#needy boyfriend era

[liillyliilly]

Anything For You

nishinoya yuu x reader words; 1309 synopsis; he'll do anything for her, it's as simple as that

Second hand embarrassment would surely be the death of her. Had it not been for Yachi and Yamaguchi being there with her, she might have just melted into the ground. Standing on top of a lunch table was Nishinoya Yuu, and he was singing, no, more like serenading her.

With burning ears and a pit growing in her stomach she tried to urge Nishinoya down from the table.

“Yuu, please get down from there.” She rapidly and repeatedly motioned her arms to the ground next to her, but Nishinoya just shrugged, smiling brightly at her as he took a deep breath and practically screamed the lyrics of the song.

“I love you baby, and if it's quite all right, I need you baby, to warm the lonely nights.” His singing voice wasn’t half bad, it was just that his dancing and singing on top of the table warranted a lot of undesired attention for her. Trying to make herself seem smaller, she crossed an arm over her chest and tugged on her earlobe with her other hand.

Eventually he got down from the table once he had finished singing, the students in the courtyard clapping and whistling for him while he gave numerous and boisterous bows to accept the praise. She tugged on his hand, the action asking him to sit down at the table.

“Did ya like the song?” Nishinoya put his face up close to hers, once she gave him a small peck on the lips he nodded and straightened up his back in satisfaction. He slipped his fingers in between hers and began eating his lunch with one hand, not wanting to let go of her grasp.

“It was a very nice song Yuu.” In response to the words Nishinoya brought her interlocked hands to his lips and he pressed a kiss to the back of her hand.

Nishinoya felt pride swell within his chest, the joy of both making her flustered and happy with his energetic performance seemed to be the cause of his sudden burst of confidence. The rest of the day running by without any problems, people seeming to forget Nishinoya’s effort to make her flustered.

Once she had gotten situated at Nishinoya’s house, sipping on her mug of hot chocolate, he felt the urge to sing again. Much quieter this time. His head resting in her lap, scratching and playing with his hair softly while the TV mindlessly hummed by.

“I love you baby, and if it's quite alright,” He lets out a yawn before pulling a blanket over his body a little bit more, continuing his mumbled singing in his tired state, “I need you baby to warm the lonely nights.”

“I love you Yuu.” She leaned down and kissed his temple and he grinned before rubbing his face into her thighs a little bit more.

No one quite understood Nishinoya and his girlfriend, an amazingly talented 3rd year volleyball player with his side character girlfriend. Nishinoya never made her feel like a side character though. With all the side quests he takes her on, she feels like the main character in her life.

The theme park date probably wasn't even in the top ten best dates she and Nishinoya had gone on. And she raved about that one for at least a month. However, sometimes, his drive surpassed her's when it came to unique and life altering experiences.

Really though, sometimes, his energy was just too high for her.

Nishinoya really liked having a girlfriend. He especially liked all the benefits that came with having a girlfriend.

He had someone to pour his love and attention onto. But at times he found it difficult to give her just his attention, instead of his teasing. In hindsight, she really should have told Nishinoya what was acceptable for him to do in public. One of his favorite things to do was to nibble and bite down on her neck and ears. Especially when she was just casually talking to her friends.

It was the Friday before a short break from school, but she was busy chatting with her fellow club members. Nishinoya had finished volleyball practice over an hour ago, but his girlfriend was still talking. He admired her ability to keep a conversation going, but he really wanted to go back to her house to finish their show. It was the finale episode and he had to know if the main character would finally kiss the love interest.

Nishinoya walked up behind her and wrapped her up into him, resting his hands on her hips and gripping them slightly.

“Hey.” He mumbled into her ear, before starting his attack. Starting at her ear he started to toy with her earlobe by biting down on it softly with his teeth. Y/n’s friends had stopped talking and had started to slowly back away. But she kept talking so they felt obligated to stay, even though she was getting visibly flustered. After getting bored with her ear, Nishinoya started peppering kisses all along her neck.

When he started to lick her neck, Y/n waved goodbye to her friends. Nishinoya muttered a ‘finally’ under his breath as he kept biting and licking over the expanse of her neck and shoulder. Turning her around to hug her better and have her pressed against him, Nishinoya slowly backed up against a wall. Unsatisfied, he spun them around so she was against the wall.

“Yuu!” She pushed him away lightly, he still kept digging his hands onto her hips. He rolled his eyes before slipping his hands to the small of her back.

“What?” He brought one hand up to pinch her cheek and then hold onto the side of her face. His pinkie finger tracing her jawline.

“You can't do that in public.” She whined. Nishinoya knows she wouldn’t have lasted much longer as soon as he started to run his tongue along her neck, wanting her to bid her friends a goodbye so he could better access her mouth.

“Do what exactly?” Nishinoya tugged her back into him before talking into her ear, “What did I do that was so wrong?”

At this point, Nishinoya completely forgot their show, this was a much more entertaining episode in his own life than the fake lives on the television.

She felt her whole body heat up. Her mouth gaping as she tried to come up with a retort. “You, well, you, I was trying to, well, you kissed me!” She stuttered.

“Like this?” Nishinoya rubbed his nose against her neck before moving up to softly kiss her face, evenly spreading them across her cheeks and forehead. “Or like this?” He sunk his teeth onto her shoulder, licking and drawing his teeth across any open space.

“Neither of those Noya.” She held back a grin as she ran her hand through his hair, the gelled down strands somehow breaking out of their gel cage and becoming soft. Nishinoya licked his lips before he went to bite down on her bottom lip. Tugging it lightly and looking at her with his big brown eyes, she opened her mouth to grant him access.

“Thank you.” He whispered before slanting his lips over hers. He sneaked his tongue into her mouth and ran it along the slick inner lining of her cheek. He had to stop kissing her so he would smile against her lips. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too, now please Yuu, keep kissing me.” She impatiently rushed the words out, trying to get him to hurry up. She put both of her hands into his hair and yanked it backwards to mess with him. The action causing Nishinoya to hiss, the air pressed tightly out between his teeth.

“Anything for you.” He pulled her shirt so she bumped into him. “Anything.”

[yellowloid]

at some point during the eycte tour alex definitely asked miles if he'd still love him if he was a worm and then acted all sad offended and dramatic when miles had the audacity (!!!!) to laugh

[featherdixon]

shameless

second part of taste.

shane walsh x reader / rick grimes x reader

summary: after spending the day together in the car, rick doesn't even glance at you. until you're in your tent with shane.

warnings: farm!era, reader is shane's gf, size kink, age gap (reader is 20, rick and shane are in his late 30s), p in v, unprotected sex, rough sex, riding, humiliation kink, voyeur, cheating, masturbation, cum play, dom!shane, rude!rick.

pet names: slut and bitch.

divider by @/phaea

The days at the camp were tough after what happened in the car. Rick hardly looked at you or spoke to you. He always found someone else to talk through or acted like he didn’t care. It was both frustrating and upsetting. You thought he had enjoyed what happened, but maybe you were wrong.

You decided to talk to him and picked a moment when when you both were serving yourselves food.

“Why are you avoiding me?” you asked, laughing lightly to hide your irritation.

Rick shrugged and served himself some soup.

“I’m not avoiding you. I just don’t have anything to say,” he replied, his tone controlled. You reached out and touched his wrist, making him look at you.

You saw the hint of guilt in his eyes, which tensed your body. You swallowed and let go of his wrist.

“It’s no big deal,” he murmured, his gaze lingering on your pink, tempting lips.

“It’s no big deal,” you repeated with a smile.

“But you can always come to my tent,” you added, feeling his eyes on your dress—a bit impractical for the apocalypse but perfect for stirring up dirty thoughts.

“You have a boyfriend,” he reminded you, and you looked at him.

You laughed and served yourself a bowl of soup.

“Such a shame, right?” you whispered, then walked away.

You could feel your panties were so wet you had to press your legs together.

You crawled over to him and wrapped your arms around him. He shuddered when your body moved against his. You sat in his lap and breathed in the scent of sweat mixed with his natural smell on his skin. Your ass rested on his thighs. Then, his hands grabbed your waist and even scratched it, he was always so rough with you. He hugged you and his heavy breathing fanned down your back. He kissed you hard and possessively, sinking his fingers into your hair and rocking his pelvis against yours. You moaned when you felt him. You touched your own lips, feeling them turn red and messy.

“My little slut to ruin,” Yes, you were. His voice was deep and slightly raspy as he let out a throaty chuckle. “You’re gonna be so fucked up after I'm done with you.”

He lay back down on the ground while you looked at him. His dark eyes were gorgeous, and his nose made you want to kiss it.

His dick was huge, but you were going to make it fit in your little pussy. You aligned the tip of his cock with your entrance, and he broke the wait by thrusting into you.

He fucked you like he hated you—his thrusts were messy and rough. He pushed his cock all the way in, pulled it out, and shoved it back in without hesitation. He didn’t give you time to adjust to his size. He slapped your pussy with his hardening dick, and you moaned loudly.

He was destroying you, and yet you were unable to think about your boyfriend.

You were thinking about Rick and his fingers.

You couldn’t stop thinking about him—his eyes, his wet lips, the way he touched you...

Wait.

Oh.

Rick was watching you.

For a moment, your spine stiffened, and your muscles tensed in surprise. But it was very brief.

Your boyfriend had left the tent open, and everyone could clearly see how you were riding him like a needy slut. Suddenly, there was no air in the tent. Rick was watching you, and his gaze had stolen the breath right out of your lungs. You looked at him, and his body was tense. His chest was heaving, and his eyes were focused on Shane’s dick tearing you apart. Your ass was slapping against your boyfriend’s thighs, an it was making a wet and lewd noise.

He gripped the back of your neck, spun you around, and slammed his lips against yours. When his tongue tangled with yours, he made a low noise in the back of his throat.

“Keep your eyes on me, ungrateful bitch,” he growled, and your pussy was soaked. He was giving you so much pleasure, and you couldn’t stop looking at Rick.

You took control and began to move your hips, feeling his cock sliding inside you. Your boyfriend threw his head back and closed his eyes. You seized the opportunity to look at Rick, who had pulled out his cock. When his length sprang free of his clothes, a loud moan tore through your throat. He was as thick as Shane’s.

Your gaze locked onto it, deepening into a look of pure want. Rick began to touch himself, jerking off as he watched you both.

Shane reached down and grabbed your jaw, brushing his thumb across it.

He was filling your aching core over and over. His stamina had always been what made you fall in love with him. Your whimpers didn’t make him stop; if anything, he grew rougher.

When you knew Shane was about to cum, you turned around with him still inside you and gave Rick an explicit show. Your tits bounced as you rode him faster. You saw Rick keep moving his hand around his tip, which meant he was going to cum soon. You opened your lips as if you were going to taste him, and watched as he spilled his cum on his own hand.

Shane came inside you, and you moaned his name as you looked up at Rick.

You pulled Shane's cock out of your pussy, used his hot cum as lubricant, and began to rub your clit. It didn’t take long for you to cum.

Rick couldn’t stop looking at you, even for a brief second. He was hypnotized.

He was yours. But you were Shane’s girlfriend.

[thema-nr-2]

tied - B.K

✮ synopsis - bill's cutecore style!reader girlfriend ties him up with a bow!!!! silly!!!!

✮ genre - smut

✮ word count - 2.3k

✮ content warning - NOT ERA SPECIFIC! nsfw, sub!bill, dom!fem!reader, riding, p in v, slight degredation, praise, bill is an atention WHOOORE, aftercare, bondage, let me know if i missed anything

✮ a/n - woah another sub bill fic, shocking? shocking? shocking news anyone?

Bill thought you were the cutest thing on planet Earth. How you would come off so shy and innocent, but once he got to know you, you were bubbly and always excitedly talking about something. And innocent? Boy was he wrong. He loved how you were practically the exact opposite of him. Though he’d never wear it himself, he always appreciated your sense of fashion and thought it was amazing. 

Lately Bill had been in desperate need of attention from you. He’d wrap his arms around your waist from behind, ever so slightly pressing his hard on against your hand, he’d constantly try to talk to you while you were busy, jerk off while he knew you were home so you would come check in on him, and he’d even stop talking to you so you’d KNOW something was wrong. (he never shuts up). But despite all this, nothing could distract you enough. The poor boy just wanted to be taken care of, but nothing he did impressed you. But it wasn’t your fault you were so busy! You had a job to do, papers to write, things to take care of. He needed to learn how to deal with not getting attention 24/7 without being a total needy brat. 

You had just finished up some work you had been doing for the last couple of hours. You figured it would be a good time to finally spend some time with Bill, maybe give him what he so desperately craved. As you walked up the stairs, you could hear the faint sound of groaning coming from behind the door. You smirked to yourself, thinking you knew exactly what he was doing. But to your surprise, you opened the door not to find your boyfriend pleasuring himself, but sitting on the ground in frustration. You peered over to see what he was doing. 

“Bill?” You asked, a small giggle escaping.

“Oh, hi schatz.” He replied, his tone sounding uninterested and focused.

You took a step closer to see what he was so worked up over, surprised that he wasn’t practically jumping up and down to see you. You finally noticed what he was fidgeting with. He was holding one of your pink ribbons that you use to tie your hair up, or that you sew onto your clothes. He was trying his absolute best (while failing miserably) to tie it into the perfect bow. Your heart melted at the sight of him trying to impress you. 

“Bill, what are you doing with that?” 

“I’m trying to tie it into one of those cute little bows you always wear… I was going to show you..” He said, his gaze still not shifting from what he was doing.

“Why?”

“Because… because I wanted to impress you. But this stupid thing won’t tie correctly.” He let out a huff of irritation, his messy hair falling in front of his face. His posture was slouched as he had clearly been doing this for a while. How hard was it?

You chuckled at his failed attempts. “Billy you’re doing it all wrong, let me show you.” You sat down on the floor in front of him, brushing his hair out of his face gently. You grab his chin, turning his face towards your hands. You took the ribbon from him and tied it quickly and effortlessly. You placed on your head and giggled. His jaw dropped at your ease and flawless tying skills. “How did you do that so fast?” “Practice, Bill, practice.” You smirked. “I’ll show you again. It’s easier when you’re tying it around something. I used to practice on people’s hair.”

“Well you’re not putting that thing in my hair.” He pulled his face back, twisting it in mock disgust. 

You let out a giggle, knowing he wasn’t really joking. You pondered for a minute until a thought struck you. “Here, put your wrists out in front of you.” You requested.

Bill’s eyebrows raise and he cocks his head to the side. “Both of them?” He asks, his voice laced with confusion.

“Yes, Bill. Both of them.” Bill complied. You quickly untied the ribbon and wrapped it around his bare, pale wrists. Step by step, you tied the ribbon around until it was in a perfect bow. “Did that make more sense?” You asked. 

“Uh, yeah, I think so…” Bill said, his mind clearly wandering. He shifted his gaze down at his wrists, at the beautiful piece of lacey, pink, ribbon tied tightly around his wrists. He got lost in his thoughts. His dirty mind taking over as memories of you handcuffing him, tying him up, came back. He missed your touch. It had been what felt like ages, years even, and this was already enough to drive him crazy. Oh how the poor boy wished you would just have your way with him right then and there. Take advantage of his restrained hands and ride him till he couldn’t cum anymore. “Are you focusing, darling?”

Bill snapped back into reality, being torn from his thoughts. “Oh, sorry, I was just… thinking.” He responds, his voice barely above a mumble.

“About?” You prompt, knowing your plan was already working.

“Not much.” At this point, you could practically see his thoughts. Bill’s face got red with embarrassment “This bow is certainly cute..” He continued, clearly trying to change the subject.

“It’s very cute! And it looks adorable tied perfectly around your wrists, doesn’t it, Bill?”

He swallowed nervously, realising you were just trying to tease him, get him flustered. “Mhm..”

You shifted closer to him, crawling into his lap and meeting his gaze. The red tint spread across his face got darker as he avoided eye contact with you. “Why are you so flustered, Bill? I haven’t done anything. We haven’t done anything.”

“Y/N…” He breathed out shakily.

“Tell me what you’re thinking about.” 

“You. I’m thinking about you.”

“Well duh, silly! What about me?” You knew. You knew him all too well. All his kinks, turn ons, every dirty thought he could have, you knew it like the back of your hand. But nothing felt better than hearing him admit to what that foul little mind of his was imagining. 

Bill bit his lip, finally speaking up. “Thinking about you on top of me… and this stupid bow restraining me…” He finally admitted.

You gave him a warm smile. “Oh? You pervert!” 

“Don’t give me that. You knew what you were doing.”

You shrugged it off as you placed your hands on his chest, pushing him down onto his back. You straddled his thighs, leaning over to pin his bound wrists above his head, moving your other hand down his stomach. “Do you want me, liebe?”

Bill’s head leaned back onto the hard floor. He tried looking at you, but your playful smirk and the sight of you on top of him was enough to make him cum on the spot. “Yes, fuck, I want you…”

You shifted your position, grinding ever so slightly against his clothed dick, feeling yourself get wetter by the second. Bill watched as your skirt rode up your thighs, exposing your soft skin perfectly. He wanted to grip some part of you so badly, your waist, your ass, anything. But of course, he was at your complete mercy. Even though it wouldn’t have been as hard to get out of the restraints of a simple piece of ribbon, he found himself not even wanting to. “Y/N, bitte…”

“God, you’re so hard and I’ve barely touched you yet. You missed my touch didn’t you, slut? Missed my touch, huh?”

He gave a shaky nod, whimpering out a faint “mhm”. He arched his back into your hand as you trailed it up under his shirt, placing it on his chest once again. “Stop teasing, please…”

“Be patient baby, if you really want it you’ll wait like the good boy you are.” 

Bill nodded once more as you removed your soft hands from his chest and carefully slipped your pink, lace panties off from under your skirt. You quickly unfastened his belt, pulling his jeans down along with his boxers. His tip was red and leaking with precum, just begging to be touched. And you could see it in Bill’s pained expression that he needed this more than anything in the world. You slid your shirt off over your head, revealing the cutest bra Bill had ever seen that turned him on to no end. He stared at your chest for a moment, taking all of you in. You gripped the base of his dick, positioning him right between your thighs, his eyes meeting yours suddenly. A loud exhale escaped followed by the feeling of Bill tensing up underneath you as you sunk down onto him. You try to conceal your whines from the stinging pain of his size as he bottoms out, but you’ll never be able to fully adjust to him.

Bill moaned as if it was his first time getting fucked by a girl, his back arched and his head thrown back. Just as he was starting to relax into it, you lifted off him and immediately slammed your hips back down. “Fuck Y/N b-be gentle…” He whimpered. 

“Shhh, Bill. It’ll feel so good soon, don’t worry.” You purred, starting to build a slow but rough rhythm. His hands strained against the ribbon that bound him, a pained groan escaping his lips. He just wanted to touch you again after so long of you not doing the same. “My poor baby doesn’t wanna be tied up anymore, does he?”

“N-no…”

“Well too bad.” You continued to ride him, laughing at his attempts to bring his hands up to touch you. Bill begs you to go faster on him, he can’t get enough of how you feel around him, your cunt clenched around his dick, fucking him dumb. “You’ve been begging for my attention all week. Now you have it. So you’re gonna take what I give you. Is that understood?”

“Ja, schatz…”

“That’s my good boy.” You softly praise. You admire the moaning, whining mess below you. Sweat forming on his forehead, his messy hair falling in front of his flushed face. He was so pretty. “You’re so pretty like this Bill- fuck…” You let out a moan louder than you anticipated as you push him as deep inside you as you can. The sound of skin meeting skin and breathless whimpers fill the room. “So pretty tied up like this for me..” “Baby I’m s-so close…” Bill pleaded. “Please, let me touch you…”

You pitied him. He was so desperate to hold onto you, to dig his painted nails into something while he came inside you. The poor thing.

You leaned down over him, pressing your chest against his. Without stopping your movements nor slowing them down, you carefully untied the ribbon around his wrists. “That better?” You asked, smiling innocently at him. Bill’s hands immediately flew to your waist, holding you tightly and almost forcing you down onto him. His nails scratched your soft skin harshly. You winced in pain slightly, but soon that pain turned to mind numbing pleasure. You felt his dick twitch inside you, signaling his release. “You wanna cum for me?” You cooed, prompting him to do so.

Another quick nod was all Bill was able to give in response. Though he wasn’t saying anything, only letting out high pitched moans, you were able to tell he was begging internally. Begging to let him cum inside you, to feel you cum on his dick.

“Go on, Bill.” You permitted him. He threw his head back in pleasure, nearly drawing blood with how deep his nails were dug into you. He whined out your name, dragging it through his orgasm as he came hard inside you, filling you up. “F-fuck, Bill…” You kept your rhythm, your body craving its release like a drug. Bill tensed up under you again, his limp dick feeling all too sensitive. “Y/N…” He moaned out. You couldn’t help but replay that in your head. The way he moaned your name made you feel so powerful on top of him. 

“God I’m right there...” You whispered. You brushed Bill’s hands off your waist, intertwining your fingers with his.  “Bill, mmh fuck!” Pleasure surged through you as his tip hit your g-spot. Your thighs tensed up as you came around him, a mix of you and Bill’s cum dripping down from your pussy. You finally come to a halt in your movements, taking in the sight of the pretty boy panting your name out from under you. 

“That was so…” He finally spoke out. “Oh my god.”

You let out a laugh, not even able to find the words yourself. You slowly pull off his dick, leaning down to kiss his forehead. “You did so well, darling. Took me so well.” You could see Bill was fucked out and exhausted, you almost felt sorry for him. He wouldn’t have been this tired if it weren’t for the fact that you’d practically neglected him this week. That attention whore wasn’t used to not being taken care of, so you figured you could make it up to him even more. “Cmon, Bill, I’ll run you a bath.” You whispered warmly. 

—

After a few minutes, you called out to Bill. He got up, stumbled, and made his way to the bathroom. You had lit some candles of his favourite scents and turned the lights off. A perfect way to take care of him afterwards.

Bill rid of the rest of his clothes and slowly sat down in the bathtub, feeling the hot water wash over him. You did the same, sitting behind him and wrapping your arms around his slim waist. “You look relaxed already.”

“I am.” He responded sleepily.

You spent the rest of the night praising him softly, whispering sweet nothings to him. Before he knew it, he had fallen asleep with his head tilted back, resting on your shoulder.

“Sleep well, my beautiful boy.” You whispered as you rested your head upon his. 

yikes..

sorry i didnt know how to incoperate the cutecore thing into it enough ell oh ell!!

[tddyhyck]

hii!! i think that 26 and 30 would actually be perfect for jeno idk whyy but it’s just giving it 😭😭😭

kit kat [ l.jn ]

i think i’m really in my jenore (jeno whore) era

pairings ⇢ jeno x afab!reader

warnings ⇢ smut, masturbation, oral sex (f receiving)

prompts ⇢ “ come here, you can sit on my lap till i’m finished.” + “stop doing that.”

word count ⇢ 1.5k

masterlist

“how much longer?” you ask, leaning over your boyfriend's shoulder and peering at the screen in front of him. he’d been working on a paper for god knows how long and you just wanted 5 maybe 10 minutes of his time.

“not too much longer. come here, you can sit on my lap until i’m finished.” he offers glancing up at you before pushing his chair back and making room for you to squeeze onto his lap.

you slide in front of him lifting his arms to go around you breaking his concentration as he stares up at you, his eyelids slightly droopy and hair ruffled. you bring your legs to either side of him straddling him before sitting down squirming and attempting to get comfy. finally, you shift in his lap draping your legs over his, head falling into the crook of his neck.

once you finally felt comfortable tucked into his chest and listening to his fingers click the keyboard. you reach your hand up to brush through his hair twisting the ends between your thumb and forefinger. he feels so warm but not too hot, and welcoming like a warm fuzzy bed after a long day.

you study his profile, eyes dancing from the hair falling over his eyebrows to his glasses covering soft eyes that are flicking from his fingers to the monitor to his notes, drifting to his perfectly placed beauty mark, then down to his perfectly sculpted nose that you kissed more than really was necessary. your eyes finally stopped at his lips, a perfect supple pout, bottom lip pulled between his teeth in concentration. your digits still fiddle with the short hairs at the nape of his neck but your eyes didn’t move away from his lips.

mind drifting to thoughts good and pure like kissing him softly or feeding him strawberries while you sat on a picnic blanket. but then slipping to corrupt and vulgar like the way they wrapped so beautifully around your nipple while he looked up at you teasingly or how good they felt suckling your clit when his head was between your legs. you so enjoyed all the sweet words that fell from them but even more, so the dirty whispers that would tickle the shell of your ear while he was inside of you.

you really didn’t mean to make yourself horny and needy for his touch. you always felt if you were with him long enough your brain turned to disgusting slutty mush. desperate for any sort of friction to distract you from the heat pooling between your legs, your other hand drifted between your body first just laying over your core trying to seem inconspicuous.

you wondered how many words until he was finished and if you could type them while he ate you out. you didn’t realize you were pouting and holding air in your cheeks until he glanced down at you and smiled making you puff out the air and smile back. he didn’t look away letting his gaze linger on you for a moment more before turning his attention back to the screen.

“once i finish this page i’ll take a break,” he promised. it didn’t really register all you knew was that his lips were moving and sound was escaping. did they always look so pretty when he spoke, they probably did but you hadn’t been staring so intently at them.

you nodded pushing your hand to rub over your clothed clit. would it be so bad if you got off to your studious boyfriend who was perfectly placed in front of you? you tried to seem calm, cool, and collected as your hand kneaded your center letting your head fall back onto jeno’s chest.

you didn’t think he could tell he was way too focused on his paper to feel you start grinding against your palm right? or see you pull your lip between your teeth and close your eyes focusing on feeling relief from the pulsing between your legs.

“stop doing that,” you halt embarrassed, pulling your hand from between your legs but keeping your eyes closed, afraid to see his face. you could feel your cheeks warming and your belly flipping. “don’t act shy all of the sudden,” he says, gripping your wrist. you open your eyes looking up at him innocently. “what were you doing?”

“just, nothing,” he scoffed, leaning back in his chair you could feel his muscles tense beneath you.

“didn't look like nothing.”

“sorry I, just.” you pause trying and failing to find the words you wanted.

“why don’t you show me?” you didn’t expect him to say that if anything you expected him to make you go to the bedroom, strip, and wait for him.

“uh i,” you stutter.

“well go on. show me the nothing you were doing.” you gape at him as he releases your wrist bringing his arms from around you to rest behind his head. you bring your hand between your legs spreading them slightly, again focusing on your throbbing clit through your clothes. he brings a hand to your chin to grasp and make you face him. he stares down at you but his eyes are soft but his demeanor is assertive. you continue kneading and pressing against yourself but it’s frustrating through all the fabric and it makes you whine in annoyance.

“what is it?” he asks, tilting your chin up.

“not enough,” you simply respond. he doesn’t say anything back, letting go of your chin, putting a hand on each of your hips to push you up to your feet in front of him. you stagger caught off guard by the sudden movement. he reaches around you, closing his laptop and moving it along with his notes to the side.

“sit,” you put your hands on the table behind you before jumping up to sit. he pulls his chair closer, tugging at your waistband and pulling down your sweats easily, and spreading your legs. he looks up at you from his chair expectantly and you move your hand back between your legs. fingers brushing over the damp fabric of your panties, legs bucking.

“better,” he asks, fingers smoothing over the meat of your inner thigh.

“un huh,” you nod, digits figure-eighting your clit through your wet panties. his face moves closer to your covered core you can feel his breath fanning over your thigh as he moves closer. it makes you nervous but aroused at the same time the way he’s watching you grind against your quick fingers.

“did you think i wouldn’t notice?” he asks, quirking a brow up at you. you shook your head feeling your stomach tighten from the pleasure. his fingers dance closer to your core making your skin tickle and tingle from his feathery touches. he grabs your wrist stopping your movements and making you whine and pout but he just shushes you before jerking your hands away from your core.

you look down at him bucking your hips trying to protest, but he just smirks before bringing his hands to toy with you. letting his digits dance over your damp core watching the way your legs shiver with each of his touches. he uses one hand and pulls your panties to the side exposing your cunt, he blows cool air against your sticky center watching the way it makes you shiver and your toes curl against the edge of the table.

he brings his face closer licking a strip up your cunt letting it linger against your clit for a second before pulling his head back only to dive back in again. sloppily lapping at your clit before sucking it into his mouth the wet slurping sounds filling the room along with your airy moans. you lean back arms no longer have any use in supporting you sliding back against the cool table. he uses his other hand to press your leg back giving him more access to continue indulging in your taste.

“fuck, jeno,” you whimper between mewling into your palm. your other hand gripping your breast nails digging into the supple skin. “i’m gonna cum.” he doesn’t let up chasing your high for you, tongue lapping at your stiff clit perfectly. he wraps his lips around your sensitive bud again, the sucking sending you over the edge.

crying out and arching off the table and into him as you gush against his face and onto the table. chest heaving but he doesn’t stop slurping your juices from your fluttering hole and sending a shiver down your spine as he continues drinking you in.

your hand is gripping his hair trying to pull him away but he just moans at the touch flicking his tongue faster bringing you to another wave of pleasure. you let your legs shake and wrap around his head from the overstimulation at your center. finally, he pulls away looking up at you glasses foggy and mashed against his face and chin shiny and wet with a lazy smile.

“you made a mess,” he says, dipping back down to lick your cum off the table and smooth over your ass and lower lips. you jerk at the sensation way too close to your overdone core.

© tddyhyck

[daydreams-after-dark]

PLS I NEED A FIC WHERE BIG DICK HAN IS TIED UP AND EDGED FOR HOURS BY M!READER UNTIL HE SHAKES AND WHINES 🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴🥴

"h-hyung, p-please, I'm begging, I need to- ah-!" (Edged again) "Please h-hyung, it really hurts, it hurts" then he cries then you edge him for another hour 😩😩

Edge and ruin his damn orgasm atleast 20 times and he will literally cry and beg and shake just to cum

(in my Dom era, yes I like being both so I read both XDDDDDDDD)

So, after a little chat behind the scenes, @chuuchuu1224 is happy for me write this as a Minsung piece 😃 I don’t think I’ve ever written them by themselves before 🤔 … anyway we’re going classic Minsung with a needy Ji and a domming Min.

Hope you like it 😘 x. Sorsha

“M-min…p-please…” whined Jisung. “Need to cum… please…please let me…baby, please!”

“Shh! What did I say about your whining, Hmm?” Minho said coldly. “Just shut up and take your punishment.”

“I’m s-sorry, hyung!” He sobbed.

Jisung had been tied to bed for 3 hours now, and he was almost at breaking point. He looked a sight. He was completely naked, sweating, his big delicious cock swollen, angry and leaking, resting against his taut abs. Tears running down his cheeks.

Minho thought he looked perfect being this helpless. That’s why he has really taken his time to tease torment his lover. Just like he himself had been tortured all week by Jisung.

For the past six days he’d been teasing Minho, avoiding his touch and ignoring his glances, flirting with Hyunjin. Grr. It’d been driving him fucking crazy. Cock tease. “I promise you’re gonna pay for this.” He’d told him the other night. He was met with an attitude of “what are ya gonna do about it?”

Well, now Jisung knew exactly what Minho was doing about it.

“You can’t do this to me!!! Aahhh p-please.” He scrunched his eyes as he sobbed loudly.

Minho hovered over Jisung’s cock, taking it in his hand and squeezing it slightly.

“Fuuuccckkk!!! H-Hyung… stop teasing… I’m gonna die!”

Minho licked the dribbling pre-cum from the tip. It was probably the fifteenth time he’d done so today. Edging poor Ji until he was almost there, then simply licking the precum away and leaving him writhing on the bed.

His balls were so tight and painful looking too. Minho wondered how he’d react if he squeezed them?

“Hyung!!!!” He sobbed. Minho smirked.

“Sungie. You need to listen very carefully. I’m going to untie you now. But only so you can roll onto your stomach. Then you’re going to be tied again. No funny business.”

Jisung whined. “O-okay…”

Minho repositioned Jisung so he was lying on his stomach, arms stretched and tied above his head. He immediately started grinding against the bedspread.

“Ahh… fuck!”’ Jisung squealed as a hard slap landed on his ass.

“No grinding.” Growled Minho.

He bit his lower lip as he caressed the curve of Jisung’s back, causing the boy to shudder, then parting his cheeks and nestling his face between them to lick his hole.

A low groan came from Jisung as Minho ate him out. He knew it would drive him absolutely crazy. But there was something that he knew would really torture his poor boyfriend. He slipped a finger into his hole. Just to the first knuckle. He gently thrust into him one, two, three times, then removed his finger entirely.

“Fuck you, Minho! When I’m not tied up I’m gonna fuck you so hard you won’t be able to sit for a week.” He growled, trying to look back at him.

So he was at the stage of throwing threats now? He’d already begged and bargained to no avail. Desperate, needy boy.

“I mean it. I’m gonna fuck you up—aaahhh. F-fuck.”

Minho couldn’t hold out any longer and laid himself on top of Jisung and pushed his cock into his tight ass.

“Min…fuck…fuck…I’m… fuck you’re deep. P-please…ngh…”

Three deep, precise thrusts from Minho, and Jisung came with his cock squished between his stomach and the mattress. He shook and convulsed underneath Minho, making him almost come too.

“Min….no…too… it’s too much!”

“Shut up. Don’t you fucking know how much I’ve wanted to be buried in your ass this week?” He panted as he snapped his hips.

“Hyung…I love you.” Whimpered Jisung into the matress.

Minho’s thrusts halted for just s moment as his heart burst inside his chest.

“I love you too, Sungie. But for now I need to be a good little cocksleeve for me and be quiet.”

@channieandhisgoonsquad @noellllslut @itsseohannbin @weareapackofstrays @kangnina @3rachasdomesticbanana @palindrome969 @xxkissesforchanniexx @fun-fanfics @wolfennracha

[lloromanic0]

hiiii! i love ur writing and i saw you wanted more bill girlssss so here i am! do u think you could write a bill smut in his dread era (so underrated omg) ? thx🩷🩷🩷

Love all my Bill girls.

(Thank you so much for the request & for liking my writing!! I actually really liked writing this one.)

SMUT MDNI

Lil summary: needy Bill has been craving you for days.

He’s so majestic omfg

You sat on the bed with your laptop on top of you, you had a long essay to hand in till the end of the week. Since you needed total concentration for it you told your boyfriend, Bill, you needed some alone time.You had been working on it for the past 5 hours, your sweet boyfriend would sometimes come inside the room quietly to hand you another water or bring you some snacks and you couldn’t be more grateful for him.

With all your university work, and his life as a lead singer you hadn’t been having much time for each other and that was really messing with Bill, he didn’t want to make you mad or bother you but all these nights he had to spend with a aching boner for you were driving him crazy.

After 20 minutes your boyfriend came inside the room but this time he just sat on the edge of the bed looking at you. At first you thought he just wanted to be close to you even if you weren’t doing anything together, but the way he kept looking at you felt like it was something else.

“Bill? What is it mein Fürst?“ you asked.

He looked down has he played with his fingers on his lap.

“I just…really miss you..” he replied with a sad voice, you thought he was so cute like that.

“I can take a break if you want.”

His eyes lit up, those beautiful brown eyes you adored so much.

“Come sit next to me.” He crawled on the bed and sat down. You placed your hand on his thigh.

“Tell me about what you’ve been doing lately, I’m very sorry we’re not spending a lot of time together my love.”

Bill talked about the plans he was making with the band, how the practice they he had yesterday went, how he wanted to take you to this new cafe he saw, you just loved hearing him talk about anything.

“But at night…it’s when I miss you the most Y/N…”

“Why is that Bill?” You knew exactly what he meant, you heard him at night trying to get off quietly next to you, but his little moans betrayed him.

“I miss your touch and your body on mine..” oh god how cute was he so needy for you. You rubbed his thigh moving to the inner part. His already hard cock begging for you but a hand job wouldn’t be enough to satisfy him he needed more.

“Baby…let me fuck you please..” he never asks for it you usually just take the lead and he does whatever you want, he must be really desperate.

You just smile at him and lay on the bed.

“I’m all yours Billy.”

He gets on top of you, you could see his hard cock poke through his sweatpants as he lowers them to free his aching erection. He takes your shorts off along with your panties, he felt like your pussy was calling for him, he needed to be buried deep inside of you.

Using his hands he spread your folds rubbing the tip of his cock on your clit, his whimpers filling the room as you admired your beautiful boyfriend pleasuring you.

Just the rubbing of his cock on your pussy was enough to drive him crazy but he craved the feeling of being inside your warm hole.

He slowly and gently insert himself in you, making you get used to his cock, no matter how many times you had sex with him getting used to his huge length always took a little bit of time. After rocking his hips slowly for a few minutes, he picked up his pace in desperation, leaning down to capture your lips in a deep kiss, you hugged him tight making him feel safe in your embrace, as he kept fucking you passionately. This moment being what he had wished for the most this past weeks, being inside you having your touch for him, you paying full attention to him was all he needed.

“Am I- making you feel good Y/N?” He questioned, he loved hearing you reassure him.

“So good~ you’re being so good for me Bill…mhhm keep going just like that-“ You praised him.

Your kind words were all he needed to get sent over the edge, now slapping his hips deep into you in a way to reach the orgasm he so desperately needed, his thumb now rubbing your clit to help you reach your orgasm with him.

“Cum with me mhhmn- please Y/N.”

“I’ll cum with you baby~ aahh just- keep going for me.”

His hips now getting week and his legs trembling as he kept getting closer to his release, your moans now louder and more frequent,in a few seconds you came all over his dick, coating it in your wet juices, the erotic sight made Bill cum with a few more strokes, his thick seed coating your insides as he kept slowly moving his hips riding his orgasm and also making you enjoy yours a little longer.

As he slowly pulled out,his huge load he had been keeping inside him all these days, slightly dripped out of your hole,with his finger he pushed his cum back into you making you exhale sharply.

“Thank you for this meine Liebling.“ he kissed you once more “I really missed you…”

“I missed you to meine Schatz. Ich liebe dich.“ you replied smiling at him.

“Ich liebe dich mehr…“ he shyly replied.

[saturatedstarlight]

an: hi hi hiiii!!! today is my birthday and I'm not one to like receiving material gifts but i do like me a good drabble/fic. So this is my gift to myself, a fluffy smutty drabble fic eheheheheheee. Here's to 24! afab reader

cw: sexual themes. sleepy sex, oral. male receiving, nipple play, choking, creampie, all characters are aged up bokuto in his grown man era!!!!!!!

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bokuto x afab reader!!!!!!

Waking up to pee had to be the most annoying thing in the world to you. Especially when you were snuggled up with your personal heater/ mt. Everest of a boyfriend.

You lazily untangle from his tight hold. Bokuto clung to you when you both slept so this was nothing new. The feeling of the dead weight of his muscles required a bit of strength to pry off of you and you managed to slither out of his grasp, the excess fabric of the oversized tee you sported nearly tugging you back to his cute sleeping form.

You finish your business sleepily, stumbling through the room and you bump into Bokuto’s standing figure, his arm gently coaxing your pliant body over, open to any suggestion at this point, so early in the morning. He hugs you from behind, his arms wrapping possessively around you, like he knew you were his last.

His last kiss, last hug, last I love you.

Bokuto hugged you knowingly, so that had to mean you were his and his alone. He ran his strong hands down your front, almost naked underneath of a thin shirt if it were not for the pesky lacey number you put on last night. The feeling of him against you stirred deeply in your tummy, the way he was so gentle with you right now made you feel safe. It also conjured up memories of how rough he was with you. The way he held you as if you were weightless, guided you into positions with ease as he slammed his strong, needy hips against your much smaller body. The feelings intoxicated you.

Bokuto placed a few wet kisses on your neck, drawing your hips closer to his, you moan softly, barely audible as he cupped your breasts, letting each thumb rub over your nipples, awakening both you and your desires simultaneously. “Mmm... Kou-“

“Why is my princess up so early right now?” He asked, his voice husky with sleep.

“Had to pee.” You lean your head back, going dizzy from pleasure.

He turns you around, leaning down to kiss the corner of your mouth gently, “My cutie always has to pee this early huh?”

You place your hands on his shoulders, pushing him away, deciding this would be way better in bed. You lace your fingers in his, pulling him to the warm sheets with you.

“Koutaro, go back to sleep with me.”

“I can’t baby, you’re too- distracting.”

You lie in his warmth and he in yours and you cuddle him closer, playing in his hair as he nuzzles his face in your breasts. Bokuto’s fingers toy with the hem of your shirt and you roll your eyes playfully having grown accustomed to his neediness. You sit up and kneel in front of him.

He sits up expectantly and you sit on his lap, bare chest on display as you kiss up and down his neck and chest. He pulls you closer by your hips and you mewl against his neck. “You always do that.” You whisper lowly.

“And you always make the cutest sounds.” He counters, holding you firmly on-top of him.

You lift your shirt just a bit, exposing the bottom halves of your breasts, arching back, your peaking buds beckoning him.

“B-Baby..” he doesn’t even ask, just pulls you closer to his mouth like it was second nature, having grown comfortable at the act of sucking your nipples.

You moan louder this time, wiggling your hips against his thighs and you tap his chin, asking for release. Bokuto greedily goes for the left nipple but you lift his chin up before latching on to kiss him.

He groans into your mouth in slight displeasure, and you smile against his lips. You kiss him slowly, attempting to subdue his lips that soaked yours in his saliva. However, he pulls you closer by your waist, his hands firmer as he begins licking your tongue gently. You pull away panting:

“B-Baby baby baby, take these off.” You raise off his legs, watching him lift his hips to slide down his boxers, his hard on springing free, slapping against his stomach, curving a bit left and twitching beads of pre cum.

You lick your lips, leaning down to give his angry pink head a few kisses hollowing our your mouth and sliding him deeply down your throat, lubing him up. He attempts to push your head down but you lace your fingers in his again, squeezing his hands as you bob up and down his shaft, gagging and slobbering on him. You suck him between your lips releasing him with a final pop, spitting on his dick for extra lube.

“Fuck- you don’t know what you do to me.” He says lowly, pulling you closer to him, pulling off the shirt you’re wearing and sliding down the skimpy little panties you're wearing off your hips.

Your boyfriend grabs your ass, almost like tradition every time he fucks you and you love it, loving the way it makes you want him to use you even more.

You allign yourself with his cock, taking him in little by little as Bokuto returns to your nipple, kissing and sucking the left and thumbing and pinching the right. You struggle to stay quiet, adjusting to his size and girth were always a challenge for you. However, once he was fully sheathed inside you, it was the best stretch you had ever felt. Addictive even.

“F-Fuuckkk-“ you moan, clenching tightly around him and he smiles, loving the sight of you being filled up by him. An image he'd try to commit to memory but couldn't get the way you feel, sound, and look just right. He drew great pride and confidence knowing he’s the only man who made you feel like this. The only man that could ever make you feel this good.

“That’s it princess, take my cock, yeah I gotchu…relax baby, I promise I’ll make you feel so so good.” His voice sultry and breath hot.

You lean forward, moaning into his chest, Bokuto’s hands running soothingly up and down your back as you clench around him repeatedly, every twitch and throb sending jolts to your spine. Finally you inhale deeply, kissing him as you rose your hips up and down, the sound of his cock squelching in and out your stretched little hole making you bounce faster.

“Mmm mmm-“ he moans as you ride him faster, every time you moved his cock hit your g spot, fucking that fleshy patch like it were his own. He knew the way your body works, every which way you twitched and turned for him, now this-- this he could commit to memory.

He speeds you up, his arms slamming you down harder and faster and you bury your head in the crook of his neck as he whispers sweet sweet nothings in your ear, barreling you faster to your early morning release. He fucks you with abandon and you clench around him when he shoots ropes of his cum deep inside you.

It was here when he treats you like his own play thing, using you, you and your hot, gushy cunt to his heart's content. A few thrusts of his hips that sends you over, clamping down tightly around him, tears brought to your eyes as you cum, the first of many you presume.

“Baby- baby sq-squeeze me. T-that's right, nice and hard for me..” His fingers brush over your nipples, and you clench around him, tighter than you intended when he pulled and squeezed at your sensitive mounds. "K-Kou... fuck..!"

Globs of him spill inside, successfully milking him of all his cum.

Bokuto returns to your breasts, sucking a hickey on one of them, you push against his head, the pain too much but he persists, holding you down firmer, lips and teeth releasing you breast, kissing the purpling bruise softly. His lips kiss yours slowly and sensually, slowly thrusting up into you, knowing that he was not nearly close to being done with you.

He pulls his lips away, pressing them to your neck and jaw before lifting you off of him, lying you down and stroking himself a few times, letting himself harden up bit.

“Kou- no no, don’t tease.” You pout beneath him. He grabbed his length, running it up and down your slit, letting some of his fluid leak out against your clit.

“Shhh shh baby, I got you.” he slowly slides his tip inside you, relishing in the feeling of you squeezing around him, “God you’re perfect.” He said before slamming inside you, knocking the wind from your lungs. His hips fucking you fast, knowing that’s how to get you the best orgasms. He’s purposely slipping out, sliding back in hard and fucking you dumb into the mattress. Your orgasm bursts through you, but Bokuto doesn’t relent, fucking you harder, eliciting another from your abused cunt.

“N-No mor- no I can’t take anymore Kou-“ to which he covers your mouth with his hand, determined to dump one more load into you.

"Ha-ah- a-almost there princess..." With one hand on your mouth and another one around your throat he fucks you, roughly, completely entranced by the sight of you sucking him inside you over and over again, squeezing and moaning behind his sweaty hand.

"S-Shit... baby, ta-take it--all of it.." His body stiffens with his final thrust, slotting deeply inside your tired, puffy pussy. His hand remains around your throat as he slowly pulls out of you, strings of cum spill from your hole and you moan, squirming beneath him.

Bokuto kisses your forehead, bringing you a towel to gently clean you up, placing a scattered kisses on your tummy and face as he cleans you with the the utmost care, pulling your tee back over your head.

Bokuto snuggles with you in his place right next to you, and you offer him a weak smile.

“You did great baby.” and you turn your back toward him, feeling his press himself against your back.

"Of course I did, fucking an athlete is hard work." mumbling before drifting back off to sleep.

[mustainegf]

Hi could you do something where black album era James and a fem reader go to a party but they grow needy so they go to the bathroom

I love this stuff and it was so fun to write, I also have a fic really similar to this one so I’ll link it here :)

The party bustled loudly, and despite the noise, my brain was buzzing with a tension of its own. My boyfriend James, stood across the room with a friend of his, paying me a flirty glance every so often, followed by him adjusting the bulge in his jeans.

Every time he tried to hide his horniness, the flutter between my thighs inscreased.

There was a silent understanding between us. I knew he was horny, and he knew just as well that I was too.

I could see it in his eyes-the way he was looking at me.

The lust. It was simmering right under the surface, waiting for an excuse to explode. And that was exactly what we both wanted.

I glanced at the handsome man, quirking my head to motion to the bathroom.

He gave me a wink, and then nodded. I smiled and sat up from the couch, quickly moving to the bathroom, swaying my hips to tease him.

I snuck into the washroom. James wasn't far behind me, glancing around to make sure nobody noticed before slipping into the small space with me.

He pushed the door shut with a little more force than necessary, making it clear he had been longing for this moment all night.

Ache flicked the lock, sealing us in here together.

"Jesus Christ, you look sexy," James muttered before crashing his lips onto mine.

My back hit the door as our kiss turned desperate, but neither one of us cared. We didn't care about anyone or anything except each other, and that made everything else feel so damn good.

James pulled away, breaking the kiss with a soft groan. "Fuck, I can't wait much longer." His hands trailed down my stomach, coming to rest on my ass.

It wasn't long before we were violently stripping each other down.

James grabbed me with abandon, Liston game and sitting me up on the small sink counter.

Our eyes met again, this time a silent promise passed between us. This is it. No turning back.

We both knew this. Our lips crashed against each other once more, tongues tangling together. One hand gripped my waist while the other trailed up my side, until it found my breast.

Then he kneaded it gently, squeezing it lightly. My breath caught in my throat as he toyed with my nipple with his thumb and index finger. His touch was rougher than usual, but that only spiked my desire for him.

I ran my nails down his chest, loving the scratch of his hair against my palms. As soon as I touched his cock, I felt him twitch. He moaned softly.

I loved how responsive he was to me. I couldn't help but take advantage of it.

I stroked him up and down, not caring that I was sitting up on a random small sink. All I cared about was how good this man made me feel.

"I can't take it, I need to be in you."

He looked like he was going to tear apart if I didn't let him inside me. I was so close myself. The urge to have him was too strong to ignore any longer.

"Then do something about it," I taunted.

"You want this, don't you?" he growled, pulling his cock out of my hand. I nodded. "Yes." He slid in slowly, filling me completely. I leaned back, enjoying the feeling of fullness.

"Jamie!" I yelled, grabbing his shoulders. James was quick to press a finger to my lips. "Gotta be quiet, can you do that for me?"

I nodded. "Yes." He pounded into me hard and fast, making my legs tremble. The hard smack of our bodies filled the tiny space, but it did nothing to cover the moans and grunts we both let loose.

"Tell me how much you love it, use your words, I wanna hear that pretty voice," he demanded, the room filling with wet and obscene sounds.

I could hardly force out any sort of sentence. "L-love it." I huffed. "Come on, you can do better than that."

James sucked a breath through his teeth as J tightened around him. "Let me hear you." He demanded again.

"I love it... Jamie... I love it." He slammed into me harder and faster, using the counter and my hips to hold himself up.

I screamed, holding on for dear life. In response, he pressed his lips to mine and started humming, moving his body in tune with the sound. I was drowning in sensations, so many of them, Ilost control.

I clawed at his arms, trying desperately to get closer to him. He moved his lips from mine and whispered, "That's it, babyy."

He continued to whisper filthy things in my ear, telling me how good I was, how I felt so damn good wrapped around him. The wet sounds of sex echoed through the small space, creating a cacophony of noises.

I could barely think straight. The haze of pleasure was growing stronger by the second.

"Cum for me baby, I'm so close.." James groaned in my ear.

Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck, holding him close as he pumped a few more times Until we were both writhing with our climax. I felt him shoot his cum deep into me, painting my insides.

We sat in silence for a minute or two, just breathing. Ilaughed softly, kissing James' cheek.

"Fuck, I can't believe we did that.."

[littlemissthunderstorms]

grinder smile, gasp

sub car era alex x fem reader

definitely one of the dirtiest things i’ve written. sub alex enthusiasts arise!!! enjoooy!

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you immediately felt soothed as you walked into your home. it was dark outside, the incandescent glow of scattered lamps and dim lights bringing a peaceful atmosphere. the faint sound of jazz drifted from the living room, making you smile.

you quickly shut the door behind you, shivering as a gust of cool autumn air entered the house upon the door closing. you knew your cheeks and nose were sure to be pink and rosy due to the nip the crisp air had.

setting your bag down and kicking off your boots, you quietly made your way to the living room. you carefully peeked through the doorframe to find alex sitting in his sleek chair in the corner, reading. his soft brown hair looked slightly messy and fluffy, the way you adored. his face was knitted in concentration, his white t shirt hugging his arms in a way that made your stomach swirl.

you checked the time on your watch. 11:30. you were unaware how late it was by the time you left work. was he up waiting for you? you felt a bit bad, knowing it was hard for him to go to sleep early without you there, but at the same time it was an adorable gesture.

the boys attention quickly redirected to you as you entered the room, his face melting into adoration as he saw you. you smiled at him, walking over to his chair. “hey.” you cooed, leaning down to press a tender kiss to his lips. alex kissed you back, cupping your cheek in his palm, finger tips entangled in your hair. you leaned into his touch, his hand warm against your cold face.

you looked down at alex, his honeyed eyes gazing lovingly up at you. “i missed you.” he mumbled. you brushed a stray hair out of his eyes, slowly running your fingers through his soft hair, a slight blush peaking through his cheeks. “i missed you too. m’ sorry i came home so late.”

“you’re perfectly fine.” he shook his head, putting a bookmark in his book. you nodded, eyes twinkling for him. once alex rid of his book, his hands found their way to your hips, guiding you to sit on his lap.

you followed his guide, thighs against his as you straddled him. alex wrapped his arm around your waist, stroking your hair soothingly as you nestled your face into the crook of his neck, breathing him in. he smelled devine, like musk and fresh laundry. you smiled, smelling the vanilla perfume that lingered from him wearing the shirt of his you had worn to bed the other night.

you leaned back, cupping his face in both of your hands as you kissed him languidly. his warm lips moved in tandem with yours, guitar string callused fingers coming up to grasp your jaw. the kiss was meant to be wholesome and sweet, but you couldn’t resist. you slid your tongue past his parted lips, sliding it against his own in a teasing manner. you slowly separated your lips from his, grazing your teeth against his plump lower lip as you did so.

the boy looked back at you, eyes glossed over, kneading your waist with one hand, a sign that he was eager for more. you moved one hand to scratch lightly at his scalp with your nails, making his eyes flutter shut momentarily. his lips parted and you took the chance, leaning forward to press your wet lips against his once more, licking into his mouth. alex gasped ever so slightly into your mouth, driving you wild.

you grinded your hips into his softly, eager to hear those pretty noises he made for you. you were surprised to feel his erection through his thin pajama pants, all you’d done is give him a couple kisses. just as you’d predicted, alex was needy, moaning into your mouth as you moved your hips against his.

you stilled your movements, his hand grasping your thigh as you pulled away from his lips, licking the strand of saliva that connected you two. you gazed at your boyfriend, his face was all flushed, lips parted and hair tousled. your hand traveled down to his neck, softly toying with his gold chain. you ran your other hand down his forearm, entangling your fingers in his once you reached his hand.

“you’re so pretty baby.” you cooed, watching how his chest rose and fell as he panted. leaning back, you shrugged your jacket off, discarding it somewhere on the floor behind you. alex gulped, you had an effect on him and he knew you were aware.

you felt his erection pressing against your thin tights from where your skirt rode up. alex’s hips lightly bucked up into yours, eager to relieve some of the ache. you lifted your hips, elicited a frustrated groan out of him. “shhh shh baby boy. don’t worry i’ll take care of you kay?” he squeezed his eyes shut, head falling back against the chair as he nodded.

“hey, hey. look at me alexander.” you grasped his jaw, making sure his gaze met yours. “what do you want hm? want me to ride you?” alex moaned at the thought, urgently nodding. “use your words.” you demanded. “you want mommy to ride you in this chair?” alex bit his lip, eyelids fluttering as need consumed him. he cleared his throat. “yes. please.” he stuttered, hands sliding up and down your sides in anticipation.

“atta boy.” you kissed his cheek. “m’ gonna ride you so good kay? you’ve had a long week, you deserve it.” you started to get up from his lap, his hands gripping your waist tighter, trying to keep you with him. “relax.” you grinned. “i just need to take my skirt and tights off, you take those pants off for me okay hon?”

alex quickly complied, sliding his pajama pants down his thighs and kicking them off onto the floor. once you were only in your t shirt and underwear you crawled into his lap again, squeezing his thighs with your own.

his gaze traveled down to your white underwear that adorned a dainty pale pink bow at the top. your core was already slick with arousal, seeping through your panties. alex would do anything to be at eye level with that bow right now, to pull those panties down your thighs and nudge his nose into your clit as his tounge melted against your heat, eating you out with a passion that made his head spin. however, he knew that you had different plans for now, and he was equally eager for what you had in store. he’d have to save that for the morning.

alex toyed with the hem of your shirt, looking up at you with pleading eyes. you nodded, allowing alex to throw your shirt onto the pile of all the other discarded garments. alex leaned forward, pressing kisses to the tops of your breasts that your bra pushed up.

you smiled, running your hand down his chest and then pushing back so that his back met the back of the chair. you trailed your hand down, pulling his aching length out of his boxers. alex gasped, the feeling of the cool metal of your rings on his sensitive cock making his eyes roll back. you ran your thumb across his tip, collecting his precum. with your other hand, you slid your panties to the side and aligned yourself with him.

alex’s fingers grasped your thighs and waist, already panting just staring at your dripping cunt. he was beyond desperate for you, doing everything to focus on his self control. slowly, you slid yourself down on him, taking a deep breath to calm the slight burn. it always took you a second to adjust to his size, but the burn soon turned into white hot pleasure. alex whimpered softly, hips writhing because of the way you took him so well, the way you felt so wet and hot and perfect around him.

you slowly rolled your hips, leaning forward to press your forehead to alex’s, feeling his soft breath against your mouth, watching the way his eyes squeezed shut momentarily. you lifted your hips, adjusting again as you sunk back down, the action causing alex to press his lips into the side of your face, nose nudging into your cheek.

you cupped his face as you continued your movements, leaning him back to admire the way he looked at you with those soft honey eyes. wisps of messy brown hair stuck out and clung to his forehead. he looked so adorable for you, whimpering and whining as you rode him.

you leaned forward, capturing his parted lips in yours, whispering against his mouth. “i know, you’re such a good boy. m’ gonna make you cum okay?” alex moaned into your mouth in response, hands gripping your thighs and waist. you sped up, grasping the collar of his shirt as you bounced on his lap, your thighs and hips meeting his every time you sunk down.

“fuck-“ you whimpered, his cock reaching spots that you weren’t even aware of. you rolled and bounced your hips in rhythm with his. “such a sweet boy, letting mommy ride you after she’s had a long day.” you panted, moaning and gasping as his tip hit your g-spot so perfectly.

alex loved the way you dirty talked him when you were in control, he loved the way it made his cock throb inside you, only increasing the volume of your moans. the boy squeezed his eyes shut, head falling back. “f-fuck momma i- im- m’ bout to cum.”

you felt your own release nearing, savoring the way the pressure built up in your lower stomach. “cum with me baby. that’s it.” your vision blurred as you came, the intensity overwhelming. you buried your face in the crook of his neck as he fucked you through it, gasping and whimpering when he came.

alex rubbed your back softly, panting as he came down. you leaned up, wiping tears from the boy’s cheeks and kissing his lips softly. “you’re fucking amazing.” he sighed, wincing as he pulled out of you. you smiled, lightly running your fingers through his hair. alex’s eyelids fluttered and closed, exhaustion consuming him.

you leaned forward, pressing feather light kisses to his cheeks and nose. “wanna get some sleep love?” you whispered, running your hand up and down his arm. the boy nodded, eyes swirling with sleepiness and adoration. you kissed him once more and reached to turn off the lamp that was by the chair, the moonlight sparkling more noticeably through the curtains in the dark.

“cmon, let’s get some rest”

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[nymphoheretic]

Synopsis: Your co-worker and boyfriend has told you to stop wearing such short skirts around him. Today he was going to see if you could Stay Quiet.

Warnings: smut, rough sex, semi-public sex (he fucks you behind the bleachers), creampie, finger sucking, fem!reader, dirty talk.

Word count: 0.7k

Pairing: Giyuu Tomioka x Fem!reader

Tagging: @bakugosbratx @renhoeku @herohibiscus @taisho-era-secrets @potofstewie @comatosebunny09 @linpunny @sailewhoremoon @izunias @cherryblossomsenpai

You knew better than to tease your co-worker and boyfriend, Giyuu Tomioka, while he was presenting in front of the class he was teaching. Walking in wearing that short little skirt that always drove him insane with need and lust for you.

You could feel his darkened eyes follow your every movement as you walked to take a seat on the bleachers.

You never expected for him to finish his speech early and send the students scattering before he swiftly came upon you. His large hand wrapped around your wrist and yanked you up from your seat.

Your heels clicked softly on the sidewalk as he took you behind the bleachers. “Gi–” Your words were cut off by his tongue as he grabbed you by the back of your neck and pulled you in for a searing kiss.

Giyuu placed the palm of your hand against the front of his pants, rubbing it over the hard length of his cock. “See what you did?” He growled against your lips as the fingers of his other hand slid up under your skirt to tease the front of your panties. “You knew better than to wear this skirt to work.” He hissed.

You let out a sob when his fingers pushed the thin strip of material to the side and teased at the little nerve hidden between your thighs. You went to grab his wrist to stop the tortuous feeling, but Giyuu easily turned you around so that your back was to his chest as he held your arms behind you. “Giyuu I-” Your words were muffled as the hand that was circled your clit covered your mouth.

“Stay quiet.” He unbuckled the belt that held his pants up and slid them along with his boxers down to his thighs, the heavy weight of his cock resting against the curve of your ass. “Unless you want the students to hear me fucking you.”

Tugging your underwear to the side once more, Giyuu slid inside your warm, awaiting hole. He grunted at the feeling of your walls immediately clamping down on his as he muffled your loud whines with his hand.

A choked sob left your throat as your boyfriend picked up the speed of his hips, pounding into you and left you screaming behind his hand. You gasped when he growled in your ear before three of his fingers pressed on your lips, forcing them to part so they could slide inside as his hips moved even faster as his pulled you back onto his cock.

“I thought I said to stay quiet.” Giyuu grunted as he fucked into you even harder. “Such a dumb little cocksleeve. Can’t even follow one simple order.” The pads of his fingers pressed down on your tongue as you greedily sucked on them. “I’ll just have to keep fucking you until you learn.”

A needy whine left you as the slick sounds of your coupling echoed in your ears. You could do nothing except stand there and take each powerful thrust of his hips.

The hand that held your hands behind your back, pushed down on your spine, forcing you to bend over. You let out a sob-like moan around his fingers as the new position allowed him to reach an even deeper parts of you.

A shudder went down Giyuu’s spine as you squeezed down on his cock. “That’s it. Be a good little slut and cream on this cock, baby.” He groaned, feeling your walls flutter and quiver around his length. “Do it and I’ll fill this pretty little pussy up with so much of my cum it’ll drip down your thighs.”

Giyuu’s filthy words made you clenched even tighter around him as you moved your hips back against his, his fingers still pushing down on your tongue and made drool seep out of the corners of your mouth.

You felt your body begin to shake as your orgasm rocked through you, coming hard on your lover’s dick. Your needy, fucked-out sobs were muffled by the fingers in your mouth.

Your lover groaned at the feeling of your cum coating his cock, leaving pretty rings of white around his girth. “Fuck, gonna fill you up so fucking good.” Giyuu growled as his hips sped up once more until his seed was spilling over into your warm, welcoming cunt.

He shushed you when you let out a loud muffled squeal when his tip kissed at our cervix as he continued to fuck you through both of your highs, “Shush or you must want to get caught.”

[visionofvoid]

My Princess

Summary: “is this treason?”

Warnings: nudity, suggestive themes, mild smut

Pairings: lando norris x oc

Requested: Yes/No

Word Count: 1.4k

It was quite unladylike of her to make these sounds, to be whining softly in his ear as he toyed with her, his lips taking over her neck with soft kisses and gentle bites. 

When she managed to sneak out for a posh dinner with her secret boyfriend she never imagined being snuck into his friend’s apartment to spend a night with him. It wasn’t hard to sneak out, at least as a Princess in the modern era, but it was still a pain to bypass her security. 

A small gasp emitted from Maria’s lips as he slid in, holding himself still when he was fully seated inside of her. She threw one arm around his neck, the other gripping onto the sheets beside her. He was her first anything; first date, first kiss, first ‘I love you’ and first person she had ever had sex with. It still took some getting used to months later, she was always completely forgetful of his large size. 

“Is this okay?” Lando whispered against Maria’s ear, the Princess nodding in response. They had been teasing each other all night from the moment that Maria had entered the restaurant from the back entrance to the moment Lando had snuck her into Charles’ apartment. She had been waiting all night for this. 

“Move, Lando.” Maria managed to get out as Lando went at an agonisingly slow pace. It was a wonderful feeling, of course, but she was much too needy. 

“Oh fuck! Lando is getting some.” The sudden addition of a third voice was enough to startle the two lovers, Lando pulling out almost immediately and throwing the duvet over their body. He sat up, turning to Charles in a way to sort of shield Maria from him. They hadn’t told anyone that they were together. Charles seemed to catch a glimpse of the woman in his guest bedroom with Lando, his eyes widening when he realised who she was. “Is this treason if I run around and tell everybody I just caught Lando and the Princess of Monaco in bed together?” 

Maria held the bed sheets up to her chest, looking over Lando’s body as he did his best to shield her. Charles had barged into the room after Lando had failed to join a livestream and answer all his phone calls. Lando was waiting for his apartment to be ready and had happily taken Charles up on the offer of the spare bedroom which was pretty much his own side of the Ferrari driver’s apartment. 

“How did you even sneak in here in the first place?” Charles stood in the doorway, a look of shock still present on his face as he looked between the two before turning away, embarrassed that he caught himself staring a little too long. “What!?” The man exclaimed, shaking his head and turning around. “I have to tell the boys!” 

It had been a long time coming, telling the world that the Princess of Monaco was dating a Formula One race car driver and had a secret relationship for a year at that. They had a good year of sneaking in and out of hotel rooms, secret trips together where they would post at different times to throw everyone off their course. It was hard work, incredibly draining too. 

Lando turned around in the bed, placing a soft kiss on her forehead before bouncing out of the bed, pulling his pants up from where his clothes were scattered on the floor. She was a little annoyed, she didn’t even get to cum. To death with edging. 

“I’ll be back. I’ll make sure he won’t say anything, I promise.” Maria couldn’t even get a word out before he ran out after Charles. She let out a sigh, throwing herself back onto the soft mattress and linen covered pillow cases before she too decided to get out of bed and follow her boyfriend. 

Maria knew that the boys (the boys being George, Pierre, Alex, Charles and Lando as a collective) would either believe Charles’ word over Lando’s or they would just think it was some silly prank the two temporary roommates were trying to play on the others. Maria felt bad, she knew it was usually a night where the boys would live stream but she was to head out of the country for a few weeks with her family and wanted to spend one last night with Lando. 

“Everyone we found a wild Lando but we must postpone our livestream until, uh, until tomorrow night due to personal reasons.” Maria had put on her panties and Lando’s shirt as she made her way out of the bedroom, walking towards the other side of the apartment where she heard the chatter coming from. Charles sat in his chair, set up on one side of the room as Maria peered in around the door frame, blushing when she saw Lando’s bright red face. His hands were over his face as he was clearly trying to hide his embarrassment and contain his laughter. The other boys on the screen were all confused as to why the live stream was ending but read the private messages they received from Charles a moment later. 

Slowly, one by one, they all accepted Charles’ call into a private video chat, wanting answers from Lando. Charles went to speak, tell the group of friends what he saw, the news he had but Lando bounded over and slapped his hand over the driver’s lips, the boys laughing through the screen. 

“I have big news!” Charles managed to call out throughout his struggle with Lando, finally pushing him off. He stood beside Charles defeated. Maria was honestly surprised that Lando hadn’t confessed to her friends sooner, and she had made sure he knew that. She had only told one person, her closest friend Cressida who was a French model. “I caught Lando with a girl.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t a doll, mate?” 

“Lando can’t talk to girls, he just laughs awkwardly at them.” Well, Alex’s joke wasn’t entirely wrong. 

Fuck it. They had been together a year and she knew how much Lando loved her, why not tell some of his closest friends. She walked through the doorway, Charles quickly looking away, embarrassed to have caught the youngest member of the royal family of his home country naked in bed with a close friend. Lando noticed Charles’ beet red face and turned, relaxing at the sight of Maria but also incredibly nervous. 

“You don’t have to.” Lando whispered, glancing to the screens to see that she was not yet in the frame that the other boys could see her. 

“He’s delusional, he's talking to himself now.” A chorus of laughter sounded through the room making Maria giggle a little. “Oh shit. It sounds like there is a girl there.” Maria came up behind Lando and lifted her head to sit on his shoulders, placing herself in the middle of Lando and Charles. She watched as the faces of all the boys on the screen went from smug to a look of shock. 

“He bagged the Princess of Monaco?” Pierre was the first to speak up. 

“Oh my god! I’m so sorry, Your highness? Majesty? Fuck!” Alex looked as if he was having an internal battle with himself. 

“Maria is just fine.” It was the first time she had ever heard of the boys being this quiet. 

“How much is he paying you?” George broke the silence, looking into the camera with a rather serious facial expression, the only hint of a joke being the slight twitch at the lips.

“Not enough if you ask me” Maria sent a playful wink back to the boys and turned to Lando, whispering in his ear. “I’m going back to bed. It was lovely briefly meeting you all. Charles, apologies for having you catch me in such a compromising position. You tell anyone what you saw and you will be dealt with appropriately.” He gulped in his chair, nodding as Maria walked away, waving goodbye. 

“She is frightening.” Charles mumbled as the boys laughed. 

“So, tell us everything. How long have you been together? How did this happen?” George asked the questions on everyone else’s mind. 

“A year. And it’s been the best year of my life.” Maria blushed as she waited just outside of the doorway and out of view. It melted her heart to hear the words come from Lando’s mouth, especially when he was talking to some of the most important people in his life. 

But, he was right. It was the best year of her life too and she hoped there were many more to come.

a/n

sorry big time i majorly suck at lando stuff but i hope i did the request justice!

[yuujispinkhair]

Separation Anxiety (Chapter 12)

Put your lips on my scars and teach me to love

When a ritual separates Sukuna from Yuuji, Sukuna is delighted to find that besides having his own body, there is also another gift handed to him: The brat has lost all his memories and is now the perfect little plaything to take home and manipulate. At least, that's the plan. But the King of Curses isn't prepared for the feelings that come along with being human again. And another complication is how cute the brat is when he has no idea who Sukuna is and, instead of hating him, treats him with genuine love and affection. So, without realizing it, Sukuna suddenly finds himself on a journey of learning how to be loved and how to love.

++ Masterpost ++

Pairing: Sukuna x Yuuji Genre: Memory Loss AU, fluff, smut, light angst Word Count: 4.5k Playlist: Separation Anxiety Warnings: 18+, smut, mentions of violence, dub-con (Yuuji has lost his memories, and Sukuna lies to him about being boyfriends). All characters are of age. This story is 18+. Minors don't interact.

Chapter 12

If I told you where I've been, would you still call me baby? (Dark Star by Jaymes Young)

Watching movies together has become a nightly habit for Sukuna and Yuuji, and at this point, Sukuna has stopped lying to himself and admits that he enjoys those evenings on the couch. Especially when it means Yuuji is leaning on him and resting his head on Sukuna's shoulder.

It feels like they are in their own world, where only they and Uraume exist, and nothing outside of it matters. It's the most at peace Sukuna has ever felt.

He tightens his hold on Yuuji, pulling him closer, smiling to himself when his brat sighs softly. Just like every night, Yuuji dozes off halfway through the second movie. And just like every night, Sukuna gently picks him up and carries him to their bedroom, where he places him carefully on the bed like his most precious treasure.

Yuuji smiles sleepily, hands reaching out to tug at Sukuna's shirt and pulling him on top of him, needy for cuddles.

"Mmmmh, come here, baby."

Sukuna laughs softly but gives him what he needs, joining him on the bed and wrapping Yuuji in his embrace. The boy has already drifted off to sleep again and is snoring softly against Sukuna's chest while Sukuna brings a large hand to Yuuji's hair, petting it tenderly. His long fingers run absentmindedly through the soft pink strands as he lies awake and stares at the bedroom ceiling, deep in thought.

Yuuji isn't aware of how much things have changed between them. He was fooled by Sukuna's cruel plan all this time. Blindly believing every word Sukuna had told him, every lie he had constructed so masterfully. No, Yuuji isn't aware. He doesn't know how much changed. He doesn't know how Sukuna stopped telling lies at some point and instead spoke the truth when he muttered words of love and devotion. He doesn't know that, initially, this was all just a game. A little cruel game that Sukuna wanted to play with his former vessel, whom he thought he loathed more than anything in this world.

Sukuna can't help but frown as he gazes at Yuuji's sleeping face. He regrets what he did. Not just since the separation ritual. He regrets his whole attitude towards Yuuji from the very first moment they met. He should have treated Yuuji differently, should have appreciated him, should have tried to forge a bond between them. Maybe then he wouldn't have to lose sleep now and worry about what will happen if Yuuji ever gets his memories back.

What would happen if you remember again, my love? Would you still want me to hold you? Would you still love me? Or would you hate me?

Sukuna lets his gaze travel appreciatively through the luxurious room. Uraume booked him and Yuuji a table at the most exclusive restaurant in Tokyo, and Sukuna has to agree that their menu is exquisite, and he is quite pleased with the luxurious interior that was designed to resemble a modern version of a Heian-era temple.

It's a beautiful place, a place most guests feast their eyes on, but Sukuna finds his gaze always wandering back to the beautiful boy sitting across from him.

Golden eyes look at him, and Sukuna smiles at Yuuji.

He reaches across the table to take Yuuji's hand and interlace their fingers. What used to be an act, something Sukuna had to consciously force himself to do in order to play his role, has now become something he does instinctively. Something he wants to do. Something he craves. He feels an urge to touch Yuuji, hold him, and be affectionate with him.

His lips twitch at the realization of how natural all of this feels. Who would have thought that someone like him would ever feel this way? That he would finally get to experience this profoundly human emotion after all this time.

He laughs good-naturedly when Yuuji feeds him dessert with a spoon, and Yuuji joins in with his loud, happy laughter that fills the room with its warmth. They must look like two lovesick fools, so smitten with each other, only having eyes for the other, hearts beating in the same rhythm, souls connected almost as if they are still sharing one body.

Sukuna sits back and takes a sip from the sake in front of him, letting his gaze once again wander through the room. A room that looks very similar to places he used to visit in his former life. A life that was so much different from the life he lives now.

A life that was very lonely.

He isn't lonely anymore. And he never thought he could have something like this. A relationship, a deep connection to someone, the feeling of being loved and to love. He never even thought he would want it. But now he cannot imagine not having this.

Suddenly, the world is a different place. It is no longer a place that Sukuna wants to rule and destroy and bend to his will. It is no longer a place that makes him angry and want to lash out because all it did to him was be cruel, too. Sukuna feels at peace with the world now. It is just a background scenery, nothing more. His real world is sitting across from him with a big smile on his face and a happy sparkle in his golden eyes.

Itadori Yuuji changed him, and he didn't use any force to do it, no violence, no open display of power. The one person who managed to make Sukuna surrender didn't achieve it with violence but with love.

And now Sukuna takes in the beauty of the fairy lights decorating the cherry trees on their way home. He looks at the woman in the ice cream parlor with benevolence, grateful that she makes such exquisite ice cream that Yuuji loves so much. He gazes upon the big advertising poster for a new movie with a warm smile because Yuuji tells him he is already so excited about it and that he really wants to go to the movie theatre with Sukuna to watch it.

The world is a different place. And Sukuna is a different man.

He isn't interested in ruling anymore. He just wants this: A happy and peaceful life with Yuuji by his side. Maybe this is the secret to finding true enlightenment. Maybe it was always about this.

If his life is just this, then Sukuna will be satisfied with it. He doesn't need more than this. He doesn't need to be a King. He doesn't need to be a God. He is happy being just a man in a sea of so many others if it means he can keep this happiness. If it means he can live a happy life with Yuuji by his side.

Megumi's POV:

Today's mission was an easy one. A cursed spirit in a school gym. Just a single one, and not a very powerful one at that. Megumi exorcised it in a few minutes. This leaves him enough time to stop at the small coffee shop on his way to where his driver is waiting for him. Some caffeine will be good for him.

Sleep still doesn't come easy to him, even after all those months after Itadori's sudden disappearance. Megumi is still in a state of constant sleep deprivation. A large cup of black coffee is exactly what he needs now.

The coffee shop is a lovely place. Modern but comfy with small booths with lots of cushions and little plants on the tables. There are movie posters on the pastel pink walls and a large shelf with manga to borrow and read in one of the comfy armchairs. Megumi catches himself thinking that Itadori would love a place like this. His heart clenches painfully at the thought. It still stings to think about his friend.

Megumi gulps against the lump in his throat and tries to focus on his surroundings. It's best to distract himself. The day was so good so far. He doesn't want to mess this up.

He's looking intently at a display of sweet treats. Various cupcakes, cookies, and donuts in pastel colors. Blue, green, yellow, and, of course, pink. It's everywhere. So much pink. This isn't helping.

Megumi is grateful when it's finally his turn, and he gets his black coffee in a to-go cup. He grabs the cup and puts the money on the counter. In the background, he faintly hears the jingle of the small bell at the door.

And then something else.

Cheerful, loud laughter. Megumi's eyes widen. It sounds so painfully familiar.

He turns around, his gaze instantly darting towards the entrance of the coffee shop. A flash of even more pink catches his eyes as his gaze settles on the source of the loud laughter, and Megumi feels hot and cold at the same time.

Pink hair, a bright smile that lights up the whole room, tan skin, muscular stature, hands that gesture wildly, and that loud, genuine laugh.

No! It can't be!

Megumi forgets to breathe. All the sounds of the coffee shop fade into the background, and all he hears is his own heartbeat and the laughter of the pink-haired boy standing in the doorway.

Itadori.

It's him. There's no doubt about it.

He says something to an elderly woman for whom he is currently holding the door open. His eyes sparkle with laughter as she nods at him and laughs, too. His whole being is exceeding warmth and kindness. Like the sun. That's how Megumi always saw him.

And then this sun suddenly set and never rose again, when all those months ago, Itadori disappeared from one day to the next.

They never found out what had happened. It was assumed that it had something to do with Sukuna. Remains of a ritual were discovered. Ancient writings, blood splattered everywhere, torn body parts strewn over the dirty floor, and traces of potent magic still in the air.

The most likely theory was that Sukuna had tried to break free from the cage that was Itadori's body. But to this day, no sign of Sukuna or Itadori had been found. The human remains found were those of a non-sorcerer.

But the higher-ups had celebrated, putting it down as the defeat of the King of Curses, assuming that Sukuna and Itadori must have died in a backfiring separation ritual. The official version was that their bodies must have dissolved completely, destroyed by Sukuna's own power.

Gojo, Kugisaki, and Megumi had never believed it. They had searched for Itadori for weeks. But he was gone without a single trace. The weeks passed, and they found nothing.

After a while, they stopped searching for him every night as exhaustion took over. So it became every other night, then once a week, and so on. Megumi still lies awake at night, though, asking himself over and over again what has happened.

Out of all the scenarios he had imagined, running into a very alive and very smiling and seemingly happy Itadori in a pastel-colored coffee shop hadn't been one of them.

For a split second, anger starts to lace through Megumi's surprise. Itadori is in perfect health, laughing and joking around with a random grandma he just ran into while getting coffee! All the while, his friends have been worried sick, have cried about him, and lost their sleep over him, and he is here living his best life!

But Megumi shakes his head as if physically chasing away those stupid thoughts.

No. That can't be right. That isn't the way Itadori is. He would never intentionally hurt us.

The rational part of Megumi's brain is still stronger than the short emotional outburst. He knows Itadori. Even when Itadori had one of those moments in the past where he wanted to isolate himself to protect them from Sukuna, he still made sure his friends knew he was still alive. He wouldn't do something as cruel as faking his own death.

There must be some other explanation!

Without realizing it, Megumi's feet have carried him over to the door. He stops in front of his friend, who still hasn't acknowledged his presence.

"Itadori."

The pink-haired boy's head whips around, and he stares at Megumi with big eyes.

Megumi is prepared for a squeal and a hug. Or maybe a panicked look and some stammered apology.

What he isn't prepared for is the absolute confusion on Itadori's face and the soft,

"Oh… do we know each other?"

Megumi draws in a sharp breath.

What the fuck?

Blood is rushing in his ears as he tries to process what's happening. His rising panic must show on his face because Itadori lifts a hand to scratch his back and smiles sheepishly at him. A gesture that is so painfully familiar that it makes Megumi's eyes fill with tears. Before he can say anything, Itadori quickly explains,

"Shit, I'm sorry! I guess if you know my name, we really know each other. But…well, you see, the problem is, I was in a car accident and lost my memories. I can't remember anyone. I'm really sorry!"

Car accident? Lost his memory?

Megumi's mind is reeling. Itadori definitely wasn't in a car accident. It must have been the ritual that caused this! Memory loss makes a lot of sense, actually. That's why Itadori didn't come back to them! He simply didn't remember. It's a perfectly logical explanation!

Megumi realizes something else, too, at that moment: The marks under Itadori's eyes are gone.

Where is Sukuna? Is he free? But no, that doesn't make sense. Surely, if the King of Curses had managed to break free, he would have already wreaked havoc on the city. He would have burned Tokyo down. Would have come to the Jujutsu Academy and slaughtered them all.

Does that mean that Sukuna is really dead?

Megumi relaxes. The tension leaves his body, and a hint of a smile lifts the corners of his lips. He still has a lot of questions, and Itadori clearly needs help, but things will be ok again now that Megumi found him! He can bring Itadori home. Maybe Shoko Ieiri can get Itadori's memory back. And even if not, Itadori will be safe again. He will be ok again! Everything will be ok!

The relief that washes over Megumi makes him almost sob.

"Don't be sorry, Itadori. That's hardly your fault. I'm sorry to hear you lost your memories. But yes, we are friends. I'm Fushiguro Megumi, and we used to attend college together."

Itadori's smile is back.

"Oh! So we were former classmates? That's so cool! I am so glad you ran into me, Megumi!"

Megumi's smile grows. He feels so light all of a sudden. All the worries of the last months begin to fade away. He just has to keep talking to Itadori and find out more about what he did all those previous months. He looks in good health and happy, so to Megumi's big relief, his friend seems to have fared well even without his memories.

"What have you been doing all those months? How did you get by?"

"Oh, I'm fine, don't worry! My boyfriend took care of me."

Megumi blinks.

Boyfriend?

The relief he felt a moment ago slips through his fingers. Something is very wrong here.

"Your boyfriend?"

"Yes, he helped me so much! I am so grateful for him. He is amazing! But you must know him too, right Megumi? I probably talked a lot about him back when we were in class together, right?"

Big honey-colored eyes look expectedly at Megumi, and Megumi's mouth opens and closes without a word coming out.

Itadori laughs and tries again,

"His name is Sukuna. Does that ring a bell?"

Megumi feels as if someone punched him in the guts. He stumbles back a step, eyes wide as he stares at Itadori. The coffee-to-go cup he had been holding drops to the floor, making a black pool of hot liquid spread over the floor between them, as if Megumi's shadows are trying to swallow them both.

Yes, the name certainly rings a bell.

Sukuna's POV:

Sukuna is sitting on the couch, immersed in a book, when the soft ping of the elevator drifts to his ears. A smile tugs at his lips as he closes the book and puts it aside. Yuuji went to their favorite coffee shop to get coffee and cupcakes. They always sell those particularly delicious cherry cupcakes on Tuesdays.

He gets up, already anticipating the joyful call of his name, and seeing Yuuji burst through the door with a broad smile on his face.

But something is different today.

The call of his name never comes. Instead, too-fast footsteps approach the living room, and then a distressed-looking Yuuji appears in the doorway, his eyes wide, face unusually pale. There are no coffee cups or cupcakes in his hands.

Sukuna feels cold seep into his veins.

"Yuuji, what's wrong?"

Wide golden eyes stare at him.

"There is this guy I met. Megumi. He told me all this crazy stuff about you and me and that things aren't the way I think they are. That you aren't who you said you are and that we…that we… He wanted me to come with him and said he would bring me to my friends and a doctor who would help me. I pushed him away and ran, but… Sukuna, what is going on?"

And just like that, Sukuna's whole world crumbles down around him.

They found him. They found Yuuji.

Sukuna can feel the presence of the Ten Shadows user. He must have followed Yuuji to their apartment complex. Yuuji's old life finally caught up with him. And Sukuna is drowning in dread.

It's over.

Their little parallel world where only Sukuna and Yuuji existed. Their little alternate universe where they weren't the King of Curses and his former vessel but just two lovers. It is all gone.

This happy, little world crumbled down like a dream that vanishes after waking up. And maybe it was just that all along. Just a dream. Too good to be true.

Too good for Sukuna to have.

He stares at Yuuji as the thoughts race through his mind.

Sukuna always lived by one principle: Do what he desires. Take what he wants.

He could do that now, too. He could kill Megumi and make sure no one ever finds out about Sukuna and Yuuji. He could spin another web of lies to feed to Yuuji. And if things got bad, he could even just lock Yuuji in here, keep him a prisoner, force him to be Sukuna's until his last breath.

But is that what he truly wants?

Sukuna feels his head spin.

Does he want to force Yuuji to "love" him? Would it even still be love? After everything Sukuna learned in the last months, he knows it doesn't work that way. Love is something that needs to be given freely. And what would it say about him if he decides to take Yuuji officially as a prisoner now when the boy knows that there is another life waiting for him outside this golden cage?

Just a few days ago, Sukuna thought that he wanted to care for Yuuji, that he wanted to protect him, love him, and cherish him. Isn't it such an irony? He wants to laugh at his own foolery. Because now that he is faced with Yuuji's past, with Yuuji's life that is still waiting for him, he cannot silence that little voice in his mind that whispers to him:

What are you trying to protect Yuuji from? Aren't you the one he needs protection from? Aren't you the monster in this story, Sukuna?

He huffs.

Yes, he is the monster. And on the other side of the door is Fushiguro Megumi, who always cared so much about Yuuji. The one who always protected him. The one who always took Yuuji's side no matter what. The one who, as far as Sukuna could tell, loved Yuuji genuinely.

And now, it is once again Fushiguro Megumi who comes to Yuuji's rescue.

Maybe things would be different if any other sorcerer was the one who ran into Yuuji. Maybe Sukuna would just follow his desire and get rid of them, and claim Yuuji back without any hesitation. But out of all the people who Yuuji could have run into, of course, it had to be Megumi!

And it forces Sukuna to stare at the cruel truth.

He is the monster in this story. He spent years tormenting Yuuji, hurting him, insulting him, and making his life hell. Even the reason why Yuuji is here in his apartment right now was born out of Sukuna's cruel desire to break the boy.

He claims to love Yuuji. And maybe a few months ago, Sukuna would have believed that love meant digging his fingers possessively into Yuuji's skin and making him stay no matter the cost. A few months ago, he wouldn't have hesitated to just take what he wanted.

But now he knows differently.

Love is about sacrifice. Love is selfless. Love is about wanting what's best for the one you love even if it hurts yourself. Sukuna learned from the best, after all, didn't he? The one who taught him love was Yuuji. Yuuji, who is so selfless in the way he loves. Yuuji, who gives instead of takes. Yuuji who loves and loves and loves.

Oh, how he corrupted Sukuna's way of thinking. It becomes so clear now.

Sukuna knows he cannot claim to love Yuuji if he forces him to stay. This wouldn't be love. It would just be his selfish desire again. It would just be him taking what he wants with no regard for anyone else's feelings or well-being.

He knows what he must do, and he knows it will destroy him. But maybe this is the most genuine act of love Sukuna will ever commit.

He laughs softly, a gruff sound, the typical mask of arrogance and cruelty slipping onto his face as he cocks his head and forces himself to smirk his most malicious smirk at the boy before him.

"Then you know how it is now, brat. Such a shame that my little playtime with you is over."

His chest feels too tight when he sees those beloved golden eyes widen in shock.

"B…but Kuna… that can't be. Please tell me it is a lie… Why… why are you acting like this?"

"Don't you see it, you stupid little boy? This is the real me. Everything else was just a lie. You should believe Fushiguro."

He wants to go on, wants to stab Yuuji's heart with his cruel words just so Yuuji will leave. But he sees the tears gathering in Yuuji's eyes, the shock and pain spreading over his pretty face, and Sukuna staggers.

Hysterical laughter threatens to bubble out of his mouth. He wants to say more, wants to be cruel, wants to lash out and hurt and break. But he cannot do it.

The irony makes Sukuna's head spin. He always found it easy to suppress his feelings. He oftentimes even convinced himself that he was feeling nothing at all. It should be easy to lash out at Yuuji, to hurt him, to break him with his words, to make him run from Sukuna. But now he finds himself gulping down the other cruel things he planned to say.

It's terrifying. Terrifying how Yuuji changed him. How Yuuji broke through his walls and turned Sukuna into such a… such a mess.

Sukuna presses his lips together, closing his eyes for a moment before he looks at Yuuji again. This time without his mask of cruelty. Just sadness in his eyes, raw emotions darting over his face as he adds in a much softer voice,

"Let's call Uraume to help you pack."

He cannot hurt Yuuji by pretending he doesn't care. But he can still make sure to send the boy away. He can still make sure Yuuji can find the life he deserves with the people who are good for him.

Yuuji takes a sharp breath, beautiful golden eyes wide open in shock.

"What?"

"Pack your things. You will leave with Megumi. Let him take you to your other friends."

The tears in Yuuji's eyes spill over as he stares wide-eyed at Sukuna, hands balled into fists, shaking helplessly.

"But… what do you mean? Kuna, what does this mean? Are you throwing me out?"

There's an ache in Sukuna's chest. It isn't the dull, empty feeling he experienced after their separation. It's hot and burning, throbbing painfully in his heart. He grinds his teeth.

Yes, that is exactly what I am doing, my love. For your own good.

Blue eyes fix Yuuji with a haunted expression. Sukuna's fingers claw into the doorframe, feeling the wood splinter under his brutal grip, the splinters digging sharply into his skin, piercing it, making him bleed.

"Everything Megumi said is true. I am a monster. I am the King of Curses, your enemy, your worst nightmare. You used to be my vessel. I was like a parasite, residing inside your body, inside your soul. I tormented you, taunted you, and took every joy from you. I hurt your friends. I hurt you. I made fun of you when you begged me to help you. I even killed you once. So, what are you still doing here? You should run!"

Yuuji's lips are trembling while the tears run down his cheeks slowly. His eyes glitter like liquid gold. He doesn't attack Sukuna, doesn't try to punch him, doesn't scream at him, or look at him with hate burning in his eyes. Instead, his voice sounds shaky and broken when he whispers,

"Please don't throw me out, Kuna."

Yuuji's refusal to leave twists like a knife in Sukuna's heart.

"You stupid brat. Didn't you listen to a single thing I told you?"

Yuuji's eyes are wild, burning into Sukuna's, so indignant, so fierce.

"I don't care! It sounds crazy! And I want to stay with you! I love you, and I am happy here! I don't remember my past, but it feels like you are the best thing that has happened to me. Please don't make me leave!"

A bitter laugh falls from Sukuna's lips, and he shakes his head.

"No. I am the worst thing that has ever happened to you."

"No, you aren't."

Yuuji crosses his arms in front of his chest, determined golden gaze boring into Sukuna's. Sweet, stubborn brat. Why is he like that? Why does he have to make this even harder than it already is?

"It's true, brat. I wanted to take everything away from you, everything you ever loved and cared about. I wanted to make you my little obedient slave. My pet. Like a little puppy. It was a cruel game to entertain myself."

"No, it wasn't. I know what we have isn't a lie, Kuna! I'm not that dumb! I know you love me, too. Please, whatever it is, we can solve it! This whole stuff you and Megumi are saying sounds absolutely insane! I don't believe it!"

He is trembling, eyes wide and terrified, but he doesn't budge. He stares at Sukuna with that oh-so-typical stubbornness.

My brat.

Sukuna sighs, gulping hard as he takes the first step towards Yuuji. If Yuuji refuses to leave willingly, Sukuna will make him go by force.

Every step feels heavy like the floor is mud that tries to drag him under. But Sukuna reaches Yuuji and cups his cheek tenderly, strokes his soft skin one last time, and breathes a tender kiss to his warm, tear-stained cheek.

"Just go, Yuuji.. please."

It is not like Sukuna to beg. He was always strong, always the one whom others begged. But here he is, begging Yuuji to leave. Begging him to find a better life.

"Go to Megumi. He is good for you. Let him tell you everything. Go, brat, and don't look back."

Before Yuuji can utter another reply, Sukuna shoves him into the waiting elevator. Using so much force that the unexpecting boy is caught off guard and stumbles backward, losing his balance and landing on the floor of the marble elevator, from where he stares at Sukuna with wide golden eyes full of tears.

Sukuna can't look away from those mesmerizing eyes even as the door slides closed. He looks deeply into them, committing them to his memory. He is still staring in the same direction, sapphire eyes looking unseeingly at the closed metal door when Uraume rushes to his side.

"Uraume, we need a new security code for the elevator. Please take care of that."

He brushes past his loyal servant, slowly making his way to the living room. He can still taste the salt of Yuuji's tears on his lips.

Finally, a new chapter! I am so sorry for the long wait!! I had to get into the right mindset to work on this chapter since I knew it would be a tragic one. Right when Sukuna finally learned how to love, it got snatched away from him. Even when he first began to love Yuuji, he was still selfish in the way he loved, but now he pushed Yuuji away in a selfless act of love and it made me cry so much aaahhh. I hope Sukuna's reactions made sense. I wanted to show how conflicted he was and how this usually so controlled character became a big emotional mess. I hope it made sense.

I know this chapter probably makes a lot of people sad or anxious, but please know that this story will have a HAPPY END!! There will be pain in the next chapters, of course, but in the end, Yuuji and Sukuna will be happy together, I promise.

Thank you so much for reading and sticking to this story, even though it took me so long to update it!! It means a lot to me!!

Please let me know what you think. Comments and reblogs would be very sweet.

[pursuedbyamemoryy]

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ distraction 🍂

about: you try to spend some time studying with your boyfriend, charlie, although he can’t seem to focus on his work.

warnings: gn!reader, slightly suggestive? ( just mentions of making out lol )

author’s note : in my charlie era rn?? he’s just so ahhhh i want to take a bite out of him ( lovingly ). most likely will be posting more blurbs of him in the near future <33

bf!charlie dalton is the best worst study buddy ever.

he’s smart enough and manages to get decent grades, but that doesn’t mean he enjoys studying. especially when he’s with you.

how can he possibly focus on latin or trig when you’re sitting right next to him?? instead of trying to work through the problem he’s on he’s looking at you. he’s admiring how cute you look when you’re focused. how your eyebrows are slightly furrowed and how your eyes are glued on the textbook in front of you. how your hair falls around your face so perfectly. the way you absentmindedly play with your pencil as you work through an equation in your head. everything about you is a million times more interesting to him than some stupid homework.

of course you eventually notice that he’s not putting any effort into studying, but you’ve learned that no amount of gentle reprimanding will change that. although that doesn’t mean you won’t try it. you sigh as you notice charlie’s gaze on you. “do your work.” you say, turning back to your text book.

“it’s so boring though.” he groans. “its not like i’m gonna need any of this in the future, plus i’d much rather look at you” he smirks. a lot of the time he manages to distract you, but you couldn’t afford that tonight, not with exams coming up.

“how about this. finish your homework, or at least let me finish mine and i’ll give you all the attention you want. deal?” you ask, pointing your pencil towards him in hopes that he’ll agree. there was a small smile on your face, you couldn’t help it when it came to him.

“deal” he smiles, turning back to his textbook. it works for a while, giving you enough time to finish your assignment.

after putting away all of your textbooks and school supplies you cuddle up with charlie on the couch. on most days you barely manage to get any work done, being swept up by whatever he had planned as a distraction that day. once it was a new song he was practicing on his saxophone. another day it was a funny joke he had heard and insisted on telling you. although most days it’s just him talking about nonsense that you find yourself listening to, despite how much you tried to convince yourself that you needed to focus.

and some days, when he was feeling particularly needy or touchy, it would end up with you two making out on the couch or whoever’s bed. or any nearby surface, really. his hands would slip under your shirt and onto your waist or back, his body pressing close to yours.

you turn to look at him, your head laying on his chest. “y’know, i love you, charlie, but you’re kind of a bad study buddy.” you giggle.

“oh i know.” he laughs. “what can i say, distracting you is a lot more fun than schoolwork or studying. and i love you too”. he places a quick kiss to your forehead, a bright smile on his face.

you shake your head, smiling nonetheless. maybe you should ask meeks to study with you one day if you actually want to get stuff done.

[decaydanceredacted]

admin help ive been thinking about girl pete (like actual cis always-a-girl pw) and how in that universe patrick would've put like four kids in her at this point 😖😖😖

like the first time they fuck, they're kids and it's a saturday night after a shitty show in some bar. and they're in patrick's room just messing around like they always do. but the adrenaline post show or whatever has them wired and one thing leads to another and suddenly patrick has his fingers down the front of her jeans. and pete has her fingers around his and is showing him how to touch her and she's so fucking wet and needy she let's him hit it raw (because they're dumb kids and just best friends at this point and no one thought of a condom). patrick comes almost instantly because he's seventeen and it's the first time he's getting his dick wet so of course he doesn't pull out. the mere idea of pregnancy, the feeling of patrick's warm come inside and dripping out gets pete so hot she ends up flipping them and riding patrick's face into oblivion. they go to sleep wrapped in each other and have breakfast with patrick's mom like nothing happened <3

except they keep fucking through the years. maybe they don't even officially date, pete has her string of partners and one night stands and patrick has his number of girlfriends, but from time to time post show celebrations or nights at the studio or fights around the songs end up with them fucking. in the van, behind a bar, in a bathroom or in green rooms. and they always do it raw and patrick gets such a possessive kick out of it bc he knows only he gets to have pete like this. none of her boyfriends get to come inside her and rub her belly right bellow her womb tat while he's still deep inside her pussy and no one else gets to see their come dripping down her thighs.

their first kid is deffo unplanned. a drunk fuck after some record party or whatever, too horny to even think of the consequences. and ughhhhhhhhhhh what if pete is already married/engaged at this point??? does your husband know??? that the baby isn't his???????? god, another win for infidelity.

the hate sex doing folie is extra hot. not only bc it's how their arguments end up but bc he knows he's gonna leave her so there's a morbid desire of patrick to leave a bit of him in her as a reminder that she's his. meanwhile pete's thinking if she can baby trap him. it's awful on both parts and it doesn't work anyways.

baby number 2 is the reunion baby. they've been writing songs together again and they just can't help it, they end up fucking in the floor of patrick's home studio. they keep working on their shitty songs and they keep fucking and they get the band together and they have their comeback album and it's a success and truly it is like reunion sex because they can't keep their hands off each other. the pregnancy is like the culmination of everything they worked up to this point to fix, a reminder of the commitment they have to each other now and a promise to never leave again.

baby 3 i guess would be around ab/ap era? early mania??? idk it's the honeymoon baby. they've just settled and they've gotten their heads out of their asses and they know they want to expend the rest of their lives together, so baby. or maybe they have a quarantine baby???

4th baby is deffo current era. they've finally, after everything in the world and with them, found the joy in what they do. and their record is so loved and they can look at the past now and the tour has been amazing. and maybe they're aboard and having the sweetest most disgustingly sappy married sex. you know weeding rings clinking and slow caress and i love yous mumbled against skin. truly sickening in love sex. and after all these years, more than two decades jesus christ, patrick just knows how to play her like an instrument. he knows just how to flick his fingers and how to use his mouth just right to have pete under him shaking and whimpering and so wet. he gets her to come twice before he even fucks into her. and pete grabs his face and pulls him up and rubs her thumb against his beard, wet with all her slick and come, and tells him she kinda wants to have another kid. and patrick just shakes and kisses her so hard because he's been thinking about it too and there's nothing he wouldn't give to pete. all of it has always been about giving pete what she wanted since he was a kid. something about her pulling him in and wanting to do anything she asked just so she would look at him and only him.

they come back from china with a plus one.

fin.

(PSA kids don't do any of this. fucking use a condom ffs)

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[he-goes-down]

Hi, it's me again, can I ask you for a smut with our dear Izzy, like him in the Juju Hounds era, like he's in a photoshoot and he and the fem reader that is the photographer have sex ? I love Izzy dreads!

OMG YESSSSSS juju hounds izzy is my life line

Photograph

Pairing: Izzy Stradlin x reader

Warnings: smut, videotaping, unprotected p in v, small dirty talk

Second Person POV:

“Okay and pose.”

You said and the flash snapped, temporarily blinding your boyfriend and his band as they tried their best to keep their eyes open. That was the end of the whole band shoot and it was time for just an Izzy cameo. “That was a good one, thanks guys.” You put a little thumbs up in the air as you peaked into the camera. The band started to leave to go to a bar down the street, they said bye to Izzy and yourself saying they’ll see the two of you later at the bar. “Okay Iz, come here.” You said and he walked up to you. You showed him some of the pictures and let him choose what he thought was the best. Soon it was the slotted time for his shoot.

“Okay, a little to the left, you arm a bit more up.” You spoke, peaking into the camera as you ordered him around. Another flash. You did another thumbs up as an indication he could stop his pose. “I love it when you order me around.” He flirted. You rolled your eyes and scoffed at his words. He soon began to do bad attempts at model poses. “Take a picture it’ll last longer.” He said striking a god awful pose. You laughed at his sillyness and was about to take a picture but he moved and you took a photo of him in the middle of a laughing smile. So cute. But you went back to your normal schedule photoshoot. Taking a few really good shots and a few crappy ones, crappy ones that were in his opinion, but you thought they we’re good, especially the model was a really sexy man.

You were soon finished with it and began to order around the photos you took, what will be further edited and what will be discarded. Izzy came up behind you, his arms wrapping around your waist resting on your hips, his mouth coming for a quick peck on the neck and then resting his head on your shoulder. Watching as you scrolled through the pictures on the camera. “What happens with the shit ones?” He asked. “They get deleted but I’m gonna keep these ones.” You told him, still looking through the photos you took of your boyfriend. “And do what with them?” He asked with a certain lusty and suggestive undertone. “Doesn’t matter, you won’t be there when I use them.” You played on with his joke. “Is that so?” He quirked an eyebrow and smirked at you, his mouth now going back to your neck but this time, suck snd biting the sensitive skin, making you moan in your mouth. “I’ll always be here when you… need me.” He took a suggestive pause. “No need for photographs.” He said, his one hand squeezing your hip and moving you to face him slightly. His other hand going from his hip to your heat. He passionately kissed you on the lips, you moaning against his mouth as his fingers passed over your cunt. The sexual noises spilling out from each others lips as his tongue entered your mouth and you began to heatedly make out

You started to frantically unbutton his shirt, wanting him to stop teasing your pussy and to fucking rail you. “Someone’s needy…” He said. His hands now going to your shirt, untucking it from your pants and traveling under your shirt feeling your bare skin. His hands staying at your upper torso, his thumbs playing with your sensitive nipples as he held you. “Izzy… fuck- just please…” You begged. “Mhm? Use your words baby.” He told you. “Izzy-…fuck me.” You softly panted. “Say no more.” He finished. Both of you began to shed off your clothes. Izzy went to one of the tables placing some of the equipment off the table, but taking the spare camera and putting it ,slightly tilted downwards on the self above the table. He pressed the record button. “Now you’ll have a video of me.” Izzy said taking you by the hand leading you to the table. Bending you over the table and adjusting his position behind you. His highly above average cock lining up to your pussy. Your cunt ached and screamed for his big dick to absolutely destroy you. “You ready baby?” He asked, gripping your hips tightly. You nodded and whined. “Good girl.” He said and he began to slowly penetrate through your clenching heat. His cock stretching you out roughly, making you back arch, but Izzy pushed you back down on the table, your tits and stomach pressing against the cold surface of the table. Izzy’s one hand now placed on your back and the other on your hip. He groaned loudly as he was all the way in you. “God, fuck baby…” He mumbled. You whined and clenched around as he began to thrust into you. Small slaps with each time his hips met your ass.

Izzy looked up straight to the camera, giving a wink before he grabbed both your hips and slammed into your pussy like no tomorrow. “F-…Fuck!” You screamed and moaned. Stuttering and mumbling as he railed you. “My girl likes to be fucked like a fucking slut yeah?” He smirked as he went harder and faster. “Mmm… Fuck! Izzy-…” you moaned his name as continued to repeatedly fuck your pussy till it went numb, hitting your g-spot making your head fog and your moans slur. You clenched around him hard feeling that you were about to cum from his hellish thrusts. He knew that feeling all too well, he knew every inch if how your body worked and how you liked it. “My good girl gonna cum?” He praised through pants. “Ah-! Izzy! Fuck!” You cursed and shook under his touch and dick. “Cum for me slut.” He told you and with that sparked your stomach to burn, your walls to clench and your legs to buck and shake. Cumming all over his dick, whining and whimpering as he still harshly fucked you. “Izzy-…” “Yes baby, I’m so close.” He huffed, his thrusts getting sloppy and faster as he pushed to cum inside you. “God- fuck!” He groaned loudly as he spilled inside you.

“Now you have something more to use in your alone time.”

A/n: it was really bad im sorry im running on 3 hours of sleep