#just... trying to get inside her head y'know?

[dynaxbunny]

𝑺𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝑫𝒂𝒚𝒔. [𝑭𝒍𝒖𝒇𝒇𝒚 𝑶𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒕]

𝑲𝒊𝒅 𝑩𝒂𝒌𝒖𝒈𝒐 𝑿 𝑲𝒊𝒅 𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒖 (𝑫𝒆𝒌𝒖𝒃𝒂𝒌𝒖)

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐞 𝐃𝐞𝐤𝐮 𝐢𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐤 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐊𝐚𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐤𝐢 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐬 𝐢𝐭 𝐚𝐬 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐩𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐢𝐛𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐡𝐢𝐦.

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𝐈𝐯𝐞 𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐛𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐢𝐭 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧 :)

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There was a loud knock on the door or at least as loud and hard as the little boy could be.

Katsuki, The boy who knocked on the door fiddle with his backpack strap as he waited for an answer and he would wait about a minute or two before he was ready to knock again and just as he was about to do so. The door opened and he was greeted by Inko who didn't look down immediately but when she finally did. A small warm smile crept onto her lips just like any other time she saw the adorable blonde boy.

Inko then knelt down before the little boy and spoke in her usual sweet gentle tone as she broke the unfortunate news to little Katsuki. "I'm sorry but I'm afraid izuku is too sick to play today"

Katsuki looked far from happy, his brows furrowed and his nose scrunched up a little after hearing that answer as he attempted to peek inside but the woman was blocking his view.

"So? I can still see him can't I?" He asked, finally looking back up at her.

"Well you might get sick and-"

"I never get sick!" He blurted. "Heroes don't get sick!" He stomped with a little spark escaping his hand. "I'm a strong hero! I will be okay" Katsuki would insist with a little huff.

Inko sighed softly in defeat and stood up. The woman didn't have the heart to send the boy home and as long as they didn't hangout for long, katsuki should be fine.. "Okay. Okay you're right, You're quite strong" She moved out of the way allowing the boy inside."I'm sure he would be happy to see you anyway"

Bakugo smirked at little seeing he was getting his way and didn't waste a second to rush inside the apartment just as Inko looked around outside. "Where's your parents?" She asked as she shut the door and looked back over her shoulder to see the boy already gone. The only thing left was his little shoes that sat beside Izuku's. 

Inko sighed softly and shook her head. It looked like she would need to call them again.

Katsuki had ran straight to izuku's room not even bothering to knock as he busted into the room and there was Izuku in bed covered up by his all might themed blanket and with all might themed pillows surrounding him.

A wet rag was placed on his warm forehead and he looked like he was about to go to sleep only for his once sleepy face to light up at the sight of his favorite people in his room.

"Kacchan?!" The freckled boy said weakly as a little smile came onto his face.

Katsuki didn't return the smile, instead gave him a glare as he dropped his bag by the door. "You're not supposed to get sick" He huffed and crossed his arms against his chest.

His smile faded after hearing that. "I'm sorry." he whispered softly as the freckled boy looked away from the other. "I didn't mean to.." He said apologetically, "Mama said I might have a cold" He explained.

"Don't bother saying sorry now!" He groaned as he set his backpack on the ground and began to dig through his bag and pulled out a little container that contained four all might shaped cookies.

"Because now I'm here!" He said proudly "I have to look after you" He grumbled as he marched over to the freckled boy and presented the cookies to him.

Izuku blinked at him. "Are those for me?" He asked, looking for an answer from katsuki.

"Of course it's for you, idoit!"  He snapped and shoved the container into his hands. "It's my job to look after you now!" 

That smile returned back onto his lips and looked down at the container of cookies. 

"You really don't have to y'know.. I'll be okay" He said trying to reassure Katsuki but it was clear that he wasn't having any of it as he interrupted him before he could go any further.

"Just shut it and eat it!" He demanded.

Katsuki could always be a bit much with his temper and all but Izuku knew that he cared for him in his own strange way..and he found it sweet really that he cared as much as izuku did for his best friend.

"Okay okay" Izuku said as he finally opened the container and his eyes would light up again at the sight before him. It wasn't really hard to please little izuku as he would happily accept anything given to him since he would be grateful for it but when it was something involving all Might in any kind of way.

He loved it.

Really loved it.

"Wow!" Midoriya said in awe as he reached down to grab the cookie and took a moment to observe it, noticing it was a little burnt along with something else.

It was shaped like all mights head perfectly but the icing looked horrible but it could be worse for someone's katsuki age and there was its noticeable flaws. There was an attempt to draw icing on the cookie but it simply was strange looking with one eye being smaller than the other and the smile was a bit off.

But for izuku it was simply..

"It's perfect!" He said as he took a bite of the cookie and looked over at Katsuki who was still standing there at his bed side quietly. He had been waiting for his reaction and was looking down at his shoes while waiting but hearing those words from his friend caused him to quickly lift his head up.

A small proud grin spread across his face.

"Of course it is! I made them" He said proudly as he placed his hands on his hips.

Really, It has been his father who made the cookies with Katsuki's help as he insisted on helping and really he wanted to do all of it by himself but his father wouldn't let him unfortunately. The only thing that Bakugo got to do all by himself was putting icing on the cookie which he proudly did.

"Really?" Izuku asked as he took another bite of the cookie in which the boy nodded then sighed. "The old man did help a little but I did most of the work!" He insisted.

"Well you should have a reward for all your hard work" He grabbed the other cookie and offered it to him with a sweet smile in which Katsuki stared at it for a moment before taking it from him and taking a bite of it.

“Thanks..” bakugo said quietly and sat down at the end of his bed.  “Kacch-” the boy turned his head and interrupted himself with a fit of coughs into his hand.

Katsuki watched on and reached his hand out only to soon retract it and rest his hands on his lap as he swung his legs back and forth.  

“Kacchan” He said quietly.  “you're gonna get sick if you stay around any longer..I dont want you get to sick”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and ate the rest of his cookie then began to get under the covers in which izuku's eyes widened. “kacchan!” He called out but received no answer as he would soon poke his head out from the covers now laying right beside him.

“I wont get sick. I'm not you, besides I have to look after you now "Katsuki said as he shifted a little trying to get comfortable in his bed.

Izuku didn't understand.

Katsuki never really tried to take care of him before so why now?.

“why? He asked curiously as he looked over at him taking notice to the way his cheeks started to turn red. "Your face is red? Are you getting sick" izuku asked worriedly.

But Bakugo didn't answer him, instead leaned over and placed a small kiss on his cheek. Izuku's eyes went wide and his face felt more hot than before as he was left flabbergasted by the gesture.

”Because it's my job you idiot“ Katsuki said as if that was the obvious answer to his question. ”I have to look after you. so you'll have to return the favor by marrying me."

”M-marry you?!“  

Bakugo nodded. ”yeah! That way no one can take you away from me. You'll have to be with me forever:'' for katsuki that was what marriage was. Simply marrying your favorite person to keep them with you forever and forever was a very very long time.

“You can't say no either! Because I proposed first," Katsuki didn't exactly understand marriage too well and was twisting it into his own idea and really the only reason he got the idea to marry him was because of some tv show that his parents were watching.

“O-okay. I'll marry you“ Izuku accepted since he did want to be with his best friend forever and this caused Katsuki to smile from his new victory.

Midoriya grabbed his hand and kissed it causing the other little boy's ears to burn red. "I'll buy the ring then“ He smiled and couldn't help but laugh at seeing the ash blonde flustered since to izuku it was absolutely adorable.

”Yeah yeah“ katsuki yanked his head away and pulled the covers over his head to hide away out of embarrassment over this simple little interaction.

It was stupid letting this dumb situation getting to him.

”kacchan?“ izuku soon joined him under the covers causing the other to huff softly but he didnt make an attempt to try and hide away again since there was nowhere for him to go.

”When are we getting married?“ he asked curiously and bakugo shrugged. ”when we get our quirks? will be getting them soon"

Midoriya liked the sound of this as he nodded in agreement. ”Yeah! That would be great!“ He beamed.

”You have to promise me then” Katsuki said, presenting his pinky which izuku quickly accepted and linked his pinky with his. “I promise! I'll make sure to buy the ring too"

”Good!“ He yawned and poked his head out from the covers which izuku soon joined  him and yawned a little after him.

”You're really amazing, Kacchan," he yawned again as he nuzzled his face into his pillow. “You're really cool..” he said as he started to feel sleepy all of a sudden and started to drift off to sleep.

“yeah..'' Katsuki agreed as he watched him fall asleep. “so are you.” He whispered as he scooted closer to the sleeping boy and threw an arm around him and it wasn't long before he fell asleep with him.

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“I told you to wait for us, brat!” Mitsuki yelled.

Izuku blinked a few times as he started to stir awake thanks to her yelling and took a moment to process what was going on before him.

Katsuki was out of bed and had his bookbag in his hands as he argued with his mother. “You were taking too long with that stupid damn phone call! so i had to-“ the boy was cut off as she smacked the back of his head.

"Watch your fucking Mouth!” She snapped. "I don't know where you got that attitude from"

Inko had decided to let the two sleep in for a bit after checking in on them as she didn't have the heart to wake them up so she waited a bit before calling on them to come get their son so here she was standing in the doorway with Masaru as they watched not too sure if they should get between this but it thankfully didn't last long as she was soon dragging him out since katsuki had made it clear that he didn't want to leave during their argument.

But soon the house was quiet again and Izuku had fallen asleep after the boys said their goodbyes. The only thing he'd wake up to was his mother kissing his forehead and fixing the blankets for him and soon the little one slept on for the rest of the day.

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“You've got a fever, Kacchan” Izuku removed his hand from his forehead.

“No shit! I got it from you. I never get sick but everytime i do take care of your dumbass. I get sick, "he complained.

Izuku just chuckled and leaned down to kiss his forehead.

“I know I know but youre my husband. we gotta take care of eachother”

“Yeah yeah..” Katsuki grumbled as he touched his forehead. His ears were burning red but Katsuki chose to ignore it. “I fucking hate you..” He grumbled while izuku just laughed in response.

“We've been married for how many years now? I know that's a lie” He chuckled. 

No matter how many times Katsuki said that Izuku knew that he didn't mean and the only time those words truly hurt him was when he didn't get a quirk but it didn't take them long for them to become friends again thanks to their parents making them talk it out.

“Whatever! Will you just get me something to fucking eat” He snapped but midoriya didnt seem phased instead just sighed and looked away.

“I don't know if i should..i mean, I haven't received a single word of affection. Im not starting to think my husband might actually hate me” He let out another sigh and clutched his shirt trying to look hurt.

Katsuki’s lip twitched. “You just said-!” He groaned and huffed. “Fine!”

Bakugo went quiet before a quiet. “I love you too”  left him as the blush spread from his ears and to his face when izuku kissed him on the lips “See? that wasn't too hard was it?” 

‘For fuck sakes youre just trying to get yourself sick again!” he said as he pushed him away.

MIdoryia just laughed and let him push him away but not before he gave him another kiss this time on the cheek and whispered in his ear.

“I love you more”

[goingtojohnkramershouseee]

could u do a fluff fic with either matt or chris where they see best friend!reader is drunk at a party (maybe she’s overly flirty and clingy) and they take her home, it’s one if my favorite tropes

Thanks so much for the recommendation I absolutely love this idea!! Also, this is my first time writing fluff and only my second time ever writing so please let me know what I can improve on:) love you allll :D

warnings!!! drunk!reader, comforting!matt, mentions of alcohol, mentions of w33d, mentions of vomit.

It was a Friday night, you were drunk, stoned, and felt like you were floating on a cloud. You were out with your two best friend's matt and Chris, trying to get them out of the house to live a little. Matt and Chris watch as you flirt with a guy who's getting a little to touchy. "I don't like that guy y/n is talking to, he gives me weird vibes". Matt said to Chris while leaning on a counter sipping his root beer, carefully examining the way the guy touched your shiny skin and the way you absolutely loved it.

"Hm, I think She's good, she knows how to handle herself". Matt did not like the way Chris was handling this; he puts down his cup and starts to walk over to you. "Yo matt she's g-" matts already gone by the time Chris gets to finish his sentence. "Hey y/n its getting late we should y'know head out." You look at matt with puppy dog eyes as the guy y/n is talking to steps closer to matt. "Hm and uh who are you?" Matt looks at the tall blonde-haired man and says, "I'm her brother and she needs to get home Shes got finals tomorrow and actually should be studying right now". Matt lied he didn't want this guy to fuck with you and a little white lie didn't hurt anyone. "What no I don-", matt grabbed your wrist, “say goodbye to your friend y/n”matt said looking at Chris as he started to make his way over to see how he was handling this.

Y/n says goodbye and soon walks out of the party with matt and Chris by her sides "why did you say that matt, I was having a good ti-" you cut yourself off with vomit falling out of your mouth the second matt opens the car door for you. '"Oh shit, you good?", matt looks over at Chris judging him by what he just said "Stfu Chris n' get in the car". Matt pulls your hair out of the way and holds it back as you throw up in the ditch Infront of his car. “You got it, you're okay sweetheart”, Matt Coes as he rubs your back trying to let you know he’s there for you. “I’m so sorry Matt, I-I didn’t mean too”. “Shhhh, it’s okay you didn’t do anything wrong let’s get you home". Matt puts you in the front seat of his car while Chris sits in the back slowly falling asleep.

They soon get back your home, and Matt gets out the Car to open your door. You were asleep, Matt trying not to wake you carefully picked you up and brought you inside. You slowly shift in matts arms as he makes his way to your bedroom. You let out an aggravative groan as matt sets you down on your bed carefully taking off your heels. "ughm, matt m'tired" you whine out as matt looks up at you and speaks, "It'll only be a little longer than you can go to bed". He soon gets both your heels off. "Do you wanna sleep in your dress or are you gonna change." "Can you just take my dress off and get me a hoodie or something."

Matt nods and makes his way over to your closet and grabs the first hoodie he saw and made his way back over to you. He carefully took off your dress trying to not make you uncomfortable or feel awkward. He soon puts the hoodie on you. Before matt could say anything, you were already asleep and snoring. He lets out a small laugh and kisses your forehead right before he left your room." She good?" Chris asks once matt gets back to the car. "Yeah, she should be fine until she wakes up tomorrow and she's hungover". They both share an exchange laugh and then make their way home.

an: Omg I'm so so sorry this took so long for it to not even be good. But please let me know what you guys want me to do next and if there is anything I can improve on!!! LUV U ALLLLL:D

[sky-scribbles]

There's some kind of connecting thread - and I can't quite articulate what it is - between Laudna's reaction to Bor'dor's betrayal, her reaction to Ashton taking the fire shard, and Orym carrying Otohan's sword.

In all three situations, someone deeply, deeply hurt did something that was grounded in their personal grief. And in all three cases, Laudna's reaction was of extreme, personal betrayal. (This isn't critical of Laudna, btw; she's a fascinating character and I think Marisha is doing an incredible job of leaning into the reality of how trauma can make you act in heightened, messy ways that are very difficult for everyone around you.)

Everyone was hurt and shaken by what happened with Bor'dor and Ashton, and understandably so, but I think it's telling that Laudna phrased both events as, specifically, a betrayal. 'I can't be betrayed again,' as she drains the life from Bor'dor (as opposed to, say, Orym's attitude toward killing Bor'dor, which was less 'we need to kill him because he betrayed us' and more 'this is a grim necessity, because we are at war.') Ashton does something incredibly ill-judged, and Laudna's interepretation of it is 'they betrayed us.'

Orym takes Otohan's sword, and Laudna sees it, again, as a personal affront. She challenges him for having the audacity to carry it. The sword killed her. (It also killed half the people in the room, including Orym.)

Something... something about how Laudna saw Ashton trying to absorb a powerful magical artefact because he'd convinced himself it was the right thing to do, and felt so injured that she ran into the forest for a night. Something about how Laudna tried to absorb a magical artefact because she'd convinced herself that it was the right thing to do, and felt injured by Orym's defiance.

I don't have a clear point here; Laudna isn't a character I've studied as closely as some others (and I would very much appreciate anyone who has been analysing her more deeply offering any input!) But one thought I had is this: Laudna once said that the worst thing that could have happened to her has already happened. And I think maybe Laudna sees what happened to her as the worst thing that could happen to anyone. It seems hard for her to understand how much the actions of those around her - be it Bor'dor being radicalised, Ashton going about their attempt to understand themself in entirely the wrong way, Orym trying to reclaim a painful piece of his past and turn it into a promise - can be rooted in a pain that might be equal to her own.

Of course, it's hard to tell how much of it is Laudna at this point and how much is Delilah, but... honestly, it is such a bold choice for Marisha to do this. Because this is what trauma does. It makes things feel personal that might not be directed at you at all. It makes your grief into an enormous monolith that towers over your life, and can overshadow, in your head, anyone else's. It makes you want to protect yourself in every way possible when a flicker of it occurs again.

And... I think it's another sign of how much Delilah is taking from Laudna. Because who in this story has been fixated on their own grief and loss, to the point of ignoring the pain they cause in their attempt to fix that loss at any cost, than Delilah Briarwood?

[crookedteethed]

⋆ ★ you and rafe having a argument midfuck...

18+ smut (pinv), squirting, cursing, angst, spit kink, high-key toxic relationship, (accused) cheating, Toxic!Manipulative! Rafe, mentions of ocs

a/n: putting this fic out until I'm done writing part two of how I slept with your father. Also thanks for all the love and support 💕

You'd been lying on your side; your leg rested on the curve of Rafe's shoulder. Your hand, the one that wasn't periodically stimulating your clit, had been clenched in a fist with your head resting on top of it. 

Your body moved with each hard thrust of Rafe's thick cock, and though the pleasure of Rafe's length never failed to make you feel good, you stayed there emotionless, staring bitterly into the cerulean color of Rafe's eyes.  

You couldn't help but wonder how you had arrived at this point, where physical pleasure no longer carried any emotional weight. The once-intense connection between you and Rafe had momentarily faded, leaving only a hollow emptiness in its wake.

Rafe had been staring at your glistening slit and your little hole, outstretched and turning red from the never-ending penetration of his cock. 

He figured something was wrong with you because you hadn't moaned, not even when he let a glob of his spit plop down onto your pussy and fucked it inside of you; you usually liked when he did stuff like that. 

And though Rafe could have asked if there was something he'd done wrong (which he was sure he did), he didn't risk it; after all, you'd let him fuck you to sleep, so you couldn't be that mad at him. 

"Switch." he told you, moving your leg from his shoulder and resting both your legs on his sides, where he slotted his body between you and started fucking you in missionary. 

"Do you think Courtney fucks good?" You asked.

Rafe stilled inside you momentarily, taking a moment to match a face to the name "Courtney".

He slowly begins moving inside your warmth, the sound of bodies connecting going "plap...plap...plap".

"Who's Courtney?"

You leaned up to where you rested on your elbows, now your nose, and eyes leveled with Rafe's. 

"Y'know, that red-head chick who bartends at the country club." You said. 

Rafe had told you 'no,' that he didn't know any red-headed girl named Courtney who bartended at the country club, but deep down, he knew exactly who you'd been talking about. Everyone at the country club knew of Courtney--particularly the guys, having given her the nickname "cherry" for her loud red hair and double d size tits. 

"The girl you always give good tips to and always joke with, that's Courtney, that should jog your memory." You said.

Rafe had a feeling you wouldn't let this go, so just as he adjusted himself on his knees, and pulled both of your calfs on his shoulders, He pretends to realize, saying "Ah, that's Courtney."

"Yeah, her." you say.

The both of you stayed silent for a moment, Rafe's cock still plunging deep inside of you. There had been a moment when you'd felt the tip of his cock kiss your g-spot, causing you to roll your eyes to the back of your head and clinch hard around his length.

"Fuckk." he drags, kissing your temples, and squeezing your left breast.

"So, do you think she fucks good?" You ask again.

"Who?" Rafe plays dumb.

"Courtney, who else?"

"How should I know?" Rafe grumbled, agitation wrangling over his face, and as a consequence, his grip on your hips tightened, and he started fucking into you faster, and just for the sake of your comfort, you retracted your legs back to your sides.

You looked down to where you and Rafe connected; it had been a gaudy mess of spit, sweat, and arousal--the result of trying to get yourselves off for hours. 

As Rafe pounded into you, you found it suddenly hard to keep your composer. It was challenging to hold yourself up on your elbows and even more difficult to form a coherent sentence that didn't involve long pauses, quiet moans, and panted 'fucks.' 

But you had to confront Rafe about Courtney. Now would be the only good time, and he couldn't walk away or turn this into a big screaming match. 

He had the serenity of your pussy to keep him calm and rooted. 

So you pushed through the immense feeling of pleasure. 

"Why'd you ask me about Courtney?" 

Rafe may have been cruising on uncharted territory, but he just had to know what you have heard about him recently. 

"Well, you know how every fucking kook goes to the country club?" You asked, and Rafe hadn't said anything. "And you know how all of our friends are kooks and you know how people talk?" Rafe kept fucking into you. 

"I heard while I was away in Venice for my father's birthday, you were seen with Courtney." 

"No shit." Rafe said. "She's the bartender at the Country club, and I go to the bar a lot, y/n." 

And as if it was possible, Rafe brought your ass and pussy closer to him, his cock nudging that spongey spot inside of you repeatedly. 

And though you wanted to drag this moment for as long as possible, you also wanted that knot in your belly to finally snap. 

"Outside of the bar at the Country Club, Ray--Can you rub my clit?" 

Your breath hitched at the rough flesh of Rafe's thumb, circling your little bud. 

"At one of your parties, to be exact." You panted. "Everyone said the whole night you looked like you wanted to fuck her, so that's why I asked; I wanted to know if you think she would fuck better than me; if so, you can fuck her and not me.” you scold.

As time went on, it felt like the amount of pressure Rafe applied to your clit increased, and the feeling of his cock slotting in and out of your cunt seemed to be never-ending, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. 

"Shit." He cursed; you assumed he was close to his peak as well. "And who the hell is everyone?" He said over the sound of flesh slapping into flesh. 

"My friends." You mewled. 

"Those jealous bitches? Trina--isn't she one of your friends? She was practically on my dick all night, but because your friends said I was talking to another girl that's not you, I'm the bad guy? Fuck that." he spat, his thrust getting deeper and deeper--more sloppier. 

"Rafe, I'm--I'm." you moaned. 

"Shut up, I'm talking now. I'm getting sick of your shit, Y/n. Just because of your insecurities, I can't live my life. How am I going to be in a relationship with someone that constantly accuses me of cheating?" 

Just then, as Rafe's hips hitched from him spilling inside of you (unbeknownst to you), you came undone. You'd been a squirter, so you squeezed your eyes tight as your cunt gushed uncontrollably around Rafe's cock. 

Some of your arousal soaked Rafe's pelvis, the sheets of your shared bed, and even some splashed onto your stomach. 

Rafe had gotten to you. 

As he got up and put his disregarded clothes back on, you sat on your knees on the edge of the bed, watching him. 

"I'm sorry, Rafe. Don't be mad at me. I should have thought things through." you cried. 

"You're always saying that shit." He spat, putting his shoes on. 

You brought your palms to your teary eyes as Rafe hovered over you. 

"I expect my bedsheets to be replaced by the time I get back." He said. 

"Where are you going?" you asked him.

"Don't you have a tracker on my car or some shit? You'll find out." He scoffed, and with that being said, he left. 

Truth be told, you hadn't put a tracker on Rafe's car—nor his phone, which he was grateful for because if he had a tracker on him, he wouldn't be picking up Courtney from her shift at the country club, where they would fuck in his car for about an hour, pick up something to eat, probably fuck again, and then he'd drop her off on the south side of the outer banks.

And to be even more truthful, Rafe would feel like him fucking Courtney wouldn't entirely be his fault; after all, he'd gotten the idea from you. 

[sturnioz]

꒰ STURNIOZ KINKMAS '24 ꒱ !

fan!reader finally gets her one on one time with pornstar!chris.

"are you ready?" chris asks you softly, his hand rubbing comforting massages on your shoulder as you nod your head nervously, a giddy smile spreading across your lips which chris chuckles at. "hey, don't be nervous.. pretend like the camera isn't even there."

"i don't know if i can do that." you admit as your eyes glance towards the camera that's set up beside the bed, ready to film you both.

you're not sure what made you agree to film with him for his next post—you were texting back and forth for a few weeks, sending lewd messages and photos of yourself in your prettiest underwear before he popped the question, asking if you wanted to be in his next video.

you think maybe it was the post-orgasm bliss that made you feel so confident enough to agree, but now, being faced to face with him, seeing his set up, the reality started to sink in on what you're doing, and despite you being a little excited... you were also shitting your pants.

"we don't have to do this y'know?" chris breaks it to you, giving you a reassuring smile that already has you swooning. "m'not gonna be pissed if you decide to back out now—you can even sit behind the camera 'n watch me if you want."

even though his offer of watching him sounds really tempting, you want this. you want this so badly that you've been non-stop thinking and dreaming about it — what it would feel like to have his body pressed against yours and his cock that you've seen so many times on your phone screen making you cum.

"i want to do this."

"yeah?" he presses once more, and you nod your head to assure him that you're all for this even if you are a little bit nervous. chris nods his head along with you, giving you another smile before leading you toward his bed. "get undressed f'me. all off."

one moment you're standing at the edge of the bed taking your clothes off, the next you're on it with chris' body over yours, his lips greedily attached to your own as he kisses you, his tongue exploring your mouth as his hands slide down to your ass to squeeze the plump flesh, grinding his cock against your wet folds.

you're moaning and it's a little pathetic considering all he's doing at the moment is kissing and groping you. but it feels so good — too good to the point you're thinking you're dreaming, that this is all in your mind and you aren't truly here.

but the nibble chris gives your bottom lip, and tugging at it before pushing his tongue back into your mouth brings you back to reality, lacing your fingers through his messy hair as he tilts his head to the side to deepen the kiss.

"need... need you inside me," you whisper against his lips as you briefly pull back, blinking up at him so prettily and needy. "need to feel it. want you to.. to fill me up, like you said on those texts."

"want me to fill this pretty pussy up?" chris murmurs as he leans up on his knees, making a show for the camera as his fingers move between your thighs, spreading your folds apart to show your weeping hole. "look at you.. so fuckin' gorgeous."

you make eye contact with the camera as chris slowly pushes himself inside, and you let out a sharp gasp, trying to adjust to the sheer size of him as your inner walls clench.

"shit—shit. oh my god—" you babble, panicking a little. "you—mmph—you're so big. i-i don't know if i can ta-take it."

"shh, s'okay, s'alright... you're good," chris whispers softly as he leans down, capturing your lips in a tender kiss as he pauses his movements, allowing you a moment to adjust as he murmurs against your lips. "just relax.. we'll go slow, yeah? let your sweet lil' pussy get used to my cock."

you whimper softly, your hips twitching as your gummy walls flutter around him, a burning ache between your thighs and inside your cunt causing you to wiggle to get comfortably, and chris gently strokes your cheeks.

"you're doin' so well." chris praises you, pressing his lips to your warm cheeks as he carefully begins to move, rocking his hips in shallow thrusts as he continues to mutter sweet words and leave gentle kisses across your jawline and neck. "takin' my cock like such a good girl."

your breathing grows heavier, starting to respond to the slow pace as you meet his thrusts, wrapping your legs around his waist to pull him deeper with a mewl of his name, vision slightly blurry as you stare at the camera that's recording you both, making you tense up a little.

"don't look at it," chris says quietly, gently coaxing your face away with his hand. "s'not there, remember? just me 'n you."

you nod your head quickly, your moans muffled by his lips when he kisses you again, rocking harder against you as he picks up the pace, panting against your mouth as he feels your cunt squeeze around him.

you weakly roll your hips up in circular motions, grinding against him to provide extra stimulation for your clit, all sounds consumed by his lips that continue to move greedily on yours.

however, you pull away from him to catch your breath when he moves faster, plunging into your pussy, his balls smacking against your skin with his hand gripping your jaw, gently pushing your head back to bite and suckle at your neck.

you inner walls ripple and quiver around his cock, getting lost in the feeling of his cock gliding in and out of your walls, and the sounds of his grunts and groans in your neck.

his mouth finds yours once again when his hips work harder, rutting you against the bed, your heart pounding wildly in your ears as you feel the knot in your tummy tighten.

"can feel it, sweetheart," his murmurs between kisses, his lips curling into a grin. "you gonna cum?"

the unusual sound that leaves you as you unexpectedly cum is something primal—a mix between a throaty moan and a whine that only gets noisier as chris works you through your orgasm, his mouth relentless against yours before he suddenly stills, his cock throbbing inside of you as he coats your insides with his own cum.

you cling to him tightly, lungs begging for oxygen as you pull away from his lips, panting desperately while chris rolls his hips, milking out the remains of his orgasm before letting out a deep exhale once he's finished.

he gently pulls away from you to lean up on his knees, looking down as he watches himself pull out of your opening, his cum dripping onto his sheets. you peer up at him with curiosity as he reaches over to grab his camera, his eyes flitting to yours for permission and you nod your head.

chris brings the camera to the mess between your legs, carefully parting your folds for a closer look at the mess before grinning, moving the camera up to his face—but he pauses, humming as he looks at you.

"kiss the camera," he murmurs to you, tapping against the lens as he brings it to your lips. "right here, sweetheart."

© STURNIOZ

[appocalipse]

that guy ⊹ steve harrington

summary: After he's been to yet another failed date with yet another random pretty girl, Steve Harrington, your best friend, stops by at the diner your family owns for a late-night chat, same as he'd done a thousand times before. Steve is totally unaware of how much he's hurting you with his endless parade of dates, because after all — the two of you are only friends and nothing more, right? It's not like you have any secret feelings for him… | 2.6k words

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The moment Steve steps through the glass doors of the diner, you wonder, for about the millionth time that month alone, what is it that you've done so wrong to deserve this kind of punishment.

It's Friday night, and on Friday nights, Steve Harrington goes on dates. It's just like clockwork, really: he meets a pretty girl, thinks she's the one, takes her out on a date, realizes quickly enough that she isn't quite what he was looking for, then comes here after having dropped her back home to sulk with you, in the diner that your family runs, still clad in the outfit he'd chosen especially for his failed date.

To be honest, he never looks sad, per se — more like disappointed. Frustrated, maybe.

You watch as he weaves around tables occupied by laughing friends, past booths filled with couples sharing desserts, then slides into a seat in front of you at the bar. Steve sits down with an exhausted sigh, ruffling up his hair before shooting you a tired smile.

"Hi."

You don't look up from where you're polishing the counter. "Bad date again?"

"Not even close. She talked about horses non-stop."

A quiet laugh slips past your lips despite yourself, and finally, you tear your gaze off the dark wooden surface of the counter to look up at him; he's got this pleased little smile on his face, the corners of his eyes crinkled ever so slightly in the way they always do whenever he succeeds at making you laugh, even if just a little.

How are you supposed to keep acting like nothing's wrong when he looks at you like that?

You clear your throat awkwardly and make yourself busy stacking clean glasses next to the coffee machine.

"So...not the one, I take it?"

Steve leans forward against the counter and props his head up with his hand, sighing deeply.

"I'm starting to think she won't ever show up," he says quietly, running his other hand through his hair. You chance another glance at him and note how genuinely worried he looks. It breaks your heart almost as much as it annoys you. "What is it that's wrong with me, huh? I just don't get it."

"Nothing is wrong with you."

"You don't need to be nice to me. We've been friends since forever, remember?"

The word 'friends' makes you wince a little bit inside, but you hide the reaction behind a neutral frown. "Do you think there's something wrong with me? Because I haven't found the one yet either, you know."

Steve's expression softens as he looks at you, and once again you feel that horrible twinge in your stomach that you wish would just stop already.

"It's different. I mean—you're not actively trying to find someone." He reaches out to pull one of the half-melted mints out from the glass bowl on the counter and pops it into his mouth with a shrug. "I go out looking for her and she just doesn't come. If she even exists, that is."

"She does."

"Well, thanks for the vote of confidence, but I wouldn't hold my breath. God, why am I such an idiot, y'know?" Steve slumps over the counter with a groan, burying his face into his crossed arms. "My love life is a trainwreck."

"At least you have one."

He glances up at you curiously and lifts an eyebrow. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing. Forget it. Do you want some pie?"

You're not about to tell him what you've only admitted to yourself mere months ago — that you're actually hopelessly, madly, stupidly in love with him, and that you have been ever since the two of you were just dumb kids racing around your parents' diner.

What makes it even worse is that you had no idea your feelings went that deep until Steve started going on these dates of his again. Before then, everything was normal — you met up every weekend and binged on candy, watched bad movies on your couch, drove around town together blasting The Clash on his BMW's speakers...it was good.

Until it wasn't.

"Wait, c'mon, you can't just leave me hanging like that," Steve presses. He shifts a little on his stool to better face you, then gestures at you with his hands. "You've clearly got something you wanna say, so, like—hit me. Lay it on me."

"Nothing. I'm just saying...at least you're trying, you know," you say carefully, measuring each word before speaking them. "And at least you're the one doing the rejecting. Could be worse."

Steve's eyebrows rise high up on his forehead and he looks at you incredulously. "Whoa, wait—are you trying to tell me you've been rejected?"

You busy yourself by filling two tall glasses with soda, then slide one to his side of the counter and keep the other for yourself. "Uh...kind of, yeah. But it's fine."

"But who the hell would even do that?" he blurts out. There's anger in his voice all of a sudden, a defensive fire in his eyes that makes you feel as if someone has punched you in the gut. "To you? You're like, the nicest person on the planet, and super pretty to boot. That's just—that's crazy!"

Your heart gives a violent little jump in your chest. He thinks you're pretty. Steve Harrington thinks you're pretty.

Pretty as a friend, you correct yourself immediately, and sigh as you sip your drink. Of course, it's nothing more than that — just meaningless words spoken in a moment of unthinking kindness.

"Seriously, who?" he presses on. "Give me a name. I'll fight him."

"You mean like you fought Jonathan Byers?" you smile behind your glass, looking at him from over its rim.

Steve looks embarrassed at the memory and drops his gaze for a second or two before meeting your eyes again with a playful little smile of his own. "Different situation, okay, but that's not the point. So? Who's the guy?"

"You...don't know him," you hedge.

"It's Hawkins. I know the stray cats here by name."

"Fine, well, even if you did know him, it doesn't matter. He didn't reject me, exactly...not really."

Steve frowns a little. "Okay, you're gonna have to start making sense now. This is hurting my head."

The funny thing is, he actually looks confused, as if he can't possibly fathom the idea of someone rejecting you. It's sweet, really — way too sweet for your liking, especially when you know fully well he doesn't see you in the way you'd want him to.

You lower your gaze to avoid his and instead focus on drawing random shapes on the counter with your index finger, where tiny droplets of condensation from your glass have pooled up on the dark wood. "I mean, I never really told him how I felt. Not directly. It just…never happened."

"Oh. Well, then how do you even know if he feels the same way?" he asks you, looking rather doubtful.

You steal another glance at him and almost regret it instantly. His eyes are trained on your face, patient and attentive like you're the only thing worth watching in the world. It makes you feel horribly small and selfish and guilty, because after all, what right do you have to want him when he so clearly wants someone else?

You feel like you could cry. You might, if you don't distract yourself with something fast enough.

"I just know. Do you want some pie? I'll go get you some pie."

Without waiting for a response, you rush off to the kitchen even though there's plenty of pies sitting on the display counter at the bar, and you make a beeline straight for the back exit.

The alley behind the diner is blissfully empty as usual, just a lonely dumpster and a handful of sad-looking shrubs and weeds peeking out from under the concrete.

No, you aren't going to cry.

This is stupid.

You press your back against the rough brick wall of the diner and breathe in deep the warm night air, then exhale slowly as you count to ten in your head.

When the door opens behind you and the diner's familiar chatter and clatter of cutlery spill into the alley, you wince, mentally cursing yourself for being so goddamn weak. You should have known better.

You don't have to look up to know that it's him.

"Are you hiding from me?" Steve's voice comes, quiet and curious and maybe just a little bit hurt, even.

"I got...suddenly nauseous," you explain weakly, still refusing to look up and meet his eyes.

There's a long stretch of silence, and you feel Steve move closer to you until he's leaning against the wall by your side. You finally look up and find him smiling, this gentle, amused little thing that makes your traitorous heart skip a beat.

"You look just fine to me."

You stare up at the sky, head against the wall. "I thought I was gonna throw up."

He's still watching you, you can tell; you're keenly aware of his eyes on you, so much so that your skin prickles at the attention. "No, you didn't."

"No, I didn't," you admit with a sigh, and turn your head to finally look at him. He's got this little half-smile on his lips, the very same one you fell for years ago, and you curse yourself silently for never learning how to let him go. Really let him go.

"Hey. Listen. You don't have to tell me, okay?" Steve says gently, pushing himself off the wall to step closer to you. He brings his hand up to your face and tucks a loose lock of hair behind your ear, letting his fingertips linger on the edge of your jaw for the briefest of moments, just long enough for you to wonder whether he knows what he's doing to you.

You don't dare to move. You're afraid of breaking whatever spell has seemingly come over him.

"I should've never asked. That was selfish."

"Forget it," you say.

He's standing close now, close enough that you have to tilt your chin up to be able to look up at him properly. There's a strange kind of tension in his eyes, something dark and unsure and tentative, and his gaze darts down to your lips just the slightest bit.

You're fairly sure you're just seeing what you want to see, your foolish heart playing tricks on you. But you panic nonetheless, feeling a sudden, irrational fear that if he moves any closer, he'll realize the truth — that you're a liar and a coward, that you've been harboring these feelings of yours for him for years.

"I should—I should go. Back inside," you mutter, pointing vaguely at the door with your thumb. "In there."

"Sure, yeah. Okay. In there," he echoes, not making a single move to leave. "Not out here."

"Yup. Exactly. In there."

"So you said."

"Yep."

The wall of the diner is digging into your spine uncomfortably, and your mouth is dry, and your knees feel weak, and your stomach is doing somersaults, and the longer he stares at you with those eyes of his the more you feel like you're burning from the inside out and—

He's not moving. All he does is look at you, really look at you, as if it's the first time he's really looked, as if he's seeing something that wasn't there before.

"Okay, so—"

You try to push past him towards the door, but Steve grabs your arm, making you stop dead in your tracks. He lets go as soon as you look up at him, lifting his hand in front of him in an apologetic gesture.

"Sorry. I'm sorry," he says. He swallows hard and rubs his palm on the front of his jeans, a nervous little habit you think he's always had. He runs his hand through his hair, mussing up the carefully gelled strands, and it's probably the first time you've ever seen him look so flustered.

He laughs nervously and gestures at the ground with his hands as he speaks. "Look, this is just—this is just crazy, okay, but I think I, uh, maybe sort of realized something."

You blink at him, not quite certain you're hearing him correctly.

"Realized what?" you ask, the words barely more than a whisper.

Steve clears his throat and nods at you, seemingly pleased that you've finally spoken. "Yeah, well, this is stupid, but you know how you're always telling me to listen to my gut?"

"You're not making a whole lot of sense right now, Steve."

"Just bear with me for a sec, okay? This is like, totally new to me." He holds his palms up, and you notice his hands are shaking a little. "I just need a minute, alright?"

He breathes in deep and exhales slowly, then shoots you an apologetic look.

"Sorry, this is just...really weird," he confesses. "Weirdly real."

"You're freaking me out," you tell him, but Steve only smiles at you.

"Maybe I should just show you. Because, I mean, what if I'm wrong? That'd be terrible, obviously."

"Steve."

"Yeah, I know, but hear me out, okay?" he says quickly, and takes another step closer. You stand your ground this time, if only because you don't trust yourself to actually move without your legs giving out. "So, look. Here's the thing. You're, like—you're one of the most important people in my life. You've been there for me when nobody else was, and I...you mean a lot to me."

"Steve—"

"Shut up, you're ruining the moment."

He takes another step forward until he's crowding you against the wall, hand coming to rest next to your head on the brick. He's close, so close that you can smell the scent of his cologne and shampoo and laundry detergent, and if you were to lean in even the slightest bit, your faces would bump.

Steve is a little out of breath, his lips parted ever so slightly. And he's still looking at you with that strange, searching expression of his.

"Is this okay?" he whispers.

"I don't—what?"

Your voice catches in your throat. There's no room for doubt in his eyes now, not even the tiniest, slightest sliver of uncertainty left.

"This," Steve murmurs.

He tilts his head to the side a little and leans in until you're sure your noses are touching, and you feel your eyes slip closed in anticipation.

"Is this okay?" he repeats in a whisper. "Please tell me I'm not crazy."

"I think I am."

His lips brush yours. It feels like an accident, doesn't last long enough to be anything but a dream. You can still taste the faint, sweet trace of sugar and mint on your tongue when he pulls away, though.

"Just to be clear," Steve whispers, his fingers brushing lightly over the skin of your neck, tracing invisible lines that make you shiver, "am I the guy from earlier? The one you like?"

You don't have it in you to deny it anymore.

"Yes. It's you."

A wide grin breaks out across his face, and suddenly he's everywhere; he cups your face in his hands, pressing eager, fervent kisses along the line of your jaw, trailing hot and open-mouthed down the side of your neck.

You giggle helplessly, grabbing Steve by his collar to pull him away from you and up to your eye level. He's breathing just as heavily as you are, his hair messy and his eyes bright.

"How do you do this to me, huh?" he pants, kissing your forehead, the tip of your nose, the corner of your mouth. "You just—you just completely knock me out."

A pleasant little thrill rushes up your spine at that.

"Oh yeah?"

"Completely."

You kiss him this time.

[soft-beams]

caitvi x f!reader, established!vi x reader

caitlyn's nervous and you're there to...help.

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"Keep her alive, sweetheart," Vi says to you, leaning in to peck your cheek. "I'll be right back."

Then she's headed down to the hall to see Babette. Leaving you and Caitlyn standing in the hallway of the Brothel, noises of the various sort sounding left and right.

This isn't anything new to you; you're undercity born, and it isn't uncommon to hear unsavory noises now and again. People fuck everywhere down here, it's surprising that a lot of it is happening in the Brothel.

But you can tell Caitlyn is nervous with how she fidgets. Her eyes are darting all over, cheeks delicately flushed as she's exposed to what most Topsiders aren't exposed to. She's on edge, looking as if she's about to burst out of her own skin.

So you attempt to comfort her, aiming a small smile her way which is weakly returns.

"You've gotta try and relax, y'know?" You tell her, leaning against the wall behind you. "Being in here is all about being confident and letting people know you aren't from out of town."

"Easy for you to say," Caitlyn grumbles, still looking around, her body tight and rigid. "I wasn't...I'm not used to—"

"I know," you assure her, smiling and hold out your hand. "I'm here to help so we can, at least, survive until Vi comes back. Let's find an empty room and pretend you're my client or something."

Caitlyn looks down at your hand before grasping it, allowing herself to be led down the hallway. She notes how soft your hands feel, along with the small ridges of callouses that lay on the width of your palm. A stunning contrast that feels...very nice.

You quickly find an empty room and slip the both of you inside it. Then you perch yourself onto the couch, sinking into the cushions with a pleased sigh. Caitlyn watches you from the doorway, wondering what's to happen next.

But you leading her is a common theme this evening, your eyes pining her down as you beckon her with a curl of your finger. Caitlyn feels herself go flush, the sight of someone as beautiful as you calling her forth not going unnoticed to her.

She steps forward, ready to sink into the couch by your side, when she thinks of Vi and stops.

You notice.

"What's wrong?" You ask, concerned, and Caitlyn looks behind her, as if Vi's been there watching her eye up her girlfriend. She swallows and asks:

"Is this okay? It's not going to...make Vi upset?"

You stare at her for a second before your lips curve into a sly smile.

"Why? Do you like me or something?"

Caitlyn quickly shakes her head, so fast it pains her neck and she's saying, "No, of course not! I mean, I do like you as a friend a-and I enjoy your c-company and—"

You lean forward with a laugh, reaching out to take her hands and pull her onto the couch.

"I'm just messing with you!" You exclaim, laughing still. "Listen, Vi's not gonna get mad at me pretending to flirt with you. We've been apart for seven years and are still strong, our relationship is rock solid." Then you smile, reaching out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind Caitlyn's ear, the touch leaving a burning sensation. "Besides, I really don't think she'd mind. Two hotties sitting real close and personal as they talk about who knows what."

You're really close when you say that, your breath warm over Caitlyn's mouth, your knee pressed against hers and—

Caitlyn swallows.

[heich0e]

"what a surprise to see you here!"

you let out a long, weary sigh in the wake of the unduly jubilant exclamation, letting your bag hit the desk in front of you with a thump.

"i work here, gojo. just like you."

the aforementioned man steps into view around your shoulder, craning down into your face with that same easy grin he always wears—the one you find exhausting just to look at on days like today, because you know it means he plans on tormenting you for an extended period of time.

"and aren't we both so lucky to be here?" he hums, still smiling.

lucky?

you stand before him filthy and aching from the mission you'd just returned from, and with a night's worth of your students' assignments in hand you still need to grade by tomorrow morning. you're tired, and sore, and covered in curse guts and god only knows what else—and this smiling, obnoxious man hovering over you is calling you lucky.

you wish his blindfold was elasticated. if it was, you'd take hold of it, pull it back as far as you could, and let it snap it back over his eyes just to spite him.

"what do you want, gojo?" you don't even have the energy to sound annoyed anymore, the question leaving your lips in a lifeless monotone.

he pauses.

"you look terrible."

your head whips over to look at him again, and you immediately wince—a hand flying up to your neck. you think you must have strained it taking care of that last second grade curse. it hasn't been bothering you as much as the pain in your side, so you've mostly been ignoring it until now.

"gojo, if y—"

"gojo, gojo, gojo," he interrupts you before you can even manage to get the insult you'd been trying to say out. his tone is petulant, a little pout on his lips. "i've told you to call me satoru."

he enunciates each syllable of his name pointedly—like a reprimand.

"and why would I call you that?" you huff, tired of dealing with him. you grab your bag off the desktop, shove the stack of papers you'd come to your classroom to retrieve inside, and turn towards the door.

"because it's my name?" his tone lifts at the end like he's asking a question. "besides, you call sukuna by his name."

he's following along behind you. of course he's following behind you—you don't know why you expected to get away so easily.

"i call sukuna by his name because there's two itadoris now," you reply back, not that you owe him any kind of explanation. your steps are quick in spite of the stabbing pain in your side—literal, not figurative—but unfortunately it takes no effort at all for gojo to match your stride.

gojo groans a little. "how'd a guy that awful end up with such a cute little brother?" he whines, tipping his head back like he's lodging the complaint with a higher power. "my sweet yuuji and him have nothing in common beyond their family name."

you don't bother replying, stepping out from the main school building into the courtyard that leads towards the student dorms and teachers' residences. gojo is still close behind.

you find it ironic that gojo takes such issue with sukuna, a fellow sorcerer and jujutsu tech instructor, when there's no offence sukuna could be accused of that gojo himself is not equally guilty of committing. at least sukuna has the decency to not claim to be, well, decent.

there's something to be said for self-awareness.

"are you planning on following me the entire way home?" you ask him, irritation heavy in your voice.

"hey, i live there too, y'know," gojo counters.

barely, you can't help but think. gojo very rarely stays in his residence on campus. you're not sure where he spends all his time, whether it be a place off campus or even the gojo family compound, but you know it isn't here.

not that you particularly care.

"are geto and shoko busy tonight or something?" you ask again.

"suguru's away for a mission," gojo answers, seemingly not put off at all by the hostility in your tone. "shoko should be in her office, though."

you roll your eyes at his obvious evasion of your implication.

you freeze when you feel a hand touch your waist. the hand holding your bag goes limp at your side.

satoru is standing right behind you.

"your rib's broken."

it's quiet for a moment, but when you turn around, he's not smiling anymore and he's got his blindfold tugged down by one crooked finger. his eyes—the ones you so rarely see, the ones that make you feel equal parts awestruck and reviled—are on you.

"since shoko's in her office, you should go see her about it."

in one smooth motion, he covers his eyes again.

your teeth clench, your jaw tensing.

the next words you speak are barely audible through the barrier of your bite.

"what was that?" he asks, leaning forward in your space again.

you consider not repeating yourself, but all at once your resolve abandons you. you sigh, hanging your head and then you purse your lips in defeat.

"i c... i can't walk any further."

gojo laughs.

"i'm surprised you made it this far," he says, that bright smile of his back in place.

and so, a few minutes later, you find yourself with your arms wrapped around his neck and your legs around his waist as gojo carries you towards shoko's office in the infirmary.

"you're lucky i found you when i did, you know."

lucky. there he goes with that again.

you snort mirthlessly.

"and all you have to do to repay me is say 'thank you satoru!'" he exclaims, his voice rising an octave in what you can only assume is an offensive imitation of what you sound like to him.

"i'm not saying that," you mutter dourly, your grip on his neck tightening—though not enough to actually satisfy your desire to wring his neck.

"so stubborn," he tuts, but there's no real admonishment in his tone.

"i wouldn't call sukuna by his name if i didn't have to. but there's two itadoris, it just makes sense." you say after a while, the infirmary nearly in sight. you're grateful you're so close to relief, because the ache in your rib is so acute now that you're starting to feel lightheaded. you lean in closer to gojo's back as he carries you, letting him bear your weight a bit more. "there's only one gojo."

a breathy chuckle slips from his lips—so gentle it sounds almost involuntary. "only one gojo, huh?" he repeats your words, almost like he's mulling them over.

you hum affirmatively, letting your chin hook over his shoulder as he turns the final corner towards shoko's office. your eyes flutter closed. "yeah, lucky for me."

[lint-beetle4]

Wukong x Fem Reader smut

Wukong with a breeding kink and Y/n who's very motherly, especially with the little monkeys and that just fuels his kink more as well as the idea of having a family with her.

King and His Queen (Sun Wukong x Fem!Reader Smut)

Wukong knew you were the one the moment that you started to coo at the his younger subjects, eager to baby them and learn how to care for them

What more could a king ask of his queen then to help in the raising of his subjects?

Wukong would help new mothers with their children, and sometimes just take the younger ones out of their hands for the older monkeys to get some peace

With you at his side? He could feel an old emotion stir in his gut as you gushed over his baby monkeys

He always talked fondly about the littler subjects, how they were full of spark and innocence

The way you smiled at them had his heart stuttering, and the way you presented a child to him made his instincts buzz in him

It was a fantasy of his for you to bear his child, for him to be able to claim you as his mate by dumping his seed into you

He almost felt embarrassed by it, but the prospect of having a family with you was just as enticing

Wukong felt his old age at the thought of how time would pass away so quickly with a family like that

He wants to see your kids walk and talk, learn about the world outside of them and listen to Wukong's tales

Wukong wanted nothing more than to have cubs of his own, with you and the moment he asked he felt rather silly at the way he stammered through the question, watching your face shift from confused to understanding in record time

"I just think--y'know--if we had..um--" Wukong took a deep breath trying to force the words out of his mouth. "Cubs, y'know? Of course, this is a serious commitment and all but--"

You shushed Wukong with a knowing and excited smile. Wukong never seemed to get over his stage freight, even if the stage was simply the way you patiently waited for him to finish. Knowing your poor lover would tie his tongue trying to finish his proposal, you nodded.

"I would love to bear your cubs, Wukong." You hugged him tightly, feeling his arms wrap around with gently. "It would make me so happy if we could raise a family together."

Wukong laughed wetly, grabbing your face to kiss you as he tried his hardest to ignore the way his tears drenched his fur. You deepened the kiss, dragging Wukong closer to you as your heart pounded in your chest.

Wukong lifted you up, carrying you to your shared bedroom. He gave you a slight peck on the cheek, trailing down your neck as he removed your clothing, treating you as if you were porcelain. Wukong's hands fondled your breasts, brushing over nipples playfully as he bit onto your neck, sucking the skin tightly.

You hissed slightly, back arching as Wukong rolled your nipples between his fingers. His tongue was wet against the darkening bruise, and he trailed your body with more gentle kisses. With piercing gold eyes, Wukong never broke eye contact with you as he sucked on one of your breasts, biting the nipple slightly.

You moaned against him, your hips grinding against a well placed leg. As Wukong gave attention to other, your hands stroked his hair, fingers getting tangled in his wild mane. Wukong shivered at the way your nails scratched his scalp.

Wukong pulled away from your chest with an audible 'pop,' the sage's hand massaging your hips as his mouth breathed onto your wet pussy. Your hips bucked impatiently, Wukong sucking eagerly on your juices, his tongue sending waves of pleasure through your core. You whimper, hands holding Wukong's head closer as you grind into his face. Wukong ate you out furiously, lapping up your fluids as his tongue swirled around your clit.

You felt his fingers enter inside of you, curling slightly to hit your g-spot. You hum desperately as the duel sensation of his fingers and tongue overwhelmed you with intense waves of pleasure. Yet before you could cum, Wukong pulled away apologetically, holding his cock, wet with precum.

You spread your legs wider for him, begging him to enter.

Wordlessly, Wukong slid inside of you slowly, pausing to let you adjust to the painful stretch. At your command, Wukong bottomed out with a groan, his cock twitching inside of you.

"Breed me, Wukong." You breathed, grinding against his dick. "Fill me with your pups."

Wukong thrusted violent in you, more bites littering your neck as his movements become more desperate and animal-like. You wrapped your legs around the sage, his cock hitting deeply in your pussy. You continued to moan, nearly screaming as Wukong claw's tore through the covers.

With a growl and a final thrust, Wukong held you close, hugging you tightly as he filled you. You whimper, cumming around his cock. Wukong's purrs filled the air as he nuzzled against you, his cock still buried deep into you as it hardened once more.

"I'll fill you up, my queen." He muttered, hips thrusting once more. "I'll give you all my pups."

[stary-darlin]

LOVE DUEL

— boxer!ellie williams x reader

TROPE: strangers to lovers

SUMMARY: when work calls and you have nothing to do than follow your boss's rules, going to the WWE match that had a boxer you never saw before, same in her chillness when she fights and when she flirts with you infront of camera — basically fearing no one, and that what attracted you to her. Not knowing that she already had you in her wishlist of the life.

OTHER: mentions of misogyny, and just two horny mfs daydreamin' about each other :3

Ellie walked in with her coach behind her, with nothing more than the screams and chanting of her name echoing around the boxing match, her fans all around waving to her and trying to get her attention as if she was a goddess in front of them. And she loved every bit of it.

Her smirk wide from both sides of her face as she looked up at the audience, waving to them all, loving how all of their eyes were on her. She was not an attention seeker but she was an attention eater if you may say, the only difference between them both is that attention seekers are desperate for attention but Ellie? she receives it everywhere she goes, she doesn't have to work for it, the world itself was the one who needed her attention. I mean, come on, she's hot, she's smart, and she has the power of 100 men by herself. Of course, she didn't want anything after that, right? wrong. She wanted—she needed you. he interviewer who looked like a deer in the headlights with all the flashes going around the room, and she loved that about you. she loved how you looked like you were a masterpiece in an old man's house, his ass too old to even look at you for a second; overall just in the wrong place, and she would love to make herself your right place.

She took a seat on the bench infront of the boxing ring, taking her bottle from her coach and taking a sip, everyone's eyes were on her while her eyes were on you as you talked to the camera infront of you with that fake smile on that you thought you perfected but not to ellie though, she knew you. She knew you were holding your annoyance inside of you and smiling, acting happy as if you weren't scared of the men yelling by her side and chanting Ellie's opponent's name, thinking that ellie would lose because she is a women while the most gorgeous women is next to them, trying to hear through the ear-headset as you nodded. very misogynistic of them.

She smirked and waved to — you — the camera, winking as you kept the smile on, speaking about the information of ellie that you memorized from the day you got the papers sent to your desk. your hand gripping the microphone and the other brushing your hair through your fingers when the camera turned to the hallway as ellie's opponent came out, the man buffer than any man you ever saw in your whole life — which was full of skinny tired employees — gazing back at ellie, seeing that she already was looking at you with that same face-eating smirk of hers, not giving a flying fuck about the 10x sized man that was supposed to be her opponent.

All the cameras were on the opponent and ellie to catch their reactions to each other but Ellie was very much not there, waving and giggling like a little girl when she knew she catched your attention. walking to you, your team noticed it and used it to their advantage, pointing the camera at her and you before you started interviewing her.

"the infamous death-doer is here all of a sudden, i see." you spoke with a light tone, raising your brows as she smirked and tilted her head to the side, not even glancing at the camera.

"the infamous death-doer and ladies-attracter, y'know." she winked before laughing, her confidence over the hills. you giggled — a genuine giggle that ellie took as a compliment to herself — looking at her with those sweet-looking eyes that she would do anything to keep them in her direction.

"ladies-attracter, huh? why that nickname?" you crossed your arm, being comfortable for once since the whole time you were here. Ellie's fans screaming as they heard the nickname that ellie gave herself all of a sudden.

Ellie watched you smile with those lips of yours, oh how desperate she was for those lips of yours. "i mean aren't i one?" she raised a brow, looking up at her audience and back to you; half of the audience were girls, screaming from the top of their longs for her. you looked at her audience and chuckled, "guess it's your trait isn't it?" Ellie nodded proudly.

"well is being not scared from buff men one of your traits?" you asked, bringing the microphone to her. "you could say that, i just don't see what is so fearful about them. you only get the idea of scary because they take much space unlike what we usually see in a normal day, besides if it wasn't for their muscles and buffy arms they would be like any other man, useless, that's why they get that figure of theirs, to obtain dominance cause they don't have it without all that." she spoke confidently as she looked at the opponent and back to the camera for a second before shrugging her arms and looking back at you. "so that's your answer, darlin'"

"oh, that–" you stuttered as you looked at her with widened eyes, her words leaving you stunned. you let out a giggle, "i cannot give my opinion but you very much spoke my mind." you nodded. Ellie smiling as she heard your reply and seeing your reaction before seeing her coach waving to her to get ready. "well i will have to go, love. here," she took your hand and wrote on her number on it with the pen that you had in your cards, her handwriting cursive and rough with sharp edges like her routine in boxing that you watched last night to get to know her. Ellie turned your hand and kissed your knuckles before looking at your for the last time and walking to her coach.

You sat down as you watched the match begin, Ellie sitting in her corner of the boxing ring, manspreading with her eyes keeping an eye contact with her opponent, a smirk forms on the corner of her lips as she sees her opponent growl — trying to act scary, I guess — But it didn't work on her. She got up as soon as she saw the host standing infront of her, starting the match.

The size and height difference between the man and Ellie was very obvious, everyone doubted that she would lose except you. You believed she could do it if she had that real confidence and speed to hit her opponent at the right time. You were no expert in this but Ellie sure did, you watched four matches of hers since her debut and you saw that nothing changed. Same confidence, the same smirk, and the same hate for men. Maybe that was the thing that drove her to be who she is now; as professional as other boxers who said that no women could outstand them since they were stronger and took much longer to be who they were but Ellie pushed all that behind her it's nothing. You loved it, loved how she is who you want to be, who you desire to be with; and you wanted to know more about her.

Ellie raised her chin to the man, her expression calm, mocking him while he looked at her with an angry expression looking like a Buffalo getting ready to punch someone's ass, and no it wasn't her ass, it was his own.

Ellie let out a chuckle after the man tried to punch her straight in the face, which she dodged easily like it was a fly. Ellie took two steps back and he followed her by as if he was her little pup. Ellie quickly moved to the side, pulling his leg and making him fall so easily. The man let out a roar — yeah, maybe he was indeed a furry... — quickly getting himself up, throwing himself at her to pin her on the floor. Ellie noticed and moved away in a second as he fell on the floor like a cartoon character, she quickly sat on his back and twisted his arm behind his back with her other arm around his neck. Such an easy act that can make a bull weak in a second.

Everyone gasped at her sudden dominance over the guy who was supposed to win but didn't. The host quickly ran to the boxing ring and started counting down, Ellie keeping the man on the ground with all of the strength she had, her opponent unable to move his face slowly turning red as the host finally counted to zero. Ellie's audience stood up and screamed, chanting her name. Ellie stood up and jumped off the boxing ring like it was another Tuesday.

Every reporter watched her with their jaw on the ground. "That was– unbelievable! One round, just a couple of minutes, and the man is down!" You spoke as you looked at the camera. "For the first time, in boxing history, something like this happened before!"

Ellie's name echoed through the roof of the room, her bodyguards standing around her to portect her from the crowd that was running towards her. The spotlight was all on her, leaving the man with the failure of his own. She walked out through the hallway to her backstage, the guards closing the doors of the hallway to not let anyone get it, leaving you and the team to record the scene before it calms down.

You looked at your palm that had her number and wrote it down in your card, putting it in your bag so you could call her when you get home.

This seems like it will be a long journey, but hopefully it will be worth it.

All rights reserved to @stary-darlin , please do not copy, rewrite, translate my works on any other platform.

Requests are open!! <3

[jellyfishrnice]

Just imagine being Sevikas unofficial girlfriend/lover/situationship/ nothing serioussss 😍😍😍

(Omg sevika stop looking at me like that 😩😩😩 )

Sure, you two weren't techinacly official (sevika saying you two were "just friends"), but you never really strayed from her tight hold on you, but tonight was different.

After a rather difficult argument with Sevika over her going to a brothel house for the 2nd time this month, you decided to blow off some steam at a trashy club somewhere deep in the undercity.

You were tipsy off of the many drinks you had and the music playing had you swaying to the beat in the sea of people, you hadn't even noticed but Sevika (being toxic as ever) followed you and was watching you from across the floor, sipping on some hard liquor and trying not to rip the eyes out the skull of the random person grinding on your ass.

But of course, you just had to provoke her as much as possible. The sight of you reciprocating this assholes advances by turning around to face her, grabbing her by the neck and then kissing her-

Sevika was out of her seat before she even registered what was happening. And the next thing she remembers is her fists being bloody and your screams trying to beg her to get off the other woman.

You succeed somehow and drag her off the poor girl and gripping her by the wrist out the back door before you both God in trouble, but it probably wouldn't matter anyway since Sevika gets away with everything.

Including fucking you over! (In both ways)

"God, can't you just leave me alone?!" You shouted while trying to shove Sevika but she only smirked and looked at the ground with her hands on her hips.

"Y'know if you wanted to be treated like someone random slut you could have just told me-"

"You already treat me like one anyway, so what does it matter!?" You screamed at her, the clubs music still blasting inside, you so wish you were back in there with that gorgeous woman. Too bad Sevika always has to ruin your fun.

"Like hell I do, I treat you better than anyone else could in this damn city," Sevika scoffed at your comment, don't you know how good you have it with her?

"Oh my- so you're aloud to fuck anyone in the city, but the second I start to even- dance with someone you get to storm over and-" your rant was interrupted by Sevikas lips on yours.

You only tried to push back for a second but the oh so familiar scent of her filled your nose and her dark lips tasted of whiskey and smoke. Her hands found your wrists and pinned them on both sides of your head, pushing you onto the brick wall of the club alleyway.

You heard a small groan from her before her pulling back suddenly, still close enough for you see her pretty gray eyes glazed over with lust and her soft pretty lips slightly ajar.

"missed you sweetheart," she mumbled.

You let out a shaky sigh and leaned forward again, shoving your tongue into her mouth.

She let your wrists go for a moment only to grab your by the thighs to pick you up, your legs wrapping around her muscular waist on instinct. Your hands found their way into her dark hair, gripping it tightly and invoking a beautiful groan from her.

It felt so nice and familiar to have her so close again, comforting and reliable.

And the next morning you woke up in her bed, naked, and in the same place you always find yourself; in Sevikas bed with her arms wrapped around your waist and her soft chest pressed against your back; a stark contracts to her rough hands and scared forearms. You sighed and tried to move away from her, trying to get up to leave, but she only mumbled something you couldn't hear and pulled you back into her arms. You sighed and let her hug you, dreading when she would let you go.

Sometimes, it really felt like she owned you, heart and body.

-

Not proofread but she's so toxic omggg 😫

[nakylvr]

can i req gp!daniela x f!reader smut with semi-public sex when danon were at that festival or whatever bc the photo dani posted on her ig (the one on the swing) is making me feel too many things

this was lowkey one of my favs to write...thank you for requesting anon! 🫶

— CARNIVAL 🛡️

warnings/tags: language, nsfw content, f!reader, g!p!daniela, dom!daniela, sub!reader, semi-public sex, unprotected sex, mami kink, cumming inside

minors dni

you always enjoyed a good festival. so when you managed to score two-day tickets for you, daniela, and manon, you were ecstatic. you were one to bring a tent seeing as it went throughout the whole weekend and you had other friends who were there also, so you wanted a mutual meeting space for everyone.

for the second night, dani told you in advance that she would be there later with manon, having to stay at the house for their 1 year reunion (that was not live, as dani thoroughly explained, irritated that she would be late). so you were currently sitting outside the tent on one of the lawn chairs your friend had brought, a bit away from the crowd that was only growing as the night progressed.

"hey, yn!"

you look up hearing manon's voice, and a smile instantly forms on your face seeing her and dani walking up to you. standing up on your feet, you flatten your skirt and hold your arms out wide. manon quickly hugs you first before taking a step back and glancing around at the environment. "there's a lot more people tonight."

"well with carti headlining tonight it only makes sense," you respond as daniela silently wraps her arms around you. "hi, baby," your smile grows bigger as she rests her chin on your shoulder.

"you look really good," dani murmurs into your ear.

"thank you!" you beam as she pulls away, pecking her lips quickly. "i had a feeling you would like it."

"mm, well i do," she nods, her arms snaking around your waist. "a lot, in fact."

"i'm sure," you smile innocently at her, clearly seeing the way she was practically undressing you with her eyes. "but for now, let's go have some fun!"

after an hour or two of going on little rides and the giant swing the festival had, eating overpriced food, and hanging out, the night was nearing the time of the headliner to start. standing near the back of the crowd as the current performer finishes, daniela wraps her arms around you from behind, pulling you close against her.

"y'know we have at least fifteen minutes until the set starts," she mumbles into your ear, her fingers grazing your skin under the crop top you were wearing.

she starts leaving light kisses down your neck, and you know what she's trying to do. "you just can't keep your hands to yourself, can you?" you tilt your head to the side a bit, your hands on top of hers but not making any attempt to move her.

"not when you look this good," dani speaks quietly, her voice low so that only you can hear. "how can i when you're practically asking me to fuck you in this slutty outfit?"

"dani-"

"come with me," daniela cuts you off before you can get another word out, grabbing your hand as she starts walking away from the crowd.

"dani, where are we going?" you ask, but aren't really annoyed at her actions despite trying to be. you're not surprised, really. whenever you wore something she liked a little too much, she ended up doing this. dragging you off somewhere for a quickie before going back or going home depending on her mood. "dani," you say more sternly when she doesn't respond.

she doesn't answer you, stopping in front of the tent and unzipping it open. she gently pulls you inside before zipping it back up and closed again. turning around to face you, dani grabs you by your waist and kisses you roughly, her lips moving faster than you could keep up with.

"dani– this is way too public," you get out through kisses, your hands on her shoulders but not making any real attempt to push her off.

"no one will see," daniela murmurs, "you just gotta be quiet for me, you got that?" she says, her fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt. "c'mon, baby. don't leave me hanging like this." she grabs one of your hands, bringing it to her visible bulge in her baggy pants.

"you're so annoying, you know that?" you reply with a non-serious eye roll.

"you love me," she whispers, pulling you into another kiss.

laying you down on the floor of the tent, you peer up at dani as she fumbles with the buttons of her pants before sliding them down her legs along with her boxers. hiking your skirt up, she groans lowly at the evident wet patch on your panties, dragging her fingers up and down your clothed slit before pushing the material aside.

with one swift thrust, you can feel every vein and ridge of her cock filling you up, leaving you letting out a sharp gasp at the sudden intrusion. "fuck..." dani breathes out. "you're always so goddamn tight," she mumbles, starting to move her hips in a fast rhythm.

"oh my god, dani–" you're cut off of your moaning when one of daniela's hands clasps over your mouth firmly.

"shh, you gotta be quiet, baby," she says to you lowly. her other hand is secured on your waist as she pounds into you at a fast pace. "ju-just be quiet f' me," she grunts, her nails digging into your soft skin.

all you can do is nod your head, your moans coming out muffled past her hand as you try to be as quiet as possible. you stare up at your girlfriend who is so focused on getting to cum as quickly as possible, little grunts and whimpers escaping her mouth as she thrusts into you. she looks so good like this, too lost in her own pleasure that she doesn't even notice the noises she's making herself.

"fuck," daniela curses, leaning down and putting her face in the crook of your neck, her hips showing no sign of slowing down anytime soon. "god, you feel so good, baby."

your arms instinctively reach for her back, pulling her down closer to you while gripping her jacket tightly. your eyes roll to the back of your head when you feel the tip of her cock hit your g-spot, moaning loudly through her hand and squirming under her touch. "fuck...mami," your words come out barely audible through the muffled voice of yours.

"shit," dani hisses into your ear hearing the title fall from your lips. "you always take me so good, so good, baby," she mumbles into your neck. your walls spasm around her cock at the words, clenching tightly causing her to groan lowly. "fuck..you gonna cum, baby?"

you nod your head feverishly, your grip on her jacket getting tighter as your moaning comes out louder as her hand loosens slightly from being so focused on getting off. "please," you whimper softly. "please, mami, 'm so close, please,"

"go on, baby," she tells you. her thrusts are becoming more sloppy and erratic as her breathing gets heavy against the skin of your neck, her hand leaving your mouth and trailing down your chest, reaching under your shirt and fondling your breast in her hand. your body shakes under her as your eyes roll back and you cum on her cock, your jaw falling slack in a silent scream. "fuck, 'm gonna cum. let-let me cum in you, please, baby," dani borderline begs, getting interrupted by more sighs and whimpers leaving her mouth.

"mhm," is all you can hum, nodding your head as your hand finds her hair and runs through it.

a long groan comes from dani as she thrusts into you one last time, filling you up and painting your walls white with her cum. panting heavily into your neck, she slowly pulls out of you, causing you to let out a quiet whimper at the feeling disappearing. pulling away from your neck, her hand moves up to cup your cheek, kissing you deeply.

"i love you," she mumbles against your lips, parting from the kiss. sitting back, she pulls her pants back on and buttons them up before pulling your skirt back down and flattening it, a small smirk on her face as she sees her cum dripping out from you. "don't worry, baby. we can leave as soon as carti's set is over."

you can't find it in you to roll your eyes at her words, merely nodding your head and letting her grab your hand to pull you up. "you're so annoying," you mumble, leaning against her.

"yet you love me," she whispers, smiling at you.

"i do."

[sccrim]

SLEEPOVER !

warnings ( smut w plot , teasing , unprotected pnv , hair pulling , oral , ass slapping , degrading / praising , demanding , creampies )

you and sarah are best friends. you guys decided to have a sleepover since rafe wasn’t going to be home for the night. so at least you thought.

shout out to the weeknd for his music bc i probably wouldn’t have made it this long and detailed w/o his music BAHAH.

tags : @rissouu

you and sarah had just got done watching a movie. well— you finished it. sarah fell asleep 15 minutes before the movie ended. you grabbed the empty popcorn bag and cups— heading downstairs to clean everything up. you didn’t have to but you weren’t comfortable with leaving the place dirty.

after finishing, you decided to sit on the chair by the island table getting lost away to tiktok. you could have went back upstairs but you didn’t want to wake sarah up. maybe you should have though — when you heard the sound of someone trying to open the front door. your heart beating faster than normal. grabbing a knife and walking towards the door just to see the door knob turn. before you could even lift the knife up, you saw it was rafe.

"holy fuck, you scared me." taking a deep breath in and walking back to the kitchen. rafe not saying a word just staring at your ass switching back and forth. you had completely forgot you were in your underwear. "didn’t mean to scare you." he finally opened up. "it’s cool. thought you were staying at toppers." you placed the knife back. "i was but then ruthie came and i knew he was gonna wanna fuck her so i left."

"she didn’t bring a friend? y'know a two man." you laughed. "you thought i wouldn’t be home so you decide to walk around in your underwear?" you felt your face turn red. embarrassed at the fact that rafe just saw your pink lace underwear. "okay, embarrassing but yes." you kinda laughed to hold in the pain. "cute."

"sarah sleeping?"

"yeah, why?"

"just asking."

rafe bit the inside of his cheek, admiring your body. the way your tits sit so perfect in that tank top. your nipples piercing through. "hello, eyes up here." you didn’t mind the man staring but you couldn’t let him know that. "right— sorry. don’t want your boyfriend to get mad." rafe laughed. rafe could give two fucks if you had a boyfriend or not. he’ll still stare.

"oh yeah we broke up."

"whys that?"

"he cheated."

the silence filled the room up. "he cheated? on you?" he finally broke the silence. "yeah— but it’s okay. was gonna break up with him anyway." rafes face kind of lit up in excitement. "awh, what’s that?" trying to sound concerned, knowing damn well he wanted to rip your shirt and underwear off. "don’t wanna talk about it." you didn’t want to tell him the only reason you were gonna break up with your ex was because you had been having thoughts about someone else.

about a month ago, you were having dirty thoughts of rafe fucking the shit out of you. you wanted this man bad. you wanted him to rough you up to where you cried. as crazy as that sounds, it sounded perfect to you. "well, i should go to sleep now before sarah wakes up." you smiled at him. you began to walk but before you knew rafe picked you up, placing you on the cold island table.

"you know you look beautiful when the moon shines on your eyes." he lifted up your chin with his finger. "rafe—" you looked into his eyes. "hm?" he began kissing your neck. "i should go." you whispered. you didn’t want to go but you were nervous. this is rafe. rafe cameron. the rudest boy of outerbanks. this was your best friends brother!

"you want me to stop?" he started rubbing the outside of your underwear. he side smirked feeling that you were already wet for the man. "tell me to stop then." him teasing you. you wanted to tell him but all came out was— "fuck me."

"sorry what?"

"please fuck me."

"begging already?"

"not yet princess."

rafe unbuttoning his shorts. "get on your knees." he demanded. this is what you wanted. you wanted this man to control you. you jumped off the island table and got on your knees. you pulled down his boxers, already to see his dick rock solid. before he could even say something, his dick was already in your mouth. rafe moaned of pleasure. looking down at you, getting harder and turned on. he grabbed your hair and began to move your head deeper to his dick.

"fuck." he whispered. you began touching yourself hearing rafe moan out how good he was feeling. he pulls his dick out from your mouth and taps his dick on your lips, causing you to open your mouth again for him to slip it back in. "such a good fucking slut."

rafe picked you up and turned you around. you leaning on the kitchen counter. pulling your hair as he slipped his dick in you. "so fucking tight." he whispered in your ear as he began thrusting in you. "faster rafe." you whispered causing him to grab your hips and slam into you, going faster. both of you guys trying to catch your breaths. "shut up before sarah hears you." he slapped your ass.

"p-please don’t stop." you stuttered. "does your boyfriend make you feel this good." he asked. you nodding your head no. "speak up." his voice deepened. "no." rafe leaning his head up. "good."

rafe pulled out and before you could turn around, you just felt his tongue on your clit. "r-" he started moving his tongue in a circulating movement. "don’t stop." you whispered, moving your hips in the same movement he is moving his tongue. rafe jerking off at the same time. he didn’t want you to cum just yet. he was waiting for the moment he would cum too.

"oh god. don’t fucking stop." you repeated. you knew you were about to get to your climax. "i’m about to cum." rafe hurried and began to thrusted in you again. "don’t cum until i tell you too." he demanded. going fasted and deeper in you. rafe moaning knowing he was about to cum too. "fuck don’t cum yet princess, i’m almost there." he grabbed your hip tightly, leaving imprints of his hands there.

"okay cum for me." both of you guys moaning. rafe still thrusting from pleasure. "fuck." he whispered after finishing. rafe took his shirt off and cleaned you up with it. "you didn’t have to use your shirt. i know you love that shirt."

"it’s all good. i loved the fuck better." you guys both laughing. "this ass is mine now by the way." he slapped your ass one more time. "depends." you kissed your teeth. "what’s that supposed to mean."

"keep fucking me like that, then it’s all yours."

 sccrim — all rights reserved. please do not modify, repost , translate , or plagiarise my content.

[marksbear2]

WILL GRAHAM X MALE READER

This is pure fluff and that’s something rare on this blog since I usually write smutt. But since I love this man sm he gets special treatment.

⚠️Warnings- fluff, healthy relationships, mentions marriage and starting a family. And etc.⚠️

— Likes to keep a picture of you in his wallet. He would give it a quick glance before heading into a case. Your picture is his little good luck charm.

— He wouldn't keep you a secret, but isn't open about it. For example he wouldn't talk about you for hours to someone (only with his dogs he does.) but if someone asked if he had a s/o he would tell them about you straight up.

— He still is very shy about asking you out on dates even though you two have been dating for a while.

— Mandatory fishing trips together.

— He most def wouldn't tell Hannibal about you. He wants you to stay the hell away from him.

— Probably tells you about the cases hes working on. Even if he isn't supposed to tell someone he'll tell you without hesitation if you asked.

— You being there when he's sleepwalking every step of the way. Even having to wake him up a few times.

— You and him sleeping together makes him fall asleep faster. To the point he can't sleep without you.

— He would like to vent to you if you let him. He'll just vent to you while cuddling with one of the dogs while you sit next to him and listen. After he's done and realizes what he'd done he'll feel embarrassed, but he trusts you even more.

— Jack coming to Will's house unexpectedly and opening the door and walks inside. "Will! I got-" Jack trails off looking down at you two play wrestler with the dogs. "Never mind." Jack says before leaving the house going back to his car.

— Likes to call you something traditional or something sweet. Like hun/honey, love,sugar, idiot or sometimes even bug. He didn't know where bug came from one day he called you it and never let it go. He means the pretty bugs y'know.

— He prefers holding hands rather than anything sexual.

— Walks around his property with the dogs.

— Late night conversations.

— Begins to tell you more about Hannibal as the days go by. Like what him and Hannibal were talking about and etc.

— Long warm hugs after he comes back home from work. Just standing in the middle of the doorway hugging each other in loving silence. Just silently reassuring each other.

— Him letting you play and style his hair. It helps him relax when you do it, so he asks you to do it more often.

— Constantly reassuring him that you love him because he's an insecure mess and overthinks a lot. Like you don't love him or you're just using him.

— Him smiling to himself just at the thought of you or the mention of your name.

— Drinking coffee together at the front porch in early in the morning just enjoying the others company.

— Him waking you up after he has a nightmare. He curls up in your chest holding onto your clothes tightly as you cradle him in your lap kissing the top of his head. "I'm here Will. Don't worry baby i'm right here."

— Him having nightmares about losing you to the point he tells Hannibal about you and his fear of losing you, because he couldn't keep it to himself anymore.

— Will refusing the offer to let you two meet over dinner. Like he shot down the proposal so fast.

— Ms Lounds trying to get you to speak about Will. Like trying to make you spill all the bad things you know about him. And you just give her the bird and walk away.

— You two probably getting married either in the forest or by a dock.

— I think he's fine with the dogs, but if he ever wants to start a real family he'll want like two daughters and one boy.

— He side eyes you whenever he thinks your being weird or something. And he’ll give you the silent treatment after a long argument.

THE END

[ddejavvu]

Anakin with a corruption kink? Y/N’s really sweet and introverted and Anakin can’t stop but think in every single sexual thing he wants to do to her

obvious cw for corruption kink/mentions of virgin!reader, don’t like don’t read.

this post is 18+, minors dni.

he'd take so much sick, twisted pleasure in explaining different sexual acts to you. he likes watching you squirm, he likes watching your eyes go wide and your lips get all puffy and raw as you bite them to death, he likes watching you squeeze your thighs together like you can stop that insatiable ache between them. like he doesn't know what you're doing, like you're being subtle about it. you're not.

the grosser the sex act, the better. he starts you off by just asking whether you're familiar with different positions, but it gets progressively worse. he'll ask first about something simple like missionary or doggy, and if you know either one, he calls you dirty. like his thoughts aren't a thousand times worse, like he's not imagining you bound and gagged and covered in cum. but it works, he sees you inwardly cringe, he sees you get all flustered and shameful, and he loves it.

"you'd look good in a piledriver, baby. your neck all bent and achy, your hips up for me to fuck into. i'd get deeper, y'know, if your hips were up." he pats a rough hand on your hip, "i could fuck your needy hole so much better if I just-" / "anakin-!" / "what, you're getting all weird now? come on, it's just sex. everyone does it. except for you, huh? you've got a tight little virgin pussy, don't you, angel? you gonna let me in?"

and that's just the beginning. wait until he starts branching out a little.

"you know what a rimjob is, baby?" he'll ask, an infuriating little smirk on his face as he waits for your stammered response. when you shake your head he scoffs, "didn't think so. you gonna let me do it to you, angel?" he knows what he's doing, the power he's holding over you by being so elusive about the actual act. but all you have to do to find out is ask, why won't you just ask him? when you finally manage to gather the courage to mumble, "what.. is it?" his face drops into this shit-eating, devilish smirk, and he grabs your hips, jostling the globes of your ass. 'well, i'd make you lay on your stomach, and i'd press my face into your pretty ass, and i'd lick it out, baby. you gonna let me get my tongue in there? 'gonna let me shove my fuckin' tongue inside your ass like it's your pussy?"

you make this horribly flustered noise that's some awful cross between a squawk and a scream, and try to wrestle your hips out of his hold to go bury your burning face somewhere that his eyes aren't privy to. but he's relentless, fighting past your bashfulness and pinning you down to the bed while leaning in to kiss your red-hot face.

"what," he croons with faux-sympathy, "you're all antsy now? that got you hot-and-bothered, didn't it, thinking about my tongue in there. you're dirty, aren't you?"

when you don't answer he kisses you, and he feels the way your cunt drags against his thigh without you meaning for it to. he gets off so much on being the one to get you this way for the first time, and he's more than happy to mumble dirty shit in your mouth while he's licking it out.

"you're a nasty girl, y'know that? m'gonna put my tongue in you baby, like this-" he demonstrates with the slack ring of your lips, squeezing your cheeks until they form a hole and fucking his tongue inside to lap at your own while you helplessly grind against him, "fuck, i can feel you shivering. you like it when i talk nasty to you?"

[sturnioz]

fratboy!chris who lazily fingers shy!reader because he’s sick of her rolling in the bed whenever she can’t sleep lowkey whispering in her ear how annoying she is when she gets needy

"will you stop fuckin' movin'?" chris grumbles from his side of the bed tiredly, feeling you shift restlessly beside him, unable to calm your racing thoughts and settle into sleep as you had intended.

a frown tugs at your lips, and you murmur a quiet apology, feeling the heat of embarrassment rise in your cheeks as chris buries his head deeper into the pillows, his bare back rising and falling calmly with each breath.

stealing a glance at him, you take in the softness of his features as he tries to drift back to sleep; stands of curly hair falls across his forehead, framing his face, while his lips rest in a slight pout — lips that make your heart race with a need you struggle to suppress. the thought of kissing him flits through your mind, warmth pooling in your stomach and sending an ache between your thighs.

you shift again, trying to find a comfortable position, but the ache only intensifies with each subtle rub of your thighs, leaving you feeling frustrated, and with each look you glance his way, the feeling swells, making it harder for you to focus on anything else.

a strangled noise leaves your lips as you feel your nipples hardening under the thin fabric of your shirt, the heat between your legs coming unbearable to the point that your hand wanders down towards your pussy.

"are you.. are you serious?" you jump at the sound of chris' scoff, your head snapping to the side to find him propped up on his elbows, his brows furrowed in disbelief. "you — you're like this 'cos you're fuckin' needy?"

your heart thumps rapidly, a wave of embarrassment washing over you as his words hit like a harsh splash of cold water. "i-i.." the words stumble from your lips, trapped by the sudden heat flooding to your cheeks. you quickly avert your gaze, unable to look at him. "i'm sorry, i just—"

"yeah, yeah, whatever," chris drawls as he shifts on the bed, his arm reaching out to lay his palm across your stomach, before he moves south, his fingers dipping beneath the waistband of your panties.

your lips part in surprise with a soft whimper, your body arching into his touch as you feel his fingers creep closer to your pussy, stroking your clit in slow, deliberate circles. your hips buck up, gripping the bedsheets as your walls clench tightly around nothing, feeling a pool of wetness between your legs, soaking through the material of your panties.

"you're annoyin', y'know.." chris murmurs, his gaze glued to the side of your face as his thumb presses firmly against your clit while his two fingers probe teasingly at your entrance. "it's 1am.. 'n here you are, all fuckin' needy — desperate t'be touched, yeah? s'all you want?"

your head falls back against the pillow, your breath caught in your throat as chris' fingers slide inside your heat, stretching you open before pumping in and out lazily, curling them to hit that sweet, spongy spot that has your hips instinctively rocking against his hand.

"yeah, look at you.." chris tuts quietly, adjusting his head on the pillow, his eyes flitting down to where his hand his buried inside your panties, watching your hips move. "s'kinda pathetic, kid."

you moan loudly as chris increases the pace of his fingers subtly, hearing the sounds of your wet cunt squelching around him has your cheeks and neck burning with heat, and your hand flies down to grasp at his wrist in hopes to speed up his movements to drive you closer and closer to the release you've been craving.

"let go of me," chris demands and you whimper softly, glancing at him through your hazy vision, seeing a smug grin spreading across his lips. "you woke me up, s'now you get to lay here 'n take what i give you.. slowly."