#it’d be the cutest shit

[lesbianballofgender]

Manifesting Crowley initiating physical touch in season 3

Crowley just sauntering over to Azi while he’s deep in convo with someone like normal only now he gently grabs a hold of his hand. A natural touch that doesn’t cause Azira to stop his chattering, an unspoken closeness between them. After all they ‘like holding hands’.

[ultravioletrayz]

Miguel x Curvy!f!reader

It’d be so cute if they’ve been besties for a while like since like the society got started but they’ve both had feelings for one another but they’re too afraid to admit them to not ruin the friendship but it gets all fluffy and cute when they found out they feel the same 🤭.

Then they have the cutest first time (together) and it’s like they were made for each other ^O^.

making this pt.3 to the 'undress' series 😚

PART 1, PART 2

Pairing: miguel o'hara x curvy!f!reader

Warnings: 18+, making out, starts a bit rushed and frantic but turns into soft n slow sex, vaginal fingering, missionary, protected p in v

Summary: after confessing your feelings, miguel rushes you into his quarters to worship your body

A/N: friends to lovers sex is so cute, especially with Miguel :(

Word Count: 2.38K

Overwhelmed by carnal need, you and Miguel come crashing into his quarters, his large, muscular frame guiding you until your back harshly collides with the wall. Your lips haven't left one another's since you left the bathroom stall, tongues circling around each other, teeth nibbling on each other's lips, drool practically overflowing from your mouths as you both revel in the taste of each other. Your hands are glued firmly to Miguel's face, keeping him bent down so that you can kiss him with all of the passion you can muster.

His hands are squeezing and caressing the flesh of your waist, as if confirming that you're real, that the girl he's been dreaming of making love to for months is no longer living within his depraved mind. Fuck, he should've done this sooner. The two of you could've been up to a tenth round by now if he had just fucked you when he walked in on you mere hours ago. But, hey, better late than never.

With a moment of hesitation, Miguel pulls away from the kiss, his tongue quickly lapping up the spit hanging onto your bottom lip before he leans back to look into your eyes, getting lost in the rich pools of affection and lust.

"Wait a second," Miguel whispers, still holding you close, not wanting his hands ever to leave your sides. "I didn't get a chance to explain myself back there. And before we do anything, I need to make sure we're on the same page."

"Before we 'do anything'? I think we've gone past that point, Mig." You tease, your hands sliding down the sides of his throat to rest on his broad shoulders.

Miguel scoffs at that, but he can't help the slight chuckle that leaves his lips. He had re-activated his suit to cover himself while the two of you stumbled into his room, but he could still feel his own cum dripping down his muscular thighs beneath the hologram, proving your point.

"Still. I need you to know that I care about you. That- That I have real feelings for you. I don't just want to fuck you and treat you like shit around the Society like... like you're some slut. I want to actually be with you. Joder… Quiero amarte, preciosa." Miguel confesses, his gaze dropping to the minuscule space left between the two of your bodies, unable to look you in the eye after being so open, so genuine, so human in front of another person, especially since that person is you.

Your face falls, the need in your eyes shifting into adoration as you tilt your head slightly, absorbing Miguel's cute confession. He's always had to make his plans known, unable to let curiosity and assumptions about his intentions linger in the air. It's a trait of his that he's always found irritating, but it's so endearing in your eyes. Especially in cases like this where you can reciprocate that purity.

"Miguel, I want the same. I... I care about you the same way. It sounds so stupid, but I feel like I've fallen for you... and I've felt like that since I first saw you. I really like you, Mig." You say softly, your hands coming back up to cup his handsome face, watching as it lights up almost instantly with a lovesick, goofy grin.

Before you can really process the significance of the feelings that have been vocalised, Miguel is scooping you up in his strong arms, carrying you to his bed with an almost adorable sense of urgency, further emphasised by the way his dick is throbbing with need beneath his suit.

His sharp red eyes are wide and puppy dog-like, his gaze worshipping your position on his bed as he undresses you almost obscenely fast, ripping through fabric, straps, and lace, unwilling to wait any longer to see every inch of you. And it's better than he ever could of imagined, better than seeing you in your underwear hours ago. Better than anything and everything.

The bed creaks with Miguel's weight as he kneels above you, knees on either side of your thighs, caging you beneath his muscular physique. His mouth immediately finds your throat, nibbling and sucking as his hands trace along every nook and cranny of your body, squeezing and stroking your soft skin. Your head falls back against the pillows, mouth open and letting out soft sighs and whimpers, one hand tangling in Miguel's brushed back waves, while the other reaches for the gizmo wrapped around his veiny forearm, pressing a few buttons that cause his spider suit to dissolve off of his sexy body, leaving his bare form pressed against yours as he leaves a trail of hickeys and spit down your shoulder.

Eventually, one of Miguel's wandering hands makes it's way down between your plush thighs, thick, long digits ghosting over your wet, needy cunt, your walls clenching around nothing due to your sheer desire for any kind of contact. Oh, how Miguel wishes he could indulge you right now. He wants to dive mouth-first into your sweet warmth and lap up the liquid fucking gold that's seeping out of you. He wants to worship you, make it obvious how desperate he's been to have you. But, Miguel is a busy man. A busy man with avid needs that need to be fulfilled.

Quickly, Miguel dips the rough pad of a single finger into your pussy, making you gasp and let out a soft little squeal, teeth biting down on your lower lip and hands irritatedly grabbing at Miguel's thick chest hair, tugging at the strands as you whine.

"Mig! You... ah-! c-can't just do that!" You manage to splutter, already breathless as Miguel gently glides another digit into you and scissors your pussy open, getting a good feel of how wet and ready you are for him. In any other scenario, he'd be prepping you and taking care of you like a true gentleman, slowly fingering you and kitten-licking your clit until you've cum three times and he's certain you can handle his dick. But he hasn't got the time, nor the patience right now.

"Lo siento, preciosa. Just need to make sure you're gonna be able to take it." Miguel chuckles, his voice a faint whisper as he puts all of his attention on your tight cunt, gently thrusting his fingers in and out of you as his sharp, scarlet eyes focus on the way your hips jolt whenever he presses against that spongy spot inside of your warmth. "You have no idea how badly I wanna taste you right now. Bet you're so sweet, just f'me. Pequeña cosa desesperada. I promise I'll eat your pussy so nice and slow next time, sweetheart. But I just need to feel you."

Your eyes glaze over at Miguel's forwardness, your walls tightening around his fingers as you whimper and mewl beneath him. You'll take anything he's willing to give you- fingers, mouth, cock. You just want Miguel. Much to your dismay, your body is filled with an overwhelming sense of emptiness when Miguel pulls his digits out of you with a slick pop! making you whine and curse under your breath, looking up at him with such need and desperation that it almost causes Miguel to let out a whiny moan of his own.

With freed hands and the drive of a yearning man, Miguel hastily reaches beside you for his tiny, shitty little nightstand, grabbing a single condom from the drawer. He fumbles slightly while unwrapping it due to his impatience and overwhelming arousal, making you giggle, earning a mean tweak to your nipple that makes your back arch and a whiny moan fall from your lips.

"It's your fault." Miguel scoffs, managing to get the condom out, quickly rolling the latex over his huge, meaty, throbbing cock. Not wasting a second more, Miguel hikes your supple legs up, spreading them and pushing your knees to either side of your chest. He lines the head of his girthy, heavy dick with your glistening folds, nudging your clit gently to keep you in the moment. Without a moment's delay, he's pushing that huge cock of his inside of you, the blunt stretch making you hiss through gritted teeth at how overwhelming this whole situation is. Your boss, your friend, splitting you open on his cock. It's like one of your wet dreams come to life.

Miguel goes as slow as he can stomach, your tight, pulsing walls memorising every contour and detail of his veiny shaft from the inside, wanting to somehow tattoo the feeling of his dick onto your flesh and feel him inside of you forever. You can see why he was apologising for not preparing you, but somehow, the mere fact that it's Miguel that's spearing you open agonisingly slow but adorably quick is putting your body at ease.

"F-Fuck, feels so good. Dios mío, se me ha antojado este coño." Miguel pants, rough hands pawing at your plush waist as his knees sink further into the mattress, his back hunched so that his arched nose and unruly strands of hair brush against your face from above. Now that he's finally got you like this, legs spread and pinned in place by the weight of his own thighs, hands gripping at his broad shoulders, warm, panting breaths hitting his face, Miguel can breathe. He can continue knowing that you're really, truly in his bed, giving him the fucking honour of making love to you. And he's not gonna disappoint his dear friend.

Slowly, gently, Miguel draws his hips back, sharp red eyes fluttering as one of his hands comes up to hold your throat, not applying any pressure but stroking his thumb across your skin soothingly. Inch by inch, he pushes his entire cock back into you, making you both moan. He does this a few more times, really stretching you out and getting the two of you accustomed to the foreign, blissful sensations.

Miguel readjusts your positions, his swole, beefy arms wrapping around you and hoisting you up slightly, pulling you into a hug before laying you back down. Your legs instinctively wrap around his hips, and you reciprocate his embrace, arms loosely slung around his shoulders.

"Mig, please." You whisper, your voice so meek and breathless as you beg for him to give you what you crave. He's trying so hard to be gentle and treat you right, not wanting to risk messing up this perfect moment. It's cute, but your patience is wearing thin while your need grows thicker and more unbearable.

Building a sensual rhythm, Miguel rolls his hips again and again, his fat dick leisurely pistoning in and out of your warm cunt. His face is now buried in your hair, his groans and hitching breaths getting lost against you as he embraces you tightly, the veins along his arms bulging each time he thrusts entirely into you. You were in no better shape, keening and sighing in ecstasy each time Miguel's chubbed tip so delicately kisses your cervix.

Miguel's thrusts become more deliberate, each movement a slow, deliberate dance of passion and need. His hands roam your body, exploring every curve, every dip, as if he's memorising you with his touch. His fingers trace down from your throat through the valley of your breasts, his thumb brushing over the sensitive skin , sending shivers down your spine. Your breath hitches as Miguel's pace quickens ever so slightly, his cock gliding in and out of you with a rhythm that's both maddening and intoxicating. The sound of your combined moans fills the room, a symphony of desire that only heightens the intensity of the moment.

"Just- Just like that," You moan, your voice barely audible, but he hears you. He always hears you. His eyes lock onto yours, a mixture of love and lust burning in his gaze. He leans down, his lips brushing against yours in a tender kiss. You feel dizzy, your body arching involuntarily as he hits a spot that makes your toes curl. You can feel the tension building, the pressure coiling inside you, ready to explode.

Miguel's hands move to your hips, his grip firm but gentle, guiding you as he thrusts into you with a slow, steady rhythm. Each movement is calculated, each thrust a testament to his desire to make this moment last. His breath is hot against your neck, his lips leaving a trail of kisses down to your collarbone. Your hands clutch at his shoulders, your nails digging into his skin as the pleasure builds. You can feel the edge approaching, the precipice of ecstasy that you're both teetering on. Miguel's thrusts become more urgent, his hips snapping against yours with a fervour that matches your own growing need.

"Miguel, I'm close!" you gasp, your voice trembling with anticipation. He responds by tightening his grip on your hips with a wanton, desperate moan, his thrusts becoming more insistent, more desperate. His cock pulses inside you, the sensation almost too much to bear. You can feel the heat pooling in your core, the pressure building to a breaking point.

With a final, powerful thrust, Miguel buries himself deep inside you, his body shuddering as he reaches his climax. His cock twitches, filling the condom with his release, his breath coming in ragged gasps. You follow soon after, your body convulsing around him as waves of pleasure crash over you, pussy gushing around him and soaking the sheets as you shake and squeal, panting as you come down from the sort of high you thought could only be mustered in your filthy imagination.

For a moment, there's only the sound of your combined breaths, the room filled with the aftermath of your shared ecstasy. Miguel collapses onto you, his weight a comforting presence as he nuzzles into your neck, finding solace and a grounding warmth in the feeling of your sweaty body beneath him. In the comfort of each other's arms, it doesn't take long for the two of you to fall asleep, the work that was meant to be getting done in Miguel's office long forgotten, and the promise of a future together hanging in the air like a dream come true.

this is disgustingly late. i hope it was worth the wait

[midnightjewel]

Anything?

I saw something on Pinterest when I was searching for headcannon ideas where it said “Will they do anything for their S/O? Will crocodile tears win them over?” And something like that and I thought it’d be a good idea since I haven’t written much this week.

Characters Included: Kirishima and Bakugo

(No warnings that I’m aware of!)

Kirishima

- He most definitely will give into you for anything. Kiri can’t help it, you just have that effect on him!

- “Babe pleaseee” you drag out your please to emphasize that you really wanted whatever it was you were looking at

- “Wait, what are you asking for now?” He asks, arms full of shopping bags.

- And before anyone would ever talk shit about him buying everything and anything that you asked for, his mind set is: “I have pro hero money, what good is it if I cant spend it on my gorgeous girl”

- “That one!” You point at the little puppy that was chasing his tail in its kennel. It was the cutest little Australian Shepard you’d ever seen!

- “A puppy?!” He looked half shocked

- “Please Eiji!” You look up at your tall hunky husband with those eyes that you knew he could never ever resist

- He visibly blushed. He didn’t even remember walking into a pet store to be honest. All he knew was that you were looking at him with those damn adorable eyes

- “Well” he tried his best to resist “Okay sweetie” he smiles as he goes to find an employee to get the puppy for you

- Now you both own a little Australian Shepard named Riot. You let him pick the name ofc!

Bakugo

- It’s a little bit tougher to get him to crack

- While he does love getting you things, he’s not going to buy some “dumb shit that you already have a million of”

- Squishmallows are his enemies when it comes to spending money on you

- However, as a top 3 hero, he will spoil the fuck out of you! You’re his wife, you deserve nothing but the best in his eyes

- Luxury Perfume, Jewelry, A new car, etc.

- Almost anything you want, unless you ask for another damn squishmallow. He is going to lose it. He doesn’t understand why you need so many!

- “Please Kat!” You look up at your husband with a grilled cheese squishmallow

- “Put it back” he side eyes you “I just got you one the other day”

- “No please you don’t understand” you work your best acting skills and think of something super sad so that the tears form “He thinks he’s coming home with me so if I put him back he will be sad” you have visible tears streaming down your pretty cheeks at this point

- “Damn it woman give it to me!” He practically snatches it and replaced its spot in your hand with his own hand

- And ofc you’re grinning all the way up to the self checkout

- “This is your last thing today” he sternly tells you as he pulls out his card “But what about a slushy?” You pout and he deeply sighs and runs a hand through your hair

- “Yes you can have a slushy”

[poppy-metal]

HI POPPY u js reminded me to send it to u bc i forgot…anyway

thinking ab being tashi’s girl that she shares with art because she knows how much of a schoolgirl crush i have on him….so much so that i tense up and stumble over my words whenever he’s around <3 turning beet red when he gets just a bit too close <3 cause he’s just…so big…nd tall nd strong!!!! it’s obvious to tashi, but for art, not so much. he assumes that you’re just intimidated by him (which you are— but more turned on than anything), which leads to him making it his mission to get closer to you. to show you that there’s not anything to be scared of. which works at first, until you get bolder. and then you start asking things like, “can i feel your arm? it’s just really big.” and “how often do you work out?” art thinks you’re the cutest thing, so curious and innocent. that you’re just so small compared to him, so of course you’re gonna ask questions. it takes tashi telling him straight up, like “she wants to fuck you, art.” for him to catch on. “you should do it. it’d be easy, so easy. you could hold her down, bully your way into her tight little hole…she’s never taken anything bigger than my strap before, you could be the one to break her in.” she’d spur him on for days. and as much as art hates to admit it, it worked. neither of you quite remember the details of the build up, but what you do remember is him having you face down, absolutely wrecked. i’m talking mascara tracking down your face, hair disheveled, spit pooling around the sides of your mouth. you remember how he practically forced himself into you, how the stretch hurt so good. he was so so so mean to you, and you loved it. and it’s art, so of course it didn’t take much for him to get addicted to fucking your sweet little cunt. even at events, he’d pull you off to give you his load, stuffing u nice n full <33 literally my dream

RAHHHHHHHH

being tashi's little girlfriend and having a crush on her husband in my favorite <3333 she's so totally okay with him fucking you, but you're both on the reserved side - she has to be the puppetmaster, as always. stroking arts cock late at night, kissing his neck, telling him how tight and wet you are - how you're so submissive and eager to please and how he's so pent up, isn't he? doesn't get to batter that big cock how he's meant to inside a warm hole because that's just not their dynamic, and that's fine - but doesn't he want to? isn't he interested? in just pounding a tight cunt into the mattress. you'd let him. you'd beg for it -

he paints her knuckles in his cum and tashi holds her hand up - tells him he could be pushing this mess inside you if he wanted.

art wants.

so art takes - a few weeks later, when the boiling pot tips over and you've worn one too many mini skirts and tight blouses, with nipples poking through like little tight pebbles - alone in their big house - manufactured, by tashi - and as she suspected, it only takes a few glasses of wine before art has you bent over a couch with your panties around your ankles and his cock pushing inside - gritting his teeth. his ringed hand gripping your waist to tug you back into his thrusts.

you can't stop telling him how big he is - how good he feels - and it fills brain with static, he's never felt this kind of praise before - this kind of control. he goes a bit wild with it - snapping his hips against your pert little ass and watching his cock dissappear in and out -

"so fucking tight - so fucking good - holy shit -"

he could become addicted to this. he'll beg tashi to let him have this again and again if he has to.

[lionizingheathen]

Let it be me - H.G.

Hermione Granger x Fem!Reader

Eating your best friend Hermione out for the first time.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, oral sex, fingering, nipple play

Smut under cut

Being best friends with someone as gorgeous as Hermione Granger was not for the weak, it’d turned you into a fucking freak, all you could think about was getting on your knees and spreading her thighs, hearing her whimper as she tugged on your hair… These fantasies were fine in your bedroom where you could simply get yourself off, but you were in her living room, there was nowhere to go…

And she was sitting with her legs open in the cutest sleep shorts you’d ever seen in your life, and all you could think of was pulling them off her hips and burying your tongue deep inside you.  You clenched your fingers on your pants, clearing your throat.

You couldn’t stand it anymore.

"Hermione." You asked, looking over at her as a slight smile twitched on her lips, her eyebrow flitting up… Fuck, there was something so sexy about the way that she just existed, it made you want her in the filthiest ways possible, as wrong as it really was. She was your best friend, if you had any tact or patience left, you’d probably abandon ship right now… But you didn’t have an ounce left.

"Y/N." She said, still not looking up from her book. You licked your lips, swallowing on a dry throat as you shifted closer, reaching out to tuck some of her hair behind her ear as your heart pounded in your chest, begging you to give up.

But you couldn't.

“Could I eat you out?” You asked, watching as Hermione's eyes widened, her book falling from her hands as she looked over at you, shocked. God, you wanted to back pedal so hard, but you were too far gone already, it was now or never

Hopefully it wouldn't ruin your friendship, that would destroy you.

“Huh?” Her voice was high and nervous as she said that, making you laugh as you leaned a little closer, noticing that she seemed intrigued, which was a good sign.

“I… Really don’t think I slipped up my words, I think I just asked if I could eat you out.” You traced a finger down her cheek before she brought a hand up to cover yours, looking over at you nervously.

“Do you want to?” She asked, and you nodded quickly.

Obviously, you wouldn't have asked if you didn't want to.

“Fuck yes.” You leaned closer, pressing a kiss below her ear before you spoke into it, noting how her breath caught in her throat. “I’ve been wondering how you taste all fucking night.” She pushed your face away, shaking her head as she did.

Shit. You were ready to take it all back, but then you noticed the little bit of a smile on her face.

“Did someone slip you veritaserum?” Hermione asked, sounding breathless as you chuckled, shaking your head, your hand sliding on her thigh... You weren't sure who would be slipping you veritaserum in her living room, but you could humor her.

“No, I’m just trying to be bold because the nice, slow approach wasn’t getting me anywhere.” You stopped your fingers just shy of her cunt, looking at her for any sort of indication. “Can I?” You asked and she sighed, leaning forward with her elbows resting on her thighs.

You withdrew your hand, not wanting to overstep a boundary, but she was quick to grab your wrist and put it back, looking at you with a nervous expression.

“No one’s ever… Done that with me before.” Oh. “I mean, I haven’t let anyone, I’ve had people ask but I always got nervous.” She said, and you nodded, resting your forehead on her upper back as you traced patters on her upper thigh.

You didn't care if no one else ever had, you just wanted to know if you could be the first.

“Listen, if you’re not comfortable then I won’t push, but if you want it and you’re okay with it being me, I’d love to be the first face you’ve ever cum on.” You said, smiling at the way that she whimpered, covering her face with her hands before she bent fully over again, seeming both embarrassed and a little turned on.

A little turned on was what you were hoping for... You didn't wanna freak her out.

“Merlin, that makes me sound lame… I’m thirty and I’ve never had anyone go down on me.” She said, her voice muffled by her hands, but all you did was shrug.

Sex wasn't a race; everyone could go at their own pace.

“So?”  You lifted her head, placing a hand on her cheek as you stared into her deep brown eyes, your heart catching in your chest... All of the good things in the world were behind those eyes, you were sure of it. “You’re also high ranking in the Ministry… You’ve had other priorities, that’s okay.”  She smiled, pressing her face into your hand as you cleared your throat... Okay... Okay, you could do this. “But I can also catch you up on that milestone right now, if you want.” You offered, and for a terrifying moment, she said nothing and then she looked away from you, neither of those being the things that you were hoping for.

“I…”  Her mouth opened and closed before she cleared her throat, looking at you nervously, her leg bouncing. “What if I taste weird?” You chuckled, shaking your head. If she did, that was no big deal, but you had pretty good faith that she was going to taste as good as she looked.

“You won’t.” You said, and she grimaced, shaking her head, clearly too lost in her own thoughts to listen to you.

“What if I do?” You gripped her chin, making her look you in the eyes, noting how she gasped and how her vision trained down on your lips.

Cute.

“You won’t.” You let out a shaky sigh, cupping her face once more. “Please, Hermione…” You slid down to your knees in front of her, never breaking eye contact as her eyes widened. “Please.” She bit back a moan, shaking her head as if she was in a trance before she looked up at the ceiling, puffing out her cheeks.

Just go for it, baby.

“Fuck… You… Look really good on your knees I never needed to know just how good you look on your knees…” Hermione gasped, and you chuckled, spreading her legs a little bit so that you could come between them, slipping your hands up her stomach, bunching her shirt up a bit as you rested your chin against her upper stomach.

“I’m begging you, Hermione.”  You pressed a kiss there. “Please.” She gasped heavily before nodding.

Fuck yes.

"Okay… Fine, okay.” You leaned up, pressing a kiss to her lips, swallowing her gasp as she tugged lightly at your hair, legs closing around you instinctually. “Mmm…” You pulled back, grinning at her.

"Figured starting with a kiss would be good-.”  She had a determined look as she pulled you in again, slipping her tongue between your lips, making you shiver. “Mmm…” You kissed down the side of her neck, hands slipping under her top to cup her breasts so that you could tug at her nipples harshly, feeling something in you release.

This was heavenly.

"Ha… Ohmygod… Fuck… Take my top off.” She gasped, and you nodded, pulling back to pull her top over her head, your mouth dropping open at the smooth, dark skin that was slowly exposed. You stared at her breasts, squeezing them in your hands, rolling her nipples between your fingers as you squirmed.

You wanted her forever.

"Jesus Christ…” You mumbled, and Hermione cleared her throat, looking away from you, clearly embarrassed.

“Stop staring.” You shook your head.

How the fuck were you supposed to look away from someone who was the definition of beauty.

“I can’t help it… I’m in awe of you.” You said, and Hermione shook her head, frowning.

"Stop..." You bent down, pulling a nipple between your teeth as she gasped, high and needy.

"No." You mumbled against her skin, your hands travelling lower to shuck her pajama shorts off. "I won't." You said firmly, pulling back to nudge her thighs open, your breath catching in your throat.

She was so wet, needy, and spread out for you.

"Fuck..." She whined, making you look her in the eyes... She was desperate, needy... Shy.

You sighed, leaning in to press a gentle kiss to her lips.

"You're so wet." You pulled back, looking down as you did... You just couldn't take your eyes away from her. "Already so wet." You mumbled, tracing your fingers over her cunt, watching as they came away glistening even though you hardly even touched her...

Shit, this was gonna be so fucking good.

"Always am around you." Hermione mumbled, and you smirked, raising an eyebrow as you looked away from her cunt and back to her face.

"Is that so?" You asked, and she rolled her eyes, pushing your face away as your hand inched lower.

You wanted to be inside her.

"Get that look off your face, come on... Oh.... Fuck..." Hermione gasped, and you looked down, your own mouth dropping open when you realized that she'd taken your fingers so quickly that you'd hardly even been able to process it... She was so warm.

And so fucking wet. You slid your fingers out of her before slamming them back in, loving the gasp that came from her and the wet sound it made with each thrust.

This was heaven.

"Sorry, couldn't resist... You took my fingers like they were nothing." You breathed, ghosting a kiss over her lips as she whimpered, cupping your face to give you a serious look.

"Curl them." She said, and you furrowed your brows... You were almost sure that she meant for you to curl your fingers, but your brain was working at like... Maybe half of its normal power right now.

"Huh?"

"Curl them... And use your damn tongue." She groaned, her head hanging back on the couch as she spread her legs further, bringing her free hand behind your head to push your face between them, making you gasp into her cunt, your eyes rolling back at the feeling, the taste.

"Mmmph..." You groaned, sliding your tongue over her as you sighed, looping your free arm around her lower back as you nodded, curling your fingers deep inside of her, hearing her whimper as she ground on your face, a heavenly feeling that you were sure that no one would ever be able to replicate. "Taste so good." You mumbled, hearing Hermione let out a high whine.

"Holy fuck... Yes, yes just like that, please."

"So polite-." She tugged your hair hard, pulling you back in in the sexiest most non-Hermione way possible.

"Don't fucking stop." She groaned, which wasn't something that you needed to be told - you never wanted to stop anyway, there was no way that you'd just pull away with no reason.

"Mhm." She ground her hips against your face quicker, allowing you to bury your face in her cunt.

Fucking hell.

"So good, so fucking good... Better than... I ever... Fucking imagined." Hermione whined, and you smirked against her cunt, your ego soaring at the realization that Hermione had imagined you like this before... Part of you wanted to tease her, to ask exactly what she'd imagined, but you didn't want to stop right now, you were loving this too much.

"Ha." You groaned, lapping up her cunt as you curled deep inside her, feeling how she squeezed around you.

Good girl.

"Y/N..." Her voice was wrecked, sounding like she was moments away from cumming... Cum for me, cum for me... Please cum for me.

"'M cumming! Fuck, I'm cumming, oh my god..." She whined, grinding against your face as you let out a groan of relief, rubbing your thighs together to ease the burn there... You wanted to focus on her, not on your own arousal, overpowering as it was.

"Mmmm..." You kept going, desperate to feel her cum again as she whined, high and desperate, trying to run from your touch.

No. Don't. Don't run.

"Y/N, baby... Baby, I just... I'm so..." Her back arched as she scratched at your scalp, shuddering her way through another sudden orgasm. "Fuck!" You moaned heavily, pulling your fingers out of her so that you could pull her closer, not wanting to be done with her yet...

But she batted you away before you could.

"No more..." She mumbled, and you nodded, pulling back quickly as you looked up at her, seeing her chest rising and falling rapidly... Fuck, that'd been...

Well, it'd been amazing to you.

"How was that?" You asked, and she let out a lazy chuckle.

"Are you joking?" She mumbled, sounding exhausted in a way that made your heart swell with pride, but you didn't want to be premature - you wanted to make sure that you should really be proud right now.

Premature celebration would be a bit embarrassing.

"No. I wanna know." You said, wiping your mouth off carefully as you traced on her legs, trying to keep yourself calm. She uncovered her eyes, leaning forward a bit as she spoke, still looking dazed.

"That was the best sex I've ever had in my entire life." Hermione gasped, a large smile on her face as you kissed over her thighs, gently pulling her to your chest once you were seated beside her again, watching as she flicked her wand to bring a blanket over to the two of you, settling it over your entwined bodies.

"Good." She was quiet for a moment, pensive before she looked back up at you.

"Next time, you should let me get you off." Hermione said, and you raised an eyebrow.

Oh?

"Next time?" You asked and she snorted, nodding like that was a given.

"Obviously." She cupped your cheek, kissing you slowly before she pulled back, her forehead resting against yours. "I'm too smart to let you get away." She murmured and you grinned, nodding.

You weren't trying to leave.

[tteokdoroki]

Weird gf not being used to dresses, absolutely despising them, refusal to wear anything of the sort. Whatever the reason, she's not going in them without a fight or bribe. Jock!Yuuji being the beautiful dumbass he is does some 'exposure therapy' with her. Where he wears a dress, and every little curve of his is shown in great detail. Especially how great his pecs look more like tits in a dress...

Weird gf after a steamy session has more of an appreciation of dresses than before. Maybe even considering wearing one to repay the favour.

omg imagining yuuji trying out dresses kept in the back of your closet for the sillies, trying to convince you of how comfortable they are and easy to put on etc etc and you can’t help but stare because hits tits are spilling out of the hem and his muscles n thighs look so delicious n maybe you whisper like “fuck me.” and … and

it’s so easy to get to all of yuuji’s sensitive spots, to suck cock under the skirts, to ride his thighs over them too. to leave hickies on his chest and play with his sensitive nipples while he curses and cries into your ear.

itadori gets real into it, saying anything that comes to mind like. “if you were wearing this, i’d never stop eating you out.” or “maybe you…shit…you should wear the dress next time so i can b-bend you over, flip your skirts ‘nd— fuck right there baby. use your mouth.” and “‘magine if i got my hands on you in this dress, h-how easy it’d be to slip my fingers over your clit…jus’ like this…”

safe to say that at yuuji’s next game you show up in the shortest, cutest little yellow dress he’s ever seen. even if it’s a little out of your comfort zone, you can’t wait to see what dirty little gifts it brings <3

[bubblergoespop]

My Top Vincent Quotes

save me flirty vampire save me (≧∀≦)

“Fuck!”

“When it feels like it’s too much, just squeeze, okay?”

“Because otherwise you’re gonna be doing your best imitation of a Southern-fried steak under this sun. Move it, cowboy.”

“Oh, I know I’m very close. You’re welcome.”

“My entrepreneurial efforts should not be mocked, Vincent.”

“Should I strip down for easier access, doctor?”

“No one can touch you anymore… No one but me.”

“I’ve only ever met a couple of air elementals in my day, and we, uh… we weren’t doing much talking, if you get my drift.”

“Boo!”

“I’ll never get tired of seeing you come down those stairs like that. Like you know exactly what it does to me. Like you own the room. Like you own my heart. Because you do.”

“This is different. Because it’s with you. And not because of what happened to you but because it’s you. Because of what you mean to me. You’re special to me.”

“I love your neck. And that’s not a vampire thing. That’s a Vincent thing.”

“Hold my hand. Please. Yeah, hold it tight. Feel how strong it is. That’s all for you. It’s your strength. It’s yours.”

“Unlike me, the proverbial golden child.”

“Your scent, even through the skin… It’s torture. But the fun kind.”

“The old man.”

“Knowing you has been like switching my life from black and white to technicolor.”

“When I’m around you all I can think is Ohm my god— That one was so dumb”

“You. I’m looking at you.”

“I assume your lupine-inclined S.O. finds it palatable?”

“I can find them.”

“God, your blood practically sings to me, do you know that?”

“I love you. And I will spend eternity at your side if you’d let me.”

“Don’t tell him I said that though. He already threatens to kick my ass every other day. I’d probably deserve it too, but he’s too much of a softy to actually do it.”

“What? I am looking. All right, maybe I’m not looking out at the view. But I’m definitely looking. And loving what I see.”

“All of you is amazing. I mean that. I couldn’t say it if I didn’t. “

“If you really want someone to act like a mother hen, try pulling anything in front of Sam, you can practically hear his blood pressure rising in real time”

“You were my new beginning.”

“My magic is yours, to be whatever help it can. All of me is. Always.”

“I love you. Yes, even when you eat shit. C’mon, you goof.”

“I know your neck’s sweaty. What’s your point?”

“I need your blood. Please.”

“Yeah. It’s still a Vincent thing. I’ll always love kissing your neck, Lovely.”

“Alexis is… being Alexis about it all.”

“Oh I’m not just any idiot, I’m your idiot. There’s a difference.”

“Mine.”

“It’s nothing. You just… you look so cute cuddled up under the sheets like that.”

“Fuck, you smell good.”

“What? I am being good.”

“I’ll fix the drywall… You’re right, I won’t.”

“If the attendant hears it’ll give him something fun to talk about when he gets home.”

-“Even when we’re apart, just thinking of you gets me hard.”

“Have I mentioned that I love when you really lean into your Vampiric strength? Good. Because it’s so fucking hot.“

“You know I’ve always been a tease. Your tease.”

“Yeah you can bite me. Do it.”

“I said mine.”

“Let’s go see what the cowboy’s thinking.”

“Fuck. I wanted you so bad. You’ve been so close. But I knew it’d be worth the wait. And you’re worth every minute of the wait. ”

“Makes sense when your mate’s halfway to being a lumberjack already.”

“Eat shit, asshole. Is that better?”

“Do you like it? [the cutest relieved chuckle in existence] Good. Good I’m glad.”

“I’m not some animal. I’m Vincent Solaire. I’m not just a vampire. I’m more than that. I have to be more than that.”

“Lex.”

[tryingtograspctrl]

LUNCH: JENNIFER CHECK X BLACK PLUS SIZE READER

SUMMARY: When Jennifer wants something she doesn’t hesitate to do everything in her power to get it. When she sets her eyes on you, making you hers is a no brainer.

Warning: Mentions of killing and blood. Otherwise it’s pretty fluffy.

Note: Reader is a shy and a stereotypical nerd, also super oblivious.

Jennifer had her head down as she walked through the halls, texting away on her phone.

You were walking in the opposite direction in front of her, nose deep in a book.

She gasped as the two of you collided your drink spilling all over her, her purse falling to the floor and most of her belongings falling out of it.

"Ugh what the fuck!" She squealed.

"I'm so so sorry, i should’ve been paying attention." You apologized scrambling to pick her things up.

"Damn right you should’ve." She growled watching you toss her items back into her bag.

She paused as you stood up again, getting a good look at you, her anger quickly fading.

You were adorable, big e/c eyes, a chubby face with the softest cheeks that she was just dying to pinch and the cutest pouty lips that you were currently nibbling on nervously.

"I can't get the stains out here but i dont want you walking around all sticky because of me, come on." You spoke softly, grabbing her by the wrist and dragging her to the bathroom.

You took a few paper towels from the dispenser, wetting them in the sink and squeezing out the excess water.

Jennifer shrugged her jacket off, throwing it on top of one of the stalls.

She watched as you scrubbed her skin gently, removing all the sticky residue.

"Sorry again for ruining your clothes." You mumbled.

She melted as you looked up at her through your lashes.

"That's alright. Here, put your number in my cell and i’ll text you my address, that way you know where to drop off my jacket after you clean it." She explained handing you the pink device.

You nodded, typing in the digits quickly and handing her phone back to her.

"Thanks cheeks." She smiled at you before exiting the bathroom.

After school

You started up the washing machine, pouring some laundry detergent inside and watching it bubble up in the warm water.

To your relief the stain remover you bought had actually worked, now you just had to get rid of that coffee smell.

You tossed jennifer’s jacket inside closing the lid, then walking to the kitchen to make yourself something to eat.

You pulled out the ingredients for a sandwich, placing them all on the counter.

You perked up at the sound of your phone dinging, a small red icon beside the message app.

You clicked on it, a text from your friend popping up.

Mel: Party 2nite!!! You coming?

You shook your head, smiling fondly as you could practically feel her excitement radiating through the screen.

You: Can’t, busy tonight :(

Mel: Yeah yeah busy sticking your nose into one of those books like always BORINGGG

You rolled your eyes placing you phone on the counter.

Hours later

Night time rolled around fairly quick and you were so busy studying that you had almost forgotten about the jacket.

“Shit.” You ran downstairs praying that it didn’t shrink in the dryer, though you were sure if it got any smaller it’d probably just disintegrate.

You sighed in relief seeing that it was still in the same condition it was when you put it in there, only now it was cleaner.

You pulled your phone out of your pocket, looking over the address that Jennifer had sent you once more before grabbing your keys and heading out the door.

The drive there wasn’t very long, surprisingly she lived just a few blocks down from you, honestly you could’ve walked.

You knocked on the door a couple times, stopping when you heard shuffling on the other side.

“Oh hey, come in!” Jennifer perked up at the sight of you, pulling you into her house.

You looked around for a moment, taking in her home, noticing a few baby picture of her hanging up on the walls.

“You want something to drink?” She questioned opening to fridge.

“No i’m good.” You fiddled with the ends of your sleeves.

“Loosen up a bit i don’t bite, unless of course you want me to.” She smirked getting into your personal space.

You inhaled sharply taking a step back.

She laughed going to sit on the couch, grabbing the remote and flicking through channels.

You took a seat beside her awkwardly.

“You didn’t wanna go to the big party tonight?” She eyed you, taking a small sip of her soda.

“Parties aren’t really my thing, plus i had to study.” You spoke quietly staring at your shoes.

“You’re really cute.” Jennifer cooed scooting towards you, cupping your face in her hands.

“Thanks.” You smiled shyly.

“I mean it, you’re adorable.” She booped your nose sitting back on the couch to give you some room.

The two of you watched tv, chatting every once in a while, mainly her asking questions, getting to know you better.

You were surprised at how nice she was, you didn’t like to feed into gossip or listen to rumors but you had seen with your own two eyes how nasty Jennifer could be and yet the girl sitting beside you was like a completely different person, soft spoken, sweet.

“It’s getting late, i should head home.” You spoke up after a while, glancing at the clock on the wall.

“Aww so soon?” She pouted intertwining your hands.

“Maybe we can hangout some other time.” You suggested.

“Yeah i’d like that.” She smiled standing up to walk you out.

You slipped your shoes on, heading out to your car.

She waved goodbye once you got inside, waiting for you to pull out of her driveway before closing the front door.

You smiled to yourself on the drive back home. She wasn’t as bad as she seemed, hopefully you could call her a friend.

A few days later

You and Jennifer had gotten a lot closer over the past week, spending nearly all of your free time together. Watching movies at her place or yours, going shopping, playing video games, karaoke, you name it. Where one of you went the other wasn’t far behind.

You were in your room one night, textbooks sprawled out on your bed. Jennifer was supposed to be coming over but after an hour had passed with no sign of her you were starting to get worried.

You decided to call her, sighing in relief when she answered on the first ring.

“Hey cheeks, what’s up?” She asked.

“You were supposed to be coming over to study, remember?” You questioned furrowing your brows in confusion.

“Sorry i went out to grab a quick bite to eat, guess i just lost track of time.” She stared down at the lifeless body of the boy she just feasted on.

“Oh well that’s alright, just let me know when you get here and i’ll come down and unlock the door.” You responded.

“K babe i will.” She hung up, stuffing her phone in her pocket and wiping blood from the corner of her mouth.

She had arrived nearly 10 minutes later, tossing her purse on your desk and plopping down in the bed beside you.

What was supposed to be a study session for the math test that you two had the next day quickly turned into a night of chit chat about everything under the sun.

You shifted uncomfortably when the topic of discussion turned to boys and hookups.

“You mean to tell me you never had your first kiss?” Jennifer stared at you in disbelief.

“No i haven’t.” You ducked your head, embarrassed.

“Aww i didnt mean to make you feel bad cheeks, that’s nothing to be ashamed of. I’m just a little shocked that’s all, nobody has tried to kiss someone as cute as you?” She placed her fingers under your chin, tilting your head up.

“Nope.” You fiddled with your fingers, avoiding her gaze.

She looked at you for a moment, eyes scanning your features, eventually landing on your mouth.

“Fuck it.” She mumbled before crashing her lips against yours.

You yelped in surprise before relaxing, despite it being your first time kissing someone it didn’t take you long to get the hang of it. Your lips moving in sync with hers.

She pulled away after a few minutes, the both of you panting trying to catch your breath.

“You didn’t have to do that.” You looked at her slightly in a daze.

“I wanted to.” She shrugged, fingers tracing patterns on your thick thigh.

“Why?” You questioned.

“Isn’t it obvious? I like you y/n.” She huffed slightly annoyed.

You blinked a few times, brain trying to process what she just said.

Jennifer check liked you.

“Is it really that hard to believe? I’ve been flirting with you since i met you.” She rolled her eyes.

“Flirting with me?” Your face scrunched up in confusion.

“The girl i told you i liked and was the describing the other day was literally you.” She stared at you in disbelief.

“I thought you were talking about that girl in our chemistry class, she has some of the same features as me.” You spoke defensively.

“If i liked her i definitely would’ve made a move already. I don’t even know her name.” Jennifer responded.

“God to be an academic genius you sure are an air head when it comes to picking up on social cues.” She laughed.

You frowned, nudging her with your foot.

“Come here idiot.” She grabbed your shirt pulling you in for another sweet kiss.

A/N - Was thinking about Jennifer’s body today and decided i wanted to write a fic. The title is inspired by Lunch by Billie eilish and that song is Jennifer through and through. At first this was gonna be smut but i decided to turn it into fluff. I really hope you enjoy this. 🌻

[piratefishmama]

Crashed the wedding, Part 7

Eddie had no grand speech prepared, he had nothing, his whole job was to wing it, which was probably a good thing because anything he’d have prepared to say, would have flown right out of the metaphorical window when he saw Steve.

He’d only just managed that witty quip as he Aragon’d his way through those doors, all the breath just taken right out of him god he was still as beautiful as the day Eddie left, nine years hadn’t touched him at all. His hair still impossibly perfect, even though he’d clearly not put much effort into it for the day, his glasses still made him look like the cutest pre-school teacher ever, and the moles.

Lord have mercy on his poor soul, the moles. He was too gay for this. He just wanted to skip everything, get directly to wrapping Steve up in the cosiest of sweaters, and handing him the tastiest mug of hot cocoa like he deserved, and just cuddling him for the rest of his life.

“E-Excuse me sir, we hadn’t actually gotten to that part yet” The reverend’s voice hesitantly cut through the silence that seemed to carry on for way longer than intended. The man choosing not to mention that the senior Harringtons had instructed him to remove the offer to the guests to object from the ceremony speech citing that they wouldn’t need it.

“Yeah well, it’s not like I had a damn invitation to sit in and wait, did I?” Eddie snapped right back, shaking himself up. He had a job to do, a love of his life to rescue, and no goddamn idea as to how he was supposed to do that if Steve wasn’t reacting in any way other than just staring at him with wide-eyed, open-mouthed surprise.

“What the hell is he doing here?” Steve heard from his left, turning to find his father’s face had turned a curious shade of red in apparent anger. The man quickly turning his eye onto his son hissing “did you have something to do with this?” At him. God Steve wished. He’d have given anything to have had the courage to just pick up the damn phone and call Eddie before all this shit went down.

Nine goddamn years, he wished he’d have picked up the phone each and every single day, but he hadn’t, too many missed calls, too many excuses for him to keep trying, he’d been so sure that Eddie had just… moved on, convincing himself more and more with each failed attempt to stay in touch that maybe… maybe it was just for the best.

Eddie was famous, for something good… besides the shit that happened during Vecna’s little bitch fit, Eddie hadn’t stepped a toe out of line in nine whole years, no scandals, no drug addiction stories, no compromising paparazzi shots in the papers, he sang his songs, played his nerd games, he showed up as ‘Metal Santa’ at Children’s hospitals with the other bandmates dressed as goofy elves, giving out toys all out of his own pocket, he helped out at soup kitchens on the weekends when he wasn’t busy, did charity auctions of random shit for troubled youth charities, he was good. The only time he’d had an issue was early ’88 with a mild drinking problem but Dustin knocked some sense into him on that one and he’d cleaned up his act by September the same year.

He looked mean and scary sometimes, but nobody, not a single person could ever accuse him of being anything but good. Steve was just… Steve.

A man going nowhere, stuck in his hometown with nothing to offer him. It’d been so easy to convince himself to just stop trying. Eddie didn’t need him, Eddie probably didn’t want him, he could have anyone, why would he want him?

Steve didn’t answer his father, instead turned back to the intruder, a smile fighting at the corner of his lips as he witnessed the man telling one of the bride’s huffy aunts to pipe the fuck down. “Eddie? The hell are you doing here?” How could he let his mind force him to doubt when Eddie was right there as if he’d heard that one wish Steve had spoken only in his mind.

“Rescuing you, sweetheart, can’t say I’m the most impressive of cavalry but at least I look good, which is more than I can say for your bride, yikes ma’am you just faceplant into a cake made up entirely of makeup this morning? Not a good look, I can see where the foundation meets the rest of your neck. One word, blend.” Liar, she looked flawless, but the outraged gasp of an offended bride was worth it. The shit stirring little fucker. “It will change your life.”

“Steven—” Harriet huffed, turning to her groom expectantly “aren’t you even going to—”

“No.” Steve immediately cut her off with a short, snort of a laugh, eyes still on Eddie as the man approached, his bride immediately turning to her parents to loudly complain about the interruption, Steve tuned her out completely, he’d tuned everything out, focusing entirely on Eddie “you could have worn a shirt, man.”

“And miss the warm Indiana breeze on my nip? I think not Steven.” Steve scrunched up his nose in distaste “Stevie? Steve-o, Ooh, ooh… Estebe?”

“That means Stebe and you know it means Stebe.”

“I know but you always thought it was cute.” He was within reaching distance now, so close he could touch him, could touch him to ensure he was real, that he hadn’t just hallucinated his way through his forced vows.

“I only thought it was cute cause you actually thought it meant Steve.” He reached, Eddie’s smile widening, only for it to drop, his eyes sharpening in barely concealed rage as Harrington Sr. grabbed the arm reaching out toward Eddie.

“Don’t even think about it, Steven. You will inform your brief, and unfortunate lapse in judgement that you were mistaken, that it meant nothing, and you’re marrying Miss Reid, do not make me remind you—”

“Sit the fuck down Harrington, nobody pulled your string.” Eddie snarled leaning in close enough for the man to release his grip in surprise.

“Eddie… he’s right, I—I have to.”

“No, no you don’t, I see nobody we know here Steve, your friends, your family they’re not here… why? Why aren’t they here Steve… on what should be the happiest day of your life, why did Nancy have to shoot a security guard in the arm just to get me in?”

“Nance did what?” Was that what that noise was?

“Surprised you didn’t hear the gunshot. Karen wheeler practically shoved this monkey suit on me and shoved me out the damn door in hopes I could get you out of this, the only reason the others aren’t here is because these assholes did well enough to have it clash with everything going on in their lives.” Not him though, Eddie would have abandoned a whole damn tour, he’d have cancelled mid-gig, if necessary, Steve needed him. He needed them. “What’s stopping you from walking out of that door right now, baby? What’s doing that?”

He saw that crack in Steve’s already crumbling resolve at the soft use of an old pet name, such a simple, generic little name but it always made Steve just a little weak hearing it from Eddie. “Eddie—Eddie I’m… I can’t…”

There were whispers, people had stood up to get a closer look, nobody in that church recognised Eddie, as famous as he was, he wasn’t their kind of famous. Eddie paid them no mind, taking those last few steps, using what little courage he had left to reach up and skim his calloused fingers along that perfect jawline, thumb caressing the soft cushion of his cheek just below where his glasses perched. “You can, baby boy… my sweet little prince, you can walk right out of here with me… whatever it is Steve, we can deal with it, money? Baby I have more in pocket change than your family’s entire net worth combined, including the shit in those offshore accounts ol John here doesn’t think anyone knows about it.” Steve’s father leaned a fraction backwards in surprise, how the fuck did Munson know about that? He could move all he wanted, Eddie wasn’t paying attention to him, his soft eyes were on Steve, watching as the man let his own drift shut, leaning into the palm cupping his cheek. “Hawkins? Sweetheart… I got here in a day, I flew first class, very fancy, if anything happens, we’ve got it, we can be back here so fast whatever that freaky-ass place throws at us, we’ll be ready for it same as always… so what is it, big boy, what’s stopping you?”

Steve let his eyes open halfway, taking in the man in front of him “I’m not worth it Eddie… just… just go, it’s okay… I’ll be fine, m’always fine” so why did that smile look so sad “…I’m not worth what you’d lose if I were to leave.”

Part 9

[fyodior]

Pegging Fyodor is like the hardest task ever. First, getting him to agree, and then it takes forever to stretch his adorable little hole. Like, he’s so awfully tight, trying the hardest not to clench, so when you finally start, it’s still tricky to push in, and he’d let out the cutest, breathiest gasp ever, reflexively trying to crawl away, so you’ll have to hold him still by his slutty little waist and go “shhhh, baby” while bottoming out fully.

i’m literally abt to fall to my knees and cry reading this

it’d take months for fyodor to come around to letting you fuck him, far too humiliated by the idea of you on top and quite frankly scared of anything entering his hole LMAO but eventually his curiosity over a prostate orgasm gets the best of him and he FINALLY agrees

you spend half an hour trying to work the man open first with your fingers, begging him to relax so you can actually get one entire well-lubed finger inside him, bc otherwise there’s no way your strap/dick (you choose) will ever fit. you’d probably have to jerk him off to get him and his body to relax enough to push two fingers in and scissor them apart to try and stretch him out

once you deem it appropriate enough, you spread his legs even wider before slotting yourself between them and pressing the tip against his hole, making him moan and whine and whimper so deliciously. he’s so fucking tight and won’t stop clenching, can’t help the way he tightens his ass around your length and holy shit it’s so good <3 cooing sweetly to him and kissing all over his face and telling him how good he’s doing as you finally bottom out before fucking him absolutely stupid til he’s drooling and crying <3

[nevaroonie]

Ain't Sayin'

TW - Alcohol, references of Past violence, AN - I Originally was gonna do the cutest Sam picks up Asher at the Bar. But this seemed more fun! WC - 1314 Unempowered College AU This was requested by @professionallyyappin

Sam wasn’t the type of guy to put his nose where it didn’t belong. But he couldn’t stand people abandoning their partners. Or whoever they were going out with. Anything can happen, and it may as well be the last time you see them. So when his friend Asher's date stepped away to use the bathroom. 

He didn’t think much of it, but it was already past the 45-minute mark. Yeah if he needed to take a shit sure. But Sam didn’t trust it. Even if he wasn’t sitting with 2 of them anymore, he could see the look in Asher’s eyes as the time ticked away. But he couldn’t just go over there, he promised he wouldn’t get involved.��

But he couldn’t help but stare at the ticking clock. Every minute he was wasting in that bathroom was a minute he couldn’t spend with the guy he came with. The same guy who spent hours trying to convince him it’d be a great idea to go out. The same guy who went through Milo’s hounding to pick out a nice outfit. 

And now he was sitting at the bar alone. Swirling his drink, waiting for his sad excuse of a man to come back. He looked back at his whiskey; the shot glass was still full. If not a little more now thanks to the melted ice. 

He watched as the clock struck 12:50. He has been in the bathroom for 50 minutes. 50 fucking minutes. You know what? 

Fuck This. 

Downing his watered-down whiskey, he wasn’t going to get involved but he sure hell ain’t letting his friend get treated like this. Stay in the bathroom, Asher wanted to have a fun night. Whether that's with or without him, can be decided later. His drink burned as it went down. 

A little liquid courage does wonders for all parties involved after all. 

—

Asher looked at the cup, all he wanted to do was hang out. Was that so fucking hard to ask for? He hadn’t even touched his beer, he didn’t even like beer. Mack brought it for himself realized it wasn’t what he wanted and decided to give it to Ash. like he was a damn garbage disposal. 

And then he disappeared to quote on quote wash his hands. For fifty minutes? He didn’t believe it. Whatever he was doing, he was taking forever. He should have just listened to Sam- when he said it wasn’t gonna be a good idea. But when has he ever listened to the medical major? No matter how helpful his advice would be. Asher looked at the cup, it was discolored now. The lime that was on the side, was now floating in the drink, and the lime seeds were in the bottom of the glass. 

As if the drink didn’t look unappetizing enough. Now it was a discolored mess- did he mention it smelt terrible? This night was just going bad. And Mack leaving him wasn’t making it better. He was excited about this. He had been waiting all week for this. Even got Sam to promise not to cause problems again. 

On the other side of the bar and a certain brown-eyed cowboy. Was glaring hard at that bathroom door. It had been an hour. Sixty fucking minutes and god knows how many seconds. Since he stepped into that mother-loving bathroom. Downing his second shot of whiskey, shivering at the burn. 

Fine. don’t come back, Sam will give Ash the fun time he wanted to have. The fun time he deserved.  

He made his way over, hoping the door opened so he could flip him off. 

‘’ this seat taken? ‘’ Sam pointed to Mack's former sit 

‘’ Technically Yes. ‘’ 

‘’ Not at all? Wonderful! ‘’ Sam took the seat- with the biggest grin on his face. 

‘’Mack gonna want his seat back ‘’ Asher looked at his roommate, he was doing this on purpose. 

‘’ He can find another seat. In fact.. ‘’ Sam pointed at a trash can. ‘’ That's a better seat for him No? ‘’  Sam finished with a smile that could rival that of the Grinch

‘’ Sam. ‘’ 

‘’ You know when Milo said your outfit was gonna be good. I didn’t think It’d be this good. ‘’ 

‘’ Sam.  ‘’ Ash could feel his eye twitch. 

‘’ You want an actual drink? That look shit looks nasty- ‘’ 

‘’ SAM. ‘’ Asher raised his voice louder than he wanted. But the music was loud enough to protect the others around them. 

‘’ you promised you wouldn’t do this. ‘’ Asher looked down at his drink. 

‘’ I promised I wouldn’t punch em in the face again. ‘’ Sam shot a sign at the bartender signaling for another drink.  ‘’ I don’t know why you invited me you know how I feel about em ‘’ 

As the drink slid across the counter, Asher intercepted it downing it in a gulp. He needed that, and Sam owed him that. 

‘’ I  wanted you two to get along ‘’ Asher said as he placed the shot glass down. 

‘’ Never gonna happen ‘’ Sam said glancing towards the bathroom door. ‘’ you know how I feel about stuff like this. ‘’ he turned his eyes back to Asher. 

Asher sighed he should have expected this. Hell, he didn’t blame him he wanted to tell him off for giving him this beer. 

‘’ you enjoyed the drink? ‘’

‘’ yeah. What do you want Samuel? ‘’ Asher turned to look him in the eye. 

‘’ you wanted to have fun.. Right? ‘’ Sam smiled. ‘’ And I wanna have some fun and when you put two and two together. You get best friends ‘’ he chuckled as he jabbed at Ash. 

‘’ Fun? Mister, I collect different color flannels as a hobby. ‘’ as much as Ash wanted to hide the small smile on his face. He was bad at doing so- 

‘’ My flannel collection doesn’t concern that of you Milo or that other little shit. ‘’ Sam sneered signalling for another drink. 

‘’ Might wanna slow down on the alcohol gramps ‘’ Asher teased as the glass slid across the countertop again. 

‘’ you realized you were born in the nineties too right? ‘’ Sam snapped back downing the burning liquor. Asher couldn’t help but chuckle, guess the gramps couldn’t handle the heat. 

‘’ I see you laughin' over there. ‘’ 

‘’ if you didn’t I’d think you’re losing your sight faster than you thought. ‘’ 

‘’ you shit. ‘’ Sam couldn’t help but break into a smile, theirs that beautiful smile again. 

‘’I think im going to wait for Mack to get back so we can Uber out together. ‘’ 

And with that sentence, his smile was gone. Sam didn’t like that. 

‘’ or we could do what we came here to do. ‘’ He wanted to get one dance in with him. Something that ass wouldn’t grant him. 

‘’ which is? ‘’ 

‘’ Dance, party, and have fun you only live once. ‘’ Sam tried to reason. ‘’ Listen if you wanna go then go. But I ain’t sayin let him ruin the entire night. He finished. 

‘’ let me guess the NiGhT iS StIlL YoUnG ‘’ Asher said mocking Sam. 

‘’ I knew you’d see it my way! ‘’ Sam couldn’t help but chuckle.  ‘’ I Ain’t Sayin leave him here.. Though it’s not a bad idea.. I just want you to have some fun tonight. ‘’  Sam looked at Ash. he was thinking, he watched him turn to look at the bathroom door before turning back to Sam. 

‘’Let's see if you’re as good on the floor as you are with words cowboy ‘’ Asher said smirking. 

‘’ that a challenge ‘’ 

‘’ depends.. You up for it? ‘’ Asher sled off the barstool waiting for Sam to join him. 

‘’ Bet. ‘’ 

Samuel Collins has been in love with his best friend for the past 2 years. And one day he will tell him. For now, seeing him smile and laugh with him was good enough for him. However, Samuel doesn’t realize Asher feels the same. 

Or Asher was planning on ending things with Mack that night. For now, dancing and laughing made up for this shitty night.

~~~~

Taglist @porters-fangs @sunsickcrab @achios @dawnofiight

[stxrmxtsu]

subby matsu boys (because can)

osomatsu who giggles during the first few moments of a scene. but once you’re REALLY into it, he’s whining and begging like he’s still a virgin, nearly crying at how good you feel.

karamatsu who looks at you with lovesick eyes, looking at you like you’re the only person in the entire world while being held down by his hair as he eats you out/sucks you off. your fingers tangled into his hair as he gets messier and whines slightly if you pull away just for a moment.

choromatsu who literally cries when he gets overstimulated. sniffling while tears are literally streaming down his flustered cheeks as you’re riding him (or pegging him). or how he subtly hints at wanting to crossdress for you when you’re out shopping with him, bringing over a skirt and asking if it looks cute but never fully asking if it’d look cute on him.

ichimatsu who will grin smugly at you while he makes it harder for you. ‘stay still’, you warn as he just snickers and continues to try and break free of his restraints. but you just smack the shit out of his thighs and give him one last warning and he just smirks and lets you do your thing. don’t worry though [name], you’ll make him pay later.

jyushimatsu who will be so good to you no matter where and what it is. in the bedroom, he obeys every command you give him and sits still like a good boy <3 sometimes when you tease him in the slightest, he subtly begs you via pleading eyes, that wide smile of his a small pout. he is the best boy. even outside of the bedroom! he comes running to your rescue when you’re struggling to open a jar and he’s so determined to help you. and when he finally gets it open, you pat his head and call him your good boy and he just glows with joy. <3

and todomatsu, who will always have a devilish smirk on his face while you get more and more irritated at his sharp tongue. once you finally snap and grip his hips a bit harder than last time, he’s crying and begging for forgiveness while you just laugh and keep going until he’s a complete mess. after your little session, you take care of him and the next couple of days, he has his arm in yours to keep himself from limping everywhere while adorning the cutest little pout and lovesick puppy eyes that look at you like you’re god themselves.

[gojoshooter]

hey pretty, I was wondering how jjk characters would handle naughty kids?? tell me bout it!

wOAh that sounds interesting 🤔 here you go anon ♡

Dealing with the Brats: JJK men

Featuring : Yuji Itadori, Megumi Fushiguro, Gojo Satoru, Toji Fushiguro

A/N : at this point my curse technique gotta be writing fluff bahaha anyway enjoy! ^-^ i wrote this with love

WARNINGS : babies, crying

Itadori Yuji :

yuji doesn’t exactly love taking care of children but he volunteered babysitting neighbours’ kids for money

usually kids like him & not really bother until one of them turns out to be the spawn of satan

okay not that he gets his ass handed by them but he can’t bring himself to scold or even be stern??

he knows he has the advantage with all those muscles & speed but that’s the reason

if he sees a kid climbing a potentially dangerous place he would just gently peel them off each time lol

it doesn’t come as a surprise that Yuji is good at distracting the restless ones or the crybabies

he has mastered that art

him impersonating different pokémons with his whole body is the cutest shit, & kids love it so much

if a child annoys the fuck outta him he’ll prolly scramble around googling tips

him holding like three kids in one arm as he pays you for the icecream with his other because they can't be trusted unattended

maybe you developed a small crush after watching that adorable scene

Megumi Fushiguro :

you might have convinced him with a good repay cus he’s never doing that in his right mind

megumi’s not actually that bad with kids as much as he thinks & things go smoothly (until)

the kids ask him to take one of the divine dogs out for fun & he won’t budge

"what makes you think i’d do something like that" >:0

if the kid turns out to be brattier than he initially thought & is about to cry he’d panic maybe contemplate to run

but he would settle for calling Itadori & ask what to do because "he’s good at cooking, might be good at handling kids"

i think Yuji’d just come over with a silly cute trick to rescue like bringing the two little curses he used on Junpie siksijisfjlk

we know Megumi would lowkey love him for that

IMAGINE HIM MAKING FUNNY FACES TO STOP THE CRYING SNOTTY KID

he’s trying don’t laugh

he can definitely be a little ferm when they don’t listen

megumi wouldn’t say it but he prefers you besides him for a hand in handling them

Gojo Satoru :

good luck to the kids who volunteered to handle this brat

he annoyingly gets along with them too easily

i think he can handle the naughty dwarfs the best?? he has all the tools necessary in his arsenal

first of all he won’t use his abilities unless it’s a really naughty kid like a nasty kid, a menace

he would turn on his infinity so he can deal with them efficiently without the kid resisting him

hey hey in his defence—the naughtier the kid, the naughtier the method

he’s far better in indulging the children than any other care taker you hired, with his sweet but ferm tone that made kids putty in his watch

hide & seeks are fun and hell with him at the same time because kids don't know he can teleport....

"come on, who’s going to be my good little baby today?~ get in line for a kiss~"

has so much advantage with that height, kids know they can’t outsmart him and run around

if there’s this really really naughty one that snapped his last straw he’d just start intimidating them and it’d be the funniest shit

like tracks the kid with his big but slow steps staring down with crystal eyes borring into the little one as they try to run away pffftt

teen gojo was meaner by the way

"tsk... stop crying or i'm taking all the treats your mommy left, you nuisance"

turning on his infinity for the whole day in the name of babysitting

Toji Fushiguro :

ultimate Brat Tamer™

he doesn’t think he fits any job dealing with kids but anything for money i guess

toji has kids at home so atleast he knows to be as gentle as a feather

his first impression on kids always entertains him

like they’d see him walk in & he watches the kids go pleading their moms trying to convince they can be 'good boys' or 'good girls' without a babysitter

you know toji is bit of an evil man so he loves ordering the kids around

"kid, bring me a glass of water?" knowing full well that dwarf of a child can’t reach the counter but the poor kid toddles, staggering a little on short legs to the kitchen anyway

puts them on his stomach as he decides to turn on the tv, securing the sides with his big arms & that’s the way you handle a child thank you

has learnt a few magic tricks and a smile may sneak up on his scarred lips when the toddler gasps in aw

toji doesn’t hesitate to be stern (he has the dilf rights) so kids don’t risk to bother him in the first place

he doesn’t know why but they love his embrace??? some brat said it’s cus his boobs are comfy but that didn’t light any bulb in his noggin

sees the kid hide a handful of toffies behind them and he’s like "cut it out, kid. you don’ want your teeth all rotten, do ya? hand them like a man.." (💀💀💀)

A/N : a’ighttt wrapping it up! i hope you enjoyed this, until next time! —♡

Tags : @luckimoon @maybekoya @nanamikentoseyebags @already-rice @already-rice

[depressopax]

LCDP NSFW Alphabet

Part 5 - T-V | Multiple characters.

Fandom - La casa de papel

»» Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3 || Part 4 ««

OMG it's been ages! 😭

I missed posting fanfics :(

So here we go again! 🫶🥳

Pairing: Multiple LCDP characters x gender neutral reader Genre: Smut, headcanons Warning(s): Sexual content. MDNI. Insults, overstimulation, semi-public, dom/sub dynamic. Reader is gender neutral! I only read this once before posting - if you find spelling errors LMK! Words: 1.4K Summary: Part 5 of my LCDP NSFW Alphabet! T-V (Toys, Unfair, Volume) English is not my main language, if I make any spelling mistakes please let me know so I can improve my writing! <3

Nairobi 

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She has some (a lot of) toys.

Most of them are for solo play, but now that she has you, it’d be a shame to not use them together, yk… 

If you’re comfortable with it, she can and will use them on you. 

Her favorite on herself being air pulse once

For her partner? Vibrators and stap-ons 👀

And she has more than one of them. Some of them are thin and only a few inches, and… Bigger once. 

Not a toy - but she also has lube etc. - You know what I’m trying to say…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh she’s a teaseee

It turns her on to make you beg 

Or just to mock you (in a loving way tho) for being “sensitive” or needy during sex. 

Nairobi likes keeping you on edge, only allowed to cum when she tells you too

But this is only when she’s feeling a bit mean lol

Other times, she’s very loving and giving, not teasing you a bit 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

She’s not scared to be loud 😼

If you’re making her feel good, why hold back?

She likes moaning your name loudly, sometimes hoping someone will hear it just to embarrass you a bit

She has no shame when it comes to volume, and wants to hear you scream too

Berlin

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

I feel like he either has some toys, or that he’s the guy that doesn’t own toys and refuses to use them on his partner, since “he’s better than some stupid toy” 

The toys he has are some vibrators, handcuffs, blindfolds etc… Maybe a whip too, who knows? 🤭

…Bonus point if you switch it up and use them on him

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

UNFAIRRRRRR AF

Will have you on your knees in the end, only because “it’s funny” to see you beg. 💀

He likes turning you on and leave you begging for more

But he won't give it to you that easily…

He also loves making you flustered - you blushing is the cutest thing to him. 

Good luck ;)

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is LOUD and without shame

Grunts, growls, moans

Cuss words, praise, degradation… You name it.

He talks shit in the show, and so he does in the bedroom LMAO

…And whimpers, too - if you fuck him good enough…

He likes dirty talking too.

He actually doesn’t mind if the neighbors hear his moans, combined with the sounds leaving your mouth - he wants everyone to know he’s yours, and that you’re his. 

Denver

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He likes toys!!!

Very experimental and open to trying new things, if that’s what you want.

But he prefers using toys on his partners, or watching them satisfy themselves with a toy 🤭

He’s not picky with what toys to use! Anything that excites you excites him.

If you were to use toys on him, he’d be like: “Ew, no!”

…But eventually be too satisfied to complain ;)

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

Oh he’s a MEANIE

Edging you and overstimming are his favorite things. 

Using his fingers or mouth on you until you practically cry from the intense pleasure

He’ll even tease you in public - rubbing your ass or thigh, standing close behind you - so you can feel his clothed bulge against your jeans… You name it.

He likes it when you get mad at him. It even turns him on 

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

The scene where he had sex with Monica during the heist and Arturito heard it?

Yea. That’s the answer.

He is LOUD and PROUD (...sorry, had to)

He moans your name, cusses, whimpers… Everything all at once.

But how could he not? “You feel so fucking good babe…” Is his excuse. 

People hear it alright… Especially when he fucks you in some public restroom

But he just ignores everyone that stares at him. At least he gets laid-

Tokyo

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

She owns like 1-2 toys, for her own pleasure.

Not really the type of person to share her toys with a partner

But she��ll make an exception of you - if you’re into that. 

She prefers it when you use toys on her, and will specifically guide what you do, to bring her the ultimate pleasure.

Sometime, she def buys you a toy as a gift “I can show you how to use it tonight…”

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She lovessss being a tease

Turning you on during the “wrong” moments, wearing revealing clothes and bending down to pick something up… A bit cheesy, but she looks good doing it.

She knows what buttons to push to either turn you on or make you annoyed - maybe both. Actually… - Both works. 

A bit of a “brat” when she teases you. She likes it when you eventually take control and give her what she wants

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Not that loud, really. 

She moans and cusses, but only loud enough for you.

She doesn’t want everyone to know what you two are doing - it annoys her when other people do, and she doesn’t want to do the same shit. 

She doesn’t mind you being loud, tho…

Only means she’s doing a good job. ;)

Professor

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

He hasn’t really considered it, before meeting you.

Probably got embarrassed when you brought it up, but also aroused. 

He once agreed to use some toys on you during sex - and he LOVED it.

The sounds you made, how you squirmed, the vibrations from the toy that numbed his hand when holding it… 

It was addicting.

He probably looks online for sex toys, fantasizing about which he’d use on you, and what you would look like when he satisfied you…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is not that much of a tease.

Only during foreplays

He is good with his fingers and likes being praised for it

…But also loves the power he holds over you when he pleases you with his hands. 

The way he can make you beg, and cum multiple times amazes him. 

So of course he uses your pleasure as a way to tease you sometimes… 

Having you beg for more, or just stopping before you climax, looking down at you with a cocky damn grin. 

Oh but you will get your revenge later… And he’ll enjoy it.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

He is embarrassed about the sounds he makes

At first he was quiet during sex

But it created awkward tension. 

Last thing he wanted was to make you feel like you didn’t do a good job. Because oh, you did…

With some reassurance, he dares to make sounds.

And eventually he moans and whimpers without shame.

He’s not that loud, but he does sound hot when he cums… ;)

Alicia Sierra

T = Toys (do they own toys? do they use them? on a partner or themselves?)

Oh boy… Y E S.

She owns toys, alright.

Strap-ons, vibrators, handcuffs, buttplugs, you name it…

She only uses those you’re comfortable with, ofc.

But she is a bit… Kinky 🤭

She uses them on herself, especially when she was single.

But using them on her sweet partner? That's another level of pleasure…

Giving you that amount of pleasure makes her smile like an idiot.

Oh she loves slutting you out with her toy collection…

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

She’s very unfair and teasing.

She wears provocative clothes, whispers dirty things to you, and sends lewds… Whatever, and whenever. 

And it works every damn time. 

She likes frustrating you with not giving you what you want - unless you beg for it…

And trust me, she’ll make you beg. 

She loves you dearly, but this woman is a meanie.

V = Volume (how loud they are, what sounds they make, etc.)

Shameless when it comes to how loud she is

Because she is loud

Like in the show, she’s a bit… Unpredictable sometimes. So ofc she will scream and moan loud enough for people to hear her

And she definitely makes you moan just as loud.

AHHH I hope this was good! It's been a while since I wrote fanfics on here 😭

Please reblog and share if y'all liked it and THANK YOU for reading!! <33

[j6suke]

my tarot cards tell me (weirdly accurately)..

how monster trio love !! (◜௰◝)

gn reader(tho reader ties up hair ig)

i had SO much fun wit this 11/10 and I died at how precise they were

im high asf rn and i was listening to bad romance while writing so take that as you will

luffy- the sun ;) AWH

what a cootie patootie

so get this;

luffy is just estatic to be there with you!

he'll make sure you never ever have a dull moment while he’s around, how could you anyway?

you thought he was already a ball of sunshine before you started dating? beautiful heart, i have news.

He just wants to make you as happy as you make him. No matter how hard it may be at times. He doesn’t mind.

even long before dating, you two just blossomed with harmony. You both resonated so beautifully.

He just adores you !!

awh cutest.

zoro - the heirophant

he had his eye on you looong before you started dating. not just romantically, but he always subconsciously protected you and watched over you in general.

It's no secrecy Zoro is a very structured, levelheaded man. This doesn’t deter in your relationship whatsoever.

He really would give the world to you, he just,, doesn’t know how to show it in a gradual manner.

And so, you have to learn to embrace him.

in translation; Give him a break pls. he’s never cared for someone quite like you. doctors orders. it’s me i’m doctor.

i believe he was attracted to you because of your equal levelheaded-ness, or, on the contrary, you’re literally the exact opposite of him.

either way, you mean absolutely everything to him, and he’d do anything to keep you happy and safe.

awh he’s so purrr

sanji!- High priestess

YES THIS IS SO YUM

Meeting you unraveled an emotional level of Sanji he didn’t think he had.

He thought he was the most romantic guy around, but then you happened. He was proven oh so wrong.

Sanji subconsciously is so drawn to you and develops a deep care. Every minute with you matters, and certainly not just for your pretty face.

It took him a while to realise it himself, despite how perceptive he is.

He didn’t understand why he cherished the time you’d spend together when you insisted on giving him a hand washing the dishes- even if everyone else had gone to bed.

He didn’t get the way he’d get butterflies watching you tie you hair up vaguely with such determination before doing even the most simplest of tasks.

He didn’t get how much peace it’d bring him just seeing you in his sight, and feeling your presence.

Who would’ve known the most romantically in-touch guy would be so unsuspecting of his own feelings.

Though as soon as he did realise what he was feeling, the fire only burnt brighter and hotter.

Your relationship with Sanji is filled with passion, trust, and intimacy of all forms.

And Sanji. Got dam. He is so giving and patient, and not to mention passionate.

stop he’s so zaddypussythrobbin wow

like i said at the start im baked as shit so if this is fucked literally ignore it pls

also first op post smash or pass

[rintoki]

sub!itoshi sae

ahhhhhhh sae being clueless about everything outside of football. his shitty personality guarantees he’s got zero friends too other than shidou probably. he doesn’t understand the concept of “flirting for fun”, or why you keep doing it to him. it must be because you like him right?

and he definitely doesn’t understand why you laugh when he confronts you about it, convinced that you hold romantic feelings for him. the football prodigy only barely grasping what you mean when you say your interest in him isn’t romantic at all, the hunger in your eyes tells him everything he needs to know.

sae conceals his nerves well enough; he’d be damned if he lets you sniff out his unease. his pride refuses to let him chicken out of this, challenging you actually make a move instead of this endless back and forth. he isn’t exactly sure what he’s getting himself into, but surely it can’t be anything he can’t handle, right?

wrong. for someone so cold and serious all the time he sure makes the most pathetic fucking face as he begs to cum. so arrogant and condescending when it comes to football, but the cutest whimpers escape his trembling lips as you pump his swollen cock; so agonisingly slow he thinks he’s gonna burst.

for all his composure on the field, it crumbles so easily as you suck yet another mark onto his milky thighs, whining as you start to get lower, and lower—until it’d be hard to hide with his jersey shorts.

you tell sae how badly you wanna finger his cute little hole, and he nearly creams. why does it feel so fucking good? he can’t understand. his senses are overwhelmed, the thought of feeling your warm fingers prodding and pushing inside him, touching him in places no one else has—it sends him over the edge. his back arched so tightly you fear he might get a cramp, the muscles of his thighs rippling beneath the skin as cum spurts from his slit, dribbling down your hand. he was doesn’t register the endless moans falling from his lips, nor the tears dotting his lash line, his face flushed as red as his hair.

“this, this isn’t how it’s supposed to be,” the words barely choked out past his breathy whines.

“how what’s supposed to be?” his cum feels sticky on your fingers, “open your mouth.”

never in a million years did sae think that he would ever obey such a demand so willingly, let alone allow for your cum-covered fingers to be shoved into his waiting mouth. neither could he explain just why, he began sucking so naturally, so earnestly like it was the only proper response.

he blamed it on post orgasm confusion, he isn’t thinking straight. he definitely doesn’t like the weight of your fingers on his tongue, pressing down as he licks up every last drop. he definitely doesn’t like when you push further in, the fullness in his throat makes it hard to breathe and he definitely isn’t getting aroused again because of the feeling.

and his cock twitching as he watches you pull your hand from his mouth, a string of saliva still connecting them before bringing it to your own lips, licking your fingers clean of his spit, was definitely just a normal reaction.

“i’m supposed t-to be—,”

“supposed to be what? on top? in control?” you barely let him breathe a sentence before cutting him off. “you can go do that shit with other people, sae, but that’s not how i play. besides,”

you pick your things as you make your way to the door, turning to face the red-haired man, “you seem to enjoy submitting well enough, you looked so natural doing it.” leaving behind a mess of a man as sae tries to come to terms with just how much he enjoyed the past hour.