#or rub his face against a table for making a dumb question

[movie-robotnik-positivity]

Assuming Robotnik survives for the fourth movie, where do you see his and Stone's relationship going forward?

Well, they can't take back what Robotnik said, and they can't just completely go back to their old dynamic. Something has changed.

I think it could be similar to what we see early in the third film. Stone literally acts behind Ivo's back by bringing his worst enemies into their home, and how does he react? He doesn't yell or hit Stone like he used to, he just goes "what the hell, man?" and pouts. Two seconds later he's trying to make Stone laugh with an egg pun.

Their relationship feels more casual and domestic, even before the sacrifice, it's just that Gerald's appearance makes Ivo regress back into some of his old habits. That's why Stone is so hurt by feeling ignored even though Ivo used to do much worse.

If Robotnik and Stone reunite, I think they'd drop the boss/employee facade. Stone is still going to play that role, but Ivo won't be shy about the fact that this guy is ALSO his buddy. They could be more in sync, more casual with each other, like partners in crime.

It's never going to be a normal friendship (nothing about those two is normal), but it's going to be significantly healthier and more balanced now that Robotnik doesn't have to pretend he dislikes Stone.

[sangwookisser]

PUT YOUR MONEY WHERE YOUR MOUTH IS | BIG S/O

cw: multi x reader, brat taming, size kink, car sex, breeding, doggy, reverse cowgirl, established relationship

synopsis: reader underestimated her quiet boyfriend and paid the price

You find yourself draped on your boyfriend's lap, positioned with your back pressed against his muscular chest as he bounces you on his massive, throbbing cock with deep, slow thrusts so that you feel every inch of him each time he slides his throbbing shaft against your gummy walls. "F-fuck, ba-babe..." you slur, voice a broken mewl as he slams you up and down on his cock with your back to his chest, using you like a sex doll.

Crushed in his lap with your legs spread wide and shaking, dress pushed up and panties down by your ankles as he keeps both hands locked on your hips while he rocks you down, again and again, on his cock like you’re nothing but something to use.

You’ve gone dumb with it, dizzy and sweaty and barely able to breathe through the choked little gasps that leave your mouth every time he lifts your hips and slams you back down again.

You're in his car, being ravaged in the parking lot of the bar he took you to to meet some of his childhood friends. The plan had just to been to get you to meet some of the guys he'd grown up with and hopefully get you all on good terms, but you couldn't seem to behave for one night.

A couple drinks enough to get you tipsy paired with your loud nature had been enough to get you to go too far.

"He's -hic- totally my bitch, you guys," you’d said with a grin that took up your whole face, waving your hand dramatically. "He acts all tough, y’know, like all big and quiet and scary or whatever, but I swear to god," you leaned in across the table like you were telling a secret, all conspiratorial and smug, "this man says yes ma’am with a mouth full of my p-"

"That’s enough," he’d said then, right next to your ear, and you should've stopped, but you didn't.

The second everyone laughed, loving it, you only leaned further into the moment, letting out this airy little laugh and nudging his thigh under the table like you were just being cute.

"You guys don’t even know," you giggled, tipsy and teasing and leaning too far into it now, your voice a little too loud. "He’s literally obsessed with me. Like, full-on whipped. If I even hint that I want something? He’s already got it in the cart. If I want it in bed? He’s already on his knees. Like, he’ll beg for it, beg, and he’s so good at it too, you guys, it’s actually kind of pathetic,"

He didn't even say anything as he excused the two of you from his friends, hauled you out of the booth, and dragged you out towards the car for a "talk", and now here you are.

Your boyfriend remains surprisingly focused, but you can tell he's furious. His huge hands are gripping your hips so rough that his thick fingers leave indents on your flesh. Soft, rhythmic groans leave him as he stares at your fucked out expression, watching the way you shudder on him and struggle to take him in.

"You think you're so cute and funny, hm?" he grunts, his voice hoarse and deeper than you’ve ever heard it. "You think I'm your bitch?"

He punctuates the question with a sharp thrust that makes your whole body jolt, your eyes fluttering shut as a broken cry escapes your lips.

"Said that shit in front of my goddamn friends?" His hands push your body forward so that he's arching you harder so he can get deeper inside you. You can feel his huge, fat cock rubbing against your sweet spot with each thrust now. "Sat there and lied to their fuckin' faces like I don't handle you whenever I want?"

You try to respond, but you can't whimpering and moaning stupidly to try and convey that you didn't mean it, but with how he's splitting you open, you can't.

"Should’ve pulled you outta that bar by your hair the second you opened that pretty little mouth," he snarls, hips snapping into you harder, dragging you back onto his cock and stretching you out with each thrust. "Sat there giggling, acting cute, telling stories about me begging for you."

His hand moves from your back to your throat, wrapping around it to guide your head back so you're forced to hear every word he spits against your ear.

"Does this feel like I'm the one begging, baby?' he mutters, dragging his cock out almost all the way before slamming it back in, grunting as your body tightens around him. "You’re dripping. Can barely fuckin’ hold yourself up."

"Ngh, I-I'm sorry!" you mewl, lips parted as moans leave your lips. His cock feels so good inside you, and each time he pushes himself in completely, his cock leaves a soft kiss on your womb.  His fingers squeeze, sinking into your skin as he pulls you down onto his cock, impaling you over and over. His breath comes hot and heavy against your neck, his tongue lolling out to lave over your sweat-sheened skin, tasting you. 

His free hand finds your nipples, rolling and pinching the stiff peaks roughly, sending jolts of electric pleasure shooting straight to your core. He tugs on them, pinches them, as if trying to pull you even closer.  Your tits swell in his palms, aching and tingling from his groping, the hard points of your nipples feeling warm as he rolls the pads of his fingers over them, groping your breasts shamelessly while sinking his teeth into the column of your throat.

"Still got something to say? Huh?" he snaps, squeezing your throat hard enough to make your vision sparkle as he keeps driving into you, relentless and heavy, like he’s trying to fuck the brat out of you. "Go ahead. Say it again. Tell me I’m your bitch." You try to catch your breath, head swimming, and whisper something like "I didn’t mean-" but he shuts you up with another hard thrust that makes your eyes roll back.

His hips rise and fall with powerful thrusts, his massive cock disappearing into your plump, soaked pussy again and again. The thick, pulsing shaft stretches your entrance obscenely, your slick walls struggling to accommodate its girth. Each thrust forces lewd, wet squelches from your core, the obscene sounds of your juices being stirred up and splashed around his dick. 

"Stupid mouth, always running," he breathes against your hair, his grip on your neck tightening just slightly. "Sayin' shit that makes me want to lose it. But I still show up for you. I still take care of you. I still let you act like a fuckin' brat because I love you."

You moan, turning your head to press your lips against his, hoping it shows him that you’re really sorry and love him just as much, and to your delight, he accepts it, pressing an open mouthed kiss to your mouth in response, his tongue rolling over yours. The head of his cock kisses your gummy sweet spot with every thrust, battering against the entrance to your womb, as if he intends to force his way inside and shove his cum right into your depths.

Suddenly, with a sudden, sharp tug on your hips, he pushes you forward off his lap. Before you can catch your balance, he's gripping your hips and pulling them back, shoving your upper body down onto the seats so you’re folded in half. The leather is cold and smooth against your palms as he positions you in front of him with him fucking into you from behind.

He wastes no time, gripping your hips hard enough to leave finger shaped bruises on your skin as he hilts inside you with one brutal, balls-deep thrust. The angle is different like this, allowing him to plunge even deeper, his spongy tip slamming into your cervix as he grips your hair and tugs your head back.

You're forced to arch your back, neck craning to look up in front of you as your boyfriend sets a vicious pace pounding into your slick pussy. Drool drips down your chin, a strand of saliva connecting your lower lip to your chin as garbled moans and desperate cries spill from your plush lips. "Fu-fuck, I’m s-sorry baby... f-feels so good, I... m-more,"

Your words come out slurred, broken by every hard thrust that rocks your whole body forward, his grip iron tight on your hips as he keeps you exactly where he wants you, bent over in the seat like a perfect little mess just for him. The second that needy little more slips out, he lets out this ragged groan through gritted teeth, one hand releasing your hip only to come down with a sharp smack on your ass, making you jolt and whine.

"Oh, now you’re sorry?" he growls, voice dark and low, laced with that edge of fury he’s barely holding onto. "Didn't sound sorry when you were running your fuckin' mouth back there."

Your ass jiggles and ripples with every impact of his pelvis against your rear, the lewd slaps echoing in the chamber. Your plump pussy lips hug his shaft like a fleshy vise, the puffy skin stretched taut around his girth, glistening with your arousal, and each time he draws his thick cock back, you grip onto him, almost sucking him back in.  Your soaked cunt makes the filthiest squelching noises as his cock plunges in and out, stirring up your juices and coating his balls with your slick essence. 

Your boyfriend moans unabashedly, head thrown back as each thrust brings him nearer to orgasm, his eyes fluttering shut. "Oh fuck, you take me so well… Shit, gonna make me cum inside you, aren't you? Can feel you tightening around me like you want it," With one last thrust, he slams your hips back against his groin, grinding your ass into his pelvis as he hits your cervix dead-on.

He throws his head back, a guttural, animalistic groan tearing from his throat as he finds his release. His cock jerks and throbs, pulsing as it paints your insides white with his hot, thick cum. Rope after rope of his seed floods your womb, filling you to the brim.

The feeling of his hot cum gushing into you triggers an overwhelming orgasm of your own. You scream, back arching almost painfully as pleasure crashes through you like a tidal wave. Your pussy clamps down on his spurting cock, the muscles rippling and milking him for every last drop of him.

He grinds against that sensitive spot deep inside you, rubbing and thrusting as he rides out the aftershocks of his climax. Every movement sends sparks of ecstasy shooting up your spine, drawing out your own mind-blowing orgasm. Your juices gush around his shaft, mixing with his cum as it squirts out around his cock with each press against that soft little sweet spot.

As the last spurts of cum paint your insides, your boyfriend leans over your back, his chest pressing into your shoulders as he pants heavily. His hands release your hips to trail slowly up your sides, almost tenderly, as if savoring the feeling of your sweat slicked flesh.

He huffs, low and warm against your skin, pressing a kiss to your shoulder now that he’s spent and still inside you. "Now we're gonna get you cleaned up and you're gonna tell my friends you're sorry for acting up. Let 'em see who you belong to."

[classyrbf]

pussy inspection with nanami can we have some degradation please and thank youuu 💞💞💞💞

PRINCESS PARTS! — NANAMI KENTO

SYNOPSIS...nanami always has to make sure that he always inspects his pretty princess

INFO...nanami x fem!reader, slight fingering, spanking, degradation, nanami being a tease, pussy inspection, nanami is kinda mean, not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

thank you so much for the request pookie I hope you enjoy it!

as soon as you stepped out of the car from running errands all day (the errands being shopping with your husbands credit card) you got a text a from him asking to come to his office. You weren’t sure what the occasion was, but when you finally made it into the house with the millions of bags, you gingerly made your way over to your husbands office.

For some reason you felt a bit nervous. Nanami always calls you if anything important, he rarely ever texts, but you never question him on anything. “Ken?” You softly call out, seeing his office door is cracked, slowly opening it to see him sitting in his chair, sipping on a glass of whiskey. “Hi.” You smile. “I just came back from the store! I got these pretty dresses I think—”

“Come here.” He sternly spoke, his glass clinking on the wooden table as he set it down. His gaze never left yours, like a predator trying to intimidate its prey. “Come here,” he repeated. The silence was deafening bedsides the wood creaking under your feet as you hesitantly stepped closer. And when you got close enough he pulled you over his lap in the blink of an eye, leaving you breathless. “What’s this?” He held up your panties in his hand. You stayed silent looking down in shame. You could feel his large hand rub over the fabric of your sundress, toying with the hem of it as he lifted it slowly. “Ah,” he let out a chuckle, one that had a hit of annoyance.

“I’m sorry.” Was all you could muster. You knew we’re in the wrong. Before leaving to go shopping, you decided to wear any panties, but stupidly enough you left the evidence in the room for him to find. He fully lifted the fabric, exposing your ass to the cool air of his office.

“You left the house without any panties on? What were you planning to do, huh?” He swatted your ass, making you jump. “We’re you playing with my pussy on the way home? Playing with in the dressing room? Cause you’re that much of a desperate little slut.” He slapped your ass again, a small whimper falling from your lips.

“No, no! I swear I didn’t touch myself! I just…” You didn’t really have an explanation as to why you did it, only making it harder for him to believe your words.

“No? You sure? You know I have to check, right?” He squeezed the plump flesh of your ass, spread your cheeks slightly to get a good look at your cunt. He licked his limps, swiping his thumb over your slit. “Gotta make sure my pretty princess didn’t cum without me, yeah?” He spread your legs farther before taking his fingers and spreading your lips, watching the way your pink hole fluttered around nothing. He could see how wet you were getting, gathering some of your slick and rubbing your clit with it.

“Ken,” you whimpered, squirming in his lap. He ignored you, slapping your ass again as a warning to stop moving.

“I just have to make sure, baby. I know how much of a slut you like to be, showing off your pretty pussy. You’re just a dumb little thing who doesn’t know any better.” He slips his thumb into your pussy, moving it around and rubbing against your g-spot before slipping it out. “Why are you so wet?” He slaps your ass again.

“I’m sorry! It just…feels so good,” you explain, biting down on your bottom lip. You look back, staring up at him was such a desperate look, only to be met with his cold gaze.

“Use your words more. Tell me.” He gently caresses your face. “Is it this?” He slips his thumb back in, watching the way your jaw drops and brows furrow. You nod at his question. “Words.” He spanks your ass harder.

“Yes! It’s that! It’s everything! I like when you inspect my princess parts, and make sure I’m not misbehaving,” you confess. Kento hummed in response, slowly massaging your walls with his thumb.

“So you’ve been doing this on purpose? Leaving your panties around the house for me to find so you can get your pussy touched and looked at. What am I going to do with you?” He shakes his head, clicking his tongue at you. He slips out his thumb, rubbing your neglected clit in slow, agonizing circles. “Get up.”

“Wha-why?” You asked, confused. “Ah!” He spanks you once more. You quickly scurry off of his lap, standing in front of him and pulling your dress down.

He hands you your panties from earlier. “Put them back on and sit in your mess. You think being bad gets you rewarded?” He scolds you, watching as you slip your panties over your legs, pulling them up. “And don’t you dare sneak off and try and make yourself cum like the desperate little whore you are.”

“But, please,” you mutter. “I’ve been waiting all day. I know—”

“Do I need to repeat myself?” He clenches his jaw. You shake your head. “Good. Now, go and grab the new clothes you bought and put on a show for me, yeah? I’ll be waiting.”

[whore4mattsturniolo]

IFHY - Dealer!Chris x Stoner!Reader

pt 2, pt 3

You were sitting on Chris' lap, pushing him further into the cold leather of your couch as you kissed passionately, his rough hands grabbing at your ass over your pajamas. Your legs were on each side of him, your chest flush against his as he rolled his hips against yours, earning a groan from both of you. You leave a trail of kisses down his jawline, making your way down to his neck. Your tongue traces the sweet spot towards the back, his head instinctively rolling to the side to give you better access. A light moan escapes his lips as you press gentle kisses against his skin.

You lean back for a second, holding Chris’ face in your hand, just to admire him. His hazy, half lidded, blue eyes. His pink lips, growing swollen from the roughness of the kisses the two of you had shared for what seemed like hours. You run your fingers through his tousled hair, tangled from being under the hat that was now discarded on your floor. He was wearing a black shirt that fit him perfectly, tight around his biceps and scrunched across his chest. He smiles at you, his hands moving from your ass to your hips, tracing circles over the exposed skin.

You smile back, and for a moment, it feels like it’s only the two of you left in the world. Your eyes wander over his face, admiring every inch of him, until they lock on a faded, barely visible mark towards the back of his neck. You lean forward, trying to get a better look, and you finally do.

"Chris," you furrow your brows, holding his cheeks in a tight grip, moving his head to get a closer look at the brownish-purple mark. The lovesickness fades to actual sickness, your stomach dropping at the sight as you grab his face tighter.

Your fingers leave red indents in his cheeks as you jerk his head round, "What the fuck—what?" He winces, ripping his face away from your grip. He rubs his jaw, looking at you like you were speaking a completely different language.

"Is that a hickey?" You ask, though you already know the answer to the question. Your hands move to grab his face again, still in disbelief. Jealousy begins to creep through your body, your heart pumping faster, your breath quickening.

Chris swats your hand away. “Fuck are you doin’?” He demands, still slouched against the couch. His eyes are still hazy and red, barely following the angry expression on your face. "Get off me."

“Is that a hickey on your neck?” Your voice grows stern, hiding the shakiness in your voice as your throat grows tighter.

“Fuck does it look like?” He shoots back, seemingly unbothered, watching you practically jump off his lap. He mutters under his breath, “Stupid,” he glares as you scramble your feet, shaking your head in disgust. You can’t even meet his eyes, starting to clean up any random mess you could find. You take the dishes off the coffee table and bring them to the kitchen, pacing around the house.

“Knew I should’ve never trusted you,” you weren’t looking at Chris when you said this, but he knew you were talking to him. And yet, he still can’t bring himself to fully care. He barely even shifts, watching you tread across the room and scoffing. You grab his hat from the floor, throwing it hard against his chest, earning a grunt from Chris as you walk off again.

“Why you trippin’ about it?” He raises his voice from the couch, brushing his hair back with his hand and putting his hat back on his head. “You knew what it was from the beginning."

“Don’t play dumb, Chris,” you stand in front of him with crossed arms, your breathing intentionally slower, controlling your anger. “You said you weren’t fucking anybody else and then you come to my house with a hickey on your neck?” you sigh, walking down the hall. This time, Chris chases after you, still wanting to continue the argument.

It wasn’t often you and Chris argued. In all honesty, there was nothing for the two of you to argue about. It wasn’t like the two of you did much talking when he came over anyway. When spent the stay the night, too high and exhausted to untangle himself from your body, he’d wake up with you resting peacefully on his chest, his arm wrapped around you protectively, whispering sweet nothings in his sleepy state. He'd doordash a cheap breakfast and watch movies on your couch with his arm over your shoulders, staying in that position for hours.

“I’m tired of this clingy shit, bruh. Actin’ like you’re my girlfriend or somethin’,” he leans against the doorframe of your bedroom, watching as you adjust picture frames, straighten the comforter on your bed, move your nightstand, anything to ignore him. “Buggin’ out over a fuckin' hickey,” he continues as you walk out of your room, pushing past Chris and bumping his shoulder.

“I don’t know why you like playing mind games with me, Chris!” The volume of your voice starts to grow. “I’m not dumb. I’m not slow. I don’t need shit from you.”

Chris rolls his eyes, following you back into the kitchen and stepping close to you. “Yeah? You don’t need shit from me?” He grabs the chain around your neck with two of his fingers, looking deep into your eyes. “Whose chain you got on right now? Whose weed do you smoke every day?” With quickness, you pull the chain off, throwing it onto the counter, the clattering sound echoing in the silent room. Chris clenches his jaw, not tearing his eyes away from you. "Stop bein' a lil' bitch and hop off my fuckin' dick."

"How dare you stand here in my kitchen and call me a bitch?" Your voice raises in volume on instinct, your eyes pricking with hot tears as your throat starts to grow tighter. Chris glares at you coldly, his own throat bobbing as he swallows. There's no feeling behind his eyes, no remorse, no guilt. He called you a bitch and he meant it. "I got your opps starin' at me everywhere I go. Bitches comin' up to me asking if we're fucking and I don't even know what to tell them! I have done nothing but be good to you, and you call me a bitch—"

Chris lets out an exasperated groan, rolling his eyes as you continue yelling at him, though its clear every word is going in one ear and out the other. "I told you what it was from the fuckin' beginning!" He shoots back at you, his voice growing louder. "You act like we're boyfriend and girlfriend and you get mad at me when I tell you we're not! I told you I wasn't down with that couple shit!"

"Then why do you chase off every guy I ever try to fuck with? Holdin' me in your lap at parties, callin' me your girl to everybody else, sayin' that nobody will ever treat me like you?" you continue to shout, but your voice breaks as hot tears slip down your warm cheeks. "You come over Friday night, stay until Sunday. You sleep in my bed, you have all your clothes in my closet, all your Pepsi's in my fridge. If you wanted to hit it and quit it, you would've," you wipe your eyes with the back of your hand, your breath growing staggered as Chris stares you down.

"Yeah and you still let me didn't you?" He leans against the countertop. "You coulda sent me home any time you wanted, coulda told me you didn't wanna fuck wit' me anymore," he walks past you, his footsteps hard, vibrating under your feet. You watch as he slumps back onto the couch of the living room. Your couch. In your living room. "Don't forget when you were beggin' me to fuck you the night after Valentine's Day. Coulda sent me home that night. But you didn't."

You tower over his relaxed figure, watching his chest rise and fall as he stares back at you, his arm slung over the top of the couch. He manspreads, adjusting the red fitted hat you threw at him. "I didn't send you away 'cause I thought you wanted to stay," more tears start to fall down your cheeks, more than you could wipe away, as you choke back a sob, though your voice still remains stern. You're not yelling, but you're still talking above normal levels. "I thought you liked me."

Chris scoffs, rubbing his hand over his face. "Thought I liked you? How fuckin' old are you?" A dry laugh leaves his lips. "I could call up a girl, fuck her, and send her home in 15 minutes. That mean I like her?" He looks up at you, his eyes cold and uncaring.

With shaky hands, you grab his car keys off of the coffee table, the cold metal digging into your palm and leaving indents in your skin with your tight grip. The silver Audi logo shines against the dull light as you throw the keys at Chris' chest, landing on his lap with a thud. He grunts against the sound of the jingle, sitting up straight. He rubs the point of impact, furrowing his brows at you. Your voice is calm, hiding the pain and anger bubbling inside. "Get out," you say, your eyes never leaving his face.

For a moment, Chris' expression falters, his overconfident, nonchalant mask slipping. He sucks his teeth, standing to his feet. "C'mon angel," he draws out the nickname that never failed to make your heart flutter. Until now, when all it did was piss you off more. He traces soft circles your crossed arms, his voice low. "Quit trippin' on me. You know I'mma show you a good time no matter what," he has the slightest smirk on his face, holding your chin in between his fingers. He looks into your eyes, squinting, searching for any sign of your resolve cracking. But there's nothing.

You step back from him, his arms dropping to his sides. "Get away from me. Get out of my house," you stare back at him, your throat raw from yelling.

Chris sighs and rubs his hands over his face, groaning. "I can't fuckin' stand you, y'know?" He shakes his head, walking towards the door. He slips on his Jordans, muttering to himself as he gathers his belongings. He throws on his jacket and grabs his keys off the couch. Walking towards the door, he gives you one final look of disappointment. "Hope your dealer sells better shit than me." He slams the door behind him, the decor on the wall shaking at the impact.

"I fucking hate you!" you shout at the door, your voice cracking as you sink onto the couch, resting your elbows on your knees and burying your face in you hands. He most likely heard your choked out yell as he left, but you knew he didn't care. He didn't care and now, neither did you.

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[cvnt4him]

hii it's meee :3 another izu req

reader plays a prank on her friend izuku, it ultimately goes wrong and they somehow end up trapped inside a closed space. Together. Alone. Tight room. Tension. Heat. Mwah

ah, another ask from the great mind of @lovelykil

I would be more than happy to fulfill this for you<33🎗️

Stuck Inside..

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God you loved your friend group, how chaotic, dumb, and funny they were, they always made you and mina feel like queens those boys did.

Bakugou, kirishima, denki and sero, they knew how to have fun they sure did, playing pranks on people, having movie nights that only inner circle people are invited to, it was ultimate fun.

But they had an initiation, to officially be invited to the 'bakusquad' not the name you would've gone with but whatever, you had to successfully prank someone in the dekusquad for 5 days and not get caught, see when sero told you this at the lunch table, bakugou and denki smirking while kirishima and mina looked at each other with such worried looks, you were already down, who didn't love a good prank on their peers?

Mina sighed and looked at you with a scared look like she had something to tell you, she tried too, opening her mouth before shutting it at the sight of bakugou staring daggers into her. You wanted to know why they were being so secretive but you didn't want them to not trust you, so you simply kept your mouth shut and listened to sero go on about the tradition.

"so all I have to do is prank someone? Easy."

You say rolling your eyes and clapping your hands together.

"don't forget, you can't get caught, so do whatever it takes, even frame someone else, to get away." Sero emphasizes heavily to you.

"too easy. Now, who shall be my victim.~" you scoff, then rub your hands together scoping out your prey.

"deku."

You hear a slightly rasped, deep voice chime in.

"oh? How come?" You question the still smirking blonde as he glared at you with deep volcanic red eyes.

"do the prank.. or don't. You're the one who wants to be with us, and those are the rules, either do the prank or dip. Either or."

Bakugou barks at you with a shit eating grin, leaning back against the window as he puts his hands behind his head laying on them.

You look around the cafeteria to search for the green haired boy, spotting him smiling and laughing with his friend group. His emerald green eyes shining so bright in the sun, his pearly white smile blinding you, he really was such a bright star, you were just afraid this prank might burn him out, although you really wanted to be apart of their clique, were you really gonna prank an innocent angel who's never done anything wrong to you, just so you can have a designated seat at the 'cool kids' table?

You inhale through your nose and exhale heavily out through your mouth.

"fuck it, I'm in. Any specific prank in mind?"

Yes, yes you were.

Your answer caused bakugou to smile widely at you, the rest of the boys doing so as well as they all snicker and snort quietly, again besides mina and kirishima who just sighed and accepted what was to come there truly was nothing they could do.

"shit man.. that might just make him cry, are you sure?"

You question after hearing the prank they wanted you to do.

"hey, your call, if you don't wanna do this, don't. We aren't forcing you of course these are all your choices, just make sure this is what you really want to do and be prepared to go down if you get caught."

The way denki worded his sentence made you feel something deep inside, guilt? No.. regret? Can't be, you hadn't done anything yet. So what was it?

You sigh, really thinking this through, hell you really felt something inside but you couldn't quite put a finger on it..

"yeah.. oh.. okay, I'll do it."

You agree before shrugging off everything and bringing your gaze back into everyone at the table, smiles still plastered on their faces as you see katsuki and denki fist bump.

That should've been red flag number one.

A couple days later you set your prank into motion, on Monday you started out tame, stealing little things he would need, whether it be his pencil, notebook, doesn't matter, if you could get your hands on it you did.

When izuku realized his notebook was missing, he freaked out looking around with a nervous face, not wanting to interrupt anyone or bother them with his silly needs, you kinda felt bad, but you couldn't let emotions get In the way of becoming an official member of the squad.

You sucked it up and waited for the next day.

As Tuesday hit your pranks slowly progressed into getting worse, you had started leaving mean notes in his locker, his desk, even his bad, they'd say just random hurtful shit, whether that be about his freckles or his scars, things you thought he'd brush off. But boy were you wrong, seeing his spirit shatter as he read each and every note really left a bad taste in your mouth, hell you thought you saw years prickling at the edge of his eyes.

You again, brushed it off and waited for the next day.

Wednesday, you decided to kinda bully him, well not really, just nudge him into the locker when you walked by, or kicking the pit of his knees making them buckle, small things like that.

He felt so humiliated when he nearly tripped because of you, everyone staring at him as you glance at him with doe like eyes and bat your lashes at him.

"are you okay?"

He looked at you with glossy eyes and sniffed before nodding violently and rushing out of the class, you sighed and grabbed you bag leaving too as it was the end of the day, god you hated this but you were almost through, just 3 more days and your free.

As thursday rolled in you sucked up everything in you and, mentally prepared yourself for the next prank, you decided to go off script and do little tame things, take a bite from aoyamas book and leave more little notes in his room, it scared him by the looks of him, you hadn't felt too bad for this one as you and already progressed from the little notes in day 2 of your pranks, just one more day, one more prank and then your free, however this prank was the worst and all if the bakusquad was gonna be present.

You had to make sure you didn't let your emotions get in the way so you mentally prepared yourself the night before.

Finally Friday rolled around, most Fridays are spent training so with that being said you need to change into your hero suit in the locker rooms, deku is always the last one to shower after training and putting away his hero suit, out of respect for his friends, at least that's what the boys told you,

You sigh readying yourself to go in there and take his clothes as they would lock the door making sure he couldn't get out unless he broke the door, then eventually coming back for him in the morning if he hadn't.

God you were terrified, the prep the night before hadn't helped at all, you were literally shaking in your boots. You sighed as you see all of the boys leave the shower room as mina and you waited outside for them to give you a signal.

When bakugou gave you a nod, with a wide smirk on his face you sighed and ran in, the door opening and shutting loudly catching izukus attention whilst he showered, he brushed it off as one of the guys coming in and stated in the shower, you walked to the bench next to the showers making sure he couldn't see you, you grabbed his clothes and ran as fast as you could, once you made it out you held his clothes breathing heavily with a smile on your face as you struggle to catch your breath, your heart beating so fast from the adrenaline.

"I.. I got it!"

You saved it around showing the boys and mina, a smile never making it onto her face, her knowing what's coming next she shuts her eyes and mouths and apology, you look at her as sero, kirishima, and bakugou give you your praise, you were so confused and focused on what she meant by it you hadn't even seen denki slip behind you and quietly open the door, mina quickly pushed you inside and bakugou locked the door with the key, everyone laughing loudly as you fall into the floor with a grunt, kirishima had snatched dekus clothes from you before mina pushed you in, you bang on the door and hokd back tears.

"hey! Let.. let me out! Mina, how fucking could you!.."

All you could hear was laughs as they suddenly faded away, their shadows disappearing as well, as another comes from behind you, you'd seen the shadow on the door as you quickly turn around with a gaso as izuku held a towel around his waist trying to assure you were alright.

You look down before looking back up and looking away.

It was awkward, silent, and he looked so fucking hot, and he probably guessed you were the one that had taken his clothes.

"...hey, you uhm.. wouldn't happen to know where my clothes... are?..."

He spoke quietly, and with a somewhat leveled voice not wanting to scare you off not that you could go anywhere.

You sigh before groaning in anger and frustration as you slap your hands to your face and slide down the door.

" I'm sorry... for taking your clothes and giving it to them, for bullying you and leaving mean notes and taking your things and--"

"that... Those.. things were you?..."

He asked in a confused tone, his brows furrowed, as he looked at the ground before slowly looking up to look at you, his eyes shaking, searching your face for an answer that you didn't want to provide.

You hadn't wanted to speak so you simply nodded, sighing as you bang your head back on the door, causing izuku to jump and rush down to you.

"hey, don't do that you could hurt yourself..."

For fucks sakes, you just admitted to doing these horrible things to him and passing them off as a 'prank' and he's still checking on toyou?

The way he looked down at you, his hand on the back of your head making sure you weren't hurt, his fingers rubbed the area soothingly, making your head lean back into his hand.

The two of you were just looking at each other, eyes staring into the others as your faces moved closer, before you knew his it, his breath fanned you face, the smell of mint coming off of it, he liked to chew gum to keep his jawline nice, god he looked so good like this, water droplets from the shower running down his body and wet hair.

The hand that was on your head moved to your cheek, rubbing his thumb over it as he brought you close, your noses brushed against each other's slightly, it was so quiet you could practically hear his heart pounding out of his chest, his breaths slowly turning more heavy as he looked down to your lips, licking his that were parted and nibbling lightly on his lower one.

"can I kiss you...please?"

His voice coming off more desperate and whimper-y than he meant.

You were tired of talking, tired of thinking, all you wanted to do was push your feelings from the betrayal you just went through down, and what better way to do that than fuck the person you'd been torturing for 5 days?

You pulled him into a deep kiss, groaning inside of it, your teeth clashed together and you pulled him by his shoulders, making him out his knees on either side of your thighs, his towel threatening to come off, you let him trail the kiss off into your neck as he gently kissed, licked, and nipped at it, little noises coming from him as he did so.

You sighed breathily, your eyes accidentally trailed down his lower abdomen, staring at his well toned abs and the v line going down, god that was so sexy to you, as your eyes kept trailing down you seen how his towel was even managing to somewhat stay up, his cock was fully erect and bobbing against the towel, that was the reason he was making whimper like noises.

He started bucking into the towel making your eyes widen slightly at the sight, a little damp patch forming in the thick towel, had he cum or something? You thought to yourself as he full blown moaned into your ear, was he really gaining that much pleasure from grinding his hard on against a rough towel?

You looked up to him as he looked down at you with a red face, his heart was racing as he looked down at his aching cock then back to you, you connected the dots and guessed he was asking you to touch him.

Without thinking about it, your hands trailed up his abs, then down again as you trickle your fingers over his wrapped cock, you felt his cock twitch underneath your light touches as a breathy sigh leaves his opened mouth, his eyes slightly rolling back, there was no way he was getting this much pleasure from this.

You scoffed and gripped his cock tightly, making his body jolt and a stuttery 'oh' leave his mouth as he looked down at you, grabbed you by your cheeks and pulled you into a heated kiss, he bucked his hips into your hand and he moaned and whined into the kiss, it being hard to stay in it due to him humping into your hand frantically like a bunny during mating season or some shit.

Your teeth clashed against each others once more as he shoved his tongue in your mouth, flicking his against yours, swapping spit and groaning into your mouth as you swallowed all his messy little noises that dropped from his mouth like spit.

He grabbed your other hand and pulled it up to his throat and wrapped it around his neck, you just kept your hand right there not applying any force letting him control it as he kept jerking his hips into your tightly gripped hand, he closed his hand around yours that was also around his neck.

Aww, was this his little attempt at getting you to choke him? I suppose his wish is your command.

You choke him harshly making his eyes roll back as he bit his lip harshly, moans being muffled by it, he bucked his hips a few more times before blowing his load into the towel, his cum seeping through the fabric and dripping onto your wrist and your pants, there was just so much you thought he was never gonna stop.

His hips kept lightly twitching up into the towel causing him to bend forward and moan into your ear due to the over stimulation, god his pitchy moans were so hot.

His hot breath still fanned your ear before he finally said something his voice a little groggy.

"please let me... let me eat you.. I want to taste you, please...?"

His sentence ended with a whimper in your ear as he moved his forehead to lean against yours.

"okay."

Was all you could get out before he pulled down your shorts in a flash, your panties coming off with them, he instantly hurriedly his face in-between your partially opened thighs, his tongue licking and prodding against your lower lips, not pushing his tongue fully inside, he licked a tongue stripe up and down your slit, a moan leaving your lips, you didn't fight anything and just let him work his magic, and bit was he magical with his tongue.

He finally stopped teasing and pushing his pink muscle inside, quickly lapping at your hole and lightly licking you clit in fast motions, he continued this for a while, and by a while I mean about 15 minutes, you were so close to cumming a couple of times but every time he sensed you were about to come he pulled away and pet your slit gently with his thumb, occasionally circling your clit slowly, agonizingly slow.

"wh..- why do you keep testing me like this.."

You groaned and looked down at him with glossed eyes, you didn't expect him to look at you with such a piercing gaze, his lidded emerald eyes staring painful daggers at you as he shoved two of his thick fingers inside of you without warning.

Your back arched and the pain mixed pleasures hips grinding down into his fingers as he finger fucked you, his fingers plunged in and out of you at a insanely fast pace, tears started prickling at the corner of your eyes, you were so close once again before he scoffed and pulled away with a smirk.

"do you really think you deserve to cum after how you've treated me all week? No, you're going to suffer like you made me."

His fingers arched up into you and plunged in and out of you at an erratic pace for about 5 more minutes, he just kept going and stopping not letting you cum.

"you wanna cum, love? Beg. Beg for me to let me cum, slut."

You were sobbing, tears streaming down your puffy red cheeks, hiccups and spit leaving your mouth as a string of incoherent begs left your mouth, you were pleasing helplessly for the orgasms you needed.

He sighed with a smile, squinted emerald eyes peering down at you in an evil, yet satisfied way. He loved how dumb you were from being finger fucked like this, god he could only imagine how brain dead you'd be if he fucked you in his cock.

He didn't say a word as he simply picked up up with ease, man handling you like a ragdoll, and switched your positions, you were now straddling his lap, due to you not expecting him to pick you up so quickly you leaned against his body, your tears falling onto his shoulder as he rubbed your back soothingly, hushing you while kissing the top of your head.

"it's okay, baby, you did so well for me. I'll give you what you need now, okay?"

You gulp hardly, you can hardly even get words out as you're still hiccuping from crying, before you can fully process what he says he undoes his towel that was previously wrapped around his waist and slammed his cock inside of you, you winced at the stretch and the brutal pace he'd already set.

You groan loudly as your eyes roll back, your head falling onto his shoulder as you can barely get out little 'fuck's and 'please's.

He hadn't let up, his hips hammering up into you, you were grinding down into him causing a breathy moan to leave him, a smile made it's way back onto his face as he kissed your head once more.

"you're doing.. so well, my love, it's okay I'll make you cum."

The way he whispered lovingly in your ear made this experience for you so much better for you, you had tightened around him, feeling that familiar feeling, you were going to cum, finally you were going to get to feel that release that you needed, tears continuously fell from your face as you moaned loudly, picking your head up from the crook of his neck to gripping his broad shoulders for stability as you begin grinding into him, feeling so close you hadn't wanted him to rip it away from you again.

He was shocked by the control you ended up taking, he didn't stop thrusting into you, although due to you grinding the rhythm he had set had been thrown off track, your hips hit against each other in an uneven fashion, but you couldn't possibly begin to care when you were finally going to cum.

Izuku grabbed at you hips, holding them tightly to stop you from moving, you tried to continue moving despite his painful grip on your waist, he was far too strong for you to even remotely gain he upper hand, you let him win as he sped up the jerking and jolting of his hips, the clapping sound of your ass meeting his pelvis echoing throughout the locker room.

There was one thrust that hit so vigorously against that sweet spot inside you, everything in you fell apart, you inhaled sharply, eyes rolling back as you grip and scratch as his shoulders harshly leaving a mark and probabkt even drawing blood, he grkaned byt never ceased his hips from stopping, your velvety walls convulsed around his so sweetly it caused his hips to buck into you at a frantic and frenzied pace, his hios stuttering into you as his breath hitched, he squeezed his eyed shut tightly, trying to hold out just a little longer to feel your warn and soft walls tighten around him, alas he simply couldn't, he thrusted one last time before spilling his seed deep inside of you, the warmth of his thick sticky cum warming you entirely, a shiver going up your spine as he lets his head lean into your neck, sighing deeply in the crook.

Your head ended up on top of his, coming your fingers through his damp curls, he sighed in content enjoying the satisfying feeling of your fingers raking and scratching his scalp, you wanted to say so much but also just sit in the moment, it was silent, but it was a comfortable one that you hadn't wanted to ruin with words.

"why did you forgive me so easily."

You say in a groggy and slightly raised voice, you moaned so loudly and cried so hard you had slightly started to lose your voice, izuku simply hummed, enjoying the vibration of your chest as you spoke and the nice feeling of still being inside of your warm messy insides.

"well, I suppose I haven't exactly forgiven you yet, but I'm not going to stop being your friend because of what happened."

"seriously? This shit is fucked up, we're locked in here, with no way to get out, and you don't have any clothes you could get sick. Or worse. Die."

He simply chuckled, making you angry, you were worried and all he could do was laugh at you.

"what?"

"y/n I can't get common sicknesses anymore, I don't know what OFA has done to my immune system but I can't catch things like the flu, or a cold, or anything like that, so I assure you, I won't get sick and I won't die, but thank you for worrying about me."

He chided, informing you factually like you could have possibly known that. you sigh and nuzzle your cold nose back into his damp hair, you sniffed causing him to slightly tense and move back to look at your face.

"are you alright, y/n?"

The way he looked at you with those vibrant emerald eyes, so wide and loving, his cheeks still slightly tinted a light shade of red as his freckles are littered all over his baby like face, you smile and put your forehead to his, closing your eyes making him do the same and sigh.

"I'm okay, but we seriously need to figure out how to get the hell out of here." You say softly, clearing your throat from the scratchiness you could feel, were you getting sick?

"there's a back door that I'm sure they didn't lock. We can skip out though there, do you have your phone on you?"

"oh! Yeah, wh-... fuck me. This whole time I could have called someone to get us out of here." You groan, absolutely disappointed in yourself for not using your shitty brain.

He simply giggles before grabbing your now unlocked phone.

"you must've really wanted to have sex with me, eh?" He tested lightly poking fun at you making you slap his shoulder, another like if laughs leaving him as he calls iida, neither of you expected him to be awake yet he was, his breath was slightly ragged, what had he been doing, maybe out on a run? Doesn't add up too much, it's 10 pm and they have a curfew for 12 am.

Iida had helped you two out, meeting you two at the other exit and giving you clothes to give to izuku, he continuously asked questions on why the two of you weren't in bed and why izuku didn't have any clothes and why you two were even together.

The whole walk back to the dorms was full of iida whisper yelling at the two of you for being irresponsible, you couldn't stop looking at izukus face though, or just him in general, he suddenly became oddly appealing to you, but you still couldn't shake the guilty feeling of the things you and done to him, he glanced at you giving you a warm smile, kissing your head goodnight before turning into his room, taking iida by surprise.

You chuckled and went to your dorm, jumping in your bed and calming it a night, you sighed at the comfortable feeling of your bed, giggling to yourself remembering how izuku came inside of you. Your eyes slowly shut and you drifted off to sleep.

...........................................

AN; this shit is hot ass, but at least the smut is great, I might remake this w/o the pranking part, it was hard to think of a good prank to do for this fic, im kind of dumb so.. yeah. I hope you all enjoyed reading this<33

[girliism]

math professor!art donaldson x reader

art donaldson who has been teaching for years and prided himself on staying professional even with all the many pretty girls that took his class. never once did he cross line between teacher and student.

but then one year you took his class, you who was sweet and a little naive. he was drawn to you like people are drawn to stray kittens they see on the street, a desperate urge to help them. so when you came to him with such a defeated look on your face asking for his help he couldn’t say no.

another F. was written in the corner of you math exam from last week. you wanted to cry, all the studying you did essentially being useless. you waited until the end of class until everyone had walked out so it was just you and art in the room.

“um, mr.dondalson. can i talk with you?” art looked up at you through his glasses, you stood in front of his desk your hands fiddling with the failed exam paper. “of course.” he removed his glasses placing them on his desk. art knew what if was you wanted to talk about and he’s a little surprised it took you this long to ask for help. “i don’t think i’m understanding much of the coursework and i need your help.” you pouted, your voice was small and you were a little embarrassed. art got up from his chair walking to stand in front of you. “what else am i here for than to help.” he smiled at you.

an hour. one hour has passed and you had only made it to the third question. “i-i don’t know.” you dropped the pencil in your hand and placed your head on the table. art was asking you what the answer to the question was but your mind was spent. art sighed, it was only the beginning of the semester he hadn’t even brought out the hard stuff yet.

“we just went over this.” he said. you lifted your head up off the table. “i forgot it.” you whined. art looked down at you, you had that signature pout on your face and your wet eyes were making his pants tighter.

art walked back to sit behind his desk. you sat there your nose a little red he could see how drained you were from just doing those two questions. art motioned from you to come sit in his lap. it didn’t even cross your mind how unprofessional it was you just got up from your seat settling down on art’s lap, your back resting against his chest with your thighs on display from how your skirt rode up.

“i’m sorry, if i wasted your time mr.donaldson.” you huffed. “it’s just all so confusing.” art hummed, dragging his fingers up and down your inner thigh watching as they started to open. “too much for your brain to comprehend, wasn’t it?” he asked, the pads of his finger pressing down on your clothed clit. you nodded, soft breaths falling from your lips your legs now fully open resting on either side of art’s thighs. “why don’t we take a break and relax, ok.” his words echoed in your mind. “o-ok.” you melted back into him.

art pulled your soaked panties to the side. “so wet down here.” art slide his fingers from your opening to your tiny bundle of nerves rubbing slow circles. you let out a loud moan when art slipped two of his fingers in with ease. “o-oh my god.” your head dropped back on his shoulder, eyes squeezing close from the stretch. art groaned from the feeling of your warm gummy walls tightening around his fingers. “so fucking tight.” he mumbled, leaving kisses behind your ear and down your neck.

“feels so good mr.donaldson.” you slur. your hand gripping his wrist that was moving in and out of you. squelching noises and your loud whimpering moans filled the room. “oh fuck!” art curled his fingers upward pressing them against that soft spot causing you to let out a particularly loud noise. art’s eyes darted to the classroom door to see if anyone was walking by.

“gone so dumb on just my fingers can’t even keep quiet. what if someone walked in and saw us?” he scolded you but didn’t slow down his movements only speeding them up. you stuttered out a pathetic apology in between your whines. “all spread out for me like a slut.” he hissed in your ear. his words were only making you wetter, your arousal dripping past his fingers making a mess on his pants.

the closer you were to more you legs threatened to close, art had to hook his other arm up under your knee pulling your leg up to his chest. “s-so close, mr.donaldson. gonna cum.” you whimpered. your nails dug into art’s wrists. art let go of your leg, sneaking his hand up to your throat pulling your head back so he could slot his mouth against yours.

“let it go, baby.” art muttered right into your mouth.

art’s thumb flicked back and forth on your clit and his fingers punched in and out of you. your eyes crossed and you let out a choked moan as you came all over his fingers.

after many more sessions with art your grades had finally started to improve.

[starfruitii]

cws & notes. reader is kind of insecure. akaashi keiji x gn!reader. established relationship. slight angst. 600+ words. idk where this came from but enjoy?

“Do you think you’ll get sick of me, one day?”

You regret the words as soon as they leave your lips. In your head, it sounded like a perfectly sound question, but with the way Keiji is looking at you, it’s clear he doesn’t agree. 

“I beg your pardon, dear?” His voice is painfully soft, brows furrowing in concern as he places his book down on the coffee table. Under his gentle gaze, you feel stripped bare, exposed in all your insecurity. You should have swallowed the question down, as sharp as it felt in your throat, anything to avoid the way he’s staring at you now.

“Nevermind,” You say quickly, snatching the TV remote from the table, and busying yourself with choosing a show. The screen flicks between channels, flashing brightly coloured lights across your faces. “That was a dumb question. I’m sorry, just forget it.”

“My love,” Keiji reached out a hand, lightly brushing the side of your face. With a gentle, but firm grip, he grasped your chin and tilted your head to the side to face him. “[Name]. Why are you asking me that?” 

“No reason. Don’t worry about it.” You try to laugh it off, but you can only choke out a quiet sob. Somehow, somewhere between asking the question and now, your eyes started burning, glazing over with unshed tears.

Damn. He’s looking even more concerned now. Why couldn’t you have just kept it to yourself, tucking those doubts far into the dusty corners of your head, where his ears would never reach them?

“Hey,” Keiji brushed his thumb under your eyes, wiping away a stray tear that falls. “You’re getting me worried now. Are you okay? What happened?”

There was a long pause, and something inside you cracks. You let out a sniffle, then a gasp, then the last piece of your self-control breaks, in a mess of tears and snot. Keiji’s face crumples, and he tugs you forward into his chest, rubbing your back soothingly as you continue to cry. 

“Did I do something?” He presses. “Am I not treating you the way you want to be treated? I’m sorry if I’ve hurt you, but please tell me what I did–”

“No!” You quickly say, regaining your composure slightly. He’s never done anything, never hurt you, intentionally, or unintentionally, never said the wrong words, never made you feel unloved. That was the problem. Because nothing gold shines forever, and every good thing comes to an end. You were just waiting for the end, the moment he decides he is done with your self-consciousness, your bad habits, your looks. 

There is always a reason for someone to leave; you’ve learnt that the hard way. 

“I-I don’t know,” You mumble, tracing your nail against the couch. “I just–I guess, most people do. Get sick of me, that is. And I d-don’t wanna lose you too.”

Keiji was silent for a moment, and for a moment you worry that you've ruined things. The thought lingers in your mind for only a second, because a second later there are half-a-dozen kisses being pressed to the top of your head.

“I love you,” Keiji whispers between each peck. “I love you, so, so much. I love you, and I love you, and I will say it as many times as it takes you to believe it.”

The feeling of his breath tickles your skin, making you laugh weakly.

“I'm never going to get sick of you,” He continues. “I adore you, and every part of you. No matter what happens, I'm never leaving. Okay?”

“Okay,” you whisper back.

Keiji kisses your cheek. “Good. Now, why don't you put on a movie for us to watch?”

[rottenherbs]

Drunken Truths are Still Truths

Pairings: F.W x Reader Tags: fluff / Confessions / Drunk! Fred / Summary: "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams were usually kissing." W/C: 1.3k A/N: Making Fred say his middle name is Rupert is DUMB lmao my bad [masterlist] Much love, Saige

The Gryffindor common room is alive with the buzz of end-of-year excitement, a mix of cheering, laughter, and the clink of glasses. The fire is crackling, casting a warm glow over the room as everyone celebrates the end of another year at Hogwarts. You glance around, taking in the scene: friends talking in corners, people dancing with reckless abandon, and the occasional burst of magical fireworks in the air.

You're leaning back against the couch, nursing a glass of Firewhiskey, enjoying the warmth spreading through your chest as you take a sip. Fred Weasley, always a presence, is sitting beside you. His wide grin is already a little lopsided, his eyes gleaming with that mischievous glint you know so well.

"Another?" Fred's voice is slightly slurred, but he’s still his usual playful self.

You roll your eyes but can’t help but smile. "I think you've had enough, Fred."

He shakes his head dramatically, a hand swiping through his messy hair. "No such thing," he insists, reaching for the bottle on the table. "Besides, it's the end of the year! We’ve got a whole summer to recover."

You can’t argue with that logic, so you let him pour a little more into your glass. “You’re going to get yourself into trouble,” you warn, even though you know he probably already has.

Fred chuckles, a sound that vibrates through his chest. "Oh, trouble is my middle name, y/n. Or... actually, it's Rupert, but that's beside the point."

“No in Godric's name it is not.” You burst out laughing, Freds eyes widening in surprise. You haven't laughed like that in so long - the guttural deep laugh was absolute music to his ears. 

You catch your breath, shaking your head. He's had that look in his eyes for a while now, the kind that says he's in the mood for some harmless chaos. And you’ve always been one to indulge him, to a point.

The minutes pass in a blur of laughter and empty glasses, the Firewhiskey making everything feel a little more vibrant. Before long, Fred is even more animated than usual, leaning in to make exaggerated gestures as he recounts some ridiculous prank he pulled on Filch earlier in the week. You find yourself hanging on his every word, the warmth of the alcohol making you bold in a way you’ve never quite been before.

“So,” Fred starts, his voice suddenly quieter, and his tone a little more... serious? You glance over at him, raising an eyebrow. “You ever think about... us? I mean, not us us, but, like... what if... what if we were more than just... friends?” his words lingering in the air, the sentence felt palpable.. The intentions almost thick enough you could touch it. 

You blink, the words hanging in the air between you. Fred has always been a flirt, but there’s something different in his eyes now. Something... deeper. Something that makes your heart do a strange little flip.

“Fred, what are you talking about?” you ask, the words coming out a little more nervous than you intended.

He leans back into the couch, stretching his legs out in front of him. His face is flushed, a mix of alcohol and maybe something else, something that makes his smile softer than usual. 

“I'm just kidding.” He laughs, rubbing his finger against the condensation on his cup. “But you never think about it?” The question felt rhetorical.. One that you didn't feel needed to be humored. 

The question struck you silently, as if he was able to read your thoughts, your repressed feelings you have been fighting all year. Though the silence didn't seem to bother Fred, if anything his mind began spinning off into some fantasy he could not control. 

“I've had a bit to drink -” He smiles, his eyes focused on his hands. 

“Perhaps you have.” You laugh, attempting to cover the deep blush that had formed on your cheeks. You knew he had more to drink than you, not aware of what he was saying at all. He probably wouldn't remember what he had just revealed the following morning. 

You took a deep swig of your firewhiskey, finishing off the cup entirely, the hot seething liquid flowing down your throat. The burn of the drink momentarily distracted you from your mind.

“Is this a dream?” Fred asks, leaning forward in his seat, his eyes tracing the environment around you, attempting to focus on how beautiful you looked under the dark red light. 

“No Fred. This isn't a dream.” You smiled, watching him lean back in his chair, a surprising sense of sobriety overcoming him. 

“No. It can't be.” He smirks, catching your gaze momentarily. "This is not a dream, I think. In my dreams we’re usually kissing." 

You freeze, your hand mid-air, the empty glass of Firewhiskey almost slipping from your fingers. Fred, ever the jokester, doesn’t seem to notice the effect his words have had on you. He’s looking at the fire now, his voice a little quieter. “I know. It’s ridiculous, right? I just... sometimes I think about it.”

You blink again, but this time, there’s a flicker of something warm building inside you, something you can’t ignore. “Fred…” you start, your voice barely a whisper.

Fred turns to look at you then, his gaze sharp, even though his expression is soft. The playful edge in his features has dulled, replaced by a vulnerability that feels almost unfamiliar. “Y/n, you’ve gotta know by now... I’m awfully fond of you. In case I never said it out loud."

Your heart skips, your mind spinning. It’s not that you didn’t know, but to hear him say it, so plainly... it takes you by surprise. You feel your pulse quicken, the Firewhiskey now a buzz in your veins, but it’s nothing compared to the heat rising in your cheeks.

“I—” you begin, but the words don’t seem to come. Fred is watching you with an intensity you’ve never seen before, his hand reaching out slowly to rest beside yours on the couch. You can’t help but feel the magnetism of his proximity, the unspoken tension in the air.

Fred’s smile returns, a bit shy now, but still teasing. “Well, you don’t have to answer right away, but... I thought I’d at least put it out there. So now it’s out in the open, yeah?” His words slur, an abrasive reminder of the amount of liquor in his body but his body stays firm. 

You’re not sure what’s come over you, but before you can stop yourself, you lean in, just enough to close the space between you and him. His eyes widen, his breath catching in his throat, and for a heartbeat, everything is still. The music, the laughter, the crackling of the fire — it all fades as you look at him, and then, without another thought, you close your eyes and kiss him.

The kiss is gentle at first, hesitant even, as if you both need this moment to settle. But then, slowly, as the fire in your chest builds, so does the kiss. His lips are soft, his hand finding its way to your waist, pulling you closer. You can feel the warmth of his body, the heat of the Firewhiskey still lingering between you, but it’s not enough to explain the way your heart is racing now.

When you finally pull away, breathless, Fred’s smile is goofy, almost dazed. “Well... I wasn’t expecting that,” he murmurs, his voice low and amused.

You laugh, your fingers grazing his cheek. “Neither was I.”

He grins at you, that signature Fred grin that never fails to make your stomach do somersaults. “Maybe this is a dream after all. If it is... can we stay here forever?”

You shake your head, laughing. “Definitely not a dream.”

Fred’s grin softens into something tender. “Good. Because this is exactly how I wanted it to be.”

You lean back into him, the warmth of the Firewhiskey and the heat of the moment filling you, and for the first time, you feel completely sure. This wasn’t just the alcohol talking, and this wasn’t just a dream.

This was Fred. And this was real.

And you couldn’t be happier about it.

[specshroom]

★ - Some assistance

You and your boyfriend are lounging on the couch in the living room, winding down after a long day. He's drinking his evening tea and reading while you unsuccessfully distract yourself by flicking through channels on the TV. You decide to just come out and ask what you've been meaning to ask for awhile now.

"Kento? Do you think you could make me squirt?"

This poor man chokes on his tea and almost messes it on his home shirt. He just looks at you with a face that says "Why would you ask me something like that so suddenly?" You just look at him deadpan waiting for his response. He clears his throat and composes himself, realising it was a somewhat serious question and his girlfriend (soon to be fiancé, hopefully) wasn't just playing some dumb joke. 

"Well... I'm sure I could try, Y/n. But why bring that up so out of the blue, if you mind me asking."

He responds, as polite as always. He makes you feel so safe in his presence it's almost supernatural.

"Uh... I've just been thinking about it for awhile, I guess." He places his mug on the coffee table, the one that says "Live, Laugh, Love" in exaggerated curly font, courtesy of Gojo. He doesn't know why you insist on making his tea in that mug but he drinks it every time anyway. He brings your legs into his lap and lightly massages them silently asking you to continue. 

"I'm just curious to see if I can is all. Whenever I've tried to do it myself, I always just get too sensitive and stop, but... If I had someone else do it, I think I might actually be able to."

You explain this to him almost like a scientist explains their hypothesis, like you've thought about it for awhile. He rubs under your shins and thinks for a bit. he would very much like to be the one to make you squirt and he's confident in his abilities but he also doesn't want you to be upset if you end up not being able to do it.

"I also just think it would be really hot if you made me squirt." 

That breaks him out of his thoughts with a disbelieving huff. 

"The problem is that when I get sensitive I'm gonna be yelling for you to stop out of second nature. But you can't stop Kento, you have to keep going until I either squirt or say the safe word. Can you do that, Baby?" Nanami looks up at your serious face, you really have thought about this quite a bit. He nods his head, sealing the deal. You just stare at eachother for a moment longer, the TV still going in the back. You break out in a smile, unable to keep the semi-serious atmosphere. 

"Can- can we do it now?" You ask the man on the opposite end of the couch while you try and stifle a giggle. 

Nanami smiles and pulls you closer to him by your legs. You yelp as you get yanked into his lap where he attacks your neck with kisses. He hoists you up and starts walking to the bedroom. Once he sets you onto your shared bed, you start removing your shirt and shorts while he rummages in the cupboard for a towel that he puts down on the bed before undressing himself.

You're almost shaking with excitement and anticipation. Nanami sits against the headboard in nothing but his boxers, placing the towel on the bed in front of him. He watches as you turn to him with that sultry look in your eyes. You crawl your way up the bed on all fours until you're right between his muscular thighs. Your hands glide up his thighs and waist, you kiss him with need and he reciprocates. You break the connection to feel yourself up infront of him and sensually take off your bra. You present yourself to him and kiss him again before turning around and pressing your back to his chest. 

His hands go to your waist to gently squeeze and rub there. You spare no flare when taking off your panties and you adjust yourself so that both your legs are wide open, slightly bent and his stronger ones are over yours, forcing them to stay open.

"Put your legs like this so that it stops me from closing mine when it gets too sensitive." 

You say as you help him into the position you want. Nanami chuckles and bends down to say lowly into your ear.

"You really have thought this whole thing through, huh?" 

You flush and nod your head as his hand moves down your body to where you want him the most. His touch is gentle at first, lightly stroking down your clit and lips, gathering wetness with his fingers. He starts to work his finger into you and gently rubs your clit with the other hand, coaxing you to melt into his touch. You start moaning and groaning with the pleasure your wonderful boyfriend is giving you. 

With both his hands working on your pussy so diligently, it's no wonder your first orgasm washes over you pretty quickly. Nanami keeps going at the same steady pace after you cum and it's the first out of the ordinary occurrence in this session. You usually would get a grace period after you cum to come down from the high but you and Nanami have a goal. The fact that you get no chance to come down at all is fucking with your brain and the fucked out feeling is just multiplying every second his strong hands play with your pussy. 

Nanami lays back a bit, forcing you to also lay back and expose yourself a bit more as you begin to writhe and squirm. One hand is still diligently circling your clit as he works his two middle fingers into you, slamming into that perfect spot inside you over and over and over again. You get louder and more frantic as the second orgasm hits you. Your head falls back on Nanamis chest as you groan his name. 

"Uuuuh Fuck! Feels so good Kento, soo good, so good, s' good, s' good, s' gud." You mumble and moan to him. Your second orgasm hits you full force and the pleasure doesn't stop or slow down, in fact it only gets more intense. He doesn't even slow down despite you're kicking legs and bucking hips.

Nanami eventually brings you to a third orgasm, now things really start to feel sensitive and your whines and cries of overstimulation get louder but the man doesn't tire. He keeps going, mumbling things like "Cmon, cmon Love." And "You can do it Darling". 

Before you know it the fourth wave hits you like a train, this is where you get frantically desperate as you realize he isnt even slowing down. You're now actively trying to get out of his iron hold, trying to close your legs just a little but his strong thighs keep you open for him. You're squirming and struggling and crying out.

"Wait wait wait wait!".

Your pussy is so raw and sensitive, you almost beg him to slow down but the man is going even stronger now. He's more precise with his movements, touching all the right spots with just the right amount of force to make you weep. 

"Wait Ken! It's sensitive, stoooop stopstopstop!" You hands go to his to try and make him slow down a little but Nanami isn't having any of that. You set out a goal for yourself and clear rules. He is going to make sure you reach your goals like the good partner he is.

He cages your arms against your chest with one arm hugged around you while the other still goes at your clit, rubbing frantic but deliberate circles into the pink flesh with his callous palm. The wet slick sounds of your pussy being bullied by the man you love are drowned out by the sounds coming from your mouth.

You're screaming now, legs shaking and kicking, not nearly strong enough to budge against Nanami's thick thighs forcing them wide open. Your entire body begins convulsing and spasming, you swear you feel like you're going to pee but you don't even have the mind to be concerned about that. You can only scream an intelligible jumble of pleas at this point as your nails dig into his arm. 

"Cmon Honey, just one more f'me, your doing so well."

The praise makes you go even dumber as you're quickly brought to the end of your rope. The last strand snaps and a tidel wave of violent hot pleasure comes crashing down on your entire being. Your eyes roll to the back of your head, your screams turn to silent hiccups and overwhelmed chokes.

Your body convulses violently and your back arches off Nanamis chest as he holds you tightly to his chest. It's by far the most intense orgasm of your life and you don't even register the jet of clear liquid shooting out from you untill you hear Nanamis loud groan at the sight.

"There you go, that's my girl."

You're brought back to earth and let out a long groan as Nanami presses up on the hood of your clit to force more squirt out of you, the feeling is even more euphoric than you thought it could ever be. 

Nanami pats your pussy, making sure he gets every last drop out as your wetness trickles down your pussy and ass onto the towel Nanami set down, which was definitely not enough to keep the bed dry. You drop your body completely limp onto Nanamis chest as you both catch your breath.

Nanami releases your arms and your hand immediately goes to cup your swollen, abused pussy with a whine. Nanami chuckles and runs his hands down your back and around your waist, soothing you, bringing you down gently while mumbling little praises. You curl up on top of him and dig your face into his neck with another small whine. 

"Love you s'much." You mumble into his hot skin. He chuckles at you once again. 

"I love you too, Baby."

-★

[matthewswifeee]

No Nut November

In which Matt and Chris make a bet to see who can go longer during no nut November, but little does Matt know he would lose pretty quickly. . . .

"No I'm not doing it, its stupid" Matt shouts at Chris. "Because you know you wont win" Chris says taunting him as a way of getting Matt to give in. It works every single time and he knows it. "You know what, fine" Matt says shaking Chris' hand meaning that their $200 bet is now on the line. "You two are idiots" I say shaking my head at the dumb bet they just made with Ayla, Chris' girlfriend, agreeing with me.

Later that night Matt and Nick went out to pick up food for all of us. "I have a proposition for you" Chris says sitting next to me on the sofa in their living area. "Oh god" I respond turning my attention toward him. "I need you to get Matt to lose" he pleads. "And what do I get out of this" I question. "Uhh, I'll give you half the money" he says and I take him up on that offer knowing that he just wants to prove his point that Matt will lose.

After Nick and Matt get back with the food we all eat dinner together before Nick, Chris and Ayla all leave the house to go to some party with Matt and I deciding to stay behind. Me and Matt are sitting in the podcast studio while he's telling me about their new podcast that is coming out tomorrow with their bestfriend Nathan from back home.

"Matt" I say cutting off what he was saying and he stops. "You look so hot right now" I say and he smiles at me. I crawl onto his lap and he places his hands on my hips. "I love you" he says planting a few kisses on my lips. "I love you" I say back as I press my forehead against his. We eventually find ourselves in a heated make out session with my hips grinding against his when all the sudden he stops.

"Baby we can't" Matt says holding my hips in place to stop me. "I don't care about your stupid bet" I say whining at him and I see him bite his lower lip. "Pleeease daddy" I say knowing that will help get him all riled up as I feel him loosen the grip on my waist. He lifts me up putting me on the table as he stands between my legs, smashing his lips back on to mine as he rubs me through my pajama pants. "You better be a good girl and make this worth it" he whispers in my ear.

"Eat my pussy" I beg as he pulls my pants down. "No panties tonight" he says smirking which just makes the heat between my legs grown. He starts off my kissing his way up my thighs until he reaches my core. "I need it now" I whine at him and he starts immediately barring his face in to my dripping core. He grabs my inner thighs and pushes my legs open as I feel the cold air touch my wet pussy. "All this and I didnt even do anything yet" Matt says teasing me as he just looks at me. "Matt please... I need you" I say basically begging him to touch me. My hands find their way to his messy dark brow hair as I get closer and closer to finishing making my legs buckle as he moves his hands to hold my legs open. I moan loudly and pull on his hair hard which just fuels him even more.  I pull on his hair harder and harder. "Good girl" Matt says looking up at me and smiling with my juices literally dripping down his chin. It was unreal how fast this man can make me cum.

"You taste so good sweetheart" Matt says coming up to kiss me making me smile. I then start to suck on his neck leaving dark spots all over. "Fuck I need to be inside of you right now" he grunts as I feel his fingertips digging into the skin on my waist. I help him kick off his pajama pants along with his boxers then we start making out again as I feel him rubbing his tip against my soaking wet pussy.

Matt gently pulls away and his eyes move to the space between us as mine do the same watching him slide into me as we both gasp from the sensational feeling. "Mm fuck" he moans as he continues to thrust in and out of me at a steady pace making me a loud moaning mess as well. "I love watching how good you take my dick baby girl" Matt says with a breathy moan as he rests his sweaty forehead against mine staring into my soul.

I dig my finger nails into his back feeling myself about to release but trying to hold back a little longer for Matt. "I-im go-gonna cum" I moan barely being able to get the words out. "Come on sweet girl, cum for me" Matt moans as he starts to use one of his hands to play with my clit making me finish almost immediately. "Good girl" Matt says before pulling out of me and I quickly get on my knees taking him in my mouth. He thrusts in and out of my mouth at a fast pace and grips my hair pushing himself further down my throat as I feel the warm salty liquid coat my mouth. "Swallow" Matt says tilting my head back and I do as he says. He then helps me to my feet, both out of breath and kisses me before pulling me close to him.

"I love you baby" he says holding me. "I love you more" I say wrapping my arms around him as he lifts me up and wraps my legs around his torso. "I was gonna fuck you tonight anyways" Matt says making my jaw drop a little. "Chris told me to make sure you lost" I say making him laugh and shake his head.

[sashiavi]

SashiAvi's 2k Follower Prompt Event #2 - CatHybrid!Sebastian - Begging & Cunnilingus

Warnings : 18+ Smut | Cat Hybrid Sebastian - Kemonomimi Ears & Tails | Mentions of ruts, heats and other animal/hybrid tendencies | AFAB Reader | Power Switch | Domish to Sub Reader | Begging | Oral | Dirty Talk | Sebastian has a rough tongue <3 | Word Count : 3.6k

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It starts with a nudge to your knee. A scruffy head of dark hair rubbing an affectionate push against your skin, soft feline ears flattening with the nuzzling movement.

A beat skips. Only a huff cutting through the air as another bullying head bump presses further, now a nose adding to the mix as your pushy cat boyfriend attempts a nip to your inner thigh. His cool eyes silently glare up at you, a pout pursed into his expression, fangs pressing a subtle intent into the plumpy plushness of the skin.

"Yes?" You acknowledge him, turning your attention away from your phone screen, a hand coming down to scritch and massage into his ears. Despite the rumbly-soft purrs that bubble up his throat, Sebastian keeps the tight squint of his eyes on you. His tail flicks behind him, a swift swish curling right at the tip, a rhythmic little movement.

He doesn't verbally reply to your question, instead opting to nose further against the inner of your thigh, lips pressing a warm kiss into the skin before he stops short and looks up at you again. A silent plea shining a glitter in his eyes, glinting against the cool grey-blue of his iris. His hand brushes up from your knee, smoothing his palm over your tender-soft and sensitive skin, giving a gentle squeezing grope. A wave of warmth bubbles from your chest, the intentions of your needy cat-like boyfriend clear in the air.

You give a sly side-glance, petting his ears, forcing them to plane down with each brush of your fingers, your legs carefully readjusting into a more modest position.

"What's up, Baby?" You try again, feigning innocence, playing dumb at Sebastian's quiet advances - He had a voice, and you think he could use it more often.

"Mrmmm.." Sebastian trills sound, face morphing into a pouty frown, cheek squishing as he presses his face against your hip- Your legs now properly closed, hindering his advances. His arms wrap around the thick of your bent legs, around the muscle of your thighs, snaking his fingers between them in a careful attempt of prying into the warm squish of flesh. You look at him expectantly, unmoving and unwilling to budge on the matter, waiting for Sebastian's words- Despite the subtle throb between your legs aching at all the ideas of what he could possibly want with you.

"Please.." It's all you get- Barely even phrased as a question, the statement layed out from his tongue with another nip of his teeth. His tail swished side to side, pupils blowing darker with excitement- some monologue running in his brain making him react in such a way.

"Please what? I can't understand you~" Your voice sings, a playful and scruffy pat to his hair coming next, messing up the fur of his ears. Sebastian scowls, more purrs rumbling from his chest, his touch becoming handsy - Gropey and squeezy, a gentle attempt to pry your thighs open. "You have to properly ask, y'know." You both knew he didn't actually- You being more than happy to let him take to you any other time; Fingers stuffing under the fine grip of your shorts waistband, bending at the hip over the Saloon pool table so his greedy cock could slide between your thighs- Heck, even the quick bouncy ride on his lap while Sam ran off to the bathroom during a session of Solarian Chronicles.

But this was fun, you were having fun. Teasing him, urging him to ask and plead- Yoba to beg, even.

"You smell nice.." His words are vague, actions telling you more than what he was dropping. Nice - A simple descriptor, sweet even, if it weren't for the way his nose presses against your skin, nuzzling in an attempt to get closer between your legs.

"Do I?" You tease, a hand coming to carefully scratch under his chin, fingers curling as if you were petting a real Kitten, yet instead of soft fur, you're met with the barest grain of his shaved face on his otherwise smooth and clear skin. It still earns you a tilt to his head, his melty reaction making your heart feel oozy with gooey affection. "How nice?" You were probably playing a dangerous game, poking back at Sebastian with a smugness stuck to your tone, prompting him with your teasing.

"So fucking nice.." He breaks a little with that hot taint of profanity, ears twitching, fingers groping a squeeze into your flesh. His tail swished with his words, flicking a rigid motion before its back to that lazy sway. “God- Gonna make me spell it out?”

“Hmmn.. I just think it’d be cute if you begged.” You bite into your lip, a feeble attempt at stifling your teasy smile.

He bristles at that, hairs standing on their ends, the fur of his tail and ears puffing up as a shiver surely crackles down his body. A sigh leaves his lips, breath trickling out until it forms into a soft pur, his head tilting up at you with a dazzly sweetness in his eyes-

-

“Please- Fuck.. hahh... Seb- Baby, please-!” Your own sobby pleads tumble from your throat, lips stuck in a perpetual frown, fingers tangled through Sebastian’s murky black hair as his tongue attacks the bud of your clit.

Sebastian's ears twitch with a mock flick of annoyance before he's coming up for air, sinking the dagger point of his canines right into the sensitive tendon connecting your thigh to your drooly cunt. You can’t help the whimpery noise that keens up from your throat, a high and shaky sound, stuttered and long as you breathe out. The hybrid dares to purr, nuzzling his nose into your bare skin as he marks you up, suckling a hot bruise, breaking those delicate blood vessels into a stingy bloom of a mark.

His pink tongue peeks out to soothe the area with licks - like it does much; the roughness of his tongue born up from his secondary feline species making your body tense with a sickly sweet sting, his lapping reminiscent of a milk-starved Kitten. Yoba, don't even start on the bar lodged in the flesh of the muscle, the metallic ball of a tongue piercing shining a soft glint in the low-light. Bites turn to licks, nibbling suckles agitated more with the grate of his kitten tongue, paired with those deep, sharp eyes of his, angled up to look at you with a glint of cockiness. 

“Sebbyyyy..” You give a whine, already missing the hot warmth of his lips wrapped around your clit, all cold and twitchy as he hums back at you, mocking a sobby noise of complaint as he sinks his teeth into the ever so sensitive skin of your inner thigh, leading away from where you needed him. He calls your name back to you, all muffled and slobbery, mimicking your drawn out cry before he suckles another mark - Pinchy, stingy, only making your poor pussy drool more of a mess. “Y-You’re mean.. Come backkk-” You whine at him, lips pouty when he shakes his head ‘No’, popping off of the fat of your thigh to admire the bruise he'd suckled into your skin. “Why?” You give a bratty huff, just wanting to feel the passions of Sebastian's tongue, how eager he was minutes before, rubbing up against you with his purring and nuzzles.

“I just think it’d be cute if you begged” He parroted that same sentence that had started it all, once spouted so cockily from your own now trembly, wobbly lips. The bar in his tongue knocks against his teeth as he plays and fiddles with it, those canines pointed with the beginnings of a cat-like grin, completely amused with his teasing. You sniffle a pout, fingers curling to give a tug to Sebastian's hair, pulling at his delicate ears, making his tail twitch and puff with a shudder. Another nip, one meaner and laced with a warning; “Words, Princess.” Another sharp flick of his eyes, hypocrisy dripping off of him, as if he hadn’t wordlessly poked at prodded around you to get you like this.

“I..” You breathe a frustrated sigh, a prick of tears starting to sting right at the inner corners of your eyes. You gasp into a swallow, a permanent pout tugging at your lips, “-Can’t think of words..”

“Nawh..” You know the sound is something completely faux, the tut of Sebastian’s tongue kissing his teeth just another mean thing to add on to the pile. He presses a warm kiss to the bloomed up hickey he’d bitten into your thigh, dragging his lips over the tender spot before he speaks, “Guess you should find some words then, hm?” His tail flicks, eyes flicking to a sickening slit before they bloom into those blown out, kitten-sweet excitable pupils.

You’re sure you’re one more tease away from a genuine sob; Something pitiful and entitled, so tired of Sebastian giving you a taste of your own medicine. God, you should give in- Plead and beg with the meany between your legs, play sweet and nice and ah! Another sink of his pointy teeth in your flesh, making you squirm and frown, molars digging into the inside of your cheek with frustration- 

“Please-” Your cry is short and wincy, “I need you, Sebby..” You baby at him, voice pitched higher as your pleadings begin.

An eyebrow raises, a soothing yet spiky lick lapped over the skin of your thighs, edging just a smidgen closer to your core. He hums a long ‘Mmhmm?’ of acknowledgement, urging you on with a slight grin twitching at his lips. 

“Really want you.. Need you back…” You glance down, biting into your bottom lip.

You’d at least earned something with the sweet tone of your begs - It was a start, Sebastian licking a fat, performative stripe up your cunt, gathering the creamed up slick that weeped from your hole. The action was near pornographic; Pretty and pink, covered in slick, that metal ball of his piercing coated and glinting with a sick mix of spit and cream - God, you twitch against him, clit jumping as the grate of his tongue brushes over the neglected bud, your fluttery entrance joining in, throbbing with a stingy pulse of arousal. His eyes are on you, behind thick lashes and his dark brow, those fangs of his glinting as they just poke from behind his upper lip. It was a taste; For both you and him, a teasing ease of what was to come and a milk-sweet treat he could savour as he smacks a kiss to your clit. 

He looks at you expectantly, those sharp pupils blown wide and black as his nose nuzzles at your mound, ghosts of his breath brushing warm kisses against your poor pussy. Your breath hitches right at the back of your throat, hiccuped a spike of adrenaline thrumming through your arteries, your lips dare to wobble, mouthing around the syllables of his name in a pitiful little “Sebby..”

“Hmnn?” He sounds almost nonchalant, as if he were completely unaware of the effects he had on you, playing into something cool and collective- Mean, that's what he is, a big meany messing with you, threading the beads of your desperation through threads of arousal that had your thighs twitching a flexing fidget. 

“Fuck- Sebby, please.. I need you, need you so bad I’m-” The pointed look he gives you tells you, you’re not quite close enough. Specifics were what he was after. 

Humiliation twists in your tummy as you string out a pathetic whine of pleas; “Need you b-back on my..” Your cheeks flush hot, unable to properly get your mouth around the dirty words he wanted you to speak - “Don’t wanna say it..”

“Nawhh.. But… You have to if you want me to eat you out, Silly.” His words roll off of his tongue easily, a scrunch to his nose and a twitching grin pulling at his lips as they speak against your warm skin. His tail sways behind him, cheeky and amused, a tell-tale sign that he was finding enjoyment out of all of this.

You try again.

“Please- Use your tongue on me.. ‘Wanna feel good- Tease me n’ make me all needy n’ squirmy I don't care-!” You suck in a breath, exhaling with a wobbly frown, “Just want your mouth- Mouth n’ fingers and whatever you wanna do t’me..-” You hum a long sound, all sweet and frustrated.

Ahh, Third times the charm, right?

“Sebby.. P-Please eat me out-” It burns to say it out loud. “I just- I need your tongue on my clit..” You can’t help the internal cringe, a tight squeeze vice-like and shuddery, something coursing a dangerous chemical of embarrassment-turned-arousal, sending a flinch to your dribbly pussy. “See? Need you.. Want your mouth on my c-cunt..” You’d surely lost it, that last ounce of sensibility that rested in your gut, forgotten with the way you part your legs wider, biting your teeth into one of your fingers to ease the nerves, your free hand coming down your tummy to barely brush above your heat, as if to direct Sebastian right where you wanted him.

Finally, he seemed satisfied, ears perking up on his head, through the moppy strands of sable-black swept hair, a pur rumbling from the depths of his throat before he gave you what you needed. He was practically pouncing on to your pussy, with his palms against your thighs going in for the attack – Once crescent eyes blown wide and ink-jet black, tail swishing in absolute satisfaction – That rough tongue of his laps messily against your folds, purposeful in movement, thrashing meanly against your clit-!

“Ahhn- Hahh, Seb-!” You can only cry out, muffled by your fingers as you hide your face, finding comfort in your knuckles pressed against your frowning lips. Your eyes flutter closed, a crease forming between your brows, a tight-knit scrunch of pleasure washing over your face accompanied by the hot sting of a blush flushing against your cheeks and over the bridge of your nose. Sebastian huffs a sloppy chuckle against your core, breath sucked back in with a slurpy lick through your folds.

“Hmnph.. C’mere-” Sebastian’s voice muffles, a grumble to his timbre that wasn’t truly something of frustration – Completely laced up with a mockingly hot purr of endearment. The comfort of your hands are yanked away, fingers threading through his own, all long and grabbable- Perfectly moulded to engulf and grab, urging your fingers to brush strands of hair up and out of the way of his eyes, of his tongue, showing off the bridge of his nose and thick, dark brows behind the mound of your cunt as he laps and feasts. Your fingers twitch a pull, tight against the roots of his hair, making the man let out another low purr, “S’ better- Hmmnh?” His tongue cuts up his words, lulling through his speech pattern as his affections continue. Ahh, you could see him now, relish in the view of him between your legs, strands of hair escaping your fingers to lace over his forehead, those sharp eyes right on you.

He lets the bead of his tongue stud jab into your clit, swirling around and around hoping that little metal ball glints with the light, sparkles with the mix of his saliva and the addicting juices of your cunt. His fingers massage and sink into your thighs, giving little stingy nail-tainted squishes as a reminder to Keep. Watching.

Watch the flutter of his tongue and nipping suckles he makes into your clit, look into that subtle swirl of blue in his eyes as he laps a long, strong lick on your cunt right before he musters up a hot glob of saliva to spit onto the twitchy bud of your clit. All bubbly and thick on his tongue as he lapped it right back up before you could start whining up your complaints again. You had begged enough for him, right? Spilled those filthy wants and desires out for him, dealing with the residual ache in your chest, all flushed from embarrassment – Fuck, could you even breathe? With that constant string of breathy whines that fall from your lips as his tongue abuses your cunt, thrashing and jamming meanly while those pointed canines carefully sink into your flesh as he suckles a mess.

He was practically making out with your pussy – Tongue filled kisses all swirly on your clit, venturing further to sink into the supple clench of your hole, feeling each and every twitch on his tongue and flex of your bud against his nose. He looked a mess – Spit and cream dribbling down his chin, smeared up on his nose, lips pursed and plump with use, face surely sticky with your essence- Ohh, but he didn't seem to care. Sebastian relished in your sticky-sweetness, indulging in your pretty scent, happy to make a mess of himself if it meant you were whining, tugging on his hair and petting at his ears, praising and hiccuping begs of “Don’t stop don’t stop-!” Fueling up his ego as he shakes his head against your cunt in indulgence. 

How could he stop now? Fucking the fat of his tongue against your weepy hole, lapping up all the cream you drooled up for him - All wet and mushy, the press of his tongue against your cunt earning up a string of slick and clicky noises, hot spit he can’t help but salivate up adding to the mess between your legs. His licks are rough, spiky in pleasure, moulded around the smooth relief of his piercing, the repetitive sensation bringing you closer and closer, nearer to the threat of your release, and he hadn’t even begun the abuse of his fingers-

It's easy to jam two deft fingers into your cunt with how dribbly-drooly you were for him, sweetly creamy like milk pooling around his knuckles, combined with his bubbly spit to make a filthy mess. Your fingers card through his hair to gain a new fistful of something to ground you, tugging the sensitive strands that laid by his silky ears, the fur tickling up against your wrist. Sebastian’s precision was a deadly thing – Knowing exactly where to curl the pads of his digits, hitting that sweetly spongy spot inside of you that had your hips craning, arching to meet with the suckle of his lips and the slow, fucking curls he makes in your cunt.

Your sweetness wraps around him, the ring of your stuffed hole twitching kisses against his knuckles, taught and squeezy with every fuck he makes. It only makes you dribble more for him, squelchy and wet, more of a mess for his tongue to mop up with a loud and obnoxious lapping suckle.

“Sebby- Seb, Seb- R-Right there- right there rightthereplease-!” You have to gasp to catch your breath, feeling the quick build of your threatening orgasm. Sebastian moans, his hot breath and warm purring doing wonders for your arousal. His eyes catch yours, seemingly just as desperate as you were, looking like a milk-drunk kitten who’d nearly had his filling, greedily smushing his face into your cunt, the tip of his nose crunching with the motion, fingers squelching in your wetness with a newfound fever.

“Ohhh~ M’cummin- cummingcummingcumming-! Seb, ohmygod!” You don't mean to slur your words but God-! Sebastian was just too good. 

Your hands clench in his hair, tugging the strands right at his scalp, thighs jerking with an aching hard twitch, snapping Sebastian into a snuggly trap as you finally let go. You squeeze on his fingers, pussy fluttering quick pulses as you cum, clit jumping against his tongue while he drags out his licks, coaxing you through the hot brunt of it all. Fuck, you makes a mess – A pretty and wet orgasm gushing against his rough tongue, enough to bring up a prick of tears at the corner of your eyes, accompanied by a silent plea barely piping up from your throat. Sebastian’s free hand soothes the outside of your thigh, carefully bending your leg at the knee to free himself all while he peppers sweetly soft kisses against the wet of your cunt.

“Hahh..S-Seb-” You mouth a silence swear, voice whining in your throat as he keeps playing even through your high – Milky-wet kisses pressed into your twitchy core, a string of dribble and slick connecting his plump and pinkish lips to your folds, that rough tongue of his licking up the mess, the ball of his piercing glinting as he licks his lips clean. The man chuckles soft, hearts in his eyes as he looks up at you, more and more of those teasy sweet kisses landing around; To your mound, inner thigh, that sensitive tendon he’d bitten mean kisses into, right against the soft of your tummy. He was nuzzling like a cat, tail swaying in a happy manner, ears folding around the clumsy pats you make to them, hums purring up his throat as he slinkily climbs up.

The rough denim of his dark-washed jeans presses against your wetness, surely forming a decent patch of slick and spit into the fabric, your breath hitches, chin tilting up as Sebastian nuzzles his nose right below your ear;

“Beg for more?” You shiver, and he huffs a breathy chuckle. 

Who were you to deny him?

•··········•··········˖⁺‧₊˚♡˚₊‧⁺˖··········•··········• Number 2 for my prompt event ^^ I struggle a bit with Sebby, I hope my next ones come out way sooner!!

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[xoxovanillq]

Tangerine

Pairing- Dick Grayson x gn!reader

Warnings- Wisdom tooth removal, anesthesia, pain, kissing, a little bit of innuendo

Dick was a good friend, of course he’d pick you up from your wisdom tooth surgery.

Or at least that’s what he thought.

Now he was facing the reality of it, you were loopy, uncomfortable, and bloody, a combination that wasn’t necessarily ideal. The receptionist handed him a bag of things as he walked out, your body slumped against his side. 

“You’re such a good boyfriend, picking her up and taking care of her.” The receptionist cooed.

“We aren’t dating, but thanks.” Dick murmured, trying to usher you out of the clinic faster.

The two of you finally get outside. Dick’s got an arm around your waist, propping you up against him.

“I- I feel weird.” You murmur, slurring your words a bit. Dick grimaced as he felt a bit of drool drip onto his shirt.

“Yeah, you’re gonna feel like that when you’re hopped up on pain meds, tangerine.” He replies, deciding to give up on making you walk and just picks you up. He carries you all the way to his car, your arm wrapped around his neck for support as he holds you bridal-style.

He sets you down gently in the passenger seat, and you giggle a bit, looking up at his face.

“What’s up?” Dick asks, laughing softly as you place a hand on his cheek.

“Did I ever tell you how pretty you are?” You say, quite obviously still a bit dazed. Dick’s face goes red, and he tries to laugh it off.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He says, shutting the door gently before moving over to the drivers side. Now is not the time to confess your years long crush, Dick thought as he settled down, looking over at your dazed smile.

“I meant it, you’ve always been soooo pretty, always wanted to kiss you.” You drawl, words slurred and messy. Dick went red, trying to laugh it off again and putting the car into drive.

“We can talk when you’re in your right mind again.” He responds, voice shaking a bit.

“But I wanna talk now.” You whine, and Dick sighs, he really didn’t want to deal with this.

“I know, but you aren’t yourself right now, Tangerine.” He soothes, rubbing your shoulder with his hand. He laughs softly as you whine something indistinguishable.

The rest of the drive goes by smoothly, with you falling asleep in the passenger seat, head lolled to the side and resting on his shoulder. Once the two of you arrived at your apartment, Dick decided he’d rather carry you inside than disrupt your peaceful sleep, so he made his way to your side of the car and got ready to carry you.

He opened the car door as softly as he could, then gently unbuckled your seatbelt. He gently scooped you into his arms in a bridal carry, looking down at your peaceful, albeit swollen, face. 

God, I hope she wasn’t just dumb and loopy. Dick thinks as he carries you into your apartment, placing you gently in your bed. He’d liked you for the longest time, and he didn’t know if he could handle finding out your words were a lie.

“Dick?” You murmured drowsily, snapping him out of his haze.

“Whats up, tangerine?” He asks, suddenly standing up from the armchair he had been sitting in to stand over you. 

“Nothing, just making sure you were still here.” With that, you drifted back off into a hazy sleep, dreaming of him.

While you slept off the drugs, Dick cleaned up the kitchen and made a little cozy spot for you on the couch.

He stood at the stove, stirring a pot of cooking noodles for some mac and cheese. Dick was antsy for you to wake up, nervous to question you about the intents of your comment.

His head snapped down at the sound of sizzling, the pot had boiled over. He sighed, checking his watch to see that it was time to drain the pasta.

You wake up, groggily walking into the living room to see a pillow and blanket in the corner of your couch, a small table, meant to hold food while watching tv, in front of it. A bowl of mac and cheese, along with a cup of ice water, and a bottle of pineapple juice rested atop it.

“I heard somewhere it was supposed to help with the swelling.” Dick calls out, his deep voice making you jump a bit.

“Thanks, Dick, this is really sweet.” You say with a sore smile, your voice a bit hoarse.

“It’s nothing, really.” He says with a soft smile, placing a hand on your back and gently guiding you to sit.

There was a period of awkward silence as you began to eat and Dick tried to find a spot to sit. Eventually, he settled on sitting next to you, but not too close.

You watched him intently as he took a deep breath, turning towards you, eyes gazing into yours.

“So um, did you mean what you said?” Dick finally blurts out, looking over to see your face.

“Dick- I- what did I say?” You reply, voice thick with worry.

“You said something about kissing me and it’s fine if you didn’t mean it and it’s- it’s actually great if you did!” He spews, explaining quickly.

You begin to mumble a frantic apology, then realize what he said. “Did- do you really mean that?”

Dick sighs and shakes his head, looking down into his lap. “Listen- I’m just gonna be honest, I’ve liked you for a long time. Like, since we were 10.” He says quietly.

“Why didn’t you say anything?” You exclaim, a big smile on your face. “Dick, I’ve liked you for years, I’ve just been too scared to say anything.” All Dick can do is smile and laugh.

“What are you waiting for then?” He asks, laughing as you rocket forward into his arms, pressing your lips to his.

He couldn’t believe that he was sitting there, with you in his lap, a hand tangled in your hair, and your lips pressed to his.

“Ow.” He hears you gently whimper. Quickly pulling away, he begins to inspect your face for injuries. “M’just sore still, that’s all.” You reassure.

“Better heal up quick, that mouth of yours has got some things to prove.”

[hysteria-things]

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texting your celebrity crush is like what happens in movies or wattpad, but the fact that you're doing just that still blows your mind. however, it's not as mindblowing when you had sex with said celebrity crush three days ago.

biting your lip, you giggle and tap on your phone like there's no tomorrow.

“are you even watching the movie? you seem to be more intrigued with your phone instead.” hannah says, leaning to the coffee table to grab the remote and pause the TV. “you’re never so glued to your phone. is it a boy? do i know him? what does— is that a hickey?”

pausing mid-type, you place your phone down and try to cover the healing hickey on your neck with your hair. “…no.”

“oh my god, it so is!” she gasps, smiling wide. “who the hell are you fucking? is it the person you're texting? when did it happen?”

“you ask a lot of questions, you know that?” you joke, trying to maneuver this conversation.

“y/n, come on. i’m your best friend. best friends tell each other everything.”

you sigh. she’s right, you guys do tell each other everything. clearing your throat and fidgeting with your hands, you try to find words to explain the recent events in your life.

“so… remember when i went to the bathroom at the sturniolo’s tour? and left you standing outside for an hour?”

she rolls her eyes. “yeah.”

“what if i told you that i actually didn’t go to the bathroom, and matt snuck me on the tour bus and… bentmeoverthetableandfuckedtheshitoutofme?”

she looks at you with eyebrows furrowed, confused as hell. “what?”

you exhale. “matt bent me over the table and may or may not have fucked the shit out of me?”

her face now morphs to shock, trying to read your body language to see if you’re lying. “what the fuck? is that why you came out limping and looking like you got manhandled?”

“yes.”

she blinks, shaking her head to take in this sudden information. “was the dick at least good?”

biting your lip, you nod. “duh.”

“hello?” you say innocently into the phone, running your hand from your stomach into your underwear.

matt’s leaning against the wall in a hallway that the venue has, far away so nobody can see nor hear him. “hi, y/n.” he chuckles.

you pout, rubbing your clit hard to get some sort of sensation rubbing through your body. “hi, matt.”

he licks his teeth and smiles smugly, knowing exactly why you wanted him to call. “whatcha doing?”

with fluttering eyes, your finger moves to your folds, moving up and down on your slit slowly. your breath hitches. “t-touching myself.” you whine. “thinking about you.”

as much as matt wants to do it himself, he can’t. the ache in his pants will last until after the show, that’s for sure.

“is that so?” he teases. you feel your wetness start to pool. “what’re thinking about, hm?”

“about the other night.” you squeeze your eyes shut, biting your lip. after a few long strokes, you’re wet enough to slip a finger inside.

he sighs, adjusting the phone on his ear. “you mean when i bent you over the table and bred you? or when i tongue-fucked you to where you couldn’t stand?”

moaning loudly, you insert a second finger and move them rapidly. “b-both. god, i miss the way you feel.”

“i wish i could fuck you dumb again.” he says lowly, hearing your pants and arousal all in one. “screaming so pathetically beneath me. isn’t that right?”

even though he can’t hear you, you still nod your head, arching your back when that spot gets hit at just the right angle. “yes, matt!” you moan loudly. “i miss you. i miss you so much! fuck, i’m going to cum. please let me cum.”

you ramble on as he stands there quietly to listen. the way your sounds get louder and faster the more your orgasm builds. “go ahead. nobody’s stopping you.”

clawing at the sheets with your eyes rolling back, you rut your hips on your fingers when you feel your release coat them.

“good luck tonight,” you mumble, trying to catch your breath.

he laughs, checking the time with a sigh. “i have to go. i’ll make sure to win for you.”

you hang up the phone, and not even a minute later, a picture comes rolling in. you love that he’s acting like you didn’t just cum to his voice.

𝐭𝐚𝐠 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭!

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[ladymoody]

THE MORNING AFTER

mattheo riddle x fem!reader

warnings: nsfw +18, dom!mattheo, mention of alcohol and weed, sex after breakup, explicit language, dirty talk, fingering, breast squeezing and nipple playing, spanking, v eating, p in v penetration, creampie.

word count: 2,3k

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I groaned as the stiff morning light cursed through the blinds, forcing me awake. I rubbed my eyes, probably smearing my makeup everywhere on my face. I didn’t have a mirror but I could feel the weight of my eye bags caused by the fact that I hadn’t slept so well.

I spent a few minutes in bed, trying to recall the events from the night before. what snapped me back to reality and made me remember was an arm loosely wrapped around my waist. I slowly made my way out of bed, taking the sheets off me and adjusting my clothes — I was wearing my panties and my cheetah-printed t-shirt from the day before.

I looked back at the guy on the bed as I brought my hand to cover my yawn. I didn’t know who the guy was but we had apparently spent the night together. I looked around the room just to recognize mattheo’s furniture and his unmistakable scent of weed and vodka.

mattheo had thrown a party in his house only inviting his close friends. he and I were close friends, sort of. actually, we had dated for 11 long months but it didn’t work out and we broke up. since none of us cheated or anything we decided to stay in touch and to remain friends. mattheo was a nice company after all.

I looked at the clock and noticed that it had stopped — my head hurt and my legs felt numb as I headed towards the exit. I had drunk a lot.

“morning.” a grumpy voice spoke. I entered the kitchen just to see two people peacefully sleeping on the couch and one of them was blaise but I didn’t know who the other girl was.

“mornin’.” I answered as I glanced over the direction where the voice came, and realized it was mattheo.

“slept well?” he asked sipping his coffee. he was leaning against the counter, his hair messy from the weird position he had probably slept in, barefoot and shirtless.

“sure thing.” I squinted my eyes as I felt another wave of headache hitting me.

I approached him and made a little jump to sit on the counter next to him. “are we the only ones up?”

“apparently.” he lazily responded taking another sip of his morning coffee before setting the cup down and turning his full attention to me.

“have you checked your phone?” he smirked.

his facial expression got me suspecting there was something up. I shook my head and reached for my phone which was previously left on the table in the center of the room. I unlocked it and turned off the airplane mode. oh my god.

+99 messages??

I couldn’t get what she meant so I immediately went to check theo’s story.

WHAT THE FUCK!

I was completely speechless in a mix of confusion, embarrassment, and panic. I immediately turned to look at mattheo who was now peacefully smoking a cigarette.

“mattheo…?” he heard me saying his name and his ears straightened up. he didn’t move, instead, he just breathed out the smoke and hummed to let me know he was listening.

“what’s on theodore’s story?” my voice had a slight hint of fear, my eyes almost cowed by the thought of his future answer.

“oh, you’ve seen it?” he smirked, playing dumb, now making our gazes meet.

I had no idea what game he was playing, but I didn’t like it.

“mattheo.” I warned him both because I wanted him to stop being so cocky, and because I was hoping for more information than a simple rhetorical question.

“y/n.” he copied my tone and turned his head to fully face me, now his grin had grown wider.

I stared at him for a few seconds trying to comprehend the thoughts behind his persuasive eyes, but nothing seemed to be there — except some sarcasm and his usual flirtatious expression.

I focused on my phone again and decided to text to enzo.

JUST smooching a bit? we had broken up!

“something wrong?” mattheo’s voice and hand suddenly resting on my bare thigh brought me back to reality which felt like a very harsh slap.

“did we…? you and I…?”

“you drank a bit. I drank too. guess we missed each other.” he winked at me before taking a drag from his cigarette. oh it couldn’t be… could it? I was so puzzled and I couldn’t even bring myself to form proper sentences.

“but did you-”

“no. I didn’t go further. theo posted a picture of us falling asleep on a bed so we probably were too tired.”

theo posted another picture???

“what did he post?”

“go check it. it’s on twitter.”

I still couldn’t believe the nonchalance he was talking with, but ostensibly he was fine with everything we had done.

oh. my. fucking. god.

“mattheo…” I sounded like I was whining.

he looked at me and took a few steps to stand right between my legs. I had forgotten how sexy he looked.

“what’s up, princess?” the cocky smirk never left his face as he kept his head up, staring at me.

I felt like all this time spent to forget our romantic memories was wasted in one night. I had worked hard trying to see him as a friend only, but the thought of me and him making out again and spending time with each other in an intimate way was freaking me out. I didn’t know what to say or do, mattheo was standing in front of me — his hands resting on both my thighs as he had previously finished his cigarette.

“we were good together, don’t you think?”

of course, I thought we had been good together. but it was over. I needed to remind myself that.

“we were a great couple, but we broke up. I think we should forget the past.”

“yeah, and think about tonight. or do you wanna forget about that too?”

“we were drunk… I- I don’t want to discuss it, mattheo.”

“we can avoid mentioning the topic, alright.”

“thanks.” I sighed.

he moved closer, holding me by my hips firmly before grabbing my waist and lifting me up. I automatically wrapped my legs around his waist and his hands moved to my butt to allow him to have a better grip on me.

before I could say something and object to what he was doing, he spoke — “you aren’t drunk anymore, are you?”

I wanted to get off him, I wanted him to let me go and put me down… but his scent, his touch, his eyes looking at mine, his appealing lips…

“I’m not.”

“so you’re thinking straight right now?”

“yes.”

“and what are you thinking about, mh?”

you fucking me. you bending me over the counter and making me yours once again. you eating me out like I was the best food in the world. you gripping my hair and pulling it. you squeezing my boobs and torturing my nipples.

“let me go, mattheo.”

“that’s not what you’re thinking about.”

I was about to say something back, but once again, he interrupted me. this time he didn’t use words — no — instead, he sat me down on the table in the center of the room, making me fall on a few bottles of alcohol that rolled down the table without breaking but making a loud bang. thank god nobody woke up.

I instinctively laid down, letting him do. he hovered over me, caressing my sides as he started planting heated kisses on my neck and collarbone.

there were no excuses this time, I wasn’t drunk.

“tell me you missed me…” he groaned against my skin, not stopping his work for a second.

I did miss him. mattheo was still the only man I could think of every time I touched myself.

“I missed you… matt… please…” I desperately whined into his ear.

“please what?” he stopped his kisses.

“please… fuck me.”

“that’s what I wanted to hear…” he immediately leaned down on me and slid my panties off, then he spread my legs wide. he grabbed my ankles and placed one of my legs on his shoulder.

mattheo was amazing at eating girls out. I loved every single second of it when we were together, and now I was feeling it again.

I arched my back, shutting my eyes and gripping his hair hard as his head expertly moved between my legs and he teasingly kissed my inner thigh, leaving a trail of kisses that gave me shivers.

“still as soft as I remember…” mattheo grunted between kisses. he finally arrived at my folds, and he stared down, admiring the sight he once had daily back when we were dating.

he slipped one finger inside me and made a wet sound. I was drenched without a doubt. he knew. he knew so well he was the reason why I was like that. and he loved it.

“mattheo!” I moaned but he quickly got up — his finger still fucking me but my leg fell off his shoulder — and shut me up with a passionate kiss. “be quiet, babygirl, can you do that for me?”

I soon remembered how we weren’t technically alone, since some people from last night were still here and were sleeping unbothered. I nodded vigorously — I was determined to do whatever he wanted me to do. it seemed like I had lost my common sense, my reasoning... mattheo was too much to resist.

he increased the pace of his finger, his lips on my neck again as if he couldn’t get enough of me.

his lips kissed my collarbone and chest — my shirt was all disheveled now as he was rubbing against me in a very eager way. his kisses ended on my stomach and lower belly, which had me arching my back once again. I wanted more. I wanted him lower.

it was like mattheo read my mind. he knew where I needed him at that moment more than whenever else. he got back in front of my pussy, now dripping and throbbing, and licked his lips in hunger. he dived his head between my thighs, kissing my clit assertively and cleaning me from my juices that had previously trickled down. it was the best sensation. I loved his tongue more than anything. he grabbed my ankles again, making me spread my legs more to give him better access. his tongue dug into my hole, thrusting in and out as quickly as he could, yet trying his best to get my taste.

“yes! oh yes!” I let out a strangled moan. it was so hard trying not to let the others hear and find out about this — not that they didn’t know… the night before we did do something, but what we were doing now was much more wrong.

I could feel myself getting closer and closer to the edge as he tortured my cunt. one of his hands left my ankle and slipped underneath my t-shirt, grabbing my breast roughly and squeezing it almost painfully for me.

“I’m close… I’m so close…”

“mhh… not like this.” the total ecstasy I was in vanished in the air as his mouth left me. I pouted and my hips flexed upwards, looking for his touch. in one quick and smooth move, he took my shirt off, now exposing my boobs to his eyes — then his hands rushed to his belt, his gaze not leaving my chest just yet, and he undid it. his pants fell on the ground and so did his boxers, freeing what I had missed for all those months.

I looked at him. I looked at it. I had never felt that desperate for something in my whole life.

he leaned in and lifted me from the table, placing me down on my feet and harshly turning me around. he spanked my asscheek, probably leaving a purple mark later, and forced me to lie down on the cold surface of the wooden table. my boobs pressed against it, while my legs were spread once again.

mattheo spanked me another time but harder, making me wince in an attempt to hold back my moans. I bit my lip and grabbed the other end of the table, holding onto it for dear life as mattheo slipped into my pussy from behind.

his hips pistoned against my ass, and his hands were all over my back, sometimes spanking here and there. I couldn’t think of a more pleasant thing than his thick dick that had always reached so many spots inside of me, making me go completely crazy. he was maddening.

“ahh!” he groaned against my ear. his chest pressed against my back and his thrusts became harder as he went deeper and deeper.

his hand gripped my breast again, fondling it and provokingly playing with my already-hard nipple with his fingers.

“mattheo!!!” he brought his hand over my mouth, denying me to make any further sound and forcing me to stand up. he left his hand on my face as he kept up with his hard thrusts — my head weightlessly fell on his shoulder as my back arched due to the immense and indescribable pleasure.

not so long after, mattheo groaned and panted as he reached his high — his eyes shut close and his mouth hung open. I felt his hot seed spilling inside of me, the sensation of his cum painting my insides and dripping down my folds and onto the floor made me come as well, coating his member with my juices.

“I love you, baby… I never stopped loving you…” he panted. his face showing a weary expression.

“oh… mattheo…” I whined. “I love you too.”

he smiled, his eyes still shut, and he let go of me. he pulled his underwear and pants back on, while I wore my oversized t-shirt again as well. I reached to grab my panties but mattheo grabbed them first.

“I’ll keep these.” he said as he sneaked them in his pocket, before pecking my lips.

[dariaslookalike]

Building Houses and Burning Bridges Pt 10: Should you suck him or rub him?

Summary:

It seems, oddly enough, that Gregory House lives to annoy you. He takes 'arseholish boss' to the next level. Wake up in the morning, ready to have breakfast, and drive to the hospital where you both work? Nope, you're getting a text that says you're late to his impromptu 4:30 AM meeting where he's had the 'breakthrough of the century' on the team's latest case. Get your hair cut and walk into work, for once feeling confident? Nope, he's saying that he would have done a better job blinded, hands tied and going through Vicodin withdrawals. Finally, 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺, prove him wrong and attempt to wipe the cockiness off his face? Nope, you're simply slow because you didn't get to your diagnosis quicker and weak-willed because you didn't fight him for it in the beginning. Everything House does infuriates you, and it seems everything you do infuriates him. No wonder you end up pinned to the wall of your apartment and groping him like your life depends on. And knowing House, it very may well.

Warnings: Adult language, mature themes, eventual smut, female protagonist, no reference of y/n

Rating: 18+ MDNI

Current Status: Ongoing

Masterlist: Building Houses and Burning Bridges

Next Chapter: Pt 11

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You jolt awake in the night; a chilly breeze through the window or an odd nightmare that was already fading from your memory. Whatever it was, you thrash against the blanket and suck in sharp breaths of air. You blearily gaze around the room when a shiver creeps up your spine and you find him sitting in the corner armchair.

“You’re a creep.” You croak out.

House raises his glass of bourbon in admission. You can only see the vague silhouette of him lit up by the light drifting in from the street; the glint of his glass, the dark shadows of his brow and cheekbones. You stay like that for a few minutes, gazing at each other. Your eyes gradually adjust to the darkness, and while he sips, you drink in the sight of him. The new stubble lining his face, the whites of his eyes, the curl of his lip. 

You break the silence with a quiet question. “How was work?”

You realise it’s dumb as soon as you say it. So much had happened from work to here, where you lay, naked in his bed. You roll yourself over to your side, fully facing him.

House stares at you, and nothing is revealed on the stony plane of his face. “Cameron asked about you.”

You blink. Not like House to avoid the question, but you play into him. “What’d you say?”

His jaw clenches. “I didn’t know what to say.”

You hear his glass clink against the bedside table, and he groans. He shifts in his chair, and you can make out his hands being dragged down his face. His voice is muffled behind his palms, and you squint. “Huh?”

House just groans again, and you’re blinded when he reaches over swiftly and flicks on the lamp. You stop yourself from hissing, and just fling the blankets over your head. Only when you stop seeing white on the dark of your eyelids do you gradually lower it again. 

House is staring at you, and while your eyes still sting from the brightness, you appreciate being able to see him. He grinds his teeth. “I said, do you know how annoying that is?”

You blink, stopping yourself from trying to memorise the detail of his neck, and draw your eyes back to his. “What, Cameron asking you a question? Scandalous, I know.”

House scoffs in disbelief, but it doesn’t hold the same bite it used to. It’s softer somehow, here in the pillowy, blanketed expanse of his bedroom. “Even now- Even now, when you’re running on a few hours of sleep and you’re not even fully awake yet, you’re a smart arse.” You clench your jaw as he throws his hands up softly, defeated. “No, no, not Cameron asking. It was not knowing what to say.”

You don’t say anything, and his eyes flick to yours.  “I know a lot of things; more than every patient in the clinic combined, more than the snot nosed kids and helicopter parents. But I didn’t know what to say to Cameron.” He leans back in the chair, and scoffs at the ceiling. “I could’ve said your pimp raised your hours or that you were being treated next door by Wilson, and she could go shave her head with you, if she likes. And instead I stood there, and couldn’t think of anything.”

You don’t know how to reply, and he clenches his jaw, blinking away something in his eye, before he takes another sip of his drink. 

“House.” Your voice is soft but it still sounds too loud in the sudden silence that envelops you both. 

You don’t know how to say it, how to ask. You can feel the words lodging in your throat, trying to bubble out and instead being barricaded inside. So, you shift yourself back towards the edge of the mattress, and raise the blanket up with one arm as an invitation. You see his adam's apple bob and his eyes flick to yours. It’s one thing to fall asleep in the same bed after exhausting sex. It’s another to consciously make the decision to lay with each other- somehow, it felt more vulnerable, more raw, more intimate than what you two had done earlier.

It’s just sex. House’s words from earlier ring out and you can almost see them fluttering through his head right now. 

Fine. It’s just sex. You start to lower your arm, rescinding your invitation. But House moves, staring into your eyes all the while, raising himself to his feet and you smile at him. Not a toothy, cocky smile, but a soft one that has your dimple showing.

House groans, his hand whipping to his leg. “Argh!” He’s unsteady on his feet and falls back with a ‘hrumph’ into his chair. 

You don’t realise how hard you’re gripping the sheet until you sit yourself up and drag half the bedding with you. “Are you okay?”

House scoffs. “If you call missing muscle and cripple inducing pain okay, then yes, I’m okay.”

You roll your eyes, relaxing slightly. House sees your reaction, and sighs. “It’s just- it’s just a bad pain day. Trying to fuck the shit out of gorgeous women puts a bit of a strain on me.”

You gulp, slightly. “I’ll have to tell that woman off when I meet her.”

House’s breath is sharp and hissing through his nose, but he still manages to scoff. “Don’t do that.”

You can feel your pulse jumping in your neck. “Do what?”

“Don’t sit there and act like some insecure teenage girl who didn’t get asked to prom- you’re gorgeous, and if you pretend you’re not, it makes you look like a gorgeous idiot.”

You laugh, but still feel your cheeks flushing. “House, one time I walked into work, you asked me if a dog chewed me up and spit me back out.” You raise your hands in defence. “I’m not trying to fish for your compliments- I know I’m not the girl in magazines and I’m not like Cameron or Cuddy. I learnt that a long time ago and I’ve learnt to live with it.”

House looks repulsed. “You actually are an idiot then.” You roll your eyes, and he shakes his head in disbelief, still hissing in pain. “Yes, you’re not anorexic or bulimic or some giraffe looking model. And I can’t get enough of you. If you think that I’m not going to compliment you, and tell you truthfully that you’re beautiful, because you weigh more than some pubescent teenage girl beauty standard bullshit, you’re an idiot.” 

He’s staring at you from beneath his brow, “Get me a bottle of vicodin from the cupboard, and I’ll show you what I really think about you.” You can practically see the dirty images across his mind. You, pinned beneath him, getting praised and worshipped and adored by House’s depraved self. 

Your cheeks are definitely aflame now but you manage to force out a soft laugh. “I don’t know how you managed to say all that when you’re in that much pain.”

As if remembering his pain, House groans loudly, deep from the back of his throat, as his hand rubs over his leg. You try not to focus on the way that sounds make you throb, and you swing your feet over the side of the bed. You see House’s eyes cling to you, to the skin hidden by the bed sheets covering you. You smirk, and simply grab a discarded shirt from the floor, slipping your arms into it. The bedsheets drop, and you hear House inhale sharply at the sight of your bare chest, but then you poke your head through successfully and cover yourself again with the t-shirt.

House’s t-shirt. It’s got some sort of graphic across the front and you vaguely recall it from House’s so called ‘fashion week’ that occurred after Cuddy demanded he wear a doctor’s coat. You slide to your knees in the space between House and the bed, and he shifts his hips slightly towards you. 

“Round two?” He asks, smirking down at you.

You laugh, and reach towards the bedside table. “How can you be that horny in that much pain?”

House’s blue eyes track your movements. “It’s one of my many talents.”

You grab the small tube and close the drawer, turning back to House. His eyes flick down to the Deep Heat tube, and trail down you, snagging on your bare thighs. His breath is uneven as he speaks. “How’d you know that I kept that there?”

You look up to him from beneath your lashes. “I’ll be honest- I’ve gone through your entire apartment by this point. I know where you keep your birth certificate, let alone some cream.”

He huffs. “‘Should have expected you to be a detective too.”

“As if you didn’t do the same thing at my place.”

House stares down at you for a moment before he speaks. “You’ve got me there. You found my birth certificate and I found your collection of raunchy pornography, so I guess we’re even.”

You unscrew the lid and squeeze some cream onto your hands. It warms near instantly. “Ha ha. I don’t keep porn, only a box of sex toys.”

Your eyes flick back up at his silence to see House’s hooded gaze as he stares at the apex of your thighs, seemingly entranced, and you shake your head. “Take your pants off, House.”

He blinks, shuddering in a breath. “You don’t have to ask me twice.”

He shimmies himself out of his pyjamas- some flannel pants that you might have called him an old man for another night. But tonight, when he shakes and his leg spasms as he finally strips his pants, you resist. 

You don’t comment on his laboured breathing when he leans back against the chair, and you simply scooch closer until you’re enclosed by his knees. His hand reaches forward, threading into your tousled hair and pulling it, gently enough to drag your eyes up to his.

House stares down his nose at you, and you remain like that for a moment, staring at each other. You could stare at him forever, you think. Study the lines of his face and the blues of his eyes for your whole life, the same way a cartographer memorises the planes and the dips of a landscape or a crazed artist obsesses over the cool blue of the ocean. Memorise the notch in his brow or the lines under his eyes or the sharp slope of his cheekbone.

A smile tugs at his lips. “You are gorgeous.”

Your brow crinkles. “Now you’re only saying that because I’m on my knees.”

His hand tightens at the roots of your hair, and his grip is more sharp. “You’ll believe me. Eventually. It’ll take me fucking that insecurity out of you and maybe getting Wilson to join, but it’ll work.”

You laugh, cheeks aflame. “‘You sure you could handle that? Last I checked you hated the idea of me taking on Chase by myself, let alone your buddy.”

His jaw ticks, and you can’t tell if his sharp inhale is his pain or the mention of Chase. “That’s because Chase is a snot-nosed ‘yes-man’.”

You roll your eyes half-heartedly. “Stop with the squabbling and let me work.”

His hand loosens at your head, and you lean forward, gingerly smoothing the cream down his bare leg. House flinches at the touch, and you hear him grunt when your fingers trail over the silvery mass gouged out of his thigh. You work gently, and even softer when the grip on your hair tightens, stinging your scalp, and his breath racks through his chest, leaving him heaving. You massage the heated cream into his skin, working in circles and with both hands, pushing into the surrounding muscle and working it into the silvery scar. When it’s absorbed, and his thigh is warm to the touch, you continue working him with your hands, pushing down on the muscle and easing back in a soft massage. 

House swallows above you. “I think this is better than the blowjob.”

You smile up at him, mockingly. “Really?”

His head falls back against the chair, and he groans. You clench your legs at the way the sound makes your core tighten, and focus on ensuring your hands continue to work. “Actually, we should do both to test it.”

You laugh at his hopeless attempt, and his head tilts back down as he looks at you. “How’d you learn this? I’ve had masseuses do much worse.”

You narrow your eyes in a faux-glare, applying more pressure to his thigh. “I thought you knew everything about me.”

His hands abandon your hair, and he runs them through his own hair, his adams apple bobbing as he does so. “There’s always things to learn. I didn’t know what you were like in bed, and now I know you’re a slutty little thing that loves to-”

“I got a certificate in massage therapy,” You cut him off. “While I was studying. It was easy enough and I thought it would come in useful if I ended up flunking out of being a doctor.”

“You? Flunking out? In your dreams- or nightmares, I suppose.”

You shrug softly. “It’s always good to have a back-up plan.”

He chuckles. “By that logic, what was your backup plan for your backup plan?”

“Get a sugar daddy.”

House’s eyes drop to yours immediately, searching for facetiousness. You simply smirk up towards him and lean forward, pressing a kiss to his thigh. Your staple, you suppose. You couldn’t argue against it. Kissing House’s thigh and getting that pupil-blown reaction was worth it. “Did that help at all?”

He blinks. “You can kiss it again and I’ll tell you. Or I have something else you can kiss.”

You ease your massage, now only working softly and lightly. “I meant the massage.”

His blue eyes are soft when he gazes down at you, staring at you appreciatively.. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Do you want me to get you some vicodin too?”

He sighs fully. “I could kiss you, you addict-enabling goddess.”

You roll your eyes, easing yourself to your feet. House leans forward as if shocked by the separation of your hands from his thigh, and you stand between his legs, letting your hands rest on his cheeks. They must reek of the cream, but he makes no move to resist you as you rub your thumbs against his stubble and trace the edges of his face. His shirt falls past the apex of your thighs, but his hands reach forward, slinking under the material and grasping your arse. You gasp, and move closer to him, his face coming closer to your breasts.

He squeezes your cheeks, fingers digging into the supple flesh. He gazes up at you, drinking in your reaction and hiss when his hand slaps against your arse, leaving a stinging sensation and a light, blotchy mark. He does it again, and you nudge into him, gasping lightly. You squeeze your legs together. “That wasn’t a kiss.”

He smirks. “My mistake. I’ll remedy it.”

His hands shift to your hips, gripping them and tugging you down slightly. When you’re lower, one hand reaches up, wrapping around your neck and pulling you towards him. It’s a bit awkward at that angle, but you bring yourself closer, lower, until you’re level with him. He leans forward, placing his lips against yours, and your hands move from his face to run through his hair as he deepens the kiss. He licks against your teeth and you give into him, letting him explore your mouth as his hand threads into your hair, pinning you in place. He’s warm and he’s demanding and he’s House, and you feel your core tighten.

When you pull apart, you rest your forehead against his, sucking in air. “I’ll go get your pills.”

“Forget about ‘em.” He says, trying to drag you back to his lips. You laugh, and pull back, and he lets you step back, away from him.

When you return, and pass him two pills, to which he glares at you mockingly for not bringing him the whole container, you retreat back to bed. You feel his eyes on your bare legs, and especially on the rosy print on your arse. You tug the blankets up and gaze at House as he throws back the pills and groans. He thumbs his glass, finishing the dregs of his drink, and then he lifts his head and stares at you with his cool eyes. 

You’re back to where you started. This time, you find the words.

“Come here, House.”

He furrows his brow. “And if I don’t? You’ll… what? Tie me up and make me?”

You roll your eyes in mirth. “Turn the lamp off and come to bed. Please.”

His cool gaze remains on you, and it’s almost calculating- weighing the pros and cons, the possibilities and the certainties of what your request entails. But maybe it’s the light yawn you let out, or the bleary blink of your eyes, or the not so subtle inhale of his shirt. Whatever it is, House’s gaze softens, and he reaches over, flicking off the lamp.

You can’t see anything as your eyes adjust to the sudden darkness, but you can hear him. He still winces when he raises himself to his feet, but the sound is soft and nowhere near his prior pained yelp. He hobbles the slight distance to the bed and there’s the sound of shuffling and twisting sheets and blankets as he gets into the bed.

And then he’s beside you. Here. 

You listen to each others breathing, neither one of you saying a word. Your eyes adjust, and you see the shape of him, darkened and identified by the sharp cut of his cheeks and the whites of his eyes. He’s staring at you too, and you wonder how much he can make out in the dark. Does he see the faded scars on your face or the tilt of your lips? Or does he see further, into you, and see all the thoughts and desires and twisted wants filling your head as you stare at him?

House is the first to break the silence, and does so by scooching closer. “Get over here.”

You chuckle quietly at his demand, but obey, shuffling closer until your arm brushes his. “I never took you as a cuddler.”

Somehow, even in the dark you can tell he’s rolling his eyes. But he doesn’t resist your observation, and rather he slips his hand under you, clinging to your back and drawing you even closer. You swing your arm out, to make sure you don’t suffocate in his shoulder, but more importantly to wrap around him too. There’s more shuffling and twisting from the both of you, but eventually, you find a comfortable position. You’re tucked into his side and his other hand rests on your thigh, drawing you leg across his hip. You ask him if that’s alright, if it hurts his leg, if he’s fine, and he scoffs lightly. “My leg won’t ever stop me from having you this close.” As if to emphasise your position, he rolls his hips forward, dragging himself against your bare core. But even House, it seems, is tired, because he relaxes and takes it no further.

 Both of your hands are wrapped around his waist, and you nuzzle your face into him, inhaling him and the smell of whiskey, detergent, and House. He laughs down at you, softly. “And you said I was the cuddler.”

“‘Shuddup.” You say, but the word is muffled in the fabric of his shirt. You twist your head, and kiss his bicep where his sleeve has risen up. He swallows, and you get the sense the rise and fall of his rib cage stutters.

You drift off like that, clinging to House. His breathing deepens, and as you fall asleep, you feel him shift slightly, before he kisses your head.

[heartsforvin]

if your still taking requests can you do something where Vinnie is being kinda rough and reader scratches his back almost to the point of where it bleeds? it's just been on my mind for a lil while

LOVE ME HARDER

pairing; vinnie hacker x fem!reader

warnings; partial smut, use of pet names (baby, princess, etc), mentions of blood, praise, slight slapping, boner mention, lmk if i missed anything !

summary; the pleasure just feels too good and you have to show it

“shit, vin, fuck,” you moan as his thrusts become deeper. “right there.”

vinnie was being a little bit more rough with you than usual, but you didn’t mind it. with your legs wrapped around him as he fucks into you hard, your nails graze down his back at the pleasurable feeling.

“yeah you like that, baby? like how good i fuck you?” he asks, smashing his lips to yours before you answer, drowning out your moans.

you nod after he pulls away from you, locking your legs tightly around him as his actions become more rough.

“shit, princess,” vinnie groans when he feels your nails dig deep into his back. “gonna draw blood.”

you’re too out of it to know exactly what he’s saying, instead just moaning and clutching into your boyfriends skin.

vinnie watches as your tits bounce with each hard thrust he makes, smiling down at you as they do.

he watches as you dig your head into the pillow and start letting out a string of curse words. he knew you were close.

“you gonna be a good girl and cum for me, pretty?” he asks, keeping his movements rough.

when you don’t answer you feel a smack against one of your tits, making you cry out at the feeling.

“yes, so close.” you whine, scratching at your boyfriends back.

vinnie’s thrusts become harsher as he reaches down to rub at your clit. “cum for me, baby.” he tells you.

with one final thrust you’re cumming on his cock, moaning out his name while marking his back in the process.

vinnie follows quickly behind, grunting at the feeling of your nails on his skin once again. “damn, babe.” he laughs after coming down from his high.

he gently rolls you over and you lay on your back while you watch him stand up.

“you fucked up my back,” vinnie says as he looks in the mirror and runs his fingers along the scratch marks. “that good, huh?”

you hide your face in a pillow, embarrassed at the fact you got a little carried away.

“shouldn’t have gone so rough.” is all you say with a shrug, making vinnie laugh.

he walks over to the bed and climbs in, wrapping you up in his arms as he kisses your forehead.

“remind me to wear a tshirt to the gym with the guys for awhile, i don’t need them asking shit.” he tells you, and you make a mental note of it.

it was probably a dumb thing to say, knowing that the guys have probably seen the aftermath of your guys’ time alone.

“they definitely know already, but i’ll remind you.” you tell him, a smile and giggle followed behind.

vinnie rolls over to grab something off his bedside table and you gasp, covering your mouth.

he rolls back onto his back and looks at you. “what’s so funny?” he questions.

you laugh but cover your mouth again. “how did i not draw at least a bit of blood, jeez.”

tackling you with his body, he lies on top of you and covers your face in kisses. you grab his shoulders then move your hands down his back.

you hear vinnie hiss and quickly move your hands, apologizing after.

“i love you, vin. im sorry for scratching you so hard.” you tell him, kissing him softly.

vinnie smiles against your lips, cupping your cheek as he leans in to kiss you. you tease him and push your hips up to feel him against you.

“gonna get me hard again, stop.” vinnie warns, but you just smile and do it again.

vinnie groans and grabs your ass, kissing you roughly. “wanna go again?” he asks.

you nod your head with a smile and vinnie moves down to tease himself against you.

“see if you can really make me bleed this time.” he tells you before capturing your lips with his as your arms wrap around him for the second time that night.

hiii , working on all my drafted requests atm , i’m so sorry this took years to post ):

but i hope you enjoyed and it lived up to what you wanted !!!

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