#oh boy I’m gonna have to savor this one

[neuvistar]

aventurine x fem!reader. cw. some hsr leak spoilers? + a lil rushed | not proofread, breeding kink, mentions of pregnancies, use of nicknames (feminine terms too, wife.. etc), minors dni. ( this is another aventurine thirst.. slight spoilers(?) r in the beginning!!)

aventurine was the last of his kind, he acknowledged that often. his people, oh his people.. many of the innocent lives of his people were lost, like a baby losing its mother. he knew there was no use in trying to look if there were still survivors, it’s truly no use. he was the last of his kind. and he spent countless days, hours, weeks, months and maybe years thinking he’d die alone, with nobody by his side.. chained to the life of a loner, who is forced to live knowing he couldn’t save anyone of his kind.. chained to a life where people all around him hated his guts.

that was until he met you, his pretty little wife.

aventurine’s always wanted kids, to say the least. not only to restore his kind, but to raise children with you, take them out to parks.. realize the true importance and meaning of a love of a father.

aventurine’s heart belonged to you completely, he couldn’t remember the last time he’s been happy like this.. he loved you with all his heart and it showed. aventurine would kiss you, hug you and rub your belly.. whispering sweet nothings in your ear. “one day.. your tummy will be ready and full of my younglings, my darling wife. are you excited for that day?” you chuckled, rolling your eyes as you gave him a playful smack on the arm. “you’re getting too excited, ‘turine. i’m not even pregnant yet.”

“yet.” aventurine’s hands eagerly made their way down, tracing the shape of your body. "beautiful," he murmured, his voice low and filled with admiration. "you’re so beautiful, i can't help but touch you. my future younglings are so lucky to have such a pretty mother.” his fingers lingered on your breasts, savoring the feeling of their soft weight in his palms. aventurine's eyes flicked up to meet yours, a smoldering intensity in their depths. "i want a daughter with your eyes.. and your beauty, a son with your intelligence.. please. i need it all.” honestly, he’s probably so whiny n desperate all the time, always talking about getting you pregnant.. wanting to see you carry his offsprings, he wanted to restore his happiness and your own.

“mm, i know you don't want me to stop, don’t you?" aventurine’s voice was husky with desire. his hands slipped lower, tracing their way down to your lower abdomen, teasingly brushing against your wet panties. "i’ve been imagining this all night long.. watching you care for our baby girl or baby boy,” he reached beneath your panties, toying with your folds with the tip of his fingers while the others pinch and pull at your nipples. “.. you know i can't stand it anymore, baby. not when you know how much i want to claim you right here, right now. i want children, pretty girl. can.. we?”

“please.” you murmured. a grin emerged from his pretty face, eyes widened as he felt the warmth radiating from between your legs, his nostrils flaring as he inhaled deeply, his mouth watering at the familiar scent. He couldn't help but lick his lips as he continued to rub his hand against your sensitive folds, his thumb brushing against your clit. leaning closer, aventurine pressed his lips against yours in a passionate kiss, his tongue slowly making its way past your parted lips, exploring your mouth hungrily. there was one thing and one thing only in his mind, he was gonna breed you full tonight. your husband’s hand moved up to cup your breast, squeezing it gently before tweaking your nipple between his thumb and index finger, causing you to moan even louder. your body arched into his touch, begging for more..

“so beautiful.. so perfect. such a pretty little thing for me,” aventurine grunted as he continued to thrust in and out of your wet cunt, his cock stretching your walls further than you have ever experienced before. the blonde wrapped his arms around your waist, lifting you up slightly to better angle his thrusts. "i’ll treat you so good, dollface, our little babies are gonna have such a great father, believe me honey.” he panted, his breath hot against your neck. “fuck, ‘turine.. feels too good..” your nails dug deep into his shoulders, leaving shallow marks as you could almost see the stars, biting your lip to suppress the soft whines that threatened to leave your lips. “i know honey, i know it feels good,” aventurine knew he could feel his release building up inside of him, it’s like he buried himself within you to the absolute hilt, his cockhead rubbing against your sweetest spots. “god, i can’t wait for your pregnancy to bloom, dollface.. just like a fuckin’ flower.” his member throbbed and pulsed violently, sending wave after wave of pleasure coursing through both of you.

“can you feel it, doll? my love for you? can you feel it?” you nodded eagerly, your face pressed close against his neck with your eyes sealed shut. “i’m gonna get you pregnant, kay? ‘gonna fill you up like its no tomorrow.. make my dreams come true. ‘can't wait to see my little ones inside you, honey.. i’ll take care of you.”

well.. it’s best to say that maybe he’s finally not gonna be the last of his kind any time soon.

@ NEUVISTAR. do not plagiarize, claim my work as your own, translate or share my posts on any platform outside of tumblr.

[flametrashiraarchive]

Closer

Alright alright this is for @desi-the-blue-eyed-kakushi because I forgot Giyuu existed for about 30 seconds. Please accept this shameless smut of your needy boy as my formal apology.

Giyuu Tomioka x f!reader. NSFW below the cut. Get outta here you little babies.

Imagine being on top of Giyuu, leaning back with your hands braced on his clenched thighs, giving him the most spectacular view of your body as he groans beneath you. His hair is spread across the pillow like crows' wings, his lapis lazuli eyes drinking you in as you ride his dick. The room is filled with the sounds of your breathing and Giyuu's moans as he fingers your clit, loving the way your pussy clenches as he drives you closer to release. 

"Fuck, you feel so good," he murmurs, putting everything he has into stroking your clit just the way you like it. It takes all his self control to let your pleasure build steadily instead of just strumming you relentlessly to climax. He wants to be good for you.

You look incredible riding him like this but you're so distant, so far away from his lips. He wants kiss you so fucking bad. He wants to hold you and feel your breath fanning over his lips. Dammit, he needs it. He needs to be close to you.

"Hold my hand," he whispers, “please.”

"Not yet. Giyuu… don't stop."

He grits his teeth and turns his head to the side, the sinews in his neck flexing as he tries so hard to keep his cool. He could so easily get you off with one hand while you held the other, but you’re too far gone to realize. His sulking only lasts a second or two before his eyes are back on you, addicted to the hypnotic sight of you grinding against him. 

He focuses instead on the closeness you are permitting him; the squeeze of your thighs around his hips, the wet heat of your pussy clenching around his dick, the weight of your palms braced just above his knees. Gods, but it’s not enough. He needs to hold you. 

His lips part once more. “P-please…”

Your lips tilt into a smirk–you know exactly what you’re doing to him and it drives him crazy. But you feel so good, so damn good. Good enough to drag a needy whine from his lips. 

God he just wants to be close to you, to breathe in the scent of you and–

He can’t stand the distance a moment longer. In one swift movement he sits up and turns you both over, putting you on your back and pinning you beneath his weight.

“Giyuu!” 

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I just…” he takes your hand and interlocks his fingers with yours, holding it as he rocks into you. Your foreheads are pressed together, his breath hot and ragged against your lips, his body flush with yours, touching every inch of you he can. “I need this. I’m sorry.”

He knows he probably just delayed your orgasm, he knows he’s going to have to work extra hard to get you off now. And he’ll make it up to you, he will, but not before your lips are plump and tingling from his kisses, not before he’s drunk on the sensation of being this close to you. 

And all the while he’s slowly grinding his hips against you, his dick harder than it’s ever been, stuffing you full but barely moving, because the intimacy and the closeness is far more potent to him than the physical sensation. 

“So needy,” you sigh affectionately, earning you a whine of protest as he buries his face in the curve between your shoulder and your neck. 

He’s still clasping your hand in his as he fucks you slowly, trying to savor every moment of closeness. But the moment you stroke your free hand through his hair he can’t hold back. 

“Oh, love, no don’t… I’m gonna… fuuuck,” he gasps, pressing his lips to your shoulder while his cock spurts into you. “Fuck, I’m so sorry.”

You assure him it’s okay, you don’t mind, and he raises his head, revealing his dewy eyelashes and pink-stained cheeks.

“It’s okay,” you insist again, pressing your lips to his temple and holding him as he trembles in your arms. "I promise."

His eyes flutter shut. He's still rock hard.

It just feels so good to be close to you that he simply doesn’t stop after he cums. His back teeth are pressed together as he rides through the overstimulation, thrusting faster and faster until the room fills with his breathless whimpers and the beautifully lewd sound of his cock pounding his cum deeper into you.

His hands are still entwined with yours as he kisses you,  pistoning his hips now, moaning, whimpering, deeper, harder, swallowing your cries when you cum, your pussy throbbing as you moan his name. 

“M-more,” he slurs, barely able to keep his eyes open as he lowers his weight onto his forearms around your head, caging your face so he can kiss you more. He’s so damn drunk on the intimacy he barely registers his second orgasm, or yours.

[mvltisstuff]

dress - c.f

summary: conrad overhears y/n craving touch in her life, so he decided to take matters into his own hands.

conrad fisher x reader

a/n: guys!! s2!!! don’t hate me, BUT i’m not enjoying it as much as i did s1… i will say steven is getting a lot better this season!! i got messaged to write this, so it is a request <3

“it’s just different, taylor,” y/n sighs. “it’s the complete opposite of sex, that’s what everyone wants. i just wish i was more than that.”

conrad peeps through her slightly ajar bedroom door. she’s on the phone with a friend, laying on her stomach in bed. his heart aches at her words.

y/n’s been with a few guys, hooking up at parties but they never want anything else. she barely gets eye contact or a smile after, just letting them walk away. she’s not used to receiving physical affection. she spends the long nights pretending someone is laying next to her, pretending conrad is next to her. she holds her own hands, she runs them down her own body to deal with the starvation. she only wants someone to love on her for who she is, not just for her body. it’s gotten to a point where she doesn’t know how to react when people respond kindly. when someone pats her shoulder, when someone gives her a meaningless hug. she takes those things very literally and to heart. she doesn’t ask for it blatantly anymore. she silently begs for anyone to just hold her hand or wrap their arm around her shoulders.

she and conrad have been best friends for years. they always spent summers together and never kept secrets from one another. they’d sneak out to smoke or go to parties, but sometimes they’d just sit in the house and talk.

it’s honestly painful for conrad to sit around and act like he wants her as a friend. he hates every waking moment that he hasn’t just completely spilled his love for her. what’s even worse, is that she wants it more. the only thing keeping them apart is each other. when conrad hears her upset voice from the room, he just wants to run in and hold her in his arms. his own fears, however, stop him. he figures he’ll have to wait, ease into it. plus, he figures, no harm in a little bit of teasing.

later that day, everyone had been outside and conrad, jeremiah, steven, belly, and y/n were in the pool as the moms watched. they decided to play a game off the top of their heads, y/n and conrad single-handedly destroying the other team. when she swam back over to him, she was about to give him a high five and savor the millisecond of contact they made.

when conrad’s hand enclosed on hers, leaving his grasp in her hands, her heart paused. she thought she was dreaming, the boy she loved actually holding her hand. it wasn’t just the slap of their hands, it was his fingers folded over hers which made someone hold a lighter over y/n’s heart. she tried to contain to beam that was about to reveal from her face.

conrad could almost feel y/n’s happiness through her hand. he thought it was adorable how excited she got over him, and he was thrilled that she had a bit of light added to her feelings.

conrad, being the cunning boy he is, decided to take a step further into y/n’s delusions. at the beach, he noticed that y/n didn’t apply any sunscreen to her back. he didn’t want her to burn, but it was the perfect chance to make her go crazy over him touching her body.

“are you gonna put any on your back, y/n?” he asks.

“oh-“ y/n whispers, her face turning red and she can’t tell if it’s from the sun or embarrassment.

“c’mere,” he smirks, almost like a magnet causing y/n to step over to him. he pointed for her to crouch down, so she moved her hair out of the way and conrad rubbed the sunscreen into her soft skin. y/n swore she was floating, or looked like she had a stick up her ass. her heart was thumping in her chest at the feeling of his fingers running down her spine, dodging the thin string of the halter bikini top she had on.

when she looked over at belly, she had a thin grin on her face in a mocking way. y/n shot her a death stare, and belly shuffled away into the water.

“y/n,” conrad speaks, putting the bottle down on the sand.

“yeah?” she flicks out of the zone she was in. “oh, sorry.”

“don’t be,” he says, not breaking eye contact with her. the moment her name was uttered from his lips, it felt like the world stopped turning.

“thanks, connie,” y/n smiles, brushing her hair back and running out to belly in the water.

conrad watches her figure run off as he takes in the heat of the sun, while also admiring y/n from afar. someone that ravishing deserved to be loved, and conrad knows he can.

the next time they end up alone together is in y/n’s car, windows rolled down and the speakers blaring music. they’re both singing gleefully along, conrad looking over at y/n to gander at her beauty whilst she drives. when she rolls the car to a stop, he and y/n giggle at her messed up hair. conrad decides to take a leap of faith, moving a strand of her hair behind her ear and out of her face.

“there’s that pretty face,” the moment he mumbles those words over the music, y/n can’t control herself anymore. the sparks from her love for him are like fireworks now, and they could explode any minute. his hand has been away from her for 10 seconds, and she’s already grieving his touch. she looks up at his face, a calm, relaxed demeanor filling the car. his hair still managed to look perfect despite the wind. suddenly, a breeze comes over y/n and she sits back in the seat releasing an awkward chuckle. “hey, don’t get all shy.”

she looks back into his eyes, more radiant than the sunset around the parking lot. the lack of cars makes it feel as though they are the only people on earth, and she wishes it could stay that way forever. conrad is her safe space. she’s gotten so close to having him right where she wants him, and she won’t let herself run away again. when she allows his hand to make its way back up to her cheek, she shuffles in the driver’s seat and moves closer to him. his touch is so light, barely coming into contact with y/n. she wants more. she needs more.

she leans in, finally connecting their lips as the dam breaks. everything in her body feels like it’s on top of the world, at last being able to take in the intimacy. his hands are wandering down her arms without breaking the contact between them. his soft lips were the only thing she could focus on besides her catching breaths.

the taste on her lips was sweet, making conrad want to just indulge in her more. the magic aroma of her perfume flooded her nose, just giving him more reminders of her as they made out in her car. the pair could only hear the passionate breaths between them and the screaming thoughts inside their head.

every single part of y/n was satisfying all moments of their kiss. the way their noses brushed together as she tilted her head, the feeling of his jaw in her hand, how his tongue danced with her delicately.

conrad couldn’t stop his hands from migrating to her waist, landing them on her hips and leaning over the gearshift. his large hands land on the back of her thighs as she swings over, straddling his groin as she dives in for another kiss. he guides her hips to roll back and forth, making them both whine out a bit at the tension.

“conrad-“

“god, i feel so fucking bad for any of the guys you’ve been with that haven’t cherished you the way you deserve,” his raspy voice comes through to her ears, pecking at her neck and grabbing the seams of her shirt.

“please don’t stop,” she begs as his hands run down her thighs and waist.

“that’s the last thing i’m gonna do, angel.”

he yanks off her shirt, letting her do the same to him. she runs her hands down his chest, feeling her nails and soft fingertips down his torso. it’s one of the best feelings he’s ever had, his biggest crush for years touching him exactly how he wants. he looks out in the parking lot, seeing no one and praising whoever invented tinted windows.

y/n sits up, unbuttoning her jean shorts and dragging them down her legs. she starts to undo conrad’s as well, pulling them down far enough to just reveal his boxers. she grinds her clothed pussy on his dick, causing a light groan to escape conrad’s lips. “oh fuck, y/n.”

“you’ve had your fun teasing me this past week,” she mocks, starting to dip her fingers into his waistline. “but i’ll be nice tonight.”

conrad’s hand sinks down, pulling her thin underwear to the side and running his fingers down her slit, collecting her arousal and teasing her clit. she moans out as approval for him as she pulls his dick out of his boxers. the feeling of ecstasy near her cunt runs through her whole body, only making her more excited for him.

she gives his dick a few pumps, making conrad hiss and moan out deeply into the air. she lifts her body up before lining her entrance with his tip, sinking down onto him, she takes his entire length.

“holy fuck,” conrad exhales, taking in the pleasure of her wrapped around his dick. she bounces up and down, her hand gripping his arm and protruding muscles. she pants heavily at the action, him eventually thrusting up into her.

“fuck, fuck, conrad!” she moans loudly, causing a smirk to grow on conrad’s lips. she feels his hands all over her. running down her back, her ass, coming back up to rub over her covered nipples. she takes in every last touch before he moves his fingers down, circling around her clit making her legs shake above him. her mouth is dangled open, her eyes and nose scrunched in pleasure. and it’s all from him. he’s finally made her feel as good as he’s always wanted to.

when conrad starts hitting the perfect spots inside of her, the tightness in her stomach returns and stays familiarly. “conrad, i’m gonna cum,”

“i know,” he breathes. “me too.”

he meets his hips with hers a few more times before pulling himself out of her and releasing all over her stomach and thighs. her legs are twitching still, coming down from her orgasm. she’s lightly grinding against his thigh, letting herself ride out the high.

y/n leans against conrad’s chest, his hands returning to her lower back once again and rubbing small circles on her skin. he never knew the touch of someone could be so comforting, especially when he knew how much she needed it.

“you’re the most beautiful person i’ve ever known,” he whispers into her ear.

“thank you, conrad,” she smiles. “for everything.”

“don’t thank me,” he replies. “baby, you’ll always be enough for me.”

[desafinado]

★彡 *•.♡ calling them a term of endearment

can i call you mine, and can i call you my lover?

°｡⋆ self-indulgent, fluffy fluff, swearing, a bit suggestive

°｡⋆ alhaitham, diluc, kaveh, xiao x reader (wc:)

note: diluc’s is kinda diff bc idk i just melt every time i write him sdjfkdsjfsdf hes such a gentleman but soft i wanna spoil bb boy… also if you think pet names or cheesy or some shit or whatever this is obviously not for u, talk to the wall this is my blog

alhaitham ♡

“yes, baby?”

you settled into his lap getting a bit more comfortable, but it seemed like alhaitham had frozen into place. you had been dating for a month or so, and yes he’d often call you “dear”, but a term of endearment coming from you? and that term being “baby”? he wasn’t expecting that at all.

“i–uh. book.”

that was all he could mutter, completely forgetting what he was saying, thinking even. you giggled at the sight before you, a taken aback, nervous, and speechless alhaitham; lucky for you, you’d be the only one who got to see it. you snuggled into his chest before teasing him a bit further.

“yes, baby, what about the book?”

there it was again, “baby”. it was going to be the death of him for sure.

“baby? what… what’s the meaning of this?” you weren’t going to let him off so easily, you were gonna savor this while it lasted. “babies are humans at infancy, you know, the first stage of–”

“stop teasing for my sake, please.” he let out an exasperated sigh while you just giggled at his agony. you could get used to this, if this was gonna be the reaction every time. “okay, okay, fine. there’s no reason actually. i just wanted to call you baby, and i think i’m gonna start calling you that more often.”

“i’ll allow it.” he says a little too quickly, and you know he for sure approves as well.

“hmm… but no reason you say?” you hum in approval as he shifts so that his head rests on your shoulder. you close your eyes melting into the warmth he provided; that moment of peace was short lived, however, as he started leaving kisses on the sensitive spots of your neck.

“haitham..! y-you know i’m sensitive there!”

“i know, baby, but i just felt like it. you’re acquainted with the feeling aren’t you?”

diluc ♡

“what’s wrong, sweetheart?”

you were sitting by the window, gazing out into the vineyards of the dawn winery. it was obvious that something was running through your mind by the tense look on your face. you shook your head for a moment, before returning his gaze.

“it's nothing really. just thinking of a term of endearment for you.” you got up from your seat to approach, cup his cheeks oh so tenderly. “sweetheart, darling, honey? you have so much for me, yet i haven’t the slightest clue what to call you.” 

to think that diluc had so much affection and adoration for you, but you couldn’t even think of some cute nickname to call him. everything either felt too cheesy or too formal, but whatever he called you seemed to be just right.

“you know, whatever you might call me, i know i’ll love. you could call me a grape for all i care, and i’d still be head over heels for you.” he snaked his arms around your waist, pulling you all the more closer. he couldn’t be serious, could he?

“i’m serious, diluc! i wanna call you something that does you justice. something i could address you in letters, call you in public; something that’ll let everyone know you’re mine.”

he looks up in thought for a second, trying his best to help you out. “sugar?” “too cheesy.” “dear?” “too basic.” “... that’s all i’ve got, darling, i’m sorry.”

an idea finally pops into your head, though, something you should’ve seen earlier.

“what about beloved? because you know… i love you dearly, a-and you’re my…'' after all this time, you still find your heart racing when referring to diluc as your lover, but that only lends the nickname more points. his smile becomes a happy one, giving you a gentle peck on your heated cheeks.

“it’s perfect, beloved, and just so you know, i love you too, and you are my one and only lover.”

kaveh ♡

“kaveh, my love, could you pass me the salt?”

kaveh does as he’s told, but not without a shocked look on his face. you look up from the dough you’re mixing to see the look on his face, raising an eyebrow in response. was he not aware that you could put salt in cookies?

“love? you called me your love!!?” he was practically singing praises. you didn’t realize it meant that much to him, but you were pleased by his reaction nonetheless, a faint chuckle escaping your lips.

“is it that groundbreaking?” you genuinely doubted if he perceived you as unromantic, but you were also aware he had the tendency to be dramatic. his lips calmed down to a sheepish smile.

“it’s nothing like that, i didn’t mean to offend you. it’s just that i’ve been waiting for you to call me one, since we’ve been together.” he hugs you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder.

“i see, i apologize if you had to wait long.” you felt a pang of guilt hit you, knowing he felt that way, but you felt him lightly shaking his head. “no, no, no. i wanted it to happen naturally, and the way you said it just earlier just felt… right.”

once it was time to put them in the oven, he still clung onto you as if you’d evaporate the moment he let go. you could never turn down his physical affection, but this was shaping up to be a bit difficult.

“kaveh… it’s a bit hard to put them in the oven without burning myself if you don’t let go.”

“really now? i’ll let go if you say the magic word.”

“hah. you’re really running with it, aren’t you?”

“magic words, love.” he earned a sigh from you before you finally gave into his desires.

“let go for a second, would you, my love?”

“of course, my love, but once those cookies are in the oven, you’re mine for the next fifteen minutes.”

xiao ♡

xiao was already in disbelief from the fact he had somehow won your affection, and was living a pleasantly romantic relationship with you. this, however, was a whole new level of domesticity.

“i’m sorry, can you repeat that?”

“if i call out dearest, while referring to you of course, will you be able to hear me and come to my aid?” maybe it was silly of you to ask, but you were genuinely curious. 

“i… why would you refer to me as dearest?” he was still trying to wrap his head around this whole thing.

“because you’re my dearest? it’s a term of endearment.” you’re sure he’s heard of pet names throughout his years on liyue, so you weren’t quite sure why he was being so naive about it.

“i know that, i just– you really want to call me that?” you nod simply, taking his hand into yours, rubbing circles into his palm.

“if it makes you uncomfortable, i won’t bring it up again. i just thought it would be a cute way of addressing you, calling for you.” there’s some disappointment in your voice, but you genuinely did not want to overstep any boundaries he wasn’t ready to cross.

“no, i love it.”

he squeezes your hand, starting up into your eyes. that look he gave you, full of affection and love, made you weak.

“are you sure? you really don’t–”

“no, i’m sure. i love it, and i’ll be there the moment you call.” there’s a pure and bright smile painted across his face, and you’ve never been more in awe. 

“g-great, that’s great!” you stutter out, not really expecting him to accept it so wholeheartedly so quickly. the space between you falls into a comfortable quiet, though you feel a wave of shyness wash over you.

“you can call me other names too, whatever you like. i’ll always be there, okay?” you nod timidly, afraid to make a fool out of yourself any further; xiao’s smile grows wider.

“hmm, then it's settled. you shall call me your dearest as you are mine, isn’t that right, my darling dearest?”

please do not repost on other sites.

[mushr00ml0rd]

~Pillow Prince~ pt 4/4

[Sub!Loki x Reader]

Other parts:

Pt 1

Pt 2

Pt 3

You arched your back as one of your hands found its way down to your clit, gently rubbing it as the other cupped the side of Loki’s face as you pressed your lips onto his in a passionate kiss, moaning into each others lips as your bodies moved to a perfect heavenly rhythm. Loki’s body slowly started to shake as he just got closer and closer to his orgasm, you were close as well but not like he was. “M-m-master…I-I’m g-gonna c-cum…~” he whimpered, being driven crazy by all the stimulation “M-Mm be a good boy and w-wait a bit l-longer~” you bit your lip as you quickened your pace, determined to get to the finish line. His whimpers only got louder and louder as he begged for the sweet release his body craved. Your legs had started to shake a bit as you felt the tingling sensation that was ever so familiar to you. “C-Cum for me~” Loki leaned his head back and let out a loud whimpering moan that included the soft utterance of your name. You both came undone, yours and his mixed juices leaked out of your twitching pussy. “H-holy s-shit..~” You chuckled and panted as you slowly got up off of Loki’s cock, he just laid back looking up at you. Taking in and savoring every last bit of what he just experienced. Your pussy was still wet and could use a good cleaning “Love, would you mind if i asked you a favor?~” You looked down at him and put a hand on your hip “A-anything.. I-I’m yours..~” He could tell where this was going and he was excited, he always looked forward to the chance to get a good taste of your gorgeous pussy even if he’d taste his own juices as well. “I’m going to sit on your face and you’re going to be an obedient baby boy and lick me clean~” You didn’t even give him much of a chance to speak before lowering yourself onto his face, his tongue immediately ran over your soft pussylips as he licked every inch of them, having to breathe carefully as he cleaned you up he didn’t plan on dying from suffocation in a pussy but fuck would that be a good way to die. “Good baby~” You twist your fingers in his hair and enjoy every last movement of Loki’s tongue, letting out soft moans and hearing muffled ones as you smirked down at him. He really did know how to use his tongue, pushing it inside of you and tasting you from the inside. You moaned as he continued determined to help you reach another orgasm, a satisfied look on his face when he did. Your head leaned back as you let out a chuckle, coming down from the high you just experienced. “You never disappoint me my prince~” you smiled and got up from your seat on his face, Loki let out a small whimper as you looked into his eyes with the feeling that you forgot something. “What?” you gently cup his face “T-the toy…” your eyes widen slightly with realization “Oh love, shall i take it out for you now?” he nodded. You once again found yourself in between his pointed knees, the familiar view of his tight asshole made you smirk “Should i really take it out for you?~” he let out another whimper as he spoke “P-please~ I-I’m sensitive..” you took pity on him and turned off the toy before slowly pulling it out of his gaping asshole. “T-thank you” Loki relaxed and let out a small yawn as he stretched “Awwww, let's get you cleaned up and then we can get some rest” you plant a kiss on his forehead before taking the toy to the bathroom to clean it as well as get a warm and damp wash rag to clean up your messy prince. You come back with a clean toy and a wash rag for cleaning up. “Here we are my love” you get Loki all cleaned up and he uses a bit of his magic to clean up the formerly white stained sheets. “Tonight was glorious” he smiles at you with open arms, beckoning you for cuddles “I’m glad I could help you my prince” You crawl into bed with him and he gently nuzzles into your chest, slowly falling asleep while you play with his hair. “I love you.. My little Pillow Prince.”

[rr311]

╭﹐ఌ﹕Teasing You﹒〣 ﹕‹𝟹 －𝖡𝖮𝖭𝖳𝖤𝖭 𝖦𝖠𝖭𝖦

cw/tw. cussing, drugs, soft smut, choking, gun kink, smoking, weed, making out, black!reader

an. i’m a fool for Koko..thats it no its not anyways hey guys! decided to write one shots for the bonten boys 😜 hope yall enjoyyyy

𝖬𝖠𝖭𝖩𝖨𝖱𝖮 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖮

✰ 𝖮𝗇 𝗍𝗈𝗉 𝗈��� 𝗁𝗂𝗌 𝖽𝖾𝗌𝗄．

You did not like this one bit.

Your top was half way off, same with your bra strap lazily lying on your arm, your skirt slid up to the top of your thigh..you didn’t like it!— well actually that’s a lie you loved every moment of it but you didn’t like that fact someone could burst in on you two. Manjiro kissed and bit your neck, gripping onto his arm whimpering from the sudden feeling of his fangs biting at the skin of your neck. Your mind was fuzzy as the heat in the room and pleasure was getting too much for you, his knee pushed against your clothed crotch earning a flinch and a squeal leaving your throat. He grinned pulling back from your neck, now attacking your lips with his own sliding tongue in savoring your taste, you moaned into the kiss wrapping your arms around his neck pulling him closer earning a groan.

His hands on your waist glided themselves to your ass giving them a harsh squeeze, your hands started to unknowingly roam around his tinder body, gliding them from his shoulder to his chest and down to his pants loop tugging him forward, you trailed your fingertips to his bulge grouping him through his pants. He smirked before abruptly pulling back from standing inside your legs shaking his head making you furrow your eyebrows. “Why’d you..” You started with a slight whine, Manjiro shrugged looking at the mess he made outta you in satisfaction. “M’Don’t know.” He simply answered, you bit your lip feeling embarrassed, “But, I've been good this whole week. Don’t I deserve at least something?” You looked at him with a slight pout, he chuckled, walking back in between your legs grabbing your jaw with one hand pulling you close to his face, “Do you think you deserve something?” He faked pouted, teasing you, you frowned.

This wasn’t fair at all. He was teasing you and getting enjoyment out of it while you’re over here tryna get off! He’s teased you for far too long today it was starting to piss you off, at first it started with soft kisses to the cheek and pecks, then turned to kisses to your neck, then..to your lips…and then leading up to now. You really thought you were about to get dick down after getting denied for two weeks.

How pathetic.

You should’ve known he would be fuckin with you as soon as he gotten you half naked ontop of his office desk with soaked panties. You glared at him as he grinned leaning down pecking your lips, “Wipe that glare off your face,” He warned raising a brow, rolling your eyes in response looking away from him. “You’re being a bully.” You mumbled, earning a hum. “I wouldn’t have to be a bully if someone knew how to be respectful when being asked to do something.” He scowled, making you scoff, “You’re STILL on about that? Manjiro, I said I was sorry!” He shrugged his shoulders, “Oh but baby, sorry isn’t good enough for me. If you really want me to forgive you..” He paused leaning down towards your ear, “Why don’t you show how good you are for me, hm?” In an instant you nodded your head. You were so fucking desperate for relief, your fingers couldn’t even do shit for you. Your hands went straight to his belt to unbuckle it but got stopped when he grabbed your wrists gripping them. You gasped at the tightness looking up at him to see that dark and lustful glare in his dark eyes, “Oh no. We’re gonna do this a different way.”

“My way.”

𝖧𝖠𝖱𝖴𝖢𝖧𝖨𝖸𝖮 𝖲𝖠𝖭𝖹𝖴

☆ You didn’t expect Sanzu to do this in all honesty.

He had you sitting on top of his lap at the club you guys were at with the rest of the gang, except Mikey of course. At first you didn’t mind it thinking he seen some guy look at you weirdly or had googly eyes but the way he kept shifting under you bucking his hips up against your ass told you otherwise,

He was teasing you.

If you tried to tease him back you wouldn’t get a chance when you felt his gun press up against your back making you stop. Sanzu always knew about your little gun kink when he had you pinned against a wall holding it to your temple that night seeing how you weren’t afraid knowing he wouldn’t hurt you and saw that look in your eyes, the same look you give when you’re turned on. Ever since he would use that against you whenever you acted up. Feeling the coldness of the head pressed up against your exposed waist sent shivers down your back, when he pressed the gun up to your back he pulled your head back with a chuckle whispering in your ear, “Now now doll, don’t even think about it.” His harsh voice echoed leaving you to nod your head trying to keep your cool, the shit he was pulling was completely unfair.

He was teasing you infront of the group who paid no mind thank goodness making you feel many things. You weren’t really big on public sex or PDA but sometimes you were, but on the other hand..Sanzu was a big freak for public sex, doing it in the bathrooms, at house parties— you admit the thought of getting caught kinda turned you on. You huffed feeling his gun go back to wherever it came from giving you freedom to lean over to the table to roll up a blunt you had to pause on. You smiled in relief, finally finishing up your blunt, placing it between your lips, leaning towards Koko who had his lighter out and ready to light yours. Koko shakily leaned his arm out lighting your blunt, soon having that marijuana smell enter your nose. You took a big inhale leaning back against Sanzus chest releasing that built up air into the open night, you hummed feeling his tender hands massage your waist slightly groaning at the one spot that felt nicer from the rest, taking another inhale from your blunt but soon choked on it feeling his hands go to your inner thighs, close to your crotch. You turned your head slightly giving him a warning glance but he of course ignored it and grinned,

He bucked his hips up rubbing his now boner against your ass hearing a soft groan from him, you held tightly onto your blunt trying to hide your moans taking another inhale, he smirked unknowingly hearing that quiet moan from you. Sanzu started to slowly rotate his hips along your ass making you start to squirm against him, you desperately needed him to quit and fuck you already.

You couldn’t take this anymore.

Moving forward right now you didn’t care about your surroundings you needed to get off. You abruptly stood up catching a few eyes, “Y-You okay (Y/N)?” Koko said drunkly with a smile on his face, you nodded your head, “Yep! I just gotta go to the bathroom so i’ll be back.” You said in an instant walking off to the restroom having Sanzu raise a brow, he knew that look..that look when youre desperate for something. He grinned seeing you speed walk away standing up as well, “Imma go grab us some more drinks, yeah?” The drunken group all nodded their heads not paying attention to that knowing smirk on his face.

When you reached the bathroom you slammed your hands onto the sink counter, squeezing your legs together trying to get some pleasure. You thanked the heavens that the club had separated bathrooms leaving you to do your business with your fingers, you glided your fingers from your waist to the hem of your pants, before you could slide your hand into your panties a hand stopped you snapping you back into reality. You forgot to lock the door. You gasped at the harsh grip feeling his boner press up against your ass as he leaned down towards your ear, “Did i say you could fuck your self?” You groaned shaking your head hearing him chuckle with a deep echo, “If you’ve been a good little girl and jus sat there lookin all pretty takin what i gave you, i would’ve rewarded you.”

What I say? He’s unfair.

You gripped the sink counter feeling your pussy clench around nothing, “Please Haru..I couldn’t take anymore, I need you inside please.” You practically begged, backing your hips into his boner earning a groan, he snarled under his breath moving his hand to grip your throat pushing your head back against his shoulder, using his other hand to press his gun up against your crotch. Your eyes widen by the sudden shock. “Oh but i’m sure you could’ve but chose not to, and now you gotta face the consequences pretty girl.” He growled into your ear, you whimpered feeling the head of the gun press harder against your core, you felt as if you were gonna cry. You were extremely impatient and he knows this, the feeling of being horny was not fun when you’re dating the psychopath of bonten. You felt his hand loosen around your neck instead grabbing onto your shaky fingers placing them on his gun, you furrowed your eyebrows from the sudden switch till you felt him push you, bending you over the sink counter smirking.

“If you wanna get off so fuckin badly use the gun..pretend it’s my dick since a desperate little whore couldn’t wait.”

𝖱𝖠𝖭 𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖨

☆ “I don’t think doctors are supposed to be this rough with their patients, yeah?”

“Shut it before I stitch your lips together Haitani.”

He smiled teasingly in response as you continued to treat his wounds, he had came back all..fucked up, he had bruises everywhere you felt like killing the older Haitani brother yourself. There were bruises on his face, his back, his arms, stomach just everywhere! When Ran came into your room with a smile on his face you knew something was up and well…here you are.

An hour later still treating his wounds because he wants to keep moving and fuck around.

Ran was getting enjoyment out of making you mad because first you look cute whenever you get/got mad at him, second those cute threats you throw at him, and third your scolding’s, he couldn’t take any of it serious. Same goes with Rindou just by watching from afar seeing how he acts just to purposely piss you off he felt your pain, i mean he grew up with the asshole, he did nothin but mess with him. You turned around to grab more bandages, slightly bending down to grab them when you felt a harsh sting on your right ass cheek making you jolt forward, turning around in an instant seeing that smug smirk on his face, “What? It looks slappable plus it was in front of me, couldn’t help it.” Any moment now you were about to pounce on him but held back knowing he could easily pin you to the ground,

You groaned heavily walking back in between his legs continuing to work on his face, Ran watched how concentrated you were, staring at you with his gold eyes getting lost into your (E/C) ones as you worked. You were so damn cute, he slid his hands around your waist pulling you closer to him, feeling your chest onto his, you raised a brow, “Do you need something?” He shook his head rolling his eyes, “I can’t even hold my own girlfriend without you questioning things.” He huffed but smiled seeing you roll your eyes continuing to clean the cuts on his face, “I only do it cause you always pull some typa bullshit.” He smirked sliding his hands down to be placed on your ass giving them a slight squeeze seeing you jolt, “What do you mean?” You glared at him earning a laugh in return, you ignored the foolishness placing a bandage on his right cheek moving on to the last bruise that was placed by his lower lip,

But of course you got interrupted when he decided to become a real asshole by leaning his face closer to yours feeling his breath hit your lips, you looked wide eyed by how close he was, it wasn’t anything new but everytime he did this it made you flustered. You weren’t really good when he held eye contact with you for that long, along with being so close to you, he brought his hand up to be placed on your throat tilting your head up slightly placing his lips ontop of yours sliding his tongue in catching you off guard, shooting your hands to his knee gripping it. He smiled into the kiss giving your throat a harsh squeeze earning a soft moan from you. Making out with Ran always leads to something, even if you don’t want it to lead to something he always finds a way to lead you both to having sex. Kissing him always made butterflies enter your stomach, it was rough yet gentle at the same time sometimes he could get carried away with the touching. If the heat of the moment gets more heated then it is his hands start to roam every inch of your body, your ass, tits, waist even groping you through your pants!.

You felt his hand start to roam your body, he glided them from your boobs, to your stomach and finally up your skirt, you whimpered into the kiss feeling his hands brush up against your pussy feeling the fabric move along with his fingers. You gripped tighter on his knee as his fingers rubbed you, Ran pulled away from the kiss slightly biting your lip leaning his head towards your neck starting to suck on it, you bit your bottom lip trying to avoid more moans escaping you scared you would alert someone. Rans fingers continued to rub against your pussy feeling that wetness soak through your panties, he smirked into your neck before pulling back same with his fingers having an unexpected whine leave you. “Why’d you stop?” You questioned with desperation in your tone, he shrugged his shoulders, hopping off your bathroom counter towering over you with that same dirty smirk, “I don’t think my doctor is supposed to make out with their patient now, eh?” That dirty bastard, he wasn’t playing nice nor fair! You were standing there with soaked panties. You crossed your arms glaring at him, “Ran there’s no way you’re gonna leave me like this..” He chuckled, placing his hand on your throat pulling you close to him and tilting your head up to meet his gaze…that dark and lustful gaze. He leaned his head down slightly,

“Oh but i will princess, you got fingers for a reason. Now use em.”

𝖱𝖨𝖭𝖣𝖮𝖴 𝖧𝖠𝖨𝖳𝖠𝖭𝖨

☆ Let’s be honest, Rindou isn’t that much into teasing like Ran.

He’s the type to just instantly get what he wants without doing any such teasing, he wants to fuck you? He does it, he wants to eat your pussy? He does it without warning. He’s just a typical guy who gets what he wants with no question, but I would say he does tease you every now and then. When he does decide to tease you it’s to weaken you and get enjoyment out of it it was horrible..for you at least. His teasing would contain a lot of…toys. The worst toy out of all is the Vibrator..that pink of a toy shoved into your pussy with him controlling it. Basically controlling your orgasms, half the time you would forget you had it in you till you felt that shock of pleasure vibrate through you making you choke a moan. You hated it so much but if you refused you would’ve gotten the choice to get the two way which was extremely worse than the single, so without a single hesitation you snatched the pink toy silently cussing him out.

You, Ran, Him, Koko and Sanzu were all hanging out at this local bar Ran had found, it was a nice laid out bar with a lot of space inside looking like a club almost, you were sat by Ran laughing at him as him and Koko began to fight about a bet he set out, on the other side of you Rindou was staring at the back and of your head twirling with small remote he had hidden in his pocket. You felt his stare but ignored it taking a sip of your drink, before you could swallow it all you felt the toy go off directly hitting your g spot making you jolt up choking on your drink catching Ran and Kokos attention. “Woah (Y/N) you good?” Ran questioned making you nod your head not trusting your voice, Rindou smirked at you trying to keep yourself together taking a sip from his beer, he had the vibrator at a low speed but still it felt too damn good and it was perfectly hitting your g spot! You shakily grabbing onto the counter feeling an orgasm start to come, you silently squealing to yourself squeezing your legs together ready for it to happen, but right as it was about to come out you felt the vibrator turn off, you clenched your fist together groaning to yourself. He denied you for the third time tonight! You were getting sick of it,

Again and again you felt the toy shoot waves of pleasure into you, clenching around the toy from the lost of your orgasm was pissing you off, he’s denied you five times already. Luckily the group was drunk asf to even focus on you at the moment, your legs were shaky you felt as if you tried to stand up you would be denied and hit the floor. You chugged the rest of your drink glaring at your boyfriend who only grinned in response, you squeezed and moved your legs to get the toy moving so you can at least have that pleasure, Rin raised a brow turning the toy on to max speed seeing your eyes widen and hands covering your mouth having silent moans leave your mouth. Your eyes started to water slightly but quickly blinked them away focusing on the movements that were hitting your g spot, again you felt that knot in your stomach you’re about to cum, without any second you finally felt yourself cum onto the toy feeling your eyes roll back and legs squeezing. Rin turned off the toy, standing up grabbing onto you, “Me and (Y/N) are gonna go, we have meetings tomorrow,” He simply said to the drunken trio who only nodded their heads going back to their convo, he lifted you up to your feet seeing how shaky you are. He raised a brow with a grin on his face, “Rinny..i don’t think i can walk.” You whispered, he hummed in response picking you up bridal style and making his way towards his car.

-

“You’re such an asshole you know that?” You huffed pulling your pants off along with your panties taking out the vibrator to see your cum leaking around it, he shrugged his shoulders, looking at the ruined toy that leaked with your juices. “Be thankful I even let you cum on that pathetic thing.” You silently mocked him rolling your eyes, “Yeah yeah…but since that’s over i can get dick right?!”

“No.”

𝖧𝖠𝖩𝖨𝖬𝖤 𝖪𝖮𝖪𝖮𝖭𝖮𝖨

☆ You were his princess.

He loved spoiling the fuck out of you, buying you clothes, shoes, purses, getting your nails done and especially giving you dick. But he also loved teasing the hell out of you, loved the way your nose scrunched in pleasure when he rubs his boner on your clothed pussy, loved how you begged for him..he just loved it all! His favorite is having you sat all pretty and dressed up on his lap counting his money for the day, he would do it but honestly he likes it when you do it so he could have you sitting on top of his dick like this. Every now and then he would try to distract you by placing his hands on your waist or having them rest on your tits, it was most definitely working! But you got a good memory which is helping you out,

Koko laid his head on your shoulder as he watched you count the third stack, slightly rotating his hips along your ass grinning hearing a soft groan in return. “Would you stop it? You’re making my job harder than it is.” You scowled as he chuckled, “That’s my job princess, now continue being a pretty little thing and count.” You rolled your eyes huffing as you continued counting his stack, sometimes you wish you could smack that smirk off his face by doing your own teasing but if you even tried it you would’ve gotten denied instantly. Koko saw how you were almost done with the third stack moving onto the last one, he leaned his head to peck your shoulder blade feeling his soft kisses being pecked on you.

You smiled to yourself at the soft action leaning into his touch but soon moaned softly feeling his hands travel down to your inner thigh close to your crotch squeezing it. You almost forgot what number you were on before instantly remembering forcing yourself to continue, you were almost done there was no way you were gonna forget what number you’re on….untill you felt his legs spread a little wider directly coming into contact with his boner. It rubbed perfectly against your ass as he started to move your hips back and forth, “Shit princess..” He groaned making you bite your lip trying to get this done, you were so close you only had a few more to count. As soon as you counted the finally bill, you huffed in relief turning yourself around on his lap instantly slamming your lips onto his, he grinned kissing you back as one hand was on your ass moving you against his hard grinding on it as the other was placed on your mid back making you arch, you breathed heavily pulling away attacking his neck with love marks as he leaned back letting you do whatever. Chuckling breathlessly, going towards your ear.

“M’finna ruin you.”

[togament]

Hi Bibi, i just want to say you’re doing amazing and your post are literally ADDICTING. I was a little worried because I didn’t know if Wind Breaker would get a lot of attention on Tumblr yk? (Just because it’s new) AND YOU CAME AND SAVED ME. I love you, your brain, and your page. Please keep going and I WOULD LOVE to hear your thoughts on new episodes/chapters (only if you want). Thank you for feeding my delulu brain. Hugs 🫂

OH YOU SWEETHEART COME HERE YOU!!!! 🫂 I’M NOT CRYING I SWEAR.

thank you for the kind words dhdjkd i don’t know if i’m worthy of such praise too like—everyone leaving cute (and unhinged ofc) stuff in the tags and in my inbox gets me all giddy and blushy and!!!!!! Seeing you guys enjoying my stupid ramblings means the absolute world to me (i see you guys in the tags and i read every single one. Love you you freaks 😏) fun fact, I only started writing fics on this account and only for windbreaker so all the interactions and thirsty feedback I get genuinely, genuinely makes my heart do the boom boom. So smooches to every one of you!!!!!! (only if you want them. you could exchange it for a headpat if you want ig)

ok enough of the sappy stuff. WINDBREAKER TIME!

windbreaker blowing up on tumblr is so so so well deserved. i was genuinely shocked because it took a little bit for the hype to catch on???? the seiyuus are literal legends (in my eyes hehe), the animation’s SO FUCKING GOOD LIKE HELLO!??, the op and ending song aren’t ass??????? I’m super excited for what’s to come for our fandom and the anime. ALSO fun fact, I have the fattest crush on Umehara Yuichiro so him voicing Togame literally brought me to my god damn knees, bro. I’m expecting Eguchi Takuya to secure a character too bc ofjfkdkd his voice would be perfect for a villain.

also may or may not have picked windbreaker up bc I saw a character named Kiryu and an eyepatched character and I 😮👈😮👈 YAKUZA REFERENCE!!!!! (probably not but the coincidence is silly to me)

I’m not super caught up on the anime (on episode 7 atm!) I wanna savor every episode and binge them back to back (also bc my hubby’s got so much screentime I wanna savor that him EVEN MORE YUM YUM YUMMY). Caught up on the manga though and I Have Thoughts.

(spoilers under the cut)

the endo fight’s scaring me, man. also super fucking worried about ume bc WE HAVEN’T SEEN HIM FOR SO LONG??? the chair throw spooked me. also worried about ume’s vegetable garden. I know it’s getting trampled to shit. also very worried about sakura. he’s getting all banged up by endo, his nose is probably broken now wtf he was bleeding SO MUCH.

chika’s scary too. both him and endo. i honestly don’t know what’s gonna happen next like, they’re both so unpredictable and unhinged that my butthole’s clenching in sheer terror.

I’m also very concerned about suo. WHY HAVE WE NOT SEEN HIM EATING (or maybe I’ve missed a panel lol) but with every food offer he’s ever been given, he turns them down. also the fact that we only know him on a surface’s surface level even when he’s one of the main boys is scaring me. we’re 140+ chapters deep and not one single suo morsel for us to nibble on. I don’t want a betrayal thing happening ok lol that would be my tipping point i fear.

OKAY I WAS RAMBLING TOO MUCH AHDHSHAHHA

if you guys want me to yap about a chapter or an episode or potential seiyuus for other characters or if you just want my thoughts on things (i am a Certified Yapper), i am directing you to the askbox! This was super fun!! Extremely forgetful too so this could help me remember all the stuff that’s happened so far.

thank you so much again for sending over an askkskfnnxnx heaven knows i needed a little pick me up today. you delivered and made my entire day, sweetheart!!!!! Ily!!!!!!! 🥹

[munsonology]

Bitch (affectionately) I know you gonna enjoy this

So this actually happened to me the other day which led to me finding out things about myself, but imagine this as Eddie and you cause

So you're sitting there. Making out. You're only wearing a t-shirt you stole from him and your undies. You've pulled his shirt off and are just casually moving your hands around his pecs and stomach, exploring. He's got his hand slowly creeping up and he moans as he starts teasing your nipple. "You aren't wearing a bra? Fuck me" he mumbles, pulling away from your lips and kissing your neck. "Planning on it" is all you can respond, to which he chuckles and shakes his head pulling away and flashing you a grin, which makes you laugh too.

Kissing again. Shifting to lay on your sides. He slowly pulls your undies off, much to your whining of telling him to hurry up. One hand is gripping your ass, the other has fingers in your pussy. "So wet for me" is all he says as you kiss again. All is going well, when the phone rings causing you both to jump. In jumping, his one hand on you ass moves and his finger is ahem...at your...ya know. Which of course you jumped too causing it to barely press against. He starts to apologize and you moan, then both of you look wide eyes at each other cause neither of you have done anything like that together. The silence between the two if you is palpable before he smirks at you and

Now wait a second why’d you stop bestie!!! Leaving us hanging for part 2 😭

Eddie actually loves anal he just never found anyone to do anal with! He didn’t mean (kinda) to have his fingers near your back door but now that the door is wide open he can’t wait to do it for real

This time he eases you into it, taking knowledge from the tapes he stole from from family video. Lays you on your back and eats your pussy like he’s in a pie eating contest at the fair 😭 your leg around his shoulder and his hands gripping your thighs to keep you in place while he tongues your clit and bullies your gspot to infinity and beyond (oh my god!)

He uses your wetness as lube to get the tips of his finger in your tight ass and you moan so loud it scares him, “did I do something wrong, baby”

And you shake your head, “keep going” and you try to grind down for more. He’s 2 knuckles deep and the feeling of having both your holes full is so overwhelming. No one has ever made you feel this euphoric before and he hasn’t even fucked you yet tonight. It was like sharing a secret with Eddie, bring you two closer than before. You should be weirded out, the other girls always talk about how gross it is when their boyfriends ask for ass play, but not you. You’d be more than willing to let Eddie take your ass how he wants, eager to be filled by his cock and then some.

He’s able to get 2 fingers knuckle deep before you squirt all over his face. He drinks you in, savoring the sweet taste of fresh squirt from natures source. He kisses you deeply, letting some of you drip in your mouth. “How was that? Did you like it?”

“Next time I want your cock in my ass big boy”

He giggles goofily and nuzzles into your neck “whatever my baby wants she’ll get” he squeezes the globes of your ass, finishing with a smack “my new baby too”

You’re right anon I did enjoy this 😭😭😭 we need more anal stuff with Eddie fr! For science 👀 maybe it’s just me but I want Eddie to be primal with my ass I’m just sayin

[prolix-yuy]

Okay fuck it, I spun the wheel and got "kneeling reach-around" and you KNOW who I'm gonna pick, dahling💅💅

The feminine urge to lie and give you "the octopus" because LITERALLY what in the actual hell is that 😂

Oh don't you worry Penny, the Octopus is coming ;) And I would never dream of denying you your favorite boy! AND since you are the queen of healthy BDSM, let me add some spicy fun as a tribute to your excellent stories...

Pairing: Marcus Pike x F!Reader

Position: Kneeling Reach-Around

Word Count: 1094

Warnings: Explicit, 18+ MINORS DNI, handjob, collaring, sub!marcus, dom!Reader, dirty talk, praise kink, aftercare, I would call this 'light bdsm' comparatively.

Notes: Please enjoy my little foray into writing my absolute favorite kind of BDSM kink for one of my favorite writers (whose book you should totally go buy now if you're into this topic!)

“Kneel,” you say just into Marcus’ shoulder, and he’s on his knees before the sound has left your lips. The soft cotton of the bedspread cushions his descent as your hands smooth across his broad shoulders. The touch makes him preen; he loves how you appreciate his build, wide shoulders and narrow hips. The light scrape of your fingernails in the divots of his back make his thighs shake, cool air caressing every inch of his naked form.

“Good boy,” you hum, the praise lighting up every hair along his forearms and neck. A soft kiss on his shoulder blade, another at the base of his neck. He closes his eyes to savor it, enjoying the long minutes of you turning the tables so fully on him. It’s something he never knew to ask for until you offered, attentive eyes taking him apart day by day until you found the tiny ache he hid so well from the world.

“You have two choices tonight,” you purr, settling your hands on his hips with comforting weight. “You can show me how good you are, or you can take what I give you.” Another shudder ripples up Marcus’ spine. Show me how good you are meant you would direct him and reward him. Take what I give you meant you would take him apart however you pleased. Some days that’s exactly what he wants, to fall apart until he can’t remember anything but your name. Today, he’s thrumming from the praise, from the desire to perform.

“I want to show you,” he says, fingers clenching briefly on his thighs to steady himself. He still wants to touch you, gives you hours of pleasure at his hands like he does so many other nights. But when he walked in, bone tired and grimacing at every minor annoyance, you took the lead.

You always seem to know what he needs.

“Do you want me to focus you first?” you ask, and his eager nod pulls your touch away. He braces for it, worrying a fingernail into his skin. You return quickly, your soft nudity warming his back as the jingle of his collar heightens his senses. He lengthens his neck, the soft fur lining the heavy leather caressing the delicate skin. You wrap it around, placing a soft kiss once more before buckling it closed. One finger slipping under to test the tightness, Marcus’ whole body relaxes at the comfort it brings. 

“There we are, baby boy, is that okay?” 

“Yes, it’s perfect,” Marcus rasps, rewarded for using his words with your hands on his stomach. You trace the lines of his abs, dip into the swirl of his bellybutton, before lightly caressing through his pubic hair.

“I’m going to wrap my hand around your cock, and I want you to fuck it,” you say, your firm grip following as you swipe your thumb over the head. Marcus’ mouth drops open. It’s far from the filthiest thing you’ve ever asked him, but the image of you splayed beneath him, warm and wet, fills his cock to straining hardness.

“What if…I fucked you instead?” he tests, hips stuttering just a fraction in your grip. His tiny transgression is rebuked with your finger looped through the D-ring in his collar, tugging back ever so slightly. The pressure against his throat empties his brain blissfully.

“I asked if you wanted to show me how good you can be. I want to watch how good you fuck, how these pretty little hips roll and how wet your cock can get just from thinking about my pussy. Do you think you can do that, sweetheart?” 

Marcus thrusts forward once, the curl of your fingers traveling from the ridge of his head to the curls at the base of his cock in one fluid motion. You hum in his ear.

“Good boy,” you reward as he begins fucking your hand as thoroughly as he would your perfect cunt. Every thrust drives him wild, the cool kiss of air traveling along his cock only reminding him that he’s simulating how good and long and hard he can pleasure you. His hands clench on his thighs, and before he can cut his skin with his blunt nails you press him forward, coming down on his hands and knees. Your hips press flush to his ass, rocking against his continued pumping into your palm. Blearily he wishes to be fuller, stretched on your strap so he knows the vibrator in the base is coaxing an orgasm out of you, but he can only fuck and fuck and fuck as you stroke along his skin.

“My perfect boy, look at how good you are. I love it when you fuck me like this, so attentive, all-encompassing, everything I could ever want,” you say into Marcus’ ear, beginning to move your hand against his motions to drive him even higher. He’s dangerously close to cumming, toes curling and fingers gripping the bedspread to stave himself off.

“I’m not gonna keep it from you today, sweet boy, you cum for me.” Marcus’ mouth dries out at the permission, the scrape of your teeth on his shoulder. He wants to, wants to be so good for you, but he’s teetering on the edge and can’t bring himself to fall.

“Please…” he begs, not even sure what he wants in the mess of arousal and need, but you know him. Another gentle pull of the collar, restricting his airflow just a fraction, makes a shuddering gasp rip from his ribs.

“Don’t worry, good boy, I’ve got you,” you murmur, and he bucks over the edge, spilling into the palm of your hand as you wrap him against your chest. Every aftershock drives him forward, legs and arms trembling as you guide him through it. He thinks he’s saying something, maybe thank you, but it’s lost to your constant praise and reassurances of how good he was, how much you liked it, how much you love him. 

God, does he love you.

Laying him down, you uncollar him and clean up his spend, foregoing a longer cleanup for the tissues next to the bed. You stretch out beside him and let him roll into your chest, head nestled in the softness of your breasts. Fingernails scraping his scalp, you cuddle in silence before talking about your day, what you were planning for dinner tomorrow, little nothings that soothe him into sleep. 

END

LJ’s Bangathon 2023

[camixiez]

birthday girl

paring: namjoon x fem! reader

genre: college au! fluff

warnings: alcohol mentions (everyone is of age)

word count: 691

cami’s note: savor this namjoon fluff, because everything for him in my drafts is angst. idk why i keep hurting this man.

namjoon had no idea how he ended up at your birthday party. 

it was an open invite, and anyone was free to come, but namjoon still wasn’t able to understand why he was here. 

jungkook and jimin had convinced him to go to some random party with them and be the designated driver for the night. however, that plan was long gone after the two convinced him to take a shot with them or else they would try to hook him up with some random girl. 

at some point in the night the pair was long gone, talking with some girls on the couch in the living room, and namjoon was just standing around in the kitchen by the food. 

“hey, i don’t think i’ve seen you before,” namjoon turned his head to see some random person with a crown. he assumed it to be you, the sole person everyone was here to celebrate. 

“you haven’t, but happy birthday,” he smiled at you, holding back the laugh at your obviously tipsy state.

“well since it’s my birthday, and our first time meeting… we have to take a shot together.” you stated, reaching behind him for the closest bottle. you looked around for a package of shot cups and grabbed two from the plastic.

“are you sure you can handle another shot? you look pretty done,” he chuckled as he watched you pour the liquid into your cups.

“i’ve already finished two bottles alone and i can still outdrink you,” you laughed, handing him his cup. “watch me.”

“you’re on,” he smirked before bumping cups with you and downing the shot. 

after half a bottle, you offered for the two of you to take a break and step outside, and for both of your sakes he agreed quickly. 

he felt the cool night breeze hit his face once the two of you were able to find seats and sit on the front porch. he looked up at the moon and stars, then over at you. the moonlight lit up your face in a way completely different from the yellow lights in the kitchen. the evening air really had a way of making you glow, or maybe it was just the alcohol messing with his vision.

“take a picture, it’ll last longer,” you whisper, meeting his gaze and snapping him out of it. he hadn’t even realized he was staring so hard. he felt the heat rise to his face, but he would just blame that on the alcohol. you let out a small laugh before leaning towards him and asking, “so, what’s your name and how’d you find my party?”

he hadn’t even realized how close the two of you were until he felt your breath on him. the scent of alcohol was strong, but there also seemed to be a scent of…strawberries?

“namjoon, my friends dragged me here to be their driver,” he replied as calmly as he could without staring at your lips for too long.

your gaze turned to an expression of fear, leaning back you asked, “wait you’re someone's ride? and i made you drink? i’m sorry-”

“don’t worry, the same idiots i was supposed to drive already forced me to drink shots with them,” he cut you off, laughing. 

“oh okay , good. who’s your friend?” you inquired, only to have your question answered by the duo in question.

“namjoon hyung! there you are!” a voice called from the front door. namjoon turned around to see jungkook and jimin walking out with two girls. “jimin and i are heading out so-”

“wait, are you with y/n?” Jimin asked, walking over to the two of you. “i thought you said you didn’t want her?”

“excuse me?” you ask, pretending to be offended, but the smile on your face couldn’t hide the fact that you were flattered the duo thought namjoon would be into you.

“wait, she's the one you guys were gonna set me up with?” namjoon asked, his eyes widening in realization. the other two boys nodded and he looked back over at you with a smile on his face while saying, “well thanks, she’s pretty cool.”

[rush-the-stars]

Hello, hello, do you have any thoughts on Yoshida being a freak? 🎤

oh octopus boy? no, totally normal……………………

im gonna put some of this under a cut if you’re not caught up on csm manga and theories that are floating around. so spoiler warning if you read ahead.

he’s…off putting.

if you’ve seen any of the theories about him floating around lately—mainly, that he’s the death devil, one of the four horsemen,then that makes him downright terrifying. right?

even if he’s not. there’s just something about yoshida’s gaze.

shark eyes, ya know? a little empty. hungry.

(i think the horsemen have this gaze anyways but.)

i think he is patient in an eerie sort of way.

i guess im imagining yoshida in college or just young adulthood and he’s…patient with you in an unnerving way.

he’d wait out every horrid boyfriend girlfriend almost partner fling you ever had. let’s you learn all your lessons and come crying to him, where he keeps himself incredibly reserved while comforting you. coos at you with a hand on your back, or perhaps pets your hair. (it is a little patronizing, if you think about it, but it is comfort, nonetheless).

or perhaps some of your lovers just disappear.

or tell you they never want to see you again.

you start thinking you have bad luck or maybe it’s all—well, it’s gotta be you, right? since they’re all running for the hills? since you can’t get anyone to just stay?

except yoshida.

been here the whole time.

doesn’t really push you or—you don’t really think he’s interested in you like that.

until you tell him you’re going out on one more date, one more try, one of these times its gotta work out—

and he laughs kinda coldly. and he asks, are you serious.

but its not really a question.

and you go, what do you mean? of course, yeah, i’m—

“you’re not going.” he says casually, easily, that pleasant, simple smile on his face once more.

has it always looked this hollow? this—dangerous?

you laugh nervously. “oh, you’re in charge now?”

he gazes at you from under long, dark lashes. pretty, pretty boy that he is. disarming. slippery.

“you know, you’ve really made me chase.”

i think he’s horrendously, terrifyingly patient, until he really isn’t anymore.

deft fingers tip your chin up and your mouth is hanging open in shock.

i think he torments you, since you made him wait so long.

makes you squirm and embarrasses you. is almost mean but pretends he is only being mischievous. i think he wants to eat you alive. i think he wants to make you suffer with barely a touch.

his voice is coaxing, a tendril of persuasion until you’re bare and you’re not even being touched and somehow it’s so much worse that he’s not touching you. that he’s fully clothed and he’s just—

messing with you a little. lurking in your shadows, guiding you. making you suffer. making you beg.

he likes to play with his food, you remember. circle it a little, wait for the best moment to—

and he keeps that same smile on his face, the easy, pretty one. the hollow one, with the shark eyes.

but you catch flashes of it sometimes, the thing that lurks beneath his skin, the desire he barely contains.

you catch it in the slip of his smile that is more a baring of his teeth. the sudden swarm of darkness, of possession, and hunger in his usually aloof appearance.

the moment before he strikes, like a shark’s eyes as they roll back and sink into their teeth into flesh, you catch the horrible bliss of it. the way he savors it.

the way he savors devouring you whole.

[prismaticpichu]

If you’re someone out there who enjoys my writing—enjoys anything that I do with my words or prose or style—I feel there’s something you oughta know!

I would not be anywhere without the incredible authors I took inspiration from.

I’m admittedly still a wee lad trudging through high school, and I still gotta whole lot to learn! And I’m gonna have fun on that journey. But I legit think I’ve absorbed and learned more from reading all these gifted works more than the lessons we were taught over the years. Ofc, the fundamentals were taught there—teaching me the rules before I could break them. But it was these people that taught me how to break those rules and how to do them effectively. And when you’re a writer, I find, there is no better learning experience than reading words on a page!

My style really seems to be an amalgamation of so many different things and people—prolly a lot of subliminal stuff, too. Though I feel like there’s at least two I gotta give HUGE hugs to for being so influential <3

~

LuckyLadybug on FF.Net! ~ Literally the first ever FF7 fics I’ve ever read. Literally the sole reason I love Zack & Sephiroth’s friendship. Her fics are absolutely legendary, all written in a very consistently clean and swift style. It’s not an overload on sensory detail, but it also ain’t choppy in the slightest. It really does strike that perfect balance of rhythmic and simple that I always try to fall back on when I find myself getting too flowery! It’s a real life savor—for real! And speaking of For Reals, almost everything I craft about Zack & Sephiroth’s relationship stems from the bond she created. I learned so much about how to make emotional, powerful scenes that really can convey just how much people can platonically love each other. She’ll always be the true power of friendship queen! And the best Zack & Sephiroth author I’ve ever had the honor of reading.

@altocat! ~ Oh boy… there is SO much to say xD Where to even start? While Ladybug was the foundation of my little fanfic quest, I don’t think there’s a soul who helped me build and evolve more than Alto’s works. Because if you aren’t aware, this goddess is just an artist with words. We’re talking the most vivid and powerful imagery you can imagine! Imagery that was so powerful, in fact (and I don’t think she even knows this lol!), that at least a solid year of my works fall into this Altocat-emulating-esque era. Never with the intention to copy, of course, but to try my hand at creating prose that was rich in rhythm, language, and meaning. And while I think I did take this WAY too far sometimes (I can say that bc I’m the author- and I know what just sounds unreadable in retrospect xD), but it was part of the learning process. And one I’m still in the middle of today. For more context, Alto was also the one who taught me the value of fragments and isolating words for emphasis. That something concise could be powerful. Beautiful. Beatiful and valuable. Like words that mirror the characters’ quickened heart rates as their thoughts begin to splinter and spiral and how to wield syntax in a way that’s both enjoyably breathless and taut with anxiety at the same time. I learned how to imbue emotion to my work and peel it back so it’s pure and raw. Altocat is an absolute MASTER of angst, and while I used to write relatively “dark” things, I don’t think I really ever got them right until readings AMT’s (see this! for more details on that gem). In a similar vein, she also taught me the kind of impact that beginning and ending lines can have—how to not waste them and how they can circle back to each other in clever and gorgeous ways. I learned the importance of diction from her work; I learned the meaning of SO many new words lol; I learned how to make dialogue just a tad more interesting. Overall, really, I think Alto really did teach me how to write in a lot of ways. At least, in the sense of taking a step that I had no idea was in front of me. A step I didn’t know existed, because I really never saw more beautiful craft in my life.

Anywho! I think I’m rambling a bit x,D I hope I didn’t embarrass you, my friend. Or weird you out lol!!! I was just doing some reflecting, really, and I just needed you to know how impactful your fics have been to me. And you have no flipping idea how honored I am to know you as a mutual <3 Ty for everything ❤️ Ty for being you!!

(For reference, this is why I always say to NEVER underestimate the kind of impact your works may have on people. No matter how small or how insignificant you think they may be. Because who knows??? Maybe you’ll end up changing a life, too <33)

~

Thx for listening to this spiel, folks!!! Much love!! <33

[jedijesi]

Caught in the Cat's Web Chapter 7

Miguel O'Hara x Felicia Hardy!Reader

Previous Chapter 🕸️ Series Masterlist

Warnings: Jealousy, Violence, Fluff, Spiciness👀

Word Count: 3.1k

Summary: Felicia and Miguel figure out what the kiss last night means.

Co-Author: @stclairesplace

A/N: Lmk if u wanna be added to the taglist!

Nueva York, Earth-838

Despite the exhaustion that had settled into her bones after the recent escapades, Felicia found herself unable to sleep a wink. The memory of the kiss replayed in her mind repeatedly, each iteration focused on a different detail. She remembered the passion, his moans, how wet she was, and how his desire for her made him lose control of his fangs, feeling them against her skin. As the dark sky began to lighten, Felicia gave up on the notion of sleep.

Careful not to wake the sleeping giant next door, she quietly crawled out of bed. She opened the closet, stocked with clothing by LYLA while her suit was in the shop. A smile played on her lips as she considered the outfits, each one meticulously put together. After a few minutes of contemplation, she settled on the pleated black skirt, a form-fitting black top, and a sleek black coat, paired with some Doc Martens. Standing before the ornate mirror in the penthouse, she scrutinized her reflection, her gaze briefly capturing the telltale bags under her eyes. The signs of fatigue from their recent adventures were etched beneath them, a reminder of their chaotic lives. With a swift, practiced motion, she gathered her hair and styled it up. The updo added a touch of refinement to her appearance, drawing attention away from her weariness.

Satisfied with her quick transformation, she took one last look in the mirror before leaving the penthouse for the cafeteria. Emerging from the elevator, she noticed the sky had brightened a bit, yet the typically bustling halls were still quiet. Felicia ordered her usual latte from the baristas, hoping it would help conceal the obvious exhaustion etched across her face. With her drink in hand, she made her way to the balcony that overlooked the Nueva York sunrise. Kicking her boots onto the table, she leaned back in her chair, savoring the fresh autumn morning breeze.

A voice suddenly interrupted her thoughts. "This seat taken?"

Felicia turned her head to find Web-Slinger's bandana-clad face looking directly at her. "Oh!" she exclaimed, sitting up and taking her feet off the table. "No, please, join me," she said with a warm smile.

"What you doin' up so early, pretty lady?" Web-Slinger inquired, pulling a seat closer and taking a relaxed seat next to her.

Felicia shrugged. "Couldn't sleep. What about you?"

"Widow's high maintenance. Gotta feed 'em their breakfast," he replied as he settled in. "Where's your mask? Aren't you worried the big boss is gonna lose his shit?"

Felicia grinned to herself as she thought about her night with Miguel. "Nah," she said with a confident smirk. "I think he'd let it slide."

Web-Slinger lowered his bandana, his eyes locked onto Felicia's. "If that's the case, this may be one of the only opportunities I'll have to look into those sparkling eyes of yours." Felicia felt a rush of warmth creep up her cheeks at the compliment.

He then shifted his tone, his expression serious. "I'm sorry I've been avoiding you," Web-Slinger confessed. "The spider-society means a great deal to me, and I was worried that since Miguel isn't your biggest fan..."

Boy, is he wrong. Felicia grinned to herself. 

“-And what we got caught in a pretty compromising position, he was gonna kick me out. You’re an incredible woman, I shouldn’t have cut you off like that. I’m sorry, darlin’.”

Felicia places her hand over Patrick’s, offering him an understanding smile. “I understand. It’s alright.” 

“The world doesn’t deserve you,” Patrick hums as he picks Felicia’s hand up to kiss the back of it. “You know, darlin’, I’d love to finish what we started.” He humed. “Haven’t been able to stop thinkin’ about you.” He presses a kiss to Felicia’s hand again. “Your lips.” Kiss. “Your breasts.” Kiss “That wet-”

“Mask,” Miguel growls, standing behind the two, causing them to jump. 

Web-Slinger immediately, drops Felicia’s hand, grabbing the bandana around his neck and lifting it to cover his lust-filled eyes. “Apologies, sir.” He nods, unable to make eye contact. 

“Felicia,” Miguel says. “Masks are to be worn at all times in communal spaces.”

“You know where my mask is, Miguel.” Felicia fires back. 

Web-Slinger pushes his chair back to stand. “Uh maybe I should take my lea-“

“Sit down,” Felicia growls, still holding eye contact with Miguel. “Miguel was just about to go file a report from last night’s mission, weren’t you boss.”

Miguel takes a deep breath in through his nose, his eyes still dark, staring down Webslinger with a hidden rage. “Right. Enjoy your morning Night Spider,” he says through gritted teeth. “Just make sure to check in with LYLA about any missions today.” He leaves them, walking away with tightly clenched fists and brooding shoulders. 

“Everything okay between you two?” Web-Slinger asks, watching Miguel storm off. 

Felicia frowns. “Eh,” is all she could come up with. She knew he was jealous but she wasn’t his. If Miguel wanted her, he needed to talk to her like an adult and do something about it instead of throwing fits like a toddler. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Miguel was sick of the turbulent emotions that surged within him every time he witnessed Felicia flirting with other Spider-People. After the passionate night they'd shared, he'd come to a profound realization – he needed her, more than he had ever admitted to himself. So, waking up in the morning with the intention of sharing this revelation with her, only to find an empty bed and Web-Slinger attempting to charm Felicia, once again, sent a maelstrom of feelings crashing through Miguel.

His heart ached with jealousy, confusion, and a sense of longing he could barely decipher. As he watched the interaction unfold, it was as if a storm was brewing within him, threatening to consume his composure.

"Spider-Byte!" Miguel's voice boomed, cutting through the lab.

Margo Kess, who had been diligently working on her gadgets, jumped at the sudden interruption. Her wide eyes met Miguel's intense gaze.

"Ah! Yes, Sir?" she stammered, trying to regain her composure.

Miguel's expression was a mix of determination and frustration. "I have a mission," he declared, his voice edged with urgency. "I need you to join me."

Margo hastily began putting away her tools, her curiosity piqued. "Of course, sir! When do we leave?"

Miguel's reply was swift and resolute. "Now," he said, his voice carrying a sense of finality. His mask materialized over his face, and in front of him, a swirling portal opened, ready to whisk them away into the unknown. The mission was a welcome distraction, an opportunity to escape the tumultuous emotions that had gripped him, at least for a while.

New York, Earth-1048

Spider-Byte and Miguel find themselves standing at the entrance of an abandoned warehouse. It really wasn't the best idea to be going on a mission right now with all of the pent-up emotions he had, but it was the only way he knew how to release them. Taking a deep breath, he tries to regain control over his racing mind.

Miguel and Spider-Byte crawl to the roof, to spy through the skylight, “I see about 25 men. I’ll take ‘em while you extract the data from their computers.” Miguel points to the locked door in the back of the warehouse. “Make sure you destroy their tech before we leave, got it?” 

“Yes, Sir.”

With determination in his eyes, Miguel leaps into action. Not caring about the element of surprise, he breaks the glass, jumping down onto the guard below to break his fall. With incredible speed and agility, Miguel makes his way through the series of men. His spider-sense tingling, he effortlessly dodges incoming attacks and bullets from the group of armed thugs. His frustration builds with each punch and kicks he delivers, sending men flying through walls. 

As Spider-Byte navigates their computer she can't help but feel a sense of worry as her boss ruthlessly beats the men in the other room. Trying to ignore the way the building rumbles with each body thrown through the concrete walls, she works as fast as possible, wanting the mission to be over. 

Anger boils over Miguel. He unleashes his fangs and his eyes glow with an intense red hue. The sight is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. With a ferocity unlike anything before, Miguel tears through the thugs, shredding limbs and sending them flying through the air. The force of his blows is almost too much to comprehend. He fights with raw brutality, fueled by his pent-up frustration. 

As the dust settles, Spider-Byte emerges from the room and cautiously approaches Miguel, concern etched on their face. “Woah…” She says, eyes wandering around the bloody room. “Are- are you okay?”

Miguel's fangs retract, and he takes a moment to compose himself before turning to face his partner. “Fine. Just needed to let off some steam.” He quickly clicks on his watch, opening another portal. But his eyes still burned hot red at the idea of possibly walking into Web-Slinger and Felicia again. 

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

New York, Earth-838

“Tada!” LYLA cheered as she showed Felicia her upgraded outfit in the lab. “I added a few surprises to your claws.” She said with a wink. 

“Wow.” Felicia inspects the softer, sturdier material of her black and white suit. “I love it!” 

LYLA flickers around Felicia with excitement. “I’m glad. Miguel had me add a ton of surprises to help keep you safe. Your new goggles should be indestructible now.”

Felicia takes the black framed goggles with white lenses on, inspecting herself in the mirror. “How do I look?” 

“Hot!” LYLA replies. 

Felicia giggles as she makes facial expressions, watching the goggles respond with the same expressive emotions. 

"Hey," Margo's voice, tinged with anxiety, interrupted the conversation between LYLA and Felicia, causing them both to turn and look at her. Her demeanor was far from composed as she walked to her station, plugging a hard drive into the computer.

"Hey, Margo-" Felicia greeted her with a concerned tone as she observed the shaken cyberwoman. "Woah, are you okay?" 

Margo hesitated, a storm of emotions lurking beneath her features. "You should be asking the boss man that."

Felicia's brows furrowed with curiosity and worry. "What happened?" She removed her new goggles, placed them with the rest of her suit, and approached the computer where Margo stood.

Margo shrugged, her voice trembling. "He took me on a mission and went insane."

Felicia's eyes widened, struggling to make sense of it. "How so?" she asked, urging Margo to share the details.

Margo continued her voice a mix of disbelief and dread. "He was acting super weird when we started, and then throughout the whole mission, he was just... ruthless. The walls were drenched in blood, his fangs were out, and limbs were everywhere." The memory of the nightmarish scene was vivid in her mind.

LYLA intervened. "Take the day off... Maybe the week... Don't worry about coming back anytime soon. I'll take over here.” She gestured to the hard drive. “If you want, you can see the therapist, Ezekiel Sims."

Margo nodded, grateful for the support. "Yeah... Thanks, LYLA. See you later, Felicia," she said before logging off, her avatar fading away.

Felicia was left bewildered by the revelation. "Did you two get into a fight again?" LYLA inquired, her digital form mirroring the concern etched into Felicia's face. Miguel's uncharacteristic behavior had raised questions and alarm, leaving them all on edge.

“No-” Felicia leaned against the desk as she thought to herself. “He- he’s jealous, probably frustrated.”

"Why?" LYLA questioned, her digital features showing genuine confusion at the situation.

Felicia hesitated, not wanting to reveal the details of the passionate kiss shared with Miguel. "Just... some stuff that happened," she vaguely replied, keeping that particular secret to herself.

LYLA's holographic form became more serious, crossing her arms in a display of concern. "Well, if he's lashing out because of you, you need to talk to him. I get that you two can't stand each other, but he can't be acting like this. He's our leader."

Felicia nodded in reluctant agreement. "You're right," she admitted. "Where is he?"

"His office was accessed 10 minutes ago," LYLA informed her. "You should start there."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Felicia stepped into Miguel's office, the only sign of life in the room being the steaming cup of coffee on his desk. As she approached it, she called out for him, "Miguel?"

His voice, however, didn't come from where she expected. It echoed from the ceiling, as Miguel continued to inspect some fuses. "So what did Web-slinger want with you?" he asked, seemingly preoccupied with his work.

Felicia jumped in surprise, a sharp intake of breath escaping her lips. "Fuck! You scared the shit out of me! I wish I'd register you as a threat so my Spider-Sense could go off for you."

Miguel jumped down from the tall ceiling to tower over Felicia. His proximity might have been intimidating to others, but for her, it sparked a different set of emotions altogether. "Ok, I'm sorry," he said, though his tone remained somewhat unyielding. "Answer the question." Miguel's intense gaze locked onto hers, and the electric tension between them crackled like a live wire.

“He was just making friendly conversation, Miguel. Nothing else was going on. Besides what’s it to you it’s not like we're together. Not to mention, you haven't even had the decency to have a real conversation with me since the gala.”

Miguel’s shoulders sag. “I- I just- I didn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable or let it be awkward.” 

Felicia let out a scoff, her voice heavy with a mixture of exasperation and candor. "Miguel, your attempts to make this less awkward are honestly just you throwing gasoline on a bonfire. Let's get one thing straight, Spider. We kissed, and we didn't just dabble in it, there was… a lot of it. Now, I'm not sure if that was a colossal mistake or not, but one thing is clear—you've gotta get your shit together."

Her gaze bore into him, a blend of concern and frustration etched in her eyes. She continued her words cutting through the tension in the room. "You can't go about ripping limbs off of people, turning missions into a living nightmare, and leaving our team traumatized. And don't even get me started on that idiotic 'no-dating' rule of yours."

Felicia and Miguel stood face to face, their eyes locked in an intense, unwavering gaze. The room was charged with a palpable tension as if a tempest of desire and frustration swirled around them. 

Miguel took a hesitant step back, his internal conflict plain on his face. He ran his fingers through his hair in a futile search for the right words, but they eluded him like a mirage slipping through his grasp.

Struggling to express his inner turmoil, Miguel finally spoke, his voice heavy with both longing and restraint. "I know I messed up; I was just lost and didn't know how to handle it. I need to apologize to Margo.” He sighed. “Felicia, there's an undeniable connection between us, but it's tangled, it's messy. We can't give into it." The words hung in the air, like an unspoken promise of restraint amidst a whirlwind of emotion.

Felicia sauntered closer, her gaze intense, and the gap between them slowly vanished. Her voice took on a sultry, teasing quality. "Oh, Miguel," she purred, her words dripping with seduction. "You're fucking desperate for me. It's written all over your face. No matter how many times we try to deny it, the desire is there, it’s undeniable."

"We both know the risks, Felicia," Miguel murmured, his voice laced with a mixture of restraint and longing. "We work together, and if things go wrong, it could ruin everything. I can't let that happen." Felicia remained silent, her gaze fixed on him as she looked up through her dark lashes. Miguel couldn't resist the magnetic pull between them any longer. His hands reached out to gently cup Felicia's cheek, his fingertips grazing her skin as if tracing an enchanting spell. Their eyes locked, and in that moment, the world around them blurred into insignificance."You drive me crazy, Felicia," he admitted, the words barely more than a breathy confession of desire.

“What are you gonna do about it then?” Felicia’s words hung in the air. 

Miguel bends down, their lips come together in a passionate, desperate kiss. Their moans mix, unable to contain their desire for each other. Miguel picks Felicia up, letting her wrap her legs around him. After a minute they pull away, breathless, their faces inches apart. 

Miguel's eyes widen, realization dawning upon him, whispering, “No... We can't do this. It's too risky.”

Felicia's voice was a sultry challenge as she met Miguel's gaze. "Fine. If you put me down, I'll walk away right now. We can pretend this never happened and return to the way things used to be." Miguel stood there, a portrait of indecision, torn between his desires and the risks involved. 

Felicia leaned in, her breath warm against his ear, and whispered, "But if you hold me, I'll kiss you again. And that means you'll have to take me out on a real date, breaking your precious little rule."

The room seemed to hold its breath, the weight of their choices and unspoken desires looming over them. The space between them crackled with electricity, leaving Miguel on the precipice of a life-altering decision.

With eyes filled with lust, Miguel doesn’t move, watching as Felicia grabs the collar of his suit, slowly pulling his face closer, giving him the chance to back out. Yet, he never does and embraces the fervent kiss. It’s wrong, they know that. They drove each other insane from the very start, but the magnetic pull between them was too strong to resist.

The two lovers broke apart once again, their ragged breaths filling the room, their eyes locked in a battle of desire and restraint. Each kiss was a silent invitation, and they couldn't resist giving in to the irresistible temptation that lay between them. The struggle continued, each kiss becoming a bittersweet reminder of the forbidden passion they shared.

In one of those precious moments of weakness, Miguel gently used his thumb and pointer finger to softly hold Felicia's chin, causing her to slowly look up at him. His eyes bore into hers, filled with a mixture of longing and caution. "We have to take it one step at a time," he urged, his voice a hushed plea. "If we're going to risk everything for this, we have to be careful."

Felicia nodded in agreement, her eyes sparkling with a mix of adoration and longing. With a sly smile, she reached up, her fingers gliding through his dark curls, giving them a playful tug. She pulled his lips back to hers, and the room was once again filled with the electric charge of their passionate moans and kisses.

Chapter 8

Taglist: @leahnicole1219 @oscarissac2099

[odetodilfs]

---CUFFED---

Pairing: submissive Jim Hopper x m! reader

CW: Lots of handcuffs, edging and teasing.

Jim arrives home, tired from having to keep everything in Hawkins under control, so you decide to relieve him by taking charge and making him be entirely yours.

“Hey baby…” you said to Hopper, who had gotten home from work, very visibly mad and tired… “Hey sweetheart, I had such a shitty day at work today, I’m sorry I’m like this” “Too much trying to control those teenagers smoking weed all day huh?” you asked, knowing how much he was in control, and how much he loved getting a good blowjob from you on tough days…

“Yeah, fuck, I sometimes wanna be a normal citizen and have a laid back, regular life” “I have a good suggestion you may like…” you chuckled; “What is it?” “How about you’re the one being arrested hm?” you said, cheekily, but deep inside wanting his answer to accept your idea, “Is this what I think it is?” he smiled at you “Please baby, please” you begged, with puppy eyes. “Fine” he said, putting his hands in a cuffing position and you tied the handcuffs, “If it hurts… just tell me ok?” you asked, obviously still caring about him feeling good. 

You took off his pants so slowly, he was hard and leaking by the time you got to his underwear, you did however take off his underwear faster because you were quite desperate too, when his underwear was off you savored his scent, so manly and so musky… “Mmmm… smelling so fucking good” you said, slightly touching his cock “Agh… please suck it babe!!” he said, already whimpering, powerless, not being able to shove his cock into your mouth for being a naughty boy… “Chst! I’m in control here, you understand me?” you said, dominantly, you could feel his breathing becoming faster as he had never been this dominated before.

You kept jerking him off for a while, but only occasionally touching his cock, most of the time you played with his nipples and kissed his neck, you finally got down to his dick again, Hopper had now given up any resistance as he knew begging was worthless, he had accepted that you had complete control over him, his dick standing high up, turgid in arousal, you got down and licked the tip just a little, this made Hopper thrust his hips upwards involuntarily and whimper loudly, you had teased him for over an hour and any touch to his tip drove him absolutely crazy. 

You knew this and started, very rapidly swirling your tongue on his tip and jacking his huge dick real fast, him trying to get rid of the handcuffs as he begged you to slow down “Ah! baby! slow down! S- slow down!!!” he screamed in pleasure, you just kept on doing it, Hopper being a sweaty moaning mess, “Oh fuck Oh fuck!! I’m gonna cum! FUCK!” he said as you abruptly stopped, him screaming half in pleasure half in frustration as you denied him the pleasure of his own orgasm. He stood there, hips thrusting upwards, trying to feed you his dick again, his dick looked so swollen and big from how turned on he was, his dick mere centimeters from your mouth, you licked his slit just a bit before he arched up in pleasure and moaned loudly, he didn’t cum yet, you leaned in and licked some of his sweat from his chest, also licking his armpit a bit, savoring his scent and taste.

“Baby- darling- please” he moaned, desperately trying to get you to pleasure him again, “Give me a little kiss first” you smiled cheekily as he leaned forward and gave you the best kiss someone could give hands free, his tongue melting into your mouth, your spit mixing together… you finally let him go as you both needed air, after you’d recovered, you congratulated him “Good boy” you said, getting back on your knees, this time you slowly went down, allowing him to feel his dick slowly sinking into your throat, him moaning and his diaphragm spasming uncontrollably from the pleasure, when his cock was fully in your throat, he let out a low, guttural moan, your nose on his pubes, you could smell that distinct smell of masculine sweat, it was intoxicating as your throat massaged his cock and brought him closer to the edge, “F-fuck! I’m gonna- cum!” he said, as you rapidly pulled your cock from his throat, leaving him right there… on the edge once again, he relaxed back into the chair and breathed heavily as he was edged once again. You diverted your attention from his cock a bit and went down on his puckered ass… his hole looking so tight… and lickable, your tongue touched his hole and he jumped as you licked him out, his musk strong on your mouth and nose, pushing a finger in slowly, you felt how tight he really was, you withdrew as he whimpered, almost begging for you to keep fingering him, after getting enough lube and him impatiently staring at you. Your finger went easier inside, and as you went deeper he moaned and whimpering uncontrollably, relishing the fact that your finger was in his ass, you felt around with your finger until you felt a soft, tissue-like ball of flesh, he moaned as you barely brushed past it: you had found it, you had found his prostate and now was the time where you really could drive him totally crazy.

“Mmm- baby that feels- ah- amazing…” he said, as your finger lightly slid past his spot, “Yeah?” you said, curving your finger against his prostate, he gave a loud scream as you fingered him, “Fuck yes it does!!” he said, almost humping your finger, trying to move as much as his hands, that were still cuffed, allowed him.

“Mmmm- mmmmm ahhh– mmmm!” he said, the pressure and the pleasure on his prostate being shown by his eyes and the sweat trickling down his chest, the hair on his chest now wet. Your finger was being swallowed by his ass as you started to jerk off, Jim’s dick was twitching all the time, something hard as his dick was a good 7 inches, “Fuck baby! I’m cumming, fuck!” he said, he came gallons, it exploded all over him and you managed to put his dick in your mouth, while swallowing a bit, you never got sick of that taste, his stomach still spasming, he had finally came. “Now now… time for me to have some fun, hehe…” you said.

You slicked up your fingers and your ass, and quickly got on the carpet in front of Hopper, his cuffed hands wanting to take you and fuck you hard, to make you scream, to smack your ass until it was glowing red. But he couldn’t, his hands were cuffed and he was entirely yours and he was under your control. You decided when he would cum, how he would cum… you started fingering your ass to open you up for his big cock, now standing bigger and prouder than ever, your fingers fucking your ass, it felt heavenly, but not half as heavenly as you knew Hopper’s cock would feel inside you. But you had to do this, to tease him, show him what he would get only when you wanted.

His eyes were intent on your now slightly stretched out hole, he was imagining how it would be like to see his cum dripping from there after he’d fucked you, but oh, that’s right, he couldn’t… 

“Baby- please, bring that ass on my cock” he said, almost trying to do puppy eyes and you almost agreed… but a little teasing would be more fun “Nuh-uh” you said, smiling teasingly, pummeling your fingers even faster inside you, throwing your head back in pleasure as the image of you riding Hopper while he was cuffed turned you on to no end. Quite abruptly, you got up, legs slightly wobbly from your long fingering session, the happiness on Hopper’s face was indescribable, as you felt his tip go into your ass, he threw his head back in pleasure, so turned on from your fingering and unable to touch himself, his cock was pulsing inside you as you slowly started to ride his cock, feeling all the pleasure.

You lost yourself, humping his cock, hitting your prostate on each thrust, “Fucking god…”  you said in your head, feeling how good he felt inside you, his whimpers from being cuffed that long and you riding his cock, the hours of teasing were too much for you and you clenched hard around his cock and shot your cum all over him, you came so hard some of it even hit Hopper’s mouth, as he eagerly licked it from his mustache, that was enough for him too, “Oh fuck… cumming baby… I’m cumming!!” he said, almost screaming as his balls finally unloaded the burning load he had in them inside you, his breathing was rugged and you stayed there, both spent.

You flashed back to reality, you had a sweaty, still whimpering Hopper under you, who was still cuffed… Fuck, the poor man had been handcuffed for 3 full hours, his hands must ache, you quickly undid them, “Oh my god baby are you ok? I’m so fucking sorry” you said, feeling ashamed of yourself, “Baby don’t be sad, I loved it, you did me good” “But your hands must hurt so much…” you said as he cut you off, “They do, but that doesn’t stop me from loving you even more” he said as he kissed, you smiled “Ah darling, I love you” you said, kissing his cheek. “Me too baby… how about we go cuddle?” he said, you nodded and he struggled to get up from your session but then he grabbed you in his arms and threw you on the bed as he engulfed you, “Missed holding you while I was cuffed though” he said, as you fell asleep cuddling.

[fandomfluffandfuck]

S, when I said I was taking notes, I wasn’t kidding >:) I present to you *drumroll* filth!

“Honey. Are you gonna be good for Sir?” Sebastian’s voice is silk and rich, and Chris is pretty damn sure he’ll drown in it. His brain doesn’t work, it’s covered in honey and golden light. He just nods, eyes big and begging.

“Use your words, pretty puppy.” Sebastian’s smile is honestly the only thing keeping him tethered to the Earth.

“Please, Sir… want it… please…Wanna be your good puppy.” Chris whines, burying his head into Seb’s thigh. Sebastian’s hand is in his hair, and it makes him so glad he kept it long after filming.

“Aw, what a good boy I’ve got, tellin’ his Sir exactly what he wants.” There’s not a single thought in Chris’s head that isn’t devoted to pleasing Sebastian right now. He tilts his head up to look at him through his eyelashes.

“Come on up, sweet angel. Let Sir see you.” Sebastian’s command takes a second to process, but as soon as it does, Chris scrambles up to sit in his lap.

Before he knows it, there are fingers in his mouth and he moans, eyelids fluttering. He adores having something in his mouth. It used to be cigarettes, but now it’s candy or if he’s lucky, Sir’s fingers. He sucks on them like it’s the only thing he knows how to do, and preens under the praise it gets him. Soon, his sweatpants are being thrown to the side and there are firm, hot hands gripping his thighs. He’s making noises he wasn’t even aware he could make, but he’s so goddamn desperate for anything Sebastian will give him that he doesn’t seem to care.

(and I’m aware that the timeline doesn’t match up but I’m picturing this seb with this chris)

related to this

*gasp* For me? Filth? I love filth!

Oh. my. fucking. GOD.

*groooooan*

Puppy Chris with the long hair. I fucking can't. And that puppy begging and blushing and drooling and nuzzling Sebastian's thighs and having fingers in his mouth 😮‍💨😮‍💨

The mental image of Sebastian pulling his thick, dirty blonde hair with one hand while shoving fingers into his mouth with the other? Jesus Christ. I am WEAK.

ALSO, the little detail about how he used to always have cigarettes in his mouth, and sometimes now it's candy. I just--that just took me out. I don't know why, but, just, yeah. 🥴 It's so sweet to me that Chris--such a big, classically masculine guy--has a sweet tooth. Puppy energy, 100%.

So. Uh. Yes.

Chris, on his knees, between Sebastian's spread thighs, fingers in his mouth, the ends of his long hair tugged just enough to make pain sparkle over his scalp and drip down his spine, leaving his killer eyelashes fluttering, savoring the pleasure. He's so fucking hard himself, he's starting to ache, but it really just makes him suck harder at Sebastian's fingers, chasing them, choking on them, his cheeks burning hotter.

Anyway--

Thank you

I very much enjoyed this filth™️

[puella-peanut]

Daniel sprains his ankle badly after a new karate move goes wrong, and is advised to keep off his foot for two months. Which, of course, is devastating for our spunky boy, but John?

Well, John doesn’t say a word (big surprise), but just picks him up bridal style every time he sees Daniel even attempt to move. Something which takes Daniel less than two days to be over. 

“I can walk—okay, John, maybe I can’t walk, but I can definitely limp around so you don’t have to—“

“No.”

“I have a crutch. Actually, waitaminute, I have two crutches, so I can, like. You know. Hobble around, and stop collecting dust, like—“

“Doctor’s orders.”

“Doctor’s orders don’t say anything about John Kreese carrying me around like I’m dying or something, not even in the small print which,  yeah, okay, I didn’t read, but I know for a fact that even if I did, I wouldn’t see your name there. And by the way, I’m not dying, my muscles just decided to revolt, so you can just—“

“You’re scrawny. Easy to carry.”

“…That’s so not the point, and besides, this is embarrassing!”

“Why.”

“Why? Whyyyy?? Why, because I’m a full grown adult—and totally not scrawny just fun sized—and I can take care of myself, and I don’t need you fussing over me like a mother hen—“

“You’re the one fussing, kid.”

Daniel sputters, but he can’t come up with anything to say to his bullheaded boyfriend, so he just fumes in John’s (admittedly very nice) arms after punching him a couple times right on the chest (which does absolutely nothing, except hurt his own hands since John’s practically made of concrete).

Meanwhile, John won’t ever admit, but seeing Daniel with his little foot all bandaged up, and wearing John’s old sports t-shirts (all dangerously oversized on him), and with his pouty, bratty expression perpetually on—John can’t get enough. He’s going to savor this as long as he can. Gonna milk these next two months for all their worth. Heh. 

(Meanwhile Terry probably inquires a thousand times if Daniel would like him to fly in a world-renowned specialist from Boston, Manhattan, West Germany, Czechoslovakia, India, Japan…oh, and would he like Terry’s personal chef to whip him up something good, or he can get Daniel’s mother to fly in from Jersey on his personal plane if he’d like some authentic home-cooked meals, and would you like some flowers, Danny-boy, to brighten this place up? Red roses perhaps, you look so ravishing in red after all sweeth—)

John just slams the door in his face. And disconnects the phone for good measure. And tells him to not contact Daniel for the next two months, or better yet, ever again. Sorry, Terry. 

Meanwhile, Daniel just groans and wonders where he went wrong in life.