mihawk begins to caress her skin. Mihawk’s touch is so soft and teasing as she slides her hands up and down Buggy’s arms and her sides, and Buggy has to admit, she thought Mihawk would have her pinned down to their mattress by now, but she’s pleasantly surprised. 

Buggy matches Mihawk’s passion and then some. She eagerly grabs at every part of Mihawk that she can get her hands on as they kiss in an attempt to show Mihawk just how much she wants her back. Mihawk’s skin is a little icy, but so soft underneath Buggy’s fingertips, and Buggy loves the breathy little noises Mihawk makes every now and again and how she shudders underneath her touch. 

Mihawk breaks their kiss for a second, just long enough to whisper softly into Buggy’s ear: “Let me take care of you tonight,” She tells Buggy and before Buggy can even get a word in, she smashes their lips together again. Buggy knows exactly what that means and quite naturally wants to complain and say something like: ‘Hey, it’s not fair how you always take care of me and don’t let me return the favor,’ but her complaints dry up in her mouth when Mihawk slides a hand up her dress.

It’s just Mihawk, she touches her all the time, and yet Buggy’s face still grows hot and her heart begins to pound furiously the moment Mihawk starts rubbing her through her underwear. She tries to focus less on her own shyness and more on kissing Mihawk back, but Mihawk’s teasing touches become harder and harder to ignore.

“Hawkeye…” Buggy whimpers between kisses. 

“I got you,” Mihawk assures her before she pulls her panties to the side and begins to massage her clit in gentle circles. Buggy’s knees damn near buckle at that moment, and she only adds to her own embarrassment by whining noisily into their kiss. Another cocky laugh from Mihawk only makes the whole ordeal worse, yet it adds to Buggy’s arousal. Her legs grow shaky, and she finds herself involuntarily trying to rub herself against Mihawk’s two fingers, desperate to get just a little more pressure against her clit.

Every little touch feels embarrassingly good and part of Buggy is ashamed of all of the sounds she’s making as well as just how turned on she is right now, but another part of her feels too good to even care. She clings onto Mihawk tightly, feeling herself start to grow a little overwhelmed by Mihawk’s lips, tongue, and just her fingers in general, and that feeling only grows when Mihawk’s rubs her clit faster.

Mihawk slowly eases a finger into Buggy’s pussy and then a second one, causing Buggy to whimper in response. She breaks their kiss and releases a shaky exhale as she clings onto Mihawk, panting slightly. “You aren’t about to come already, are you?” Mihawk teases. Buggy opens her mouth to complain again, but she ends up squeaking instead when Mihawk presses a playful kiss against her ear. 

“Oh, be quiet…” Buggy’s says and her voice is shaky as she tries to get the order out, all because of the way Mihawk is slowly pumping her fingers in and out of her. 

"Oh, what was that?" Mihawk asks with a smirk before she leans forward to whisper another teasing comment into Buggy’s ear. “You make the cutest little sounds whenever I finger you, you know that, right, my love?”

“Shut up…” Buggy orders only to have Mihawk laugh in her face again before kissing her again. 

Buggy breaks their kiss again a moment later, desperately needing some air. Her thoughts are all hazy and clouded with lust, but she’s still caught by surprise when Mihawk pulls her fingers back, leaving Buggy feeling empty, before quickly bringing them up to her lips and sucking on them. The sight alone makes Buggy’s face feel like it’s on fire, but she damn near screams when Mihawk makes a show out of the whole ordeal by moaning as licks her fingers clean. “You’re so…” She trails off because she’s genuinely so caught off guard and doesn’t know what to say. Eventually she finds the right words her hazy brain is struggling to say, “Nasty.”

Mihawk seems to find her response funny, “I couldn’t help myself,” She chuckles, “You just taste so sweet.” 

“Whatever…” Buggy mutters under her breath, trying to hide her embarrassment as she looks up at her girlfriend. Her red dress clings tightly to her sweaty body, making her slightly uncomfortable, and she’s just about to take it off herself, but Mihawk beats her to the punch. Mihawk pulls away from Buggy, only for a split second, though, so she can yank her panties and dress off of her and then pull her towards the bed behind them. Buggy whines. It took her longer than expected to get in that damn dress, but Mihawk was able to take it off of her in a matter of seconds. It’s unfair.

Buggy crawls into bed and then lies back with a soft sigh. She spreads her legs slightly, inviting Mihawk to settle between them, and less than a moment later the two are tangled up in another tongue-filled kiss. Her hands are instantly all over Mihawk again, squeezing and caressing any part of her lover that she can reach. She pays specific attention to Mihawk’s toned abs as well as her firm ass, though.  

Buggy gives Mihawk’s ass a rough squeeze, which catches the other woman off guard and causes her to gasp into their kiss. Cutie pie. Buggy thinks as she giggles and begins to unbutton Mihawk's dress shirt. Once Buggy has it undone, she runs her hands over Mihawk's toned abs again and then up to her chest before giving her breasts a soft squeeze. They begrudgingly break apart for a split second again so Mihawk can get her shirt off, and during that time, Buggy gets the chance to admire her beautiful girlfriend's strong body a little before Mihawk's lips are all over hers again. 

Oh, how Buggy wishes Mihawk would let her admire her and spoil her the way she spoils Buggy. She wishes Mihawk would let her stare at her like a love sick fool and admire every little detail about her, she wishes she could shower her in compliments and words of affection, and more than anything she wish there were just one night where Buggy got the chance to make Mihawk feel like she was a priceless gem meant to be protected and admired and cherished at all cost. 

Buggy manages to get Mihawk's pants undone in between sloppy kisses and tries to slide her hand down the front of them, but Mihawk catches her wrist. She pulls away from her lips and presses a gentle kiss against the back of Buggy’s hand. "Don't worry about me, this is about you." 

Sigh. This really isn't fair, but Mihawk gives Buggy a gentle, reassuring smile before she leans down and begins to trail hot kisses down her neck and chest.

"Seriously, Mihawk…" Buggy mutters as Mihawk sits her up for a moment to undo her bra and toss it to the ground "I want to make you feel good too," she tells her, and Mihawk gives her another smile before pushing her back down to the mattress and continuing to cover her skin in soft kisses,

"You already are," Mihawk assures her as she peppers her chest in kisses, "I feel amazing right now." That's … That's not what Buggy meant at all and she knows that. 

Mihawk continues her journey down Buggy’s body, and Buggy is yet again surprised and sort of impressed by how patient Mihawk has been so far. She thought that Mihawk would have her face buried between her shaking thighs by now, but Buggy’s not about to say anything because she knows Mihawk will tease her mercilessly if she does.

One of Mihawk’s hands dances across Buggy’s flushed skin. Her touch is light, feathery. and fleeing, and occasionally she teases Buggy by allowing her hand to get just close enough to the spot that she needs her the most before pulling her touch away completely. Maybe this has less to do with patience and more to do with revenge. Maybe Mihawk is making Buggy suffer after Buggy made her wait for sex. Ugh, she hates her. 

(She loves her more than anything in this world)

Buggy shudders and arches her back slightly when Mihawk runs her tongue over one of her nipples. She bites her bottom lip, trying to ignore the arousal that’s dripping down her skin as Mihawk plays with her chest. She reaches up and idly plays with Mihawk’s hair, basking in the feeling of Mihawk’s warm mouth and playful tongue, as well as the soft touch of one of her hands against her chest. 

Buggy gasps softly a moment later when Mihawk sucks harshly on her nipple, and she arches her back slightly off the bed again before threading her fingers through Mihawk’s short raven hair, and pulling her close. 

Mihawk seems to find her reaction comical, of course she does, because she chuckles softly at Buggy’s reaction before showing her some mercy. She lifts her head up from her chest with a cheeky grin and gives Buggy another quick kiss. Mihawk continues her way down Buggy’s body after that, pressing open-mouthed kisses down her stomach before moving down to her thighs.

Despite Mihawk’s earlier impatience though, she continues to tease Buggy a little. She rakes her black, well-manicured fingernails across the inside of Buggy’s thighs, causing goosebumps to form on her skin before she presses kisses all over them. At this point, Buggy’s feeling that same sense of desperation that Mihawk must have felt earlier. She wants to grab her by the hair and just…

Ugh.

Buggy’s heart races the closer Mihawk gets to her pussy and she feels a mixture of impatience and excitement fill her at that moment. She chews on her bottom lip as she stares down at Mihawk with lust filled eyes, suddenly remembering that she still has a full face of makeup on and that she’s probably messing up her lipstick if she hasn’t already, but all well.

There’s a smile on Mihawk’s face as she settles in between Buggy’s legs, “You’re shaking already.” She teases in a husky voice, and Buggy can’t help but look away after that. “And I thought I was the eager one.”

“Do you ever stop talking…?” Buggy mutters, shuddering slightly when she feels Mihawk’s warm breath against her pussy. 

“Why should I?” Mihawk asks with a small chuckle, “How will you know how beautiful you are or how divine you taste, if I stay quiet?” Oh, there’s no way in hell Buggy wouldn’t know all those things, not with how vocal Mihawk suddenly turns when she’s about to give Buggy the sloppiest head ever.  “God,” Mihawk whispers breathlessly as she leans forward and presses a kiss against Buggy’s clit, making Buggy jump slightly, “Have I ever told you that you look just as good as you taste?” Oh, there she goes again saying all that embarrassing shit, and yet… It works like a charm on Buggy. 

“Stop teasing me,” Buggy complains, and her soft whine turns into a sharp gasp when Mihawk gives her pussy one long lick. Her embarrassment grows because of course Mihawk refuses to listen to her and continues to tease her ruthlessly. Mihawk groans loudly as soon as she gets a taste of Buggy and she looks up at Buggy with the same intense look in her eyes from earlier. “Just as sweet as ever.” She moans before she buries her face into Buggy’s cunt. 

Mihawk makes sure to maintain eye contact with Buggy as she laps at her clit and pussy hungrily, but occasionally her eyes will fall shut, and Buggy can see the pleasure written all over Mihawk’s face as well as the blush that faintly spreads across her cheeks. 

It’s so embarrassing being eaten out like this, with Mihawk being so loud and vocal about how much she loves Buggy’s taste and how she can’t get enough of her. Buggy repeatedly tries to get her to shut up, but any time she tries, Mihawk chuckles at her and only grows louder. Her praises just continue to come, making Buggy whine and want to hide but there’s nowhere to go. 

Buggy throws an arm over her face, and at this point, she can’t bear to look at Mihawk anymore. The way she gazes at her is embarrassing, yet gratifying. Mihawk makes her feel so beautiful and wanted, but it comes at the price of making her painfully flustered, especially at times like this when Buggy can hear and see how much Mihawk enjoys simply giving her pleasure. 

Buggy closes her eyes as her pleasure slowly starts to consume her. Her hands wind up in Mihawk’s hair again, and she moans loudly as she grinds her cunt against Mihawk’s face slowly, unable to keep her hips still for a moment longer. 

Mihawk reaches up and grabs one of Buggy’s hands, and Buggy eagerly squeezes her hand as pleasure washes through her entire body. Buggy can feel her orgasm building up, and knows that she won’t be able to last much longer, especially with the way that Mihawk is lapping her up. “God, right there,” She says breathlessly as she raises her hips up slightly to meet Mihawk’s mouth.

“Mm, there?” 

“There, right fucking there. Oh, god.” 

Buggy’s moans grow louder and breathier the closer she gets to her orgasm. She squeezes Mihawk’s hand tightly as her hips buck forward again. It’s all too much, but at the same time, she wants Mihawk to keep going, “Faster,” she whines as her pleasure starts to consume her.

Mihawk hums and moves her tongue faster, seemingly egged on by the need to see Buggy reach her orgasm. She continues to watch her intently every step of the way, never letting up for even a second. 

Buggy reaches up with her free hand and grabs one of her breasts, squeezing it roughly as she opens her eyes again and stares down at Mihawk. She tries to watch her for as long as she can before she inevitably becomes too flustered to watch her girlfriend eat her out again. Her chest rises and falls rapidly as her orgasm builds in the pit of her gut. She’s close, so close, and lets Mihawk know by babbling out a slew of curses and poorly put together sentences. 

“Don’t stop,” Buggy whines in between sharp gasps and moans, practically begging Mihawk to keep going as she keeps her head locked in place with a firm hand. “God, Mihawk, I-” She whines as she grinds her wet cunt against her face again. 

Mihawk groans softly, and it’s then that Buggy glances down and notices that Mihawk has her hips slightly raised off the mattress and has her hand between her legs. God , Buggy thinks, feeling breathless just from looking at the sight of Mihawk touching her own pussy while she eats Buggy out alone. 

“Shit.” Mihawk hisses sharply all of a sudden, “So good,” she whines nosily,  “So, so good.” her breathless noises coupled with Buggy’s own pleasure are almost too much for Buggy to handle. She bites her lip hard as another wave of pleasure washes over her.  It seems so unfair that Mihawk won’t just let Buggy touch her, or better yet, taste her, but Buggy doesn’t have it in her to complain more right now.  

Buggy’s stomach tightens and she gasps sharply as she finally comes, “Shit, shit.” she whines out, squeezing Mihawk’s hand tightly. Her entire body goes tense for a moment, and she accidentally clamps her thighs around Mihawk’s head as her orgasm hits her. She quickly opens her shaky legs a moment later, though, and whines softly when Mihawk continues to run her tongue over her, cleaning her up and not wasting even a drop of her come.

Buggy’s legs are shaking as she closes her eyes and takes a moment to enjoy the blissful feeling washing over her body. “You’re amazing,” She murmurs to Mihawk as she strokes her head gently. Mihawk in turn, presses one last kiss against her pussy before getting up and kissing her, allowing Buggy to taste herself. 

Buggy pulls away from their kiss a moment later though, and presses her lips against Mihawk’s neck, leaving faint red spots across her skin, “Here, let me–” Buggy pants, She struggles to get her words out, but Mihawk seems to get the gist of what she’s trying to say and shakes her head. “No.” She responds without hearing Buggy out, “I’m happy just making you feel good.” But… Buggy thinks, hating how selfless Mihawk is at times. 

“That’s not–” Buggy’s words are silenced with another kiss, one that makes her pout afterwards. She really wants to make sure her girlfriend feels good, and doesn’t feel right when she’s the only one receiving pleasure because more often than not Mihawk ends up giving Buggy what she needs and doesn’t let Buggy return the favor. 

“It’s fine, I just want to take care of you.” Mihawk assures her again with a gentle peck. She reaches over and opens up their nightstand, pulling out a small bottle of lube, her harness, and a dildo, “Okay? don’t worry about me.” Buggy wants to protest, she really does, but doesn’t. She watches Mihawk put on her harness, still pouting. So stubborn, Buggy thinks a moment later as she watches Mihawk cover her cock in lube before getting comfortable between her legs again.

"You ready?" Mihawk asks softly, and Buggy whimpers, still feeling a little sensitive from her first orgasm. At the same time, though, she can’t deny that a part of her wants Mihawk to keep going. "Y-yeah, I'm ready," she murmurs, giving Mihawk a small, coy nod.

Buggy’s breath catches in her throat as Mihawk slowly sinks her cock into her. "Oh, god," She groans and quickly reaches up and threads their fingers together, squeezing Mihawk's hand tightly as she begins to start moving her hips, 

Mihawk fucks her with slow, steady thrusts, never breaking eye contact with Buggy for a moment. Her expression is soft yet focused, determined even, “Does it feel good?” She asks in a soft voice. 

Buggy nods her head quickly and hiccups out a response, “So good. It feels so, so good.” She tells Mihawk, and Mihawk gives her another affectionate smile in response, one that makes Buggy’s heartbeat soar. Buggy feels so hopelessly in love. There’s no way having someone smile so softly like that should make her feel so overwhelmed. She feels so lucky, so pretty, so loved. 

Breathy pants and moans pour out of Buggy's mouth but she's too far gone at this point to care. She just needs Mihawk as close as possible right now, she just… She lets go of Mihawk’s hand and hugs her tightly, sinking her nails into Mihawk’s broad shoulders as Mihawk slams her hips into hers. 

"Oh," Buggy whimpers, “Right there,” She says as she sinks her fingers deeper into Mihawk’s pale skin.  

Mihawk leans down and presses her lips against Buggy’s, and Buggy practically mewls into their kiss. She pulls away a moment later, turning her head to the side so she can catch her breath and, Mihawk presses her lips against her neck, sucking a bruise into her skin as she fucks her. 

Mihawk’s hips come to a slow stop before she pulls out of Buggy and flips her over. Buggy’s heart actually starts to race as her world shifts. One moment she’s looking at Mihawk and then the next, all she can see is a mountain of pillows and their headboard. Mihawk gives her a playful smack to the ass which causes Buggy to gasp, “You ass,” She hisses, but there’s no real weight to her words. 

Mihawk chuckles and gives Buggy another playful slap before she digs her nails into Buggy’s waist and starts fucking her again, “Sorry, I couldn’t resist,” She groans, dragging out her words as she speaks, “You have such a cute ass,” She says in between thrusts. 

Mihawk picks up her pace and shifts her hips ever so slightly, and when she finally hits Buggy's sweet spot, Buggy gasps sharply and claws at the sheets underneath them. Mihawk giggles again, “Does that feel good?” she asks again. God, more like amazing. And amazing turns into terrific when Mihawk pounds her pussy, causing moans and various profanities to fly from Buggy’s mouth.

Buggy lifts her head up a moment later and looks over her shoulder. She slowly starts moving her hips backwards, fucking herself on Mihawk’s cock, and enjoying the sight a lot more than she should. She can't seem to express just how good she's truly feeling right now. She never wants this pleasure to stop. She continues to fuck herself on Mihawk’s dick until one particularly hard trust has her practically crying from the overwhelming pleasure it causes. She stops moving her hips, letting Mihawk take over completely again and fuck her quick and rough. 

“Kiss me.” Buggy whines, breathlessly, and Mihawk obeys her order without hesitation. She leans forward and gives Buggy a soft, tender kiss that quickly grows rough and filled with tongue and leaves Buggy lightheaded. Her body is drenched in sweat and she feels another orgasm building in the pit of her stomach, “ God, I love you.” She tells Mihawk in between breathy pants, “God, I love you so much,” She babbles before she drops her head down and buries her face into one of the pillows at the top of their bed. "God, Mihawk, you're going to make me come again," She whines.

"Then come for me, my love." Mihawk orders as she reaches between Buggy's shaky legs and begins to rub her clit again.

Buggy doesn't last long after that, how could she when Mihawk's making her feel so damn good? One particularly hard hit to her g-spot has Buggy's toes curling before she's finally sent over the edge and coming with a loud moan. Her entire body is left trembling after her second orgasm for the night and she takes a moment to catch her breath. She whines softly when she feels Mihawk slowly pulling out of her, and she closes her eyes, feeling light as a feather and slightly sleepy. 

When she opens her eyes again, she finds Mihawk staring at her, patiently waiting for her to notice her, “What’s wrong?” Buggy asks in a hoarse voice. 

“Please, just a little more.” Mihawk asks, sounding like she’s damn near begging at this point, “You can go a little longer, can’t you? For me?” She asks, “Please, I just… can’t get enough.” 

“I…” Buggy replies, biting her bottom lip. She’s covered in sweat and getting tired, but Mihawk is staring at her with those big, pleading eyes of hers, and Buggy finds her almost irresistible. How could she ever say no to her?

“Please, just a little more,” Mihawk repeats, “I’ll take care of you, just…” She pauses for a moment before releasing a shaky breath, “Could you just sit on my face?” she asks as she leans forward to press a kiss against the side of Buggy’s temple. “Please, love?”   

Buggy feels like she’s going to scream. 

Buggy takes a moment to pretend to think about Mihawk’s request before nodding shyly, “...Sure,” She mutters, feeling her face heat up from just the thought of sitting on Mihawk’s face. They kiss again before quickly and quietly getting into position after Mihawk climbs out of her harness, with Mihawk lying down on the bed and Buggy climbing on top of her.

Buggy complains quietly about how embarrassing the situation is as she places her thighs on either side of Mihawk’s head. Mihawk, however, rolls her eyes, and reminds Buggy that it’s just her before grabbing her by the hips and forcing her down and onto her face. 

Buggy immediately gasps and grabs onto the headboard the moment she feels Mihawk’s tongue on her again, “Shit. Go slow…” She hisses and involuntarily tries to move away from Mihawk’s overwhelming touch, only to find herself unable to.

Buggy feels so sensitive right now, and every little flick from Mihawk’s tongue leaves her hissing sharply and squirming, but Mihawk has a tight grip on her. Anytime Buggy actually manages to move away from Mihawk’s touch, Mihawk simply pulls her back down and usually mumbles something like “Stay still.” before she continues to eat her out. It’s too much at first. Every suck, lick, and kiss leaves Buggy trembling and overwhelmed but Mihawk doesn’t stop.

Soon her arousal overpowers most of the sensitivity she was feeling and Buggy finds herself whimpering repeatedly as she grinds herself against Mihawk’s tongue as best as she can, just so she can get a little more. For the most part, though, Mihawk is completely in control and she laps Buggy up enthusiastically, moaning happily any time Buggy moans or calls out her name. 

However, it's one loud moan from Mihawk in particular that catches Buggy's attention. It’s then that Buggy looks back and notices that Mihawk is once again touching herself. Good God, she loves this shit, doesn’t she? 

(She’s not the only one.) 

Buggy swallows down a moan before she parts her lips and forces herself to speak as steadily as she can, “Let me…” She pauses as she feels another wave of pleasure wash over her, one that forces her to close her eyes and moan again. “Let me…” She tries to get Mihawk to stop and finally let Buggy take care of her, but she can't seem to get the words out. Mihawk sucks roughly on her clit before pulling away, panting. “No. Let me take care of you, damn it.”

“But...” 

“I'm fine,” Mihawk insists before she buries her face in between Buggy’s wet folds again. Buggy whines, but doesn’t make any further complaints. Instead, she finds herself watching Mihawk’s every movement as she quickly rubs her own clit. Buggy is utterly memorized by the sight and finds herself almost moving in sync with Mihawk as she sloppily rubs her cunt against Mihawk’s face.

It was already abundantly clear that Mihawk values Buggy’s pleasure over her own, but the way that Mihawk touches herself just highlights that fact even more. She rubs her own clit quickly, clearly just trying to get off as quickly as possible, but at the same time, she takes her time eating Buggy out, making sure she gets as much pleasure as possible. Buggy would feel bad for her if Mihawk wasn’t constantly moaning, and if she didn’t find the sight extremely attractive. 

Buggy grabs the headboard again, leaning her sweaty body against it as the pleasure once again becomes too much for her to handle. “Hawk... Hawkeye, I’m close.” she somehow manages to warn with some effort. The mere thought of coming on Mihawk’s face sends a shiver down Buggy’s spine and causes her to groan softly.

Mihawk moans loudly from underneath her, and Buggy takes that as a sign that Mihawk understands and that she’s close too. She sure sounds close at least. Her moans might be muffled but they’re becoming louder and louder by the moment, and Buggy notices how Mihawk’s moving her fingers faster just before she turns around and places her sweaty head against the cool surface of their headboard. 

Buggy’s thighs are shaking and aching, but she’s trying her hardest not to lose her balance as her orgasm inches closer. Hers and Mihawk’s moans are almost blending in with each other, and it’s hard to tell who’s making what noise, but it doesn’t matter at this point, it all has the same effect. They lose themselves in that intense moment, where everything seems to be just perfect. The perfect rhythm, the perfect pressure, the perfect amount of pleasure. The final blow comes when Mihawk suddenly squeaks and Buggy looks back just in time to see her girlfriend coming all over her own long fingers.

The sight combined with Mihawk’s high-pitched cry feels like a punch to the gut and leaves Buggy almost breathless. Buggy almost instantly feels a wave of intense pleasure wash over her entire body, and she grinds herself against Mihawk’s tongue sloppily a few more times before her body tenses up and she gasps, finally coming for a third time tonight

She manages to keep herself up just long enough to get from on top of Mihawk’s face before she collapses to the side of the bed, panting and shaking slightly from her latest orgasm. As Buggy tries to recover from her third orgasm of the night, Mihawk covers her in kisses and pulls her into her arms, holding her tightly, “Thank you,” She whispers to her, “I needed that so much."

“But I didn’t d–”

“You did enough. Thank you, I love you.”

“I love you too…” Buggy murmurs, giving Mihawk one last pout. She closes her eyes and is moments away from drifting off when she suddenly remembers that she has a full face of makeup on, or maybe she doesn’t. She isn’t sure how much of her makeup came off during sex, actually. She tries to get out of bed to check and remove any makeup that might remain on her face, but Mihawk clings to her like a koala, refusing to let her go. 

Eh, it probably doesn’t matter anyways. 

[corvidares]

miles and polly (yes, the parrot)

inspired by this lovely art of the two, and the artist’s tags! please show it some love :)

okay SO while i love the idea of miles adopting polly after he’s acquitted, in reality i think he’s poorly suited to parrot ownership source: my personal, pretty extensive knowledge of parrots from years of research and firsthand experiences

this post will have three parts: one, why he’s not suited. two, what fictional “species” polly is. and three! a fun scenario i propose instead of him adopting her

parrots are very demanding pets because theyre essentially wild animals. people have to have a pretty specific disposition in order to fit the bill, and while these people DO exist, theyre not very common. most people just cant, or shouldnt, have parrots

this is all to say, miles is not the suitable type. of course how one interprets and characterizes him may change this slightly, but not enough to make a difference imo.  in canon, he’s a giant stick in the mud (said with as much affection as possible) and i personally hc him as being autistic.  to elaborate, the first point of parrots: VOLUME.

miles can handle volume in court because hes used to it, and because he gets very in the zone while prosecuting. it’s expected, and if it gets VERY loud it definitely won’t be pleasant for him, but he can keep it together. however at home and in his office, he appreciates quiet. noise can overstimulated him somewhat easily.

parrots are always talking, yelling, screaming, squawking, singing, etc. that’s just a fact. there is no such thing as a quiet bird. in the game, polly only speaks if spoken to, but this is (obviously) not realistic at all. she is LOUD and she has things to SAY.

point 2: MESSINESS

all pets are messy to some degree, but parrots are UP there on the list. between pooping every 15 minutes, (yes, thats a real number) chewing on everything they can get their beak on, and loose feathers + dandruff getting everywhere.. they are chaotic little guys.

i picture miles as someone who likes things having their place and his spaces being neat + consistent. don’t get me wrong, i dont think he’s a complete neat freak: he may leave out his tea cup sometimes, or some books stacked on a table. but generally speaking i think he’d be pretty upset at a parrot wrecking havoc in his space - destroying furniture, knocking shit over, etc. which is fair! and the bigger a bird is, the more they can do (though the little ones would probably surprise you)

point 3: TRAVELING

miles canonically travels a lot, and often internationally. even if he fit every other checkbox for having a bird, this alone would disqualify him. while parrots can travel out of necessity (long distance adoption, moving) its not something they can do casually at all. theyre too highly strung and sensitive to changes in the air and in their environment in general. they also usually dont like strangers. so its not just a matter of getting a pet sitter. besides, miles doesnt just travel but moves between countries frequently. its far from ideal.

so, he’s not fit to be a parrot owner. fine. but where does that leave polly after miles is acquitted?

well.. miles has a big heart. even if animals/pets arent especially his thing (besides the fanon of him getting a borzoi dog, which you can rip from my cold dead hands) he does care for them. he’s not heartless! polly is a victim in that situation just as he was, and so he sees it as his responsibility to help her find a new home.

so instead, i propose that miles fosters polly for some time while the local parrot shelter finds a suitable placement (realistically a shelter would Not let someone with zero experience foster but shh this is for funsies)

they recover and start healing from the trauma they share, together

as i wrote this post i started writing a fic of this concept so hopefully i finish that lol

[the-s1lly-corner]

Damn I sent u that ask like 2 or 3 hours ago and u already did it? (The one with the Kinger angst)

Props to you ^^

But anyhoo, u mentioned that the angst thing became more of Kinger’s grief than the original one which made me curious as to what u had in mind? Sorry I know I already sent a request today and I kinda feel greedy about it

Feel free to prioritize other requests! I feel like I overstayed my welcome or more like ur inbox lol

More Kinger Angst!

i must admit, i said that rather loosely! my creative process for these posts is a little untraditional (i think, i mean it doesnt sound like something other people do but maybe im not special LMAO) but i go in these posts with vague ideas that i dont really expand until i actually down and write :0 if that makes sense ! vague to refined !! that said (grips my silly ideas) and dont feel bad about requesting too much! nothing wrong in sending in an additional request now and then, itd be different if you were spamming or swamping up the inbox (neither of which youre doing) so no harm there! uhuhuh building up off of the other main idea from the previous post that i didnt get to explore because i got caught up in the grief; kingers paranoia other post

touching up on the idea that hes constantly worried about you and the fact you might get hurt or abstract, i think there would be ups and downs with his mental health... some days hes okay, but others its like hes taken a nosedive, you know?

kinger already is shown to be a very paranoid individual but to see that getting worse? like im not sure about you guys but i personally know first hand what its like to be constantly in that sort of headspace for an extended period of time (admin note, im fine now this was years ago and it was surrounding a family members health) but it can really destroy a person

lack of sleep, constantly on edge, irritability, your tolerance for bullshit really runs into the ground, things like that. you start lashing out or you start isolating. i personally see kinger being more of the isolation type, but given that he feels the suffocating urge to keep an eye on you to make sure youre okay... its like a loop, it just keeps going and it keeps getting worse

i think if you want to see a stop, or at least a moments peace, youre going to have to slam on the breaks and try to get him to calm down. help him ground himself, reassure him, work a system for the two of you to make sure he doesnt get too caught up in his own fears.... though i will admit that im a little stumped on how exactly to help him (given that this is a lot of self projection on admins part, the thing in their life that happened only stopped because the issue itself was forced to a stop by outside means)

take him away from IHAs that are getting too intense or overstimulating, walk him over to a quieter space so he can regather himself

take him out for walks around the grounds so he can get fresh air.... or at least... the closest you guys can get in this world.. better than to be cooped up in a confined space with other people in it

just let him. be and experience things in the moment rather than letting him drown in his own thoughts. is it a long term solution? no, but he needs to have a moment to breathe, you know?

but we arent here for comfort, we're here for angst

i think sometimes he would stay by your door at night, caught between disturbing you and checking on you to make sure youre okay. its a ritual of his every night, multiple times a night he feels the overwhelming urge to make sure youre still there

i think he does this with other characters he may be close to, like gangle and ragatha (admins personal hcs).. but i think sometimes it would bleed into wanting to check in on the others every now and then

^totally not borrowed from admins day to day of needing to check on things they know are okay a dozen times a day though its usually stuff like making sure everything is locked and shit

thinks

[meera000]

Crazy smells lately

day 1

Obviously i appreciate and cherish all of my senses equally but i feel like i overlook smell the most. i think for me it's a three-way first-place tie between sight touch and sound, and then smell and taste are a two-way second-place tie. if i had to rank them that is — i've been faced with that question a maximum of two times. that being said, the first time i got covid i was like if i lose my taste and/or smell i will kms. didn't happen thank god.

anyway. committed voluntary overstimulation by going into le labo this morning. now i am back in the hotel room and i smell like their paris exclusive vanille 44 perfume and it's giving me a headache. this is just like the time last spring when i put on my usual fragrance before going out — margiela replica by the fireplace … need to try something new i fear — and it gave me such a fucking horrid headache that i had to go to bed early. i like perfume just fine. sometimes it is totally too much though. and, like, i want to understand le labo, because everyone who is cool likes it, but i must have tested out like 10 of their perfumes (8 on paper, 2 on my skin) and i did not like a single one. the only way i can describe how i feel about it was that everything smelled wrong. too strong in an industrial way. i can't come up with a better word. i walked out feeling like i was covered in soot.

and like i'm not even trying to be contrarian here!! i tried so hard to like it! it just didn't do it for me.

tomorrow i am going to go to dover street parfums market. surprisingly i have never tried out any of the cdg perfumes, ironic bc it's my favorite. looking at the brand list on the site rn. little nervous but we will see how it goes.

a couple of my friends work at the aesop downtown which is near where i work, and i should probably go visit them. but i am worried that i just won't understand again. at least i will get a discount.

day 2

hit dover street parfums market. layout was crazy imo. it was like a very clean maze. i left overstimulated … surprise !

i don't have much to say. everything looked cool but i was overwhelmed. lowkey i blacked out. i have only a couple of formulated thoughts which i will share next.

guys i think there is something wrong with me … i didn't love any of the cdg perfumes either. i did like concrete the most, and cdg2 knocked me out in a bad way, but i was just like oh my god for most of it. i don't know what's going on!! i tried out the replica perfumes they had and those were the only ones i actually liked. have i been conditioned by maison margiela to only like their fragrances?! am i going through a phase??? is it ok to not enjoy perfume?!

ugh i need to get into perfume more because i have no idea what i'm talking about. i need to be able to recognize what smells i like-- in the winter i like to be warm and in the summer i like to be fresh, but i need to learn to pinpoint specific smells. hopefully i just smell good naturally too but my biggest fear, more than rejection and being forgotten, is smelling bad and i feel that i have to wear perfume to feel some sort of control!!

now i'm all like, why does it even matter if i don't like any of these dsm perfumes? obvi i want to signal to people that i know what i'm doing -- i am a bitch who loves fashion and has a coherent style whatever, and also a deep love of external validation even tho i am also confident in myself. so it shouldn't bother me if i don't fuck with a cdg perfume because regardless i still have my shit together. i can't let the perfume wear me just because of its brand! and yet here i am like nooo what's wrong with me. i need to take a nap

dspm

[ozy-short-for-ozone-layer]

Ok, I'm probably going to get a lot of hate for this, but I struggle to understand how people can handle undertale. I got it yesterday because it was 90% off and I figured 1 dollar wouldn't hurt but honestly it seems not even worth that so far. And I've played more than an hour.

1. The intro, which happens every time you boot up the game and lasts like 2 minutes, is unskipable.

2. The menu that pops up after the intro is 90% telling you what controls do what. This is inherently flawed already, they should be picking the intuitive controls. But no, arrows, zxc, and enter. And escape closes the game which I hit often out of habit and I lose all my progress mid game too. You also have to manually turn on full screen mode.

3. The ONLY setting is changing the language and I think it's japanese? not even mandarin or spanish which would help a lot more people. No mute button, no volume control at all. No brightness, no way to change the font to something more accessible and better for people with dyslexia.

4. Speaking of volume, I don't like the background music or sounds.

5. First thing that shows up (after the intro and main screen) is a fucking seizure inducing name selection screen, where the controls are arrows and you have to press enter. (The seizure inducing part is that every single letter jiggles). And by seizure inducing I mean massively overstimulating and still a small likelyhood that it may actually be able to induce seizures.

6. After the intro scene(s), the old lady girl tells you to sit and wait. so, you know, you obviously do. She gives you a phone to call her, but she never says when she'll be back. She never comes back, at least in my 76 minutes of play time. Very frustrating

7. Once you decide to move on after wasting 20 minutes of your time waiting for her you immediately get attacked by monsters every 30 seconds. And every single time you have to compliment them before you can "mercy" them, whatever that means. Like girl not killing everything is basic human decency not mercy. Also doing this every 30 seconds is so frustrating, especially since each encounter takes a minute or 2 to deal with because after every option you take, unless you do it in the right order, which the game doesn't tell you and isn't intuitive, makes you fight them. This means like 3-4 fights that take 1-2 minutes total for every less than 30 seconds of walking. sometimes its literally like 5 seconds.

8. As with every game, so I guess it isn't their fault, but the saving system is super not obvious. It took me 40 minutes and 3 accidental closes of the game before I figured out that you could save it bu touching the weird sparkly bushes.

9. Basically 90% of the time spent, other than combat, is moving, which is incredibly boring. Especially if you're someone like me who wants to explore everything too.

If you tell me I'm playing the game wrong, I shouldn't be exploring everything, I should be trying to fight everything to get it over with (presumably, I have no idea if that's actually faster I haven't done it yet), I shouldn't be waiting and trusting the characters, than obviously you have no idea how games are supposed to cater to different playstyles. For example, minecraft, notorious very sandboxy game with no direct goal, also completely allows very competitive and goal oriented servers. That's called catering to different playstyles, which should be like a key part of a good game.

Literally how do people play this game? I'm sure theres things I'm missing but that's just another problem; none of this game is intuitive. The last update was 8 years ago, 2 years after the games release, and I guess the creator never decided to make the game accessible or less frustrating? I for sure regret spending even a dollar on this game.

And yeah I get that it's an indie game but that's really no excuse for like, not having volume control. And my point is I don't understand the hype because to me this plays for me as incredibly poorly designed, not that it actually is incredibly poorly designed. Like, how can story make up for all these other failures (and/or good fight sequences??). Also this is 75% rant and I don't really care about if I get an explanation or not so yeah. Still confused how this game is popular tho