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petrifleur · 2 months ago

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pairing: fushiguro toji x reader prompt: 41. morning sex

contains: established relationship, afab reader, reader works night shifts, very VERY self indulgent, pet names (darling, baby), scent kink-ish (it's barely there), toji is CHUBBY and HAIRY, dry humping, nipple play, light choking, cockwarming, sub-ish toji; word count: 1.4k

author's note: totally not based off of my own neediness after night shift huhuhu >:3 thank you to @stopisa for proofreading! <3

please read my rules before interacting! minors, ageless / blank blogs will be blocked!

the sunrise was your companion on the drive home from night shift. toji was fast asleep you were sure, seeing as he never responded to your good morning text. you sang along to whatever the radio played, just wanting to get home to your teddy bear of a partner and fall asleep in his arms.

parking your car in its usual spot, you fished out your keys from the bag and made your way to your home. thankfully, the ride was as uneventful as the shift itself but you were glad to be home nonetheless.

the door to your apartment clicked shut and you were greeted by darkness and the very faint sound of white noise that your boyfriend puts on to sleep. you smiled, taking off your coat and shoes and feeling the weight of work lifted if your shoulders. you quietly made your way to the bedroom to see toji in all his glory sprawled out on the bed.

the blanket was pushed off (he gets hot during the night), only covering one leg. the rest of him was out for you to ogle and how could you not?

his face was utterly relaxed, long lashes draping over his slightly flushed cheeks. his hair was tousled, some strands covering his face just slightly. his plush lips were parted, the quietest snores coming out.

his tan skin had the lightest sheen to it, his face looking so peaceful while his soft chest gently rose and fell. you followed the hair down his pudgy belly to the waistband of his boxers. they were getting a bit tight, digging into his hips and thighs and accentuating his bulge even more than usual.

one of toji’s arms was stretched to your side of the bed while the other was gently resting on his tummy, moving with the ebb and flow of hiss breath. his fat thighs were spread, tiny marks from your last encounter still littered across his skin.

in short, he looked delicious.

bringing your attention back up slowly, you noticed a little wet patch in front of his boxers, along with the tiniest twitch. you smiled to yourself, a dull heat forming between your legs as you undressed down to your underwear. you threw on one of toji’s worn shirts and made your way to the bed. you watched as his hips rolled upwards and the most beautiful submissive noises escaped. ones that were only reserved for the one he felt safest with. you.

you felt your hole clench around nothing as his hips continued gyrating, his noises growing in variance and volume.

was he having a wet dream?

the corners of your mouth quirked upwards as you slowly got into bed, the mattress dipping underneath your weight. he quieted down just a hair, his body moving on instinct towards you. straddling his hips, he levelled himself on his own. you leaned down to gently kiss his scar, then his warm cheek, watching the eyes behind his lids dance back and forth. leaning down even further, you pressed your nose against his neck, inhaling deeply. he smelled so comforting, wafts of his perfume, his musk and something that was just so uniquely him.

his hands found your hips on their own and his lashes fluttered open while his hips bucked up against your heat.

“g’mornin’ baby,” his groggy morning voice reached your ears and eliciting goosebumps from you. you murmured “morning” against his warm skin. “sleep well?” you teased, sitting upright. toji let out a stifled moan as the full weight of your clothed cunt covered his cock. you felt him twitch underneath you and tauntingly rolled your hips against him with a low whine.

“mhm,” he hummed, a smirk pulling at his mouth, “was right about t’cum when you woke me.” his grip on your hips tightened more the faster your pussy rubbed against him.

“oh, did i blueball you, my sweet boyfriend?” you giggled, putting your hands on his chest for leverage but not before pinching his sensitive nipples. you bounced a little when his hips bucked up harshly at the ministration.

“h-hey!” he exclaimed, a pout on his pretty lips, “don't be a meanie, darlin’.”

you ground down against him harsher, pinching his nipples again and relishing in the beautiful, high-pitched moan that left his lips and the way his eyes screwed shut. “am i a meanie? oh, but i know you're secretly enjoying this, you pervert,” you taunted. leaning forward, you captured his lips in a feverish kiss. he licked along the seam of your lips with an affirmative hum. you opened your lips and felt him say a low “that, i do, baby” before his tongue slid against yours. it was hot and wet and you sucked on it with a whine as his groan was swallowed by you.

the only sounds to be heard were your whimpers, toji’s low grunts and your lips smacking against each other. your hips were rutting against one another, creating such delicious friction that your head was starting to spin from arousal. your hand snaked up his fuzzy chest, fingers wrapping around his thick neck before you parted with a gasp and a tiny string of spit connecting you two. toji grinned, showing his canines like a dog before sliding a hand under your shirt to pinch your nipple. “but only for you,” he murmured, pressing slick kisses against your jaw.

you let out a gasp, suddenly feeling even hotter under your collar. you sat upright again, one hand still around his neck and the other flicking his hardened bud. he let out a raspy groan yet again, eyes screwing shut tightly. when he looked back up at you, you swore you could see hearts forming in his blown pupils.

the pace of your hips picked up, fully fucking yourself against his length now. the red tip of his cock started peeking out of his waistband at this point, leaking pathetically onto his lower tummy. “fuck, t-toji,” you whispered, feeling your orgasm approach so rapidly, it made your vision blur. your fingers tightened around his neck subconsciously and he let out a gasp before grinning.

“c’mon, darlin’. squeeze a little tighter and cum for me,” he murmured, his hand engulfing yours and pressing your fingers down harder. you felt him twitch and leak even more as you did so, your eyes losing focus as you felt the ecstasy of your orgasm hit you like a freight train.

your pussy gushed around nothing and as the added heat hit toji’s cock, he ground up against you even harder and came just as you were coming down from your high. he painted his lower belly white, some spurts even reach up to his chest and he cursed as you played with his rosy buds to prolong his high.

god, toji loved it when you used him like a toy for your own pleasure.

you both came down with heavy breaths, drool escaping your mouths as you watched each other, faces flushed and bodies spent. you felt a giggle erupt from your chest and a warm chuckle shaking through your boyfriend.

a quiet wet smack was heard when you lifted yourself up with a pained groan and collapsed beside his warm body. toji grunted as he took off his boxers to wipe himself down before turning to you. he hooked his fingers into your underwear to pull them down.

you winced as the cool air hit your exposed cunt before skittering underneath the blanket he offered. your legs tangled and your hips were flush against his as you rested your head against his chest and a quiet gasp escaped your lips as you felt his erection press against your weeping hole. how was he hard again so soon?

“c’mon baby, keep me warm, yeah?” he murmured against the top of your head before pressing a gentle kiss to your hairline. he easily slipped inside, his cock twitching once, twice. you wiggled your hips against him with a whimper, which earned you a smack against your ass and a low chuckle from your partner. “y’can use me as much as you want later, but we gotta sleep first,” he mumbled sleepily and you felt your eyelids grow heavy. with the steady ba-dump, ba-dump of toji’s heart against your ear and his large hand rubbing your back soothingly, you felt yourself drifting off to a restful sleep.

let's just say, toji loved it when you had night shift.

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papayainsectorone · 5 days ago

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teach me how

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summary: you´re back together and there´s no stopping this time

content: 18+! smut, nsfw, praise kink, mutual pining, desperate!Oscar, playful domination, light dom/sub dynamics, dirty talk, penetrative, p in v (finally good lord)

word count: 4,2 k

pairing: oscar piastri x fem!reader

a thought: the middle gif i´m screAMING MY SHAYLAAAA, he´s so cute, yeah i know there´s also .... stuff ..... going on but his little smile i can´t

if you have any ideas in regards of teaching him more, send me a message maybe?

credits: gifs by @shakespearian-love amazing blog for cute and/or rather sexy stuff hehe

part 1 - part 2 - part 3 - part 4 - part 5 - part 6 - part 7

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You’re finally in the same place.

The screen’s been replaced by skin.

You’re on the couch, tangled up in each other, mouths locked in a kiss that’s gone on too long to still be called just kissing. His hands are in your hair, on your waist, gripping like he’s afraid you might vanish if he lets go.

You’re in his lap, straddling him, your thighs bracketing his, heat pressed against heat. His breath stutters every time your hips shift every time the friction reminds you both how little is still between you.

It’s intoxicating. The closeness. The weight of him under you. The way his fingers dig into your back like he’s trying to memorize the shape of you.

“Fuck,” he breathes against your mouth. “You feel—God, you feel so good.”

You smile, forehead pressed to his. “That’s kind of the point.”

He laughs, but it’s shaky overwhelmed in the best way. You can see it in his eyes: that gleam of desire, of need, of something bigger rising between you. But there’s still that flicker underneath — the uncertainty, the awe.

You trail your hands up his chest slowly, letting your fingers map the planes of him. “You okay?”

He nods, breath catching. “Yeah. Just... can’t believe this is real.”

You kiss him again, slower this time. Softer. Letting it simmer.

When he shifts underneath you, you feel how hard he is and the soft, desperate noise he makes when your hips roll just slightly is everything.

Your lips brush his jaw as you speak, voice low and wicked. “You want more?”

His head tips forward, forehead resting against your collarbone as he nods. “Yeah. I do.”

You cup his face, coaxing him to look at you. “Then let me show you how to get more.”

His breath hitches, and for once, he doesn’t just wait for your next move his hands trail down your waist, grip firmer now, and he leans in like he’s tasting the idea of taking his time.

“First rule,” you whisper, rocking just slightly in his lap, “you don’t rush.”

Oscar’s fingers flex on your hips. “But—”

“No buts,” you cut in softly, smiling against his cheek. “You’re so desperate for it, you’ll miss the part where I melt for you.”

He groans, already pliant beneath you and you can feel the way that affects him.

“Slow,” you murmur again. “Let me ache for it.”

You guide his hands to your thighs, then under your shorts, letting him grip the bare skin there. “Tease me.”

He swallows hard. “Tease you?”

“Mhm. Don’t dive in. Just… play. Feel the way my body reacts to you, you already know how to do it”

His hands explore more boldly now, dragging up your legs, thumbs pressing into your inner thighs and when he brushes just a little too close to the edge of your panties, you inhale sharply.

He freezes. “That good?”

You hum, rolling your hips a little in approval. “Getting there.”

Something shifts in his eyes then, still nervous, still unsure in flickers, but darker now. Hungrier. Curious enough to obey your instructions but just bold enough to want to push them.

“Where else?” he asks, voice low and rough.

You guide his hand to your chest, letting him knead through the fabric first before you whisper, “Under.”

He doesn’t hesitate and when his fingers slip beneath your top and find your breast, you arch into him.

His other hand cradles the back of your neck as he kisses you deep and slow like he’s trying to follow the rhythm of your moans with his tongue.

“Now what?” he murmurs when you break apart, breathless.

You press your mouth to the shell of his ear. “Now you tell me what you want.”

His voice is wrecked. “I want you. I want to make you come. I want to feel you fall apart in my hands.”

That’s new. The boldness. The want, stripped down and laid bare.

It catches you off guard and turns you on even more.

But his gaze still flickers, just for a moment like he’s wondering if he went too far, like he’s still asking for permission beneath the heat.

You kiss him again, slower, more indulgent. “Good. Show me.”

He lays you back on the couch, tentative but confident enough to follow through, dragging his hand down your stomach, under the waistband of your shorts.

You gasp when his fingers slip lower, stroking you through your panties, light and teasing at first, until you press your hips up and he learns the rhythm that makes you sigh.

“You’re so wet,” he whispers, almost reverent.

“For you,” you manage, breathless. “Always for you.”

He kisses you then, deep and hungry, fingers stroking just right, and you let him lead now, let him learn you by touch and sound, your thighs trembling as he circles just right.

And when your hips buck and your moan turns desperate, he pulls back just enough to smirk. “You said slow.”

You stare at him, stunned — that little spark of cocky confidence suddenly blooming behind his flushed cheeks.

“Oh,” you murmur, breath catching, “look at you.”

He grins, a little wild, still learning but owning it.

“You're dangerous now,” you tease, hands in his hair.

“I’m trying to be,” he murmurs.

And then his fingers dip past your panties, real and bold and perfect, and you break, moaning his name like it’s the only word that’s ever mattered. It slips from your lips unbidden, desperate, reverent.

Your head tips back, thighs trembling, chest rising in stuttered breaths as he works you open with those long, eager fingers. And when he finds that perfect rhythm not too fast, just right, just deep enough, your body arches into him like instinct.

Your nails dig into his shoulders as the pressure inside you tightens, sharp and unstoppable. “Oscar,” you gasp, your voice wrecked and aching. “Fuck, you feel so good—you're so good—”

And it does something to him, that praise. You feel it in the way he breathes out shaky and low, the way his mouth twitches into a grin that he tries to hide. But he doesn’t stop. He watches you with wide, hungry eyes soaking in the way you come undone for him, the way your body pulses around his fingers as you cry out again, broken and blissed.

You’re still catching your breath, hips twitching with the aftershocks, when you look at him. Really look.

“So good. The way you touched me—God, Oscar. You made me feel everything.”

You take his hand, still damp from where he touched you, and bring it to your lips. You kiss his fingertips slowly, deliberately one by one watching the way his breath catches, how his eyes darken. Then, without looking away, you part your lips and suck two of them into your mouth.

His jaw drops slightly. You swirl your tongue around them, slow and sinful, eyes locked with his the entire time, sucking off your own wetness.

His breath stutters. “Fuck,” he whispers, voice low and wrecked. “You’re gonna kill me.”

You release them with a soft pop, letting your lips curl into a smile. “That wouldn’t be very good of me,” you murmur, “not when you’ve been such a good boy.”

His hand tightens on your hip instinctively. He’s gone completely still, except for the rapid rise and fall of his chest.

That’s when you see it — the flicker behind his eyes. A brief second of uncertainty, like the high cracked open something inside him. His lips part, eyes scanning your face, searching.

And you don’t let it linger.

You cup his cheek, still panting, still dizzy from the fall. “Baby,” you murmur, voice gone soft and warm, “you were perfect.”

His brows twitch upward. “Yeah?”

You smile, soft but dangerous. “But you’re forgetting who’s in charge.”

Before he can answer, you flip him smooth and easy, straddling his lap again, palms pressed to his chest. His mouth falls open, a little stunned, a little wrecked.

“Don’t worry,” you purr, rolling your hips slowly against him. “You’re still learning.”

His hands find your waist like second nature now, gripping just tight enough to anchor himself. His head falls back against the couch with a groan as you move against him — slow, teasing, deliberate.

“You feel that?” you murmur, leaning close, dragging yourself over the hardness straining between you. “How worked up you’ve got me?”

He nods, eyes fluttering. “Yeah,” he breathes.

You let it simmer between you for a moment the heat, the tension, the steady grind of your hips making both of you ache.

Then, softer, more curious, you tilt your head. “Tell me what you want.”

He blinks up at you, pupils blown wide, lips parted. His hands tighten instinctively on your ass, like he doesn’t even realize he’s doing it.

“I—” He swallows hard, breath catching. His cheeks flush deeper, bright pink against the curve of his jaw. “I want…”

You rock forward again, pressing your body down, and it knocks the air from him. Still, he manages to meet your gaze.

“I want to be inside you,” he says, voice barely more than a whisper but it lands like a thunderclap in your chest.

The admission hits with something raw and honest, desire tangled with reverence. You can see the way it costs him — that vulnerability, that ache.

Your heart stutters. But your voice stays steady, smooth as honey.

“Good boy,” you murmur, leaning in to kiss him slow and deep, letting him feel just how much you want it too.

Your kiss deepens, and he melts into it, hands still clutching your hips like they’re the only solid thing in the room.

Oscar’s breath hitches.

You smile, soft and sure. “Lie back, baby.”

His eyes search yours for a second — trust, awe, something tender flickering there — and then he obeys, leaning back into the cushions, arms falling to his sides like surrender.

You stay on your knees, straddling his thighs, hands skimming up under his shirt, then down again, teasing the waistband of his pants. “Can I?” you ask, voice low.

He nods, a breathless, “Yeah,” escaping him — already wrecked and you haven’t even touched him properly yet.

You lean in for one more kiss, slow and teasing, before you shift lower and then you’re tugging his pants down, watching the way he lifts his hips to help, eager and shaking a little.

His cock strains against his boxers, and the sight makes your mouth go dry.

You meet his eyes again — wide, flushed, nervous and desperate — and your heart squeezes. “So beautiful,” you murmur, letting your hand glide over him, slow and reverent, still over the fabric.

Oscar groans, head tipping back, and his hips twitch just slightly under your touch.

“Patience,” you whisper, fingers slipping under the waistband now. “Let me take care of you.”

And as you ease the last layer down, baring him completely, his breath leaves in one hitched gasp like he can’t believe this is real, like he’s never felt more seen in his life.

You move up his body again, straddling him, your bare skin sliding against his in a slow, heated glide. His eyes drop to where your bodies meet, pupils blown wide, lips parted like he’s trying to catch a breath that won’t come.

His hands drift up your thighs, reverent and searching, fingers warm against your skin. You guide them to your waist, grounding him with a quiet command.

“Keep them there,” you murmur. “Just feel me.”

And you start to move — slow, deliberate, grinding down until the thick, hard length of him is perfectly nestled between your folds. The pressure makes your breath stutter. Every shift of your hips drags your slick over him, your swollen clit catching just enough to make your stomach coil.

Oscar groans, deep and raw, his hands twitching on your waist. But he listens. He keeps them there, jaw tight, chest heaving.

You lean in, mouth brushing his. “Feel that?” you whisper. “That’s how much I want you.”

He nods, breath shaky. “Fuck”

Your lips trail down the side of his neck as you keep grinding, slower now, your wetness coating him, spreading heat between you with every drag of your hips. His cock sits hot and heavy between your folds, lips hugging him on either side, slick and perfect.

“Feels like you’re already inside me,” you whisper against his throat, and he lets out a strangled sound, hips moving slightly.

His voice is rough, wrecked. “I can’t help it—you’re… I need—”

“See?” you murmur, hips circling in a slow rhythm. “This is how you learn. How you take your time.”

He nods again, but his brows pinch in concentration, like he’s trying to memorize every second.

When he starts to lift his hips into yours again, you stop, pressing your hands to his chest.

“Easy,” you coo, kissing the corner of his mouth. “You’ll get what you want.”

He groans, frustration bleeding into want, and you feel his fingers twitch against your sides. But he listens — waits, trembles under your control.

“I want you to remember this,” you whisper. “Every second. The way it feels to be made to wait. To be taken care of.”

His head tilts back, throat exposed. “I—fuck—I’m trying,” he gasps.

You smile, wicked and warm. “Good. Because we’re not rushing this.”

He looks up at you then, pupils blown, lips swollen, and still just the tiniest bit unsure under all that want. You can see it in the flicker of hesitation, the slight tremble in his hand as it drifts over your thigh.

So you slow it down for a beat, leaning in close to nuzzle against his cheek. “You’re doing so good,” you whisper. “You’re perfect.”

The tension in him breaks just a little replaced with trust. With that quiet, yearning devotion he only shows you.

Then, when you’re both so wound up you’re trembling, you sit up, reach for the drawer beside the couch, and slip a condom into his hand.

“You ready?”

His breath catches. He looks at it, then at you like he can’t believe you’re letting him have this. Like he might ruin it if he moves too fast.

But then he nods.

“Yeah,” he says, voice rough, eyes steady. “I want you.”

You lean down and kiss him again, letting the moment stretch.

“Then take your time,” you whisper. “And let me feel you.”

The moment lingers, full of anticipation. You can feel the heat between you, the quiet urgency in the way he touches you.

He sits back up, his breathing shallow, his chest heaving slightly with each intake of air.

“Are you sure?” he asks, his voice rough, almost pleading.

You nod, guiding his hand to your waist. “I’ve never been more sure of anything.”

“I... I want you,” he murmurs, his voice trembling as he lifts his gaze to meet yours, his face flushed, lips parted. “More. Please.”

You pause, your hips stilling as you look down at him, taking in his desperation. His hands grip your waist, his fingers digging in slightly as he waits, as though he’s holding his breath.

“Do you trust me?” you ask softly, your thumb brushing over his lips as you keep your gaze locked with his.

He nods, his chest heaving with anticipation. “More than anything.”

You smile softly at his answer, your heart racing as you slowly begin to lift your hips higher. The space between you grows for just a moment, your hands trembling slightly as you reach down to position him. You guide him carefully, feeling the tension in his body as he watches you, his breath catching with every movement.

"Ready?" you whisper, your voice almost trembling with the same desire that’s reflected in his eyes. He can barely manage a nod, his pupils blown wide, his body tense, waiting for the next step.

You lower yourself slowly, so deliberately that each inch feels like an eternity. You can hear his breath hitch as you sink down onto him, the heat of him filling you, the sensation so overwhelming you almost lose control.

“Mmm,” you moan softly, the sound of your voice a mix of pleasure and satisfaction. “Oscar...”

His hands are on you, gripping your hips, but he can’t seem to move. His mouth opens, trying to form words, but nothing comes out just shallow breaths and groans as he struggles to stay composed.

"Shh," you whisper, leaning down to kiss him gently on the lips. "Don’t rush, baby. Feel it."

You sink even deeper, inch by inch, savoring the slow stretch, the delicious heat between you. Your hands rest on his chest, and you can feel the rapid beat of his heart beneath your fingers, matching the rhythm of your own.

He stutters, trying to speak, but his voice cracks as he whispers, “I— I can’t...”

You smile against his lips, kissing him deeply, and you can feel his hands tightening on your hips, his fingers digging into your skin. His breath becomes more erratic, his eyes still wide with wonder and anticipation.

“You don’t have to say anything,” you murmur, continuing to move slowly, your body adjusting to his in the most intimate, deliberate way. “Just feel it.”

He moans in response, his body trembling as he tries to hold back, to keep from losing himself entirely. But you can tell — the way his body moves beneath you, the way his chest rises and falls — that it’s taking everything in him to stay composed.

Each movement of your hips is slow, deliberate, and full of passion. You kiss him again, and this time, it’s deeper, hungrier, as though you’re both trying to anchor yourselves in this moment, to keep from floating away.

You continue to sink, inch by inch, taking your time. “That’s it,” you murmur as you sit fully in his lap again, walls clenching around him, holding him close, tight, full.

He whines — a quiet, strangled sound — hands trembling where they grip your waist, like he’s barely holding himself together.

You don’t move at first. Just sit there, still and full, letting him feel every second of it. Letting him feel you. His head tips back against the couch, eyes squeezed shut, jaw clenched like it’s the only thing keeping him grounded.

Then, slowly — achingly slow — you roll your hips once.

He gasps. His whole body jerks beneath you.

Another roll, a little firmer. A little deeper. You shift until you find the angle that makes you both whimper, makes heat coil low and tight in your belly.

You keep going, slow and deliberate, hips gliding in smooth, unhurried circles. He’s a mess already, lips parted, flushed red, chest rising and falling like he’s been running.

“Fuck,” he whispers. “You feel—God, you feel so good.”

You lean in, brushing your lips over his, your voice just a breath. “You’re doing so well, baby. Just let go.”

And then you start to build. Inch by inch. You press down harder, pick up your pace, just slightly — enough to make his breath stutter, to make your own hips tremble with the growing pleasure.

The heat builds fast, curling inside you, spurred on by the way his hands grip tighter, the way his hips start to meet yours, tentative at first, then bolder. Your bodies move together, fluid and urgent, chasing something you can both feel rising fast.

“Oscar,” you breathe, voice soft but demanding, your body grinding against his with more purpose now, more need, “are you ready?”

His eyes snap open — wide, blown, hungry. He looks at you like you’re everything, like this moment might just undo him.

“Yes,” he says, breathless, shaking. “Yes. I want—please, I want to feel you.”

You press your forehead to his, lips barely touching. “Then take it. Move with me.”

And when he does — when his hips thrust up to meet yours, finally matching your rhythm — it’s fire. Raw and real and overwhelming.

You ride him slow but harder now, bodies slick with sweat and heat and want. He holds you like he never wants to let go. His mouth finds your shoulder, your neck, your jaw, desperate and reverent.

“You’re perfect,” he pants, almost like he doesn’t mean to say it out loud.

You smile against his skin, breath catching.

His breath catches also, and he stutters your name, but the words are lost in the kiss you share, deep and consuming. The world around you disappears as you both hold on to each other, surrendering to the feeling that’s consumed you both.

As you finally come down from the high, you rest against him, your chest heaving, your body still trembling with the intensity of what just happened. His hands remain on you, gentle now, caressing your back, and you know this moment, this connection, was everything you both needed.

You stay there, resting in his lap, the world outside this small space fading away. The two of you are tangled together, skin against skin, hearts still racing in the aftershock of what just happened.

You can feel it, the way your body trembles ever so slightly, how the warmth between you slowly cools, but the connection remains. He’s still holding you tightly, his arms wrapped around you like he never wants to let go, his hands moving gently along your back, as if grounding himself to you.

You shift slightly, and that's when you realize, feeling the slickness between your legs, how your body is still reacting, how it’s leaking, even after everything. You can tell he's aware of it too, the way he stirs, his chest heaving as his breath catches in his throat.

His body, which was once so tense, is softening beneath you, but you feel the weight of his touch on you still firm, still present, his fingers pressing lightly into your skin as if to keep you close. His eyes are half-lidded, and you catch a glimpse of them glazed, a little lost, but full of something deeper now.

When his gaze meets yours, you see it. His pupils are still wide, his breath uneven. There's a softness there, something raw in the way he looks at you, as though he's just been taken somewhere he didn’t know he could go. You see the hint of vulnerability, a glistening in his eyes, maybe even a tear or two that he tries to blink away, but he doesn’t pull away from you. He holds you tighter, pressing his face into your neck, breathing you in like you’re the only thing that matters.

"You're okay," you whisper, your hand brushing through his hair, soothing him as best as you can. "You did so amazing. So good, Oscar."

He lets out a shaky breath, clinging to you as if the weight of the moment is too much to bear on his own. His voice is barely a whisper, rough and thick with emotion. "I... I didn’t know it could feel like that."

You feel the vulnerability in his words, and something in you stirs. You’re not just his teacher anymore, you’re his anchor. You’ve led him through something new, something intense, and now, he’s grounded by you, but you feel the shift in the air it’s not just the physical connection. It’s the emotional one, the part of him that’s laying himself bare before you.

"I’m right here," you murmur, placing a kiss on his forehead, your thumb brushing gently over his cheek.

He holds you tighter, and for a moment, it’s as if the whole world outside this room doesn’t exist. The intensity of the moment settles, and there’s just the quiet breathing between the two of you — the subtle, intimate rhythm of shared silence after something so profound.

His hands shift on your back, sliding to your waist, but there’s no rush to move. His body is still soft beneath you, his breaths coming in shallow gasps as he tries to collect himself, as if he’s in disbelief over the depth of everything he just felt.

"Thank you," he finally whispers, his voice barely audible, thick with gratitude and something deeper.

You smile softly, your chest swelling with something you can’t quite place. "You’re welcome, Oscar."

You stay like this for a while no words, just the feeling of him holding you close, his hands steady on your body.

His breathing evens out, though he still clings to you, his arms tight around you, his face buried in the crook of your neck. The warmth of his body against yours lulls you both into a peaceful silence.

After a while, he shifts slightly, his voice still a little hoarse, but with a hint of a smile in it now. "I never knew... how much I could want someone. How much I could feel."

You glance down at him, your heart racing as you kiss him softly, slow and deep, reaffirming everything without saying a word.

And in that quiet space between the two of you, something unspoken passes — something tender, something real. It’s not just about what’s happened physically. It’s the bond that’s been forged, the intimacy that’s now written in the space between your bodies and hearts.

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aphroditessaturn · 2 years ago

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𝐈𝐅 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐊 𝐈𝐓, 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐑𝐄𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐓 || 𝐇.

pairing || homelander × fem!reader

summary || Homelander constantly destroys your underwear to the point where you have none left. In conclusion you force him to buy you new ones and have the whole media see it.

warnings || SMUT; we've got tittie sucking, fingering, sublander (I love that word) but also domlander? p in v, unprotected sex, big load (he's a supe so ofc), rough sex, did I forget something?

note || this is my first homelander you guys and sure ain't the last... idk what my problem is with these difficult men and making them soft, please reblog/comment and give feedback!

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“Yes, and tomorrow you have an interview with Fox,” Ashley told Homelander as she trailed after him, clipboard clutched in her hands. The blonde nodded, not even listening completely because his mind was already on you.

He was only meters away from you and could already hear your light humming over the music that played in the background. Ashley kept talking to Homelander’s dismay, not that he wasn’t interested, especially if she was talking about his ratings.

However, you took over his thoughts and body, god, his body longed for you. With his heavy footsteps he walked towards his penthouse and thinking about every position he would put you in.

Homelander opened the doors, and Ashley was still there. He was close to cursing her out, but stopped in his tracks once he laid eyes on you.

You stood in front of the trashcan, throwing away your lingerie. Completely naked. His eyes went wide, as naked as the day you were born you stood there.

Ashley squeaked, holding her clipboard in front of her eyes, “I’m sorry, god, I’m so, so, sorry,” she apologized profusely. Quickly she run out of the room, shocked as to what she just saw and hoped that Homelander wouldn’t punish her.

“What the fuck are you doing,” he questioned you with a glare, slowly making his way over to you.

In response you pouted at him, pushing all your destroyed lingerie into the trash, “well, you see all my pretty lingerie is destroyed and now I have to throw them all away,” you looked up at him with innocent doe eyes.

“Doesn’t explain why you’re naked,” he pressed, although Homelander didn’t mind but he hated anyone else seeing what’s his.

“I have no underwear, dummy,” you teased him with a smile, one that turned his mind around. He had known for years by now and knew exactly that you acted dumber than you actually were.

His patience was waning and he fought himself to not look at your perfectly hard nipples touching his suit coveted chest.

“I can’t even wear my plain once because my handsome boyfriend ripped them when I was on my period,” you added, acting as if you didn’t know what else to do. Your arms snaking around Homelander’s neck.

“Then buy fucking new ones and don’t let anyone see you naked,” he growled as his hands found a vice grip on your hips. “Mhm, but you know the rule. If you break it, you have to replace it,” scolded him, rubbing your breasts against his suit covered chest and pulling on his concentration.

“Fine, take my card,” Homelander hissed, he wanted to get over this topic and simply fuck you. He pushed you back against the wall, his leather gloved hand stroking along the back of your thigh.

“Don’t think so, you will come with me baby boy,” you grinned at him, hooking your leg around his torso.

Homelander didn’t like that, he couldn’t go anywhere without being recognized and how would it look if a superhero was buying lingerie?

As if you could read his thoughts – which by now you could – you pushed back, caressing his cheek while pushing him back onto the sofa. He laid back with you on top of him, still gripping your waist in a way that was sure to leave bruises.

“Imagine how good your ratings would be if you buy your pretty girlfriend all that lingerie. Men would love the control you have, and women will love seeing a devoted boyfriend,” you whispered, praising him as you moved your cunt over his clothed erection.

He released a strained groan, already painfully hard, “everyone will love you,” you whispered into his ear. You leaned down, your nipple hovering over his lips.

You knew how much he loved sucking your tits and you knew what to say to get everything you wanted.

“And don’t you wanna choose what I should wear? I’m too stup-,” “Fine, I’ll fucking go with you,” Homelander hissed and switched you around, now on top of you and his pearl white teeth bared.

Your thighs clenched, your cunt already soaking wet, but you had to suppress the smirk of triumph.

Homelander latched onto your nipple, sucking on it hungrily while his right hand kneaded your unattended breast. You threaded your hand through his gold-blonde hair, harshly tugging on his roots.

His tongue licked around your nipple before gently biting down causing you to arch your back, “John,” you moaned.

With a ‘plop’ sound he released your breast, looking up at you through his beautiful lashes.

Slowly his hand trailed down to your core, the cool leather of his glove causing goosebumps to dance along your skin. He rubbed his thumb over your clit as his attention directed towards you other breast.

You could feel his desperation, it wasn’t from the conversation just moments before, no. It was because of the other team members had gotten his last nerve, VOUGHT had gotten on his last nerve, everyone had gotten on his last nerve.

“Oh, baby,” you mused with a loving smile, taking a deep breath. The pressure on your clit increased, and your breath quickened.

John immediately picked up on your behavior, you were close to your high. He inserted his middle and ring finger inside you, “fuck,” you groaned at the new feeling of his thick fingers.

“They’re all brainless idiots, can’t do a thing right,” he gritted his teeth, curling his fingers against your g-spot. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head as you tried to come up with words to response, John expected it from you.

“Mhm, yeah, they’re-,” your sentence was cute off by a loud moan slipping from your lips as he bit onto your nipple.

He sucked harder, a desperate call for praise, “you’re right, they’re all brainless, but you, you’re the best of them. John, you’re smart, pretty and the greatest supe,” it rolled off your tongue naturally.

To you he was perfect, he could do no wrong and maybe you were sick in the head for thinking that.

“Make me come, please make mommy come,” you pleaded, grip still tight in his hair. Without hesitation John brought you to your orgasm, a pornographic moan fell from your mouth as you bucked your hips up to meet his thrusts.

“You did so good, you’re perfect John,” you praised as your high rushed through your blood, god you felt amazing.

Homelander reeled in your praise, he needed it to function properly. While he enjoyed, loved, controlling you, telling you what to do and not to do, John worshipped the ground you walked on.

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Ahley organized the press along with fans to stand in front of your favourite lingerie shop, Homelander was for once wearing something casual – you forced him to.

“It looks better, trust me,” you told him with a pointed look, “you want them to love you, don’t you?” you added, knowing this would push him over the edge.

Now he wore dark jeans, sneakers and a matching polo shirt. He had a charming smile on his face as he escorted you into the store which was empty – expect for a cashier. Never before did you have the chance of shopping private like this, online shops were your best friend.

Your man looked around, already picturing you in some of the lingerie that catched his eye. “What do you think of this one?” you asked, showing him a blue piece, it wasn’t anything out of the ordinary, just a baby blue lace set.

“It’s uhm, pretty,” boring, fucking boring, was what he wanted to say. You rolled your eyes playfully and continued looking around, until something unique came into your sight.

Quickly you took your size and vanished into the changing room, of course Homelander heard you and followed you curiously.

You put on the hot pink bra, the underside was see-through, and the top was decorated with flowers. The slip was the same, meaning most of your vagina was visible add to that it was connected with two strings on each side.

The accessory that made you pick it was the choker, it came with a chain that went down between your breasts and was attached to flower shaped belt which fitted your waist perfectly.

Homelander waited outside, impatiently looking around the room until you were ready. Then you opened the curtain, revealing yourself.

You smiled at him innocently, “how does this look?” you asked. He took a step towards you, hand tracing along the fabric and causing a shiver to run down your spine. Suddenly he hooked his point finger around the chain, slowly dragging you to him.

He leaned down, lips hovering over yours, “you’re playing a dangerous game little lady,” he whispered. You pouted, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him impossibly close.

“I’m not playing any game,” you told him honestly, playing with the tiny hairs on his nape. “Don’t think just because they’re many, many people out there I won’t fuck you till you can’t walk anymore,” Homelander threatened, but was it really a threat if you would enjoy every second of it?

“Promise?” you smirked and within a second you were pressed against a wall. Homelander slid his hand down to your core, in your mind you already knew what was about to happen.

With that he snapped the pink panties in half, pushing his two fingers inside you, “look at that, little slut is already wet,” he taunted you.

Your head fell back as he curled his fingertips against your cervix, his unoccupied hand came up to lift your leg around his torso.

“Does that feel good mhm? Come on let me hear you, let them hear you,” he rubbed his thumb over your clit, finally drawing a moan from you. Homelander kissed you, hard, pushing his tongue into your mouth.

He showed his dominate side, hand leaving your side to undo your hand around his neck. Slowly moving it towards his belt, a silent order to open it which you follow without hesitation.

The trousers of his suit fell to the ground, Homelander hosted you up into his arms and entering you in one stroke, giving you no time to adjust to his size – as if he ever did.

You moaned, biting your lip in pleasure. For a moment he stilled inside you, his heavy breathing hitting your skin. Slowly he moved his hips upwards, you could feel him stretching your cunt, feel him hit that spongy spot inside you.

“Fuck, you’re fucking me so good, so good,” you groaned, eyes rolling in the back of your head. Homelander grinned at you, “yes, yes, tell me how good I’m. Fucking tell me and I will let you cream all over my fat cock.”

“You’re good, fucking amazing, baby. No one compares to you, you’re so good,” you chanted as he pounded into you at a ruthless pace.

Sometimes you wondered if your cervix could form bruises, but what you knew was that it could become difficult to walk out of this store.

A tight knot formed in your stomach, pleasure building up and you gripped Homelander’s hand, guiding it towards your clit.

“That’s right, I’m fucking you and you love it, you love me. Say it, come on,” he growled, letting go of your thigh and you closed your legs around his waist, sucking his cock deeper in. You need to feel more of him.

His hand came up to your throat as you didn’t answer, stilling inside of you, “I said, tell me you love me, or I will fill you until my seed is dripping down your legs and you can’t take it anymore, but you little lady, little slut won’t get to come.”

Tears welled in your eyes, you wouldn’t even mind it and he fucking knew it, but for your own sanity you had to answer him. Play into his game, because in your sick twisted mind you enjoyed it.

“I love you, I love you so fucking much,” you whimpered, clutching your hands on his shoulders, begging him to move.

“You do, don’t you? Want me to make you come, want me to fill you up?” he asked, though he knew the answer he, wanted to hear it from you.

“Mhm, yes, want you to make me come, please, please and fill me up, I want it so bad,” you begged, and he finally moved again, rocking his hips up. They you begged him brought him closer to his high, he loved having you at his mercy, doing everything he wanted.

A pornographic moan slipped from your lips as he rubbed over your clit and hit your g-spot. You reached your high, the knot exploding and smashed your lips onto Homelander’s to muffle another moan.

He barred his teeth, releasing his cum into your cunt and his pace slowed down. “Come, paint me baby,” you whispered into his ear.

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“These please,” you grinned at the woman working the register, letting a pile of lingerie fall onto the counter. Every sort of color and shape, nervously the woman cashed you up, “a bag?” she asked to which you nodded.

“That will be 300,36 please,” she said, “cash or card?” she added, looking at you and not daring to spare Homelander a glance.

You held out your palm to your boyfriend who huffed before putting his card into your hand, “thank you,” you said and laid the card down, then stepping aside once it signaled, “pin, “ you told him and gestured to the machine.

Homelander put in the pin while the cashier packed everything up, handing it to you, “thank you very much,” you smiled.

Finally, she found the voice to ask Homelander for an autograph, “oh, sure everything for my fans! You guys are the real hero’s,” he showed her his pearly white teeth and signed her card.

“We could do this a lot more often, go shopping together, maybe have a little lunch date,” you trailed off, teasing him.

Outside there was a lightening of reporters and fans, all wanted pictures and asked questions. In Homelander style and because of Vought, he answered some of them, but he had to keep himself together.

"What is it like to have such a devoting boyfriend?"

"Anything else you do for your girlfriend?"

"How is you future looking? The two of you are a beautiful couple!"

"Thank you, thank you! The future is bright and what my girl wants she gets, there is truly nothing I won't give her," he smiled at them brightly. You posed for pictures, getting bolder with every flash.

Homelander wrapped his arm around your waist, pulling you into his side to whisper in your ear. "You better behave little lady, I will punish you until you can't walk a fuckinf millimetre."

"Promise?"

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stellasdrafts · 4 months ago

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The Light in His Eyes (Vendetta! Leon)

Summary: you have each other’s backs (Vendetta! Leon x DSO!Reader)

Word Count: 2k

Warnings: alcoholism (on Leon’s part), some vendetta leon comfort because that man needs it :(, no official relationship but mutual feelings are implied, pining…

Notes: a small Christmas-ish one-shot in january because it’s my blog and i make the rules (i forgot to post in december whoops). also sorry this one is christmas specific but christmas lights are very special to me and i wanted to write a little something about them <3

One of these days, these missions are going to kill you. You’re sure of it. You find yourself sitting on a rooftop overlooking the city, needing some fresh air after almost getting your head bitten off on call today. Being a D.S.O. agent isn’t for the faint-hearted and truth be told, sometimes you aren’t sure how you got this far in the first place. You close your eyes, deeply breathing in the cold, stuffy city air and listening to the night traffic below. What would it be like to live a normal, quiet life? For your only burden to be being stuck in the traffic below on your way home from your safe nine to five? Your heart aches when you have thoughts like these…

You’re snapped out of your mournful contemplation when someone clears their throat behind you. You whip your head around, startled. You barely register your fists clenching and muscles tensing up, ready to throw a punch or something, your tired brain registering the sound as the grunt of an infected.

“S’just me.” Leon lifts his hands, traipsing toward you. “Can I join?”

Your shoulders slump with relief. Truth be told, you wanted to spend time alone tonight, but Leon happens to be the one who saved your life today and you figure you owe him this much. “Mhm.” You nod and pat the freezing concrete beside you.

He takes the offered seat and leans back, propping himself on his arms. His warmth carries through the cold wind and seeps through your jeans. He’s only an inch or two away, after all. Despite your previous sentiment, his presence is oddly soothing. You’ve never met anyone as good as him in your field of work. He makes you feel safe, like somehow, you’re immortal in his presence because he always looks out for his team. It’s impossible, really. You know it’s a childish and dangerous mindset to have in this line of work, but there’s just something about him. You wonder how much that selflessness is destroying him from the inside….

Actually, the habituality of the liquor on his breath may already give you an idea.

“Quite a view, isn’t it?”

“Hmm?” You look up at him, noticing how his eyes are fixed on the sea of tall buildings before you. “Oh, yeah… I like the lights. I’ve always liked lights.”

A grin tugs at his lips. “Oh yeah?” He shifts to rest on one knee to get a better look at you.

You feel yourself melt under the older agent’s gaze. “Yeah. All kinds of lights…”

He just watches you for a moment and you find yourself silently cursing the extensive psychology training the government’s had you D.S.O. agents do. You’re sure he can read you like a book, seeing through the façade you’ve been tirelessly trying to keep up. He has his own, after all.

He looks out at the few festive lights wrapped around balcony railings and trees standing proudly in windows. “Like… Christmas lights?”

That reaches you. You turn your head to look at him with a dopey smile. “Especially Christmas lights. I miss them a lot.”

Your nostalgia must be contagious because he smiles at you too. You never see him smile anymore. In your few years of working together, you’ve never known him to be an extraordinarily sunny man, but it had worsened recently. Little to your knowledge, he likes seeing you smile, especially when it’s directed at him. “I didn’t know you liked Christmas so much. Maybe I should buy you a tree and some lights this year,” he jokes lightly.

You shrug, your smile fading a bit. “We never stay in one place long enough… And people don’t celebrate as much as when we were kids. It wouldn’t be the same.”

His expression softens considerably when he notices the shift in your demeanour. His lips pull into a much more familiar tight frown, his shoulders dropping a bit as well. “Yeah, I guess so…” he pauses for a moment, debating his next words. “We could make our own tradition, you know?”

You tilt your head, your smile fully sarcastic and sour now. “Sure. If we’re both still alive by holiday break.”

He grimaces, evidently not liking the sudden grim attitude, even if it carries truth. Ironic, you find yourself thinking, for a man with his attitude. “Don’t talk like that,” he chides softly, wrapping an arm behind you and dragging you a twinge closer. “I’m not letting you die anytime soon.”

And you know that coming from his lips, that’s a vow, not a weak promise. You lean into his warmth, the cold wind hitting you again now that you’re no longer in your cozy bubble of colourful lights and denial. “Right. Sorry…”

“It’s alright.” He gives your side a reassuring squeeze and resumes staring out at the dark skyline.

The two of you sit in comfortable silence for a minute or two, admiring (perhaps longingly) the people going about their lives in their apartments and offices. Parents putting their children to bed, couples cooking together, families watching what you self-indulgingly believe to be holiday movies in their decorated living rooms… Even the young man working alone at this hour of the night seems to sit with some sense of serenity. All possibilities of the lives you and Leon could have had if you hadn’t been pushed into the claws of the genius Division of Security Operations. He sighs – if in soul-crushing envy or in momentary peacefulness, you can’t tell. But his whiskey-ridden breath is warm and a welcome contrast to the cool winter night air.

You chew at your lip, getting a bit nervous. “You smell like booze,” you remark quietly.

“I know.” He chuckles and you know it’s a piss-poor attempt to cover how uncomfortable the topic of his drinking makes him feel. “You got a problem with that?” He scratches his neglected stubble.

You know a slightly hostile question is the best outcome for you. If it were anyone else starting an intervention, he would’ve raised his voice already. You’ve seen it first-hand with some other people on the team. “You’ve got a problem with that, Leon.” You stare blankly at the buildings ahead, your previous fascination and warmth for the sight dampened.

You feel Leon’s body stiffen beside you and his demeanour shifts. You look, and like you, he no longer seems as placated as he was a mere minute ago. His brows tug down and his gaze darkens. “Don’t do that. Not you,” his tone is surprisingly tender for being paired with his current expression.

He knows you mean well. He knows you’re worried about him. But he can’t bear having you look at him like everyone else does, like you have to tiptoe around him or like he’s always incompetent and inebriated. He looks away out of shame. He knows you’re right, but he’s stubborn and also knows that’s led to his downfall more than once.

“Are you even going to remember this tomorrow?”

Leon looks back up, his gaze stormy. His defensiveness gets the best of him, as it usually does in these situations. He’s angry, or at least he’s trying to be. But you’re sitting close enough to spot the gleam of self-hatred in those beloved blue eyes. “Why does it matter if I do or not?”

“Because believe it or not, our conversations actually mean a lot to me.” The weight of your words hangs between the pair of you for a moment. “And it’s dangerous to day drink with a job like ours. We never know when we’ll get called out. It’ll get you killed,” you add to try and save face as if you don’t care more about him than you do the other agents.

He cringes a bit more at that, and his anger falters in favour of discomfort. He sighs and leans an elbow on his knee, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Look, I appreciate the concern, but you don’t have to worry about me. I’m fine.”

You tuck your knees up to your chest, even his body heat isn’t enough to cancel out the cold between you now. “That’s what worries me. You act like it’s fine, it’s normal. You don’t even act drunk anymore. You don’t… slur your words or stumble around or vomit everywhere. Apart from being angrier… depressed… you behave normally when you’re drunk.” You turn your body in his direction, trying desperately to get through to him. “You’re not even you anymore. Isn’t that scary?”

He exhales again, letting his hand drop from his face. He knows you’re right. Damn it, you’re always right, but he can never bring himself to admit it. “I… I don’t get what the big deal is. I do my job – well, if I might add. I don’t get into bar fights with random civilians… unless they ask for it. I supply my own drinks and keep to myself. So why’re you worrying?”

You take his face in your hands, your expression softening. Maybe he won’t lie to your face if he’s looking right at it. “Leon, drop the act, please.” From what you hear, he’s a shell of the person he used to be.

His eyes widen with surprise. He doesn’t answer anything for a few moments, your gentle touch making his mind go blank for a second. He can’t remember the last time anyone was gentle with him. He knows he can’t argue when you use that tone or when you have that look in your eye. “Fuck…”

He practically sags onto you as he lets himself feel everything he’s been drowning in alcohol for months. You have an agonizing way of making the tension in his body disappear with nothing but a few words in that honeyed tone of yours.

You support his weight. Like you always do, as he always does yours. Because it’s just Leon. You’d never let him fall, in any sense of the word. “You know, how are you supposed to put up that tree and the lights you offered me if you’re too drunk to make sense of anything? I’m not letting you in my room at HQ if the drinks are making you a grouch, either.”

He does want to give you that, a tree grand and worth being yours, pretty lights you can stare at while you doze off in the evenings, Christmas itself… More than anything, he wants to make you happy. The thought alone makes him happy. He huffs and looks away to hide his smile. “Yeah, yeah. Damn you.”

You let out a breath and a smile of your own, feeling relieved that you got to him at least a little bit. “Try again, please… At least to cut back. We can do it this time.”

He tenses again at your request. It’s not an easy one, and he’s reluctant to agree, not sure if he can even will himself to cut back so easily. But you’re too close, too warm, and you’re using that damn tone in your voice that always gets to him. He wants better for you. For himself, too. A shot at a better life. “I’ll try. Try. For you, alright?”

You hum. “That’s all I ask.” You bring up a delicate hand and brush some of that pesky hair out of his face.

He practically melts into your touch, too tired to bother hiding the effect you have on him. You both know something has been lingering between you for a while, anyway. “Anything else you want from me?” he mutters in a teasing tone, trying to lift the atmosphere he feels he ruined.

You chuckle lightly. “Probably, but we’ll work towards those things later on.”

He perks up at that, a smug smirk toying at his lips as he picks up on the implications of your words. “Y’gotta be a little more specific than that.”

Your eyes soften. Not now. Not like this. “I’ll tell you when you’re sober.” Your timbre isn’t unkind – it’s careful, genuine… You’re trying to encourage him more than anything, knowing he always fares well with a challenge or an end goal.

The muscles in his face ease as well. He gives a small nod. “I’ll hold you to that.”

You feel a spark in your chest of something you haven’t felt in a long time – hope. “So will I.”

You’re more determined than ever to bring back that light to his eyes.

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OH BOY HEADCANON TIME! What do you think is the easiest way to fluster Hermes? Does he get flustered easily? 💛🪽✨

“Affirmations.”

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hermes Headcanon’s with GN!Reader

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Easiest way to fluster Hermes? Let's be honest. Flirting back at him when he flirts with you is one way to get him flustered. He just doesn't expect it at all from you. He's not used to someone like you genuinely flirting with him when he does it first. You usually tend to do it as a way to get payback at him for flustering you first.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Or you could always give him gifts. He’s very fond of receiving gifts from you and it makes his heart melt when you give him any sort of gift, you could give him a pebble and he’ll treasure it.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Even though Hermes can be flustered it’s a 50/50 chance with him. It’s not difficult but it’s hard, the technique I catching him off guard when he least expects it. Kiss him randomly on the lips? That will definitely fluster him. Tell him words of affirmation and tell him he’s an amazing messenger? The man is turning bright red!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ Hermes gets flustered easily if you compliment his work. Especially if he’s delivered a ton of messages;

“Hermes, did you really deliver all those messages that quickly?! That’s terrific!!”

“Ah, well, of course I did…! Mhm, yeah, I’m just that great!-”

He’s totally not blushing right now, that compliment totally didn’t send him reeling out of surprise. Hermes adores being complimented for his work, it makes him feel appreciated!

⇢ ˗ˏˋ And with appreciation comes a very happy Hermes. Another thing that may fluster him is remembering or being into his random rants. You remember something he said about liking something in a conversation he briefly mentioned and then you give him that item? He’ll definitely feel himself getting more in love with you.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ In my other Headcanons I mentioned that even though he loves physical touch he also likes gift giving. But like I’ve mentioned here. A secret 3rd one is that he adores words of affirmations.

⇢ ˗ˏˋ In the end, I believe that flustering Hermes isn’t hard if you’re together. But if you’re trying to romance him it may prove to be a difficult task.

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A/N: Another headcanon down. RAHH! I hope you like this one Anon!!! :)))

Word Count: 352 words

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stardustlixie · 1 year ago

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weekend- maki x yuta x reader

(REPOST FROM MY DELETED SMUT BLOG)

(warnings: sub!yuta, dom!fem!reader, dom!maki, pegging, praise, degradation, slight manhandling, dick slapping, edging, begging, cunnilingus, hickeys, hair pulling, spanking, dacryphilia, fxf action, petnames, polyamory, yuuta wears lace underwear😭)

(author's note: they are so fucking hot 😫, i want them both like rn, it's a need, inspired by a little conversation between me and @imrllytootiredforthis) NSFW!

maki has her arm around your waist, you're sitting at her side while yuuta lies sprawled across both of your laps, your fingers moving through his hair and scratching his scalp as some show plays on the tv in front of you.

it's been a long week and all three of you are getting the rest you deserve, though yuuta seems restless. you know why, he hasn't been allowed to touch himself for the entire week. acknowledging his pain is no fun though, you both you and maki ignore his occasional huffs of annoyance. he's squirming around a lot, a telltale sign that he's horny.

he's so cute, helpless like this. unable to do anything himself and too good to do something to rile you up. so, so cute.

your attention is drawn to him when he sits up a little, barely reaching to the level of maki's chest and huffs in a voice the never fails to amuse you.

"just touch me already! i know you're both ignoring me on purpose!" maki doesn't appreciate attitude.

"so mouthy aren't you? what makes you thinks you deserve to be touched, huh?" she taunts with a hard squeeze to his thigh, to which the boy inhales sharply. he knows he has no luck with maki, she can deny him things much, much longer than he can take, she likes to watch him suffer.

so he tries his luck with you.

"yn- mommy. please. been so good for you all week. please. i need it so bad." he borderline moans into your ear. you look at him and then at maki. she has a light smirk on her face, this is gonna be fun.

"you need us that bad, hm?" you muse at him, hand finding his hip and giving it a light squeeze.

"yes. yes please. cant- can't take it anymore. need you both." he whines as he softly grinds on maki's leg, to which she holds him still with one hand, accompanied by a little 'patience, slut.'

"yuuta, go back to the bedroom and wait. don't strip or lie down. just wait. understood, baby?" he nods and slowly gets off the couch. as soon as he's out of earshot, you turn your attention to maki, both of you standing up now.

"fuck. he's so hard to resist." she exhales and you chuckle as your arms wrap around her small waist.

"he is. what do you say we do with him?" you run your hands along her back as she smiles.

"whatever you want, mommy" she adds the last word teasingly. you and her don't really have a power dynamic, but you're both equally obsessed with each other as you are with yuuta.

you laugh at her antics before your gaze lowers to her boobs. fuck. she's perfect. the urge to touch her has to wait though. you need your sanity right now.

"well since our pretty boy is so desperate"- her hand travels down to your hip as you speak "-let's give him what he wants, but not exactly how he wants it. know what i mean?"

"mhm. your wish is my command." she smiles and gives you a quick kiss before you both walk to where yuuta is.

yuuta, like the obedient boy he is, is standing still, gulping heavily but not disobeying any rules despite his aching boner.

you close the door behind you as he feels himself being pushed to the wall and maki's lips slamming to his. she can be patient, but she's been waiting as much as he has. he whines as he feels her pinning his arms above his head and you take the moment to push your hands under his shirt and touch his sensitive nipples.

with your hands playing with his nipples and maki nipping and biting at the skin of his neck, his whining gets much, much louder, calming only when maki detaches herself from him to get everything ready.

meanwhile, you guide him to the bed and push him down onto it, hovering over him with your knees on either side of his waist. you take his shirt off to look at him better.

"mommy.. mmm-" you shut him up with your tongue entering his mouth as you both moan into the kiss.

maki walls up to you and tosses the lube on the bed. both yours and yuuta's eyes fly up to her. she's in her underwear. all black. stunning. you can't help but gawk at your girlfriend.

she pulls you in for a kiss while you're still straddling yuuta, her hands reaching your waist and taking your shirt off before wandering lower to rub at your clit. yours find their way to her boobs, finally. for a while it's all lips and tongue and teeth and moans.

yuuta feels left out. don't get him wrong, he loves watching you two together, but his boner just isn't letting him do that.

both of your combined sounds and the visual of your hands roaming on each other's bodies is too much for him.

you notice. but instead of separating yourself from maki, you grind down. right onto his raging boner. the sounds that escape him make both you and maki smile into the kiss.

you get off yuuta so maki can pull his pants off of him, and you're met with a delicious sight. he's wearing lace.

you can see maki's surprise in the way her brow is raised. you're both equal parts stunned and equal parts aroused by yuuta in that flimsy little thing.

you touch the black lace around his waist.

"what a surprise, maki. look at our babyboy all decorated." you say.

"like a whore. only for us to ruin." says maki and he swears he sees your eyes turn dark.

you shift the already-pretty-wet material of his panties aside and grab his length, stroking it slowly.

"look at you baby, so pretty and desperate. a sight, aren't you? my desperate little doll. say it."

he whines in response and you slap his dick. hard.

he jerks up with a yelp.

"words, sweetheart. you know mommy likes verbal answers." you look at him like a wolf at a sheep right before it pounces and devours it.

maki loves it when you get all evil. so hot. apparently yuuta in his little black panties was enough to flip you, but who's she kidding? anything about yuuta can flip you. you're always such a mean dom to him.

"well the slut is too dumb to do anything except whine. aren't you, yuuta?" maki says as she runs a hand on his thigh and abs to comfort him.

"am- 'm not. i can speak for mommy. a- and for you." but speaking is getting difficult for him with the way you suddenly grip the base of his dick mid-stroke, increasing your pace, before you bring your hand back down on his dick again. ripping a borderline sob out of him.

maki leans down to lay kisses on the skin of his thighs, touching them ever so gently to calm him down before she sucks hickeys all over him.

the contrast between you both drives him crazy. your words are sweet but your actions are so, so mean. and maki's words are so harsh but her touches so gentle. it's the best of both worlds for him. both of you know exactly how to make him combust without really doing much.

you stop your movements on his dick to give attention to his nipples as maki preps him, a finger at first, then two, not wasting much time before she moves to let the tip of her strap enter him.

you kiss him again, your hands reaching up to pull at his hair right as maki begins to push herself in, her pace torturously slow.

"here you go little whore."

you return your attention to yuuta's poor dick as maki increases her pace. everything is too much for the boy, the way you both look in just your underwear, full attention on him, being stimulated on both his insides and outsides while you both look like absolutely gorgeous towering over him. he looks at both of you like you're some divine incarnates. this is all too much.

he isn't going to last.

you look at him being absolutely wrecked by the situation, little gasps and whimpers escaping him with maki's slow thrusts. you move down to nip and bite at the skin around his collarbones, finding that one very sensitive spot of his skin right when maki finds his prostate, a sweet whine escaping his lips.

your hands find his nipples again, twisting and flicking oh-so-good while maki increases her pace. you go down to lick his earlobe.

"be good sweetheart. don't you dare cum without permission."

"f-feels too good, mommy. too good." he whines out before maki rips another loud moan out of him, hitting his prostate with every thrust in that cruel pace of hers.

"the slut can't control his own body, yn. you're expecting too much of him when he's being fucked dumb like this." she grunts with a smirk.

yuuta whines at her comment and tries to steady himself by gripping your arm. your hand just move back to his dick again, finding a pace to match maki's thrusts while yuuta's hips snap up in response.

"'m close. maki- i'm close. fuck."

his entire body is reacting to the stimulus and he's drawing awfully close to his climax when maki stops, so do you. right before he reaches the edge.

yuuta releases what can only be called a borderline sob.

"noo, why?" he cries in frustration. "I was so close. why'd you stop?"

"well, you wanted to be touched right? you're getting what you wanted, now let us have our fun, yuuta." you say as if it's the most obvious thing in the world.

maki flips his body before he can even complain, easily helping him into his hands and knees, wasting no time and starting all over again.

the grip that the simple scene has on you is strange. maki is still moving slow when you place yourself behind her, kissing her back as you unclip her bra and get rid of it, sucking little marks onto her neck and shoulder when she lays her head back onto yours. yuuta's small noises bring your attention back.

"wreck him for me, won't you, love?"

she hums and leans for a quick kiss before you move away and she speeds up her pace again, hard grip on his waist. yuuta's reaction is immediate, small gasps turning into broken moans at the feeling.

"m-maki, fuck- harder. please. please. oh fuck. feels so good." you run your hand through his hair before you yank his head back by it, drawing the air out of his lungs. he arches his back so beautifully at one particular thrust from maki.

"a-ah, ohmygod. close-" he gasps out as before he buries his face into the pillow in front of him.

you pull his face away from the pillow by his hair and bring him in for a kiss and he moans into your mouth as he feels himself tipping over. he's cumming. his moans are muffled by your tongue in his mouth but his hips still grind back onto maki's strap, riding out his high before he stops, writhing around in sensitivity. maki, however doesn't stop for a good while, overstimulating the boy to his limits. you detach yourself from the poor thing.

"can't- too sensitive. h-hurts." he gasps as his legs stop supporting him, dropping down onto the mattress when maki lets go. unfortunately, you're not done yet.

he's just recovering from his orgasm when you pull him up to lay across your lap.

"what's you color, yuuta?"

"green." he exhales.

"good, because you know better than to cum without my permission."

he knows what he's up for, you don't like your rules being broken.

"count, sweetheart. if I don't hear you, we start over-" you look up at maki, "-how many do you say, love? how much can he take?"

"not much apparently. he looks spent to me. I'd say twenty but that'd be too much. can you take that, slut?" she asks him. he nods in response.

"i- i can."

"then count." you smack his ass and he whimpers out a small 'o-one' before your hand clashes with his skin again. and again. and again. maki watches from the edge of the bed as the heat in her core starts to become unbearable, she's been ignoring it for a while now.

"twelve. fuck."

watching yuuta's ass jiggle with each hit and turn so deliciously red isn't helping, add to that his whiney counting while you take utter pleasure in each impact, an almost predatory glint in your eyes as you switch from his ass to the back of his thighs and back to his ass. the situation is getting to her.

"mommy~" it's getting difficult for his already oversensitive body to take more.

"a few more baby, you can take that for me can't you?"

"i doubt that. look at him." maki taunts again.

"s-sixteen." he continues counting with little sobs, his butt turning a pretty shade of red.

after a few more, he finishes with a choked out 'twenty', actual tears running down his face. maki rubs his bruised skin to soothe him a bit before you flip him around on your lap, giving him a kiss.

"so pretty when you cry for me like that" you smirk at him, you let him collect himself before you shift your attention to your girlfriend.

she's sitting with her back against the headboard and you straddle her.

"been waiting." she smiles at you as her hands automatically latch to you body. you learn in for another kiss, she gives you control for a little while before fighting back again.

"mm. wanna taste you love. can I?" you say in between the kisses you place on her neck.

"please do." she sighs at the feeling of your lips, moving down from her collarbone to her gorgeous boobs, licking and sucking at her nipples before moving further down to the waistband of her panties.

you pull them down to reveal her heat, she's so wet. you place yourself between her thighs as you suck little hickeys on them, marking the place up as yours as she releases little hums of satisfaction.

"don't tease, yn."

"sorry, love."

you hear a whine from the side of the bed and hear maki command yuuta.

"touch yourself. but you don't cum until I do."

you give her clit an experimental lick before pressing your warm tongue flat against it, maki relaxing into your hold.

you run your tongue between her folds before sticking it into her cunt, your fingers coming up to replace the sensation on her clit.

her breathing become heavier as you continue sucking and rubbing on her bud while your tongue explores her insides. her hand comes down to rest on your hair.

you replace your tongue inside her with your fingers as you move your mouth's complete attention to her clit.

yuuta's whimpers can be heard in the background as you fingers thrust in and out of maki, he matches his pace with yours and moans at the stimulation.

you are quite literally devouring maki's clit, that's what she loves, with how long she's waited and how your fingers and moving in her, hitting her sensitive spots, she's drawing awfully close. her usual quiet hums turning into ragged breaths and low moans.

"fuck- baby, I'm gonna cum. yuuta. cum with me, yeah?"

"yes- fuck. so close." he pants.

maki grip on your hair tightens as she finishes, both her and yuuta cumming with synchronised moans as her hips move upto you.

"fuck. that was something." she says as she comes down from her high, looking down to see your face half drenched in her juices.

"sure was." you say with a smile as you catch your breath, she smiles back at you, a little fucked out.

"i'm sure yuuta agrees, don't you, love?" you look at you boyfriend, breathing real heavy and trying to navigate his way through his own sticky mess to get to you.

you're all catching your breath.

"why don't you both go shower, I'm gonna change these sheets and then I'll follow."

they're both quick to agree, none of them likes work. you don't mind tho, quickly replacing the dirty sheets with new ones, taking off your soaked underwear and following them into the bathroom a while later, three people can't fit in the tub so you just brush your teeth while you wait for them to get out.

"i can see you staring yuuta" you point out when you notice his eyes glued to your tits.

"can't help it. look! she can't help it either!" he points out maki, who in turn is busy staring at your ass.

these two are never gonna change.

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bbyquokka · 1 year ago

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Hyunnie thst type of bf to have a spa day with u when u had a rough day at work and he be like

Getting face masks and wine ready and he be like

"Spill the tea baby, what happened"😭

spa day

FLUFF/SUGGESTIVE THEMES BELOW CUT – MINORS, AGELESS & DEFAULT BLOGS; DNI

cw: gn reader, established relationship, food & alcohol mentioned, it gets suggestive at the end, hehe. words: 1k ~ (1,002)

a/n: soft thought turned slightly hard? mhm, yes, hehe. i dont make the rules, my mind told me to do it! i hope you enjoy! don’t forget to leave feedback, reblog and tell me what you think here. i hope you all enjoy! ‹3

dont repost. dont translate. feedback and reblogs are highly advised and appreciated!

“i'm so over today. freaking dumb ass people and their dumb ways of thinking. how can i give you a refund on something you used months ago!?” you mumble to yourself as you throw your bag on the floor and kick your shoes off.

your commotion makes hyunjin jump in his seat. he puts down his paintbrush and wipes his hands on an old tee. he peeks his head out of the studio door, brows furrowed together as he notices how stressed and unamused you look.

“fucking people. i don't get paid enough to deal with the bs.” you continue to grumble. you go to flop down on the sofa but a pair of strong and warm arms pulls you out of your bubble and back down to reality.

“oof!” you grunt as hyunjin pulls you into his chest. he rocks you side to side, stroking your hair softly.

“rough day?”

“you could say that.” you laugh bitterly before melting into hyunjin's chest.

“want to talk about it?”

"yeah, that'd be nice.” you whisper.

“ok. but go take a shower first.”

“trying to say i smell?!” you look up at him. hyunjin thinks for a split second and nods. you scoff and gently slap his chest. “ok ok, finee.”

you push yourself off him and walk to the bathroom. you do your usual shower routine, feeling a hundred times better and more relaxed in your comfy lounge wear.

you open the door to the bathroom and walk to the living area, gasping at how it currently looks.

the coffee table moved to the side to make room for two cushions and a blanket. candles lit up in the room with the tv on low volume. hyunjin dressed in shorts and his robe, his hair up on a half ponytail.

on the coffee table are two glasses of wine, bowls filled with your favourite snacks and treats, two facemasks and other spa inspired items.

hyunjin looks up at you as he pours you a glass before setting the bottle on the table. he gives you a warm grin before walking to you.

“what is this?” you whisper, still in awe.

"thought the best way to help you relax was to have a spa day!”

“you did all this in the time i was in the shower?” hyunjin nods and grins, clearly impressed with his handiwork. “that's impressive.”

“haha, thank you! now come and relax.” he guides you to the cushions. you sit down cross legged as he hands you a glass of wine.

“thank you.” you take the glass and take a big sip of it.

“easy there tiger. at least wait until food arrives.” he laughs

“you ordered food?”

“yeah, your favourite!”

“god i fuckin' love you.”

“i love you too.” hyunjin puts down his glass and grabs a face pack and a headband. he hands you the band and waits until you have finished putting it on.

he opens the pack and gently puts it on your face, soothing it out with his fingers. you hum softly at the refreshing coolness of the pack. you close your eyes slowly and sip your wine as you relax.

“all i need is some cucumbers on my eyes.” you mumble. hyunjin laughs softly before putting a mask on himself, relaxing beside you and sipping his wine.

“so, tell me what happened.”

“ugh. well–” you go on a rant and rave about work, about the customers, managers and bosses. the more you talk, the more annoyed you start to feel. hyunjin simply nods his head and listens to you.

he's good like that. he won't interrupt you in the slightest and just let you go on. once finished, does he soothe you with some kisses and hugs.

halfway through your long rant, the doorbell rings. hyunjin answers the door to the food delivery guy, forgetting about his mask. the delivery guy gives hyunjin a shocked face before laughing when hyunjin explains the situation.

he walks back to you, explaining what just happened. you laugh and make jokes about it, forgetting about your rough day at work and why you were so angsty to begin with.

“thank you, hyun.” he looks at you as he peels off his mask.

“for?”

“for this. i appreciate it greatly.”

"no problem! i hate seeing you distressed so this is the least i can do for you.” you hum softly and take your own mask off.

after eating the food, hyunjin gives your hands a massage and even paints your nails. you do the same, matching the colour he has given you. you both enjoy each others company and enjoy what he has done for you.

you can't believe how lucky you are.

“strip.” you blink at his sudden request before noticing the bottle of massage oil in his hand. you strip yourself of your tee, resting on your stomach with your chin on your hands.

hyunjin straddles you and pours the lotion onto your back. you shiver at the coldness which makes him laugh.

“wasn't expecting a massage, hyun.” you giggle

“it's not a spa session without a massage!”

"mhm, i guess you're right.” you grin before groaning. his thumbs dig into your tense back muscles, fingers working their magic on you.

you squirm underneath him, moaning and groaning. hyunjin swallows thickly as something so innocent is sounding so lewd to him. he feels himself heat up and his groin to feel warm.

“babe.. please, can you keep the moaning to a minimum.” he begs.

"but your fingers feel so good, hyun.” you grunt innocently as he digs into your muscles.

"yn.. please..” he huffs. you ignore him. hyunjin bites his lip hard, his penis twitching several times.

“h-hyunjin.” you moan softly.

“fuck.” you squeal as he turns you on your back suddenly. your eyes widen as you look up at hyunjin. his eyes filled with lust as he licks his lips, ready to devour you.

“you're doing this on purpose yn. you must really enjoy riling me up.”

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kanekisfavoritegf · 2 years ago

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professor professor

minors & blank blogs DNI pls🩷

warnings: smut, professor x “student”, age gap, choking, oral m!receiving, degrading, standingsex, pussy spanks. uh yea idk barely proof read

Nanami has never and will never sleep with his students. It’s a rule he has stuck to throughout his education career. And he has no intention of breaking it now. Unlike his teaching peers, he has never seen the appeal of screwing his student.

So this should be fine. You aren’t his student. Just a friend of one of his students. Is what he’d think every time he caught himself staring at your legs, boobs, or lips too long as you waited at the door for your friend.

He knew your friend had a small crush on him, many of his students did. But he never found interest in them, not like he has with you.

“What a shitty friend you are.” He’d whisper into your ear as he bent you over your friend's desk. Sinking into your cunt slowly, you moaned loudly, despite the tie he had used to gag you.

You shuddered at the feeling of his cock sitting snugly in your weeping cunt. You know you should feel guilty, but you don’t care. Pushing back against him, you hoped he would get the signal for him to start fucking you.

“You are so impatient; you know if you were my student, I’d spank the greediness out of you.” Luckily for you, he was feeling impatient. Pulling out until only his mushroom tip stayed in your warmth. He kept one hand on your hip while the other wrapped around your neck, pulling you up so you’d also be standing.

His pounding into you came so suddenly that you didn’t even make a sound. You silently screamed and let out a breathy “Oh.” but that was it. With one single thrust, he had left you brainless.

Humping back into him to meet his thrusts seemed to be the only thing you were capable of doing.

“Oh fuck, you are so tight.” He’d groan into your ear in between pants. He was losing his composure and fast.

His door was unlocked and the thought made him hornier.

“You like the thought of being caught fucking an older man?” He’d hiss in your ear. Tugging at the makeshift gag, leaving it loosely around your neck, he waited for your response.

“Mhm, I love it, Sir.” You’d whine.

“Why are you calling me Sir? Am I your professor?”

“No, Sir.” You spoke without thinking, too lost in a cock drunk haze to stop the title from flying past your lips.

“There you go again.” Pulling out his dick that now glistened with your arousal, he began slapping your pussy.

Slap.

“Are you my student?”

You moaned out in response.

“Answer me, Y/N. Are you my student?” His hand had found your throat once more.

Slap.

“No, Nanami!”

“That’s right baby say my name.”

He’s run at your clit awfully slow to soothe the pain of his punishment. You were now facing him, ass placed prettily on his desk. Ironically sitting on the very papers your friend had spent days preparing. Without warning, he’d be back in you. Thrusting inside without a care in the world.

It was like you had lost all sense in the world,

“You are such a pretty little whore. Are you gonna cum for me?”

“Mm Nana— Na- Nanami. Fuck!” You choked out.

Barely being able to say his name, you gripped his back, dragging your nails down his shirt. You could feel him hitting the parts your fingers couldn’t even dream of reaching.

“Come on. Come on. Come on. Fuck Fuck Fuck.” He’d pant into your skin.

The moan you let out as you came around Nanami’s dick could only be described as depraved. Saliva dropped down your neck from the amount of drooling you had been doing. Your vision was now foggy and dazed.

You were so out of it that you hadn’t even realized Kento had yet to cum. And that he was now pushing you to your knees. Not like it was hard, anyway, your wobbly legs found balance as they met the cool surface of his wooden floors.

“Open your mouth, baby. Wanna watch you swallow my cum.” The second your mouth split open, Kento took it as an opportunity to fuck your face. A string of drool and arousal appeared and disappeared between his balls and your chin each time they collided. Nanami’s groans had now turned into full-on moans. guiding your head up and down roughly. Not caring about the way one of your hands clung to his thighs, while the other lower down back to your pussy.

And as you looked up in a cock-drunk haze, tears streaming down your face and hand between your legs, Nanami would slap his dick on your face and say,

“Are you ever going to tell your roommate that you like to suck her favorite professor's dick? Hm?”

It was like his voice had some spell over you. Sinking his dick back into your mouth, you came so hard and so fast you didn't even realize you were cumming until you were clenching around your fingers, holding eye contact with the older man, as you moaned around him. Triggering his climax instantly.

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jillsandwhichs · 7 months ago

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Secrets

Chapter 8 to RE Character x Reader Smutshot Collection

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Pairing: F!Reader x Revelations Jill Valentine

Summary: You and Jill visit your homophobic parents house and to them, you and her are simply friends. Between you and her however, you're so much more than that

Status of your guy's relationship in this one shot: Secretly dating

WC: 3.6k

Type: NSFW

Warnings: Indications of homophobia, Making out, Hickies, Biting, Jill sniffs your panties, You ride her thigh, Some choking, Dirty talk, Oral (Jill receives) and Overstimulation

A/n: Hi! Hope you all enjoy. Please check out my masterlist, there's a lot of stuff there. You can get to know me, you can see the rules of my blog and then you can see all of my fanfictions. You'll be able to find the previous chapters to this fic and upcoming ones. You'll also be able to find my Wattpad & AO3. Comments, reblogs & likes are appreciated. Thank you

The evening has been wonderful, all things considered. Your mother made a lovely dinner and your father made great drinks. It's been good overall. You enjoy nights like these. By nights like these though, you mean nights with Jill.

You and her have been planning this night for the last few weeks. She's been so very busy with work-she is an agent for the BSAA-so you two aren't together as much as you'd like to be. But when you two are together, these masks you have to wear are unbearable. You only ever have to keep up this facade around family, but still, you're a grown woman and you shouldn't have to! But you must, you don't want to lose your mother and father, they mean so much to you.

Around your parents, you and Jill play off a story where you are simply best friends. Nothing more and nothing less. You two play it well even. You guys have inside jokes, are playful, compliment one another and even talk about boys-which never fails to make you ill. But alas, you two play it off amazingly. They've never questioned it. Your mother has asked you if you're gay and you've always replied with, "I don't like labels." Which she's never understood but also has never pried about.

Your dad is a lot more leniant. If he were to find out about you and Jill or that you're a lesbian in general, he would have to be the one to put your mom at ease. She is an almond mom, a religious mom and of course, a tradtional mom. You'll never judge her, you love her! But it's no lie that she's far from open minded and is set in her ways. Ways that should've been left behind decades ago.

Anyhow, you all just finished dinner and it was tasty.

Your mother made some steaks, pasta and green beans—a true classic. It was refreshing to have a home cooked meal, especially one that you often ate growing up. Jill never has meals like this. When she's always off at work, it's prepackaged garbage that she somehow manages to muster down. During dinner she even said, "A million times better than the pigsty I eat regularly." Which earned some chuckles from your parents. They really do like Jill, it's nice.

"Mom, this was really yummy, thank you." You thanked your mother. She smiled kindly and nodded. "You're very welcome, both of you. It was so pleasant to see you again, Jill, she raves about you so much." Jill slightly blushed-she always has these deep rosey cheeks whenever she's with you. "Really? You're always raving about me?" "Mhm." You murmured as you giggled. You nearly lost your breath as Jill's hand groped the inner side of your thigh sneakily.

You cleared your throat as you also thanked your dad. "The drinks were also good, thank you dad." "Anytime baby, I love making them." Your dad was a bartender for a very long time so he's most definitely skilled.

As your mother stood up, Jill moved her hand away from your thigh and watched her. She began to go around the table and pick up each empty plate and glass. Your father also stood up and made way to the living room, either to watch TV or to read, either or. "Would you like any help?" You asked your mother. She chuckled and declined, "No sweetheart, I am okay with washing these up. How about you show Jill the guest room-you are staying correct?"

You hadn't planned on it but hell, why not? It beats driving an hour back to your apartment and you miss your bedroom here. Although, you most definitely won't be showing Jill the guest room but rather your bedroom.

"Alright then and sure, I can stay, I miss it so why not? Come on, Jill." You stood up and pushed both of your guy's chairs in. "Thank you for the dinner and your hospitality, Ms." Jill said softly to your mother, standing beside you. "Anytime." Your mother smiled and waved, going back to the dishes and focusing on them. You caught a glimpse of the cross set directly above the kitchen table. It made you feel weird. You spent your whole childhood having religion shoved down your throat and now, you're the complete opposite of what your parents want you to be.

Whatever though, to hell with it-literally.

You and Jill made way to the staircase. You two passed by your father, who was dedicated to the TV, focusing on whatever random TV show was on. Your bedroom has always been upstairs. Your bedroom has only been touched up a little bit since you moved out. It looks like teenager girlish and more modest and adult like, as it should be. Your mother has made it into a second guest room but she still refers to it as your bedroom which you prefer anyways.

"I've never seen your room here." "Mmm, well-" you looked around the upstairs and back down to make sure neither of them would hear you. "Well baby, it doesn't look the same as it once did but I can show you pictures." "I'd love to see." Jill chuckled, staying beside you as you opened the door to your room.

It looked rather average now. The best part about the room is the large window to the side of the bed. You remember spending most of your teen years just sitting there and either reading or watching videos on your laptop. You always loved it, especially in the mornings. You'd watch the snow fall, or the rain. You'd see a lot of wildlife too such as birds, deer and random little bugs. You miss it a lot. Your apartment doesn't even have a bedroom window. Guess that's what you get for going so cheap.

The bed was made nearly. It had multiple pillows on it with grey sheets and a white duvet seat. The floors were vacuumed nicely. Your dresser and TV from your childhood remained the same and in the exact same spot. You even had some of your old stuff stuffed in boxes in the corner of the room by your closet. The walls are still the same beige color they were when you were just a girl. You always hated how plain they were.

Jill admired your room. She touched everything and looked at it all too. You're confused by it but you let it go on. Besides, she looks hot when she's concentrated.

You sat down on the end of your bed and began to take your flats off, tossing them to the other side of your room. Jill noticed and sat right next to you, doing the same except she was wearing black combat boots which God, made her look good. "Did you enjoy the dinner?" "Aside from having to hide my homosexuality in front of your parents, yep." You scoffed at her remark. You wish it didn't have to be this way. You want to be honest with them, but you're fearful of disownment. You love them too much to suffer through that.

"Honey," You set your hand on her shoulder, rubbing it gently. "I know it's irritating. Trust me, I know, I've been hiding it since I was seventeen." Now you're in your mid twenties and still haven't let a peep out about it. Sure, there have been suspicions but nothing more than that and you don't plan to let it turn into anything more. "I wanna be myself with you." You added, gazing at her side profile. She turned to face you and smiled slightly. "I know... We can be ourselves, just without them." "Yeah." You nodded.

You leaned in and kissed her cheek, she did the same. You pressed your forehead against hers. You closed your eyes and just reveled in the moment. Basking in it, even. You're in love with Jill. You've loved her for the whole year you two have been together. Being with her has awakened you in a million different ways. She's just a masterpiece. A work of art. You could admire her as if she was a statue in a museum. You're obsessed with her, practically-how could you not be?

Jill brought her lips to your forehead, pressing a sweet kiss to it. She's always been so gentle with you-unless you ask for the opposite... But you enjoy it, immensely. "You look really gorgeous today." She praised you, bringing her hand to your cheek and caressed it, gazing down at you. Her blue eyes were all over you and you didn't even capture it immediately. "Thank you, you do too." "Thank you baby." She snickered, removing her hand from your face.

You leaned down and this time, kissed her lips. You could taste the cherry chapstick plastered all over her pink lips. You liked it. "Cherry?" "Mhm." She laughed. Jill set her hand on the back of your head, not letting you leave the kiss-you don't care. You giggled and breathed in deeply as the two of you shared a gentle, warm kiss. You occasionally opened your eyes as you two shared smooches, you love staring at her.

A slight moan came out of you as Jill suddenly pulled you into her lap. You straddled her quickly and placed your hands on her face. Her soft skin made you melt. You smashed your lips against hers, melting at the feeling of it. In a way, you felt like a teenager all over again. If your mother or father catches you two, you're done for. It's like a little game and you'll be winning it alongside the love of your life; Jill. Jill licked your lower lip and you opened your mouth, giving her access to it. She slid her tongue into your mouth and both of you began to explore one anothers mouths.

Her hands were all over you. Your waist, back, thighs, face, everywhere! You didn't mind one bit. Each time your tongue slipped against hers, you felt the puddle in your panties only increase. You want her terribly, it's more than a want-you need her. "You taste so good." "I want to taste you." Jill teased, squeezing your ass through your leggings. You giggled and pulled away from the kiss and instead, going to her neck and leaving love bites and hickies all along it.

When you bit her neck playfully, you heard Jill let out a groan. It turned you on. She's so fucking hot. You licked all along her neck, then kissed down it. The entire time, her hands were on your waist, slowly moving you back and forth on her. "That's my girl." Jill whispered to you as you began to suckle on her neck. She smells amazing and it's making you literally feral for her but it's not only that, it's also how she looks and feels and how she is as a person. God, you're irrevocabulary in love with this woman.

The hickies and bites you left definitely showed and were everywhere. "Mmm, how am I supposed to go to work Monday." "You go and if anyone asks, you just say your sexy girlfriend marked what's hers." You joked, kissing her neck once more before bringing your lips back to hers.

"Wish I had my strap." You snorted at her words. "I wish as well but your tongue and fingers will do just fine." You laughed.

You began to slightly grind on her. The feeling always gets you so worked up, her as well. She held your waist as you moved on her. Through your leggings, you could feel your clit being ever so slightly rubbed on. You couldn't help but move yourself a bit faster. "Baby..." Jill panted, looking up at you with her doe like eyes. "Hmm?" "Ride my thigh." She sighed out, lifting you up off of her. "What?" You chuckled. "Please." Oh, she's desperate. "Ride your thigh?" "Yeah, don't make me feel dumb babe." "I'm not, I'm not! It's just not what I expected to hear." You smiled, kissing her head.

Taking your leggings off, Jill was impatient. She helped you out of them, then took of your panties. She grabbed them and took in their scent-her eyes rolling behind her head. She is crazy about you. She stuffed your panties into her pocket and chortled, helping you back onto her lap. "You're so wet." She gawked. "It's gonna get all over your jeans." "Does it look like I care?" Jill snorted, bring you down onto her thigh. "Not at all." You blushed, holding onto her shoulders.

She held onto your midriff. Her grip was firm but loving. She clearly wants this, badly. You rocked your hips on her thigh. Your wetness coated her jeans but it was hardly visible. It's nothing a wash and dry will fix. It felt good, you can't lie. You find yourself rolling your neck around and letting out little whimpers each time your cunt slide against her leg. Obviously, Jill couldn't help but gawk at you. She's just as obsessed as you are. She find you to be the prettiest woman in existence. She could do this all day.

"I want you to do this until you cum, okay lovely?" Jill hummed near your ear. She licked the outer part of your lobe, then slightly on the inside. This caused your pussy to tingle in desperate need for her. You grinded on her faster. You needed release sooner or later.

Jill gripped your chin and forced you to look at her. Your had a minor amount of tears in your eyes. This is common. You tend to feel way too much pleasure from Jill, it makes you tear up even. You kissed her, licking her lips then shoving your tongue into her warm, open mouth. She accepted you with grace. Her hands held your rear as you moved on her upper leg. You were in a trance. The pleasure was intense. Jill knew exactly how to kiss you, touch you & move you. She's a professional.

"You're so pretty." Jill huffed out. Leaning her head against your forehead, smiling blatantly. "I love you." You panted out. Your hands roamed through her hair, tugging on it as you grinded on her thigh at a faster, more rougher pace now. "I love you, pretty girl." Jill responded, holding you warmly against her. Jill cares a lot about your pleasure. She wants to ensure you cum before her, always. Seeing you cum, all because of her, is what makes her feel good. "You needed this, hm?" Jill taunted you, smirking and wrapping her hand around your throat; Her grip was rather light. "I did." You grunted, never removing your eyes from her face.

She chuckled and held onto your neck a bit tighter. "Are you close?" "Yeah." You moaned. You let her keep you like this. You let her use you and you would do it again, over & over. You love Jill, despite her also being a woman and you'll never let someone-even if that someone if your parent-tell you otherwise.

"Cum for me baby." Jill kissed you more gently now. She allowed you to finish in her arms. "Oh God." You whimpered, holding onto her as you released your fluids onto her leg. She snickered and patted your bum. Your orgasm was intense yet refreshing. You two haven't been able to do anything sexual in a good month or so, she's just so busy with work. "You've made a mess." She teased, kissing your cheek and looking down. "Sorry." You panted, hiding your head in the crook of her neck. "Are you gonna let me go unpleased?" "Never." You stated.

You pushed Jill back onto the bed. She moved up on it, resting her head among the many pillows layed neatly at the head of the bed. You smirked and gazed down upon her. She's breathtaking. Jill began to mess with the buttons on her jeans with haste, wanting them off ASAP. As she did that you maneuvered yourself on top of her, kissing her neck and nibbling on it too. She successfully pulled her pants down and kicked them off with a titter.

You went down to her collarbone, leaving wet, loving kisses all along it. Her breasts were perky too and visibly big through her tank top. "So sexy." You groped her tit, earning a whimper from her. "Take this off." You tugged on her shirt; She listened and removed it, along with her black, wired bra. You just stared. You are in absolute awe. Jill is fucking perfect and you'll never be able to get enough of her. You drink in the sight of her. "Lay back." You hummed to her.

Jill's back was pressed against the bed once again. You kissed slowly all the way down her body, starting at her breasts. As you kissed her right breast, you let your tongue slip against her nipple, causing her to lose her breath. You did the same exact thing to her left breast only this time you sucked on her boob for a little bit. Her hands went to your hair, playing with it as you fondled and suckled on her tits. "So good." You mumbled, looking up at her as you now kissed down her stomach.

Her breaths were moderate and heavy. It's clear she's nervous. You rarely are able to leave her speechless but right now, you are able to. The tip of your nose caressed down her flat, fit tummy. She couldn't detach her eyes from you, they're stuck. She doesn't mind at all, she could gaze at you for the rest of her life. "You smell amazing." You groaned, sniffing in her scent. The pheromones were making you mad. You're crazy about this woman. "I need you to eat me out." "I need to taste you." You replied to your desperate girlfriend.

It's crazy to you how one second Jill can be this dominant, in charge woman and then next, she's begging for you submissively. You suppose that's the perk of being with a switch.

Your hands pulled her underwear down and you placed them beside you on the bed. They were cute. Black lace with a miniscule red ribbon attached to them-how seductive. Her cunt was dripping, you mean, you can't make this up. She's so needy and so desperate for you as of right now. "What?" Jill sighed softly, noticing you staring at her pussy. "Just admiring you." You chuckled before finally delving into your meal.

You began to lap at her clit immediately. Jill's whimpers and moans pushed you onward. She tasted so sweet, as sweet as honey. You've missed this so fucking much. Her taste, her scent, her words, oh, all of it. Being without Jill has seriously taken a toll on you but now, you have her all to yourself.

Her wetness leaked all over your tounge. You slurrped it all up, practically dying by how good she tastes and feels. It was as if her pool of arousal was never ending and it was beyond attractive. "You taste so good." You praised her slightly, continuing to lick at her cunt. Jill moaned and as she did, her hands went to your hair. She played with it, tugged on it and ran her fingers through it, all the while you lapped at her.

"Baby, faster." She panted. You listened, why wouldn't you? Your tongue began to flick at her clit & folds much more swiftly. She took it like such a dirty girl. Even now, even after cumming, you can feel how wet you're becoming again. Her nub was pulsating from how much you've been playing at it. Your tongue was wet and soft and perfectly made just to eat her out. You couldn't think of a better way to end this prolonged evening.

Your hands held onto her thighs for stability. Occasionally, you'd pull away from her cunt to kiss and bite her thighs-which irritated her but at the same time only made her yearn for you more. She's been longing for this, and so have you. "I just wanna eat you all night." You grunted, moving back to her pussy and continuing to devour it. "Oh fuck." Jill moaned. Her hips began to buck and ride your face, this heavily indicated her orgasm is paving way through her stomach.

Your thumb covered her clit and you began to rub it whilst you dug your tongue between her pink, shaved folds. Jill was biting her lower lip so hard, it stung and was beginning to bleed. The last thing you need is for your mother & father to hear. Within just seconds of stroking her clit and eating between her flaps, she came, all over your pristine face.

As she came, you overstimulated her slightly. You didn't pull away nor did you stop rubbing her nub. "No more." Jill whined, pressing her thighs against your head. You snickered and pulled away, kissing her knee as you did. "That was great." You chuckled, plopping down beside her. "Yeah, yeah it was." Jill smiled, resting her head on your shoulder, the two of you remaining side by side.

You looked over at her. Your eyes locked with hers. "I'm sorry we have to hide this." You took her hand, kissing it gently. She expired deeply. "It's okay honey." She gazed at you.

Maybe you won't have to hide it much longer...

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Most of Freedom and Of Pleasure

Jake Seresin x OC (Cherry)

Hangman and Cherry have never been able to be in the same room as the other without nearly ripping each other's throats out. Hangman provides a solution that provides her a sense of freedom and pleasure that she begins to crave.

Warnings: Smut, P in V, degradation, hot pilots being delusional and horny

Word Count: 3.4k

Soph's Collection of Literature

A note: This is a nice little piece I made for @roosterforme's TopGun 80's Rocktober Challenge using Tears for Fears' Everybody Wants to Rule the World. The lovely divider was made by @animatedglittergraphics-n-more. I hope you enjoy <3

All of my writings will be added to my writing side blog @sophs-writing-nook

This is an 18+ fanfic, so minors scoot pls. You are responsible for the media you consume. Do not copy, plagiarize, repost, or translate this fic without my explicit permission as it is my own creation.

“God, you’re such a dick,”

You almost missed the way his lips curved into a smirk into the sensitive flesh of the column of your neck. Hands gripping into his shoulders as he sucked at your pulse, pushing your hips into the cold metal lockers behind you with a resonating bang, his broad hands digging into your Nomex clad waist enough to leave marks.

Time was not in your favor, and you could sense that the team had their suspicions about what Hangman and Cherry were doing while they weren’t trying to rip the other to shreds on the tarmac.

“I always did like you more when you were too busy takin' my cock to say your little bratty comments,” he growled into your throat.

You closed your eyes, trying to ignore the way his gravelly tone and filthy words made you want to clench your thighs around his lean waist.

A huff left your lips.

He was absolutely vexing.

His hands gripped harder into your hips, squeezing into the flesh of your ass, making you let out what could be best described as a repressed sigh.

And shameless and cocksure.

He harshly sucked at the flesh of your neck, sure to leave angry, deep purple marks in his wake, the act making you hiss.

A significant part of you had stopped caring to cover up the traces of your rendezvous; new ones would be there the following day or later in the week anyway.

And was absolutely filled to the brim with brazen confidence and a glaring disregard for others.

You had to bite into the soft, plump flesh of your lip to silence yourself as his mouth made you want to softly whimper.

Chewing him out only turned him on, and ignoring him just made him press harder into your nerves.

You couldn’t win with him. Maybe that was why you let yourself have this arrangement.

To see if you could win, and claim victory over the infamous Hangman that had women for miles lined up for a chance to warm his bed.

Because just like him, you craved victory.

His fingers frantically reached for your front zipper, pulling the dark green material down your body, exposing more and more flesh by the second to his ravenous mouth.

A sigh passed your lips as he fondled your breast, bringing your tank top down to expose your pebbled nipple to the cooler air of the locker room with a gasp, taking the sensitive flesh into his warm mouth with a deep growl.

You hated that he had this effect on you.

Not in a way that itched your skin, but in a way that made your insides swirl and buzz with…

A low whine pulled its way past your lips as he let the rough pads of his fingers run through your folds.

“Mhm, so wet, Cherry. This all f’me?”

His chest inflated with pride at the glare you shot him.

He watched with salacious eyes as he removed his fingers, “Come on, sweets, we both know ya don’t get this wet for just anyone.”

You watched as he let his tongue glide over his bottom lip, his gaze heavy on your flushed cheeks and glazed over eyes.

Agitation overcame you at the sight of him as he closed his eyes, humming at the taste of you on his fingers, trying to ignore how much you ne-wanted his touch again.

And trying to remember how much you hated it when he called you that little endearment with that irritating southern drawl of his.

Maybe this whole arrangement was to gain some freedom from this chase you both did with each other, to put your hatred for him to better use.

To have an outlet. Yeah that was it. An outlet. A reprieve from your hatred induced frustrations.

“Wouldn’t you like to know.”

His dry laugh made your insides burn and your nails dig into his shoulders just that much harder.

He nipped at your jaw as your nails dug harshly into the back of his neck.

The act made him growl into the column of your throat, the vibrations making you almost shiver.

“I already do, sweets. You wouldn’t keep coming back if it weren't the case.”

You scoffed.

“You’re insufferable.”

His lip quirked.

“And so god-damn frustrating.”

He hummed, his ego growing like his cock in the thin confines of his flight suit with each breathless word that passed sweet, no-faults-in-sight, perfect straight shooter Cherry’s lips.

“But I’m not wrong,” he replied, giving your neck a playful nip.

“I never said you were right, and don’t call me sweets,” you quipped back, trying to keep your voice steady as he sucked at your pulse point.

He chuckled against your skin, his breath hot against your skin, “always so feisty, Cherry,”

Your words died on your lips as his lips lathed at your chest, softly biting into your nipple. A soft sigh left your lips as he soothed your flesh with his frustratingly nimble tongue.

His touch almost made you miss him as he took a second to pull down his flight suit, his white undershirt clashing with his golden tan skin and clinging to his biceps. The imprint of his dog tags showing through his cotton shirt. Your eyes followed the path of the white fabric as he unveiled the sharp ridges and dips of hard muscle from his defined adonis belt, to his marble carved abs that seemed to go on for days, to his pectorals and thick, broad shoulders.

"We don't have all day, Bagman," you said, voice lacking the authority you hoped it would still have.

His muffled dry laugh made your jaw clench and stomach flip.

Your voice couldn't have sounded that desperate, could it?

His lip quirked, revealing pearly white teeth.

"Didn't realize you were in a rush, got a hot date later?"

Your eyes narrowed, his teasing smile grating on your nerves.

"As a matter of fact, I do," you managed to say without your voice sounding too breathless or shaky.

His eyes narrowed for only a millisecond.

A flash of something you've never seen before.

In his eyes, at least.

But as soon as it appeared, it was gone.

"Mhm," he bit the inside of his cheek, leaning down to kiss at your neck, coming up to your tender ear lobe, giving the soft flesh a delicate bite that had a hitched breath leaving your parted lips.

You hated how well versed he was in the subtle language of your body.

He firmly squeezed your hips in his broad hands, his fingers sneaking under the fabric of your bunched up flight suit to your ass.

You almost shivered at his warm breath settling against your ear.

"Does he know he's gonna be getting sloppy seconds?"

A scoff passed your lips, "I don't see how that's of any concern to you."

He hissed as your nails dug harder into the back of his neck.

"We both know you don't date. That's why this works so well, "he said dryly as he kissed at your neck, slowly pulling the Nomex material below your waist, your legs moving at their own accord to step out of the sleeves.

He had a point. An annoying and frustrating point.

"It's the first date anyway," you replied, choosing to ignore the evident vibrations of the chord he just struck through your chest.

He let his jade, evergreen eyes settle on you.

Those same eyes that could read you like a book he's read a hundred times over.

His lip quirked, eyebrows scrunching in amusement.

"That's really romantic, Cherry, really. Showing up with another man's cum dripping down your thighs as he sweats himself on the first date."

Your mouth dried up, utterly speechless at the words he said with that trademark Hangman confidence.

Your eyes narrowed, eyebrows softly pinching together.

A smirk grew on his lips that made you want to slap him, or pull his lips towards yours.

You couldn't decide.

He kept his heated, lust-bright gaze on yours as he trailed his calloused fingers in between the material of your panties and your soft, supple skin, relishing in the feel of gooseflesh he left in his wake.

You watched as let his gaze shift downwards, clicking his tongue.

"Cherry, you shouldn't have... you wore my favorite pair just for me?"

You bit your lip as he continued to toy with the soft, blush pink material of your undergarment.

That same full-of-himself smirk that you hated curved his lips.

But do you know what you hated more?

The fact that you couldn't help but feel like some part of you purposely decided to wear the pair, and not because you purely wanted to, but because there was a part of you that wanted to wear them just for him.

He gently rolled them down your thighs, letting you step out of them.

He let his hand drift under the back of your thigh to behind your knee, grasping your leg and lifting it to bend at his hip before snatching the pair of pink panties that hung off your ankle.

Your eyes followed his hand as he bunched the material between his dexterous fingers.

"Excuse me, I'd like those back," you snipped.

His lip quirked.

"If you're good, I'll consider it, sweets."

You huffed, glaring at the smirk and subsequent wink he sent you.

Your glare worsened as he brought the material to his nose, taking a deep inhale, a deep sigh of satisfaction leaving his lips, doing your damnedest to ignore the soft throbbing of your clit at the sight, and to suppress the whine that threatened to bubble up in your throat.

"Always smell so sweet, Cherry, like a perfect, little cherry pie." He murmured as he placed the debauched material into the pocket of his flight suit.

"You're disgusting and don't call me sweets," you gritted back, raising your voice with a snarl that Jake knew was all bark and no bite.

At least with him.

He gave that salacious smile that always made you want to slap him. Or kiss him. Or knock his perfect teeth out. Or fuck him. Or grab him by his hair and-

Your jaw tensed, nostrils flaring.

His smile widened, evidently proud of the rouse of emotion he pulled from you.

You were too much fun to tease.

"Shhh,” you could have sworn that you saw red the moment the condescending noise left his lips, “someone's gonna hear ya if you keep that up, and ya wouldn't want someone to see just how well I can get along with ya, right Cherry? Make ya make such sweet, absolutely sinful sounds f’me?”

Heat rose to your cheeks, much to your unending irritation with the visceral response this man managed to pull out of you each time he had you.

Whether it was the Hard Deck bathroom during the saturday night rush, that one time at the beach long after Bob Floyd’s birthday celebration, or on the other side of Admiral Simpson’s white fence during the Fourth of July BBQ that past summer.

A chuckle broke free from his chest as you laid a smack to his thick pectoral, eyes still sharp and full of what could be described as a cauldron of hate and lust to anyone else who had the misfortune of interrupting their, what could be described as, animalistic rutting.

He pulled down his flight suit to settle down to the tiled floor with a small thump, his body only clad in his signature pair of Calvin Klein briefs.

That was another thing you hated about him; he looked good in anything.

It pained you to say that he could easily have become a model if the Navy hadn't worked out.

Your nails dug into his shoulders before softly tracing down his body, over each ridge, each chord, each plane of muscle and bulging vein that made you salivate more than you would care to admit.

He pulled his briefs down, letting his thick cock that always forced you to take a minute to adjust to sprung up against his adonis belt with a soft tap.

A soft sigh passed your lips as he gently traced at the embarrassingly soaked folds of your cunt with the pads of his fingers.

Jake "Hangman" Seresin would never admit it, but he was disappointed he didn't have the time to taste you, to savor what he would describe as the intoxicating taste of candied cherries that dribbled down your flushed folds like a sweet nectar.

Sweet nectar from a poisonous, intolerable, type-A personality fruit.

He hated that he wanted to quirk his lip at the birthmark just above your soft, sensitive little clit. To hear that sweet sinful sound he, disappointedly, hadn't been able to find in anyone else when he fucked you with his tongue.

A soft puff of breath passed your lips as he lined up the angry, red bulbous head at your flushed cunt. Grunting as his sensitive head met your drenched folds.

His entrancing eyes hurriedly met yours.

You feverishly nodded.

Jake pushed his length into the delicious inferno of your tight, little pussy.

Your breath felt like cement in your lungs as he let his full, long, thick length accommodate itself into your welcoming heat.

He let his head fall to the crook in her shoulder, her nails still gripping into the thick cords of muscle of his shoulders, trying to ground yourself.

"Jesus, Cherry,” he murmured.

God, the way his voice graveled out praise was the most unfortunate consequence of this arrangement that still affected you hours after your trysts.

His cock seemed to push any capability of forming coherent sentences out of your body.

All that passed your lips were sharp intakes of breath and low mewls that left your throat without your consent.

He gave an experimental thrust into your heat, letting your soft sighs of pleasure meet his ears as you adjusted to his length.

Your breath hitched as he brought your other leg around his waist, his biceps bulging with the effort of thrusting into you against the smooth, metal locker doors.

"More."

"Come on, sweets, you can do better than that."

He smirked at your breathless tone.

If his cock didn’t feel like the only thing you needed at the moment to live, you would have told him to go fuck himself.

You laid your head back against the dark gray metal surface, eyes meeting his fiery, lush, emerald gaze, voice frozen in your throat, lips parted.

He manhandled your legs, forcing them to cross around his waist, gripping your waist in his broad hand in a borderline painful grip.

His other hand brought up to grip at the sides of your throat. A low moan came from your lips that had him smirking deviously and your cheeks turning red, utterly at the mercy of him and his thick cock that was rubbing deliciously at that spot he always found with maddening accuracy.

“Please, more,”

Those two words made you cringe with embarrassment, unable to stop the small whimper that passed your bite swollen lips.

His salacious chuckle met your ears, making your cheeks burn brighter.

“God, I can never get used to you like this… so needy and desperate. You become such a sweet girl when I get my dick in ya. Haven’t even started yet, and you're already babbling like a cock-drunk little slut.”

All you could do was part your lips and muster enough composure to utter two simple words.

“F-fuck you,”

His eyebrows rose in pleasant surprise, leaning his head towards your ear. The scent of bergamot and cedar wood filling your senses.

“You already are, sweets,” he growled, sharply thrusting into your sopping wet cunt.

Your gasp and tightening of your grip into his shoulder and hand that settled at your neck had him throbbing against your velvet walls that oh so begged him to never leave.

“Fuck, Cherry, I bet you don’t even hate me,” he panted, “not,” thrust, “even,” thrust, “a little,” thrust, “bit.”

Your cries of pleasure spilled from your lips and into the empty on base locker room, fingernails gripping and scratching into him almost enough to draw blood.

He gripped your throat just a bit harder, enough to have your eyes rolling back, wanton moans pouring from your lips as he pistoned his hips into your cunt.

He yanked your neck closer to his. Close enough to see the small specks of hazel in his almost unending green eyes. And the kink in his nose he got when he broke it back at the Naval Academy. And to smell the potent scent of you on his breath.

“I think you just need someone who can fuck you like this. Treat you like a slut and fuck your tight, little hole. Just like you need.” He gritted out, continuing to pound up into your dripping heat that dribbled your arousal to the tile floor below.

You couldn’t help the labored pants of breath as you nodded feverishly, your consciousness shutting down and your own body taking over.

He let out a dark chuckle with a carnal grin, his abdomen feeling tight as his balls slapped against the underside of your ass, his release building.

“God, you’re fucking adorable for thinking anyone else could fuck you like this,” he snarled.

Your high pitched whines and obscene moans had him gripping you that much tighter and chasing your high.

“Oh, fuck, please!”

He could feel the sweat building at his forehead and chest as he pistoned his hips into your pretty pink, flushed, little pussy.

He ne-wanted you to come first. His ego demanded it. Demanded that he bend you to his will.

His spine tingled at the feeling of your walls spasming around his dick at his brutal pace.

You shuddered at the feeling of his mouth near the soft cartilage of your ear, breathing caught in your throat.

“Please what, sweets? Use your words.” he growled.

“Please, Please… make me cum.”

A deep chested groan rumbled through his throat at your pathetic whine, “fuck, I’ll make you cum, sweets, I’ll make you cum,” he growled.

Your body was wracked by tremors as he thrusted, channeling each ounce of strength in his body into pummeling your flushed cunt.

He watched as your eyes clenched shut, eyebrows pinching together as your feather soft lips parted into a strangled moan that was much louder than the previous ones.

In a split second, he crashed his lips to yours, swallowing each sound of pleasure that escaped your body as he finally felt your walls choke his cock for all he was worth. Your breath mixed with his as your chest heaved, his hips still pistoning into your no doubt raw cunt.

Oversensitivity wracked your body, making you cry out as his chest heaved and lips swallowed each cry and moan. Stars and galaxies flashed before your eyes as he kept his grip on your throat, chasing his high as your second one consumed you.

You could feel with each thrust, how his cock throbbed against your slick, sensitive walls.

“Jesus fucking christ,” he grunted out, a gut punch groan resonating against the locker walls that encased you both.

Your clit tingled at the feeling of his release painting your walls, squirming with each soft impact they landed against your delicate cervix.

His head fell down to your shoulder as his chest heaved, breathing heavy.

You felt as though your head was spinning as your breathing evened out, absentmindedly running your fingers along the pebbled chain of the dog tags that settled between his pecs on a soft bed of sparse, golden chest hair and freckles sparingly scattered across his chest.

Your fingers paused, retracting them to hold onto his shoulder as his breathing settled.

This arrangement was meant to get you both the most of freedom and of pleasure.

Nothing more and nothing less.

He placed a kiss along your neck. His soft touch almost made you sigh.

Almost.

You let out a soft breath, eyes fluttering shut, basking in the moment of feeling him still inside you. His softening cock letting his release dribble around the seams of where his cock perfectly encased itself between your folds.

His head rose up to meet your face, cheeks flushed and sensuous evergreen eyes that seemed to glow with a post high gaze.

“Meet same time tomorrow?”

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no-ditches-no-bitches · 3 months ago

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☆BITCH YAPPIN!!☆

☆— ”NAMES DITCH-!! Or well. Most of the time, anyway.”

☆— “anyways- uhhh yap, talk- insult. Whatever. Flirt? Not too much. Not like anyone would but eh.”

☆HEADCANONS AND INFO☆

(MOSTLY NON-CANON)

☆— “Mhm. 17…height? Cmon, do we really need that information? (5’3)”

☆— “hobbies? Sleepin’, pestering other people, being a general menace..oh. And drinkin’. Smokin’ too but, ya know.”

☆— “…dogs are great. Definitely my favourite and not any other animal. (Unicorns…)”

☆— “yeah, yeah. I like men too. That such a crime? Don’t get me wrong, women are HOT. But some guys are cute too. Cmon.” ☆— “…long time relationships, am I right? Ha! What a joke. So mic commitment! How can people even do that?”

☆— “masculine. Teehee.”

☆DNI☆

☆— “alright. Let’s make a couple things clear here, yeah? Ahem.”

☆— “Don’t be too hard on the dirty jokes. Nothin’ too..uh- “creative”, if you will.”

☆— “oh and if your just a freak in general. Like, shippin’ problem shit and yadda yadda. Get the fuck out. Disrespectfully<3”

☆— “and one more thing- take it down on the drug jokes, yeah? I know it hasn’t been an issue on this blog ever but just. No. Nothin’ too crazy, alright?”

☆— “oh right- and Uhm. Don’t send asks multiple times. Mod is a real person and does have a life (sort of). So he may not always be online. And please, don’t force or harass anyone. ‘Sides me, I guess.”

((HEY, HEY, HEY!! Owner and lovely (not) mod of this here ramshackle blog!! Stinky man..oh how the fandom hates him<3))

((But ahem- anyways!! Hello, hi- I’m Mike!/jj!! Or Micheal, mikey, dumbass- all of thee above! But Anywhizzle(/ref) I’m here to adress some more rules and such!))

((Okay so first of all, mod IS a minor. And technically, so is character (hence the headcanon). So please, nothing sexual or nsfw based towards the two. It’s just- weird, for one. And makes me extremely uncomfortable.))

((Second of all- there might be a few triggering topics on this blog. Suck as smoking, drinking, etc etc. if that makes you uncomfortable, I suggest you click off))

((And last of all- I don’t wanna see any of you proshippers, pedos, zoo, yadda yadda all you problematic asses. We don’t welcome that shit here))

((Anyways!! I hope you have fun torturing the fuck of out this tiny gremlin man- and have fun with it!! Oh-!! Also feel free to rp and cause utter chaos towards him. Like- for example, transforming him into a cat!! But I would avoid saying “turns ditch into a women” bc this version of ditch is transgender!))

((ANWAYS!! No one’s probably gonna read this far but, enjoy this blog!!))

— Mod Mike/jj

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joshfuckingkiszka · 1 year ago

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𝔇𝔯𝔢𝔰𝔰 - 𝔍𝔗𝔎

jtk x f!reader

I love this song SO much UGH

warnings: alcohol usage, mentions of fwb situation, hickeys, lil angst

THIS BLOG IS 18+ MINORS DNI

taylor's version masterpost

reputation masterpost

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Our secret moments in your crowded room They got no idea about me and you

Even though your own gaze had found purchase on the chip in your big toe’s nail polish through your open toed heels, another’s scorched your cheek. His stare was reminiscent of the ones he gave you in the bedroom, and you blushed at the thought. In his deep brown eyes, lay memories of the previous night, which could be found in the left side of your bed, where his shape had stayed because you couldn’t find it in yourself to make it and destroy whatever he had left.

You found that if you stared for too long, the craving for him would become abhorrently intense. By the smirk on his gorgeous face, you knew that he could see how shaky your champagne-filled hand and your deep breaths had become.

In your attempt to make it seem like you weren’t staring for too long - don’t attract too much attention - you realized you had lost him in the crowd. That being, before his long finger was tapping you on the shoulder and for a second, your heart stopped. The fear did not cause the abnormal beat, but his presence did, and everything seemed to halt in that moment.

Say my name and everything just stops I don't want you like a best friend

“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” You rolled your eyes at his saccharine tone.

Caving in, you answered, “I would be more if there weren’t … such a crowd.” Subtle.

“I can see how that would bother you.”

When he offered no explanation, you countered, “How so?”

“Well those bruises peeking out from under all that makeup on your chest looks like they hurt.” You blushed, covering what only he knew was there.

“I told you not to be so … obvious with your … affection,” you lightly scolded him, even though you had practically begged him for them. The same way you would probably beg him later on.

He hummed as a first response, pausing then asking, “New dress?”

“Mhm.” You took a sip of your champagne, your head swimming despite how little you had drunk. “New other things too.”

He couldn’t even reply before Josh was pulling him away, apologizing but insisting his presence was required. You scoffed when you saw Jake clearly playing wingman for Josh, some girl hanging off of his arm, and you downed your drink, heading for another.

At the end of the night, Jake ended up at your apartment once more. The tipsiness was affecting both of you but your drunken kissing was so much more intoxicating.

Everyone thinks that they know us But they know nothing about

“You’re all mine, you know that?” It wasn’t in the normal dominating tone he donned in the bedroom. There was a softness to him in that moment, and he caressed your jaw as he spoke and even after.

You looked at him in earnest, wondering how anyone could ever deserve him. “I know Jakey.”

“I don’t think you do.” He smiled and went back in for another sparkling kiss. He was yours but Jake Kiszka belonged to everyone around him: his brothers, his friends, his fans.

You needed him like you needed the air around you to fill your lungs, and some part of you hoped he needed you in the same way. It was a selfish thought, of course, but you had given up the most needed parts of yourself to him. Your affection was his, your hope was his, your heart, well, I think you know.

When your “relationship,” or whatever it was, first started, you had the generic friends-with-benefits rules: no mouth kissing, no staying the night, no feelings etc. However, as time passed, the rules felt arbitrary, and you had both come to ignore them no matter the personal cost. Jake loved the taste of your lips after a night out with your friends. You loved curling up next to him, and, even more, waking up with him. The feelings were there, yet unspoken. The last rite of passage before it became an official relationship, and neither of you were sure when to take that step. You needed him to confirm what you already held as fact. So much that you were willing to almost ruin it.

Carve your name into my bedpost 'Cause I don't want you like a best friend

“Danny asked me out.” He was silent, and you watched his eyes harden.

“Well,” he cleared his throat, “what did you say?” You scoffed.

He could be so dumb when he wanted to be. “Of course, I said no.” Like it was the most obvious thing in the world, and it was.

“Why?” The obvious answer would be that you loved Jake, but that wasn’t even the obvious question. Jake wasn’t asking why you turned his friend down, he was asking why you told him. Truthfully, you weren’t really sure.

Your throat tightened a bit as you spoke, “I just wanted you to know.”

“Know what, exactly?” He asked with a hum and a sharp inquiry of your name.

“I-I don’t know, know that he asked. Know that other people are interested. Know that I feel like I’m losing every sense of self the longer I tell myself that one day you’ll man up and tell me that you love me so I don’t have to keep telling myself!”

Even in my worst lies You saw the truth in me

He softened. “I never meant for that to happen, baby.” Tears had nearly breached the edge of your eye and you wanted them to, to make him feel worse, to know that he made you cry.

“I don’t want to keep pretending that our relationship is strictly professional, or god, friendly! If it’s a conflict of interest, I-I’ll fucking resign and find something else, but I don’t want to find anyone else to share my heart with, Jacob, I can’t.” I already gave it all to you - went unspoken.

“Okay,” he spoke calmly as he reached to hold you in his embrace, and you welcomed him.

“I’m not good at coming up with words on the spot, but I want you to know that every fiber of my being belongs to you, that my soul is yours to keep and cherish for as long as you want. I love you.”

Only bought this dress so you could take it off

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