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sweaterkittensahoy · 8 months ago
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Hey, you wanted a more devastating version of that scene right
He drinks his coffee down fast. He goes into the crew chief office to check the weather, and then he hops in a Jeep to get to work.  He slams on the brakes when he spots the last fort on the runway. One that shouldn't be there. Next to a Jeep that should also not be there. He nearly falls out of his Jeep to run towards the fort. It can't be. Oh, god, it can't be.  And then Egan tumbles out of the hatch, reeking of whiskey and sweat, and Ken can't breathe. He's seen Egan drunk before. But this isn't drunk. This is. Ken has a sudden, sharp memory of his granddaddy's death when he was twelve. Of his granny on the day that it happened. The way she went still and quiet in a way he'd never seen from her, though she'd always been poised and reserved.  Grief. Ugly, unstoppable grief. Egan stares at him, and words tumble from Ken's mouth before he can stop them. "You okay, Major? We're all going to miss Major Cleven, Sir." "Fuck you, Lemmons," Egan says, the words oddly sharp for a man who can barely stand up. "I wouldn't say that shit to you if Rosie went down." Ken doesn't know he's swinging until he feels his fist hit Egan's jaw, and then the pain of it shocks him back into the present. He goes very still. Egan's bent double, hands on his knees, his cigarette still smoking on the runway. "Oh, fuck," Ken breathes out.  Egan spits onto the runway. He reaches down and picks up his cigarette. He sticks it back into his mouth and works his jaw back and forth.  "I–" Ken goes quiet and still when Egan slings an arm around his shoulders.  "Weather report," he says as he presses his fingertips to his jaw.  Ken stares at him for a moment. Egan doesn't look at him, just walks him a few steps away from the fort. "Supposed to clear up," he says.  "Oh, good," Egan says. He takes his arm off Ken's shoulders and tosses his cigarette away. He runs a hand through his hair. "You punch like someone I used to know, Lemmons," he says.  Ken doesn't know what to say to that. "Want a ride, Major?" he asks because Egan's circling his Jeep, and it's the kind of offer a Sergeant makes to a Major.  "Nah, I'll be all right," Egan says as he steps into his Jeep.  "You sure, Sir?" Ken asks. Because Egan's drunk and grieving and just took a punch to the face, and Ken's no braggart, but he knows the strength in his arms. "Don't worry, Kenny," Egan says, "I don't even feel it." Ken's stomach goes cold as he watches Egan drive off. All he can think about is that Egan's clearly going up today, and Robert's going with him. He wonders if it's his turn to lose the love of his life.
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hoshigray · 1 month ago
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𝐇𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐧' 𝐒𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐭𝐬 | nanami kento
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𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬: werewolf! Nanami x afab/fem! reader - explicit content; minors DNI - heat/rut cycles - masturbation (m! receiving) - oral (f! receiving) - clitoral play - mating press position - breeding kink - unprotected sex (psa: wrap the willy, you sillies!) - knotting - biting/love bites - first he's sweet, then he's a bit feral - pet names (angel, baby, honey, my love, sweetpea, sweetie) - mention of cum, and spit/drool.
𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭: 1.9k
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Nanami Kento, your stoic, judicious, respectable, and attentive husband, is a werewolf. It is a fact that might sound exciting on the outside, yet it is quite a hassle for the blonde to go through. Despite that, he ensures he cares for his partner and their needs because you, his beautiful lover, are his priority.
“—Ahhhck, ohhhfuckkk!! Harder, Ken, hardeeerr!!”
…Until his ruts kick the door, and he’s wired to fuck your brains out. 
Imagine it, right? Nanami’s been under the motions of his rut for hours, and it’s been going cataclysmically unpleasant. We’re talking very long – excruciatingly long – hours of writhing under the blanket of his horniness. Bad enough that he’s called off work for two days straight, writhing and sweating in his sheets because his head is pounding nonstop, pushing his face deep into the pillow because it hurts to think, and the tent of his sweatpants becoming more and more solid with every whiff of your scent on his bed.
You. That’s all he can think about; it’s like a necessity. Fair-colored eyebrows knitted together tightly the more he sniffs your scent off the pillow, messy bed hair sticking to sweat the more he squirms and trails a hand down to his raging boner. Choked groans slip out his lips as he fists himself, the friction becoming faster and stronger as his wish to be here beside him propels his heartbeat to leave him winded.
“Hahhhfuck…baby…” he says your name in a blurry haze, memories flaunting pictures of you to worsen his drive. The grip on his dick goes firmer, to and fro, from the crown of his glans to the base and top of his ballsack. All he wants right now is for you to be closer, to kiss, to suck, to bite, to mate — to breed.
“Kenny, baby, I’m home!” And just like that, his prayers are answered. “I brought some food on my way back!”
He can hear you by your footsteps waltzing around the apartment, your scent becoming pungent and seeping from under the bedroom door, adding more fuel to aggravate the fog in his head. His teeth are clenched, strokes are rampant, and a spot on his grey sweats is dampening. 
“Babe, you here?” You draw near the room, knocking on the door before opening it. “Ohh, Kento—Oh!!” Of course, you walked in on him in a vulnerable state, already throwing apologies his way and turning your heel back. “Sorry! I didn’t know you were—“
“No, n-no, it’s okay,” he stammers, and you halt. “Please, sweetie…I need your help here.”
Your lips flatten at the plea; the way he borderline begs for your participation pulls a chord. You silently close the door, taking soft steps to the bed before sitting on the mattress. Your spouse-in-heat pulls his sweatpants down to his ass for his length to spring out, erect and angry to be used.
There is slight diffidence in your hands until Nanami pulls yours to switch; your breath hitches at the contact of his glans on your palm. Nanami hisses as your cold fingers curl around his shaft; the contrast of the temperature as you glide up and down forces his thighs to quirk. “Ahhh, yess, yes, my love,” he melts under your touch, subtly bucking his hips to your tempo.
“Holy shit…” the sight of his precum slipping out of the urethra and trailing down and slipping under your fingertips makes you chew your lip. “It’s that bad?” Your husband nods. “What you need, baby?”
He grabs for your shirt with a vicious grip as you keep stroking his pulsing dick, and you gulp thickly. “You,” he says lowly. “I need you. Right now.”
And just like the lovely and pleasing person you are, you allow him to have his way with you.
Stripped off your pants and panties, your legs spread apart by his hands, a dominant hold on the back of your knees as he pushes them to your chest, and your cunt is bare for him to ravish. He’s fucking hungry for you, his tongue practically glued to your labia and swishing around to collect your slick. Sounds of intense slurps on your vulva can be heard, pushing his face deep for his nose to brush up on your clitoris while he drinks your come. You moan aloud, a sharp cry as he flicks his wet muscle on your bud, encircling around it. 
“Ohhh, hoohh…!” You grip the sheets beneath you as he sucks on your peal after spitting on it. “Fuck, Kentooo, wait a—Nnmm!”
“Hnnmm…Mmpah, shit, you taste so good, baby,” he mutters before lapping on your clip lazily, and you throw your head to the pillow. “Smell so good, too…” Nanami returns his mouth to your opening, wet with your liquids and his saliva, coursing his tongue again to pervade through your sensitive flesh. And he pushes the muscle into your slit, and you jerk upwards.
“—Mmm, Kento, stooop!” Trembling legs fail to muster out of his grip. “I caaan’t; I just came already…!!” He pushes his tongue to and fro, fucking you with every push and sucking in more of your nectar to coat his tastebuds. Your nerves have already spiked thanks to your orgasm prior, yet your partner continues to double you down to a whimpering mess. 
He places chaste kisses on your privates, then substitutes his mouth with a swift insert of his middle finger. He already has you wailing from the digit wiggling inside. Fuck, you looked so cute. 
You nearly choke on the spit as his middle finger grazes against your vaginal walls. “—Fuuuck, Kenn’, don’t, I’m too sensi—“ 
“I know, honey,” he coos while his finger pleases you to the knuckle, secretly teasing his ring finger before you gasp sharply at the insertion. Now, two digits push and pull your innards, venturing knuckles-deep to erupt more uncontrollable moans to fly out your mouth. “But I gotta have you ready for me.”
“…B-But I am readyyy!!” Your words slur unintentionally; damn his fingerwork! “I want iiit; I want you so bad!”
“What’s that? What do you want?” He teases with a grin on your clitoris with his thumb; he knows what you want – the exact thing he needs right now. It’s just better when you say it.
“Kento, please! Fuck me!” you beg with glossy eyes. “Fill me up, ‘kay? Make me all fat and full tonight…!”
God, did he love to hear you say it, quivers crawling up his spine as he removes his fingers to suck on. What you said was all he needed to hear; he was going to fuck you regardless, but you have no idea how much he needed to dump every bit of him into you. 
And the moment his dick slips inside your tightness, the last piece of his persistence is thrown out the window.
Animalistic — for lack of a better term — is how Nanami is during his cycle. It’s not something you’re unfamiliar with based on prior intimate moments, but during times like this, it’s nothing but. It’s evident in the way he has you right now, with your legs propped to your chest and his fat cock stuffed inside your wet chasm.
Under Nanami’s bow, you lie on the receiving end of your husband’s inexorable pace. The moment the blonde man added the tip of his cock to your warmth, he gave in to his inner desires. He snapped his hips so hard and fast that your entire frame rippled with his harsh movements, not giving you time even to breathe, nearly choking on your spit.
Sounds of skin slapping against each other go louder by the second, and he moans aloud to add to the chaos of the bedroom. Jesus, fuck, you felt so fucking good! So snug and warm, so suitable for his aching dick, which he’s been drilling into your slit already stuffed with his come, filling your womb after two previous rounds. But it wasn’t enough from how much kept coming out from every push; he needed to fuck you — he needed to knot you! 
“Shiiit, shit—Hnnngh!” The way your vaginal walls keep clamping him is enough to snatch his soul. “Damn, this is crazy…!”
“Ahhh, ahhhhh, ohh!” Your cries grow squeakier, Nanami’s fat girth grazing your sweet spots easily. “Ohhhhyesss, keep fucking meeee….Harder, hardeeerr!”
Oh, you’re such a bad influence telling him that, kindling the fair-headed man’s primal desire to fuck you loose by rutting into you with increased speed and strength and frequent pokes to your cervix cause you to howl. “Yeahhh, you like that, angel? Like when I fuck the shit out of my pussy like this?” You were twitching like crazy as he growled those words to you; fuck yeah, you liked it – no, LOVED it.
“Yessss, babyy!!” Your expression was so fucked out, drool coming down from your puffy lips slide to your cheek. This position leaves you utterly submissive to Nanami like some breeding toy. It was pathetically euphoric! “Ohhhhh, fuck, more, gimme moree…!!”
“More?” God, he can feel it, his pacing going astronomically slower as he thrusts into you, and the way you whine at the abrupt change sends shivers. “Want me to bust my load again, my love?” You nodded frantically; fuck, you were so cute. “Want me to fill you up so bad so you can give me pups, huh?”
The more he talked, the more your excitement dialed. He then comes to your neck to lick and place a bite to your glands, and you shrill. “Yesss, yesss!! Stuff m’e up, make me fat with y’r babies, Kennyyy!!”
Holy fucking shit, his head pounds harder, elicits more loving bites, and he sneaks a hand to swipe your clitoris erratically. “Nnmm, fuck…Knot, I need’ta knot…!”
“Give it ‘o meee, Kento!!” You’re sure you sounded ridiculous, yet there’s no care in sight. Everything felt too good and right. “Gimme y’ur knot, baby, I want it, I want iiit…!”
That’s all you need to say before Nanami crashes his hungry lips onto yours and returns his hip to a jackhammering motion. Your tongue swirls with his, eyes rolling up with more hits to your womb while he sucks on your tongue wantonly. Grinds up against your G-spot has you squeezing him like no tomorrow, and you cry aloud as you sense something inside your inner channel expands. 
The base of Nanami’s penis inflates, the limb swelling up within your wetness and stays locked inside your cunt as he continues to piston himself into you as deep as he can. The more you scream into his mouth, the harder he ruts into you until the fated and desired reaction comes to rattle you both. 
Nanami ejaculates into you for the third time that night, padding your insides with more of his white, sticky, and thick jizz while the waves of his orgasm trap him in a state of elation. You come with him, wailing into the passionate kiss as your lower body quivers in its soreness, the walls of your vagina fluttering around the length in a sporadic pattern until your muscles gradually transition to rest. 
The knot keeps your lover inside you for a bit longer, even after Nanami’s done filling you up to the brim. But it doesn’t matter; your unionized state allows the both of you to spend this clarity together, kissing and tittering sweetly within your shared proximity.
“Make me a mama, Kento,” you whisper with a soft kiss on his sunken cheek.
And Nanami smiles breathlessly; the thought of you and a future pup to liven his happy little family swoons his heart with gladness.
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queenie-ofthe-void · 3 months ago
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Hear Me Out, Keep Me Guessing
Steddie || wc: 2.5k || rating: T || tags: alternate first meeting, pre-S4, Eddie is a rollercoaster of emotions, Steve is over it, fluff and flirting || ao3
Inspired by my own post
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“Okay, Munson. What’s your fucking problem?”
Eddie hops on top of the wooden picnic bench to gain a slight height advantage over whoever’s decided to fuck up his day, when he spots none other than Steve Harrington headed towards him through the trees, fighting his way through brush and bramble.
“Well, well, well. How the mighty have fallen. Crawling through the dirt just to visit his former court jester.” Eddie smirks, hears Harrington mutter something under his breath that sounds a lot like jesus christ before he finally makes his way over.
Harrington’s looking up at him, squinting into the sunlight, and Eddie’s slightly repelled by his sudden desire to run a hand through King Steve’s hair. It shines in the sunlight, matching the flecks of gold in his brown eyes.
Eddie takes a step to the left, casting him back into shadow again where he’s just his normal, asshole self and not the angelic image Eddie conjured from his horny, queer little brain.
He can’t remember if it’s his turn to talk or Harrington’s, but it seems the King’s lost the plot as well. Completely zoned out, he’s just standing there staring up at Eddie, mouth dropped open and eyes wide in a way Eddie will certainly not be thinking about later tonight. Absolutely not.
Eddie coughs. Loud and obnoxious enough to break whatever trance they’ve found themselves in. Harrington awkwardly chuckles, running a hand through his hair. An image of Steve leaning against lockers, towering over a girl with heat in his eyes and a hand in his hair floods Eddie’s brain before he can shake it out like an Etch A Sketch. What the fuck is even happening to him?
“Yeah, Munson. Like, what the hell is your problem?” It lacks punch and drama the second time around, but it gets them back on track. Harrington props his hands on his hips, his lip juts out into a tiny pout, and Eddie wonders if he thinks standing like a disappointed mom is effective in getting what he wants, or if being adorable just comes naturally to the former King.
“You’ll have to be more specific, my liege.” He watches as Harrington brings a hand up to pinch the bridge of his nose in frustration and he makes a mental note to develop a better, more refined taste in men.
“The kids, man. Why aren’t you friends with the kids?”
“Kids? What the hell– what kids?” He hops down from the table. If this is going to be a legitimate conversation and not a shake down, he figures it’ll be easier on even footing. Harrington takes the seat opposite him, his shoe accidentally knocking Eddie’s ankle.
Steve doesn’t move his foot. Neither does Eddie.
“My kids, man. They said they tried talking to you all week and you wouldn’t even hear them out!”
Eddie watches his fingers tap absently on the table top. He’s biting the inside of his cheek, and it’s shocking that Eddie is just now realizing that Steve’s actually anxious. Normally Eddie considers himself better at reading people, when he’s not distracted with puffy, pink lips and a confusing line of conversation.
He looks down, rewinding the past week. He’d made it through his first week of his third senior year without anyone getting in his face. Maybe he’s old enough now that even asshole seniors like Jason Carver have decided to leave him alone. Thankfully it seems the offer also extends to Gareth, Kenny, and Jeff, who’ve only reported minor name calling and a light shove.
That’s where he spots them, stops the tape midway through lunch on Wednesday when a group of three freshmen approached the table. He’d spotted the curly-haired kid earlier in the week, bravely decked out in a Weird Al shirt and a hat from some science camp. The kid was enough of a freak to earn free admission to Hellfire, but the other two required a bit more thought.
Eddie clocked Little Wheeler through the station wagon window Monday morning when he’d cut Nancy off in the parking lot. The kid seemed alright, but with a priss like Nancy as a sister, it was a tough call. The other kid seemed a bit too sporty, and a little too interested in basketball tryouts.
When the three amigos started talking DnD, the guys invited them with open arms. It was a relatively peaceful lunch. Exciting even, at the prospect of adding new members to their campaign. They’d mentioned trying to convince a few of their friends to play. A girl named Max Mayfield, who turns out lives a few trailers down from Eddie.
But when the curly-haired kid mentioned Steve Harrington, the Hellfire boys clammed up tighter than nun’s ass. His named dripped from their mouths like it was covered in gold, the hero-worship rotting them from the inside and Eddie wouldn’t stand for it. No true freaks would stand to be friends with an asshole bully like King Steve.
Of course the freshies tried to argue, saying he’d changed. It didn’t matter to the Hellfire boys. Clearly the freshmen were corrupted, and they couldn’t be trusted. So he’d sent them on their way, and the three of them posted up in the corner of the lunchroom every day since. Far away from jocks and freaks alike.
Now, Eddie looks across the table and sees false bravado slathered over the anxiety etched into the former King’s face. He doesn’t know how three freshmen freaks found themselves under the wing of Steve Harrington, but it seems the feeling is mutual. Steve cares about these kids.
“Yeah,” Eddie says, “I remember them. What’s it to you, Harrington? Aren’t they a little too old for a babysitter.” The joke falls flat when Steve sighs, heavy and exhausted, like somehow a rich boy from the Loch carries the entire world on his shoulders.
But he plays it off, trying to meet Eddie’s quip halfway. “Babysitters get paid, dude. I do it from the goodness of my heart or some shit.” Steve leans back, scrubs his hands over his face like he can erase whatever’s behind his eyes.
Eddie stares at him, hoping to catch a glimpse. The only consolation is Steve puts his other foot on the opposite side of Eddie’s, his ankle now fully cradled between Steve’s.
“They’re nerds, man.” Harrington states it like it’s a fact and not an insult he’s hurled at Eddie a hundred times over the years. “They’re freaks, you know– like you.”
Moment officially broken, Eddie scoffs, pushing away from the table wondering why he ever entertained talking with Harrington in the first place. As he grabs his lunchbox off the forest floor, he hears shuffling behind him.
“Wait,” Harrington shouts. “Just, fuck man, can you just let me finish?”
“Finish what, exactly?” Eddie snaps, whirling around to crowd into his space. He wears big and scary like how the King wears his crown and how assassins wield their blades. With enough power and confidence to scare off any enemy. “Finish listening to you shit on the little guy? Listen to you harp on the freaks of the world, or how you corrupted your little pions?”
“What?” Steve asks, lips pursed and eyebrows scrunched. Eddie’s not surprised his jock-rattled brain couldn’t find that word in its very limited dictionary, but what does surprise him is that Steve doesn’t back down. They’re practically nose to nose, so close Eddie can spot a small freckle on his lash-line, and Steve’s standing here like he doesn't have a care in the world while Eddie screams in his face.
It’s quiet again. He can hear the rustle of tall grass and birds overhead. He can feel Steve’s breath on his lips and Eddie can’t remember what they were talking about. Again.
Steve grabs his shoulders, and in his daze, Eddie lets himself be maneuvered back to sitting at the picnic table, while Steve stands in front of him.
“Are you always big and loud and obnoxious? Can you just cut the shit for like, five minutes so we can have a normal fucking conversation. Jesus christ, you’re practically perfect for them.” The last part is quieter, seems more like an unfiltered afterthought.
“Ok,” Eddie says. If Steve’s willing to take the crown off long enough to talk with Eddie, then maybe he can shed his own metaphorical battle vest. “Say what you have to say, then.”
Steve clears his throat, shuffles slightly as he gains his footing. He looks at Eddie with a determined set to his shoulders.
“Henderson, Sinclair, and even Wheeler– they’re my kids. I’ve spent the last nine months watching out for those little shits because all they’re good at is getting into the worst kinds of trouble.” Eddie tracks him as Steve paces the forest floor, rambling and raking a hand through his hair like it helps him think. “But I remembered you didn’t graduate, right? And you run that Dungeons and Dragons club–”
“Whoa, whoa,” Eddie interrupts. Steve stops, turns to face him, and shoots him the bitchiest glare Eddie’s ever seen, but before he can say anything, Eddie pushes on. “You, Steve Harrington, King of Hawkins High, leader of meatheads and bimbos alike, know what Dungeons and Dragons is?”
Steve sighs, hands back on his hips as he rolls his eyes. “Ha ha, Munson. Don’t worry it’s all against my will, okay? I’m not coming to steal your freaks and weirdos so I can lead them too.” He smirks, and it pulls a laugh out of Eddie, shocked that Steve’s willing to joke around with Eddie at all, let alone when it’s at his own expense.
“Now, quit interrupting me, you’re as bad as Henderson.”
Eddie mimes zipping his lips closed, only to open his mouth to swallow the imaginary key. Butterflies explode in his chest at the sound of Steve laughter, and Eddie wonders if bashing his head into a tree would be a decent excuse to explain the red flush erupting on his face.
“Anyways,” Steve chuckles. “They’re smart as shit but don’t know when to give something up just to get out of a fight. I’m surprised they haven’t gotten their asses handed to them already, and everyday I pick them up all I'm thinking about is which one of them I’m gonna have to stitch up. Sure, some of the guys in the grade below were alright, like Andy. But guys like Hargrove, like Carver.” Eddie can practically see the dark cloud form over Steve’s brow.
He remembers as well as anyone the fallout of Harrington v Hargrove, Fall 1985. There’d been endless rumors about what happened, each one more ridiculous than the last. Now he’s left wondering if it’s not really about Nancy, or drugs, or Billy fucking Steve’s mom, but about these kids. The timing checks out, nine months on babysitting duties lines up pretty well with when Steve showed up to school beaten and broken.
Maybe Steve isn’t all he seems to be.
“Guys like Carver won’t mess with you. They’re too scared you’re using DnD to worship the devil and get kids into sodomy and drugs and shit like that. I told them that you’d be cool. That you’re big and loud, that you play DnD like them. You're smart and you read the same nerdy books. I told them they’d be safe with you, man.” Steve rubs his face again, until his hands fall to the sides and he tilts his head up towards the sky. “I just need to know someone’s looking out for them. Please, Eddie, just–”
“Okay.”
Steve’s attention snaps back to him, relief written plain as day in the wide set of his smile. “You’re serious?”
Eddie can’t help but smile back. He’s not sure he’s ever seen Steve smile so unguarded, and never aimed his way. The sheer brightness of it fills him with warmth he wants to wrap himself up in.
All on top of the fact Eddie's never gotten this many compliments from anyone before, let alone from a guy as gorgeous as Steve Harrington. His ears are practically on fire.
“Yeah, Harrington. I’ll share custody of your little nuggets.” Before he knows what’s coming, Steve sweeps him up into a hug, lifts him fully off the ground and can feel the tinkling of his laughter on the shell of his ear.
“Thanks, Munson. Damn, you have no idea how freaked out I’ve–”
“What about the other stuff?” Eddie can’t stop himself from asking. He has to know, deep in his bones, that Steve is thinking this through. That Steve won’t change his mind in a few days or months and decide it’s time for Eddie Munson to eat dirt.
He lets Eddie go, but holds his shoulders at arms length to look him in the eye. Any lingering mirth has been replaced with intent curiosity. “What stuff, Munson?”
He can tell by Steve’s tone they’re both talking about the same thing. Rumors that’ve haunted Eddie since eighth grade after Davey Richardson beat him up under the bleachers. It didn’t matter that Davey kissed him first, all that mattered was he was popular and Eddie was weird.
He’d grown numb to the slurs over the years, but how could he forget hearing the reason why Byers beat the shit out of King Steve. The only surprise from that fight was it sounded like he never even tried to fight back.
“Harrington, if I don’t get to act loud and obnoxious, then you don’t get to play dumb.” The intensity of Steve’s stare reminds him of the few conversations he’d had with Chief Hopper before he’d died. The man could tear Eddie down to the bones with one glare, and he’s sure it’s the only reason the Chief brought him back to the trailer instead of a jail cell.
“Eddie,” Steve says, tone firm, “I’m not that guy anymore. I don’t care about the shit people say, especially self-righteous assholes like Carver. The only thing I give a shit about is you watching over the little gremlins and not selling them drugs, so I can breathe easier when I don't have eyes on them.”
Steve shakes him lightly, like it’ll sift this world-changing view into his brain, then pats his shoulder as he passes by him.
“Wait,” Eddie shouts, always a glutton for punishment. He spins around to catch Steve walking backwards away from him, hands in his pockets, effortlessly cool. The sun’s catching his hair again and there’s a smirk on his lips. “You really don’t care?”
Steve laughs, taking a step back. He chews on his bottom lip, and he smiles when he catches Eddie looking. Because he knows. Steve knows now, before Jeff or Wayne or anyone else.
“Eddie, whoever you decide to love or fuck– or not– is none of my business.” He turns to leave, and as Eddie relaxes he hears Steve call out, “unless you want it to be.”
Steve’s light laughter follows him out of the woods, and Eddie plops himself down in the same spot on the same wooden bench in the exact same forest as he always does every Friday after school. Except a twenty minute conversation with Steve Harrington leaves Eddie feeling like his world's been turned upside down.
Maybe ‘86 will be his year, after all.
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nwjn-z · 8 months ago
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𝐒𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡 𝐏𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐌𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐅𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐏*𝐫𝐧 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬
warning(s): nsfw, swearing, straight up p*rn
author’s note: i was going through my bookmarks and thought of this, they are aged up to be in their 20s don’t be weird
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⭑ kyle broflovski
is such a love maker but can also be so rough. absolutely loves using your clothes as leverage to fuck you. has ripped multiple skirts, panties, and dresses before bc he doesn’t realise his own strength when he is pulling on them bc he gets so lost in how good your pussy feels. he’s addicted. (it’s okay bc he bought you new ones to say sorry)
⭑ stan marsh
love love loves lazy but still rough sex. he loves laying back and watching you bounce yourself on his dick while pulling your hair and slapping your ass. music in the back is a must when yall are fucking. loves praising you.
⭑ kenny mccormick
loves hitting it from the back. he’s a certified freak but sometimes he likes to really enjoy simple sex yk? but what he loves most is when you rock yourself back on him and use his cock to get yourself off. he thinks it’s the hottest shit ever seeing you eagerly fuck your self with his dick.
⭑ eric cartman
rough. hard. and fast. would best describe sex with eric. one thing him and kyle have in common is being the roughest guys in bed. he literally fucks you into the mattress. loves pushing down on your waist and drilling himself in you.
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angel-gone-dark · 2 months ago
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Kyle x Coquette girlie pretty please with sugar on top. 🤭
Kyle x Coquette!F!Reader
ok so like. i went off here. um, hope you like it bestie LMAO
CWs: unprotected sex, reader is a little bit of a shit, maybe a lil rough?
SMUT UNDER CUT. MDNI.
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Kyle raised a brow at his friends in the hallway, who were all in various states of confusion. 
“What the hell are you all staring at?” He snipped, and Cartman pointed across the hall.
“Dude, look at her outfit. I’ve never seen anything like it.” 
Kyle looked over at the girl who had been pointed out. She was surrounded by the other girls, talking and laughing. He was entranced with the way she moved, flipping her hair over her shoulder. He’d never seen someone dress the way she did, her outfit consisting of white lace and pink bows. The mary janes on her feet clicked against the tiles any time she shuffled her pose. He swallowed, forcing his eyes back onto his friends. 
“Yeah? What, uh, what about it?” He asked.
Cartman cocked his head to the side, “What is she even going for?”
“Who cares, it works,” Kenny grinned. “She looks fucking hot.”
Kyle couldn’t help but agree. Her skirt was short over her tights, shirt showing off the smooth skin of her shoulders. He couldn’t help but shiver at the thought of it pressed against him, especially the skin on her chest and thighs. He had to take some deep breaths, attempting to force his boner down. Kyle was saved, literally, by the bell. He dashed off to his class, trying his hardest to ignore the pretty girl- and the bewildered cries of his friends.
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The ginger slid his fingers through his curls, squinting down at his textbooks in frustration. He jotted down notes, rereading them at least 5 times over to make sure they made sense. He jumped, looking up with wide eyes when he was joined at the table… by the girl he was looking at earlier. You.
“Uh, hey,” he greeted. “Do you need something?”
“Yeah, I hear you’re a really good tutor. Can I get you to look over my work quickly?” You batted your lashes at him and he was suddenly extremely glad he was sitting down. 
“Yeah, yes of course,” He nodded, taking your notebook from you to glance over your notes. “This looks really good, but I think you have an error right here.”
You hummed, nodding. You contorted your face into your cutest pout, absolutely indulging in his eyes on you. 
“I don’t understand,” you huffed, moving your chair closer to him and pressing your chest up against his arm. 
He stammered trying to muster a reply, “W-well, uh, here. Look at the way I broke it down in my notes.”
Throughout his whole ‘tutoring’ thing, you acted your absolute cutest. If you were being entirely honest, you’d had your eyes on him from the moment you saw him. You were heavily repressing the urge to jump his bones in the very public library.
“You know, I think you should come to my house after school. I could use some more help,” you suggested, leaning further into him. 
His face was tinged deep with a blush that went from the tops of his ears down, down… you gnawed your lip thinking how far it reached. 
“Y-yeah. Okay,” he gave in. “Where do you…”
You interrupted him, “Meet me after school. We’ll walk together, handsome.”
He gaped as you retreated from the library, your little date secure. 
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You waited for Kyle near the school’s main entrance, books clutched close to your chest. Your sickly sweet smile returned as he approached, and you gave him that innocent look that you knew would drive him nuts.
“Hi, Kyle,” you had put on your most charming voice. “Thanks for walking me home and helping me with homework.”
“No problem,” he smiled and it nearly took you out. “Can you scooch over? I’d rather be the one walking on the outside of the sidewalk.”
Oh, he was going to be the death of you. The walk to your house was mostly quiet, Kyle seeming content with the silence.
You opened your door, gesturing for him to follow you, and led him all the way up to your room. You sat pretty on your bed, tilting your head at him. He glanced around, trying to avoid your hungry gaze draping down him. You sighed gently, combing your fingers up your body to untie the ribbon holding your hair in its graceful ponytail. He sat in your desk chair, moving his textbook over his lap.
You stood, waltzing right on over and placing your hand over the thick book between you and heaven.
“Hiding something?” You teased, pressing down on it. 
He grabbed your wrist in his hand, speaking through grit teeth, “Stop it.” 
“Or what?” You taunted. He had had enough of your attitude. 
Kyle stood, grabbed you by the hips, and tossed you onto the mattress. He leaned over you, voice strained and hands gripping the sheets. 
“You’re making it extremely difficult for me to stay decent, do you know that? You asked me to help you study, and here I am trying, and you’re giving me those goddamn eyes,” he rambled, more frustrated than you had expected. “I can’t tell if you’re giving me permission to touch you like I want to.”
“Do it.”
As soon as he had your permission he was ravishing your lips with his, his hands moving to squeeze eagerly at your chest as he practically shoved his tongue down your throat. 
“You’re so fucking pretty, honey,” he breathed, face dipping to nip at your neck. “Why can’t you be this good all the time, hm?” 
You groaned as his lips moved downwards, and he left purpley blue hickeys on your skin. Those would be hard to cover, and you would have been angrier if one of his hands hadn’t moved under your skirt to stroke your slit through your tights and panties.
“Sorry about this, but the damn things are in the way.” He huffed, ripping a hole directly in the crotch of your tights.
As you made a move to protest, his deft fingers moved your panties to the side, thumb rolling over your clit and index plunging into you. You gasped, back arching under his touch as he stretched you out, adding his middle finger as well.
“Kyle, please.” You whined.
“Please what, pretty? Use your manners.” 
“Please just fuck me.” 
He chuckled, fingers curling inside of you teasingly, “Since you asked so nicely.”
You whimpered at how empty you felt as he retracted his fingers to undo his belt and jeans, leaning up on your elbows to watch. As he pulled his cock out of his boxers, you couldn’t help but salivate. He was thick, and wet, and blushing an angry pink at the tip. It twitched as he touched it to glide it against your slit, making you moan.
He was eager, too eager to properly undress either of you. All he did was flip your skirt up as he sunk into you, his jaw hanging open as he allowed you to adjust. 
“Shit, you’re tight,” he grunted, rolling his hips harshly into yours. “Atta girl, you can take it. C’mere.”
He pressed his lips on yours again as he began to move, pace quickly rising from the simple grind of his hips to roughly pound into your cunt. Your eyes fell shut, hands clawing at your cute pink bedspread. 
“K-Kyle, fuck.” You heaved, hips bucking up into his.
“Such a dirty mouth on you, gorgeous…” He smirked down at you, thumb moving back to roll over your clit. “Do you want me to make you cum on my cock?”
“Please, please, I need it, Kyle.” You begged, all sense of dignity out the window as he plunged in and out of you with wet slaps.
“Good girl. Such a good girl,” he groaned, increasing the pressure of his tight little circles. “So cute f’me.”
His cock twitched inside you, and he dropped his drooling mouth to your neck again, biting down hard before whispering in your ear.
“I’m gonna cum inside you, honey, you can take it. Fuck.”
You couldn’t hold it any longer, the tight coil that rested in your abdomen snapping suddenly as you came with a cry. You gripped him so tight he could barely move as he ground his hips down into you, his release not far behind, spilling warmth inside of you.
“Shit,” he cursed, gently pulling himself from your hole. “If you look this good with my cum dripping out of you we might be here for a while.”
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he owes reader a pair of tights!!!!
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maviscat123 · 4 months ago
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Anatomy II
By: JohnBoy
Someone was pounding on the door...
Big Jim Reese woke up with a snort; he'd been having a late afternoon nap on the cot in his office. His "office" was actually a small trailer, parked amongst some trees near the back of the construction site.
Jim sat up groggily -- he coughed and slowly ran a large, beefy hand over the stubble on his shaved head. The pounding came again, more urgent this time.
"Hey, Mr. Reese! You in there?" It sounded like a young guy.
"Yeah, yeah," he spoke in his deep baritone, "hold on a sec." The huge black man got up and opened the door.
It was Ken, the son of the crane-operator. He was tall and rather well-built, about 20 or so, sandy blond and blue-eyed, and with a tuft of bristly beard on the end of his chin.
Jim had noticed (on the four or five other occasions that he'd met him) that he always acted a bit shy and nervous around him. Probably, he guessed, because he was intimidated by his size: Jim was a half-foot taller than him, and probably out- weighed the kid by at least 130 pounds (a good deal of it was solid muscle, too).
"Hey Kenny, what're you doin' here?"
"Is-- is my Dad here?"
"Nope, he's gone home already." Jim yawned; he thought the young man looked even more nervous than usual. "Uh, everything okay?"
Ken glanced over his shoulder. "The cops are after me, man."
"What?" Jim looked towards the street; he could see a police cruiser pulling up in front of the site. He'd heard that this boy had been in trouble with the law in the past: B&E, some minor theft...
"I need a place to hide. Please, you gotta let me in!"
Jim sighed. He wanted nothing to do with this kid's problems. But an idea was starting to form in his head... and before he even realized it, he said, "Okay, get in." Ken was peeking out through the blinds, watching the cop. Jim had not asked him what kind of trouble he was in this time, and the kid hadn't told him...
"What's he doing?" Jim asked.
"He's just talking to one of the workers. Wait-- shit, the guy's pointing this way!"
Kenny looked around the trailer. "Fuck, if I get caught this time, I'm going to jail for sure. You can't let him find me!"
"If he wants to look in here, I don't think I can really stop him."
"But... there's no place to hide in here! What am I gonna do?"
"Well," he said slowly, trying to sound nonchalant, "I got a suggestion."
"What??"
"How much you weigh, Kenny?"
"Wha--? Uh, about 190, I guess. Why?"
Jim tugged thoughtfully at his wiry, dark goatee. This young man was a fair bit bigger than the doctor had been. He wondered, could he do it?
"You can hide... in here." Jim pointed to his stomach.
"Huh?"
"I could swallow you."
Ken just stared at him.
Jim went on, "Just for awhile. I could swallow you whole and hide you inside my belly, just 'til the cop leaves. Don't worry, you'll be safe. If he comes up here lookin' for you, well... there's no way he'd find ya. Then when he's gone, I'll let you out."
Ken continued to stare at him.
"Well? What do you think?"
"Oh come on... this is a joke, right?"
"No, I mean it. I'm serious."
"You're crazy, Mr. Reese. You can't swallow a whole person. It's-- it's frickin' impossible!!"
"Well, yeah, for most people. But I'm different; there's somethin' special about my anatomy that lets me do it. Big mouth, big throat, big stomach... just ask my doctor. Trust me, I can do it." Jim knew this might not be completely true... after all, when he'd done it before (three days earlier), Doctor Moffat had given him some kind of injection as well. Whether he could do it now, without the drug, remained to be seen.
Ken still seemed unconvinced. He looked out the window again, anxiously.
"Well, we're runnin' outta time, son," Jim said, "Do you wanna try it or not?"
"But... you'll let me back out, right?"
"Yeah, sure, of course I will."
The kid shrugged. "What the hell, I guess I got no choice. Okay."
"Damn right!" Jim tried to suppress his excitement. Ever since the doctor's appointment, he'd been thinking of little else but swallowing someone again -- and now he had his chance!! Of course he intended to release the boy afterwards...
but he thought, maybe he could try to keep him inside for awhile? Say, ten minutes or so? Would he survive in there that long??
"Er, what should I do...?"
The big man went to the tiny fridge and pulled out a stick of butter. "Take off all yer clothes and rub this on you."
Ken's face screwed up. "What are you gonna do, fry me up first?"
"It's to make you slide down easy. Come on. And take that earring off, too." Jim looked through the blinds. "You better hurry up, son. I think the cop is comin' this way," he lied.
Kenny started to undress. Jim took off his own shirt, undid the button on his jeans, and unzipped his fly part-way. He saw Ken looking at him as he did this, and said, "Gotta make room for ya." He patted his belly. "You're a big boy."
The young man was completely nude now. After hesitating for a moment, he picked up the stick of butter and began to rub it over his chest. "It's cold!"
"Don't worry, you'll get nice and warmed up once you're inside me." Jim realized that he was starting to salivate. His stomach began to grumble and groan in anticipation, and he wondered if Kenny could hear it...
After the boy had buttered himself up, Jim ordered him to lie down on the cot, on his back. He dropped to his knees heavily at the foot of the cot and grabbed him firmly by the ankles, lifting his feet up. He hoped the hunger in his face wasn't too obvious. Now Jim could see a hint of fear in Ken's expression, and realized he'd have to work fast and get it done with before he changed his mind. (And just in case the policeman came around, too!)
He said in a reassuring tone, "It's okay, kid. I promise it won't hurt a bit. I've done this before." He grinned. Then he crouched down and opened his mouth very, very wide...
"Shit, man," Ken mumbled.
With a grunt, Jim quickly thrust both feet into his mouth and part-way down his throat -- Ken giggled despite his fear, squirming around as if he was being tickled. Jim grasped his legs more tightly and pushed again, taking him in almost to the knees with a thick, slurping sound.
"Holy cow, I can't believe you're doing that!" the boy said in amazement. "Hey, wait, I just thought of something... will I even be able to breathe in there?"
Jim tried to nod (which wasn't easy), and gulped again, taking his legs in even further. He couldn't believe how fantastic this felt... the kid was delicious! He'd be moaning with pleasure if his throat hadn't been so full. He wished he could slow down and enjoy every inch of Kenny's smooth, firm, sweet flesh as it slipped inside him, but there wasn't enough time -- besides, he was too ravenous!
Ken's face turned pale as he watched the huge man's mouth working to take him in, gobbling him up, the lips stretching around his hips and ass now. "Goddamn..." he whispered.
Jim's eyes were starting to roll over white with the effort. He continued to swallow, while at the same time holding Ken by his upper arms and shoving him in. Then he guided his hands into his mouth, gaping even wider to engulf the boy's muscular torso and arms. He could feel his legs starting to fold up inside his belly.
"Uhh, Mr. Reese?"
He ignored him. He couldn't believe the power of his throat muscles; it seemed they were working on auto-pilot, flexing and gulping almost on their own, practically sucking the kid down his gullet... it felt so natural. He realized there was no question now as to whether or not he needed drugs to do this.
But the most difficult part was coming: Kenny's wide shoulders...
Ken seemed to be having a bit of trouble breathing with the pressure on his chest. His eyes were starting to bug out, and there was an incredulous expression on his face; Jim imagined that he must've looked quite bizarre right now, with his mouth stetched out to grotesque proportions.
This was starting to get harder, and the sensation of fullness was unbelievable. Perhaps the boy was too big? Had he bitten off more than he could chew, so to speak?
The young man blurted, "I-- I'm not sure about this anymore. Wait..." He began to struggle feebly, but his arms were pinned to his sides, inside Jim's throat.
Suddenly, there was a loud knock at the trailer door. A voice called out, "Anyone in there?"
Jim's heart lunged. Shit, it was the cop! He looked Ken in the face, wondering what his reaction would be. Would he scream for help??
A moment of silence passed... then Ken seemed to make his decision: "Uh," he cleared his throat, and tried to talk in a deeper voice, "Yes, officer? I mean, who is it?"
Jim would've smiled if he could. He continued to swallow -- but now it felt like the kid was almost stuck!
"Jim Reese? I'd like to talk to you, if you don't mind."
"Uhh... okay, er, gimme a minute," Ken said.
Jim reached out, clamped onto Ken's shoulders and began forcefully shoving him in with all his strength, swallowing hard.
The door handle rattled. "Please open up, it's the police."
"Just-- just let me get some pants on! Oh, Christ..." Kenny gasped.
Now only his head still protruded from the man's mouth. Jim pushed on the crown of his head with both hands, and he continued to slide in... he could feel the kid's little beard scraping against the roof of his mouth.
In a muffled voice, he heard him say, "Jeez, it smells like hamburgers in here..."
And then he closed his mouth completely over him and gulped hugely. He felt the boy going all the way down, filling his gut...
The cop was knocking again, impatiently. "Sir, will you open the door??"
Jim was gasping for air. "Yeah, yeah," he managed to say. He could feel Ken squirming around inside him -- it seemed like he was trying to turn around. He gulped down several large mouthfuls of air so the kid could breathe. Then he got up with a loud grunt, steadying himself against the wall. The weight in his gut was incredible; he was having some difficulty just standing up!
He quickly kicked Ken's clothes and shoes under the cot, then unlocked the door.
The police officer looking up at him was on the short side, but quite burly. He had a thick, brown, brush-like moustache and a buzzcut. He was carrying his cap under one arm.
Almost immediately, his eyes went to Jim's enormous, round globe of a belly, and his jaw dropped slightly. But then he tried to compose himself and looked Jim in the face, saying in a firm voice, "Is there a problem?"
"Uh, no-- sorry I took so long, officer. I was... I had to put some clothes on." Jim tried to laugh.
The cop looked at him suspiciously. "I thought I heard someone else in here."
"Nope, just me. I was having a little snooze."
"Well... I'm Officer Banks. May I come in? I'd like to ask you a few questions."
"Oh, sure." Jim backed up to allow the guy to enter.
"So you're the foreman on this site, Mr. Reese?" The cop couldn't seem to help himself; he kept glancing down at Jim's gut. Jim was nervous... for some reason, Ken was struggling a bit inside him, and he hoped it wouldn't be visible from the outside. Was the boy uncomfortable?
"Yes."
The policeman looked slowly around the interior of the trailer. He said, "You know a young man named Kenneth Delaney?"
"Yeah, I think so. He's one of the employees' kids."
"Have you seen him today?"
Jim's stomach gurgled audibly. "Ah, no. Haven't seen him."
"You sure? One of your workmen seems to think he came up here. He's in a bit of trouble, I'm afraid."
"Sorry, I was sleeping. I didn't see anyone." From Jim's belly came a small moan; Jim thumped a hand to his gut and uttered a short, loud burp. "Ooof... 'scuse me, officer!"
Banks couldn't seem to contain himself any longer -- chuckling, he poked Jim in the belly and said, "I'm sorry, but... man! That is some huge gut you've got there, buddy." He shook his head. "You got a horse in there, or what?"
"Aw, no, it's just fat. And... I had a big lunch today, too." Jim smiled broadly.
"Never seen anything like that. Damn! Sorry, I hope I haven't embarassed you."
"That's alright, I know I could stand to lose 'bout 200 pounds. So, umm... what's the boy done?"
"I can't really tell you that." The cop took another quick look around the trailer. "Well, you just keep an eye out for him, okay?"
"Okay, sure thing."
"Thanks for your time. You take care, sir." He left.
Jim could feel a massive belch building up, trying to escape. He sat down on the cot with a groan. Ken was wriggling around more now, and he could hear him trying to say something -- obviously, he wanted to be released.
Now that the policeman was gone Jim could relax, and really savour the experience of having a whole, live person inside his stomach. It felt great, even better than with the doctor... he'd never had such an enjoyable and satisfying meal in his life!
And now he was starting to realize something else: he didn't want to let the boy back out after all. He knew he had to; he'd surely suffocate in there before long and besides, he thought he could feel his digestive juices starting to flow. Just awhile longer, he thought...
The kid moaned again from inside his gut. His struggles seemed to be weakening.
Mm-mmm... he'd sure been a tasty morsel. He felt so full... and yet he thought that he could probably take someone even a little bigger than Kenny, next time. Jim rubbed his belly, opened his mouth wide and heaved out a huge, long, thun- derous belch. He was about to gulp down some fresh air for the boy, but then stopped himself.
With a sigh, he stretched out onto his back instead. I guess this was my plan all along, he thought to himself. Wasn't it? He didn't know if he could actually digest such an incredible amount of food...
but he supposed there was only one way to find out.
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senbbonzakura · 7 months ago
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Could you please do what the first time fucking would be like with the main 3? 🫶
Thanksss :)
okiii!!
⋆ FIRST TIME WITH MAIN 3 :
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✩ — STAN !
he doesn't know what to do
nevrous af
he wants to ask you to just take things into your hands but what if you think hes a pussy not a man...
ur just about to see his dick???!!! and hes about to see ur body????!!!
keeps asking if you're sure that you want this
in the end he just decides to go with the flow.
he trusts you after all, if something goes wrong he'll go through it with you
so he does what he thinks is right
experience is... not bad
just would be nicer if he had some confidence
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✩ — KYLE !
asks if youre okay literally every 5 seconds.
needs to make sure he wont make you feel bad about this
hes not as nervous as stan
he knows what needs to be done
if he does smth wrong just laughs it off
makes sure youre comfortable
praises you after
"you did so good f me, honey"
asks if you need something when you two are done
IMMEDIATELY runs to give you whatever you need
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✩ — KENNY !
knows how to... somehow
he asks if u want to yk
promises to be gentle
was he gentle? oh yeah
but only at the beginning
i mean at first he was really slow to let you adjust and when u got used to the feeling he started rlly like fucking you rather than love making
holds you the whole time
extra points if you scratched his back
man lives for that shit
he hopes it leaves a scar
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noirvette · 2 years ago
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main 3 + butters! seeing reader in lingerie for the first time!!
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first time doing headcanons and a scenario 😋 also i apologize in advance if this is bad, i've written nsfw only ONCE before and hated it so much that i never finished it BAHAHA
cws: nsfw, but nothing too explicit Aged up characters! (College au, early 20s)
♡ STAN MARSH
Thinks he died and went to heaven for a second in all honesty. Like he could not believe you standing in front of him wearing lingerie.
He saw you with it on and had to process what he was seeing, definitely stuttering as he finds the words to say
He's rocking with it though, 100%. Has always had a small thing for lingerie but didn't exactly know how to bring it up so he just never said anything lol
Stan seems to me as a more of a red satin kind of guy, simple sets work for him
Doesn't want to tear it or anything, when taking it off of you he's rather careful, more so into savoring the moment of seeing you in lingerie (and eventually you out of it).
Whether its false bravado or not, he gets over his initial shock rather quickly
"You okay? Babe?" Stan calls out, sitting on the side of your bed tapping his fingers against the frame.
"Yeah sorry, coming out now," You respond, walking out of the bathroom, covered in a simple red satin lingerie set, "you like?"
"Holy shi-, wow you look good. Damn." Stan stutters out, taking you and your outfit in, "you, uh, you didn't have to do this you know. I'm- I'm, not saying you look bad, holy shit you look so good-"
"I know I didn't have to," You giggle, a blush covering your face, walking closer to him before sitting on his lap, "but I wanted this to be special, you know for our first time. I wanted to look good for you."
Stan licks his lips, reaching to kiss and bite at your neck as his hands grip your sides before they slowly make a descent down to your hips. "Well, you always look good, doesn't matter what you got on." His fingers tug at the waistband of the underwear, "but fuck, this is so hot."
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♡ KYLE BROFLOVSKI
Doesn't know what to do and he doesn't know what to say either
Definitely whines/quietly whimpers at seeing you in lingerie though
He'd be a fan of dark green lace or floral sets
Another one to be careful with taking it off of you, but its because he's so nervous
Finds the concept of lingerie initially dorky until he sees you in it and now he understands the appeal.
He is so cute bro, he has the biggest blush covering his face and he stutters and he can't make eye contact (kicking my feet and giggling as I write this about him rn), definitely repeats words and phrases as his brain is trying to think of what to say next
Kyle covers his mouth, embarrassed at the whimper that leaves him as you lift up your shirt, revealing the dark green lingerie underneath. You feel him getting even harder underneath you and you slowly roll your hips against his. Kyle quickly grabs onto your hips hard and shakily moans, hands gripping you firmly.
"Baby, baby, baby.." Kyle whines out as he stares at how well the dark green compliments your body. "Mhmm," you hum, "what is it?"
"You look so good, so good.." He looks so dazed as his eyes constantly dart over your body. Kyle is absolutely smitten with the way the lingerie sits on you.
"You like it huh?" You whisper as your bring your hand to his face, cupping his cheek. He nervously swallows and turns his head to press a kiss into your hand, before gently biting a finger while looking up at you.
Turning his head back to face you, he whimpers out a "god yes," as his hips buck up up into you, drawing a small moan out of you, "so so much."
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♡ KENNY MCCORMICK
There is one singular phrase going through his head when he sees what you got on and it's "fuck me"
He's so unbelievably hard in like 2 seconds that it's alarming
He's a fan of sheer brighter colors and garters, but really any lingerie set looks good and he's really fine with anything you're putting on.
He'll rip the fabric off of you, he doesn't really care if you make a noise of complaint, he's too invested in getting him in you and making you feel good.
He'll make it up to you later by managing to get you another set later. (That he rips off you anyhow, it's a never ending cycle)
Would love to receive pictures of you in various lingerie sets. So after this whole thing of surprising him by wearing it for the first time, he'll want pictures of you from now on.
"Fuck y/n," Kenny groans, bucking himself against you, "you look so pretty. My pretty baby." His hands wander over your body, feeling the thin material and your skin causing him to become impatient.
Kenny leans forward to suck at your neck, causing you to let out small moans. "I need, need, this off of you. Now." Before you're able to say anything, he tugs at the top half a bit too roughly, ripping the thin material into halves.
"Kenny!" You exclaim, shock and annoyance evident in your tone.
Kenny stops briefly and he lets out a small laugh before kissing you, "I'm sorry hun, can't wait. Need you now. Gotta make you feel good."
You huff, "This was a bit pricey, Ken. How are you gonna make this one up?"
He snorts, before flipping you over and situating you so his face is pressed between your thighs, "Oh I'll make it up to you baby, and then some, promise."
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♡ BUTTERS STOTCH
Another blushy and nervous wreck to see you in lingerie.
I feel he'd LOVE white sets, design doesn't matter, but there's something about wearing white in his eyes that just.. gets him going yk?
He definitely has a battle with himself on where to place his hands. Do you want them on your waist, hips, do you want to hold hands? What if he rips the fabric?
Stutters out compliments. Compliments you the whole time actually, his eyes nervously watch your every movement
He loves if you brush your body still clad with the lingerie against his bare skin. The feeling of technical skin contact but thin material between you two has got him in a chokehold for some reason
Calls you his angel because of the white lingerie and how beautiful/ethereal you look to him right now
Butters believes this is how he dies, underneath you, clad in a sheer white lingerie set. You slowly drag your fingers against his skin and he finds himself without a single complaint as to how he would be dying. He finds himself without many thoughts actually and the ones he does have are just about you.
"Oh god angel," Butters shudders, his brain turning into mush at the feeling of your body against his. His hands hovering just above your thighs, as he nervously thumbs at the material draped over them.
You giggle at his behavior, "you can touch me, you know?"
"O-oh, I know honey, but, you.. you just look so gosh darn gorgeous and..." he trails off, adams apple bobbing as your drag your hands along his waist. "..and what, Butters..?" You whisper against his ear.
His hands grip your thighs and bites his lip. "I want you.. please honey, my angel." He shifts underneath you, hoping you catch the hint and quit teasing him.
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southparktexts · 7 months ago
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Hi, could you do like, period comfort w/ main four? No pressure though, of course
ofc anon !!
Period Comfort w/ Main 4
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stan ;
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- when you got your period, he was kinda like ‘ok’
- he has a sister so he already knows all about periods and stuff
- i feel like he knows how to help you already
- if you got your period at his house he’ll grab you a pad
- i can see him just being a support man on the time of the months
- only letting you rest on the bed as he does everything
- mainly cuddles with you as the big spoon
- he knows you needa man at this time to make you feel better!
- if you take days off school because of your period, he will come over after school with your favourite snacks
- kisses and reassurance
“stanny.. my stomach hurts so much..”
“i know baby, i know.. ill go get a heat pack for you, okay?”
kyle ;
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- deffo grossed out at first
- *ahem* microbiome episode
- but anyways…
- doesn’t know what to do, he either gets his mom over or you have to explain it
- his mom is so fucking nice to you as well, shows you where the pads / tampon cabinet is and pill cabinet
- after that his mom lectures him on periods and he learns
- next time you message him or get your period over at his house he runs to grab you stuff
“..shit..”
“whats wrong babe?”
“i got my period”
- this man is S P R I N T I N G.
- immediately throws in a heat-pack in the microwave
- running to grab pads and spare underwear for you and painkillers
- would deffo make gift baskets for you
- filled with teddys that have heating inside, chocolates, your favourite snacks, soups
kenny ;
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- this man knows nothing
- literally nothing
- the ONLY and ONLY way he knows about periods is either the internet
- or he heard his mom explain it to his younger sister
- would slightly panick when you got your period
- like what does he do
- COMFORT TALK.
- saying shit like “you’re okay..” “just breathe f’me..”
- hes definitely panicking but not like tweek type of panic
- this can ONLY go two ways:
“shit.. i just got my period.”
“oh.. whats that.”
OR
“fuck me.. i think i got my period”
“oh shit do you need anything?!?! water????”
- probably treats you so delicately on your period
- like your pregnant or something
- read online that sex can help with period cramps..
- yk where im going w this.
cartman ;
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- GROSSED OUT.
- more of the fact that he touched a bloody tampon once and fondled with it without knowing thats blood coming from your vag
- *AHEM* the one scene where cartman finds stan’s mom’s tampon in the trash
- definitely makes a face but definitely knows that you can’t control it
- WILL DEFFO MAKE REMARKS LIKE “couldn’t you make it later”
- when you got your period near him he immediately called his mom
- but not for you
- because you got blood on the couch.
“MOOOOMMMM Y/N GOT BLOOD ON THE COUCH.”
“bruh.”
- cartman’s mom would be like kyles mom but a lot nicer
- talks you through where everything is
- next time you get your period you basically know where everything is and you tell his mom and him
- cartman cuddles you and puts blankets on you silently
- while cartman’s mom is basically support
- if you have cravings and you tell him.. well..
“MOMMMMM Y/NS CRAVING COOKIES”
“nono its fine mrs. cartman-“
“oh of course honey”
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vctrvn-ls · 1 year ago
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Hellooo, could you write a '3am though ' about the Boys being clingy? Cause I feel like everyone is clingy in a different way hehe
Types of Clingy | Beta Squad |
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Chunkz
His clingyness would show through being a little too co-dependent. I’m not saying he wouldn’t be able to make independent decisions at all, but most of the time he would definitely want your opinion…on pretty much like everything. New shoes, place to stay while on a work trip, where to eat, how to dress for the weather and on and on. Sometimes it’s nice to know that someone wants to hear your point of view, but other times it could be very very annoying.
Sharky
Sharky’s thing is definitely constantly texting or like somehow communicating through his phone 24/7. Doesn’t matter if you’re calling, chatting or just sending each other goofy snaps, he needs to constantly talk. He’d always send “update” messages out of nowhere, like imagine he decided to go to the store to buy some fruits and he’s in line, waiting and bored and suddenly some drama happens between a customer and the worker. He’d whip out his phone in a fraction of a second and begin describing the entire situation to you. Most of the time you don’t mind it, the opposite, you actually like it, but sometimes Sharky can get a little persistent and if you don’t reply while he’s currently bored, he’s going to spam your phone, asking where are you and “why are you ignoring me?”
Niko
Time is money to this man. Quality time is gold and Niko definitely wants it. He’s a busy man himself but if he finds out you have even a small 20 minute break from anything, you best be ready for him to appear and persuade you to do something together. Maybe you’re at work and you’re having lunch, in which case he’d offer to drive you to the nearest coffee shop, maybe you’re at uni and you have a free period during which he’ll sneak you out to have some ice cream. And when he’s done with work for the day, the first thing he’s doing is calling you and saying that he’s finally free from whatever, after which he would definitely suggest going somewhere, no matter how tired he was.
AJ
“Lisa are you dumb? AJ hates human contact, he said so himself like 100 times! You’re not telling me he’d be the physically clingy one!”
Hahahah - is my response guys. AJ. Would be. Possessive. (as fuck) Okay yes he hates it when people touch him BUT YOU AREN’T JUST PEOPLE! He wants you to constantly hold his hand or arm, he needs it. And for him it would be a totally normal thing to have his arm around your waist at all times when going out. He wants people to know that you’re with him, that you’re his and that nothing is getting in between the two of you. Doesn’t matter where: party, grocery store, at a fucking dentist appointment, this guy couldn’t care less, just as long as he’s somehow holding onto you or you’re holding onto him.
Kenny
This one a bit sad. I think Kenny would be a little insecure. Like ok we know he’s the sexiest man alive but in his eyes he’s still not good enough for you. And that’s exactly what gnaws at him. Sometimes arguments would spur between the two of you out of nothing. Imagine you went out and didn’t tell Kenny, just forgot to mention or you were in a hurry. When you finally come back home he’d be like “where have you been?” , “why didn’t you tell me you were going out?” , “who’d you go out with?” , but it wouldn’t be in a controlling sense, you get me? Like he’d be worried, paranoid even and to you sometimes it would seem stupid. Like you shouldn’t be constantly explaining things to him. But no matter how mad or pissed you wanna be at him, you can’t. Why? Cause it’s Kenny and Kenny is 🔛🔝 of everything <3
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local-new-kid-super · 26 days ago
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Little things Professor Chaos does for New Kid! Reader after a battle.
Sorry this took me a bit, been busy!
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☆ First things first, Professor Chaos knows the most important part of turning the tides in battle is minions. Taking care of your legion is important, so before his Chaos army packs up after a fight, Butters is going to be checking up on each of his Chaos army members. He's picked up minimal spanish from his time as Mantequilla, so he checks on his hired workers and the dogs wrapped in tin foil. Catch him handing out tinfoil covered juice boxes and ham sandwiches, or little 'Princess Kenny' brand bandaids.
☆ You're a hero, so he's not technically supposed to patch you up, but that doesn't mean he wants to hurt you! He'll avoid directly attacking you, and might occasionally drop a healing item or two onto the floor.
☆ He admires you so much! You're a real hero, not just someone doing it for money or fame (like a certain Trash-panda themed hero). A part of him worries you could never really be his friend because of his love for chaos, but, surely if you knew what he'd been through you'd understand.
☆ "You're impressive moves, and good looks are no match for Chaos, New Kid!"
"Good looks? Thats fucking gay, Chaos." Raccoon says, and Chaos founders.
"Aw geez..."
☆ You'll frequently end up 'kidnapped' and taken to the U-Stor-It for interrogation, but Professor Chaos seems to have no desire to figure out what Raccoon and Friends are actually up too.
☆"Mwahaha! Foolish hero, you've allowed yourself to get caught up in the chaos of battle! Now you're officially my prisoner." Professor Chaos cackles, a crack of lighting crosses the sky as he stops laughing and seems to grow a bit awkward. "Uh, I'm gonna interrogate you now, okay? Don't go anywhere, I gotta get my minions for back up-" About half an hour later, he's having you aid his 'villainy' by feeding carrot sticks to his sweet gerbil minions.
"So, new kid, what kind of... what kind stuff does a hero do when they have free time? You know, and who do they, uh, who do they hang out with?"
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sydsaint · 7 months ago
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Best Bout Machine is Back Baby!!!!! <3
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Summary: As his wife, you accompany Kenny when he finally comes back to Dynamite.
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You pick nervously at your nails as the car pulls into the safety of the back parking lot. Kenny glances over at you and notices the worried look on your face.
"Hey." Kenny's soft voice breaks you out of your fit of worry. "It's going to be fine, sweetie. I'm going to be fine." He assures you.
You turn your head toward your husband and nod. "I know." You nod and fall silent for again. "It's just...Matt and Nick." You add after a moment. "Plus you heard the doctor. You have to take it easy Ken."
Kenny chuckles, amused by how much worrying you do when it comes to him. "I know." He muses and reaches over to grab your hand. "It's sweet that you worry so much." Kenny lifts your hand in his and kisses the back of it gently. "But we've got this, okay?" He assures you.
You reluctantly nod and the car comes to a full stop in an empty spot. The two of you gather up your things and head inside the arena for Dynamite.
You hang around backstage with Kenny for most of the night. It's only after he insists that he'll be okay and that you should allow yourself a few minutes to go catch up with your friends, do you leave his side. Kenny remains backstage mingling with some of his work buddies while you head down to the women's locker room.
"YN! Oh my gosh! It's so good to see you!" Willow is the first one to greet you once you're in the locker room.
"Willow!" You grin and open your arms wide for a hug. "Gosh! Yes! It's so good to see you again!" You hug her tightly.
Willow picks you up off the ground in a crushing hug before setting you back down to the floor.
"How are you, girl?" Willow asks you eagerly. "You look great! And how's Kenny?"
"I've been good, thanks." You reply. "And Kenny is doing much better, thanks. He's not cleared to wrestle just yet. But he is cleared to travel so there's that." You explain the situation to Willow.
Willow nods, soaking up the information. "That's good news." She smiles at you. "And how are you? How's it feel to be back on the road and not cooped up at home all the time?"
"It's nice being out of the house, yeah." You admit. "And I'm doing well, thanks, Willow." You smile at her.
You and Willow catch up a bit before you move on and catch up with a few more people. You are in the middle of talking with Toni Storm when Willow barges into the room like a mad woman.
"YN!" Willow hollers out into the open room before spotting you.
"Willow?" You turn away from Toni in confusion. "What's wrong?" You question her as she rushes over to you and Toni.
Willow comes to a stop at your side. She takes a split-second to catch her breath before putting a hand on your arm with a worried look on her face.
"YN you need to come quick!" Willow huffs. "Kenny just got attacked out in the ring by Matt and Nick!" She explains.
"What!?" You gasp. "Oh my god!"
You rush past Willow and out of the locker room. Sprinting at full speed you weave through the backstage area and out toward the ring.
When you manage to make it out to the ring Kenny is already on the ground, post-attack. You watch in horror as he clutches his midsection in agony, his former friends standing tall above him. You find yourself unable to move as medical and security staff begin to file out from the backstage area. Matt and Nick walk past you, both making a passing glance as they go.
"Oh, no. Oh, fuck." You finally find yourself able to move.
You move forward and rush around the ring to where some of the medical team are helping get Kenny onto a stretcher.
"Kenny? Hey, Ken. It's me. It's, YN. It's going to be alright, okay?" You assure him.
Kenny writhes in pain on the stretcher and you grab his hand for support. The medical team leads the two of you up the ramp and through the backstage area to where there is an ambulance waiting in the loading bay.
Your worry lessens a bit once you see the waiting ambulance in the distance. But then Matt and Nick show up again and your worry warps into rage.
"You two!" You whip around and confront the Jackson brothers. "You arrogant, pigheaded, Chauvinistic, fuckheads!" You shout for anyone and everyone to hear.
"YN! Let's just calm down now." Matt winces at you and stomps over to him.
You continue on the warpath toward the brothers who both back to retreat. "I want both of you fuckers out of my sight before I shove my foot up both of your asses!" You growl at the brothers.
Jack Perry pops up behind the brothers and you begin to see red. You lock eyes with him and shove past Matt and Nick. Jack spots you coming and is quick to retreat with Matt and Nick.
"Ma'am!" One of the medical staffers shouts at you from back toward the ambulance. "We're about to roll out. Are you coming?" He asks you.
You shoot one last death glare at the Jackson brothers and Jack before turning back around and heading back to the ambulance. You head inside the back of the ambulance and take a seat by Kenny's gurney.
"Sorry about that, sweetie." You grab Kenny's hand and smile at him. "I'm back. And we're going to get you all fixed up again, okay?"
"I'm going to be fine, honey." Kenny lets out a strained cough and clutches at your hand.
You nod in agreement and squeeze his hand. "I know, baby. I know."
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lollipopliccer · 11 months ago
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ꫂ ၴႅၴ cock warming , big cocky hahaa , praise , pet names ꫂ ၴႅၴ
lollipopliccer drabble babbles ❦ hehehe first drabblleeeee, im gonna call em my drabble babbles , cuz in these they’re just gonna be straight waffle. this post was meant to b short but i still ended up making it too fucking long UGH + barely anytime went into this soo yea.
in need of some proper pampering ૮꒰˶•⤙•˶ ꒱ა
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kento taking care of his baby after you feel so fucking exhausted and irritable from doing uni assignments allll day (yes fucking plssss!)
kento who just says “come here, my love” as you grumble and stomp, but once you hear nanami’s soft, deep voice it immediately gets to you, having you already feeling pouty. u walk up from ur desk to the couch to where kento’s sat. walking up to him you feign indifference from the way his voice affects you, even though his voice has your mind going placesss
although you still feel a little stubborn, instead of taking your rightful place on his lap, you rather defiantly snark a
“what.”
nanami already knows how his baby gets so he ignores your little attitude for now. he takes your hand kissing it before guiding you onto him so you can straddle him. he pulls you close to him while he spreads his legs so you can sit on him comfy, just how you like.
“mmm there you go baby” kento soothes, you snuggle into him sum more. feeling too frustrated by the day u don’t wanna talk u don’t wanna think, u just want kento to hold u.
kento runs his fingers through your braids, lightly tracing along the nape of your neck, making you feel tingly all over. he then rubs your back with his other hand under your oversized hoodie, and you almost purr from the sensations
feeling so tender, u want him in you
“ken can i please…” you whisper, wanting him inside you. it would make you feel so placid, so nice and gooey
nanami knowing what you needed from the way you’ve been rocking on him from time to time, your purrs and little gasps weren’t helping him stay focused on calming you
“mmm, i’m not sure honey, that’ll take some prep” kento unsure of what you could take right now, didn’t want to hurt you
“m’good kennie, i just wanna sit on it” you tell kento raising ur head a bit so he can see u better
“mmmm” kento hums as he puts his forefinger under your chin guiding you up to him. before your lips touch he ghosts his thumb over your bottom lip. he practically salivates at how soft and plush they are. you bring your hands around his neck and pull him to you
oooo n the way he kisses is just so good, his lips so soft, you can taste your cocoa butter lip balm on his lips, the way he holds you in place. he would let you grind your hips on him for a little bit before you got whiny and he’d pulled out his hardening cock.
his cock in his hand, growing n throbbing, thankfully he was still a little soft so itd be easier for you to work in. kento’s cock was always struggle to take. no matter how many times you’ve slobbered and cum all over it. no matter where you were taking it, nanami took his time to work you up, thoroughly.
whether it was on his tongue or his fingers, or both, he’d make you cum for him over and over before he’d let you touch him. no matter how much he whined, he was a patient man, a man with discipline. it made you go fucking crazy.
“we’ll go slow and then you can sit on it, that okay baby?” kento conditions.
“k” you smirk, feeling elated that he’s gonna let you have your way.
he gently kisses your forehead before whispering down to you
“spit on it”
nanami still worried that you weren’t prepped enough, he didn’t want to hurt his princess. he wanted to make sure you were just so relaxed. so he makes sure to have you gather your spit and watch as you.
as your spit slides down his cock, you watch it twitch, and kento’s breath hitches. he uses your spit to help lubricate himself so it’ll be easier for you to take.
you hold onto his shoulders and let him guide his dick into your wet pussy. the stretch from just the tip has you suck in your breath,
“aaangh” you whine
nanami immediately soothes you pulling you into him so your head rests on his shoulder into his neck
“sshhh baby, i know, i know, i’ve got you, just gonna be a little more promise”
“mmm m’kay” you moan from feeling kento flex his hips into you more, making you take inch by inch. the stretch is unbelievable.
he’s so fucking thick and heavy, the way his dick throbs in you is just what you needed. the way he slowly glides his into you, so you can feel the veins of his cock melting you on him until you feel him bottom out in you.
your hips on his, the way he grips them, you can see the veins on his hands. his hands clutching the curves of your hips, helping you sit pretty on his dick, his gorgeous princess.
“good girl” he praises, so proud of you for being able to take him
you give a mix of a hum giggle as a response, too tired to talk. but loving the feel of him, loving all he was doing for you, you felt completely full, prettily stuffed and satisfied
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sunny-ssunset · 3 months ago
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Pretty in Pink!
South park x girly popular reader
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Chapter 3
Masterlist!
♡The chapter no one asked for 😍✌️ Lmao sorry Im writing another bc i love it, sorry for not posting much i have been so busy 😭 tbh Y/n reminds me of the queen of hearts AGED UP!
"Kenny you have such pretty eyes!!" Y/n cooed, brushing his hair out of his face. "I know, I could be a model" He joked, giving in to the affection. Wendy watched the scene play out, Jealous of all the attention she gets. Poor Y/n must hate all the attention, she'd need someone to take her place one day, Someone who can handle the pressure of being perfect.... Someone like Wendy. I mean it would take a while for Wendy to get to Y/n's standards, plus Y/n might not want to be replaced just yet. Even if its for the best to protect precious Y/n.
"Wendy? Hun you okay? You have been so quiet today-" "Stan wants to break up." Wendy interupted, Y/n looking taken a back. "Oh girl, I'm so sorry, He's a douche, We dont need him right? How about a girls night? No silly party or anything, just us?" Y/n cooed, Wendy taking notice on how she said 'We' like it was also her problem, how considerate of her. "Yayyy Can i come?" Kenny grinned playing with a strand of Y/n's hair. "NO!" Bebe choked, suddenly clinging on to Y/n's arm, "Ahem- No, its a girls night"Bebe corrected herself as Y/n smiled, looking at Kenny.
"Wendy? Wendy please I really need to talk to you" Stan appeared, Literally scaring the shit out of everyone. Y/n frowned, "Stan she doesn't want to talk to you right no-" Stan looking a bit shocked by Y/n's reaction, Wendy interupting her, "Y/n I think I need to sort this out now." She smiled apologeticly at Y/n, before leaving with Stan.
"I always try help that girl and it gets me nowhere. Ugh im just so sick of doing everything for everyone. You know how much I do for people Kenny, And all i get is an awkward smile now and again." Y/n pouts laying into him, "Y/n If you were mine I'd treat you well" Kenny flirts, brushing her hair out of her face, as Bebe fake gags "Eww guys get a room!!!!" Bebe whines stomping her feet. "Bebe you are so cute, guys come on lets go to class" Y/n laughs as she gets up from Kenny's warm embrace, the others following on behind her.
"KYLE!!!! I HAVENT SEEN YOU IN AGES OH MY GODDD" Y/n beams, running up to sit by Kyle, "You saw me yesterday." He shifts away from her, voice laced with a slight anger. Y/n frowns "Kyle baby!!! Are you okay whats the matter??" She clings onto his arm "JESUS FUCKING CHRIST Y/N LEAVE ME ALONE!" Kyle shouts at her, banging his fists on the table and moving to sit futher away from Y/n, Her eyes pounding with anger, How dare he? Who the fuck does he think he is. Someone has to teach him a lesson, Nobody treats Y/n like that absolutely no one-
"Hey guys I'm back" Wendy chirps, seeming to be in a better mood, Stan standing at the doorway sending Y/n a sweet smile and a 'can we pleaseeee talk' look. Her giving a fowl one back. "Wendy I missed you!!! Come sit by meeee" "Hey wait i wanna sit buy you" "No i do!!!!" Complaints from both Kenny and Bebe were heard, "Guys Wendys just been through a breakup, let her sit by me!" Y/n smirked, as if sitting with her were a reward. They both accepted and sat down behind Y/n, "Anything happen while I were gone?" Wendy smiled, Y/n, Kenny and Bebe shot glares at Wendy, her not knowing what she did wrong, Bebe and Kenny a bit too scared to mention what happened before with Kyle, Wendy taking the hint by their scared looks.
"Nothing happened Wendy." Said Y/n, a blank tone and expression on her face, That quickly changing while she spoke again, "Enough of that, boring stuff. What happened with you!!" Y/n beamed, leaning into Wendy more, "Well, Me and Stan have decided to be friends, I think we both have our eye on someone else at the minute!" Wendy smiled, now she was finally able to have Y/n to herself. No fighting with her boyfriend over her anymore!
"Yayyyy girls night!!!!" Bebe cheered, "No actually I'm thinking we throw a party, show everyone your available plus Kenny can come then!!" Y/n chirped, Bebe looking a bit disappointed. I mean little did Wendy know it would take alot more than breaking up with Stan for her to have Y/n, Bebe also had her eye on her, What does Wendy expect Y/n Is Perfect.
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clockwayswrites · 1 year ago
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Catching Cold, Part 3
WC: 1061, Masterpost
CW: Past vivisection, general discussion of wounds, bad parents Jack and Maddie
The duffel bag had a full med kit in it.
Danny was grateful for it, beyond grateful, but why did the bag have a full med kit in it? Why did Danny know where the bag was? Why did it have clothing that fit him and extra shoes and a wad of cash? Danny stuffed the cash back into the sock he had found it in and opened the med kit.
It was very, very well stocked. He was past when he should change his bandages, really. His chest pulled as he peeled off his shirt and he bit back a noise at the pain. Maybe sitting in the truck the whole day hadn’t been the best for him. His bandages looked clean at least, no seepage.
He had just gotten the wrappings off and was gently cleaning the wound when there was a knock at the door.
“You in there, kid?” It was Midge, the driver Danny had been riding with.
“Yeah?”
“Can I come in? Got some stuff for you.”
“Um, sure.”
The door opened and Midge froze at the threshold. “Jesus, kid. Who the fuck did that to you?”
Danny stared at his chest in the mirror. It really did look gruesome, he supposed, reddened skin still stitched together, cut in a y from collar bone to sternum and down the center of his chest. Everything around it looked like one massive bruise.
“I had to have surgery,” Danny mumbled.
“Yeah? What for?” Midge asked, edging a little closer, like Danny was some wounded animal.
Maybe he was.
He felt like one.
He shook his head. “Sorry, what?”
“What was the surgery for, kid?”
Danny opened his mouth then slowly closed it. He… It… his brows furrowed. He shook his head. “I don’t know. It happened suddenly. My parent said we’d talk about it when I was better.”
“The doctor didn’t explain?”
He shrugged. It pulled at the wound. “I don’t remember a hospital.” Was that weird? That was weird. “I went to sleep at home and woke up about a week later back in my bed.”
Midge didn’t say anything, just watched Danny’s reflection with their expressive brown eyes. Finally they gave a decisive little nod. “Okay, kid. I got you some shampoo, soap, and deodorant. The showers are through that door. You got a change of clothing?”
Danny nodded.
“Okay. I don’t have room in my cab for you to sleep, but Kenny is in the stop too and Paul isn’t with him, so he’s got room for you on a bunk in his cab. You want to head out with me when I leave?”
“You’ll let me?” Danny blurted out, too surprised by the offer to just accepted.
Midge’s eyes softened. “Yeah, ‘course. You said wherever I was going and my haul isn’t done yet. If you want to go with me, seat’s still yours.” They set the small bottle of shampoo, bar of soap, and tube of deodorant on the top of his duffel bag.
Danny stared at the little collection of items and had to blink back tears. “I, yeah. Thanks.”
“Okay. Clean up. I’ll meet you in the diner part of this joint in fifteen or so.”
“Thanks, Midge.”
“Sure kid.”
It took Danny a good few minutes just to gather himself enough to head into the shower room to quickly clean off. As he re-bandaged his chest with too practiced hands, his mind spun.
He didn’t remember a hospital, not for a single moment.
His parents were keeping something from him.
The stitches were in the same neat rows that his mother used to use stitch up his broken stuffed animals with.
Danny rushed to the toilet and threw up what little was in his stomach.
What had they done to him?
-
Midge was sitting in one of the peeling linoleum booths, looking freshly showered and talking to another driver. Danny tugged on the edge of his hoodie as their eyes turned to him.
“Kid, over here.”
Danny shuffled over. He sat down across from midge, tucking the duffel bag next to him. He’d stuffed what could be useful from his backpack into it and thrown away the rest. He wouldn’t need that chemistry textbook anymore.
“Kid, this is Kenny. Kenny, the kid,” Midge said with a little wave between them.
“Nice to meet you, Kid,” Kenny said like it was Danny’s name. He had a big busy beard that was going grey around the edges and a kind smile. “Guess you’re bunking with me tonight.”
“Yeah, thanks for letting me…”
“No issue. Normally my man Paul rides with me, but he’s helping his sister move this week,” Kenny said. “So dropped him off in the last city and I’ll try to find a job to get back to him soon enough. They could use the time though if it takes a bit.”
“Kenny is a talker,” Midge said. Midge very much wasn’t a talker. “What do you want to eat, kid?”
“I, um, not really hungry,” Danny said. His belly flip-flopped uneasily at just the thought of food.
“They do oatmeal. How about some oatmeal?” Kenny suggested.
Oatmeal… could work. Danny gave a silted little nod.
“Great! I’ll put in an order then go get cleaned up. They’ll call for it right over there when it’s ready,” Kenny said, motioning with one of his large hands as he stood and headed off before Danny could protest Kenny paying for him.
“Kenny is a good man, so’s Paul. Them and me and others, we have this group. We look out for each other at stops and on the road. We don’t let anyone cause any shit for any of the others of us. See, we ain’t the most typical folks. Kenny and Paul are married, been together ages before that. I don’t much care about gender, mine or others. We’ve got drivers who used to be one thing an’ are now another. We’ve all found our place on the road,” Midge said. It was the most Danny had heard them talk. “If you don’t have an issue with any of that and need to stay moving, we can see you safe. Just gotta help out when asked.”
Danny’s fingers knotted in his hoodie. He had to clear his throat. “I can do that.”
“Okay. Then welcome to the Rainbow Road, Kid.”
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AN: Danny's going on a journey! Whether he wants it or not. At least he found a group willing to fiercely protect a hurt kid. He's not the first one they helped out, even if his wounds are a new level of fucked up from what they're used to.
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maginxlia · 2 years ago
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Starring Tokyo Revengers Men In ✰ Missing You PT 2
Cast Line Up Draken, Takashi, Takemichi, Chifuyu, Keisuke and Taiju Shiba
Rated TV-MA
Minors This Isn’t For You
Summary ✰ How the Men Mind and Body Reacts to you being Far from them! Powerful Sexy Men All needy for you! Part Two Baby!
No pronouns up in here but the Reader has a Kitty
Ken 'Draken' Ryuguji
✰ Draken Denies That you being far away  has any effect on him but Baby That's a lie
✰ His concentration is broken, His dick is hard and His balls are begging to be emptied into you 
✰ Got Him Laying in bed with your pillow on his face while he takes in your scent and tug on his dick
✰ Cumming Doesn't Feel the same without your gummy walls holding his dick just right 
✰ Draken Going to work Frustrated and in need of you, To make It worse Mikey is asking questions in front of everyone 
✰ “You okay Ken-Chin?” Mikey asked while eating his food making everyone look at Draken, “Yeah. I'm fine.” Draken answers back hoping Mikey drops it. “No, you're not. You've been pent up ever since Y/N left for their trip” Mikey said without even looking making Draken Eye twitch
✰ Hell Yeah, he's pent up and he can't wait to take his frustration out on that tight pussy of yours, show you how much he missed you.
✰ “Want the Neighbors to hear how much you missed this dick” Draken groans while he pull your body close to his
Draken had you in his arms with his dick buried between your sweet folds. he even didn't take your panties off, he just pushed them to the side before sliding his hard dick in your moist cunt,  “Fuck. So wet for me. Guess it was all that teasing I did to you or did you miss me?? Hmmm??” Draken asked while moving his hips just right making your eyes roll
“Missed you so much, Kenny. Missed Your Dick” You moaned as He fucked you just right, “Missed you too Doll. Missed everything about you, Missed your smell, Your smile, and the way your pussy works my Dick” Draken grunted before angling his hips to beat up that spot in you makes you blissed out 
His strong arms held you against him securely, Your soft thighs in his hands being gripped with just the right amount of pressure to drive you wild. “Wanna see yourself get fucked?? Yeah. I'm gonna let you see yourself get fucked” Draken grunted while walking over to the full-length mirror, “Looks so Beautiful, Yeah?” Draken asked while rolling his hips before Jackhammering your cunt with his dick
The sight of your Pussy being stretched open by his dick and the way he was fucking you was enough for you to go absolutely feral but then Draken had to start sucking on your neck making your eyes roll back. “ About to cum Already? Tsk Tsk Tsk” Draken said while he fucked you deeper
You couldn't stop your pussy from Cumming as you watched yourself get fucked, Your pussy squeezed hard Around Draken Dick but he didn't let up as he drilled your pussy through your orgasm. Draken gave you two thrusts before laying you on the bed
 “ Want You Face Down and Ass Up. Do not let my dick slide out of you.” Draken Grunted before giving your thighs a squeeze.
Takashi Mitsuya 
✰ Takashi Hates That He had to leave you alone for this fashion show and he knows he's going to regret not bringing you
✰ He misses you something awful. You are his drug, He Needs your hickeys on his neck and your pussy around his dick just to feel Level headed
✰ He doesn't let his need for you bleed into his work. He's too busy to concentrate on how his balls hurt and how his dick leak for you but when he's alone you're all he can think about
✰ Takashi edging his dick to the thought of your soft lips enveloping him and the way your tongue swirls around his swollen tip
✰ Saving All his cum for you, He wants to fill your pussy Up when he finally gets the chance to fuck you 
✰ Yes, his fashion show was a hit but was it really a sucess when you're not in his limo sucking him off on the way back to the hotel??
✰ He Can’t wait to fuck you dumb when he gets you back in his arms
✰ “Gonna fill that pussy up with My Cum, Hope you're ready to be stuffed” Takashi whispers in your ear as his hands subtly roam your body
Takashi was dick was deep in your velvety walls while his mouth sucked your right nipple so good that you were crying tears of pleasure, “Taka, missed the way you make me so weak” You cried while Takashi's dick pounded your pussy making your toes curl
“Missed the way you make me feel, never gonna leave without you again” Takashi Groaned before bringing his head down to suck on your left nipple making you mewl so sweetly, “Feels so Good Taka” You moaned while he fucked you deep
“Pussy so tight, fuck” Takashi groaned while he drilled your pulsating pussy making his eyes roll back as he thrust deeper into your warm pulsing walls. His dick felt heavenly, The tip of his dick Constantly brushing that spot in you that makes you say his name like a prayer
Takashi added a log to the fire that was your pleasure as he played with your clit so fucking good the only words to leave your lips was his name, “ Love. Keep squeezing down on me and saying my name like that, I'm going to paint your walls with my cum” Takashi groaned as he thrust up into you
“Taka, Oh My. I'm gonna cum” You moaned while your pussy clenched around the dick of the man you love, Your orgasm made your body jolt around Takashi's dick. “Feels so good cumming on me” Takashi Grunted before his dick began spurting cum deep into your juicy pussy
Takashi gave you four more shallow thrusts before he slowly pulled out of you, “Look absolutely Gorgeous with my cum leaking out you” Takashi groaned before he started fingering your cunt while stroking his dick
Takemichi Hanagaki
✰ Takemichi Is being Tortured without your touch, His mind and Body is overwhelmed with feelings of missing you
✰ Since you Left He got a migraine that won't leave and a dick that won't stay soft 
✰ Takemichi Jerking his dick to the dirty pictures you send him so desperately. He just wants to please your pussy and get off, is that too much to ask for?
✰ Got Him sleeping with a pillow between his legs to hump in his sleep cause his dreams is filled with you and that pretty wet pussy
✰ Takemichi doesn't even want to hang with his friends anymore, He just so fucking miserable and Horny
✰ “What's Wrong Takemichi??” Yamagishi asked while Patting his friend on the back, “Think he just misses his babe. Let's Go do something fun and take your mind off them, yeah?” Akkun says while helping Takemichi Up
✰ Takemichi Appreciate his friends trying to cheer him up but all he Want is you Under Him Creaming on his inches 
✰ “Missed you so much” Takemichi groans in your ear while rubbing his hard dick against your ass
Takemichi was fucking you on the plush rug of your apartment. He rutted in you with determination as he raised your left leg up to fuck you deeper, “Oh How I missed you. How I missed your moans” He Groaned into your ear while he rubbed circles on your clit
“Want to Make You cum on my dick. Missed making you feel good” Takemichi moaned before taking your right nipple into his mouth and sucking on your tender bud, “Missed How you and How Good You make me Feel Michi” You moaned softly in Takemichi ear sending shivers down his spine
Takemichi stroked your pussy right as his dick manipulated your G-Spot making you mark up his back and moan his name while Takemichi kept fucking you. Takemichi had tears in his eyes because your pussy felt downright delicious on his swollen dick,” Ahh So Perfect” Takamichi Moaned while his dick bullied your pussy so good that you were close to losing control
 Takemichi Had your body trembling from pleasure as he rocked his hips to get ever so deeper into your soft tender walls, His fingers skimmed over your clit as he basked in the glow of making love to you. “So close Michi” You moaned while he stared up at you
“Me Too. want to cum Together.” Takemichi moaned while he brought his shaking hand to hold yours while he fucked you to completion. Like your bodies were following orders you both began cumming together, Takemichi seed mixed with your cream as both of you shuddered from the overwhelming pleasure.
Takemichi gave you one more shaky thrust before kissing the back of your hand, “Let just lay here for a moment” Takamichi groaned before kissing your lips.
Chifuyu Matsuno
✰ Chifuyu Misses you. He misses the way your arms hold him, The way your pussy squeezes him and How your lips graze his ear
✰ He knew the moment you left his side it was Game over for him, You & Your pussy is his source of serotonin and Melatonin
✰ Chifuyu finds himself Hornier than Ever, His dick needs to be buried in that snug pussy of yours
✰ Can't sleep at night for Playing with his dick while imagining you riding his face
✰ Kazutora and Keisuke notice the change In Chifuyu and they're worried for Him
✰ “He Hasn't had a good night's sleep since they left, Huh?” Kazutora asks Keisuke while they stock the shelves of the Pet store, “Yup. Don't know the power Y/N got on him. I never want to experience something like that” Keisuke said before his eyes landed on his poor friend
✰ Chifuyu don't want their pity, He just wants your pussy spread open ready to be fucked by him
✰ “Gonna fuck your pussy so good that you forget your name” Chifuyu whispers in your ear before taking your bags away from you
Chifuyu was fucking you in the backroom of the Pet shop, He couldn't wait to get home to get up that pretty pussy. “Had me walking around lost without that pussy milking my dick” Chifuyu groaned in your ear as he fucked you against the wall
His hand held your thighs apart while he worked his hips pushing his dick deeper and deeper into your cunt. His tongue sticking out while he relished the feeling of your walls around his dick making you coo, “ Fuyu so pretty when he fucks me, I miss feeling you in me” You moaned while pushing his wet bangs away from his face. “So pretty” You cooed while Chifuyu's fingers began to work your clit
“Pussy always feels so good around my dick” Chifuyu groaned while his dick slid in and out of your tight pussy, you were making him feel so good that his legs were shaking. Chifuyu was fucking you so good that your pussy was clamping down on his dick making him moan
“Fuck. Gonna cum if you keep that up” Chifuyu groaned before licking your neck making you tremble against him. Chifuyu kept fucking you at a rapid pace knowing he was close to cumming deep in but he knew you were close too how your pussy was clinching on him
“Ahhh Fuyu. Cumming” You moaned while you got lost in your orgasm as Chifuyu continued to fuck you through your orgasm, “Fuck” Chifuyu Groaned as his dick shot thick ropes of cum into your pussy making his hips stutter. He pushed his dick deep in you one final time before pulling out of your warmth, “Wait til I get you Home, I'm going to fuck you like never before” Chifuyu Grinned while fixing your clothes back.
Keisuke Baji 
✰ Keisuke starting to believe you cast a spell on him. Ever since you kissed him Goodbye his dick is harder than ever and he can't get a drop of cum out 
✰ Got Him Going to school dick hard and aching, This is not going to help his grades!
✰ He's so pissed at how much his body misses you, It doesn't help him that he can't stop thinking about you and how you work his dick with your cunt 
✰ Every Free moment he gets His hands are wrapped around his dick while he thinks about how he gonna fuck you
✰ Chifuyu and Kazutora Teasing Him for using his breaks to hide in the employee Restroom
✰ “Your Stomach Okay?” Kazutora asked while grinning, “Yeah. Your “Stomach” hasn't been well since Y/N left” Chifuyu chimed in while Keisuke's face got red. “Kazutora don't you have shelves to stock and Chifuyu don't you have orders to fill while you’re worried about my restroom Habits?” Keisuke said before going into the backroom
✰ Keisuke doesn't care if they ridicule him, all He cares about is how he's gonna fuck you until his back is raw from your nails clawing him up
✰ “Feel it?? Feel How Hard You left me.” Keisuke Grunted while he rubbed your hand against his hard dick 
Keisuke rolled his hips while he laid to kisses on the side of your neck as he fucked you against the front door of your two shared apartment, His Hands held your titties just right while his dick worked your pussy over. “Kei, What about the Neighbors? They'll hear us” You moaned as Keisuke sucked your neck before pulling away
“Let Them Hear How much I missed you and your warm pussy” Keisuke groaned before snapping his hips to get his dick deeper into your cunt, His fingers worked your nipples while his swollen dick was hellbent on pounding that spongy spot in you
The Wood of the Door creaking with every thrust Keisuke gave to you but you didn't give a damn at this point while you studied Keisuke's Face while he concentrated on fucking you right. “Pussy so fucking Creamy. Miss this Didn't you?? Tell me how much you missed me.” Keisuke grunted while giving you those long deep strokes that drive you nutty
“Missed You so much Keisuke. Missed Your thick dick” you cried out while you got lost deep in the land of pleasure as Keisuke sucked on your left nipple making you arch off the door. Keisuke fucked you so good that your body couldn't hold back from cumming around his dick powerfully
“Fuck. You cumming so good for me. Gripping me so tight” Keisuke grunted while your pussy pulled his cum from him, Keisuke was shaking as he rolled his hips one more time trying to push his dick a little deeper before pulling out of you. “Not done with you yet, I'm fucking you all night long” Keisuke said before he caught your lips in a kiss.
Taiju Shiba
✰ Taiju always Knew the effect You had on him. He was prepared to have his dick Leaking and aching for you but are you prepared for a pent up Taiju??
✰ May The Heavens have Mercy on anyone who tests this Man Patiences while he's in want for you, He will break Arms and Noses with the quickness 
✰ With That Being said Taiju Misses you deeply and he awaits your return
✰ His dick laying hard against his Belly when he tries to sleep at night and it doesn't help he gets the most sinful Visions of you in his dreams
✰ Taiju doesn't touch Himself cause he wants you to take care of the problem you cost by going on a trip without him
✰ His Mind stays on all the ways he's gonna fuck you until your pussy stop creaming and start squirting 
✰ He's gonna fold you up and fuck you so hard when he finally gets his fingertips on you that you won't be able to walk straight for two weeks
✰ “ I hope My Dove Enjoyed their Little Trip because you won't be leaving the bed anytime soon” Taiju whispers while holding you close 
Taiju was fucking you from behind while you propped yourself up on his desk, With The Powerful Thrusts he was giving to your pussy you swore the wood would snap from under you but you couldn't voice your concerns for moaning Taiju's name. “ Yes. Say the Name of the Man who fucks you so stupid” Taiju grunted before landing a spank on your ass making you yelp
“ I missed the way your dick stretch my pussy” you mewled out while Taiju fucked you so good that your knees wanted to buckle, “ Leaving me Hard. Making me lust for you. Gonna fuck you on every surface of this house” Taiju Grunted while placing his hands on your shoulders to make you Arch deeper
Taiju Had you lost in ecstasy as his dick filled you so well so effortlessly. He was driving you crazy with how his thick tip rubbed your G-spot, You could barely keep your head up because the pleasure Taiju was giving to you was too intense. “Mhmm. Taiju Taiju Taiju” You moaned out while he touch the deepest parts of you 
“The Way you moan my name sounds like the prettiest of songs” Taiju whispered in your ear while putting his weight down on you making your pussy pulse. Taiju left hand traveled under you to play with your clit as his right played with your right nipple, he was playing with your body like a fine-tuned instrument
You felt something in you snap as your orgasm hit you hard out of Nowhere, Your body shaking against the desk while Taiju fucked you deep through your orgasm. You could only say his brokenly while Taiju kept up the pace before Lifting you off the desk 
“Hope you're not tired. Going to fuck you on the couch Next” Taiju Grunted before Giving you a slow deep stroke.
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