#not sure about the pacing on this but i mean it to be a short fic so its not like there will really be time to spread it out any more
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OK I'm thinking aaron hotchner x wife!reader when he was sent to the middle east for a short bit to run a task force but then instead of him coming back for a "case" like he thought reader pulls him to the side and tells him he's gonna be a daddy for a second time! Just fluff
Mission: Daddy 2.0
A.H x Wife!Reader
Pure Fluff
Aaron Hotchner wasnât entirely sure what he was walking into. After weeks overseas, running a special task force in the Middle East, heâd expected a quiet return, maybe a subdued evening with you and Jack. But the minute he stepped through the front door, he knew something was different.
For one, you were practically buzzing with excitement, your energy so infectious it made his jet-lagged brain suspicious.
âYouâre back!â you exclaimed, throwing your arms around him before he could even set his bag down.
He laughed, the sound low and warm as he hugged you tightly. âIâm back,â he agreed, dropping a kiss on the top of your head. âMiss me?â
âLike you wouldnât believe,â you said, looking up at him with a sly smile. âYou hungry? Tired? Or are you up for⌠a surprise?â
That got his attention. âA surprise?â he repeated, his profiler instincts kicking in. âShould I be worried?â
You grinned mischievously, grabbing his hand. âOnly if you hate good news. Come on, sit.â
Hotch allowed himself to be pulled into the living room, where you all but pushed him onto the couch. He sank into the cushions, his curiosity growing by the second as you began to pace in front of him, clearly trying to find the right words.
âOkay,â you started, hands on your hips. âSo, you know how Jackâs been asking for a sibling?â
His eyebrows shot up, caught completely off-guard by the question. âI⌠do. You told him to ask Santa.â
You pointed at him. âExactly! Which was a brilliant distraction, thank you. But, uhâŚâ You trailed off, biting your lip to keep from laughing.
âBut?â he prompted, leaning forward.
âBut it turns out, we mightâve beaten Santa to it,â you blurted, throwing your hands up as if to say, Surprise!
For a moment, he just blinked at you, clearly trying to connect the dots. Then his gaze dropped to your stomachâthough there wasnât a visible change yetâand darted back up to your face.
âWait,â he said slowly, his tone incredulous but tinged with dawning realization. âAre you sayingâŚ?â
You couldnât hold back your grin any longer. âIâm pregnant, Aaron. Weâre having another baby!â
His reaction wasnât immediate. Instead, he sat there for a beat, looking almost comically frozen. Thenâlike a switch had been flippedâhe was on his feet, closing the distance between you in two long strides.
âYouâre serious?â he asked, his voice breathless as his hands found your waist.
âCompletely serious,â you replied, laughing at the way his face lit up.
He let out a stunned laugh, pulling you into a tight hug. âHow long have you known?â
âA few weeks,â you admitted, resting your head against his chest. âI wanted to tell you in person, but it was torture keeping it to myself.â
Hotch leaned back, looking down at you with a mixture of awe and teasing exasperation. âYou mean you let me get off a 14-hour flight and didnât warn me I was about to have my life changed?â
You smirked, looping your arms around his neck. âI figured a little suspense would keep you awake. Was I wrong?â
He laughed again, shaking his head. âNot wrong. Just⌠unbelievable.â His hands slid to your stomach, resting there gently as if he were afraid of breaking the moment. âAnother baby,â he murmured, his voice soft. âHow do you feel?â
âExcited,â you said honestly, covering his hands with yours. âAnd a little nervous. But mostly excited. Jackâs going to lose his mind.â
That earned another laugh, and Aaronâs eyes sparkled with amusement. âHeâs going to ask if he gets to name them.â
âOh, absolutely. And the first suggestion will be something ridiculous, like âSpider-Man Hotchner.ââ
âOr âCaptain Jack,ââ Aaron added dryly, earning a snort of laughter from you.
The two of you stayed like that for a moment, the excitement settling into something quieter but no less joyous. Finally, Aaron tilted his head, a sly smile curving his lips.
âYou know,â he said, âIâve faced international criminals, interrogated spies, and worked with some of the most brilliant minds in the world. But somehow, you still manage to outsmart me.â
You grinned, leaning up to kiss him. âThatâs because Iâm the real mastermind in this family, Hotchner. Donât forget it.â
âNever,â he murmured against your lips.
And as Jack came barreling down the stairs a few moments later, demanding hugs and peppering Aaron with questions, you knew this was only the beginning of a new, beautiful adventure for your growing family.
#aaron hotchner#hotchner x you#aaron hotchner fluff#aaron hotchner x female reader#hotch x y/n#aaron hotchner x reader
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There's a moment in Twilight Princess that I just played through and it's worked its way into my brain and I need to talk about it. Unfortunately screenshots just can't capture it, because the motion and pacing are so important. But bear with me.
Link has just safely escorted Ilia, Telma, and Ralis to Kakariko village. Ilia, the girl he's heavily implied to have feelings for, does not remember him. He leaves the inn where she and his other friends are staying and has a conversation with Telma. After she scurries off to talk with Renado, Link turns to enter the inn again. Facing the door, he hesitates. It's only after a short pause that he senses Rutela's spirit behind him. No, there is a moment where he intended to go inside and see his friends, then of his own volition, he chooses not to.
That hesitation means the world to his characterization. Why does he hesitate? I have an idea. He wants so badly to see Ilia. For the duration of his quest to this point, he had no idea if she was safe or not. For all he knew, the girl he loved could be dead. In this moment, he needs to be with her, catch up, make sure she's okay. Then he remembers. She doesn't know him anymore. At her core, she is still Ilia, but she isn't his Ilia. He doesn't want the pain of spending time with her when he knows she won't value their time together like she used to. And that hurts.
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Grand Arcane S2 review
because I really need it to move on
Remember how I mentioned I could write an entire book about everything that went wrong with this season? Well, this is what a little excerpt from it would look like.
Let's start with a personal note to clarify my relationship with this hell of a piece of media.
S1 was this miracle show that was able to break through the several years of depression and anhedonia and make me interested in something, make me try to get back into making art (or at least try to try), to put myself out there on the internet a bit, to try be a part of something and not ashamed of enjoying it, which I never allowed myself before. Coincidentally, I've been at what I thought then was the worst place in my life when it aired and it helped me a lot to get through it. I didn't even think I would make it to see S2, as thee years felt like forever then. Taking all that into consideration, I think you can already tell where this is going.
I honestly thought I was prepared for S2 not being good, as no show could be this perfect. Turns out I wasn't prepared at all. Act 1 made me very happy, so happy I watched it two times, but the rest is something I would've never watch again and rather forget about.
The characters I wanted to see the most were Warwick (body horror, The Wrath of Zaun haunting the streets - got just a glimpse of that, but it felt like nothing) and Viktor (cyborgs and cyber gore, misunderstood idealist, Blitzcrank - got basically nothing; the idea was kinda there somewhere, but got changed so much it didn't matter at all).
I can't believe they took a godforsaken champion like Viktor and not only ruined his story completely, but also managed to fuck up everything else by all of a sudden making him a center of all of this mess. The center being the arcane/hextech/magic, which never even gets resolved/explained. Still no idea why it got corrupted and what was the nature of it; the void was never taken anywhere despite being heavily hinted - everything was evil because it was, but luckily the magic of friendship saved us!! (I'll get to that)
Speaking of crucial plotlines that weren't taken anywhere.. Basically every character got screwed over and made empty. Let's use Vi for a quick example (may not actually be the best example, but hopefully you'll get what I mean) - when I saw the pit fighter scene released early, I expected to see it have a continuation in the show, but instead it ended up just being the exact same music video, nothing more. And that goes for some more events - they get compressed into music videos that make it all incredibly hollow. Fight scenes are fine like this, sure, but not something that was supposed to be a bit more emotional and serious. Anyway, they successfully made me hate most of the characters. Either hate or just straight up not recognize them, and in a bad way.
Long story short the pacing is awful (it only gets back to normal in ep7, as it resembles the structure of S1) and the writing sucks ass. I can't for the love of god believe it was written alongside S1. There's no way in hell - it's literally all the worst fan theories I've seen come to life and get mixed with fanservice. *puts on a tinfoil hat* Maybe this is the real why they needed an extra year or two, as S2 was initially supposed to be released earlier. No way in hell the same people who wrote S1 and cared so much about the characters would do anything like this. Riot must've gotten heavily involved, making us believe they cut the story short (I think 5 seasons in Piltover/Zaun were planned initially?) for the benefit of it, but all it really was is greed - let's make a bunch of bullshit happen and quickly move to another region to sell more skins for new champions.
Now let's get back to the ending. Man, it really had it all - the nonsense, the multiverse bullshit which basically makes nothing make sense anymore (if there was anything left), the (yes, I'm going to say it, because that's exactly what I felt) cringe and embarrassment. Never seen anything more hollow trying to convince me it was deep and emotional (sums up the whole show perfectly).
How the hell the only thing that was supposed to save Viktor from himself was Jayce telling him he's perfect the way he is? Sure, don't try to cure your illness (that my city caused, but "fortunately" another crucial part of the plot, which is the sister cities conflict, ceased to exist), it makes you beautiful, this is who you are (miserable, unwanted, feeling meaningless and like a burden, dying). I am at loss of words.
Now buckle up jayvik fans. I wasn't a fan of the ship as I'm not a fan of any ships in general, but now I despise it. I wouldn't mind if they actually went on with it, which no, they didn't. We don't want two men kissing (women making out is fine tho, won't make the gamers too angry), so let's play extra safe to make sure it could be explained as any type of other close bond (and that's exactly what Christian Linke does when asked about it). You disgusting cowards, either you show me this in plain sight and I wouldn't give it a second thought, or don't even try bring it up at all (and you can't deny it wasn't implied in S1 with all the Viktor's looks and parallels to Mel).
Where do I even begin? Because I don't think you have any idea on how many levels it actually sucks. If you read it as romantic it's basically telling me that if I was a gay man struggling with my feelings and not being able to confess for years, because I'm convinced I'm unworthy of love as something is inherently wrong with me, then the best I could get after surviving all this (what honestly seems like hell) is a hug, because you're ashamed of me and thus I should be ashamed of who I am till the very end.
Something equally bad is Jayce finding out (or rather we finding out) how wonderful the world could look like if he let go of his beautiful dream, his life's work, and killed himself - it never gets denied, as the corruption of hextech doesn't get explained.
Long story short, if you're struggling with your mental health, trauma issues, disability or any of the problems the characters you related to deal with, this show spits you in the face.
I could go on forever about everything that's wrong (even Jinx got played dirty), but let's finish with the few things I liked: act 1 was promising (it's when I believed they could still make sense of Viktor), fun Sevika's arcade arm fight, the epic fight at the Janna's temple (Woodkid goat), Jayce killing Salo (I felt something) and Jayce's glitchy madness in general, young Vander flashback (felt something), ep7 and Singed's story (the only one that makes any sense).
Other than that the show left me with nothing but void in my heart (I guess that's when it all went). The saddest thing being the masses love it anyway, as it seems they'll watch anything that's colorful enough. And Riot will make lots of money of off it, because in the end they never loose. I'm not denying Fortiche absolutely outdid themselves with the art, it's just heartbreaking nothing else even remotely stands up to it.
#hor.txt#it'll probably take me a few days to fix the spelling; pardon me#arcane#arcane spoilers#arcane review#arcane season 2#arcane critical#arcane rant#anti arcane#jayvik#viktor arcane#jayce arcane#mental health#arcane league of legends#league of legends#riot games
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pairing: arlong x f!reader tags: darkfic, noncon, facefucking, throatpie, fat reader, dead dove: do not eat, minors dni, one dick arlong word count: 1.4k
prompt: âYou think your father would still love you if he knew.â from this list, it just screamed Arlong. Feel free to send a character and a prompt from that list, if you want! Enjoy.
Arlong can be almost sweet behind closed doors, especially when you kneel in front of him, with his cock deep down your throat.
Webbed fingers caress the top of your head, a sign that youâre doing your job well. If you didnât, heâd make sure to show you - and the countless times he slapped your face with either his dick or an open hand have made you keenly aware of what is to his liking and what isnât. You lean into his touch and ease him deeper into you, making sure to flutter your eyes at his own. Nothing but a malicious smile greets you, sharp teeth glinting in the light. Arlong loves seeing your absolutely ruined face - the more spit and tears and debauchery, the better. Sometimes he has you apply makeup only to watch it spill over your skin, creams and powders smeared by sheer force and your mixed bodily fluids.
There is nothing of that on your face today, yet he seems satisfied with your efforts, that small spark of amusement that youâve come to chase dancing in his eyes. Itâs the only thing saving you from another night as his footstool or, even worse, from having to serve alcohol to his crew. Simply keeping your throat relaxed, spilling some tears and fighting the urge to puke all over his sandals is a million times better than kicks or sleeping on the floor. Even if it means having to endure one of his other quirks - the eternal monologues. He likes to hear himself talk. As if on cue, Arlong sighs and leans back when you gag up another wad of saliva around his cock, taking one hand from your head to scratch his neck leisurely.Â
âSmart womanâ, he says and sounds utterly pleased with himself. You try to steel yourself for another round of escalating insults. âYou saw how much better we are than you and immediately knew to submit.â Ah, his favorite topic. He never fucks you without mentioning how inferior you are to him, never fucks you without talking himself into a frenzy about it. His asinine ramblings are just as much a part of defiling you as is treating you like a flesh toy and they leave you with hot ears and teary eyes every time. He knows how to twist his words just enough to make them hurt, no matter how often he re-uses his insults, recycles his phrases - they just find a way to worm themselves into your brain. âI wish all humans were as perceptive as you, really.â
You donât acknowledge him as you focus on softening your throat and catching breaths where you can. If you lose your pace now, get slower or donât take him as deep, that terrifying hand is sure to remind you, even if he appears to be preoccupied with his talking. Itâs all an act. A part of the same old dance and song.Â
âSuch an obedient little whoreâ, he sighs above you, then he chuckles to himself. âWell, not so little, hm?â
Youâre too focused on breathing to let that comment bother you - his crew is worse, groping and whistling at you whenever they catch a glimpse of you, beckoning you over, daring you to sit on their laps until your ass spills over. Youâve long since lost your name, being called their little cow instead.
âBut thatâs alright, thatâs why I like you. Donât break so easily, do you?â Giant hands clasp the sides of your head until you feel like your temples are about to pop. Maybe your brains will simply burst out like the flesh of an overly ripe watermelon one of these days and it will all be over. Who knows with this tyrant; who knows if youâll even see tomorrow? Itâs such a bleak thought, but this is your existence now. Had been your fate ever since you came up short for the ridiculous taxes Arlong ordered from your people - in a way, you should be grateful that he didnât shoot you in front of your village and most importantly, your poor, old father. Better this and a waning sliver of hope than a headstone, you figure. âHold still, sowâ, he breathes out, just the tiniest bit labored. Good, you think, entirely numb and obey. It means heâs close and youâll probably be done for the day in a matter of minutes. Maybe youâll even be allowed a shower later.Â
Itâs not necessarily easier when he moves instead of you - because he doesnât just fuck your face, he brutalizes it. It might be just a bit less exhausting for the muscles of your neck and shoulders, but the way he crams himself as deep as possible while setting a pace faster you could ever bop your head has you counting every second, clinging onto consciousness with wide eyes and snot bubbling out of your nose. The sounds are obscene. Between the gurgling and glugging of your throat and the sharp slapping of his balls as they hit your chin with a heft youâll feel for the rest of the night, you feel more like an animal than ever. He never holds back, no matter how many times he insists that youâre considerably weaker than him, how delicate you are despite your softness. You are simply cattle to him, something he owns and does with as he pleases. And you better take it.
âYou think your father would still love you if he knew? Old man is probably sitting at home, twiddling his thumbs while I fuck his precious daughterâs mouth and defile her cow titsâ, he rasps out eyes boring into yours. Arlong always gets the nastiest when heâs chasing his orgasm and mentioning your father is just as vile as it gets. You gag around him but donât look away, not even as the picture of your dad doing just that springs into your head.âOr maybe he realizes that this is for the best? That this is the place you belong?â
Arlong tips his head back and delivers a particularly brutal thrust to your face. Your hand flies up to at least give yourself the illusion of purchase but it gets shaken off his rapidly moving thigh. The only thing that isnât being rattled is your skull, still framed by his hands.
âUnderneath me, used by me, like the despicable sow you are. Maybe Iâll fuck some little bastards into you one day. You like the thought of that, do you? You live to serve, donât you?âÂ
He wheezes that last sentence out, the thought clearly arousing to him. Itâs one of his favorites - claiming every last part of you, your womb included. And with the way he keeps fucking you almost every day, it wonât be too long until it becomes reality. âI should fill you up so full you can barely walk and then parade you into town. Show peepaw his grandkids. Maybe Iâll let them play with him when theyâre old enough. See if he survives.â
Itâs too much. The sheer force, the lack of air, the fluids running out of every orifice, but worst of all, the way he keeps talking about your father. The face you make must be ugly and desperate because he simply laughs, full-bellied and nasty. Itâs all he needs to take him over the edge. Arlong crushes your nose against his coarse pubes, against his stomach as he groans. Not even a second passes and his cock is moving in your throat, filling you with loads of hot, terribly slimy cum. It feels as though heâs directly in your stomach, even though that is entirely impossible. It takes everything in you not to struggle away from the iron grip on your head, even as your esophagus starts to jolt and as another wave of tears spills over. He basks in the moment above you, jaw slack and eyes closed for once - only when you canât help the ugly sobs that are building up between the bouts gagging, he finally pulls out. A disgusting mix of saliva, mucus and semen follows in an amount that can only be described as ungodly. Arlong laughs at the way you retch it all out, a little breathless, but still not done with you. In the very last act of domination, he uses his softening cock to spread the abysmal-smelling fluids all over your face and hair as you can only cry, entirely without shame. He loves that, too.
And itâs the only time youâll ever hear him utter something akin to tender. âGood girl.â
Really, Arlong can be almost sweet behind closed doors. Almost.
#one piece x reader#arlong x reader#chubby reader#fat reader#/arlong#/one piece#tw.noncon#tw.violence
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re: modern day flashback: That would be so fun! I'm a bit confused, though-- the trip to Edinburgh was to go to The Resurrectionist for the Everyday mystery (& for Aziraphale to go to the graveyard to work on his PTSD)? I do think we're probably going to briefly flash back to *very* modern days-- to after Aziraphale blew up his halo and The Metatron got on the circle floor zoom thing, as Aziraphale seemed to be saying happened the prior night during the morning of the end of 2.06.
We're going to see that Aziraphale told The Metatron to go fuck himself the night before right around the time that Aziraphale gets off the elevator in Heaven and is brought to... The Metatron. Because the one who took on that appearance and showed up with the coffee in The Final 15 is Satan. Hell doing Heaven's punishing for them a la the Job minisode, as Furfur brought up again just before The Final 15. Then, the actual falling part of Aziraphale's fall happens.
Our angel's a demon now but he's about to become the last angel to fall because the concept of Aziraphale being seen as evil is going to be enough to break the brains of every other character in this show enough that it's going to wind up toppling Heaven and Hell by them challenging The Metatron over it. That would be needed to help some people see what they just watched in The Final 15 differently and set us off running for The Finale.
If they want to show us another era that is closer to modern (by comparison to others lol), didn't they want to do the 1980s at one point? That would be fun. Like with anything, it'd have to be short and critical to the story to make it into The Finale but we don't know what else they have in store for us.
re: Bad Omen... Funny you should mention that... *dark snerk* I do think there was a plan for a Bad Omen-- not within the story but the show itself...
Didja notice how damn neat and tidy what I laid out in that post is? Like, suspiciously neat and tidy? I've had the thought that S2 was done in such a way intentionally that it would be possible for it to be concluded as a season or a movie. The asshole was always a ticking time bomb. I'm sure it was planned with options and I'm glad we get an ending but I've plotted story before and this was left in S2 in a perfect place to go either way with a season or a movie. I don't think that was sheer dumb luck.
S2 went deeper and slower in a way the story needed and it might have seemed like nothing was happening at times but everything really was. People mistake fast, action-oriented scenes for story. It's one of the reasons why the Armageddon threat being over so quickly in 1.06 throws some people. They don't realize that all the legwork to build to that quick dispatching of the threat was the slower-paced stuff they were watching the whole season through. The Finale is going to be the same way. People are freaking out about there not being enough time for flashbacks and it's just like... get Crowley & Gabriel to see what's going on and rally the other characters together and once that's in place within the first third of The Finale? They can end the fascist Mr. Potato Head in the length of time of a commercial break because we already spent S2 watching them get to that place.
Would I want more? Sure. Always. I love this show. Since the news of the film broke, though, have I ever been concerned that the film is too short to handle the main story points left and conclude it in a way that people will love? Not for a single second. It's going to be great.
<<The F15 was essentially the end of act 2. We only have the final act to uncover.>>
Exactly. I think people are concerned because they think that S3 was going to be about Jesus judging humanity and it's not. In a lot of Christian traditions, The Second Coming and Armageddon are more two parts of a whole rather than being the same thing. In order to get to the Jesus part, the war of Armageddon has to already be fought and won. In Good Omens, that would mean Earth would be destroyed and Heaven would defeat Hell. That's not happening. We may well see Jesus again before it's all over but, if we do, it's going to be briefly in some quirky capacity, not because The Second Coming in the Biblical sense was successful.
The Metatron's end goal is to get through Armageddon to The Second Coming but the plot is really Armageddon: Round Two. It's the same as it was in S1-- they have to stop Armageddon. They can do that by coming together and getting rid of The Metatron. That's very do-able with the time that's left because it's really now just a matter of needing something that pulls the characters back together and motivates them to do this-- i.e., needing to help Aziraphale.
The Finale is really more like not having a S3 but, instead, having a bonus, two episode finale to S2. I think it helps to think of it all more like we've only seen six of the eight episodes of S2, which is the final season, because The Finale isn't a separate plot with a new starting place. It's going to pick up where S2 left off.
<<If I was running the show I would hit us up with the flashbacks back to back like in S1, ending on their new arrangement which would feed right into the final 15. Recontextualise everything, and then hit the ground running...>>
Oh, you're a dastardly writer. *grins* I like your style! Just come in hot, flip everything on its head, leave everyone reeling and riveted through to the end. I think it could very well be like that and that would be a lot of fun.
I have a pretty big suspicion that the first scene of The Finale is The Vavoom. Whether that's a one-off scene that flips the kiss in The Final 15 on its head for some people and then goes into the opening title sequence and we're back in the present or whether it's the start of a second cold open, I don't know.
I tend to agree with you that doing a flashback sequence cold open to start The Finale would be pretty amazing. Structurally, I think this is the best place for it to go... in large part because of what could happen immediately in the present on the other side of it.
Imagine they cold open for, like, 25 minutes straight like they did in 1.03 and we go through time with Crowley & Aziraphale again in a half-dozen scenes and now, since they're past the point of needing to duck and weave in order to pull off the S2 twist, these are all pretty openly romantic scenes. The ancient times first kiss, a story around the cottage making us unable to wait for them to go live there, the origins of "A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square", the last part of 1941, etc...
...and then, while we're all trying to come up for air? Boom, we're back in the present, where Aziraphale gets off the elevator and is taken to the The Metatron to fall-- and Saraqael takes his memories before he does.
Everything we just finally watched is, for the moment, now gone in the story. We saw it to set up its existence being temporarily erased. Aziraphale goes into the pit of boiling sulphur and... cue the opening title sequence.
They should definitely do that. đ People would be screaming.
Ok,Since the Good Omens Finale is only going to be 90 minutes,I have a feeling we might not get a flashback sequence.
Hi there, @rougeside4 đ I made an apple pie, if you want some. đAllow me to offer a different take? I wouldn't worry about this. There will be flashbacks. It's not the show without them.
Short thing on why we're definitely getting flashbacks and on which ones we can maybe see as being very likely still in The Finale.
The secret sauce of Good Omens, imho, is that the real juice of the story is actually always in the flashbacks. The flashbacks that we see are not random; they're always written to support the story in the present. There's a point to why it is these flashbacks we are seeing-- and when and in what order we are seeing them--when Crowley and Aziraphale have been on Earth for over 6,000 years and we could see any of their adventures. They're designed to inform our understanding of the story in the present. The real beating heart of the story is in the scenes set in the past and the story in the present would lack... *searches for words* emotional resonance? thematic weight? general, dramatic oomph? all of these?... if they were to cut the past. Put more plainly: it would suck đ, and they're smart enough not to do that.
I think some of the most exciting parts of The Finale are actually going to be the flashbacks, just like how they were always the biggest treats in S1 and S2. In the way that they roll those out to us, piece by piece, they're changing our understanding of what we're watching in the present. The meaning of the story in the present is driven by the flashbacks in the past to a point that you cannot have one without the other.
Good Omens is actually driving all of its suspense and anticipation through the story in the past and that's what makes its non-linear storytelling clever. After all, right now, most people know this thing has a happy ending and aren't worried about that, right? We know Crowley and Aziraphale will get back together and be fine and no one is stressing over that. (And if you are... really? Guys. Honestly?! It's called Good Omens. It's a romance. It's a sweet, cuddly show. It's going to be fine. đ)
So, what are we curious about, if not where it's going in the present?
1941, Part 3, right? Whether or not there's an ancient times vavoom coming our way? What the deal is with Jane Austen and/or 1650? Whether or not we might be surprised with a flashback that hasn't already been set up earlier in the story and what that might be?
Our biggest questions in the story aren't about what will happen in the future but about what we might get to see that has already happened in the past.
There is actually no conceivable way to do The Finale without flashbacks because the entire story is built towards having at least a couple of essential ones happen in its end game. I would not be surprised if at least somewhere around a third of The Finale is set in the past. Are there ones that we would have had with a full season that will be cut? Yes, but, are there also ones, though, that are too essential to cut because the entire story for two seasons has been building towards eventually revealing them to the audience in the final part of the story? Oh, yeah. đ
Guaranteed: 1941, Part 3. There is no chance that they cut this-- none. They have built the ending of this trilogy of flashbacks to support the ending of the story in the present so it has to happen. It doesn't need to be an entire minisode in length. Part 2 really did all the heavy-lifting with plot and themes here, and Part 1 was a single, brilliant, not terribly long scene. If Amazon reduced The Finale to 15 minutes long, I think the show would still find a way to put 1941, Part 3 in there. The first two parts were so pivotal to the themes and parallels of the story in the present and it's the only flashback that we keep getting installments of throughout the story so its Part 3 is going somewhere massive. If there's one flashback that's in The Finale, it's this one.
Extremely, extremely likely: the ancient times vavoom to which they have been building in clues and hints for two seasons that is going to flip the entire show on its head by going back to The Flood. It would parallel and add extra weight to all the conflicts we have in the story in The Finale that were set into motion by the end of S2-- the kiss, one of them leaving/them being separated, the threat of an apocalyptic-like event, etc.. It would, in almost no time at all, complete the narrative magic trick of the show by turning it inside out for the audience.
The show that shows everything backwards has been sitting on the real first kiss the entire time and saving it until the end game of the story and that end game is The Finale so expect that angel and that demon to be sheltering under a canopy from a rainstorm in the very long ago days and break the internet in the process.
If I were them, I'd even open The Finale with this flashback, just because of how much it's going to pull the rug out from under The Final 15. After all, the first two seasons opened with a canopy-and-rain-themed scene, did they not? Just one wing at a time, though... no under a canopy together yet. No gazing into each other's eyes and vavooming. That bit of the beginning of their story has always been going to be shown to us in the end of the story. It could well be the, well, beginning of the end of that story by opening The Finale. We'll have to see. Either way, it's in there.
It's also worth mentioning that both of these above flashbacks would be going back to eras we've already visited in the story so no time would need to be devoted to setting up the scenes. That would seem to make them easier to not cut, in addition to how narratively important they are.
Going To Be In There In Someway, Somehow: A flashback that sets up the South Downs Cottage ending, which is suspected to be the Jane Austen flashback because of her living in real life in the South Downs around the years that it was mentioned in S2 that Crowley and Aziraphale knew her.
When this was set up for S3 back in S2, the Jane Austen story felt juicy enough to potentially be a whole minisode in length. Maybe especially since it's probably how they are going to be build a history of the cottage between Crowley and Aziraphale to help give emotional weight to them going to live there in the present at the end of the story. I've no idea what this looks like with a shortened run time. They might abbreviate or maybe it was never even that long in the first place? They might do something different in its place? It's hard to say, since we don't know, but they've got to do something to set up the cottage, so...
Whatever this winds up being, though, we're now up to three flashbacks that have to happen because of how they connect to the story in the present in The Finale. These are three, non-negotiable ones, basically-- and we are obviously only looking at ones that we can see having been set up already.
There is also the fact that there's usually a surprise flashback that wasn't set up but which is crucial to the story, like the Job minisode was in S2. It fits in perfectly, retrospectively, but we were intentionally not really given enough in S1 to see it coming in S2 so that there was something unpredictable for us to enjoy. I'm not expecting anything as long as Job again but there could still be a scene more 1.03 Cold Open in length that we don't even know is essential at this point because we aren't meant to know at this point but, much like we did with Bildad đ, we will see as vital to everything once we see it.
Including that as a possibility, we're now up to four flashback scenes that seem unlikely to be chopped from The Finale. What I just described, give or take and depending on the length of 1941, Part 3, is probably collectively getting within shouting distance of the run time of the 1.03 Cold Open-- and that's going really bare bones and only talking about the scenes that seem too story-essential to consider cutting. There's also one more that might meet that criteria...
Could Go Either Way: 1650. If this has nothing to do with Agnes Nutter, it's probably gone. If it's how Agnes has an appearance in the end of the story to pull stuff together, they'll probably find a way to put it in there because... Agnes. đ
No one knows what this thing is supposed to be about but we do know that it was set up in S2 for S3 and, between Aziraphale mentioning it, the historical ties to eccles cakes to this era, the fact that it could potentially show a Whickber Street in early development and, most importantly, that it's set five years before Agnes Nutter died, whatever this thing is? It's intriguing. We don't know how long it was meant to be but if it's something that was minisode-length but could be reworked to be shorter-- or if just was always short in length-- it's probably still in there.
It's very possible to have many, quality scenes that hop throughout time in a very short period of time. The 1.03 Cold Open is about 23 minutes long and jam-packed with goodness. I have no idea if they're going to sprinkle flashbacks in throughout The Finale or if they're going to do a flashback sequence like 1.03/Ineffable Bureaucracy again but I do think that at least a third of The Finale-- so, roughly 30 minutes of it, give or take-- are likely flashbacks.
We are going into this movie a lot closer to the end of the story in the present than I think it may appear to some at this point. All the set up work to get the characters into place to overthrow The Metatron in The Finale was already done in S2. It's not going to take 90 minutes for Aziraphale to be in trouble, Crowley and Ineffable Bureaucracy to find out and rally the troops, everyone to challenge The Metatron, expose him as a fraud, and kill the threat of Armageddon by overthrowing Heaven and setting it up to be democratized. That's pretty much what everyone knows needs to happen in The Finale and what is likely going to be the main story in the present in S3.
We know what is going to happen because we know it has a happy ending and we know that we need the Armageddon threat gone for the South Downs Cottage happy ending to occur. We know the only answer is that they've got to overthrow The Metatron. Whether you think the plot is Supreme Archangel Aziraphale or whether you're like me and think the plot is that Aziraphale is in mid-fall as of the end of S2 and that's the thing that triggers the other characters to come together against Heaven, the end result is still going to be the same: The Metatron's gotta go and everyone's got to come together to make that happen if we're getting the happy ending we already know we're getting.
We are all sitting here knowing pretty much exactly what the story in the present is going to be in The Finale and that's because the story has set it up so that we do. Yes, there's going to be joy in watching that unfold but a story designed like a magic trick has to have suspense and give the audience a sense of anticipation. We feel that from this story and from where are we getting that?
The past. The flashbacks.
Everyone knows what the end of this story in the present is but no one knows for sure where, say, 1941 is going, or what new things about Crowley and Aziraphale the past will show us in The Finale. Every new thing we see in the past? Changes our view of the present. That's what makes the story clever. It's also what makes it enjoyable. They cannot cut flashbacks because they'd be cutting the most interesting parts of the story and what makes Good Omens the quirky, unique bird it is.
The present and the past are so interwoven in the story that I'm pretty sure that it is impossible to do Good Omens without flashbacks. The only question going into The Finale is which ones they're going to surprise and delight us with. Don't lose faith or sleep over it-- at minimum, we'll see Crowley's 1941 hat again and that, truly, is all any of us really need to survive.
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Tagged by @eddiebabygirldiaz for seven sentence Sunday! Hereâs uhhhhh more than that from a buddietommy vacation threesome fic-
The day is hot enough that Buck is curled up like a bug on the dock between them. Heâd stayed in the water longer than Tommy or Eddie had, and had swum out further than either of them, so when heâd crawled back up onto the old wood planks heâd chugged an entire water bottle and promptly passed out. Eddie glances down at his bare torso, just starting to get a little pink.
âShould probably get sunscreen on him again.â
Tommy snorts as he leans backwards, stretching out to grab the spray can. âAnd youâre worried youâve forgotten how to be a dad.â
âFuck off,â Eddie says as Buck, still asleep, makes a similar sound when Tommy mists him all over with cold sunscreen. âItâs been months, man, thatâs so long for a kid, who knows what heâs even into now-â
âMinecraft, right?â Tommy says as he smooths his hand over a few places the sunscreen pooled on his boyfriendâs back. âWasnât he on a video call with you and Buck about it for like three hours on Friday? Something about- uh- command blocks?â
Eddie is mildly impressed Tommy remembers the word â maybe â because he certainly doesnât. Buck had only been slightly better at following along than he had as theyâd squinted at the probably impressive pixels on the laptop screen. âI donât know, I just feel likeâŚâ Every morning, still, he wakes up and thinks he needs to get Chrisâ breakfast started. Whole parts of his being are wired around taking care of his kid, but since heâs been gone Eddie has been trying â in fits and starts and most of the time guiltily â to figure out what the rest of him is for. Itâs part of what got him into the whole mess in the first place, chasing after the dreams of a 19 year old who got those dreams from his parents. A nice wife (but they never liked her, did they) and a good job (but firefighting is too dangerous, isnât it) and a picket fence (one closer to home, Eddie, youâve gone too far away.) So he owed it to Chris, owed it to himself, to figure out what the fuck he actually wants, so he doesnât keep twisting himself into knots and taking out everyone around him when the line breaks. Heâs not sure heâs any closer to whatever that is â other than itâs unlikely to include a wife of any kind â but in the time heâs taken trying, what if other things got lost in the upheaval? âI keep thinking Iâll just- not remember to do something. Forget how field trip permissions slips work, or not know what shoe size he wears, or- I donât know. Anything. I wonât pack his lunch and it wonât be the end of the world but heâll be hungry that day.â
Tommy leans back on his palms and looks across at him, quiet and thoughtful for a few moments in that way he has, like heâs thinking through every possible response before he speaks. He is, maybe; heâd confessed to Eddie that heâd spoken too quickly when he was younger, is embarrassed about a lot of the dumb shit heâd said, so he tries to take his time with his words now. âEddie. You took us up here this weekend to check and make sure this place is accessible to take your kid to this summer. And- I get thatâs a big thing, a big gesture, and maybe youâre worried about messing up the small stuff, but⌠Youâve still got his favorite kind of jelly in the fridge that nobody else eats. You love him, and he knows that. Youâre gonna do fine.â He shrugs. âAnd heâs almost fourteen, if you forget to hand him lunch heâs gonna let you know.â
Eddie huffs a small laugh. âYeah, I guess he will.â He groans a little, shaking his head. âFourteen years old, thatâs fucking crazy. I donât feel old enough for that to be true.â
Tommy rolls his neck so it audibly cracks. âYeah, yeah, you whippersnapper.â
Eddie grins at him. âYou feeling the exercise, old man? Need to go lay down?â He cackles and leans away as Tommy grabs the can and sprays a burst of sunscreen at him.
Between them Buck grunts at the commotion, and rolls towards Eddie. He presses his face into the meat of his bare side above his trunks, and wraps his long arms around his torso. Eddie glances up at Tommy, who just looks fondly amused. âUh. Wrong guy, there, bud.â
Buck stills, and then pulls back a little to squint up at him. Eddieâs not particularly ticklish, but something like goosebump are shivering across the skin of his stomach where Buckâs forearm rests against him. He has to actively try not to shudder as Buck pulls back and rolls the other way, Eddie watching hypnotized as he gives Tommy the same treatment. Buck presses a little kiss onto Tommyâs hip, in the spot he had just been cuddled into on Eddie, and Eddieâs mouth goes dry.
Tommy lets out a little breath, and Eddie doesnât think heâll be able to use the sun as an excuse for how pink heâs gotten as his eyes snap up to the other manâs face. Except- heâd been expecting a raised eyebrow, a flat mouth, some visual indicator of disapproval, that this is one step Buckandeddie too far, that all the rest of their codependent lives have been fine, a platonic kind of care built over years of being there for each other through the worst of the worst, but now the uncomfortable answer to what Eddie wants, the uncomfortable answer heâs been trying to avoid because it's something he cannot have, has been found out and the messy insides of him will have once again ruined something good. But what he finds is a tiny little smile and heavy eyes that-
Well, they donât look disapproving in the slightest.
âYou guys hungry?â Buck mutters, words muffled by Tommyâs skin. âWe should go start the grill.â
Tommyâs little smile gets wide and lazy, eyes still stuck on Eddie. âI could eat,â he says.
Tagging @iinryer @shitouttabuck @butchdiaz @chronicowboy @homerforsure @rewritetheending @bigfootsmom if you have anything you want to share!
#not sure about the pacing on this but i mean it to be a short fic so its not like there will really be time to spread it out any more#tag games#seven sentence sunday#buddietommy
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C*M RIGHT ON ME, I MEAN CAMARADERIE â
â sum. whatâs bed chem? where they like to finish inside, when you both arrive at the same time, and the thermostatâs set at six-nine. toji, nanami, choso, gojo, sukuna.
warnings. fem! reader, established relationships, unprotected, premature ejac, lots of cĂşmplay, Ĺral (m! receiving), praise, dirty talk, overstim, impact play, squĂrting, bĹob job, manhandling, size kink, spĂt, brÄeding kink.
â NANAMI KENTO - TUMMY.
nanami was a gentlemanâhe didnât mind filling you up, but heâd rather prefer to paint your tummy instead. heâd always have you in missionary too, giving you deep passionate strokes whilst heâs buried nose deep near the crook of your neck. âsweetheart, youâre doinâ so good,â he softly rasps as blond tresses of hair glue against his perspiring skin. with just how close he wasâyou feel his husky pants ghost against your skin, nearly tasting his loud rosemary cologne scent. âmmh, missed you all day at work. had a boner in my meeting ân everything.â
ây- yeah?â you pant right with him, weak arms wrapping around his broad narrow shoulders. nanamiâs so slow that itâs almost painful, trying to make every thrust count. youâre slathering his entire cock with nothing but your slippery slick, hearing the weeping sloshes purr from beneath your folds. he was hitting you good, and the back of your ankles find themselves running down his chiseled back. with a sheepish smileâyou meet his mahogany-eyed gaze, moaning put sweet nothings. âyou werenât thinkinâ about me in your meeting, were you âken?â
âah,â he grunts, âyou know i was, sweetheart,â and heâs staring at you with the most warmest expression. his soft fawn eyes linger on you the entire time and he brings a tender kiss near the twitching corner of your mouth. âall i think about is you,â he kisses near underneath your chin. âonly you,â and you moan once he sneaks a hand down between your sprawled open thighs, giving your stuffed pussy a loving pat. âand of course her.â
nanamiâs pace slowly accelerated as he movedâ you canât help but drag your nails down his back, clinging onto him for dear life. âfuck,â your head falls back against the cushioned pillow thatâs laid directly behind you. his hips, they were delicious.
nanami pounds into you in such a romantic way, and yet his thrusts were far more crude. he knew how to fuck, and he knew how to hit all the right spots to make you gasp. âkento, ohmygod,â youâd whine out his name constantly in sweet repeated syllables. âfaster, âs okay, fuck me. fuck m- me.â
âsuch a naughty mouth my wife has,â he whispers, and his voice pitchesâgrowing a bit raspy. heâs driving fat inches into you, jaggedly crashing his hips into you again and again. you moan, feeling strands of his hair tickle against your forehead. âoughta clean it,â his voice goes even lower, and the bass that lives on his tone makes you throb. he feels itâyour spongy insides desperately convulsing around him. nanami cups your chin, pressing a wet chaste kiss against your lips. âfaster, hm? âs that what you want, my love?â
as your eyes start to flicker back, rolling toward the very depths of your craniumâyou whimper, babbling out pathetic whiny cries by this point. ây- yes, faster please âken. need it, fuck me.â
his body sticks against yours practically - skin against skin, and heâs attached to you like velcro.
your cuntâs soaking him fully and it makes him bite the inside of his hollow cheek. nanami reaches onto the wooden-made headboard with a single burly arm, and you moan at the sight of his bulging muscles flexing from his grasp. âi see you checking me out, honey,â he chuckles, his hips bucking even quicker. you whimper once his cock kisses up against your clit. it scratches such a carnal itch in your brain that makes your thighs almost collapse. fuck, he found the spot, he found that spot and now you were sure your brain was short-circuiting. fuzziness coils at your brain before you cutely try to paw your hands at his arms. âgo âhead. feel me up, sweetheart. these muscles belong all to you.â
as your hands feel against his brick hard muscles, nanamiâs blond brows contort into a furrow once he feels a sudden familiar strain. âoh, god,â and you feel this pace gradually slow down. he bites his lip, still holding onto the headboard while another hand grips your waist. âhoney, youâre gonna make a mess out of me again, fuck.â
nanami rarely swearsâbut when he does, it makes you throb. he tries not to, but whenever heâs stuffed deep inside of your cunt, he canât help it. youâre clinging onto him with your pretty thighs wrapped around his slim waist. âcum, âken.â you moan, flimsy arms wrapping around his tense shoulders. nanamiâs weight hovers over you completely, and he feels your finger twirl against his faint blond chest hair. he huskily groans, giving you those last final deep strokes before shooting complete blanks.
with quickness, nanami pulls his cock outâ and he sprays globs of satiny ribbons right on your bare tummy. he groans as his pink lips purse together and heâs shaking. your pussyâs so soaked, and he only imagined what would happen if he came inside. the thought purged his mindâflooding his thoughts, and he takes a few seconds before collapsing right on your chest.
âare you alright?â he pants, resting his chin between your breasts. for a faint moment, you see him pouting and you kiss his forehead. a sheepish grin spreads against his lips before you feel him softly pressing down on your tummy. âi wasnât too harsh, was i?â
âagain, kento,â you playfully coo, and heâs taken by surprise once you suddenly get up, lightly shoving him on his back. landing with a quiet âoof,â nanami falls back against the bed with a timid look in his eyes, allowing you to straddle his lap. âthis time, inside though.â
âyes maâam,â he replies in a cheeky tone, still sweating as he brings his broad bare hands toward your waist. âletâs see if you can handle me, sweetheart,â and you moan once he abruptly spanks your ass, leaning in to whisper against your ear. âyour move.â
â CHOSO KAMO - TITS.
âget on your knees,â choso mumbles, remembering you wanted him to be a bit more rough whenever it came to intimate activities. heâs got the biggest pout though as heâs stroking himself awkwardly, a pout twisting against his pink lips. ââŚplease,â he murmurs quietly, watching as you got down on your knees, reaching an arm behind you to unclasp your bra. chosoâs already panting as he gawks, swollen round thumb grazing up against his veiny bulging cock. âgood girl, good.â
âyou remember what to do next, baby?â you sweetly hum, cupping each of your springy tits. god, you looked so pretty. choso loved finishing on your chest. after you demonstrated to him what a âboob jobâ was, he became obsessed. sure, he liked finishing inside too but he always preferred thisâspraying creamy ropes near your breasts, and his favorite part was to always shove his cock in between them.
you taught him a lot, and maybe he was far dirtier than you expected.
with a nod, he continues to pump his cock into his hand before groaning out a, âmhm,â and he kisses his teeth. already, he was close. you drove him crazy - you and him both knew that, and it makes him get harder at realizing how big of a mess heâs about to make - on you.
chosoâs cock was so pretty â itâs long, and stands tall right before your eyes. your eyes rove at how itâs got a slight left lazy curve due to how heavy it was, as well as having a prodding vein running down the middle of his shaft. you canât help but lean in, lapping your tongue against the vein as you bounce your doughy twin mounds with the palm of your hands. âf- fuck, baby youâre teasinâ me,â he moans, a hand of his grabbing onto the top of your head. dewy eyes of yours slowly glance up at him and you hum, licking a long playful stripe right down from his swollen tip until you reach his shaven base. âah, you donât wanna wait, do you? should i justââ
âgo âhead, âcho,â you coo, twiddling your thumbs against the sensitive nubs of your nipples. doing so, you make yourself twitch between your legs and you moan, giving his achy tip a quick kiss.
âo- okay,â he swallows thickly, and his breaths become more and more shallow. chosoâs abs tighten and clench and you watch how a single drop of sweat races down the very center. heâs got the prettiest expressions. his lip quivers before he gnaws on it, letting off a soft whine at the tightening pressure thatâs arising against his cock. âbaby, tell me if itâs too much,â he mumbles with pouty lips, and thatâs when he aligns his shaft in between your jiggling breasts. a perfect fit, he moans immediately once you sit up with a teasing smile, circling your tits around repeatedly. âfuck, keep doinâ that. touch yourself, uh huh.â
as your hands cling onto your plump breasts, heâs slowly thrusting his dick in between your tits. you feel that same prodding vein that runs against his shaft against your skin and you sigh. âcum, choso. give it tâ me.â you softly utter, never breaking eye contact. choso practically had heart eyes â only you could talk to him like that and make him entirely weak. he lets off a sweet elongated moan, watching with saucer-wide eyes as his hardened dickâs gradually disappearing in between the valley of your breasts.
ângh, âm cumming,â he groans in a low voice, inhaling his final sharp breath. as chosoâs nostrils flare up, itâs only then that he abruptly cums on your chest, painting the upper part of your frame with his creamy white color. âmmh, shit,â his head tosses back, and his dick finally grows flaccid. chosoâs soft now, and his tipâs still the same rosy white, streams and streams of speedily dribbling from the sides. heâs huffing as a bit of it plops on your cheek and you swipe a thumb against it, lapping it right up. âbaby, youâre s- so dirty.â
âfor you,â you reply in a honeyed tone, leaning in more to slowly swirl your tongue around his throbbing crowned tip. foaming minuscule bubbles ooze from the reddened head of his cock and he groans, still feeling the euphoric after effects of his body. the sensitivity of it all feels good, and it leaves an unforgettable sweet taste in his mouth. youâre still on your knees and as heâs coated the entire parts of your tits with spurts of hot dripping cum. you lick your lips, giving his tip one more kiss. âyou did so good, baby. good boy.â
with his dick still in hand, his eyes widen at your praise and itâs so cuteâheâs got literal heart eyes forming before his pout returns.
â⌠say that again,â he gruffs, a thumb delicately smearing against your glossed lips. you were covered in his mess, and he only wanted to do it more. âplease, say that again.â
with a sheepish smile, you hum. âgood boy?â
âmm,â he moans from just your words, and you gasp once he suddenly lifts you up. chosoâs panting, and you realize heâs leading you toward the bedroom. âi- i need to show you just how much of a âgood boyâ i can be. h-heh.â
â TOJI FUSHIGURO - INSIDE.
âfuuckk, dunno whoâs the bigger slut right now, baby girl. you or these. damn. hips.â toji groans, enunciating each virile thrust.
raven shaggy strands block his semi-blurred eyesight as his own sculptured hips continue to punctuate each hit against your very core. youâre moaning until the cords in your throat goes strainedâheâs got you laid flat on the bed. ass up, face down.
his favorite, toji loved his doggystyle.
not only did he love it though, he was fucking mean. each jackhammering clap of his hips sends you whiplash as multiple breaths snatch out from your throat. âyeaaahhh, take it. fuckinâ take it. move that ass against me, donât be lazy,â he grunts, verdant eyes peering at the doughy globes of your rear jerk and toss back against him. with a swatting hand going towards your left ass cheek, he grabs your hip with another. âoh, câmon. you can move quicker than that big girl. thought you could take me.â
âhngh, i can,â you mewl out, hearing your own cunt retaliate against his teasing. heâs buried so deep that the crown of his cockâs just sloppily making out with your cervix. so big, the crooked stretch of his dick always makes you drool, aching for more within each pivotal stroke. you feel a scarred thumb of his caress down the juncture of your jittery waist as your cheek smushes up against your pillow. âtoji, youâre jusâ fuckinâ big.â
âwatch that mouth,â he swats a palm against your ass again, making you moan. the bed beneath you both wails out a plethora of groans, sounding as if it the headboard was about to shatter into a million pieces. the cocky authority in his low deep voice makes your cunt twitch â and oh, does he feel it. âcute, strugglinâ âta take me ân yet your pussyâs tellinâ me something else,â and once he leans further in, his chest brushing up against your back, heâs even deeper. tojiâs swollen fat crown massages through your walls and you whimper, feeling his hand softly wrap around your throat. âyouâre soaking me, you know that? ân you said you werenât even that wet, liar. .â
your eyes gradually droop once he creeps his hand up toward your face, popping two fingers into your mouth. âput that bratty fuckinâ mouth to use,â a husky voice whispers against the shell of your ear. you happily take his two digits, swirling your tongue around the thickness of them both whilst heâs still ruthlessly pounding you. your ass sticks up in the air and he groans, continuing to hump his hips achingly against your backside. âfuck, good girl. get my fingers wet. gonna shove âem right in this sloppy pussy later,â and he hears you let off a sweet needy coo. spanking your cunt with his free hand, he licks near your neck. âoh? youâd like that, huh doll?â
shamelessly, you nod at his words and he darkly chuckles. cute, even with your throat being stuffed with his fingers. and youâre nothing but a mess too. strings of spit drizzle down the inner crevices of your mouth as your tongue curls around his fingers. âshit, yâer gonna make me cum,â his breath grows shaky, and he hears your pussy starting to whine out airy moans of itself. gummy flesh sticks against each other from each thrust and itâs hard. both gripping mounds of skin clash amongst each other at full force and the impact rings through your ears. toji groans, feeling his full base starting to tighten and his jaw clenches. âgotta make this tummy plump again, just ⌠gotta,â and his hips dramatically buck, plummeting every length inch inside of your sopping sweet cunt. âf- fuck!â
toji gets humbled by his own release before he cumsâand he groans. that final merciless shimmy of his hips rigidly sealing the deal. within seconds, heâs cummingâemitting out masses of thick slimy ropes that quickly sprays the inner lining of your pussy. your mouthâs still full of his fingers and your lashes flap, eyelids becoming insignificantly heavy. you weakly grind your hips back on him and tojiâs loudly grunting. âgod, i need .. a minute,â and a drop of sweat races down his sculpted v-line. a hand combs through his shaggy unkempt hair as heâs still pumping you with such salacious virility. âugh. gonna get ya pregnant at this rate. swollen all u-up,â and his voice falters once his cock finally finishes itâs sloppy spurts.
you felt warm, a few remnants of cum tear and ooze down the undersides of your thighsâhe came that much, and you only wanted more. whenever toji came inside, heâd always think about making your tummy round ân plump again.
ât- tojiii,â you whine, his fingers popping out of your mouth. he slowly scissors his fingers together, glancing at the glistening trail of saliva youâve gifted his digits before he gradually pulls his cock out. your thighs were sprawled open and you could just feel his dangerous eyes bore into your back. âfuck, âm full.â
âgood,â he rasps, smearing a fat thumb down your drooling clit. velvety ropes of cumâglobs of it leak out from your folds and youâre just stupidly smothered into the pillows - fucked entirely stupid. tojiâs chest heaves in and out before he brings his thumb up to his scarred lips, getting a taste for himself. âhn. not bad. now roll that ass over, baby. âm not done givinâ you a good fill.â
â SUKUNA RYĹMEN - ASS.
sukuna rarely pulls out but when he does, he likes to finish on your ass.
he loves more than anything to spank you until youâre whining from the swatting stings, constantly moaning out his name until your voice wears itself thin.
âyour pussyâs always so weak,â he snarls, submissively having you on all fours. his chambers were quiet - minus the loud smacks of bodies clapping against each other every few thrusts.
his hips were maddenedâheâs got you face down, fat cheek shoved into the silky made sheets with your tongue lolled out of your mouth. â âs a shame, thought i trained it well,â the demon tsks, and your tummy curls once you feel his turgid tip swivel around your spongy insides. riiiight there, he hits every spot, feeling you slather all nth inches of his dick with your honeyed slick.
crimson red eyes peer at how well his dick continues to disappear within your wallsâover and over, youâre gripping down on him like a vice and it makes him hiss. âthere we go. thereâs that pathetic squeeze,â and you moan, feeling him reach down to maneuver evil circles against your cunt. so sensitive, you writhe back against his hips and his forked tongue licks against the inside of your neck. âaw, someoneâs pussy needed some lovinâ too, huh,â and as his warm breath ghosts against your skin, his thrusts grow sloppier. you shudder, feeling beads of sweat race down the cracked valley of your ass.
âsukuââ
âquiet, woman,â he shushes you, a sharp nail softly grazing down your skin. you moan, taking in every lengthy inch until your toes curled. sukunaâs hips were just downright brutalâyou were gasping as he moved, his pace growing completely crazed and relentless. you could barely keep up, and although heâd never say it aloud because his pride wouldnât let him, he found it adorable. as his hands continue to toy against your stuffed squelching cunt, he groans against your ear. âhear that?â he purrs against your skin, each saturated slosh getting louder than the next, a wolffish grin curls against his lips. âyou wait your turn to speak, right now itâs hers.â
your eyes were already starting to roll back, heâs hitting you deep, and that crooked curve of his cock makes you salivate everytime. âo- ooh,â youâd whimper out, feeling the fabric of his kimono tickle against your skin from each swift movement he makes. his angry tip smacks against your clit and itâs just so rude - hitting and slapping away repeatedly until your brainâs complete mush. he was right though - you were incredibly wet. your pussy was more of a crybaby than you were. the sloshing sounds pour out from your cunt bounce off the regal walls of his royal chambers and thatâs when you shriek. â âm gonna cum, gonna cum âkunaâfuck.â
âthought i told ya to keep quiet, princess,â bruising your pulsating clit continuously until youâre seeing nothing but stars. your vision glimmers, and you can see the entire galaxy, all from his deep, deep thrusts. âbut, fine,â and the curse groans, knowing he was reaching his monumental high too. sukunaâs giving you his all, his pace was insanity, insaneâjust like he was.
his skin glues against yours after each hard ferocious thrust, sharp smacks swatting against your skin. âfuck, better take it,â and you moan once he spanks your ass again. âi didnât tell you to stop arching, little girl. keep up.â
you moan, his swollen fat ridge of his cock continuing to drag in and out of your dripping cunt, screaming out cute squelching âpopâs until youâve just about had it. here it comes, you prepare a long breath before you end up squirting right down on his cock. youâre squeezing around him tightly, clamping against him and he grunts before shortly following your lead. sukunaâs hips get sloppy, and by this point heâs just humping you from behind.
âk- kuna, fuck,â you whimper, growing quiet once clods of frothy white cum start to bubble down the sides of his thick shaft. veins prod from each sides as heâs filling you up, and itâs so much. youâre salivating, feeling his hands claw up and down your body â a wordless indication that youâre his and his alone. both of you groan in unison and as you finish gushing out on him, sukuna grunts.
âgood,â he murmurs, glancing down at the translucent ring that starts to form around his full base. youâre sopping wet, so much that itâs almost pathetic. even more now that heâs gave you his cum, and sukuna watched as you bawl your empty hands into the ivory colored sheets, making a cute attempt at trying to crawl away.
ârunninâ away so soon? get back here,â he purrs, and you moan once he drags you back with his hips, a low chuckle leaving from his lips. sukuna licks down your spine before a wide thumb smears against your cunt. your folds still ooze with sultry cum before he playfully bites against your neck. âyouâre still weak. pussy needs more training,â and you gasp once he leans further in, pulling your hips back down once you tried to sit up.
ânow, arch girl.â
â GOJO SATORU - MOUTH.
whenever you go down on satoru, heâs just so pretty.
leave it to him to always make the most sluttiest facial expressions, while moaning out even sluttier moans. his long, slender fingers grip against your hair, tugging at your scalp lightly as your head continues to bobble.
âoh, fuck. thatâs it baby. god, you ân that mouth,â he huffs, and you can hear his tone shake once you teasingly skim your tongue down the side of his cock. streams of saliva pour past the corners of your lips as heâs encouraging you to go faster and faster. thin snowy brows compress together and he even bites down on his bottom lip, flexing his perfectly chiseled muscles all because of you. satoruâs right thigh starts to bounce and he grunts, hearing the sloshing wet soundsâthe way you take him fully in your mouth. his flushed tip continues to thwack back against your uvula and he hears you moaning yourself, despite it being muffled. âmhm, use that tongue. donât be shy, wanna see you do that thing again, b- baby. spit on it.â
departing your lips from his dick, you take a second to breatheâsatoru watches with dilated pupils and needy eyes, cupping your chin. âgo on,â his bottom lip quivers, and although heâs trying to keep up his tough dominate act, heâs already pouting. you have a smug smile, positioning your spit-slick lips toward his crimson tip, before gathering up a nice amount of saliva. lustrous strings tug from your lips, landing on the head of his cock and he gruntsâyou go back to sucking him off again with a few croaking sounds leaving the back of your throat. his tipâs fat, his girth even fatter. it reaches all the way inside of your mouth, until your pretty cheeks were all puffed and full. âgod, youâre so fuckinâ nasty, baby,â he starts to whine, and he can feel himself getting close - too close. with low half lidded eyes, he watches as you use a hand to stroke up and down his length, sliding your tongue all around his twitching veins that print on his hardened cock.
satoruâs legs were about to collapseâhe felt it. thereâs a lump growing in the back of his throat as he watches you, sloppily thrusting his hips into your mouth. âtalk s- so much, all you needed was dick âta keep you fed, huh?â and even his dirty talkâs becoming whiny. you had him weak, heâs feeling himself tighten and he groans once your eyes meet his. youâre so smug, he hates it - but it secretly turns him on. your pace grows relentless. as he continues to have a big hand gripped on the back of your head, making you go even further downâhe lets off a gasping wheeze. âshit, âm gonna cum. ugh, gonna cum baby,â and as his breath starts to grow more shallow, he uses another hand to stroke your cheek. âc- can i fill up this mouth again, angel? pretty please?â
âmmph,â you nod, finding your own hand creeping down between your legs to touch yourself. you were soaked, briefly drooling from the crevices of your thighs with slick. satoruâs breath hitches before his weak pumps inside of your throat starts to get slower and slower.
the second he cumsâhe lets off a maddened growl. itâs cute, it shoots out in thick ropes that paint all over your tongue. it was a lot too, his poor swollen tipâs all red as youâre letting him fill your mouth with such bittersweet heaps of cum. he perfectly paints near the roof of your mouth too. satoruâs face twists as heâs dumping everything outâheâs got the cutest expression, but with the way heâs panting and moaning loudly, itâs even more lewd.
his brows furrow and heâs still trying to pump his flaccid dick into you, he wraps a hand around it before letting off a shivering groan. âthatâs a g- good girl,â he says through clenched teeth, slowly dragging his cock away from your lips. he loved seeing you like this, on your knees with your lips all swollen and plump. âhah, donât swallow yet baby. let âtoru get a good look first.â
as your knees bury into the soft minuscule fibers that make up the carpet floor, he cups a hand under your chin. your cheeks were still full and round, storing such amounts of his candied seed before he leans down. âsay ah,â he demands in a shaky tone, watching as you immediately pry open your mouth. satoru feels his dick twitch at the sight of how he poured so much down your throat, tiny velvety bubbles bubbling all around. âgood. . good girl,â and he finally tells you to swallow, ogling once you take in, savoring every bittersweet drop. a thumb briskly swipes against your damp lips slowly before he inhales a sharp breath, lowering himself to your head level. ânow gimme a kiss. donât be g- greedy, i want a taste too.â
once you lean in to kiss himâhe moans right inside your mouth, luxuriating in the taste of himself lingering on his tongue. satoru tastes minty, a coolly mint taste forevermore stays on his tastebuds. âfuck,â he groans between sloppy kisses, and you feel his hands slither around your waist. they go toward your ass, giving it a nice squeeze and hearing you cutely gasp. once your mouth opens just a bit more, he delves his long tongue down your throat. satoru keeps moaning in your mouth, and thatâs when you feel him starting to grind himself against you. his cock that now hangs was so soft, tears of dried cum pathetically leaking from the sides. with loud lips and teeth clashing amongst each other, he abruptly stands up again, wrapping a hand around his cock. ângh, tongue. stick it out again, baby.â
you do, lolling it out and he whispers out a âfuck,â once he sees your own drool streaming down your chin, landing on your tits. such a tease, satoru scoffs with a pout before bringing his achy cock up to your lips. âs- still hungry?â the white haired man asks with a quivering lip, smacking his tip against your tongue. you moan, the loud echoey slaps from his dick slapping on your tongue. you give him a nod and heâs got a sleazy grin, staring at your cute attempts to try and suck him off again. âheh, âcourse you are. such a cock drunk baby,â and with one more smack against your twitching tongue with his swollen tip, he starts to ease his way down your tight throat again. groaning, he huffs.
ân- now open niiiiice ân wide, baby. âm gonna give you that full, all you can eat, f- fuck.â
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save a horse, ride your best friend â song mingi
in which your best friend canât believe youâve never ridden a dick before, so he takes it upon himself to teach you.
best friend!song mingi x fem!reader. requested by anon. genre. slight fluff. smut. best friends to friends with benefits. warnings. explicit sexual content mdni, inexperienced!reader, thigh riding, fingering, use of a dildo, big dick!mingi, multiple orgasms, unprotected, creampie, swearing, nicknames (baby, angel, pretty). wc. 4k. rating. mature.
liloâs notes. this was requested a while ago but iâve been putting it off because⌠iâve never written anything about toys being used so uh, i was worried about the pacing and stuff. i wasnât sure if you meant for them to be in an established relationship, so i went for the fwb route. IMPORTANT!!!! i lost access to my google account bc of a stupid mistake, if you sent in a request through my google form and would still like me to see it, please send it as an ask <33 i remember a few of them, but do send yours in just in case!!
listening to. need to know, doja cat // if u think iâm pretty, artemas // moonlight, kali uchis
masterlist.
it was a regular saturday evening. you were on a video call with your best friend, mingi, talking about anything that came to mind as you each ate a bowl of ramen as if you were really in the same room. he really only lived a couple buildings away, a two minute walk at most, but actually joining you in your apartment didnât cross his mind until something interesting was brought up.
you werenât sure what led to the conversation, but somehow it steered into the direction of something less innocent as you found yourself talking about an embarrassing date youâd gone on a while ago. recounting the story, laughing together, soon turned into a conversation about what each of you like in bed.
âoh, itâs just amazing,â mingi laughed as he gulped down a mouthful of water, momentarily pausing his rambling about how much he loves it when someone rides his dick. he ran a his hand through his short, washed-out pink hair, âhonestly, my favourite thing ever since it probably feels just as good for whoever is, yâknow, riding.â
based on everything heâs said so far, you came to the conclusion that he was more into giving than receiving, that he got off on seeing all the pleasure he can give his partner. so, it made sense heâd choose to mention the fact that riding him would feel good. not that you would know.
âcan i admit something?â
he looked up from his bowl, sharp eyes looking almost hopeful as he nodded.
you looked around your kitchen jokingly, pretending to make sure no one sense was listened as you leaned closer a whispered, your hand cupping the side of your mouth.
âiâve never done that before.â
his jaw dropped at that, letting out a small laugh. âyouâre kidding.â
âno, really,â you insisted, going back to eating casually as if you were having the most normal conversation in the world with your best friend, âi really havenât done⌠much, so i canât confirm or deny your theory.â
âhuh.â he leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he thought for a moment. his head tilted and it was then that you felt how warm your cheeks felt, how your thighs were pressed together under the counter. of course, he was well aware of the fact that you had much less experience than him, only knowing about two people you had slept with. but damn. he clicked his tongue and shook his head ever so slightly. âthat wonât do.â
furrowing your eyebrows, you opened your mouth to ask him what he had meant by that. he beat you to it before you could get a word out.
âi can⌠teach you, if you want?â
you blinked at your screen, resting your wrist on your countertop and gripping your chopsticks a little too hard. a silence followed his offer, though it wasnât awkward. in fact, he could see you genuinely considering it as you thought it over. eventually, you gave him a tiny nod.
âi mean,â you shrugged, shifting your eyes away shyly, âsure, i guess. why not?â
he grinned, trying to hide it as he shoved a mouthful of noodles into his mouth and shoved his bowl aside. he chewed, swallowed then got up and made sure to bring his phone with him. you recognised his hallways then bedroom as he walked through his apartment. âiâll be there in like 15, i need to buy something on the way. just wait there, and where something comfortable and⌠um, accessible.â
you nodded, despite your confusion, and he hung up. accessible? you looked down at your clothingâor rather, lack thereof. since you were home and not expecting anyone, youâd settled on wearing just a shirt you stole from mingi that was too large for him and much larger for you, and panties. you lifted the hem of the worn shirt, assessing how much of your dignity youâd lose if he saw your pink hello kitty undergarments that you only wore if you were doing laundry.
you could already hear him giggling at the sight.
groaning and cursing under your breath, you dropped the shirt and sped to your bedroom to dig through your closet in hopes of finding something a little more appealing. after making a mess of one of your closetâs drawers, you finally pulled out a pair of less offensive panties. they were made of soft cotton; a muted light blue with thin white lace trim, the cut shaped more like a bikini than what you call your grandma underwear.
deciding they were flattering enough, you slipped off your hello kitty pairâignoring the embarrassing amount of wetness creating a wet patch right where it was pressed against your coreâand replaced it with the new pair. as you untwisted the waistband and adjusted it to fit properly, your doorbell rang and you froze on the spot before pulling yourself together and heading to open the door.
the walk to the door felt abnormally long as you stumbled over on wobbly knees. admittedly, you were a little nervous. sure, there have been times where you wanted to do some more than friendly activities with mingi, but you never actually thought it was happen. yet here you were, opening the door for him so he could come in and show you what being a cowgirl feels like.
âhey,â he greeted you softly, stepping into your home and closing the door behind him. you noticed a small plastic bag in his hand, eying it curiously as you watched him kick off his shoes and hang up his coat. once that was of the way, he took one of your hands in your free one and pulled you to where he knew your bedroom was.
once there, he set the bag down on your bedside table and dragged you to stand between his knees as he took a seat on the edge of your bed. he looked you over, lingering on the familiar t-shirt.
âso youâre the one that took this shirt, huh?â he quirked an eyebrow, glancing up at you as he released your hand and brought both of his to your hips. his thumbs caressed the curve of your waist over the shirt. âit was my favourite.â
you laughed softly, âclearly you didnât care enough if i was able to keep it for three years without you noticing.â
âyou little thief.â his nose scrunched as he glared at you jokingly, giving you a gentle squeeze.
âif you really want it back, you can always take it.â
ânah, itâs fine, keep it. it looks cuter on you anyway.â he took a breath and gave you another once over, humming appreciatively when he moved his hands up higher, dragging the shirt with it until he caught a glimpse of your panties. you tensed, caught off guard by how close he felt. âi need you to relax a little, how about i help you loosen up, yeah?â
you nodded, averting your gaze but returning it to him when you felt him pull you onto his lap. he slotted one of his legs between yours, easing you down to straddle his thigh. his hands ran up and down your sides and few times before resting on your bare thighs, your breath stuttered and he held back a smile.
âare you still okay with this?â he asked quietly, absentmindedly playing with the hem of his your shirt. âif i do anything that makes you uncomfortable, just tell me and iâll stop immediately and we can just watch a movie or something, okay?â when you only nodded, he continued, âi need you to say it, please.â
âiâm okay with this,â you muttered in return, resting you hands on his biceps, âand iâll let you know if i need you to stop.â
âgood, nowâŚâ without waiting any longer, he leaned forward to attach his lips to your neck, his hands slowly beginning to rock you back and forth on his lap.
you sucked in a sharp breath and clung into his arms a little tighter, your stomach fluttering at the feeling of your clothed cunt on his firm thigh, your panties dragging against your clit with ease thanks to how wet you already were. he lifted you slightly as he pulled you towards him, pushing you down as he pushed, the varying pressure making your lips part in a soft whimper. he nearly groaned at the sound, moving his lips right below your ear.
âyou know,â he rasped between the licks and kisses, âi canât deny that iâve wanted to fuck you for a long, long time now.â
âr-really?â
mingi chuckled as he pulled back to look at your face, half surprised and half needy. he noticed that if he relaxed his hands, youâd continue grinding against his thigh.
âyeah, really. i mean, look at you,â he glanced down, one of his hands lifting the hem of your shirt to watch you ride his thigh slowly, a dark wet patch forming right where your leaking pussy sat. he bit his lip, âyou look so perfect⌠and i bet youâd feel perfect, too.â
you nearly whined at that, fucking yourself on his thigh just a little faster as he sucked a dark mark right above your collarbone before returning to mutter dirty words into your ear.
âi know practically everything about you and your cute little body, you know. better than anyone else,â one of his hands inched itâs way up your thighs, brushing against the edge of your panties, âiâll make you feel so good, angel, i promise.â
âmingi?â you whimpered, prompting him to lean back a little to look at you with a curious tilt of his head and a raised brow. âif you donât shut up and kiss me right now, i might lose my mind so⌠please.â
his beautifully plump lips stretched into a smile as he wasted no time in practically pouncing forward and smashing his lips against yours. it started a little slow as you got acquainted with each other, despite the fact you could feel a nearing orgasm as a knot in your stomach drew tighter with each roll of your hips, but soon the kiss turned hungry.
he groaned into your mouth as you let his tongue explore, making you let out a quiet moan. mingi knew he wouldnât be able to kiss anyone ever again. you, his best friend of all people, had the most inviting lips heâs ever felt. so inviting, so perfect and so soft. he thought everything about was soft. his hand slipped just under the edge of your panties as his other one made your grinds slow down.
you didnât mind the slow pace, knowing just a few more rocks of your hips would have you tipping over the edge. but he evidently had other plans as he finally made your hips still completely. you pulled away from his lips with a pout. if you were trying to make him feel bad, it backfired terribly.
all he could think of as he looks at your swollen, red, wet, pouty lips is how much prettier theyâd look wrapped around his cock. but he could save that for another time.
âthereâs no need to rush, baby,â he chuckled, wiping some saliva away from your bottom lip.
eventually, when he was sure you had calmed down enough, he lifted you off his lap a little and turned to lay you down on your back, pressed against the comfortable mattress as he kneeled on the edge. he gripped your knees and bent them, pushing them closer to your chest with his eyes zeroed in on where your slick was leaking through your panties.
with one hand keeping your knees together and elevated, he ran his other over the fabric, pressing down on where he knew your clot would be and elicit a sweet little moan as you squirmed beneath him. he thought you were so cute like this, you looked so flustered as he gave you nothing but featherlight touches where you needed him most. for now.
âdonât get all shy on me now,â he cooed as he glanced up and noticed you covering your face with your hands, âlet me see you, pretty.â
he didnât continue his touches until you finally removed your hands, giving him a nice view of your abused lips and round eyes, pupils blown wide with lust in a way that had something stirring in his abdomen. and his pants.
he let down your knees for a moment so both of his hands could slip under the waistband of your panties, slowly pulling them down your legs. he actually moaned when he saw the strings of arousal clutching onto the fabric as he dragged it away, snapping when he got too far.
âyouâre so pretty, baby,â he murmured, watching your entrance squeeze around nothing, making more slick drip out.
after tossing it aside, he wasted no time in getting your knees back to the previous position and running his fingers through your folds.
âoh, fuck,â he groaned, eyes squeezing shut for a moment as you let out a moan when he tapped against your clit, âyouâre soaked.â
he glanced up at you, wanting to see your face as he slowly pushed in too fingers and catching a glimpse of your hard nipples poking through your shirt. your face contorted for s fraction of s second before relaxing, your head tipping back against the mattress as you let out a whine.
he choked back a moan at the tight walls around his middle and ring fingers, the fingers of his other hand digging into your thighs. âsh-shit⌠youâre so tight. iâm gonna have to stretch you out first, okay?â
you nodded mindlessly, too distracted by his fingers prodding at your sweet spot to care about any words he may have said. but you furrowed your eyebrows and lifted your head when you felt both his hands leave you, finding him reaching for the bag. your curiosity outweighed your disappointment as he pulled something out.
it was a dildo. about as thick and long as the biggest person you had before, and made of what looked to be transparent silicon. your insides tightened at the sight, somehow the thought of him seemingly buying this just for you turning you on even more.
he returned to kneeling at the edge of your bed, leaning down to loop his arm around your waist and lift you up to place a pillow under your hips before letting lay back down.
âcouldnât find one my size, but this should be fine,â he held the dildo and ran the tip through your pussy, collecting wetness as you shuddered, âmy cock will just have to stretch you the rest of the way.â
you breath hitched at the implication of his words. so he was bigger than that? your thighs pressed together at the thought of being completely stuffed by him. he chuckled, separating your knees enough for him to have a clear view of your pussy, pulsing and dripping and begging for his attention.
he began slipping the toy into you, filling you up inch by inch and watching your needy hole stretch around it and swallow it up. the sight had him choking back a moan, biting down on his bottom lip.
the stretch had your back arching and pushing yourself against it desperately, feeling like that alone could get you to finish. it only took a few deep strokes for your pussy to get used to the size, squeezing and writhing around it until you couldnât handle it anymore. your arousal coated it quickly and seeped out with each stroke, squelching sounds filling the room that shot straight to his dick.
when you finally came, your toes curled and your body twitched as you let out a string of and whines and moans, little curses slipping between. he watched with fascination as you came undone right beneath him, not wanting to wait any longer to be inside you. he shoved the toy deep inside you, leaving it there as he leaned back for a moment to discard his clothes, slipping his hoodie and sweatpants off.
when you were brought back to your senses, you found yourself on his lap again, straddling his hips this time as he sat with his back against your headboard. you felt his erectile straining against his boxers and pressing against your core. you couldnât help but rock your hips against his slowly.
âdo you ever ride your pillow?â he asked suddenly, voice dropped what felt like two octaves lower than his regular tone. your eyes widened at the question but you nodded. he nodded too, his hands finding your ass and helping you grind against his clothes length. âthis is a lot like that, except you have something in you⌠and itâs more of an up and down movement⌠and iâm obviously not a pillow⌠still, thereâs really no right way to do it, just go slow and youâll figure out what works and what doesnât. plus, iâm here to guide you.â
he gave your ass a squeeze as if to punctuate his sentence, massaging the soft flesh in his palms. when you felt ready, you dropped your hands from his shoulders to his boxers, palming his length a few times before hooking your fingers into the fabric and dragging it down until his cock sprung out.
he definitely wasnât lying when he said it would stretch you more than the already-big dildo. he was definitely a lot bigger than anyone else youâve been with, well over average. you nearly dropped at the sight, wrapping your hand around him and jerking him off, eyes fixated on the angry red tip leaking precum as you passed your thumb over it.
the muscles of his abs rippled and squeezed as your worked your hands on his cock, his head thrown back against the headboard and letting out stuttering moans. all the sounds he made encourage you to sit up on your knees, guiding him through your folds and whimpering as you finally sank down on him carefully.
the two of you moaned at the same time, him at how well you squeezed around him and you at how well he stretched you. you stopped when you reached just halfway, unsure whether or not youâd be able to fit more. his hips jerked slightly as his hands squeezed your hips.
âcome on, baby,â he moaned softly, looking up at you with encouraging eyes, âjust a little more⌠we can make it fit, right? just breathe.â
you nodded and as you took a deep breath, he used his hold on your to sink you further down until he finally bottomed out. he cursed silently, the back of his head finding the headboard again as you whined and dropped yours onto his shoulder.
you felt his tip pushing against your cervix, the new feeling making a lump form in your throat as you blinked back tears. this time it took a while to get used to the stretch before you tried grinding back and forth. it was slow, almost painfully so. he was amazed that despite stretching you with two different things, you were still so unbelievably tight, hugging him in a death grip as your raised your hips an inch before dropping down again.
your soft noises were muffled by his shoulder as your hands rested on his biceps, panting and squeezing gently as every inch of him dragged against the sensitive spongy patch in your walls every time you grinded on him. soon enough you were able to lift yourself to his tip and drop all the way down, your wetness letting him slip in and out with ease.
still, you kept the pace torturously slow, savouring each bounce and grind. his hands had left your hips at some point, exploring your body under your shirt, massaging your breasts and tweaking your nipples. he lifted the fabric but kept it on your as he watched your tits bounce temptingly, your puffy pink nipples making his mouth water as he pushed himself forward to take one into his mouth.
your hips stuttered as he sucked and nibbled at your nipples, throwing your head back and arching into his touch as your grinds grew sloppy. he felt your decreasing pace, using the hand that wasnât teasing your other breast to guide your hips once more. he angled you slightly differently in a way that made your clit press against his pelvis each time he bottomed out, the speed of your grinds picking up quickly as his hips bucked up to meet yours.
his lips detached from your bruised breasts with a popping sound as he leaned up to capture your lips in his once again. it wasnât much of a kiss, more teeth and tongue and moans and groans than anything else as you swallowed each otherâs sounds.
you finished first, pushing yourself down hard and stilling, filling yourself with his throbbing cock and pressing your clit against him. he held you tightly, burying his face in your neck to suck at all the spot he knew would get your to writhe. many tickling fights contributed to his knowledge on all your sensitive spots.
your body twitched as you returned to bouncing on his length, your juices looking at his base. the overstimulation burned a little, making your thighs and knees quiver, but you were determined to get him to finish too. and by the looks of it, it shouldnât take much longer.
âshit, baby,â he said, halfway between a whimper and a moan, fingertips digging into your hips as he threw his head back in bliss, ââm so closeâ fuck, you feel s-so good.â
his chest rose and fell with shallow breaths, bottom lip caught between his teeth. his cheeks and the tip of his ears flushed a deep red, his plush lips a few shades darker and coated in your mixed saliva from your kisses. as you adjusted the angle of your hips, something in him snapped, grabbing your hips tighter and taking over. he took over your movements, thrusting his hips up desperately as you fell forward onto his chest with the sudden change in intensity. his tip pushed itself against your g-spot continually, another knot tightening in your stomach.
the wet sounds of your cunt and your skin slapping against his egged him on until finally he felt like he couldnât hold back any longer.
âbaby, p-pleaseâ fuckâ please, can i cum i-inside you?â he begged through a groan, âiâ please, angel, i-i canât wait any longer.â
you nodded against his chest with a whine, you were on the pill anyway. not a second later, he released into you, filling you up with stuttering hips. he pulled you down, flush against him and keeping you there as he emptied himself with softly muttered curses, his head dropping to press open-mouthed kisses to your shoulder.
it felt new to you, the warmth making you squirm until you came again without warning. it was much weaker this time but still enough to make you shake in his arms, panting softly after letting out a strangled moan against his skin.
after a few long moments of trying to recover from the shared orgasm, he lifted his head, one of his hands cupping your chin to tilt your head to look at him.
âso,â he started, lips stretched into a smile, âhowâd that feel?â
âfucking amazing.â you rolled your eyes at how smug he looked after your confession, not protesting as he leaned forward to kiss you.
this one was much softer than the previous kisses you shared, much more tender. it was a lot shorter too, he pulled away first to rest his forehead against yours.
âyeah?â he whispered, kissing the corner of your lips, âjust wait until i hit it from the back.â
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Thereâs A String Tied to My Lower Left Rib, Third From The Bottom
dick grayson x afab!reader
aka the professional boyfriend
warnings: she/her pronouns used, reader wears dresses, sexual content at the end (18+)
Dick Grayson is a vigilante. Heâs a master martial artist and gymnast. Heâs something of a playboy and a heavy flirt. But the claim he really takes pride in is that heâs basically a professional boyfriend. That heâs your professional boyfriend.
And pride really is the right word. Heâs so proud that he gets to have this pretty girl on his arm and buy her pretty things even when you insist you have enough. He loves getting to help you take your makeup off when youâre too tired and make you laugh like itâs his job. Heâs absolutely gratified that he gets to be your prodigal, sweet boyfriend that, despite your protests, insisted on carrying all five of your shopping bags for you.
You step over an uneven stretch in the sidewalk and lean slightly against Dickâs shoulder. âIâm worried the navy one is tooâŚmuch.â You say, thinking back to how the blue cocktail dress fit on you, how it stopped barely below your ass.
He furrows his eyebrows with a pout, âToo much?â
You look over at him, matching his expression. âItâs really short. I mean itâs cute and I like it, butâŚI donât know, this is kind of a fancy event isnât it?âÂ
He puckers his lips, shaking his head. âShortâs good. I like short.â Yeah, youâd noticed with the way his eyes had been glued to the hem of your dress, willing it to slip up just a little more.
You laugh, âAnd Iâm sure you and all the old businessmen will appreciate it greatly.â
His face drops at that, not thrilled at the prospect of those, usually very sleazy, old men getting to see so much of you. âThe black oneâs good too.â
You peer over into one of the bags, âOr thereâs the red one with theââ
Dick shakes his head quickly, âNot red.â
You snicker at that, knowing full well what his problem is with it. âThen why did I get it?â
âJust for me.â He pauses, âOr for something my brother wonât be at.â He mumbles, scanning both sides of the street. He shuffles the bags in his right hand onto his forearm so he can take your hand in his as you step into the road. âNo, the black one looked great on you. And we won���t have to go searching for a matching tie.âÂ
Once you reach the other side he lets go of your hand and he circles behind you, nudging you over to the inside of the sidewalk.
You glance down at the row of bags littering his arms and the red indents beginning to mark his skin. âWill you please let me hold some?â You frown.
âWill you please hold my hand?â He echoes, matching your serious tone with faux urgency of his own. You deadpan him but take his hand anyway. You donât notice it, but heâs got a dedicated gaze focused on your fingers intertwined in his.
You continue on down the street, hand in hand, the warm sun shining on your necks. You pick up the pace a bit as you approach your apartment building, aiming to get the door for your boyfriend. You reach for the handle only for Dick to call out, âDonât touch that!â followed by him clamoring like youâre about to touch a hot coal, rushing over to beat you to the punch.
âOh my god..â you mumble to yourself, biting back a smile. The bags haphazardly fall further down his arms, no doubt uncomfortably as he pulls the door open for you, pretending to be far more eloquent than he actually was. He gestures you in and smiles sweetly at you when you give him a flat look.Â
âWhat is wrong with you?â You ask, glancing over your shoulder at him with amusement glittering across your face as you dig for your keys.
âNot a thing.â He grins, watching with adoration as you open the apartment door. Frankly, youâre surprised he didnât attempt to juggle the bags and unlock the door himself.
He kicks the door shut behind him as you help slide the bags off of his wrists, piling them on the counter. âWhen do we need to leave?â
âUhâŚâ he glances at the wall clock, âNot till seven.â He places his hands nicely on your waist, looking down at your lips. âYou wanna get something to eat before we go?â
You muse, âThis is the one with those mini stakes, isnât it?â He nods. âNo, I wanna get my fill on those. Oh, and the bruschettas! I love these caterers.â
His eyes flicker back up to meet yours, a sly smile playing on his lips.Â
You break away from his gaze and turn to the counter, preparing to scoop the shopping bags up when youâre interrupted by his relentless fervor.
âAh, ah.â He hooks a finger into the loop of your jeans, tugging you back to him. âGive me a kiss.âÂ
âDick.â
âJust one.â Yeah, right. You oblige him though, pushing up on your toes to meet his lips. His thumb strokes your cheek as he kisses you deeply. You break the kiss after a moment only for him to chase your lips to follow it up with another. And then another. And another. He hums against your lips, smiling wide. âThank you, baby.â
You pull back again and smile as you stop his chest with your hand when he follows. âAh, Iâm not new around here. I know where thisâll go if I let you.â
He nods complaisantly, âThen let me.â His eyes are focused on the small space between you, where his touch lingers along your ring finger. You lean up again and place a kiss on his forehead that has him getting hopeful, only to be met with disappointment when you back away from him, bags in hand. He throws his head back with a groan just to really hammer home the severity of his dismay. Â
It doesnât last too long though because the second youâre back in the room heâs trailing after you like a puppy, following you down to the couch. You roll your eyes at him when he opts to sit ridiculously close to you, though thereâs a ghost of a smile on your lips that makes your act lose all credibility.  Â
He nestles his face into the crook of your neck and is clearly very pleased when you wrap your arms around his shoulders. You exhale contentedly, resting your cheek against his head. You lie idle like that for a few minutes, playing with the hair at the nape of his neck and casting a daydreaming gaze out the window. And apparently, he was daydreaming too.Â
âI wanna marry you.â He murmurs into your neck after a while.Â
You laugh incredulously, âHave you been drinking when I have my back turned?â
ââM serious.â He nudges you off him so he can look at you.
You hum, sweeping his hair back from his forehead. âYouâre being veryâŚâ you scrunch up your mouth to the side, ââŚOstentatious today.âÂ
He barks out a laugh, âWow. Word-A-Day teach you that one?â
You shove at his forehead back with no real force, biting back a giggle. His eyes flicker back and forth between your mouth and the crinkle in your eyes as he grins. âIâm going to let that one go because you got me some really nice clothes today. As your repayment.â you say, running your finger over his lips.Â
He takes your hand, pressing a firm kiss to it. âLet me marry you?âÂ
You sigh bashfully, âDickââ
âPlease?â He sticks his bottom lip out and gives you his puppy eyes, causing you to avert your gaze quickly. Youâre not convinced he doesnât have a superpower in that area.
You know heâs not really proposing right now, heâs too much of a romantic to do it like this. Heâs just getting the idea in your head, getting you excited about it. Itâs working.
âIâd be such a good husband to you.â He kisses your collarbone, âSo good.â He murmurs against your skin, lips never departing. You struggle to keep your face neutral, making a point of closing your eyes in an attempt to increase your odds of success. Heâs being nice though, you know. To let you play pretend right now when you know he could break your facade in a second if he really wanted to. Â
âMrs. GraysonâŚâ he squeezes your hips, lips traveling further down. âDoesnât that sound pretty?â
It really does. Youâd be lying if you said you hadnât thought about marrying him before. Heâs nothing if not husband material and honestly you really really want to hear him call you his wife. Call him your husband.
Your hand moves to his hair, petting it softly as he goes on. âBuy you a nice ring. Pretty white dress ân a big party just for you.â He brushes your shirt up and trails open mouthed kisses down your stomach. Your chest feels warm and you can feel your pulse thrumming all throughout your body.
He slowly guides your underwear down your thighs, his lips following the hem close behind. âCome home to you every night, kiss these pretty thighs,â He scoops both of your hands up in one of his, pinning them to your stomach. âKiss this pretty pussy.â He places a chaste kiss on your clit and looks up at you expectantly.
Youâre not nearly as hesitant on this as youâre pretending to be, and you both know it. But heâs perfectly fine with begging a little while you pretend youâre not lightheaded at the idea of marrying him. âIâll think about itâŚâÂ
He grins at you before going in on your core without mercy.
Heâs trying real hard to land that promotion.
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Mark my words.- o.piastri
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summary: mark slips up about your marriage.
pairing: oscar piastri (no.81) x fem! rb!mechanic! wife! reader
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He crossed the finish line, and you couldnât help the smile on your face. Sure, Checo had crashed in the last lap and Max had gotten p6. Not a good result, but then again, thatâs what you had told Christian would happen if he didnât let you build the car.Â
You were Adrianâs protege. You were the next Newey. Christian was just too focused on the past.Â
âFuck!â he groaned, slamming his headset on the desk.Â
âI told you so,â you sighed, leaving him at the desk and running to the parc fermĂŠ. Oscar would be coming through in mere minutes, and you wanted to be there to see him. Secretly dating another team���s driver wasnât easy, but you two made it work. You were both lowkey about things, even though youâd been married for about a year now. You stood beside Nicole, far away from your own team, but you didnât really care. You wanted to see the light in his eyes when he came up to his mum and you.Â
Nicole wrapped her arms around you, cheering as you both relived the moment that Oscar had won. Oscar Piastri, 2 time Gran Prix winner. Heâd proven himself time and time again, he wasnât a second driver, and McLaren now had a difficult choice to make.Â
But all that was for another day. Today was about Oscar.Â
He ran over to the team, finally spotting his mum and you beside her. You could see from his eyes that he was smiling. She pulled him into a tight hug.Â
âYou did it!â she cheered, holding him close. âIâm so proud of you.â
He pulled off his helmet, smiling at her. âThanks mum, love you loads,â he smiled, then turned his attention to you. âNot bad, eh?â
You smirked. âNot bad Piastri.â
âNot bad for you either, Piastri,â he smirked as you rolled your eyes.Â
âGo get weighed idiot, Iâll catch you in the airport, yeah?â
âWouldnât miss you for the world,â he winked, then walked off to continue the celebrations.Â
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You woke up the next morning, sore, with Oscar beside you. You groaned as you turned over, shutting off his alarm. âOsc,â you yawned.Â
âShush,â he whispered. âFive more minutes.â
âOscar, we need to get up,â you reminded him, but he just tightened his grip on your waist. âCome on Osc, I need a shower.â
He smirked and you rolled your eyes, not missing his innuendo. âI could-â
âWe did enough of that last night, give me time to recover,â you laughed. âWorth a shot,â he smiled. âAlright, Iâll start on some breakfast.â
He pressed his lips to yours in a sweet greeting (also short because his breath stinks in the morning) and you went your separate ways. This weekend was Singapore, and you knew how tough it was on every driver, engineer, and mechanic. Singapore was always the race you dreaded. It was unpredictable and hot. Way too hot.Â
You came out of the shower to see Oscar pacing the kitchen, on the phone with a very stressed Mark. âNo I understand that, but I thought they wouldnât hear us⌠I-I didnât mean to-â
âOscar, itâs too late mate. Youâd better just come out with it, or get your mum to, or something. People are getting really confused and they think Y/n is your sister or something,â Mark sighed
You burst out laughing, making Oscar laugh.Â
âThey think weâre siblings?â you laughed. âWhat the fuck?â
âYou did call her âPiastriâ to be fair mate,â Mark chuckled.
âWell that is her second name!â he defended.
âOsc, just post our wedding photos or something,â you shrugged. âOr we could just let people speculate.â
âSorry baby, but I donât really love the idea of people thinking youâre one of my sisters,â he mocked, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you closer.Â
You shrugged, grabbing a piece of toast he'd made you. âI donât care, Iâm just an insignificant engineer from RedBull.â
He rolled his eyes, a smile playing on his lips. âYouâre so helpful,â he responded sarcastically.
âUsing sarcasm as a defence mechanism because you donât want to admit youâre the breadwinner of the family? How humble and noble of you,â you laughed, pressing a kiss to his cheek and squeezing his ass, making him jump.Â
âI hate it when you do that,â he scoffed, batting your hand away. You knew he loved it.Â
âAnyways, whatâs our action plan lads?â Mark asked.Â
âUp to you,â you shrugged. âI donât care.â
âWill I post on twitter and act like itâs been common knowledge?â He suggested.
âMate, no one would believe that. Youâre known for keeping things secret and being nonchalant, just do that,â Mark laughed.Â
âSounds good to me,â you nodded. âThanks Mark.â
âSee you in Singapore,â he sighed and you grained as Oscar hung up the phone.Â
âFucking Singapore,â you groaned.Â
âI know,â he nodded in agreement. âHopefully this year I wonât be as ill.â
âLetâs fucking hope so,â you smoothed down his hair. âYou need to start brushing your hair baby. Itâs so awful in the mornings.â
His lips became a line and he nodded. âHumbling me isnât always necessary,â he breathed out and wrapped his arms around you, grabbing your ass as he pressed kisses on your face and neck. âBut it is appreciated,â he finished sarcastically, as you pushed him off giggling.Â
âYouâd appreciate it more if you took the advice,â you muttered, taking a bite of your toast.Â
He shook his head, chuckling. âHowâd I get so lucky?â he pressed a kiss to your cheek.Â
You shrugged. âBy using the dark arts?â you teased and he just laughed.Â
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You walked into the Singapore paddock with Lando, deep in conversation about his upcoming birthday party. You usually werenât photographed all that often in the paddock, and when you were, itâs usually because you were beside a driver or someone more important, mostly because you were known to ruin photos. Holding up your middle finger, threatening to flash the camera, etc, itâs what has made you a Gen Z favourite. You also refused to go up on the podium, no matter how many times Max asked. You were pretty low-key about everything, it worked well.Â
âSo I was definitely thinking a DJ, but what about the dress code? Should it be casual? Business casual? Black tie?â he questioned.Â
You rolled your eyes. âClub attire Lando, itâs being held at a club, let people dress like theyâre going to a club.â
He nodded, as if heâd never thought of that. âYouâre a genius!â
âYouâre a fucking idiot,â you sighed as he walked off to the McLaren motorhome.Â
You walked off to the RedBull motorhome, noticing more cameras on you than normal. Most people just left you alone, it wasnât often that the camera followed you (mostly because of your aforementioned behaviour), but tonight they wouldnât let up.Â
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Even as you sat in the pitlane, chatting to Daniel, you were still being recorded.Â
âDo you know what this whole thing is about?â you asked Daniel and he looked at you like you were crazy.Â
âHave you not seen what Mark posted?â he asked, his eyes wide.Â
âWhat the fuck did he post?â you asked, rushing to get your phone out.Â
And there it was. Mark had announced it for you.Â
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aussiegrit: These two crazy kids were too busy being in love (and winning races) to tell you guys that theyâre married! Love you two xxx
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alexalbon: oh oscarâs going to go mad.
landonorris: marks time of death: now.
oscarpiastri: I WANTED TO POST FIRST
oscarpiastri: THIS SHIT IS UNFAIR. FUCK YOU MARK -> reallyy/n: someone will be sent to the stewards if you don't stop with the language...
pierregasly: it still freaks me out that they're MARRIED and 22 and 23. like wtf. -> kikagomez: đ -> pierregasly: ... -> user82: SHE CLOCKED YOU I FEAR
user93: I AM SO NORMAL ABOUT THIS (no i'm not.)
user22: THIS IS SO ADORABLE WTF
sebvettel: good memories! officiating was such a blast! -> user883: SEB OFFICIATED? -> user21: it makes sense, y/n has been super close with the schumachers and seb since she was a kid because of her dads job as a mechanic in f1. he worked for ferrari from the 1980s to around 2015. -> user02: LORE DROP?????
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âThat dickhead!â you cursed. âIâm going to go find Osc, Iâll be right back.â
He nodded and sent you on your way. You had to tell Oscar, he definitely didnât know yet, right? He was going to lose it at Mark, he wanted to be the one to post, he wan-
And you walked into someone. Someone wearing papaya. Oscar wearing papaya. Oscar.Â
âDid you see?!â âDid you see?!â
You both chuckled, then remembered the situation.Â
âIâll kill him for you if you want?â you offered and he just smiled.Â
âIt had to come out somehow,â he shrugged. âThough, those arenât the pictures Iâd pick.âÂ
âWe all know what pictures youâd pick,â Lando interjected, winking at you. Oscar elbowed him. âI meant your wedding pictures!â âYeah, right,â you scoffed. âAnyway, we can call him later and kill him together. Sounds good?âÂ
He nodded, wrapping a hand around your waist, the other landing on your ass. âSounds great.âÂ
He quickly pressed his lips to yours, feeling all of the cameras on him, but still not caring. âLove you.â
âLove you too,â you smiled before walking away, back to your conversation with Daniel.Â
Mark was going to get murdered, that was just a fact. Mark your words.
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11/23/24; 11:00am
{ 18+ drabbles / headcanons }
[ soft intimacy with them ]
featuring: sylus, zayne, xavier, rafayel
[ minors donât interact; by choosing to interact with this content, you have consented to viewing something n-fw despite the warnings. ]
the way you seemed to fit so perfectly around sylus (like a missing puzzle piece) was enough to drive the onychinus leader insane.
air rushes out from his lungs the moment he parts your legs, basking in your needy, tear filled gaze and the way your naked breast heaves with each breath that you take. sylusâs eyes never once look away from yours the moment he guides his cock toward your entrance.
with his heart pounding, he allows the mushroom tip of his cock to gently trace at your outer lips, collecting the droplets of your arousal while letting out a grunt of your name.
âkitten, you donât know just how good you feel around me⌠i donât need to sink into you to know that you are nothing short of divine, my love.â sylus speaks to you in reverent tones, choosing to slide his shaft up and down your silken walls without fully impaling you. your breathy moans and the way you arch your back against the bed was an utterly beautiful sight for him.
âsy, please- donât tease me anymore, i-it hurts.â
he hums while giving you a smirk, leaning down to capture your lips in a passionate kiss all while whispering, âas you wish, kitten.â
with those final words, sylus allows every inch of his cock to sink into you, allowing your cries to echo in his ear when he lazily made love to you. his pace was uncharacteristically slow, and he made sure to thoroughly worship you.
each thrust was coupled with lips pressed against the side of your neck-
when his cock would inevitably slide out of you, sylus made sure you would feel the intensity of his kiss right before slotting his cock back within your silken walls, ensuring that you were filled to the brim with him.
but even with all of his displays of passion set out for you, his pace neither slowed or quickened, choosing a steady pace all while basking in your sweet moans and cries of his name-
as if sylus had all the time in the world when it came to pleasuring you.
zayne always prided himself on being a humble man with simple needs-
and what he wanted the most in the world was to see you happy. after all, he believed his sole goal was to always please you through any means possible.
which was what lead him to his current⌠predicament.
you had complaints about your job and how you felt so overworked. along with such complaints, zayne heard you made a comment on how your back was hurting from sitting at your desk for too long as well. when he offers to prepare a hot bath for you, he basks in your sweet smile and the way you asked âwill you keep me company, too?â
and truly, who was he to deny you of your needs?
after preparing your bath, zayne helps with taking off your clothes before joining you. he basks in the beauty of you, hands never once straying too far away from you as he helped with cleansing you, lathering your favorite scented body wash all across your skin-
yet suddenly, his intimate act of wishing to bathe you quickly turns into you bouncing up and down his cock, your hair a tangled mess as the water began splashing out of the tub and onto the linoleum floors.
zayne found himself getting drunk off the pleasure, hands gripping at your naked hips the moment you kept moving your slick heat up and down the entire length of him. your breathless moans weâre driving the doctor insane as he lost all of his senses-
giving the entirety of himself to you.
so lost in his own pleasure, zayne began to meet your bouncing movements with his own upward thrusts, causing you to see stars as you arched your back against him, unable to keep up with his movements.
âhah⌠zayne-â
your lover cuts you off, harshly bringing your head down to meet his lips in a searing kiss all while basking in the way your silken walls continued to grip at his cock-
as if you would never let him go.
âplease, will you let me take control tonight?â
xavierâs sweet voice whispers in your ear, making you weak as you managed to give him a gentle nod. here you were, both naked as you prepared for yet another intimate night with your boyfriend. when he asks you for permission to âtake control,â your heart turns warm, knowing that he just wanted to have your consent.
with your heart racing with anticipation, you felt your breath hitch the moment he trails kisses against your skin. his lips linger on the base of your throat before traveling down your form. he stops for a few beats against the side of your neck while lifting his hand to give one of your breasts a gentle squeeze.
the sensation was enough to make your back arch on the bed. xavierâs smile was felt slowly spreading against your skin as he descended his lips even further down your body-
before landing directly against your chest.
curious eyes made darkened by sheer desire for you takes in the sight of your breast, with his hands reaching up to give your hardened nipples a gentle pinch. your sharp inhale sounded so cute to him that he wanted to elicit even more of those sounds from you.
he lowers his head, placing his mouth directly over one of your heaving breast. as he allowed his tongue to curl around your hardened nub, he uses his free hand to descend toward the spot between your legs. the sensation of his hot mouth on your chest and the way his fingertips pinched and prods at your clit was enough to have you gasping for him, growing needier for the young hunter within mere seconds.
xavier continues his gentle ministrations on your form, making you release so many times that you lost count of it all throughout the night. even when your body was covered in a light sheen of sweat, you felt all of your prior thoughts pertaining to how exhausted you were disappear into thin air the moment xavier slides his cock within your slick heat.
âhahâŚâ sweat was seen running down xavierâs face while he bites down on his bottom lip. his thrusts became sloppy, yet it was evident on just how long he had been holding back just for you. knowing that he felt the relief he needed the moment he sinks into you, you wrap your legs around his waist, allowing his cock to reach even deeper inside of you to help with easing his desperation for you.
rafayelâs playful yet cocky voice were all you could hear the moment he traps you against the bed. his angelic smile was painted with mischief when he suddenly thrusts his cock within your entrance, completely sheathing himself as you gasped in response to his sudden intrusion.
he was just so deep inside of you that you swore you could feel him at the base of your throat. as you tried to focus on anything that wasnât his cock, rafayel continues to smile down at you all while running the back of his hand against the side of your cheek in an achingly gentle manner. and while you admitted that you enjoyed basking in his beauty, there was just one tiny little problem-
the lemurian wasnât moving.
even with his cock buried to the hilt inside of you, his hips remained ever so still, all while acting like he was carrying on a simple conversation with you-
and it was driving you mad.
your gasps and pants for air echo across the room when you attempt to move your hips and feel some amount of friction-
only to be stopped by rafayel when he uses his hands to grip at your waist, preventing you from moving any further.
ârafayel, i swear if you donât start moving i will claw your eyes out.â you manage to pitifully hiss at him as tears of frustration were seen against your eyes. with a soft coo of your name, a thoughtful expression paints loverâs face, âhmâŚ? am i being threatened? ah⌠perhaps-â
he cuts himself off, sliding his cock out of your aching cunt until only the tip was settled at your entrance before slamming back into you. his eyes remained sweet as his pace slowly became faster and faster each time he returned back to you.
âthis should be enough for me to avoid punishment, right?â even though his words were cocky, the way his eyebrows remained furrowed as he fucked you into the bed was more than enough proof that he was holding back from climaxing too soon.
realizing now that you always had the upper hand, you lean up to press a kiss against the lobe of his ear, earning a breathy whine from him when you bite down against his skin. âaw⌠you talk big, but i bet itâs taking you all your effort to not cum right now.â
âtch- fuckâŚ!â your words succeed in making him still his hips, his hands already gripping at your backside when he settles you directly on his lap, choosing instead to make love to you in this new position. being forced to bite back your own words, you were given little choice but to steady yourself on his broad shoulders, struggling to hide your moans as well.
âheh⌠looks like i finally got the upper hand.â rafayel admits to you while burying his face within the base of your throat, giving your skin a languid lick with his tongue, âafter all, itâs about damn time i got my princess wrapped around my fingers instead of the other way around.â
and truthfully, damn him for being correct.
end notes: itâs been a week since my last lads thirst post? letâs change that since writing helps me destress đŤ especially when i need a serotonin boost after the stress of this week.
all stories are written by rei; please do not repost, plagiarize, or translate my works!!
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If You Had A High Libido- The Love And DeepSpace Men
parings in order: Xavier x Reader, Zayne x Reader, Rafayel x Reader, Sylus x Reader genre: MDNI, 18+, suggestive content, oral reader receiving, head canons/ reactions + small smut scenarios a/n: hihi anonnie! i'm so happy to hear you love my works and i hope this was okay lmk ! if not this doesn't exist okay ŕ´Śŕľŕ´Śŕ´ż ŕźŕşśâżŕźŕşś ) sorry it's taking me a while to write and post stuff i'm currently studying and it's taking up most of my time (ăŁ- ⸠- Ď) anyways i hope you enjoy reading ! â¸(ď˝ĄË áľ Ë )â¸âĄ p.s i love you too cutie ! your emoticons are soso cute i love them !! (ăĽŕšâ˘á´â˘ŕš)ăĽâĄ any likes and reblogs are always appreciated! enjoy!
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Xavier:
poor baby was so confused on why you wanted to go for so many rounds. he thought he wasn't doing enough for you until he asked and that's when you embarrassingly told him about your high libido
"But....do you feel good?" He asked, tilting his head curiously.
"So good, that I can't get enough of you" You whisper, leaning in to press your forehead against his before pressing a heated kiss on his lips.
Xavier is always there to please you whenever you need or wanted him too. He can handle pretty much anything. If he was tired after many rounds, he'll lie down on his back and let you ride him til you meet your sweet release again. He'll give you plenty of options. You can ride his face, his thigh, whatever you want until you were satisfied.
When he says he'll be there for you, he means it. When you were whimpering softly, desperately ignoring the heat growing down there as you try to go back to sleep. You didn't want to wake up your sleeping boyfriend but it seems he was already awake. You felt his arms snake around your waist as he pulls you closer to him.
"Would you like me to help you?" He knew you would be lying if you said no, even if he slides his hand in between your legs to find you practically soaking already. You bit your lip, feeling his hard erection against your ass.
Zayne:
He didn't understand why you were so embarrassed about telling him. He knows and can read you so well. You can't hide anything from this man. He noticed the way you bit your lip when he licked off the excess ice cream on his fingers or when your thighs clenched when you watched him get dressed.
He would reassure you that having a high libido is natural to have and there is no "normal" sex drive.
"I can assure there is nothing to be embarrassed about having a high libido." He says, his voice remaining monotone as he adjusts his glasses. "Just tell me how I can help you."
He would not be irritated or bothered at all if you needed him. Although if he was busy with work then he'll make a couple arrangements to make sure he finishes his reports while you get your fill. He'll keep you seated on his lap and let you ride off his thigh or he'll keep a toy or his finger or two in you as he continues to finish his patient report with his other free hands.
He'll know what you want whenever you press your ass against him whenever you both cook or whenever you sit on his lap.
He slips a finger under your panties, pulling them down with ease. His cock was hard and he could feel your cunt soaking quickly. He settles you on top of the counter, slowly pushing his length inside of you. His pace starts off slow as your body hums in response.
âThatâs it...just like that's my good girlâ
The pot that was already cooking was probably close to burning as you two were distracted meeting your sweet release.
Rafayel:
Oh, He loves it way more than he should and he uses this to his advantage to feed off his little praise kink. He just loves to hear his cutie need him so so bad. Hearing you beg and whine for him is like a siren's song to his ears, attracting him closer to you.
"What's wrong cutie?" He asks, tilting his head to the side as he tucks the stray hair behind your ear. You bury your head in his chest, too flustered to admit you wanted more, even after all the rounds you've done together.
"Want m-more" You murmur, your voice muffled against his chest. He chuckles softly, clearly amused, and continues to tease you while gently stroking your hair. "What's that? You need my dick again? Do you want me to fill you up princess?"
You respond by rolling your hips, grinding against him, hoping he would get the idea.
He'll fill you up everyday or whenever you need him too. He loves watching you beg and drip a mix of yours and his juices down your thighs every time as if you were in heat.
"Want me that much? Gonna fill you up so much." Feeling his cum ooze down your legs, his dick going impossibly deeper inside of you. Snapping his hips as whines escape your lips.
Sylus:
âSatisfied baby?â
Your core ached for more and you silently debated on telling him. You knew if you told him you were satisfied, your vibrator or your hands canât even compare what he does to please you. You rubbed your thighs together, trying to ease the ache that was forming in between them, not realizing Sylus notices this.
He leaned down, tracing kisses down your jawline, to your neck to grab your attention again. âUse your words baby.â He whispers hotly, his warm breath fanning against your skin.
"M-more Sy.."
It does not take him that long to get used to your high libido. If anything he can match your energy or do more. He'll keep going even if his stamina runs out, if it ever runs out.
Sometimes he's uses this to tease you. While he's away for a couple days, he'll send you pictures of his body. His shirt slightly lifted up to give you a tease of his abs and his v-line peeking above his waistband.
If he was feeling mean, he'll send you a mirror pic of his chiseled abdominal, and his carved v-line leading down to the girthiest dick you're familiar with or he'll send you a video of him stroking his dick to get you riled up. "Need my pretty girl to wrap her lips around it"
You're like a drug to him and he's addicted to you. He wants to spend as much time he has with you and he does not find you to be a bother if you were feeling needy when he was in his office.
He buries his head in your folds and you can feel his tongue in and out of you. You push your hips back to meet more of him as he reaches down with one hand to stroke himself. He groans into you, the vibrations bringing you closer to the edge. You reach down to play with your clit as he fucked you with his tongue.
He needed to be inside you as much as you want him to be.
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warnings: 18+ only, smut, reader is toppers girlfriend, struggling to cum, female receiving oral and fingering, multiple orgasms, edging and overstimulation, protected and unprotected sex, cheating
âmaybe you could ask one of your friends for help, top.â you pout, rubbing your hand over his shoulder, not wanting him feel any more upset than he needs to be, but at the same time, youâre not sure how much longer this can go on.
âyou can't tell me what i can do to fix it?â topper asks.
âyou know i was a virgin before you babe, i really donât know.â you sigh, pressing a kiss to his cheek. âmaybe ask rafe?â ârafe?â topper turns suddenly to look at you. âwhy him?â âiâve just⌠heard talk from some of my friends. he can probably give you some good advice. i donât know.â you shrug. âmaybe itâs something wrong with me.â âno, donât say that.â topper shakes his head, turning to pull you into him, a hand around your waist.
âyou ask your friends and iâll ask mine.â you give as an option. topper nods, pressing a kiss to your forehead, hoping the next time youâre in his bedroom, itâll go a lot better.
--
âwhat?â rafe gawks at his friend, unsure if he heard him right or if he was going crazy.
âive never⌠iâve never made y/n cum before and i just⌠i need to know what to do rafe! iâm worried sheâs gonna leave me if i canât get it together and i guess- fuck! i donât know! just help me out man!â topper paces quickly, bringing his hands to his hair, tugging on it, stressed out of his mind.
âokay, alright, jesus, just clam down!â rafe says, sitting down on the couch, gesturing for topper to sit as well. heâs not sure how long he can keep himself still, already feeling awkward and nervous about not being able to make you cum, only made worse by trying to talk to rafe about it.
âevery time i fuck her, i just get so over excited and cum too quickly and i know this is tmi but i just try my best and every time she doesnât cum and she says its okay but i know itâs really not.â topper blurts out.
âalright, wellâŚâ rafe sighs, pushing his hand through his hair. heâs never had this type of issue before with girls. âdo you finger her? or eat her out? before you fuck her, i mean.â âi eat her out sometimes.â topper shrugs. âshe says my tongue feels good and i can make her cum like that, but not when im fucking her, i just donât know what to do, i just get so excited and⌠and iâve never had this problem with girls before, itâs just y/n.â
âto be fair, sheâs hotter than any girl youâve been with before.â rafe comments. itâs no secret, so he doesnât feel bad saying it, especially when topper nods.
âsheâs way out of my league, thats why iâm sure if i donât fix this sheâs gonna leave me.â topper sighs.
âmaybe a demonstration could help?â rafe suggests, making toppers head snap towards him, a look of fury in his eyes.
âyou are not allowed to fuck my girlfriend.â
âno, man.â rafe shakes his head. âwhat if iâm there while you fuck her? then i can give you specifics, and she will know you are really trying. she told you to ask me right?â âyeah, i guess you have a reputation of being really good.â topper cringes at his own words.
âi am. so, let me help you, top. brother to brother.â
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rafe understands why topper has such a hard time keeping it together as you lay out naked on the bed, eyes flickering between your boyfriend and his best friend, a cautiously optimistic look on your face.
âgo ahead and spread your legs.â rafe says, trying to keep his tone even, to disguise the lust that he feels as his eyes move from your breasts down to between your thighs.
âcan you get naked first topper? i feel weird here.â topper was shirtless, but still had his shorts and underwear on, even though he was obviously straining against the fabric.Â
âyeah.â topper glances briefly to rafe before tugging them down his hips, letting his cock spring free.Â
âso have you ever cum before y/n?â rafe asks.
âyeah, um⌠with my own fingers.â you cough awkwardly. âand when topper eats me out.â
âits really just when iâm inside of her.â topper says with a thick swallow as your thighs part, opening them wide to show off your pussy, already gleaming with wetness and a peachy pink color that makes rafe want to bend down and bury his tongue inside of your folds, but he has to behave himself, just happy to have this opportunity to see you like this.
âwhy donât you finger her first? then you can show me. open her up a little, itâll help.â rafe instructs.
topper nods, reaching down and pressing one finger against your hole. you tense up briefly before relaxing, allowing topper to push his finger in.
âis she tight?â rafe asks, without really meaning to, but he figures you must be from the way you are squeezed so tightly around his finger.
âyeah, thatâs why i can never last.â topper says, thrusting his finger in and out, the slick sounds of his movement squelching throughout the room.
âdoes that feel good y/n?â rafe asks, eyes flickering up to your face.
âmhm.â you nod, but you donât feel any urge to moan, needing more. âcould add a second, top.â âokay.â topper nods, trying to work a second finger in, but you hiss at the stretch, primarily hurting around your entrance, despite your wetness.
âgotta rub her clit too.â rafe says, reaching over and pressing a fingertip to your clit, rubbing it. you gasp out, not just from the good feeling but from rafe touching you, like he swore to topper he wouldnât do before he agreed to this.
toppers finger slips easily in once youâve relaxed to having your clit rubbed. topper looks slightly annoyed, but he stays silent when he sees how much youâre liking it now, unable to hold back your moans. âoh, just like that.â you moan, eyes fluttering closed.
âsee if you can add a third.â rafe says, flicking his finger over your clit before going back to rubbing.
âiâve-iâve never been able to take more than two.â you sit up slightly, surprised when topper presses a third finger and manages to begin thrusting it inside of you.
âaw, fuck.â you whine, trying to close your legs, but topper holds one thigh open with his hand while rafe grasps the other.
âkeep âem open, cutie.â rafe says. âgonna cum?â
âyeah, yeah keep going-â you cut yourself off before you can yell rafes name instead of toppers.
âpull out, top.â rafe says, suddenly taking his hand away, making your back arch off the bed as you squirm, trying to chase their fingers, to get them back touching you.
âno, no, no.â you whine when topper also pulls out, leaving your hole clenching around nothing.
âsometimes if youâre struggling having her cum with your cock inside her, you can edge her first.â rafe says, switching easily back to teacher mode.
âshould i fuck her now?â topper looks to rafe, before glancing to you, realizing he shouldnât be asking permission to fuck his own girlfriend, but rafe has that type of energy, that commanding presence that easily makes him in control of any situation.
âyeah, put the condom on though.â rafe glances to the bed where topper threw a condom out of his pocket earlier. while topper slides it on, your focus on him, rafe takes a moment to reach to his crotch, squeezing his cock and begging himself to settle, to calm down.
topper lines himself up with your entrance, placing one hand on your hip as he lines himself up with his other hand, pushing inside of you slowly as you moan, eyes squeezing shut, obviously aroused and feeling good by him stretching you, so rafe is unsure what the issue is, until topper begins to move.
heâs thrusting too rapidly, overwhelming you. rafe shakes his head, âslowly, topper. deeper thrusts.â
topper manages to get control of himself, slowing down but still not thrusting deeper, and rafe realizes its because of the angle, topper not holding himself low enough to properly thrust.
âhere.â rafe grabs a pillow, a different one from the one youâre laying your head on. rafe taps your hip and you lift them as he stuffs the pillow underneath. âtry now.â
topper scooches closer, now able to thrust much easier, entering you at a far better angle as he takes you repeatedly, still going too erratically, too random.
âon a beat.â rafe says. âgotta fuck her steady, canât just jackhammer.â âi-i-â topper groans out, pulling out, much to your disappointment as you let out a deep sigh. âi canât, was about to cum.â âdamn, baby, you must be real tight.â rafe glances to you, making you blush and close your legs slightly, which is hard as you are propped up, spread open on display.
âtry again, top, itâs okay.â you soothe him, keeping your voice soft and steady.
topper nods, retaking his cock in his hand, pushing it back inside. you nod in encouragement as he moves, already going to shallow and too fast to properly build you up.
âgotta rub her clit too, man. remember sheâs already close from getting edged.â rafe tries to instruct, but when topper places his thumb on your clit, his movements are jerky and too harsh, almost hurting as you cringe, but in your displeasure, your cunt clenches around toppers cock and he looses control, moaning as he cums, pumping into the condom.
âshit!â topper shouts out in pleasure, before he realizes youâre looking up at him with disappointment in your eyes. âshit.â he groans again, this time angry with himself as he pulls out in shame.
âitâs okay, top.â you sit up, moving the pillow as you reach out for your boyfriend, or at least attempt to, but he moves away, looking down in shame.
âyouâre gonna break up with me now.â toppers voice is sad as he speaks.
âwhat?â it takes you back, not expecting it.
âyouâre gonna break up with me, arenât you? because i canât make you cum, youâre gonna leave me? god, iâm so pathetic.â âi canât believe you think iâm that shallow.â you scoff as topper pulls the condom off and tosses it into rafes trashcan, who is simply glancing back and forth between the two of you. âthat i would break up with you over sex?â âyou wouldnât?â topper questions.
âyou would?â you question back, growing frustrated. âtopper, i let you take my virginity, i canât believe you thought i would do that just⌠just go.â
âno, baby, listen.â topper begins.
âiâm not breaking up with you yet.â you tell him. âbut i need some space, please just go.âÂ
topper canât hide the tears welling up in his eyes, and he doesnât want to cry in front of you, and especially not rafe, so he pulls his clothes back on quickly and haphazardly before leaving, slamming the door shut behind him.
you sigh, burying your head in your hands. you wouldnât break up with topper just because of sex, but his reaction to what happened makes you question everything.
âyou okay baby?â rafe asks, making you jump, forgetting he was there.
âyeah, sorry, i can leave.â you move to get off the bed when rafe grabs your wrists, making you stop.
âor you could stay.â rafe says, his voice suggestive, as well as the look on his face.
âi-but topperâŚâ âjust finishing off what he started. come on, you came here for help anyways. lets see if you can cum when i fuck you.â âi-i guess it wouldnât hurt to try.â --
rafe finally picks his head up from between your legs, cunt now bright red and covered in mess due to your three orgasms his tongue and fingers brought out of you, deciding to go for overstimulation instead of edging, now that he was the one getting to have you.
âstill thinking about topper?â rafe asks, pressing a kiss to your puffy clit, making you whine out.
âno.â you admit honestly, all of your thoughts have been replaced by rafe. âfuck me, please, rafe.â
rafe smirks, standing up and taking his shirt off, pleased that your eyes glaze over as you watch him undress, jaw dropping open when his cock is revealed, already hard and leaking.
âyeah, i know iâm bigger than him.â rafe smirks as he climbs onto the bed. âbut i opened you up enough, didnât i? or do i need to make you cum again?â
ân-no.â you shake your head, already so overstimulated. âi want your cock, i need it.â âhe always fucks you in missionary?â rafe asks, wanting to make you cum in the same position that topper couldnât, proving yet another way heâs superior.
âyeah, we havenât tried anything else.â you say, leaving out the word yet not sure if you can go back to topper after this.
rafe nods, looking towards his drawer that he knows contains condoms, going to grab one before you speak up suddenly, âyou-you can fuck me raw. if you want. iâm on birth control.â rafe canât help but smirk, nodding as he grabs the same pillow again, placing it under your hips, bringing your tired legs up, thighs falling open.
âtell me if it hurts or if anything doesnât feel good.â rafe says. heâs sure itâs toppers' inadequacies making you struggle, but just in case he wants to take good care of you.
âmkay.â you nod, hands fisting in the bed sheets as rafe rubs the head of his cock through your sticky folds, making sure to tap against your clit, just to tease you even further.
âgonna fuck you so much better than he ever could. âts why you should be with me instead, baby.â rafe says, not letting you respond or even think too much about his statement as his cock pushes inside of you, making your back arch off the bed.
âoh my god!â you shout out, moaning wildly without care as rafe begins to thrust, deep and hard, hitting spots inside of you that topper has never touched before.
âoh, fuck.â rafe groans out. âyou are tight, baby.â your cunt is squeezing him, molding to his walls. âno wonder he cums so quickly.â you shake your head, not wanting to think about topper, not wanting to feel any guilt or regret as rafes hips swing forward, cock pressing against your gummy walls as he moves a thumb to your clit, rubbing it in that same enticing way that made your high build so quickly last time.
âfeels really good, rafey.â you moan, raising and lower your hips slightly in time with his thrusts, forcing his cock even deeper inside of you, feeling his hot skin against yours, the first person to take you bare.
âi knew there was nothing wrong with you.â rafe smirks. âalready close to cumming, arenât you?â
despite your body being tired from your three previous orgasms, you do feel another one building in your stomach.
âyeah, thats what i thought.â rafe moves faster, rubbing his thumb more intensely. ânothing wrong with you baby, you are perfect. perfect tight little cunt.â âplease.â you whine out, unsure what you are begging for as tears slide down your cheeks, purely from being overwhelmed with pleasure. youâve never managed more than two orgasms in a night, and heâs close to doubling that.
âcum for me, doll. donât have to beg. wanna feel that cunt squeezing around me.â rafe encourages you, pumping quickly as he pinches your clit between his thumb and finger before letting go and rubbing quickly, forcing the orgasm out of you as you scream, entire body tightening as your hips rise, high overtaking you as your eyes open to see rafe looking back at you, cocky look in his eye, but his jaw is slackened in pleasure as your cunt spasms around his dick.
âthatâs it, good girl.â rafe affirms, thumb now gently touching around your clit, bringing you down slowly as his cock stays lodged deep inside of you.
you shiver as you lower your hips, breath slowly coming back to normal.Â
rafe bends over your body, taking your lips in a kiss. you moan into his mouth, his tongue licking against your bottom lip before pushing into your mouth.
âyou just came on my cock, pretty girl.â rafe says.
âi know, i loved it.â you hum, eyes sliding shut as rafe kisses your jaw, obsessed with the taste of your skin almost as much as your cunt.
âhmm, so two more? three?â rafe suddenly snaps his hips forward, making you realize heâs still buried inside of you.
âwait, wha-â your question is cut off as rafe straightens, resuming his same pace as if he didnât just deliver you the most mind blowing orgasm.
âyou think iâd be satisfied with getting you to cum just once?â rafe tsks and shakes his head. âwe arenât even close to done.â
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love at your door
minatozaki sana x fem!reader
synopsis: you wake up on the couch to find out that itâs actually not your couch and oh my god why is your hot neighbor sitting across from you watching tv???
warnings: sana is a FLIRT ; reader is a loser ; sana is a losersexual ; pacing is iffy but itâs bc i wanted it to be short ; alcohol ; anything else i didnât mention ; not proofread so prob spelling errors idk i wrote most on my phone
a/n: based off the time i got drunk and fell asleep in the wrong room⌠anyways my love for sana will NEVER DIE guess whoâs BACK.
you wake up with a groan, face smushed against a cushion that's definitely not yours, and the first thing that hits youâaside from the dull pounding in your headâis the faint sound of a tv playing in the background.Â
slowly, you crack your eyes open, blinking against the morning light. you finally realize youâre not in your room, and the couch you're sprawled out on⌠also not yours.
you sit up too quickly and regret it immediately, head spinning, the room around you momentarily blurred. but then it sharpens, and your heart nearly stops when you spot her. sana, your neighborâyour gorgeous, gorgeous neighbor that youâve been eyeing since you moved inâsitting across from you on her armchair, completely unbothered with her legs tucked underneath her, eyes fixed on the tv but clearly aware youâre awake now.Â
sheâs holding a ceramic mug in one hand, and for some reason, that little detail makes everything so much worse.
becauseâhow did you end up here?
you glance down at yourself and, of course, youâre still in your luigi costume from last night. the tight green tank top clings to you under the denim overalls (one strap purposely loose and falling off your shoulder because youâre desperate for attention in these trying times) which you had decided to wear in some ill-fated attempt to look âhotâ while still committing to the theme. you had succeeded, at least you think, judging from the compliments you vaguely remember through the drunken haze of the halloween party. but now, under sanaâs gaze, you suddenly feel a lot less confident about it.
âjesus christ,â you mutter, rubbing your temples, trying to piece together what happened. âwhatââ
âmorning sleepy,â sana says, finally looking over at you, lips curling into a small, amused smile. âyou came stumbling in after the party. i figured it was safer to let you crash here than send you back to your place like that.â
this has to be a nightmare.
her voice is casual, like this isnât completely mortifying for you. like this isnât the exact scenario your sleep-deprived, engineering-major brain has dreamed up in countless fleeting moments when youâve caught glimpses of her in the hallways (well, you figured youâd be in a less embarassing scene) but now itâs real, and your heart is thudding painfully loud in your chest, and you canât decide if you want to disappear or if you never want to leave.
(the first option might be the smartest)
you clear your throat, pushing down the urge to bury your face in your hands. âiâm so sorry. i didnâtâi didnât mean to crash here like that. i mustâve been drunk out of my mind iâ fuck, nayeon, that bitch⌠im sorry my friends theyâreââ
âdonât worry about it,â she waves off your apology, taking a sip from her mug, her gaze briefly dipping down to your outfit before flicking back to your face. âi never knew luigi could look this good.â she adds, a smirk playing on her face that renders you weak.
you feel heat rise to your face instantly, and youâre pretty sure itâs not just the aftermath of all the alcohol you consumed last night. her words hang in the air, teasing, but thereâs something else in her tone that sends a jolt through you. something that makes you suddenly hyper-aware of how exposed you feel, the snug fit of the tank top and the way her eyes had lingered on your exposed skin just for a second.
âuhââ you start, but your voice comes out strained, so you clear your throat again, scrambling for a response. âthank youâŚ?â
she grins at your awkwardness, a soft, almost mischievous smile that only adds to the rising tension in the room. âyouâre welcome.â
you force a laugh, trying to ignore the way her gaze makes your skin tingle. âright, well⌠thanks for, uh, taking care of me. and not letting me do something even more embarrassing.â
âmore embarrassing than this?â sana raises an eyebrow, clearly enjoying your discomfort. she gestures toward your outfit with a nod, and you canât help but huff a laugh this time, the tension breaking just a little.
âpoint taken,â you mutter, swinging your legs off the couch to stand, only for a wave of dizziness to hit. sanaâs on her feet in a second, steadying you with a hand on your arm, her touch gentle but firm.
âeasy,â she murmurs, and you freeze, suddenly way too aware of how close she is. her hand lingers just a second too long, and when she finally lets go, you feel like you can breathe againâbut it doesnât stop your pulse from racing.
her eyes dart down to the base of your neck and the intensity of her gaze is amplified.
âquite a hickey, huh?â
âwhat?â you had to be drunk drunk. you canât recall anything about kissing girls, youâre not the type to be like that when under the influence. âthatâsâ i canât even remember.â
âhad fun, didnât you?â sana looks back into your eyes, making you shrink despite her smaller frame. you feel sorry, you want to apologize for something you canât even rememberâyou have no clue why. she���s just your neighbor. sheâs the neighbor down the hall that greeted you kindly when you had moved in to town. the same neighbor that you had to blink multiple times at before realizing sheâs not a fairytale princess thatâs creeped out of the books.
you glance at the door, needing an escape, even though a very large part of you doesnât want to leave just yet. but standing in her living room in yesterdayâs clothes with your head still buzzing is doing nothing for your nerves.
âi should, uh, probably go,â you say, pointing vaguely toward the door.
sana steps back, giving you space, but her expression shifts into something playful as she watches you. âright. but heyâif you ever need a place to crash again, my couch is always open.â
you blink, not sure if sheâs joking or if thereâs more to that offer. but before you can overthink it, you nod, mumbling a quick, âthanks, iâll keep that in mind,â before heading for the door.
and just as youâre about to step out, sana calls after you, her voice teasing, warm. âhey, luigi.â
you pause, turning to look at her.
she leans casually against the doorframe, eyes glinting with that same playfulness, and she gives you a slow, once-over before her lips curve into a smirk. âseriously. never knew luigi could be this hot.â
your heart stutters in your chest, and all you can do is laugh, a nervous, breathless sound, before quickly slipping out the door, your mind buzzing as you head back to your place.
sana always caught your eye, but now⌠now youâre pretty sure youâre never going to stop thinking about her.
â
the whole day youâre quite literally losing your mind. as soon as you crash onto your bed when you get back home, you cringe at how much of an idiot you are, and at the fact that you accepted every single drink handed to you by nayeon.
and then the next day, youâre still replaying the entire morning in your headâhow sanaâs words lingered, the way her eyes had flickered over you with that teasing smile. itâs been driving you to distraction all day. you couldnât focus during class, barely heard a word your professor said, and by the time your last lecture ends, youâve come to a decision.
youâre going to do something about it.
(youâre undeniably an idiot, but everyone in your circle knows that anyway.)
so after class, you stop by the small flower shop near campus. itâs not something youâd typically doâflowers and chocolate, thatâs so clichĂŠ, right? but somehow it feels like the right move. sana had caught you completely off guard yesterday, and maybe itâs time you do the same.
you have a small conversation with the florist, who recommends her favorite assortment of tulips. you donât want to do too much, so you settle with yellow tulips, their petals delicate and bright. simple, but thoughtful (you hope).
next, you pick out a small box of chocolates, nothing fancy but enough to show youâve put some real thought into this. because somehow, leaving things the way they were feels unfinished.
you canât possibly just leave it like that, you canât have the only real memory and meaningful interaction between you and sana consist of you flat out drunk and at a loss for words.
youâre already a loser as it is, and especially when sana is aroundâwhether thatâs when you two both end up at the mailbox together, with you losing the ability to speak when she simply smiles and compliments you; and also the simple greetings when you two arrive at around the same time on wednesdayâs and thursdays (not that you take note of itâyou definitely do).Â
when you get home, you scribble out a short note on a small card:
hi sana, Â
thanks for letting me crash on your couch yesterday. iâm really, really sorry.Â
hereâs a little something as a thank you. hope you like tulips.
and chocolate.
â luigiÂ
you read it over twice, fighting the nervous energy bubbling up inside you. itâs playful, casual, but maybeâhopefullyâitâll make her smile. you take the flowers, chocolates, and the note, placing everything neatly in a small brown paper bag before heading down the hall.
when you reach her doorstep, your heart is pounding. you place the bag gently on the ground, adjusting the flowers one last time so they look perfect. then, you take a deep breath and knock, firm but quick, before spinning on your heel and rushing back to your own place.
you barely make it through the door before the nerves fully hit. your heart races, and you lean back against the door, letting out a heavy breath. what if she doesnât like it? what if itâs too much?
but before your thoughts spiral too far, you hear the faint sound of her door opening down the hall, followed by the quiet shuffle of her picking up the bag.
thereâs silence for a bit before you hear the door close again, earning a sigh of relief.
if your friends were to find out literally everything that had happened in the span of less than forty-eight hours, theyâd tease you until you had to move out again.
â
the next night, youâre at your desk, buried in the engineering assignment youve been given that same day. something about fluid dynamics, a dense problem set that has you scribbling equations and checking graphs on your laptop. itâs not exactly easy to focusâyour mind keeps wandering back to sana, the flowers, the chocolates, and really just everything about her. every time you think about her, a small smile tugs at your lips, despite the headache thatâs building from the workload.
then, out of nowhere, you hear a knock at the door.
you blink, glancing at the clock. youâre not expecting anyone, and for a second, you wonder if you imagined it. but when the knock repeats, you push your chair back, setting aside your notes. still a little distracted by the assignment, you take your time getting up, stretching briefly before finally heading to the door.
when you open it, thereâs no one there. just silence, the hallway empty. but as you glance down, you spot something on the floorâa folded piece of paper. your heart skips a beat, and you canât help but grin as you bend down to pick it up, already knowing who itâs from.
you unfold the note, and sanaâs handwriting greets you:
so, youâre kinda cute even in that luigi costumeâi couldnât stop thinking about you
(i think youâre cute in uniform and not)Â
though i have to askâwhatâs with the hickey? did luigi have a little too much fun? ;)
anyway, i liked the flowers. i liked the chocolates too.Â
but i think i like the person giving them more.
you should come over in five minutes if youâre not too shy. i mean, you werenât that shy the other night ;)Â Â
â sana <3
your face heats up instantly as you read the hickey line, hand instinctively reaching to touch your neck. thereâs no way, right? you donât rememberâ
then it hits you. fuck. it wasnât a hickey. nayeon had bullied you about how you ran into something that night at her party, some broom? wall? maybe momo elbowed you? or something. youâre not the type to just fuck random girls, not when youâre loyal to your neighbor that you utter maybe three sentences a week to if youâre lucky. but the thought of what had happened that night isnât even important because now your mindâs racing, thinking about how sanaâs teasing you. youâd be lying if you said it didnât make you all giddy and nervous.
you reread the note, feeling that familiar nervous excitement grow. come over in five minutes if youâre not too shy. your pulse picks up. thereâs no way youâre saying no to that.
without bothering to change out of your hoodie and sweats, you grab your keys, locking the door behind you as you head down the hall. your heartâs still racing, and your mindâs swirling with a mix of nerves and anticipation as you stop in front of sanaâs door.
when she opens it, sheâs standing there with that same playful smirkâsultry, seductive, and somehow so cute at the same time. her eyes gleam like she already knows exactly whatâs going through your mind.Â
"took you long enough," she says, stepping aside to let you in, her voice warm, teasing. "for a second, i thought youâd be too shy to show up."
you huff a laugh, shaking your head as you walk inside, glancing around her apartment again. âiâmâ iâm not.â it sounds unconvincing, but the woman in front of you thinks itâs adorable.
she quirks a brow, then smiles at that, closing the door behind you. "good to know." she says, handing you a small glass of wine and suddenly everything is a little bit too intimate.Â
the two of you end up sitting on her couch, the tv still softly playing in the background like it had been the other morning. the conversation flows easilyâthereâs that natural comfort between you now, even with the teasing tension that lingers under the surface.
she talks about herself and you talk about yourself too, piquing both your interests. small talk grows into something bigger and you two enjoy the newfound information youâre both learning about each other. youâre breaking the ice, maybe easing into the cold waters in comparison to splashing into it.
âso, about that hickey,â she says, leaning back into the couch, her grin widening as she glances pointedly at your neck. her leg crosses over the other and she holds the glass in her hand near her lips, a small smirk tugging at one corner. âiâm just saying, it looks a little suspicious.â
you roll your eyes, your face heating up again. âitâs not a hickey. i swear.â
âuh-huh,â she teases, clearly not letting it go. âsure itâs not.â
âapparently i hit a broom or wallâsomething like that.â you shake your head, laughing lightly, but thereâs an undeniable pull between you two.Â
the way she looks at you, the way her smile lingers a little too long, and the way her knee brushes against yours every now and thenâyou have to hold yourself back from saying and doing a lot of things. itâs in the way her voice lowers when she speaks, soft and reeling.
you spend the next hour just talking, laughing, sharing random stories about classes, her teasing you about your engineering homework, and you teasing her back about her terrible taste in tv shows. every time she smiles or laughs, it feels like a small victory, something you want to keep chasing. and every time you speak her eyes are in deep contact with yours, spiking your heartrate without fail.
eventually, the conversation lulls, and thereâs a moment of quiet where she looks at you, her eyes softening just slightly. âyou know,â she murmurs, âiâm really glad you came over. this⌠was nice.â
âyeah,â you say, smiling back, your heart racing in your chest. âit was.â
âi always thought you were really cute,â she says before sipping on her white wine, âbut iâm not a chaser.â
âis that right?â
âunless you count me responding to your apology, then yes.â
you laugh, setting the empty glass down.Â
âwell,â you begin, biting your lip. âi like to pursue.â
âquite forward isnât it?â
âyou invited me over for wine, it doesnât get more forward than what youâve brought to the table.â
âis that so?â sana hums, tilting her head. she bites the inside of her lip, looking at you with narrowed eyes. âi think it can get more forward.â
your breath hitches in the slightest and you can tell sanaâs noticed when she lets out that signature chuckle.Â
âwell, i think itâs time to end the night. you were working on assignments prior, no?â you frown at the suggestion.
âiâ yeah, youâre right.âÂ
thereâs a knowing smile on her lips, but you ignore it and stand up with her as she walks you to her door.Â
âi had a great time pretty girl,â she puts her hand on your forearm while saying it, her touch burning your skin. âhopefully we can be much more forward next time.â
you laugh. âi like the sound of that.â
âmhm, goodnight.â she says, grinning at you before meekly closing her door.
you purse your lips before walking down the hall and reaching your door. your hand lingers on the doorknob before you turn it and head in, feeling a sense of regret.
âŚ
sana hears a knock at her door ten minutes later, turning off the sink and drying her hands before walking over to see whatâs up.Â
the moment the door opens and sana sees you standing there, the look on her face is priceless.
âwhatââ she starts, raising an eyebrow, clearly confused, but before she can finish, you step forward, your hand reaching out to grab her forearm gently. you pull her just a little closer, your heart pounding as you look at her.
âi want to be more forward,â you admit, voice low, the question hanging in the space between you.
for a second, she just stares at you, wide-eyed, before a soft laugh escapes her. she gets it now. âoh, weâre moving pretty fast, arenât we?â she teases, her eyes gleaming with amusement. âtake me out to dinner.â
you grin, and she hesitates for a beat, but then she nods, and itâs enoughâenough to send your pulse racing, enough for you to lean in. before you can close the distance, though, her hand comes up, fingers lightly brushing the base of your neck, and you feel her shiver as she touches you.
âyou say that like,â you pause, observing the surprise and allure in her features. âlike you didnât eye-fuck me the other night.â
her cheeks flush as her fingers linger on your skin, and you catch the way she bites her lip, trying to hide her own smile. you donât wait any longer.
you lean in and meet her lips with yours, melting into it just as she does.Â
it starts soft, just a gentle press of your lips against hers, but it quickly deepens as sana lets out a quiet, surprised sound that turns into something moreâsomething sheâs clearly enjoying a little too much. her hand moves to tangle in your hair, pulling you closer, and the way she kisses you back sends a thrill through you.
before you know it, sheâs dragging you inside, one hand still tangled in your hair, the other guiding you back toward the couch. the door closes behind you, but you barely notice, too focused on the way her lips move against yours.
when you finally pull back for air, sheâs breathless, grinning like sheâs just won something. âyou shouldâve been this forward earlier,â she teases, her thumb brushing against the side of your neck.
âyeah?â you ask, a little breathless yourself, but you canât stop smiling.
âyeah,â she murmurs, eyes flickering down to your lips before she leans in again, kissing you slower this time, savoring it. sana is a great kisser, the type of kisser that leaves you wanting more and more. after a moment, she pulls back, just enough to whisper, âmaybe you should stay a little longer.â
you canât help but laugh softly. âyou sure you can handle that?â
âplease,â she says, eyes twinkling with that familiar mischievous look. âyou werenât that shy the other night.â
âwell i was drunk andââ
before you can even finish your response, sheâs kissing you again, and this time, youâre more than happy to let her pull you even closer.
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F*CK ME LIKE YOU MAD AT ME BABY!!
pairings (separate) ŕ¨ŕ§ : toji fushiguro x reader, gojo satoru x reader, choso kamo x reader, suguru geto x reader
contains ŕ¨ŕ§ : adult content (mdni), piv penetration, jealous/angry s*x, face sitting, c*nnilingus, overstim, car sex, squ*rting, edging, oral s*x (giving and receiving), pet names
a/n ŕ¨ŕ§ : i might make a part 2 w/ sukuna, higuruma, nanami and shoko (or others), but it depends on how well this does!! not proofread btw, i posted this while half asleep đ
in honor of me hitting 300+!!
toji fushiguroââ
âfuck did i tell you about hanginâ out with thatâ bastard?â toji emphasizes each of his words with a snap of his hips. deep, merciless strokes into that, slick, puffy cunt of yours.
it was tired, tired from all the abuse it had taken. toji managed to pull threeâ no, four orgasms out of you in the span of an hour.
impossible for some. but toji? never that. he knew you like the back of his hand.
which is exactly how he knew youâd be so gullible, so naive, towards your conniving coworker.
of course you didnât notice when heâd take glances at your tits as they restrained in your uniform. of course, when he offered to take you out to restaurants, you thought of it as âstrictly businessâ.
but of course, thats what toji was here forâ to keep you in check.
âim, haahâ mâsorry tojii!!â you choked out a pathetic sob, trying your best to find common ground with the man. this torture had gone on for.. god knows how long. your brain was too fuzzy to even attempt to recall what time it was.
âsorry, my ass. shouldaâ been sorry a long time ago, mama. sâtoo late for all that now..â he grunted in reply, still continuing the ungodly pace he was going at.
jackhammering himself into you at this pointâ his full, aching balls slapping against your wetness.
he had your back archedâ face up, ass down, hands tied behind your back, bobbing up and down with each mean thrust. red marks ingrained into the fat of your hips from the way he hooked his nails into them, making sure youâd be unable to run from him.
and it wasnât just your hips that were marked, oh no. the crook of your neck, just along your collarbone, the inner and outer regions of your plush thighs. toji made sure to mark you up real nice and good.
âif you were really sorry,â he continued. âyou wouldâve stopped fuckinâ talking to that asshole months ago. then he woulda never thought it wasâ shit, be so handsy witâ yaâ.â
as toji replayed the scene in his head, his strokes were even sharper, practically burying you into the mattress at this point. he remembered picking you up from work, in your blouse and short pencil skirt that rode up your ass.
your coworker stopped you before leaving though, exchanging a quick goodbye, and a âsimple hug.â atleast thats what you called it.
but having his hands around your waist, slowly inching towards the hem of your skirt was anything but simple.
âtoji, pleaseâ mâ really sorry! didnât know..â you almost incoherently babbled out. the way his cock repeatedly pummeled its way against your sweet spot, it had you dumb. stupid, even.
âyaâ never fuckinâ know, huh? poor thing..gotta protect you from these men out here, yeah? need me by your side at all times?â he cooed sarcastically as you frantically nodded in reply.
âneed you, daddy. n-need you to protect meââ
toji chuckled darkly, almost feeling bad from how pathetic you looked, how pathetic you sounded. the way your eyes rolled back as he hit your g-spot over and over, or the helpless cries that left your mouth as he did so.
âgood. nâ thats how it needs to stay, mama.â
satoru gojoââ
satoru couldnât wait. he physically could not wait until he got home. no no, he needed you now.
his hands were engulfed in your hair, grabbing a plentiful handful as he bobbed your head up and down, soft groans of pleasure emitting from his parted lips.
âyou thought that shit you pulled today was funny, yeah? messy fuckinâ girl.â
gojo had a meeting earlier with the higher-ups, discussing training for his students. you were practically on your knees, begging to tag along. after some consideration, he obliged (of course)âafter all, whoâs he to deny his favorite girl?
unfortunately for you, the meeting was more boring than you thought. listening to their voices drone on for what felt like eternities made your head ache.
unfortunately for satoru though, you let boredom get to the best of you.
he looked so damn attractive next to you, so professionalâ like his whole demeanor changed. your mind couldnât help but wander elsewhere. your hands couldnât help but wander either, as they discreetly drifted to the middle of his lap.
gojo let out a soft groan as you began palming him through his slacks, but was quick to conceal it with a cough. he tried desperately not to react too visibly, but it was becoming increasingly tormenting with each passing moment.
finally, after what felt like an eternity for both of you (though likely only seconds), satoru couldn't contain himself any longerâ interrupting the meeting abruptly by announcing that you both needed to leave early due "to personal matters." with that excuse out of the way, he dragged you out before anyone could question the sudden departure.
to be quite frank, it was hilarious. well, in your eyes atleast. for satoru�
ah, not so much.
mascara ran down your cheeks, tears welling upâblurring your vision as you felt the tip of his cock hit your uvula over and over. you could feel it throbbing angrily in your mouth as your tongue slobbed around the base.
gojo continued thrusting his hips back and forth into your mouth, holding onto your hair tightly. looking up, you could see his eyes rolling to the back of his head, milky strands of hair sticking to his sweaty forehead.
even in his state, he still looked so dreamy.
satoru held you down, forcing you onto his base, your nose brushing against his well-kept happy trail. you choked, strings of drool pooling effortlessly down his cock. he let out a deep, throaty moan that seemed to reverberate inside the car. your mouth was so warm, so welcoming.
gojos thrusts intensified as he continued to recklessly pound himself into your slack jaw, the salty taste of his precum dribbling onto your tongue. he was close to cummingâ you both knew it.
his movements became more shaky and jagged, sloppily going in and out of your mouth before stopping. before you knew it, sweet yet salty ropes of his essence painted the back of your throatâ making you instinctively swallow. satoru quickly pulled out, resting his bare cock on your face as he felt another load arising.
and it did, painting your pretty face with his sticky, pearlescent seed.
gojo looked at the sight beneath him, cursing underneath his breath as he admired how good you looked. even covered in his cum, even with your hair all disheveled, you still looked amazing.
âa-acting out to get what you wantâ tsk, what a brat.â he teased, still recovering from his orgasm. typical gojo, even in his weakest moments, he never lost his charm nor attitude.
âwell it worked, didnât it?â you retorted, a sly smirk playing on your lips.
âi- uh. . . no comment.â
kamo chosoââ
choso was never the type to take his anger out on his loved ones, especially you.
the half curse, half human wasnât unfamiliar with the feelings of anger and jealousy, although he never experienced the writhing feeling first hand.
but of course, thereâs always a first time for everything.
âmine, mine, mineââ choso whined, a series of breathless moans following soon after as he shamelessly pummeled into you. he had you in a nasty mating press as you lay flat on the bed, legs damn near reaching your ears.
âyouâre my girlfriend, no one elseâs. . . especially notâ hngh, his.â
your male friend, who obviously had the hots for you. choso was baffled you couldnât tell, as his flirtatious remarks and actions werenât even that subtle.
the way heâd compliment your outfits, blatantly staring at your chestâ especially when you wore lower cut tops. or when heâd ogle at your curves, licking his lips as his eyes rode up your thighs.
or like today, when he suggested you leave your boyfriend for him. now that, was chosoâs last straw.
"you really shouuuld, ya know?" he slurred into your ear, clearly intoxicated from the drinks you both were sipping on. choso was just a few feet away in the living area, engrossed in some show he was watching. but his eyes flicked over to you occasionally, as he kept an eye on the situation.
"i mean, why are you even with him?" your friend continued, his voice a loud whisper, clearly thinking he was discreet. "you deserve someone who really appreciates you. someone like... me."
choso was enragedâhe undeniably heard every word. someone who really appreciates you? the nerve.
standing up, he approached you two, shooting daggers into your friends wicked expression as he wrapped his muscular arm around your waist.
but that cockiness soon faltered after noticing your boyfriends deadly glare. your male friend started pathetically apologizing, claiming it was a âjoke.â
but even choso knows that drunk words are sober thoughts.
âf-fuuck, âchoâŚhe, aahâ didnt mean it!â
âdont c-careâŚâ he grunted, low and rough. his jagged, uncontrolled, breaths tickled against your skin as he nuzzled his way into the crook of your neck. âi appreciate you more than he, nngh, ever w-will.â
you let out a soft moan, his words shooting shivers down your spine. choso was never like thisâ so possessive. but whoâs to say you were complaining?
he continued ravishing into you, so carnallyâ the feeling of being so completely claimed by him was both exhilarating and terrifying.
but damn, it turned you on like nothing else.
his pants echoed in your ears as he picked up speed, his body moving against yours in perfect rhythm, the sound of his thighs slamming against your own. any thoughts you had, fled from your mind except for the sensation of his cock bottoming out inside you and the way he took control of both your body and mind.
as the intensity built, you could feel yourself getting closer to you peak. you didn't want it to end, but you also knew that when it did, the pure feeling alone would be delectable.
âchosoâ mâgonna, f-fuck! mmâgonna cumm~!â you blubbered out, your eyes starting to pool. with those words, he picked up his pace even moreâ delving deeper inside of you. just as you were about to let go and give in, adrenaline coursing through your veins, choso objected.
"n-not yet,â he denied. âmâ not done with you yet."
geto suguruââ
âsâtoo much, sugâ!â you sobbed loudly as getoâs tongue danced around your clit, sending waves of pleasure coursing through your body.
you squirmed and writhed on suguru's face, your hips grinding against his mouth as he expertly teased your clit with his tongue. you couldn't believe how good it felt, how skilled he was at his craft.
"suguru..." you panted, gripping the headboard tightly as yet another wave of pleasure hit you like a semi-truck. "mâsorry, please. i-i didnât mean itâŚâ
suguru chuckled softly against your sensitive flesh, his expression twisting into a devilish grin. "oh?" he teased, his warm breath sending shivers down your spine. "didnât mean what? i canât quite recall what it was."
he knew exactly what you were implying. yet, he was teasingâ because the both of you knew what you said earlier contradicted this current state you were in now.
you bit your lip, feeling a warm blush creep up on your cheeks at the memory of what had come out of your mouth during the heat of the moment. "..âsaid that you n-never make me cum," you mumbled sheepishly.
geto paused for a moment before resuming his ministrations with renewed vigor, causing yet another surge of pleasure to ripple through your body. "is that so? hm⌠iâve never made you cum?" he asked mockingly, his voice full of amusement. âwell sheâs tellinâ me otherwise baby.â
he was referring to your cunt. the way âsheâ squelched as suguru slid his slender fingers in with ease, coated from your own slick mixed with his saliva.
the way he curled those digits inside of you, hitting that sweet spot that made your back arch and moans escape from between parted lips even as they were pressed against his face.
as his fingers continued to stroke your inner walls, searching for that perfect spot that would send you over the edge, his other hand reached up to play with one of your nipples.
the combination of the two was enough to make your head spin and your body shudder with anticipation. "s-suguru..." you whimpered out between gasps for air. "please... don't stop..."
his only response was a low rumble from deep within his chestâvibrating against your cunt as he swirled his tongue around your clit once again before finally taking it into his mouth completely, plunging two fingers deep inside of you.
a sharp hiss escaped from between your clenched teeth, followed by a subdued cry as suguru circled inside of you. he smirked, watching eagerly as your facial expression twisted lewdly with each nasty ministration. he was such a tease.
it felt as though your very being was on the verge of exploding. every nerve ending screamed for release, begging to be set free from this torment. the tension coiled tightly within you, threatening to snap at any moment and send waves of ecstasy crashing over your body.
you could feel it coming closer nowâ that inevitable peak where all sensations would converge into one, resulting in a mind-blowing orgasm. your heart raced, pounding against your chest like a drum signaling an approaching storm. sweat trickled down between your breasts and pooled at the small of your back as you arched further into suguru's touch.
but as quick as the pleasure built to a crescendo, it ended just as fast.
geto pulled his mouth away suddenly, grinning up at you from his spot between your legs, eyes sparkling with mischief. "since you said i never make you cum," he teased, his fingers curling inside of you in a way that threatened to push you over the edge yet again.
"iâm sure someone else will be able to help alleviate that little problem of yours." and with those words, he rose from his place underneath your figure. your legs being shaky, unstable, gave out beneath you, making you plop onto the mattress.
as geto sauntered towards the door with a smug smile on his face, he turned back to give one last taunt. âdont worry," he said with an air of false concern. "it shouldnât be too hard finding someone that makes you cum as hard as i do."
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Missed Every Inch
Older Bf!Logan x Reader (3.2kw)
a/n: got this idea based off this post ^ bc iâve been thinking a lot abt old man logan lately.. so enjoy 3k words of pure smut.
tw: 18+ MDNI, explicit sexual content, overstimulation, rough sex, light degradation/teasing, power dynamics, breeding, kink/multiple orgasms, slightly aggressive behavior (e.g. tearing clothing), cockwarming, heavy on missionary, p in v, pw/op
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Alternatively, older bf!logan doing the whole âfuck, I missed youâ thing when he slides inside you after not being able to for a whole two weeks.
How he ever let that happen he doesnât know, schedules became hectic, nights became short, and fourteen days later heâs as riled up as a bull seeing red â well not exactly but either way Logan is not about to let this continue any longer.
Sure the both of you had small moments here and there, like your shared morning showers, warm embraces and passionate kisses at the door before either of you left for the day, video calls during lunches that usually ended with Logan teasing you about giving him something to keep him going and you complying by quickly flashing the camera. Giggling shyly when Logan would let out a whistle. And all would be great until you hang up, or leave his sight and he remembers how long itâs been since heâs really felt your true warmth. God the more he thinks about it, the more heâs gonna blow his load right in his plaid pajama pants.
He paces back and forth shirtless in your shared bedroom. Heâs been home alone for three hours now, and you messaged him thirty minutes ago saying you were on your way home meaning you should be walking through the front door any second.
He has one hand stroking his chin and the other hand low on his hip trying to decide if he should be nonchalant or just say to hell with it and jump you as soon as you walk in the door.
He hears the door to your shared apartment open, and he jumps out of his skin. Heâs acting so out of character but â heâs really desperate. He says to hell with it and he swings open the bedroom door only to run right into you.
âHi,â You look up at him, with a small smile.
Logan looks at you for a brief moment before he breaks and he wraps an arm around your waist, pulling you in and using the other hand to cradle the back of your head. He pulls you in for a heated kiss, the kind that ignites the heat in your chest that slowly spreads to the tips of your fingers.
You become pliant in his arms, letting your weight and balance rely solely on Logan as he continues to move his lips against yours. He pulls away for a second allowing you a chance to wrap your arms around his neck and pulling him in closer.
A long moan leaves your lips as he slowly drags his tongue along the inside of your mouth. He gives your tongue a slow and gentle suck before he pulls away.
âHey baby,â He says, a smug look on his face. He wraps both arms around your waist, hands resting on the swell of your ass as he starts to walk the both of you back into the bedroom.
âWhatâs gotten into you?â You ask, as he begins to nose at your temple.
âIâm just glad youâre home now.â He says trailing kisses from your temple to your neck. Your hand snakes from around the back of his neck, and slowly trails down before stopping on his bare chest. Your palm catches the faint beating of Loganâs heart rapid, and pulsing.
âDid I make you wait long?â You ask, tilting your head back, a soft sigh leaves your lips as he places tender kisses along the sensitive parts of your neck.
He doesnât say anything, instead he grabs your hand on his chest, and drags it further down, the heat radiating off his body practically scolding your hand. He brings your hand down his front all the way down to the bulge in his pants.
âYou tell me.â He teases, pulling back to look down at you. With one hand still around his neck, keeping him close you take his dick in the other and fondle the man through the thin fabric of his pants.
âAw,â You coo, âDid I make the poor baby wait too long.â You teased, the motions of your hand unrelenting. A shuddering breath leaves your boyfriendâs lips as his hips buck as much as he tries to hold back.
âSorry sweetheart,â Logan hooks his hands below the curve of your ass and quickly lifts you off your feet. He swiftly spins you around and tosses you on the bed. âNone of that tonight.â He says, grabbing your ankle and yanking you close as he climbs on the bed fitting himself between your thighs.
You let out a loud sigh as his heavy hands clench the clothed flesh of your thighs. His hands trail up to the belt loops of your jeans and he gives them a tug.
âStrip,â He orders. His hand sliding down the front of your legs, hiking your thighs on his hips as he goes to untie the drawstring around his waist. The pants slide down even further, exposing his adonis belt.
You swallow louder than you intended , and he chuckles lowly. You rid your upper half of any thing that could possibly stop the feel of your lover's calloused hands on your body. Logan rips the front of your pants open, tearing the seam and ripping the button off and across to who knows where.
âOh, babe I really liked those.â You moan out softly, under any normal circumstance you wouldâve been upset, but as Logan licks up your stomach as heâs pulling your pants down you figure the pants can come third. You lift your hips and yank the fabric off as Logan finally frees his poor aching cock from the prison that is his pajamas.
He sucks in a deep breath through clenched teeth, and whether it was from pain or pleasure the look on his face was enough to make you cream right then and there. You began to squirm in anticipation, trying to press your thighs together but Logan puts heavy hands on your knees and pries them further apart.
You let him, face flushed and chest panting.
âThatâs it babydoll, show me that pretty pussy, hmm?â He teases you, and your face burns bright with embarrassment. You grab his arm as he pulls you flush against his bare skin. His cock slides against your slick folds, and a whine escapes both your lips.
âFuck.â He grits out as he gyrates his hips, watching in awe as your juices coat his pulsing dick. Your fingers squeeze tighter around his arm.
âLogan.â You breathe out, your hips rising to get more friction.
âHold on baby, you gotta give me a minute.â Heâs out of breath as his hands roam all over the meat of your legs. He hikes your left ankle over his right shoulder and he pulls away.
The both of you breathless, you prop yourself on your elbows and watch as Logan guides the tip of his cock at your entrance. He pauses, leans back on his haunches and looks down at you.
âWhat are you waiting for, big guy?â You lean in and grab his dick, giving it a few strokes.
âItâs been two weeks and I am not a minute man.â He huffs out, watching the movements of your hand.
âYou never have been.â You whisper, guiding the tip inside. Logan shudders as he leans over your body once again. His arms caging you in as his chest heaves. Your ankle slides off his shoulder, as he slowly sinks his dick further into your tight hole.
âOh yes,â You hum, feeling absolutely stretched. Reaching out to grab Loganâs face you bring him in for a sloppy kiss.
âThatâs it baby, give it to me just like that.â You purred, fingers cradling his head, foreheads pressed together, breaths mixing as Logan pulled back slowly, snapping his hips forward.
âFuck, I missed you.â He moans, and you swallow his words.
Logan's thrusts start slow, deliberate, dragging out each movement as if savoring the feel of you. Every inch of him feels like itâs filling you up completely, and you canât help the needy whine that escapes your lips. He grunts softly in response, his breath hot against your cheek.
"Missed this too," you whisper between pants, your body rising to meet his rhythm. Each snap of his hips has you keening, your nails digging into his back, urging him for more. Loganâs pace starts to quicken, his control slipping as the tight heat of your body pulls him in deeper.
"Shit... you're so perfect," he groans, his voice low and rough, sending a shiver down your spine. His mouth trails along your neck, lips brushing over your skin, leaving wet kisses as his hands tighten their grip on your waist, anchoring you to him.
Your thighs tremble around him, your body arching in response as your hands move to grip the sheets. Youâre close, so close, the coil in your belly tightening with every deep thrust.
"Logan... please, don't stop," you beg, your voice breathless and needy.
Loganâs breath hitches as you tighten around him, his body trembling with the effort to hold back. Heâs right on the edge, but instead of pulling out, he leans over you, his lips brushing your ear. His hand grips your thigh, keeping you locked in place as he pushes back in, slowly, torturously deep.
You whimper, feeling him stretch you all over again, and he moans in response, the sound almost desperate. He pulls out just enough to thrust back in, the head of his cock dragging against that sweet spot that makes you see stars. The rhythm is slow but deliberate, his hips grinding into you with an intensity that has your body arching into him. Each time he pulls back, itâs only to push deeper than before, making you gasp and claw at his back.
"Logan... fuck," you moan, overwhelmed by the feeling of him filling you completely. Heâs breathing hard against your neck, his body trembling with the effort to stay in control. But the way his cock moves inside youâdeliberate, steady, dragging out the pleasureâmakes it clear heâs savoring every second.
His need is palpable now, his body pressing against yours as if he canât get close enough. "Iâve missed this... missed you so much," he mumbles, his voice hoarse as he picks up the pace just slightly. The sound of your skin meeting fills the room, the slick heat of your bodies moving in sync, every thrust hitting deeper, making you writhe beneath him.
You feel the tension in him, the way his muscles strain as he fights to hold back. But then his control starts to slip, his pace quickening, each thrust harder and faster, his hips snapping into you with a hunger that leaves you breathless. The coil in your belly tightens again, the pleasure building higher and higher, and you know he can feel it too.
"Fuck, youâre so tight," he groans, burying his face in your neck as his hips drive into you harder. His voice cracks with raw need, his movements becoming frantic. Heâs so close, teetering on the edge, but instead of letting go, he keeps pushing you both further, refusing to pull out. "Iâm not done with you yet," he gasps, his hands gripping your hips, keeping you in place as he thrusts deeper, hitting that perfect spot over and over.
Your body clenches around him, and you cry out, your orgasm hitting you like a tidal wave. Logan feels it, groaning as your walls flutter around him, and you think heâs going to come too, but he doesnât. Instead, he slows just enough to keep himself in control, his hips rocking into you in a rhythm so slow and precise it makes your head spin. He pulls out slightly before pushing back in, bottoming out with every thrust, the sensation keeping you on the edge.
"God, I love you," he mumbles, his voice breaking as he leans down, pressing his forehead against yours. His lips brush against your cheek, your temple, as he keeps up that slow, torturous pace. "Iâm so obsessed with you... I need you, baby, I need this," he groans, his voice thick with emotion, as if the feeling of being inside you is overwhelming him.
You can feel him trembling, hear the soft, needy sounds he makes as he moves inside you, and it sends another wave of pleasure through your body. Your hands find his hair, tugging gently as you pull him closer, pressing your lips to his in a sloppy, desperate kiss. "Iâm here... Iâm yours," you whisper against his lips, your body still shaking from the intensity of your orgasm.
Loganâs thrusts slow even further, until heâs barely pulling out, just rocking into you gently. But every time his cock drags against that sweet spot inside, it sends a jolt of pleasure through you, leaving you trembling. Itâs softer now, more intimate, but still just as intense. Your body is so sensitive, every touch, every movement feels like too much and not enough all at once.
His moans turn softer, more broken, and you can feel his control slipping as he edges closer to release. His breath is hot against your ear, his voice hoarse as he whispers, "I canât stop... you feel so fucking good."
Logan feels you tighten around him with what he thinks is another orgasm, his thrusts becoming purposeful, and he groans deeply, his body shaking as his release crashes into him. His cock throbs inside you, and you feel the warm flood of him filling you up, but just as you expect him to pull out, he surprises you.
âWait, baby⌠not yet,â he rasps, his voice rough with need. Before you can respond, his hips push forward again, grinding deep, his cock still hard inside you. The overstimulation sends a jolt of pleasure through your body, and you let out a sob, clutching meekly at him as he starts moving again, slow but firm. The sensation is overwhelming, but Loganâs grip on your hips tightens as if he canât let go.
You cry, tears forming in your eyes, your body still trembling from your orgasm, but Logan keeps going, his breath ragged and desperate.
âFuck, I need more,â he mumbles against your skin, his lips brushing over your neck as he starts to thrust again. His movements are a little rough, his need palpable, and you can feel him building up again, his body already close to another release.
He thrusts faster now, deeper, his cock dragging against every sensitive spot inside you, and you canât help the way your body reacts.
âOh, Logan~â you cry out, overwhelmed by the feeling of him filling you over and over, the slick sound of your bodies meeting echoing in the room.
Heâs panting now, his breath hot against your skin, and you feel him tense up again. His hips slam into you one last time, and he groans deeply, spilling into you for the second time. But even then, he doesnât stop.
âOh god⌠not yet,â he whispers, almost like a plea, his cock twitching inside you as he keeps rocking his hips. His pace slows but doesnât stop, the overstimulation almost too much to bear, but at the same time, it feels so damn good. His thrusts become shorter, his cock pulling out just enough before pushing back in, keeping him buried deep inside you.
Your body is on fire, sensitive and trembling as Logan chases yet another orgasm. His voice is low, needy, as he presses his forehead to yours, groaning softly.
âI canât stop⌠I need to come again⌠fuck, you feel so good,â he mumbles, almost like heâs talking to himself, completely lost in the sensation of being inside you.
Your legs shake as he thrusts slowly, hitting deep inside you with every roll of his hips. Youâre not sure how much more you can take, but the pleasure is overwhelming, and soon, the coil tightens in your belly again. âLogan, Iâm gonnaââ you cry out, your body tensing as another orgasm rips through you, this one so intense it leaves you seeing stars.
Logan moans with you, his hips snapping forward one last time as he comes again, filling you up even more. His body shakes, his breath heavy as he holds himself deep inside you, his hands gripping your waist tightly like he never wants to let go. You both stay there, trembling and panting, the room filled with the sounds of your heavy breathing.
Even after three orgasms, Loganâs still inside you, his cock softening but not pulling out. Heâs so needy, so desperate to stay connected to you. His lips brush against your ear, his voice soft and broken. âIâm obsessed with you,â he whispers, his hips still moving just enough to keep him inside you.
He leans down to lazily kiss you, lips enveloping his. You stroke his hair, running your fingers through the damp strands as you hold him close, your body finally starting to relax. Loganâs breaths begin to even out, his thrusts slowing to a stop, but he stays buried inside, his body pressing down on yours in a protective, possessive way. His arms wrap around you, pulling you in tighter as he rests his forehead against your shoulder, completely spent.
âStill with me?â he mutters, his voice low and gruff in your ear, the heat of his breath sending a shiver through you.
âBarely,â you tease, your fingers still idly combing through his hair as you try to catch your breath.
Logan huffs a small laugh, pulling back just enough to look down at you. Thereâs a softness in his gaze, a mix of exhaustion and something deeper. âGood. âCause Iâm not ready to move yet.â
You smile, the weight of his body grounding you. âNot like Iâm complaining.â
He dips down to kiss you again, slower this time, a quiet hum escaping his lips as he pulls you closer. His grip tightens, keeping you pressed together, like heâs savoring every last second of this. He grabs the extra duvet from under the pillows and wraps the blanket around your frames.
âDonât go falling asleep on me,â he murmurs against your lips, but thereâs no urgency in his voice. Heâs just as close to passing out as you are.
âI wonât,â you whisper, though your body feels heavy, every muscle finally unwinding.
Eventually, you both roll over, Logan keeping you snug against him, still inside you as he wraps his arms around your waist. The room grows quieter, the sound of your breaths mingling as your heartbeats slow.
âStay here,â he mumbles, his voice barely a whisper now, almost lost in the haze of sleep. His head rests against your chest, his body relaxing completely.
âIâm not going anywhere,â you reply softly, pressing a kiss to his temple, your hand resting on his back. You can feel the last bit of tension leaving his body as he lets out a deep sigh.
Within moments, you both start to drift off, the warmth of his body against yours pulling you deeper into sleep, completely spent but content.
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a/n: did i make logan too needy?
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