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Hey hey! Iâve recently come across your blog and I just adore your writing.
Iâm a sucker for Hannie catching feelings, being nervous, and flustered when he likes someone.
So Iâm really interested in your take on Jisung getting ready for his first date with y/n. Whatâs going on in his head? Where does he take her? Is it a night in or a night out?
Does he kiss her? I really want him too. I wanna know it unfolds.
Iâm just feeling so lovey dovey and warm and fuzzy over him đ„°đ„°đ„°
THIS IS SO CUTE???? I imagine heâs SO NERVOUS for the first date, like what if he messes up? what if he says the wrong thing?
word count: 1k
genre: han jisung x female reader, fluff fluff fluff
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Jisung holds yet another shirt in front of him, scrutinizing his appearance in the mirror. Donât overthink this. Sheâs literally just coming over for dinner.
It was actually you who had suggested the date, looking much more confident than he felt. Heâs positive that he scrambled up his words in his eagerness to agree, much to his embarrassment, but you seemed to have gotten the point. In his defense, itâs quite hard to form a cohesive sentence when youâre smiling at him like that.
Wiping his clammy hands on his jeansâ should he have worn jeans? Would sweats be better?â Jisung finally decides on a simple black tee. (after a brief internal game of eenie meenie of course.)
Deciding on the location of the date was the easy part. Both of you are big homebodies, preferring the familiarity and sanctity of home rather than a loud, public place. The hard part was choosing whose house to have it at. After much âproductive debateâ it was decided that the date would take place in his apartment, and you would bring the food.
As if on cue, four sharp knocks are heard at the door right as Jisung finishes arranging his hair just so.
He restrains himself from booking it to the door, decidedly clamping down on the sudden spark of butterflies let loose in his gut.
Upon answering the door, he is immediately at a loss for words. Again. Honestly, he is much better at expressing his feelings in lyrics rather than actually saying them out loud.
You just look so⊠Perfect. The way your eyes crinkle up as you greet him with that smile, the slight crookedness of your jacket paired with your cheeks, rosy from the November cold. He really hopes you canât hear the way his heart picked up just now.
âSo you gonna let me in or what?â You chuckle, eyes dancing with amusement, âThis takeout isnât going to eat itself you know.â
âOh! Yeahâ right!â Jisung stumbles, âCome in, uh⊠make yourself at home.â The takeout bag crinkles as he takes it from you, allowing you to kick off your shoes and hang up your jacket.
His gaze jumps from the oversized tee that frames your figure just so, to the hint of a cute little pleated skirt peeking from underneath the hem. Immediately, he jerks his attention back up to your face, albeit not before you noticed him checking you out. He can feel the tips of his ears burn as you raise your eyebrows and send him a sweet little smile.
Yeah, youâre trying to kill him.
Thankfully, dinner went smoothly, as Jisung had finally managed to get his mouth and brain on the same wavelength (except when you had gotten a bit of sauce just under your lip, and instead of letting you know he kind of just stared at it.)
After the dishes had been put away and an impromptu acapella performance of âSugarâ by Maroon 5 had been performed, you two end up sat on the couch with a blanket, scrolling through Netflix for something interesting to watch.
Settling on a penguin documentary, Jisung flicks off the overhead lights before settling back down on the couch with you. Heâs careful to keep a bit of space between your legs and his, not wanting to come off too strong. He wants to hold you close and run his hand through your hair. He wants to feel the pulse of your wrist flutter underneath his fingertips, the curve of your bone beneath your skin. He wants to. So badly. But he wonât, not yet. Youâd probably think heâs weird.
So, when you scoot your butt towards him so your hips touch and lean your head to rest on his shoulder, itâs safe to say Jisung was a bit surprised. So much so that in fact instead of reciprocating the motion at all, he freezes in place. He scarcely dares to breathe, in fear that the slightest movement from him might cause you to move off him like a skittish cat.
Upon realizing you donât have any plans of moving any time soon, he takes a deep breath before wrapping his arm around you, pulling you to lean on his chest rather than his shoulder.
He can feel your smile as you sigh and snuggle into him, and he thinks his heart might burst. The nervousness of earlier, the jumbled thoughts, the need to act just right, all dissipates now that youâre here in his arms. Your physical presence against him is like a cup of hot cocoa while a snowstorm rages outside. A sudden lull in the throes of chaos that ever-consume his actions.
It was 1:00 am by the time you needed to head home. Passionate discussions on the gender roles of penguins can sometimes take a while alright?
As he accompanies you to the door, he momentarily pouts to himself that you canât stay over. Woah, Jeez. Slow down. Itâs the first date.
Before he could hug you goodbye, youâre tugging on his shirt collar dragging him down to plant a kiss on his cheek. Pulling away, you giggle at the shocked look he gives you. Jisungâs face feels hot, and without thinking, he hooks an arm around your waist, drawing you flush against him. Looking into your eyes for permission, he dips down, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss.
Itâs brief, but those three seconds feel like a lifetime to Jisung. Youâre so soft, so perfect, so you. Everything falls right into place, a perfect puzzle woven from the strings of the tapestry called life.
You pull away and boop him on the nose.
âNext time, itâll be at my place.â
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đȘđđđđđđ»đŸđ: 'Affirmations' àŒàż MinLix
‷ Mirror Sex | Worship | Handjob
â± word count: 1.4k
â± warnings: MxM(Member x Member), dom!Minho x sub!Felix, talk about body image issues + 1 negative comment about Felixâs looks (ill curse your bloodline.), minho calls himself daddy once hehe, worship, praise, hand job, blowjob mentions (both receiving), cum eating (?), mirror "sex"
â± notes: i actually really like this? i hope felix knows how fucking beautiful he is
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âSay it again.â Minhoâs voice is breathy and almost desperate as he mumbles the command into Felixâs ear. The younger boy shivers in front of him in response and whines in defiance, shaking his head.
âCâmon, baby~ I just want to hear you repeat that bullshit again.ïżœïżœïżœ Minhoâs rough hands caress up and down Felixâs arms and he can feel the boyâs resolve caving with every inch he covers. But itâs not until Minhoâs hand trails down to the younger manâs dripping cock and squeezes that he fully caves, doing so with a quiet sob.
âI-I didnât say anything, hyung.â He pouts deeply and cranes his neck slightly to meet the elderâs narrowed eyes, âI⊠I just agreed with a comment about how I looked rather⊠unattractive.â Minho hums in response and starts moving his hand again, holding a tight grip on Felix and slowly jerking him off.
âAnd why did you agree with that? Surely my pretty baby doesnât actually think heâs ugly? Right?â Felix visibly gulps at the question and darts his eyes between the two boba ones that are staring into his soul so aggressively. âHmm?â
âI⊠I donât knowâŠâ Minho could tell the boy was lying right away and he sighs loudly before letting go of his cock and pushing against his lower back. Felix has no time to react before heâs pushed onto his knees, and heâs immediately falling onto his hands after losing his balance from the sudden movement.
He lays his forehead on the sheets and closes his eyes with a whine, needy for Minhoâs touch but slightly ashamed of the situation at the same time. The older man doesnât give much thought to the action and lands a series of small, warning smacks to Felixâs ass.
âDo you really think that, Jagi?â Felix stays quiet until Minho lands a mean smack to his ass, causing him to yelp.
âI⊠Sometimes?â His voice is shaky, it's obvious heâs trying to hold back tears. Minho almost has half a mind to stop everything to comfort the man below him, but he has other ways of making him feel better. And he would argue that his best idea ever comes when he meets his own eyes in the mirror across the room.
âCome.â He softly commands Felix, and the younger listens immediately. He pushes himself up on shaky hands and takes deep breaths as he stands to his feet with shaky legs. Minho leads him to the mirror, standing Felix directly in front of it before standing behind him.
Felix frowns at his reflection and tries to look away, but Minho catches his chin and forces him to look forward. He takes the chance to look the younger up and down, not so discreetly licking his lips as he takes in the drool-worthy view in front of him.
Felixâs whole body is a light shade of red, both from the embarrassment of being completely naked while Minho is still mostly dressed as well as from the pleasure of having his cock played with. Minhoâs eyes catch the various freckles that litter his body, and he makes a note to cover those areas with his own kind of marks later on.
âHyungâŠâ Felixâs deep voice meets Minhoâs ears and his eyes snap up to the mirror. He raises an eyebrow curiously and watches as Felix leans back on him in response, wrapping his small hands around Minhoâs veiny ones and laying them flat on his own thighs.
Minho knows what he wants, but heâs not willing to give it just yet. He has a point to prove right now. But for now, to avoid any emotional dams breaking, he starts massaging Felixâs thighs and nuzzles into his neck, allowing him the affection that will keep him grounded. He places a few soft kisses around his neck before leading the kisses up to the back of Felixâs ear, making him shiver and close his eyes.
âMy sexy boy⊠Such a shame that he doesnât see it.â Minhoâs hands slowly and teasingly trail up Felixâs sides, squeezing the flesh there every few seconds. Felix whines and grinds back against Minhoâs bulge only to be held tightly in place.
âSay it.â
âHuh?â Felixâs eyes crack open and meet Minhoâs sharp ones in the mirror. He furrows his eyebrows when Minho doesnât respond, not fully understanding what he wants.
âSay it. I want you to say that youâre sexy.â Felix gulps and frowns. âIf you wonât see how beautiful you are, Iâll have to fuck it into you. But only after you admit how sexy you are.â
âHyuung-â
âCâmon, bbokie⊠Give Daddy what he wants, and heâll give you everything you want.â Minho watches with a smirk as Felix weighs his options and, considering heâs not really given many, he gives in rather quickly.
âIâmâŠsexy..?â
âAre you asking me or are you telling me?â Felix groans and rolls his head back onto Minhoâs shoulder. âRepeat after me, baby.â
âYouâre beautiful.â Felix hesitates but once Minhoâs hand forces his chin forward again, he follows along.
âIâm beautifulâŠâ
âLouder. And look at yourself when you say it.â Felix frowns but listens immediately, repeating himself louder and looking his reflection in the eyes as he says it. Minho nods and places a kiss on his shoulderblade.
âYour whole body is sexy; your arms, your legs, your stomach.â
âMy arms, legs, and stomach are sexy.â Minho grants him another kiss on his shoulder and moves his hand to Felixâs dripping cock. Despite his protests, his cock is harder than before and drips with precum from the positive affirmations.
âYour cock is pretty.â Felixâs eyes drop to between his legs and he watches Minho trace circles into his inner thighs.
âMy- My cock is pretty.â Minho smiles and places a kiss on Felixâs neck right as his hand wraps around his cock. He starts slowly stroking him again, this time with a stronger grip. Felix moans and his eyes flutter shut momentarily when Minhoâs thumb slides across his leaking slit.
âIâm proud of you and how far youâve come in life.â
âIâm proud of myself and how far Iâve come.â Minhoâs hand speeds up and Felix keens when his stomach starts to clench.
âYour body deserves love and respect. As it is.âÂ
âMy body deserves love and respect as it is⊠HyungâŠâ Minho smiles and drops to his knees, settling himself on his calves on Felixâs side and placing kisses on his hip bone.
âYouâre doing so well, baby. One more for me, ok?â Felix nods eagerly and tangles his hands in Minhoâs hair, tugging it lightly and making Minho moan quietly. âYou are important, strong, and drop-dead gorgeous.â Felixâs thighs tense up and he takes a second to breathe before repeating, his orgasm dangerously close.
âIâm- Iâm important, strong, and- fuck!â Felix whines and bites down on his free hand when Minho wraps his lips around his tip, sucking harshly as he moves his hand eagerly. His eyes narrowed at the way Felix missed a word, but the boy did well enough for his liking for him to grant him his wish
His free hand sneaks to Felixâs ass and he kneads the muscle there appreciatively as he angles Felixâs slightly sideways. He cums soon after thanks to Minho humming around him, his hips bucking and his legs shaking as he tries to hold his body weight up as he cums. Minho looks up just in time for Felixâs eyes to flutter open, and he moans louder even louder when their eyes meet.
Once heâs finished coming down, Minho rises to his feet and wraps his arms around Felix. He pulls the younger into him with a tight grip on his hips and pulls him into a kiss, letting him taste himself on his tongue.
âLet me repay you, hyung. For treating me so well.â Felix looks up at him under his eyelashes and, despite how dedicated he was to his goal earlier, Minho is not as strong as he thought he was. And Felixâs shiny, pleading eyes are all too convincing, so he quickly agrees.Â
He smirks to himself when Felix pushes him onto the bed and drops to his knees, giving Minho a nice view of his bare backside in the mirror. His smile stays plastered on his face even as Felixâs small hands sneak into the hem of his sweats and pull them down. His cock twitches at the devious little smile on the younger manâs face, and he can already tell itâs going to be a long night.
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As one
Warning â ïž; None, for once
Pairing; Barry Allen/Male!Reader
Summary; Barry wasn't the only speedster made that night; there were you as well. But what no one saw coming was the bond that was created between you.
Note; a little Barry/male reader story for y'all! I wanted some soulmate like story so I made one!
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Eversince that storm, eversince you were hit by lightning, you were able to run faster than anyone else. So fast that you could run on water and on the faces of buildings. You had to be careful still to not burn your clothes or shoes and needed to eat enough calories to not pass out.
But there was something else happening. Each time you ran, you felt a pull as if someone or something was trying to call you somewhere. Like a magnet while you were a piece of metal. It was a longing for something you didn't know, like a piece of you was missing.
One day, you couldn't take it anymore and just ran. You ran following the pull and didn't stop, no matter how many rivers or forests you traversed. It wasn't long until you reached a city you heard of months ago; Central City.
There, the pull was stronger, almost asphyxiating.
You walked around, not wanting to use your powers and risk being discovered. The city was calm, especially at night. It felt strangely familiar to you like a scene from a dream.
You soon found a small apartment and a good job, allowing you to live there until you understood what had pulled you there. To your surprise, Central City wasn't a peaceful place. Meta-humans like you often attacked the city as various villains. Sometimes robbers or murderers even both!
And then there was the local hero.
The red flash.
The first time you saw him, you felt the air fill with electricity as if a lightning storm was about to happen. All around you time seemed to freeze as the Flash passed in front of you. For a fraction of a second you thought you shared a look, but before you could confirm he was gone.
After that, you felt empty and cold. Your body would shiver and spam by moment and it was almost as if you were in withdrawal. Which was stupid, you couldn't get drunk and most drugs didn't affect you. It took a few days, but then you were back to normal.
During that time you noticed that the Flash was also missing. He wasn't seen until you felt better. You wondered if it was a coincidence. But it was impossible. Why would the hero be down at the same time as you? Why would you two be down in the first place?
Then you noticed people following you. Three in particular, two men and one woman. They weren't discreet at all and you almost wanted to confront them. Almost. Because one in particular caught your attention; the tallest man. Each time you would come across him you would feel the same electricity as when you saw the Flash.
Then one day you touched and to your surprise, you got electrocuted. A little squeak left you while the man almost jumped away. You stood still, eyeing each other in shock.
- âIâm so sorry! I don't know why that happened.â the stranger said, looking at your hand.
- âIt's fine, but I would like to know why you've been following me around with your friends.â
You almost laughed seeing the expression on the man's face. Clearly, he didn't think you had noticed them. Again, he excused himself profusely which made you laugh this time.
- âWell, can I get the name of my stalker?â You asked amused.
- âBarry, Barry Allen.â The stranger presented himself, passing a hand in his hair awkwardly.
With Barry, you went somewhere more private and he got you some food. As you ate he explained why he and his friends had been following you; they suspected you were a meta-human.
They were right.
For some reason, you trusted Barry immediately and told him everything; how you were hit by lightning and gained superspeed then the strange pull that forced you to come to Central City. To your surprise, Barry had the same story. Exactly the same, except he resisted the pull until the day you first shared a look.
Because Barry was the Flash.
To say you were astonished would be an euphemism.
Why was a hero stalking you? Why was he and his friends curious about your statue as a meta-human? So many questions and they were all worrying to you.
Barry of course saw your reaction and tried to calm you down and reassure you, but no matter how safe you felt with him you couldn't deny how fuck up the situation was. So you did the only sane thing that came to your mind; you ran away.
You didn't expect Barry to follow you, but he did. He ran by your side, begging for you to listen to him. As you danced around each other, running throughout the city, Barry begged for your for forgiveness again, but you didn't want to hear it. You knew he captured villains and you didn't want to end up in a cage.
So you kept running, trying to escape the city and Barry kept following you. It was strange how natural it felt running with him, like breathing. You didn't want it to ever stop and to your surprise, you somehow beat your personal speed record.
The pull was at its strongest too as air filled with more and more electricity. You could feel it crawling on your skin like thousands of spiders. As you looked at Barry, you could tell he felt the same euphoria.
Running with Barry was like a drug and it scarred you.
You stopped in an abandoned building, Barry by your side. You were both panting, but not because you were out of breath, but because of the feeling you got by running by each other side. Barry's pupils were dilated, making his eyes almost fully black and animalistic and you knew you weren't better.
You didn't move when Barry walked closer to you and closed your eyes as he grabbed your arms and pressed your foreheads together. Breathe shivering, you melted against Barry just like he did against you. The pull was gone, leaving only a feeling of unity between Barry and you.
You felt as one with Barry.
- âPlease, come with me. Don't leave, I am begging you to stay with me.â Barry whispered, his breath tickling your lips. âCome with me, I have people to present to you and who are eager to meet you.â
- âOkay⊠okayâŠâ You replied, voice barely audible.
S.T.A.R. Labs were different that what you had imagined. The building was huge but empty and it felt as if you were walking in an open tomb. People have died because of this place just like others have become meta-humans like you. Criminals and Heroes rising because of a preventable explosion.
Barry stood by your side as you walked the empty corridors and he didn't leave your side as he introduced you to his friends. Caitlin and Cisco had a good sense of being ashamed and remorseful when you pointed out that you knew they had been following you. Even with their actions, you still found them friendly.
Cisco won you when he showed you the suit he made just for you. The same as the Flash but in a different colour. With it, you'll be able to run as fast as you want without ruining your clothes or shoes. You would be able to assist Barry as a hero.
But the one person who caught your attention was Dr Wells.
Unlike with Barry, the man gave you the creeps and you wanted nothing more than to run as far away from him as possible. The way he looked at you and Barry made you uncomfortable. He was like a predator wondering what prey to devour first. Yet you could only stay as he hypothesized about the bond between you and Barry.
- âYou two are like magnets, attracting each other and amplifying your capacities. Fascinating!â He had said, sending shivers down your spine. âYou two must have connected by being struck by lightning at the same time. I wonder how deep that bond goes.â
Feeling your uneasiness, Barry had taken you to his place. Meeting Joe West was a pleasure and the man welcomed you with open arms as he knew about Barry's second identity. No, the only one who met you with hostility was his daughter Iris. Even tho she was seeing someone, you could see the jealousy and envy in her eyes.
She didn't approve of you and let it be known even if Barry and you weren't nothing yet. You knew right then that she loved Barry more than a âbrotherâ no matter if she was promised to someone else. But you didn't care. Barry had only eyes for you just like you for him.
Everyone knew that with time you two would let your relationship evolve. If for now, you were friends and partners, soon you would be more. You just wanted to take the time to learn about each other, not wanting to let the bond force you together and that was the best decision you could make.
And no matter the adversity you had each other back and stood as one against the world.
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Anyway, didn't find the vase painting I was looking for, but I did find one where Apollo is offering a flower to Hermes :D
(Hermes is behind the horses btw, just letting you know cause it took me a whole 10 seconds to figure that out)
#apollo#hermes#Apollo: *gives Hermes a flower*#Athena: seriously? right in front of my chariot?#what will Hermes do? accept the flower and put it in a vase at his home?#or would he take it and immediately try to eat it right in front of Apollo?#could go either way honestly#there's one with a very similar scene but it's Apollo offering a flower to Demeter (or Persephone)#of course giving flowers would be his love language amirite#hermapollo#best bros#vase painting#mine
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katsuki is pissed the fuck off.
it doesn't take a rocket scientist to tell. whenever he's angry he makes it extremely obvious and most of the time it becomes everyone's problem. but it's weird to you because he was fine like, 5 seconds ago.
until 5 seconds ago he'd gotten back from buying groceries for the class and kissed you on the forehead as a greeting. he'd even brought the oranges you'd begged him to get last minute because you'd randomly been craving them, even after saying he wouldn't (but you both knew he would.)
but now he's pissed, and you have no idea why.
he's not saying anything either, but he keeps huffing and clicking his tongue every once in a while, fist pressed hard against his cheek and his jaw locked tightly chewing on the little piece of the own orange he'd been eating and finished a bit ago.
you keep munching on your piece of orange as you stare at him, and then you poke at his cheek. he grunts, shooing your hand away and leaning away from you.
"what's got you so grouchy ?" you tilt your head with a raised brow, he scoffs. readjusting his leg on the couch. you fight the urge to roll your eyes. he's ignoring you now ?
"katsuki."
silence.
"katsukiii-"
"it's nothin'." he growls, huffing through his nose.
this time you do roll your eyes "sure, that's why you're being all cranky." slowly, you inch towards his spot on the couch where he'd secluded himself away. he hasn't left the room and he doesn't react to you getting closer besides a slight side eye, so you know he's probably just being dramatic.
his nose scrunches up at your wording and he pretends he doesn't notice you lifting his arm up to lay in them. he doesn't comment on how he almost immediately changes his position to make you more comfortable.
"m'not cranky." he spits, eyebrows contorting and a pout settles onto his face "not a baby."
could've fooled me you think, but you decide against actually saying it. you're smile widens when his eyes narrow once he meets yours, he pinches your side "quit starin' at me."
"katsukiii. what's got your panties in a bunch ?" you coo and katsuki gives you the most repulsed look you've ever seen him make.
"don't ever say that ever again, i'm so fucking serious." he groans at your giggling, leaning his head away and shoving his palm in your face to get away from you like he couldn't just leave the room instead of actively pulling you closer to him. really, could've fooled you.
"ya didn't let me peel yer orange for you.." he mumbles grumpily.
you blink up at him "..what ?"
eyebrows furrowing just at the memory, he continues "was gone for three seconds to put away the damn groceries an' here you go, prancing around me, throwin' your peel away in the trash right in front of me."
oh, wow.
"katsuki. really ?"
"you know i always do it for you. yn." he sasses.
"that's why you were so mad at me ?" your giggles muffled by him pressing your head into his shoulder in a headlock.
"you were busy !" you fight weakly.
"so ? if you've got shit to do you come to me, i woulda done it in two seconds. peeling oranges doesn't take that long, dummy."
you keep giggling as you try to fight him off before you hear him snort and he releases you.
as stupid as it may sound, katsuki isn't the best when it comes to letting his affection be known through words, so you know how much acts of services, as small as they are, mean to him.
you sometimes forget how much he loves to do little things for you. throwing away your little candy wrappers, or already unwrapping your ice cream for you. or absentmindedly fixing up and sorting out your desk, or bookshelf when he sees your manga out of order or sticking out too much. the little ways he cares for you make your heart flutter. you smile up at him and offer him a piece of orange. he scowls at it.
"don't want your stupid orange." he mutters childishly, but you don't have enough time to pull away to eat it yourself before he grips your wrist. bringing it up to his mouth to eat it anyway. you roll your eyes with a fond smile.
"i'll be sure to leave the orange peeling to you from now on." you jest. he grunts in approval, softly chewing on the slice of juicy orange before patting your wrists, signalling he wants more. and you snort, but you still hand him another piece. his warm grip on your wrist remains even though he could very well just take it out of your hands. he hums again when the taste kicks in.
"you better, i mean it. otherwise it's your funeral."
thank my lovely lovely moot @kovu-bunnbunn for this lovely idea ! tysm twin ! :3
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silky shorts and stained shirts
when best friend!minho sees fem!reader in revealing clothes for the first timeâŠ
genre: smut n fluff
warnings: masturbation, perversion, dom/sub fantasies. minors, do not interact!!
w.c.: 2.1k
minho often visits your place unannounced. at some point you just gave him a key and he gladly takes advantage of it. just like today.
minho just got back from dance practice and decided to raid your apartment for some food since he forgot to do groceries and he's feeling too lazy to do them now.Â
âY/N!!!â he announces his arrival, strolling through the door like itâs his place like always.
the apartment is too silent. he figures youâre not home yet. you had a lecture around this time so he wasnât really expecting you to be here.
he opens your pantry in attempts of finding something quick to eat but clicks his tongue at the lack of food that greets him. seems like you didnât do your groceries too. he heads to the fridge, hoping for a miracle, and his eyes practically sparkle at seeing a cup of his favorite pudding.
he opens it up, a joyous look resting on his face like a child finding a hidden stack of candy. he makes himself comfortable on your couch, happily chewing on the sweet treat while turning on the television.
he laughs to himself. youâd definitely be annoyed at him for eating your dessert.
deciding to be even more annoying, he gets his phone and takes a video of himself happily munching on the pudding he stole.
ânomnomnomnom.â he chews in front of the camera tauntingly and sends you the video with a mischievous grin on his face.
âding!â what the hell? the unexpected notification sound coming from your room makes him jump. he gets off the couch and goes to your room to inspect. he already guesses you're probably in there, choosing sleep over attending a minor class. it has happened too many times. you'll always regret it afterwards. he'll definitely scold you for skipping your lecture.
minho opens the door, ready to wake you up, and his heart just drops to his belly.
there you are, in deep sleep, in the thinnest shorts heâs ever seen you in. he hasn't even seen you in any piece of clothing that stops above halfway of your thigh. the loose strap of your camisole had fallen off your shoulder. your legs are tangled with the blanket, one of it hitched over the material, and his knees almost buckle at the bit of cleavage your position subjected you to.
youâre a restless sleeper. he has a whole album in his phone of you in weird positions while asleep. he playfully threatens you that heâll post some on your birthday when you annoy him with your antics but he never does, wanting to keep the funny and adorable sight to himself.
although what heâs seeing right now is not funny at all. his cock twitches in his pants almost immediately. he blinks three or four times in shock before he finally closes your door, cursing at himself and running to the bathroom.
since when did you look like that?
had your thighs always looked that fucking soft? he groans at the apparent feeling of his sweatpants getting tighter. he has to collect himself.
but he wants to grab your thighs... spread you for him maybe. youâd look so pretty. would you shiver if he touches you higher? and your titsâŠ
âshit.â
he now has an erection in your bathroom, right after staring at your exposed body for much longer than he should have (not long enough, he thinks and buries deep), and right after eating the last cup of pudding you had.
what a horrible friend he is.
he sighs and palms himself. yeah, heâs horrible. heâll buy you two extra cups of pudding later but he has to take care of his problem for now before he loses his mind.Â
he bites his lip, trying to keep quiet as he pushes his pants down. he palms his twitching cock and hisses.
minho gathers all the shame left in him and turns on your faucet to muffle the sounds he knows heâs gonna make eventually. upping your water bill while he jacks off to the thought of your sleeping form...
what a damn horrible friend.
he gently gathers the pre-cum from his tip and spreads it over his cock. he groans. donât think about her, donât think about her, donât think about her⊠he repeats it in his head as if his cock will listen.
shit, your bathroom smells like you, of course. his cock jumps at the memory of your smell, now invading his senses, and he gives up on trying to be decent and just closes his eyes, thinking of you sprawled out so vulnerable and pretty.Â
heâs squeezes the base and he strokes. his thoughts go back to your thighs. your perfect fucking thighs⊠shit, if he could only push them together and fuck his cock in between them. would you squirm? he bets you will. you canât even take a massage without squirming. you'll squirm on it, alright.
he keeps the pace rather slow, trying to make the fantasy last as long as possible. he decides he can feel guilty about it all he wants after.Â
he's sure youâd go shy on him. youâd whine and complain about it being too big. he squeezes at the base. heâd coo at you. maybe heâll grind it on your pussy first. he bets youâll really squirm at that. but heâll keep you in place. heâll hold your thighs down. fuck. your soft fucking thighs. he grips himself harder.Â
he wonât take your cute little shorts off. heâll push the fabric aside and rub his heavy cock on you. youâd be so fucking wet, he thinks. so wet for him. he strokes a bit faster. he hopes youâd be so fucking sensitive too. heâd tap it on your clit. no- he groans. heâll slap it on you. you'd whine so prettily, won't you? moan his name with your gentle voice? you'd get wetter. he'll make sure of it. he'd spread you and fucking hump his cock on your cunt for all he's worth. you would be so fucking wet. shit.Â
youâd cry and tell him you're too sensitive. he'd hum in your ear, âpoor babyâ, in the sweetest fucking tone youâve heard. but he wonât stop. you don't want him to. heâll push his cock on it harder. you would grip onto his thighs, whimpering like a good girl.
minho's hand cramps from his harsh strokes. he switches to his other hand and tugs on it at a faster pace. you'd drool and bite on your lips, he can almost taste it. he decides he'll pull down the other strap of your top until your tits fall out. he keeps up the pace. heâs almost there. he'll fondle them. he knows theyâre soft too. they'll be so soft and perfect in his rough palms. heâd pinch and squeeze and hold and fucking grope while his dick runs over and over your clit. youâd keep whining about how itâs too much. too sensitive. too intense. but youâll love it, won't you? you'll beg him for more. heâll laugh at you all sweet and condescending. âcanât even take it and iâm just rubbing on you? can this pretty pussy even handle me inside?â you'll pout at him for that and he'll follow eventually.
heâd keep playing with your tits. he'd use his mouth eventually. licking and sucking on it. youâll try to muffle your sounds but you wouldnât be able to. no, not when his cock would still be all over your messy cunt. he pants, biting on his lip. heâs almost fucking there. heâd take things further. maybe bite on your nipple while twisting and tugging the other one. then he'll do it. oh, you'll scream so good when he rams himself inside you without warning. you'll be latching onto him, clenching and whimpering and cumming fucking hard on his cock.
minho cums right after his image of you. his vision blurs. itâs dizzying. hot liquid squirts all over his shirt, coating his hand. goodness, thereâs a lot of fucking cum. he leans back on the door with a sigh, cock out and softening, guilt still far away after having one of the hardest orgasms heâs ever had.
a moment passes and he washes his hands. he washes his face too. his red ears and neck was an embarrassing sight. he gathers himself, and there it is. the guilt.
he realizes he made a mess of his shirt. he needs to get his shit together. he wonât risk the possibility of you seeing him in his cum-stained shirt. minho comes out of the bathroom, shirt in his hand. heâll just quickly grab one of his hoodies in your closet.Â
he enters your room, glaring hard at the closet like it's a life and death situation. he tiptoes across your room, not risking to look at you again.
he reaches the cabinet handle. quickly and quietly, he takes a hoodie. success.
âminho?â your gentle voice startles him out of his internal battles at the moment. âwhy are you naked?â
he puts on the hoodie, still avoiding looking at you while he closes the cabinet.
âspilled something on it.â
you blink. then you stretch while letting out a moan. he takes a deep breath.
you get up from the bed and go outside. he rolls his dirty shirt in his hand and follows you to the kitchen.
fuck. there you are again. youâre bending over, checking the damn fridge and he clenches his jaw so hard it feels like it's gonna break.
âdid you eat my pudding?â you huff at him. he exhales.
âyeah. s-sorry. iâll buy you two afterâ, he says, guilt-ridden, and you just stare at him for 5 seconds. shit, do you know about the other thing? it's not likely..
you laugh. âcalm down. why do you look all pouty?â you think itâs odd. minho would usually poke fun at you for him eating your food. minho just blinks at you. you shrug and you just look for at least a snack.
âi forgot to do groceries⊠i wonât have shit to eat tonightâ, you say, opening your pantry and finding nothing. you open your fridge again, then you open your pantry again as if food will mysteriously appear the second time you do it.Â
heâd make fun of you for it if he wasnât so distracted by your nipples poking through your camisole, the light from the kitchen making it visible and inviting. nope. you deserve the courtesy of him being normal.
he grips his dirty shirt that heâs still somehow holding onto. you donât even seem to care about your little attire. you're so comfortable in his presence and here he is he feels warmth pool in his belly again. he blinks and stares at your face instead.
ây-yeah. i have to do groceries too. how about you go with me later? letâs eat at that new place near uni firstâ, minho says, trying to speak as non-chalant as possible.
âmhm okay. iâm hungry as hell though so letâs go now. iâll just get changedâ, you say as you walk back to your room.
you pass by him and suddenly grab his dirty shirt from him and he panics. he grabs it back a bit aggresively.
âhey! what the-â, you start but he interrupts you.
âsorry. itâs just really dirtyâ, he quickly says, gripping the shirt tightly so you wonât try doing anything again.
âyeah thatâs why iâll put it in the laundry bin. gimme.â you tug at the shirt he's holding while looking at him confused.
âi-i can wash it. besides, youâll steal it from me and i like this shirt very much.â he doesnât. and even if he did. he liked that you took his things. but he puts on a teasing smile anyway so youâll buy his excuses. you just roll your eyes at him with a smile and shut your door to get changed.
minho sighs in relief. he goes outside your apartment to bury the evidence of his... perversions. he tosses the stained shirt into the bin outside, burying it under the other plastic bags.Â
even after destroying evidence, it doesn't make him less guilty of the deed. he'll try not to think about it. it'll be easy. he'll get over it.
he comes back inside your apartment, and there you are again, all pretty in your ridiculous baggy pants and one of his hoodies you stole, all cute with a pout on your face as you frown at your phone when you hear the little ânomnomnomnomâ sound come from it.
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a/n: this is my first fic (drabble?) ever. pls bare with me. i made this account just to read but i got distracted seeing lino's ig story. he's sooooo fucking cute i had to write something. also idrk how to do warnings let me know if there should be something else there (^äșș^)
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thinking about being a new lieutenant working with laswell and getting to meet her a-team, tf141, and immediately clashing with your equivalent. that other lieutenant that wears a fucking costume and glares whenever he sees you, simon fucking riley. (kinda dark, 18+)
you hate him. you hate how good he does in the field. it sickens you when you see how every knife he throws hits its target with disgustingly perfect accuracy. you sneer when he aims his rifle, each bullet going exactly where he wants it to go because he's that fucking good, look at him, big man with a big fucking head and a big--
god, it's so frustrating to be out here for so long. on a cot, so far away from everything, reporting back to laswell and then spending time with a task force who is so intelligent on the field but shares one fucking brain cell off of it.
and it's so lonely. it's so lonely, and you feel so far away, and when you show up in front of ghost's room that evening, you don't even exchange words as he steps aside, letting you slink into the dark of it. you don't speak as he crowds you against the door, as he pushes you up against it, when he reveals the lower half of his face so he can kiss you and taste you in every way he's wanted to since he met you. you're so fucking annoying, you crawl under his skin, and when he tastes you, he sucks, his tongue tracing the inside of your mouth as he tugs his cargo pants just under his cock and hoists you up around his waist.
it's just stress relief, you tell yourself as he fucks you against the rattling door. i just need a little relief, is what you say to yourself as he mumbles against yours lips, gripping the fat of your hips in his big hands and putting his cock to good use. he's not gentle, but you don't want him to be. he's too good at what he does, you were hoping he would have fault in one fucking area of his life, but even like this, he shows you just how well he fucks and just how big he really is, everywhere.
please, please, please--! you beg. he snickers, and it's mean, and he's sucking a warm bruise into your neck when he mutters, "tha'sit, swee'eart. we both know who's really in charge, eh? yeah--yeah, good girl--y'r such a good girl--"
and you are. cum soaked thighs, your mouth still on his when he finally comes, grunting as he fills you so full, it's dripping onto your thighs, onto his, dampening the clothes neither of you bothered to take off. and when you leave, you tell yourself this will never happen again, that ghost will keep this a secret because he hates you just as much, that ghost is discreet and quiet and values his privacy, and if you don't speak of this again, neither will he. it suddenly comforts you how closed off he is.
so it does surprise you when the next morning comes, and you go to sit with your team to eat, that ghost snarls when you try and take a seat beside him. you expect this to be a rude gesture, but you squeak when he grips you around the waist and forces you into his lap. you stiffen, but his sergeants barely bat an eye. the braid of your hair is yanked backwards, and you gasp when you feel his breath against your ear, even through the mask.
"the casual shaggin' sort of deal? not m'thing, luvvie. now eat y'r breckie, swee'eart, 'm fuckin' hungry, and 'm not very patient."
he used to think having one of his sergeant's underneath him was the kind of power-play that got him right off.
wrong.
nothing like fucking a pretty little lieutenant good enough she can't fucking remember how to speak.
#i wrote twice today lmao#idk where this came from i just#get thoughts sometimes and i have to write them#sigh#simon ghost riley#simon riley#simon ghost riley x reader#simon riley x reader#simon riley x you#ghost mw2#ghost cod#ghost call of duty#ghost mwii#ghost x reader#cod#call of duty#simon riley smut#simon ghost riley smut#dark!simon#simon thoughts
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Breed | Kinktober
Satoru x AFAB Reader + Higher Up Suguru
Warnings: Mild dub-con, fucking with the intent of getting pregnant, creampies, pussy eating, voyeurism, drunk sex, use of pet name "princess", Satoru talking you through it, Satoru having a big ass cock ngl hehe, biting
A/N: Day 4... I got really carried away. Lordy lordy... enjoy
WORD COUNT: 6.2K
You swore you didnât hear him right, your eyebrow cocking upwards as you opened your mouth to say something but Satoru beat you to it. âYou want us to do what?â he sounded just as lost as you, face twisted in a grimace as he hoped his best friend would say it was nothing more than a sick joke. âI want the two of you to breed.â Suguru repeated with his easy going smile, eyes shifting between the two very concerned faces before him.Â
Ever since becoming a higher up in the Jujutsu world, Suguru had started to change.Â
âYou⊠youâre joking, right?â You laughed a bit, eyes shifting to the white-haired man beside you to try and see how he was taking it. Sure enough, Satoru looked completely confused, blue eyes scanning his best friendâs face for some kind of inkling that this was all a prank. âIâm not joking, quite the contrary, Iâm dead serious.â Still though, he was smiling, completely unphased. âYeah, bull shit⊠I donât know why youâd think itâs okay to make such aââ
âThe higher ups and I have been discussing things. Since the two of you are undoubtedly the strongest of our generation, we want you two to produce children. We want to know if youâll create sorcerers just as strong, if not stronger than the two of you.â You felt yourself stiffen, immediately off put that he had totally interrupted you to spout the most foul shit youâd ever heard. âWe arenât some fucking experiment.â Satoru stated blandly, arms coming up to splay across the back of the couch you two were sitting on. Suguru still seemed unphased.Â
âI donât see why you two wouldnât accept the offer.â You gasped, feeling Satoru stiffen beside you as Suguru said such blatantly ignorant shit. âWhy wouldn't we accept? We arenât even a couple! Never mind the fact that you want him to breed me like Iâm some bitch in heat?!â you practically screeched, still partially believing this was a sick joke. Suguruâs smile faltered a little now, a crack in his facade that sent a shiver straight down your spine. âYou two would be wise to accept the offer. Iâm giving you a choice. The rest of the higher ups would not.âÂ
âYouâre not giving us a choice.â You immediately countered, mildly aware that Satoruâs arm was lowering a bit, as if to wrap around you protectively. âOh but I am, dear y/n.â His hands clasped in front of him, that smile creeping back up his face as his eyes shut. You both shared a glance, eyes returning to Suguru as he exhaled and opened his eyes again. âEither the two of you fuck and let me watch, or the higher ups will sit in and watch you instead. Iâm giving you the choice to do this comfortably or do this in front of many watching eyes.â
âI decline both options.â Satoru said with an air of annoyance, not willing to subject you to anything you didnât want. âThat is not an option, Satoru.â Suguru immediately countered, eyes shifting over to you. âReally what is the harm in this? You two can have some fun and then go on with your lives.â Suguru tried again, not grasping how this was a huge deal. âYou want me to get her pregnant, Suguru. That is not something you can just move on from.â You remained quiet, still reeling from the fact that Suguru was dead serious. âNot only that but you are looking me dead in the eye and telling me this hypothetical child would be at the whim of the higher ups.â
Suguru knew how strongly Satoru felt about this matter, he had since their high school days. For the man across from you to be so blindly devoted to this inhumane experiment, he must have been brainwashed. âSuguru⊠did they threaten you or something?â Your voice was a little weaker now, Suguru may think the two of you only have two options, but you knew Satoru well enough to know a third. If it came down to life or death, Satoru would choose death. Not of you or himself, but of the hierarchy in the Jujutsu world. You were both strong enough to do it.Â
âNot at all, dear y/n. I just think this would be highly beneficial for not only the two of you but the rest of the jujutsu society. The Gojo clan needs an heir, if you two were to produce a child, it would bind both the Y/L/N clan and Gojo clan together. It would be utterly unstoppable with the two of you at their heads, a perfect child to take the reins when that time comesâŠâ Satoru made a fake gagging sound, lifting his blindfold with one finger to look at Suguru. âDonât tell me you really believe all that bull shit theyâve been feeding you.â Suguruâs calm aura faded completely at that, smile dropping from his face as his eyes became cold.Â
âEither we do it the easy way or the hard way. You fuck each other, or theyâll force it upon you. I, as your friend, implore you two to take the easy route. I mean really, even if she doesnât get pregnant, at least youâll have had a good time, no?â That clicked something in your mind, body straightening a bit as you mulled his words over in your mind. âIâm not going to fuck someone who isnât willing, Suguru.â Satoru sounded completely uninterested now, letting the blindfold snap back into place as you sat up a little more. âSatoruâŠâ you started, turning your body to face him. His head snapped in your direction, the tone of your voice was different.Â
Knowing he could still see you with the blindfold on, you turned your body and pressed yourself a little closer. Carefully, you brought your lips to his ear, using one hand to hide your mouth so Suguru couldnât read your lips. âWhy donât we just play along, Satoru?â You swallowed, face feeling a bit warm as you settled again so he could reply. Much to your surprise, he turned his body so he could lean and whisper against your ear. You half expected him to just blurt his answer out. You held your breath as Satoruâs breath ghosted your ear, large hand easily blocking his face from Suguruâs view. âI donât want to do anything you arenât comfortable with.âÂ
You sigh, letting him move away so you can press your lips to his ear again. âIâm fine with it, we can have fun with each other, canât we?â you pulled away, shrugging your shoulders to say the decision was his. Satoru huffed out a laugh, one arm still draped over the back of the couch as he used the other to pull at his blindfold again. âSuguru, name a time and a place. Weâll entertain your request.â Your heart skipped, trying to remain composed as Suguru gave the two of you a sly smirk. âIâm glad youâve made the right choice, we have a few things to discuss before we decide those main factors Iâm afraid.â Still, he seemed thrilled at the thought.Â
âThen discuss them now, Suguru. If we are doing this, you need to act fast before we change our mind.â you appreciated that Satoru was now speaking for the both of you. It was giving you time to properly sort out your thoughts. âNo need for such hostility, Satoru. I just want to figure out when the best time is for dear y/n. After all, she needs to be ovulating when you do this.â You stifled your shudder, you werenât fond of being discussed like some dog that was about to be bred for his own personal gain. âIâm due to get my period in about two weeks time.âÂ
You were lying, your cycle had just passed. But you knew if you told him you were currently in your ovulation period, the sooner this could be done and over with. âWell would you look at that, I came to you at the right time.â Suguru smiled, clearly he had done a little research beforehand. Beside you, Satoru was visibly confused, clearly having no understanding of a womanâs cycle. Not that you really expected him to in the first place, but you had to admit it was a bit amusing. âIf that is the case, Suguru. Why donât we get this over with, here and now?â you drawled, falling back into the couch and subsequently, Satoruâs arm.Â
âThat works for me, does it work for you, Satoru?â You and Suguru were both looking at him now, a sigh leaving his plump lips before speaking. âYeah, works for me.â Somewhere in the back of his mind he couldnât quite believe you were willing to do this, especially after being so adamant about not wanting to. Something Suguru had said clearly convinced you, though he couldnât be quite sure. âThat settles it then, Iâll treat the two of you to drinks for accepting my offer.â You snorted, pushing yourself up and off the couch. âI expect a lot more than drinks, Suguru.â you patted your skirt, flattening any wrinkles that had formed while sitting.Â
âDinner and sweets!â Satoru added, standing to his full height and stretching dramatically. âWhat he said, Suguru. You owe us big time.â You crossed your arms, watching your long time friend look between the two of you before heaving a sigh. âAlright, fine. Dinner, drinks and sweets.â Satoru cheered triumphantly, slinging an arm over your shoulder as you headed out the door. âOnly one drink for Satoru though, heâs a lightweight and needs to perform.â you couldnât help but snicker, Satoruâs face turning a shade of red as he yelled at Suguru for saying such things.Â
âItâs the truth and you know it, Satoru.â was all you managed, trying your best to keep up with the pace his lengthy legs set. âWhoâs side are you on?!â he pulled you a little closer, nearly crushing you to his side. âI guess I should be on yours, shouldnât I?â you teased, trying to ignore the new found flurry in your heart when you talked to him. But part of you couldnât help but wonder, did he feel it too. Of course you would let your emotions start to toy with your mind, knowing full and well what would happen within a few hours time.Â
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âS-shit⊠oh fuckâŠâ Satoru choked out, blindfold pushed back and sitting on his head like a headband. Your teeth were sinking into the junction between his neck and shoulder, making his hips jerk up against yours. Suguru had cut Satoru off after one drink, the white-hair man getting more than tipsy off of it because of his low tolerance. You, on the other hand, had been three drinks in when Suguru cut you off. Having a better tolerance than Satoru did not equate to you being any less sloppy. Suguru was quickly learning that, eyes wide as he watched the two of you make out on the couch within the hotel room he had rented for the night.Â
You hadnât even made it to the bed, your hands all over each other the moment he swiped the card and the door unlocked. Needless to say, Suguru didnât think he would be in for such a ride. âE-easy! Fuck⊠y/n please!â Satoru whimpered, fingers digging into the flesh on your hips as you bit a little harder. You wanted to taste blood, desperate to leave a permanent mark on the man below you. Though, even in your intoxicated state you still had a heart. You eased up, lapping at the indents on his skin to try and soothe the damage. Satoruâs hips were restless, bucking into yours every few seconds. Each time your clothed cunt met his covered erection, a wave of molten heat spread through your already too hot body.Â
Behind the two of you, Suguru was getting comfortable in the plush chair that sat in the corner of the room. He had only consumed one drink, a buzz settling under his skin but not impairing him enough to let you two have free reign. âDonât you dare waste a drop of his cum, if youâre going to grind on each other like horny teenagers, at least strip.â You audibly whined, looking over your shoulder to glare at Suguru. Though it wasnât threatening at all, you looked like a child trying to intimidate an adult. âYou heard me.â was all Suguru responded with, his tone demeaning as your face flushed. Satoru took your distraction as the perfect opportunity
You gasped, body falling forward against his as his fingers dug into your thighs. Hauling you up, Satoru made quick work of tossing you on the queen size bed, the white sheets quickly crumpling as you fell onto it. âYou heard him, strip.â Satoruâs voice was mocking, and yet he was quickly undoing the top half of his uniform. You rolled your eyes, clearly disgruntled by your dominance being stripped from you. But you couldnât complain, your skin was prickling with sweat, your own uniform sticking to you uncomfortably. Your fingers fumbled a bit as you undid your top, shouldering it off after a moment with Satoruâs eyes glued to you.Â
âYou need help?â he breathed out, looking at the fabric of your bra hugging your breasts perfectly. âNo, Iâm fineâŠâ always stubborn, you undid the button on your wrist and yanked your arm out, repeating the motion on your other arm with a little struggle. âDone yet?â Satoruâs knee sunk into the mattress, hands coming down to press into the linen as he waited for your âokayâ to crawl on top of you. âYeah, done.â you groaned, tossing the white button up at Suguru who managed to catch it. Maybe your reflexes really were slowing down from the booze. Satoru sighed, crawling fully onto the mattress and connecting his lips with yours.Â
Your hands came up to wrap around the back of his neck, legs spreading to accommodate him as you slowly laid back. You had to groan into the kiss, Satoruâs teeth grazing your lower lip for entrance only made you feel more defiant. You were slightly pissed he had moved so fast, you hadnât even gotten the change to admire his toned torso. Which was something you had been most looking forward to, you knew the man was built but he was always hiding it under his uniform or baggy clothing. One of Satoruâs hands was splayed by your head, supporting him so he didnât crush you under his weight. The other hand was cupping your cheek, trying to coax your stubborn jaw open for him. Still, you were managing to resist.Â
âSuch a tease, y/n.â Suguru cooed from his spot, hand shamelessly adjusting his half-hard cock. Of course heâd enjoy this, how could he not? Satoru pulled away, gasping as you stared up at him. âShe is, wonât open that pretty mouth for me⊠so cruel.â he whined, cheeks flushed pink as he dipped his head lower to return the favor you had paid him earlier. This time, it was your turn to gasp, fingers digging into the back of his neck since there was no hair to grab⊠curse him and his undercut. Satoruâs teeth were sinking into the same point on your body, making a mark that would match the already bruising bite you left behind on him. âF-fuck! Satoru!âÂ
Your eyes shut, the warm pain blooming on your neck was only making the throb between your legs worsen. âI didnât think it was possible for someone to be a masochist and a sadist at the same time.â Suguru mused, watching your eyes open slowly, head turning to glare at him. Still, he only smirked, fist pressed into his cheek as his other hand now began palming himself. You looked away, skin vibrating with the realization that Suguru was also getting off on this. âSatoru⊠ease up!â you whined after a moment, the feeling nearly dizzying as he finally released the skin he had clamped down on. Perfect teeth indents were left behind, the slight swell of blood appearing in some of them. He swallowed, throat dry at the sight.Â
âSo prettyâŠâ he murmured, head lowering to lap at the mark before trailing his lips up your neck and jaw. âLet me taste you this time, please?â you nodded, dazed as he slotted his lips over yours once more. You were a little easier on him now, mouth opening to accommodate his eager tongue. You shivered as you tasted the slight metallic blood mixing with the fruity cocktail he had consumed earlier. You were envious, he had managed to break your skin but you hadnât been able to break his. No fair! Your fingers scratched at his skin the more you thought about it, pressing your head into the mattress to create a little distance so you could catch your breath.
âPleaseâŠâ you gasped out, unsure of what you were asking him for. Yet, he seemed to understand perfectly. Satoru placed one last kiss to your slightly swollen lips before his head dipped lower. Carefully, he kissed down your neck to your chest, burying his face in your sternum, cradled by your breasts. âCan I take this off of you?â He asked even though he knew the answer was yes, still you nodded. Satoruâs hand slipped around your back, the other still supporting himself. You helped by rolling over a bit, allowing him to nimbly undo the clasp of your bra. He tugged it off of you, holding in a shaky breath as he admired your bare skin. Your nipples were pebbling under the cool air of the room, making your cheeks feel warm as Satoru clearly observed them.Â
No words were spoken as his head lowered again, tongue running along the valley between your breasts before making the decision to go left. You tried to suppress your noises as his nose dragged along your skin, his tongue leaving a wet trail as he lapped around the pliant skin. He made a point to avoid your nipple, wanting to tease you until you were squirming. You sunk your teeth into the side of your cheek, not willing to give in so easily, still annoyed you were being dominated. âCâmon sweetheart, let me hear that pretty voice.â Satoru pulled away enough to speak, chlorine blue eyes shining even in the dim hotel light. You held his gaze for only a moment before looking away, lips wobbling as he returned to sucking bruises on your breast.Â
A quiet, barely audible sigh left your lips, and that seemed to be enough for Satoru. A loud gasp slipped out of you as his lips wrapped around your nipple, tongue flicking across the sensitive bud before he sucked. It was a dizzying feeling, each movement sending a shockwave of pleasure straight down to your cunt. You wanted to feel him, every single inch, that realization tore a moan from your lips as your fingers moved from his neck to thread in his hair. âSatoru⊠I donât want to be teasedâŠâ You could feel your panties sticking to your cunt as you squirmed, the feeling mildly uncomfortable until you found the right angle. If you moved just right, you could brush against his erection.Â
This earned a low groan from Satoru, his teeth grazing your nipple in retaliation. Suguru was still watching, amused as the two of you toyed with one another. âSatoru please!â you cried out again as his teeth actually sunk into the tender flesh, making your eyes water as you tugged on his hair hard enough to pull his head away. The only issue was that he didn't let go, you tugging him away from your chest only caused him to pull at your nipple. A shrill cry left your lips this time, hands immediately letting his hair go as his head lowered to a more tolerable distance. You were panting, your heartbeat racing as Satoruâs free hand moved to cup your other breast.Â
He was putting all of his weight on his knees, but that didnât stop you from feeling the brunt of his weight. âSatoruâŠâ you tried again as he finally let go of your nipple. Still, he didnât answer you, slim fingers tugging on your other nipple as his eyes focused on yours. You looked completely fucked out already, pupils blown and eyelids heavy as you stared up at him. âGonna fuck you real good, princess.â Your lips parted at the nickname, not expecting it to have such an effect on you. âThen get to it.â you whined, missing his warmth the moment he straightened. He was towering over you know, giving you a full shot of his muscular torso.Â
âCan I take your skirt off?â he asked for your permission yet again, eyes shifting to where his blindfold sat by the pillows. It had slipped off his head when he took his uniform off, but he had the intention of using it for something else later on. âYou can, pleaseâŠâ breathless, your hips lifted so he could hook his fingers in the waistband and tug them off of you. Satoru did just as you wanted, pulling your skirt and panties off in one go. You sighed in relief, not at all embarrassed this time when Satoru shamelessly admired your bare cunt. âPretty.â It was more to himself than you, either way it made you whine.Â
âI want to see you, Satoru.â You whined, arms reaching out to try and grab for his waistband. Your hands missed, making you burst into a fit of giggles as you tried to push yourself up. Satoru smirked, undoing his pants with leisure as he looked you over. âYou were doing so good at hiding the fact youâre not sober.â He comments, watching you give up and flop back onto the bed with your legs spread around him. He had managed to get his pants off without making a fool of himself. As for his briefs, they were still hugging his hips, straining tightly as his hard-on pressed into the soft material. Behind you, Suguru was chuckling at Satoruâs comment.Â
âYeah, youâre just as bad as she is if you think she was hiding her intoxication.â Still, he was mildly impressed that Satoru had stripped as far as he had without falling over. âHurry up and pull your cock out.â you groaned, tired of the menâs banter. There was a time and place and it wasnât now, when your cunt was aching with the desire to be filled up. âFuckâŠâ Satoru hissed at your words, reaching down to push his briefs, ignoring the way Suguru groaned at your desperation. You swallowed the moment his cock sprang free, slapping up against his abdomen and nearly pulling the air from your lungs. He was big to say the least. Not only that, he was girthy, the kind of girth that would hurt no matter how prepared you were.Â
âDamnâŠâ was all you managed to croak, lip trembling a bit as he got his briefs off the rest of the way. Satoru smirked, your reaction stroking his ego in perfect time with his fist stroking his cock. You met his gaze, silently begging him to do something. Satoru took the initiative, grabbing under your knees and pushing you further up into the mattress. âDonât work, Iâll make sure it doesnât hurtâŠâ You wanted to ask what he was about to do, but your answer came seconds later as he lowered himself onto his stomach, half of his body hanging off the bed as he settled between your spread thighs. You tried to suppress the strangled noise that left your throat as Satoruâs nose dragged along your inner thighs, shamelessly inhaling the smell of your arousal.Â
âS-satoru!â you squealed, hands coming up to cover your face as he groaned. âYou smell so fucking good.â You whined, thighs twitching to close around his head but his hands managed to stop you before you could successfully do it. Your head tilted back, too embarrassed to look down at your body and see Satoru start kissing your inner thighs. Suguru watched with dilated pupils, adjusting himself yet again in order to properly monitor the two of you. If he gave into his desires, who knows what the two of you would do. So instead, he sunk his teeth into the side of his cheek and watched you diligently. âSatoru~â you whined as his tongue licked up your folds, not going any further, just covering them in the slick shine of his saliva.Â
Your back arched off the mattress the moment his teeth sunk into the underside of your thigh, pain blossoming under the pressure and earning a shrill cry from your lips. It was so sudden that it was nearly dizzying, earning breathless whimpers as he lapped at the now bruising skin. âSorryâŠâ though you could tell he wasnât â⊠youâre just so biteable.â You wanted to scold him but you were too lost in the sensation of his mouth returning to your cunt, letting them fall open for him with ease to give him the access he desired. The first time Satoruâs tongue passed over your clit, you were certain stars were dotting your vision. He knew better than to poke and prod anywhere else, focusing every ounce of his attention on the pulsing bud below his tongue.Â
You felt your thighs tremble, hands twisting in the sheets as you tried to suppress the surplus of whiny moans that slipped out of you. Satoruâs tongue was just as nimble as his fingers, swiping across the sensitive flesh in rapid succession before his lips wrapped around it. You tugged a little harder, the sheets going taut under your fingers as Satoru sucked on your clit just as he had with your nipple. âFuck⊠oh fuck⊠please⊠just like that⊠suck it like t-thatâŠâ Somewhere in the back of your mind you were mortified for uttering such things, but you couldnât help but notice the coil in your abdomen tightening with each syllable you spoke.Â
It seemed to have a similar effect on Satoru, the man groaning audibly against your bare cunt as his teeth grazed the tender flesh. âS-satoru!â you stuttered out, stomach tightening as his teeth sent a bolt of electricity straight up your spine. The only give away that he heard you was the way his fingers dug into the soft skin of your thighs. You were already close, too overwhelmed by the sensations Satoru bestowed on you. Satoru could tell by the way your sticky arousal was coating his chin each time he grinded his own face into your cunt. He wanted to suffocate on you, dying by your pussy would easily be the best way to go.Â
The thought made his hips buck into nothing, mind drowning in the thoughts of shoving his cock into you and doing just as he so boldly refused only a few hours earlier⊠pumping you full of his cum so you would bear his child. He wanted to utter the filthiest things to you but he knew if he paused for even a moment, that sweet relief you were clearly craving would fizzle away and youâd be back at square one. And at this point, anything that further delayed him delving into your warm cunt felt like pure torture. One of your hands managed to uncurl itself from the hotel sheets, reaching down to instead thread through Satoruâs silky soft white strands.Â
You tugged, albeit a little harder than you probably intended, and smothered his face even harder into your cunt. Satoru audibly whimpered at the pain of your tugging, only sending your stomach into a summersault as your orgasm dangled dangerously in front of you. âSatoru please!â you wailed, head tossing back again to make contact with a clearly turned on Suguru. âGo on, Satoru, you heard her, make her cum.â he encouraged with a shaky voice, his tone a lot more wobbly than it had been all night. That made you moan even louder, knowing how visibly turned on he was by this whole thing⊠and to think you had been so against it at first.Â
Satoru grumbled something but it was muffled by your cunt, sending vibrations straight through your core. It didnât take much more than that, his tongue licking so eagerly at your clit had you spilling all over his face. Your ears ring with the force of your orgasm, Satoruâs touches turning light enough to work you through it without overstimulating you. As much as Satoru wanted to lap up every ounce of your release, he knew he needed you to be sloppy to be able to take him. So, reluctantly, after a few chaste kisses to your now puffy clit, he pulled away. âDo you need a break?â he spoke with a slight pant, face flushed and shiny from his own sweat and your arousal.Â
âNo⊠fuck no. Please, Satoru, I want you inside of me.â He couldnât deny that request, judging by the groan Suguru let out, he wouldnât deny it either. âAlright.. Fuck alrightâŠâ Satoru was getting back on the bed fully, grabbing your ankles and lifting them. You had no time to even squeal in protest before Satoru was folding you into a mating press. âY-you havenât even entered me yetâŠâ you wheezed, your knees nearly touching your breasts as the over six foot man settled more of his weight onto you. âShh donât worry princess, this will be worth it.â any protest died on your lips, the nickname of his choosing made your body feel warm all over.Â
Satoru got himself as comfortable as he could, knowing that he wouldnât be able to truly settle until he pushed his way inside of you. Ever aware of his size, Satoru ran the slightly swollen head of his cock between your puffy folds, letting your arousal cover him. He held his breath, too enthralled by the way yours caught in your throat each time he bumped your clit. âItâll hurt a bit at first but itâll ease up pretty quick, okay?â His alcohol was wearing off but it was no match for his pussy drunk daze. Still, he was going to walk you through each thing he did, blue eyes sparkling with tender reassurance. You nodded, chewing on your lower lip as he positioned his head at your entrance. âJust relax, princessâŠâÂ
You nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly letting it out. Satoru timed your breathing with his movements, pressing into you as you exhaled. Your breathing stuttered just a bit as the bulbous head of his cock split you open, stretching you wide and making you flinch. Satoru stopped, whispering soft praises before he kept his hips moving. âItâll be more uncomfortable if I just stay in place, let me bottom out.â You nodded, your hands holding onto the backs of your thighs as Satoru kept pushing his length into you. When he noticed tears starting to shine in your eyes, he cooed soft reassurance to you, ignoring how his cock was pulsating between your fluttering walls. âIâm almost all the way in, the worst part is almost over.â He smiled a bit, thumb brushing your knee where he held it. You couldnât recall ever being with a man that had a dick this big.Â
âRub her clit, Satoru. That will help ease any of her discomfort.â Suguru chimed, hand blatantly palming his erection as he greedily observed. âGood thinking.â Satoru hummed, the hand he had been using to guide himself into you now moved to rub gentle circles on your clit. Stars exploded in your vision as the uncomfortable stretch turned into blinding pleasure. Your walls clamped down around him, earning a barely audible whimper between his endless praises. âYo-youâre taking me so well, Iâm sorry itâs so big⊠oh fuck youâre doing so good fâme princess.â Satoru whined, bottoming out as he tried to regain his bearing before fucking into you. It was nearly impossible to stay still, but the last thing he wanted was to hurt you in this way. He would later argue that the bite marks you bestowed on one another were different from this.Â
âAre you okay?â He breathed out, looking at you with lidded eyes and parted lips, making your heart stutter in your chest as you nodded on autopilot. Satoru smiled, settling his body onto you better and really solidifying the mating press he had maneuvered you into. âIâm gonna start moving, princess. Just tell me if I get too roughâŠâ his arms hooked under your knees, forcing your legs wider and further up as he found himself a good position to roll his hips into you. Your hands shakily reached up to rest on his shoulders, shivering as Satoruâs head came to bury in the crook of your neck. Even from Suguruâs perspective, he couldnât tell where you started and Satoru ended, completely engulfed in one another as Satoru began to find his rhythm.Â
Your hands quickly turned from resting to grabbing, breathless whines leaving your lips as Satoruâs cock dragged in and out of your already sensitive cunt. He felt heavy and warm despite being enveloped in your suffocating heat. You could feel the slight upward curve every time he passed over one particular spot, it wasnât long before a slick squelch emitted from where your bodies connected. âOh fuck⊠oh fuckâŠâ Satoru whimpered against your neck, losing himself in the slipper embrace of your cunt. âSo good.. Fuck you feel so good⊠youâre so wetâŠâ he nearly sobbed into your neck, drunk off of your body as his hips relentlessly fucked into you. âGonna fill you up so good, princess. Fuck soâso fucking good.â he continued to blabber, tears threatening to spill from his eyes as pleasure racked his body over and over.Â
You were too far gone to respond to anything, loud moans falling from your lips as you tried to convey how he was making you feel. Each connection had Satoruâs balls slapping against your ass, earning a low whimper into the crook of your neck, right over where he had bitten you. âMake sure you tell me when youâre cumming, Satoru.â Suguru spoke in a slightly raised tone, between the noises you were both making and the noises your bodies made each time he slammed into you, Suguru needed to be sure he was heard. Satoru only lifted his head a bit to mumble a âsureâ, vision blurry as he sloppily slotted his lips over yours. The kiss was nothing short of a mess, tongues and breathless pants colliding as drool seeped down the sides of your mouth. Your abdomen was tightening again, an orgasm prickling in your gut as Satoruâs pubic bone managed to rub your cunt with each messy thrust.Â
âGonna cum⊠âtoruâŠâ You slurred, this time your impending orgasm felt a little more relaxed, a warmth spreading through you as Satoru hovered over you. He was studying your face intently, lips a pretty shade of pink and slightly swollen from your kisses. He was close too, but his ability to speak seemed to be robbed by the way your cunt clenched around him. No words could get past his lips, nevermind form in his brain. Satoruâs hips bucked into you a little harder, your whole body shaking with the force of his blows before finally, he was stuttering into you with a loud groan. Your own orgasm hit you shortly after, making your body quiver as Satoru spilled his seed into you. His hips were rocking still, fucking his load deep into your awaiting womb. âSo⊠fuck take it all⊠take every last drop, PrincessâŠâ he had given up on making sense, half of his words stumbling over the other as you tried to remember how to breathe.Â
The room finally fell silent, Satoruâs body was still mildly restless as his hips slowly grinded into you. âWell done, you two.â Suguruâs voice earned a groan from the two of you, in your post-orgasm haze, you had forgotten he was there. âYou can relax for a few minutes but youâll have to start round two soon⊠oh, and Satoru? Donât you dare pull out of her, keep every drop inside.â Satoruâs body nearly collapsed on you fully at that. âRound two?â He rasped out, limbs feeling like pure jello. âYes, round two. We have to be thorough. If this doesn't work, weâll have to keep trying until it's successful.â Suguru was once again displaying a nonchalant behavior regarding the whole thing. âFine by me.â you slurred out before Satoru could even complain, clarity hitting him like a freight train until you uttered your approval.Â
If you were okay with it, then so was Satoru. He didnât think heâd be able to give up a cunt like yours after tonight, whether it was part of Suguruâs breeding plan or not. âAlright then, whatever you want, you get.â Satoru murmured, lowering again to kiss you tenderly.
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Ok nobody extrapolate anything about me from this...
The first time you cry in front of the 141:
The first time you cry in front of Ghost it's because you can't fucking take it anymore. All the little things, all the comments you know he didn't mean to hurt, all the conversations you ignored because you didn't want to make him feel like the bad guy, it all comes to a head. You don't even mean it to happen, and you feel like shooting yourself on the spot as soon as the tears start flowing. It feels manipulative. It feels disingenuous. You feel like a piece of shit having him awkwardly bundle you in his arms as you break down sobbing over a topic that normally would mean nothing to you. And it all comes out. All the worries and slights you ignored, all the fears and doubts, all the things that made you question if you could ever even start to bring up with him. Like throwing up, once it starts you can't stop it.
He looks like you've hit him when you finally escape his bear hug. You barely get the chance to take it in before you're thrust back into sobbing hysterics, blubbering out apologies, how you feel like you're manipulating him, how you're a bad partner, how you're sure he's going to realize he doesn't want you and leave. You barely hear the rough "Jesus Christ" over your own hiccuping.
Ghost shuffles the two of you over to grab you a t-shirt to blow your nose in while you're sniffling and wiping at your eyes. You feel pathetic having him hold the fabric to your face and telling you to blow.
"Didn't know ya made this much snot love," he jokes.
"You're dot funny," you whine, nose still clogged with wattery mucus as your tears finally start calming down.
"I know," he grumps.
"You're mad at me," you sniffle.
"I'm not," he sounds mad, "mad at myself. Shoulda seen ya keepin' things to yourself, I'm glad ya finally told me." His scarred mouth screws to one side. "Just gotta work on makin' sure we don't get to this point again."
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The first time you cry in front of Soap it's because you're so fucking mad at him. He's arguing with you over nothing, the same way he always does when he's in a bad mood. Finding little things that dig at you and twisting just enough to make it not his fault when you snap. Back and forth with your barbs until you got to bed angry.
You can feel the tears burning at your waterline before they spill and you know your hot cheeks don't bode any better. You're not yelling but you almost wish you were, at least of you were yelling at each other it might make you feel better about the sudden waterworks. You hate when this happens. Too big an emotion in the body, it has to come out somewhere, you suppose this is just the quickest avenue. The way Soap's face drops from anger to concern pisses you off though.
"Hen, are ya-"
"I'm so fucking mad right now," you assure him, "don't look at me, don't even acknowledge them."
"Ah dinnae ken," His voice is getting softer, it only makes you more upset, "Oh my bonnie, ahm sorry ah didnae think this would hurt ya so bad."
"Fuck off," you try to push past him to lock yourself in the bathroom and he catches your arm to pull you against him. "Fuck off!" You shriek, pushing at him.
"No," he holds you a little tighter, "my mam would 'ave my heid hearin' ah let ya walk away from me like this, yer stayin' 'ere."
"I will fucking skin you Mactavish," you struggle harder.
"Aye anno, now shut up an' quit yer kickin'."
You do neither of those things.
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The first time Gaz sees you cry it's because no one's ever seen you before. Even in your best relationships, your closest friendships, no one sees you like Gaz. No one picks you up from work with flowers and takes you by your favorite bakery just so you can have a slice of cake when you watch your comfort show. You're not even through the title music, Gaz sorting through your takeout options after he'd gotten you a "fancy plate" and a small fork to eat with, when you break down in sobs. He's on you immediately, hushing you as he gathers you into his arms. He's so attentive it hurts.
"It's OK baby," he hums, "don't have to talk about it, you just let it out."
God even that gets you crying. You don't have to get your words right or find a way to explain what you're feeling, you can just feel it. You try to think of a way to put it into words but it all lines up wrong, sounds too juvenile, doesn't make any sense even to you. There's no need to say anything though, Gaz just sits there with you, holds you through it as you wet his shoulder with your tears.
You don't even know why you're crying by the end of it, you just kept coming up with other reasons to cry. Jesus you don't think you ever got over your last grandparent dying, or losing that one friend, that's something to unpack later. You feel drained. Literally dehydrated drained. Gaz's shirt is soaked, but he doesn't day anything when you pull back.
He cups your cheek at wipes at the wet stains on your cheek with his thumb, eyes searching yours before he gives you a tight smile.
"Why don't you go take a hot shower, yeah?" He offers, you give him a watery nod, he smiles and pats your knee. "Alright, off you go. I'll be in, in a second."
The second time you cry in front of Gaz it's before he's got you pinned to the shower wall.
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The first time Price sees you cry it's because you're tired. You're tired of giving everything to this relationship and seeing him leave right when things seem to be falling into place. His phone buzzes in the middle of the night and you don't stop the downpour when he grumbles out a swear and turns on the light. You glare at the ceiling and let the tears flow. It hurts. Tight in your chest. This feeling like you'll never be enough, like he'll always have something more important than you, it kills you. So why can't you leave him?
Are the good times really good enough to make up for the bad?
It makes him stop what he was doing when he sees the resolute grimace and the flow of tears over your cheeks. You shudder in a breath when he sits on the side of the bed. You refuse to look at him.
How could he do this to you?
"Sweetheart," he starts, his voice low, gentling, "I'm sorry."
"You're not." You correct him, "Otherwise you wouldn't keep doing it."
"You want me to choose between you and the world, you know what I'll say." He always sounds so sharp, ready to guilt you into giving up what he wants.
"I'm asking you to choose between me and paperwork," you bite back.
"You don't know-"
"You get phone calls when you're being deployed." You remind him, "You get reminders when papers are due." You turn to glare at him. The look on his face twists like a knife in your chest. You're dead on the money, and it's killing him. "So can this really not wait until the morning, are you really that eager to be rid of me?"
"I'm sorry," he tries again, toeing off his shoes, "you're right, I hadn't noticed." You turn over as he climbs under the duvet again. You fold your legs up as his arm drapes over you hip and he curls around you. His lips touch your shoulder, a silent plea for forgiveness. "Let me make it up to you, no more running into red tape I promise."
You don't bother agreeing to empty promises, but the next day he's had the paperwork sent from the base. The same the next day. Price always told you working from home didn't suit him. Waking you up with a cuppa on the other hand and walking you to the station does though.
He makes good on his promise, he doesn't run off until the next call comes in.
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Diabetic Steve who is at a Dairy Queen with Robin after he went with her to an all girl punk band thatâs sheâs been wanting to see for years. Steve had been feeling weird all day but he didnât want to bail at the last second because he knew that Robin would just cancel everything to take care of Steve.
(Steve would do the same for her).
Steve plops down into a booth while Robin goes to order them food. He pulls out his pod and winces when he sees his glucose level.
64 and going down. Not a good sign.
Just to be sure he pricks his finger and holy shit, heâs actually at 43. Itâs at that moment, when Steve is wiping his finger with the alcohol wipe, that his phone decides to loudly beep to alert him that, âhey youâre crashing pretty hard and fastâ take care of it soon!!â
Steve is rifling through his bag while Robin is already trying to rush their orders.
âShit,â Steve mumbles to himself. âIâm out of fucking juice.â
His hands start to shake and Robin begins to freak out. Steve is always so in control of his diabetes, sheâs never seen him like this. So, Robin does what any other person would do and grabs the largest blizzard she has ever seen on the online orders tray and runs over to her best friend.
âHere! Have this, Iâm going to try to get you some apple juice!â
Steve just nods his head and slowly spoons some of it into his mouth.
âThis tastes like shit, by the way.â
âYouâre welcome, dingus. Now shut up and eat.â
The worker behind the counter comes over and starts talking to Robin after she sits in front of Steve. Steve canât really make anything out right now since heâs trying to focus on making his hands work. But, he thinks he hears the mention of calling 911 and an ambulance.
Time passes a little slower after that. Steve somehow manages to get down enough of the ice cream that he is slowly rising again.
57 after he pricked. Thank god.
Itâs at that moment that Eddie Munson, lead singer of Corroded Coffin, walks in. He went to his best friendâs, Chrissyâs, show and needed a pick-me-up after helping her lug all of her equipment back into their vehicle.
He goes over to the online orders tray and itâs empty. He doesnât really mind waiting. He walks over to the counter and sees that the worker is extremely frantic as she sorts some shit out.
âHey,â he starts, his fingers tapping the fake granite counter top. âJust checking, Iâm here to pick up an order for Edmundo and itâs not on the tray. Do you know when it will be ready?â He flashes an awkward smile and the worker just points to the table behind him.
âWeâre working on it. Your nightmare of a blizzard was needed for something else. Give us five minutes.â
Eddie nods and slowly turned around, where he sees the most gorgeous man eating his blizzard. Reluctantly, he might add. The man has on a light pink t-shirt and brown corduroy pants, thick lensed glasses sliding down his nose. The woman across from him was clad in funky colors and had a dirty blonde bob. She was talking extremely fast and gesturing with her hands a bunch.
Chrissy would love her.
He walked over and tapped the man on the shoulder.
âHowâs my blizzard?â
He slowly looks up and Eddie is met with honey brown eyes and beauty marks for days. A straight nose and an angular jawline. Jesus Christ.
The woman looks like sheâs about to say something, but the guy beats her to it. âIt tastes like if a unicorn threw up in my mouth, but it prevented me from passing out. So⊠thanks.â He smiles. âIâm Steve.â
Eddie needs to become Steveâs husband immediately.
âAnd Iâm in love.â He pauses and then sees the look of glee on Steveâs face. âEDDIE. My name is Eddie.â
âItâs nice to meet you Eddie. Are you free tomorrow?â
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Hashiraâs Reaction to your skirt flowing during a mission
pov: youâre fighting a demon and while landing your skirt blew up a bit to farâŠ
warnings: slightly suggestive?? if you squint hard enough
characters: giyuu, tengen, sanemi, and rengoku.
a/n: sorry if thereâs any misspells and wtv, to lazy to read over
Giyuu Tomioka
- Happened when you were in mid air with the demon and he just so happened to look up right underneath you
- Would definitely try and act like he didnât completely get a face full of your pink panties
- His face would go a shade youâd never expect to see on a guy like him, red.
- âIs everything okay?â Soemthing youâd ask to make sure he wasnât about to pass out
- After seeing it, heâd probably pause during the fight making you yell at him to move
- Even though you guys are dating heâs still flustered
âGiyuu, whatâs up with you?â You ask holding your hand up to his flushed cheeks.
âItâs nothing, how about we find a place to stay for the night?â
âBut this mission wasnât even that far from headquarters-â
He doesnât reply and just drags you away towards an inn, you could tell when he wanted somethingâŠand you knew what that something wasâŠ
Sanemi Shinazugawa
- Happened when you did a flip backwards to dodge a demons attack
- Would stare at you like you have three heads
- Kills the demon in seconds after seeing your skirt fly up to reveal your cute panties
- Has a shit eating grin as he looks at you, which you were oblivious to the fact you just basically flashed him
- Adds extra wind to his attack just to see your skirt flow
âThat was quick!â You smile putting your sword away.
âNice underwear.â Sanemi said pulling you in by your waist.
Your face immediately began to heat up, did your skirt show a bit more than it needed?
âShut up you perv!â You say nudging him.
Even though you two were dating you still were embarrassed, later that night heâd definitely have to take a peak.
Kyojuro Rengoku
- It happened as you jumped in front of him to help deflect the demons attack
- You felt a little air brush against an area but quickly shrugged it off and continued to follow through with your attacks
- A loud gasp was heard from behind you..
- His face is most definitely lit up, and a slight smile is on his face
âOh my!â Rengoku yelled.
âWhat? Did I do something wrong?â You ask innocently, oblivious to the fact you just shoved your butt in his face.
âYou may need a longer skirt, (y/n)!â Rengoku chuckled as he patted your back.
Tengen Uzui
- We all know, heâd definitely smack your ass
- Happened in the same situation with Rengoku, your ass on full display for him
- You yelped after the contact his hand made with your body
- No shame, not at all
- in a modern au heâd yell gyat, donât tell me otherwise
âWhat the hell!?â You say rubbing your butt to try and calm the stinging pain.
âWe have got to find a place tonight.â Tengen snickered as he sliced the demons neck.
âYeah like iâll let you do anything to me.â You smirk, knowing youâd get on your knees if he said so.
âOh really?â
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New City, New Life
5k celebration âChoose your own adventureâ story
Orc x fem!readerâ cum eating, dry humping, fingering, voyeurism, rough sex, clitoral stimulation
Pt1
âHey neighbor, I was just talking about you,â your hot Wolf Hybrid neighbor says as you walk over to his little group hanging out in his driveway.
His Orc, Naga, and Wolf friends all flash you a knowing smirk, their varying fangs glimmering sends a heat in your belly before you quickly stop yourself. You had to tone your horny ass self down. You didnât wanna make a bad impression on a new city of people by being desperate for everyoneâs cocks. You didnât think that would fly here. As they stare your cheeks begin to heat up in a way you know is noticeable.
âMentioned how I wanted to bring over a cup of coffee I made you,â he adds as if sensing your thoughts and trying to reassure you.
So he wasnât going around talking about you to all his friends? Something tells you thatâs not exactly true as his eyes gleam with arousal. You imagine it as you take the cup of coffee from his hands. Your hot neighbor sitting around with his equally hot friends, going over every little dirty detail. Raving about how good your tight cunt felt around his thick cock. All of them growing hard as he recounted the noises you made and how desperate you were to be filled while imagining it was them with you instead.
A choked whimper escapes you that you quickly try and hide beneath a pleased hum. You try your best to look casual as you subtly rub your thighs together, desperate for some kind of friction. But youâre briefly brought back to reality as your hot neighbor hands you the mug of coffee.
âThank you for this, butââ you say as you bring the mug to your lips only for your neighbor to brush a clawed finger along the edge of the cup and tilt it up, forcing you to take long gulps of the nicely warm drink. You meet his burning gaze, unable to look away, the tension simmering between you. And in front of all his friends. Fuck you can feel how wet youâre getting.
When he finally removes his finger you lower the cup with only a bit less than half left. Your mouth smacks as the taste bursts across your tongue. It was bitter as you expected coffee to be but also a bit sweet and⊠salty? It was certainly creamier than you expected it to be. You liked it. Probably more than you liked whatever blend you usually get. Youâll have to ask what his special ingredient is later.
âThank you again but I was wondering if you guys could give me a ride? Iâm in a really tough spot and I just need someone to get me going,â you say, voice strangely huskier than normal.
You clear your throat, glancing away, and look back up to all four of these damn fine men staring down at you as if theyâre about to pounce. Your pussy flutters, clamping down around nothing at the thought of them actually doing just that. Their claws digging into your plush form, fangs grazing your sensitive skin, their big tongues ravaging your body to prepare you for their giant cocks.
âWork that is,â you add, voice growing husky all over again.
Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor chuckles darkly, the sound shooting right down to your core. He glances at his friends and a silent conversation passes between them. Then all of them are moving toward the car as if suddenly eager to get in.
âCâmon, sweetheart. Weâre headed to work ourselves but weâll get you off. Who are we to deny someone as cute as you?â He says smoothly, his raspy voice making that sound much more suggestive than you think he meant to.
Your hot neighbor rounds the car, taking the drivers seat. While his Wolf Hybrid friend quickly takes passenger. As if he didnât want you getting to it first.
âYouâll have to ride in my lap though,â His Orc friend immediately says with a smirk as he hops in the backseat of the car. You follow after him, not wanting anymore seats taken from you.
âAnd why would I do that?â You ask, not wanting him to know how much you like the idea.
Just as youâre about to sit in the middle seat instead, the Orcâs giant hands are gripping your waist and plopping you down in his lap. Before you can argue or pretend to complain, the Naga gets in last and he curls half his long rattling tail into the middle seat while the rest takes up the remaining one.
âThereâsss no more room,â the Naga says, forked tongue slipping out as he speaks and a second later his eyes dilate.
You blush, knowing he can probably taste your arousal in the air. In fact, they all probably can. The realization has you blushing deeper and growing wetter on the hot Orc. Especially as the Orc tugs you closer to his chest and you can feel the distinct bulge of his half-erect cock pressing deliciously along your clothed slit.
Hot neighbor starts on his way and you share your new place of work with them. Theyâll know exactly where you are now nearly every day. It sends a strange thrill through you. Wolf Hybrid neighbor tells you that itâs on the way to their place so theyâll drop you off first but that it might take a little longer. They usually like to down the back roads.
You find that you donât mind as youâre a lot more than just comfortable sitting in the hot Orcâs lap. That is until they actually start driving down the back roads and their⊠bumpy terrain.
A small grunt escapes you, eyes widening as the car starts rocking. Each jolt of the car has the Orcâs hardening length rubbing right up against your pussy. Your throat tightens as you try and choke down your moans. The Orc feels huge and heâs rubbing over every inch of your cunt. You swear you feel him rocking in sync with the rock. But what would be crazy.
Small talk fills the car and youâre grateful no one seems to be able to notice your inner torment. Small whines leave you as you practically bounce on the Orcâs clothed dick. It sends shocks through your system and you quickly grow more and more needy. The need to be filled and stuffed full itching at your skin.
âI think youâre wet enough fâme now, sweetheart. My patience grows thin. Fuckinâ need to get inside ya,â the Orc says, breaking you out of your lustful daze. Itâs only then you register his panting breaths and the way everyoneâs eyes shift toward you in the car.
âW-what?â
You yelp as the Orc jerks off your slacks and panties in one swift move and hooks your legs over each of his knees, spreading you wide for the whole car to see. Your glistening folds spasm as theyâre exposed to the cold air.
Thoughts run through your head at a mile a minute. You should want to stop this. To scramble off this sexy Orcâs lap. But you only get more turned on, your arousal gushing out of you at the thought of him so suddenly taking you.
âDonât act like you havenât been wantinâ to fuck me since your fine ass walked over. Thatâs how this place works, right?â The Orc asks, almost mockingly.
His words wash over you, clouding your mind, as his hands explore your body. Slightly clawed fingers trail down and dip into your soaked folds. A low moan leaves you and instead of trying to get away you melt back into his chest, hips rolling with the movement of his fingers. He takes the time to prep you for his length and it slowly has you becoming an absolute mess in his lap. And you havenât even had his cock yet.
You suck in a sharp breath as the hot Orcâs fingers leave you only to replace them with his thick angry tip. His pre-cum creating an even bigger mess of you. Your mind threatens to gain clarity again but then the Orc is pushing you down and splitting you open on his cock.
âNngh! Ooh⊠Oh fuck,â you cry out, throwing your head back. The stretch of his girth forcing your gummy walls to accommodate him has your eyes rolling back. The deeper he goes the more you swear youâve never been filled this good in your life.
The fact that youâre in a car full of men shifts back to the front of your mind and you lift your head to see them all still watching you with a fierce intensity.
Your hot neighbor continues to drive but you notice the way his eyes keep flicking back to you in the mirror. While his Wolf Hybrid and Naga friends each have all their cocks out, languidly stroking them to the sight of you stretched pretty on their friendâs cock. You whimper, basking in the attention, and a second later the Orc starts slamming you down on his massive cock.
âFuck, dude, you were right. What a perfect pussy. Theyâre drenched fâme, just slipped right in. So warm and tight. Poor thing wonât get a moments rest in this place,â the Orc huffs and the car erupts into soft breathless laughter.
Aha! You knew your hot neighbor had talked about you with them. The praise is all you focus on and it has your walls squeezing the Orcâs length, wanting to make him go mad. A low growl vibrates from his chest to your back as he feels you get even tighter. His claws sink into your hips as he starts using his grip to fuck his cock up into you at a bruising pace. His thrusts syncing up perfectly with the rocky jostling of the car that only seems to be getting worse.
You cry out as the carâs movements also deepens the Orcâs momentum. You swear you can feel his dick all the way up in your throat. Heâs stuffing you so full of him you donât know if you can take it. You arch back into the Orc, putting on a show for him and everyone in the car. Through hooded eyes you watch as they furiously pump themselves to the sight of your body. It gets you so fucking hot. Their lustful eyes raking over your form. All of them wanting a piece of you, all of them jealous of the one who gets to fuck you.
The Naga flicks out his tail, the rattle on its tip moves in between your legs, wanting to do anything he can to give you more pleasure. You wait with bated breath and shriek as he rattles his tail, the vibration sending sparks throughout your body. The Orc snarls in your ear and picks up pace, jerking up his hips and meeting your thrusts in a way that has your toes curling.
âHow do they look?â Your hot neighbor growls, knuckles white on the steering wheel, and sounding borderline feral. His cock aching against his slacks.
âThey look so fucking sexy, man. Their tight pussy can barely take him,â His Wolf Hybrid friend moans, his hips twitching as he jerks himself off even harder.
âBut theyâre doing ssso well. Pretty thing will be ruined for anyone else,â the Naga adds, roughly rattling his tail against your clit. He thrusts up into each of his hands that pump at both of his dicks. You mewl, vision blurring at the intensity that wracks through you.
âFuck, I think theyâre about to cum!â One of them shouts but youâre too lost in the haze of pleasure to focus on which one it is. But then the Orcâs hot breath is curling around your ear and your mind clears enough to hear his rumbling voice.
âThatâs it, sweetheart. Fuckinâ let go and cum on my cock. Squeeze the damn life out of me, you can do it.â
The cord snaps and jaw drops, fierce screams echo throughout the car as you explode all over his cock. Waves of ecstasy wash over you and you try your best not to pass out. The sight of you coming is a vision of pure art and none of the other men can hold on much longer.
The Naga lets go first, shooting his cum over any inch of bare skin he can reach. The Wolf Hybrid is close to follow in his friendâs footsteps as he cums all over you two. Seeing you all wrecked and messy quickly has the Orc slamming into you, burying himself to the hilt and shooting spurt after spurt of his cum deep inside you.
âSuch a pretty slut you are, sweetheart. So easily made a mess from our cocks. Youâre perfect,â the Orc rasps in your ear and you preen under his praise.
The rest of the car ride is spent with the monsters cleaning you up as you lay limply in the Orcâs lap. You take the time to regain your strength and you hope youâll be able to feel your legs enough to walk into work.
When you arrive your hot neighbor gets out and greets you as the door opens. He helps you out and you immediately melt into his embrace. Your Wolf Hybrid neighbor laughs, leaning down and kissing the crown of your head.
âNext time, darling. Now get into work,â he murmurs intimately in your ear. Giving your butt a nudging pat.
As you walk in on wobbly legs, you glance around the lobby, looking for the headhunter that recruited you. He was meant to meet you and show you the ropes of the job. But he isnât anywhere to be seen and you wonder what youâll do next. You could ask the Demon Guard by the door where you could find him, head down the closest hall and hope you find the headhunter down one of the rooms, or you could head to your Minotaur Bossâ office and hope he can show you around.
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Birds and Mice and Tea Parties 20
Masterpost
AN: B really was trying his best to protect Danny last time, he just was missing too much information. Poor Danny...
No reading over. We suffer and post at 2am.
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It had been two weeks since the last rogue Wayne visit.
Danny hadnât intended to keep track. There was no reason to. One visit from Cass and one from Tim did not a pattern make.
He tried to dismiss the observation. He had plenty to do; it wasnât like he didnât have friends. The bi-weekly trivia group would start meeting again soon. He also had a TTRGP session that did its best to meet around all that life threw at them. Tucker and him played online games when they could make schedules match and he and Sam talked when she was stateside. He even had regular lunches with coworkers!
Still, there had been something different about spending time with the family.
So no, Danny hadnât meant to keep track, but he still knew it had been two weeks and a day. But of course he wouldnât see the Waynes that often. Bruce was a very busy man and most of the children would have no reason to come to W.E. They had their own lives with work and school and being kids or young adults. The other visits had simply been flukes, as nice as the visits had been.
The subtle feeling of melancholy that had settled over him was ridiculous and he wasnât having it. His mood was simply off because of the whole Ancient thing. The way it was affecting his health didnât make feeling better any easier either.
Danny leaned against the wall of the elevator as he tried to catch his breath. He really shouldnât be walking right then to get lunch, not with the way that he felt, but he hadnât had anything at his place to make lunch with. He hadnât had the energy to go shopping. Heâd just go somewhere close instead of walking to anything on the other side of the park.
The natural reverb of the lobby assaulted Danny as he stepped out of the elevator.
He just had to get through the lobby, the street, the restaurant, back through the street, and through the lobby again. Then he could hide in his office and eat. Or he could hide in there and eat as long as Lucius didnât find him. Maybe even Lucius would give him a break today though.
âDr. FentonâŠ?â
Danny looked up from rubbing his neck.
It was Tim. Damian was at Timâs side, flanking him like a little guard dog and scowling. Tim was frowning too. Danny immediately wanted to fix whatever was wrong.
âLook at that, a pair of Waynes. How are you two?â
âThat is unimportant,â Damian said with a little sniff. âYou are clearly unwell. I assume you are returning to your apartment to rest?â
âOh, no, Iâm just going to go grab lunch. Iâm alright, really,â Danny said and put on the best smile he could muster.
Tim and Damian looked at each other in some sort of silence conversation. Danny started to edge away from them, thinking he could escape before they came to some sort of end. He really needed out of the lobby and its echoing sounds.
A startled shriek from the entry way cut off that plan.
Danny twisted to face the sound as he stepped in front of the kids.
Of course it was a rogue, what else would it be in Gotham? It was a rogue, but at least it was the Mad Hatter and his squad of likely mind controlled goons. He usually wasnât prone to death and destruction like some of the others were. But still, Danny felt his metaphorical hackles rising. The kids were here.
The kids were here and sure to draw the Mad Hatterâs attention if he saw them. Danny stepped slowly backwards, herding the kids away from the scene. At least they werenât far into the lobby.
âBack up to the stairwell,â Danny said lowly, trying to cast his voice behind him.
âTch. We canââ
âThe elevator, the back left one,â Tim said quietly but firmly over his brotherâs protest. âI have a code to take it to a safe room in the basement.â
âIf he kills the power,â Danny started.
âThe elevators have emergency back up.â
âThatâs not very good behavior for a tea party, is it?â the Matter Hatter shouted at someone.
Danny bit back a rising noise of anger in his throat. His fingers twitched to act. But he couldnât. The best plan was to get the kids out of there away from any action.
âYes I see, Damian,â Tim hissed. âWeâre almost to the elevator.â
âCall it as soon as you can,â Danny said. Was there a reverb to his voice? It felt like there was a reverb to his voice. No, no, he couldnât, he had toâŠ
âThatâs better! See? This is how you behave when someone invites you to a tea party! Now where is that little dormouse?â the Mad Hatter called. âI know I saw him come in here! With an even littler one too.â
He wanted Tim.
âCalling the elevator.â
âAnother mouse? A rat? A cat?"
The Mad Hatter wanted Tim and Damian.
âHere mousy mouse mice⊠where are you?"
Danny would not let that happen.
âOh there you are! Hiding back by the doors, of course he is!â The Mad Hatter said. The crowed parted in fear. His wide, manic eyes looked right past Danny and he grinned. âGet them. We have a tea party weâre late for.â
âOver my dead body,â Danny growled.
The Mad Hatter blinked at Danny like he just noticed him for the first time. His goons rushed past him and through the crowd. âOh, who are you? Never mind, if death is what you want, we can make that happen.â
Danny couldnât hold back the chortling laughter. âSee, thatâs where you have a problem you donât even know you could have.â
âAnd what is that?â
âYou couldnât handle my dead body,â Danny said just as the first goon reached them.
Danny stepped forward. He ducked under the swing of the punch and used the momentum to spin the goon around. With a push of his ghostly power, he sent the attacking goon careening into the next one and they both went tumbling.
âDanny, itâs here!â Tim shouted.
Not turning his back to the attackers, Danny stepped backwards into the elevator. Tim slammed a button and the doors basically snapped closed, much faster than they should. Danny was left staring at the polished metal surface of the elevator. Luminous green stared back at him. Soft black feathers dotted his temples. His fingers ended in talons. And he could feel it.
He could feel the skin on his back started to split.
Wings.
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âBACK ARCHED LIKE A CATâ â MATTHEW STURNIOLO
pairing. matthew sturniolo x fem!reader genre. smut
word count. 1k
âyou look so pretty bent over for me like this, you know that?â
content warnings. explicit content, kitchen sex with matt, unprotected sex, creampie, spanking, oral (female receiving), cum eating, dirty talk.
(edit)authors note. i tried to add the taglist to this, but unfortunately it glitched when i posted it and wouldnt tag correctly so i have given up lol. sorry abt that.
Youâre gasping for breath, whiny moans fleeting past your lips as your fingernails scrape across the kitchen counter in attempt to grasp onto something to keep you stable, knowing that you would definitely fall to the ground if it wasnât for Mattâs tight hold on your waist, his hips pistoning into yours at a speed that has your body shaking from the force.
The tears build in your eyes as Mattâs hand slides down to the bottom of your spine, pressing down to arch your back further into him which allows him to hit deeper places inside of you, causing your toes to curl as a cry rips from the back of your throat.
Mattâs chest vibrates with a low grunt with each thrust of his hips, and he leans over your body to mouth at the bare skin of your shoulder blade where the strap of your tank top had slipped down during the fun, and his teeth nips around the area.
Your cheek presses to the cold countertop, panting heavily against the marble tiling as Matt abuses your pussy, and his hand curls around your front to dip between your thighs, his nimble fingers rubbing circles on your sensitive clit.
Your thighs squeeze around his hand with a loud wail, and you hear Matt chuckle lowly next to your ear, clearly enjoying how youâre reacting to him. The tip of his tongue traces the shell of your ear as he feels your body tremble and your cunt clench around his cock, eliciting a deep moan from him.
âYeah? You like that?â Matt questions you with a taunting hum. âI can feel your pussy squeezing around me, sweetheart⊠you really like getting fucked like this? In the kitchen where we eat? Where anyone could just walk out and see you spread open for me?â He laughs when he sees you nod your head frantically. âFuuuck. I love it sâmuchâlove it when youâre like this, taking my cock so fucking well. Thatâs it, sweetheart.â
âMaâtt.â You hiccup through salty tears, drool slipping from the corner of your lips as your body jolts with each movement, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing throughout the kitchen.
Heâs giggling behind you now, and his hands roughly grip your ass, hissing between his teeth as he sends a few harsh slaps to your skin. It was your mind whirling.
âYou look so pretty bent over for me like this, you know that? So, so prettyâfuckâyouâre so wet too.â Matt babbles as he pounds his cock into your pussy, feeling your walls spasm around him.Â
Youâre crying now, a blubbering mess of tears and drool at the pleasure and the euphoria that buzzes through your veins, and a shrill shoots down your spine when Matt slaps your ass once again.
âIâshit, oh my godâMattâŠMatty, mâgonna cumââ You cut yourself off with a gasp, accidentally knocking the dishes on the drying rack as you try to reach for something to keep yourself grounded, the pleasure in the pit of your belly tightening. âFuck!â
âHm, yeah? You gonna cum fâme?â Matt asks you and you immediately respond with a pathetic nod of your head. He grins at that, âIâm gonna cum too⊠Can I cum inside? Fill this pussy right up? Do you want that, sweetheart?â
âYes, yes, yes,â You plead repeatedly, your eyes rolling to the back of your head. âFill me up, Matt. Make me yours.â
âYou silly, silly girlâŠâ Matt chuckles as he leans over your body once more, pressing his lips to the back of your neck as he whispers, âYouâre already mine.â
Those three wordsâso fucking simpleâwere enough to have you coming undone with a loud cry, cumming over his cock that fucks you through it, and he praises you lovingly as his hands stroke down your back.
But the sloppiness of his thrusts is enough for you to know whatâs about to happen next and you welcome it immediately, gasping as he fills you up with his cum, shivering as you feel it leak and drip down your thighs.Â
Your legs shake as Matt slowly pulls out of you, but he gives you no time to react as heâs already spinning you around to facing him, pressing his mouth to yours in a sloppy, heated kiss. His palms lay flat on your cheeks, his fingers digging into your skin to hold you to him as his tongue slips into your mouth.Â
He grunts as your teeth grazes over his tongue, chuckling between the kiss as he feels your hands desperately fist at his shirt.
Matt takes a step back after a few moments, his smile wide as he watches you chase after his lips for another kiss, but he hooks his arms beneath your thighs to lift you up and he settles you down on the countertop behind yourself.Â
You hiss as your bare ass meets the cold tiles, wincing at the slight sting it causes against your heated skin, but you quieten when you see Matt drop down to his knees in front of you, littering soft kisses around your inner thighs that he pries apart before he dives forward, shoving his tongue between your puffy folds, slurping up the mess that he had created.
His name leaves your lips in heavy pants, and you thread your fingers through his messy hair, grabbing at him needily to tug him even closer as he tastes you, his tongue lapping at your pussy with the most animalistic grunt you have ever heard rumble from his chest.
Mattâs tongue swirls around your sensitive clit, and your thighs twitch around his head as you moan, trying to arch away from his touch but the grip he has on your legs forces you to remain still and open for him, eliciting a cry from you as he drags you closer to his face, not caring if heâs driving you into oversensitivity as heâs too busy eating you out, your arousal and his cum lathering on his tongue.Â
âTastes so fucking sweet,â Matt moans in your cunt, and his eyes flit up to meet yours, his eyebrows raising cockily at you, âAlways tastes so sweet fâme, donât you?âÂ
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Babying Batboy
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"He's all yours Kori!" Dick said holding up the Batboy burrito.
Danny chirped in distress as Starfire picked him up and swung him around in her arms. "You are much smaller than I thought. So little and cute!"
"Let me see, I wanna see his wings!" Beastboy said rushing over to get a look.
"Nightwing, what's that bag for?" Raven asked Dick joining in.
"It's Batboy's diaper bag." As he said this Danny's eyes snapped in his direction with murder in them, daring Dick to even try putting a diaper on him.
"Ăah!" Danny babbled angrily.
"Don't worry he is housebroken." He laughed. "I put his supplies inside. His blanket, his bottles, chew toys, and this set of superhero themed pacifiers. You should give him one now. He gets fussy."
Danny turned red with embarrassment. Toddler-sized or not he was not going to be treated like a baby, at least not in front of the Titans.
"Aww, these are so cute. I've never really understood the use of these things since they weren't needed on my plant but i heart human babies need these." Kori laughed picking out the purple and black Raven themed pacifier and pushing it right into Danny's face.
Danny turned his head to avoid it.
"Looks like the little man doesn't want that one." Cyborg laughed picking up the green and purple Beastboy pacifier instead.
Danny turned his head the other way only to have the red and green Robin pacifier lodged in him mouth.
"I was right, he wanted one that matches his dad." Raven said.
"It's still hard to believe you had a kid," Cyborg said to Nightwing.
"I know, I thought my figure would never recover." Nightwing joked.
The group settled in the living room. Danny was still trapped in Starfire's lap, angrily chewing holes in the pacifier. If Dick pulled out baby food Danny would bite him.
"You know he has deformed wings, right?" Gar tried to sound tactful as he pulled one of Danny's wings to full splay. "His wings are only connected to his back muscles and not his chest. They would need more muscle, bone and wing span to fly. Not to mention the base sits so weirdly at his spine. Poor kid."
Danny hiccuped and tears welled up in his eyes.
One of the drawbacks of shifting is that it requires a shift in your mental state. Cravings, behaviors, and emotions change to match. Currently, the bat and toddler parts are overwriting his sensible older brain.
Right now his feelings were hurt because he worked so hard to make his wing and trained so hard to fly.
"Wehh," Danny whined.
"Gar! You know he might understand you!" Kori scolded him as he hugged Danny close to her chest and patted his back.
"Let me get him." Dick said leaning over to take Danny from Starfire only to have Danny smack his hand because this was all his fault this happened.
Danny pouted leaning into Kori.
"Guys Hex High is one!" Cyborg said calling everyone to the TV.
The other Titans scrambled to get a good seat to watch their favorite show.
Danny immediately perked up to watch.
This episode was a rerun. Nicky the android was debating who to ask to the dance. Rosetta Ferns the bush nymph or Alaska North the Yeti. Nicky doesn't know that Alaska was already going with her ex-boyfriend Finley Reef to see if they can make up and get back together.
"Alaska is too good for either of them and Rosetta deserves better than to be a second choice." Gar sneered.
"Finley was always taking advantage of Alaska's sheltered past to get her to do what he wanted. Remember when he told her that no one would eat the Gundruk she made for the potluck because he thought it was gross." Starfire chipped in.
Danny nodded along he fully agreed. Alaska was his favorite.
Dick hadn't actually watched the show but now he was stuck in the middle of the marathon and he finally understood why everyone loved this show.
Raven was actually the biggest fan and loved Whitney Wisteria the Witch.
Danny had successfully chewed through the pacifier only to get a bottle of juice instead because Kori thought he was hungry.
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golden retriver... bttm male reader
!!.. golden retriever bsf, yn is slightly tipsy but still fully aware, rough sex, creampie, grinding.
if your best friend is a dog type he would be a golden retriever.
he's quite literally the embodiment of it. everywhere you go he follows behind, a happy smile plastered on his face. he was almost like a lost puppy.
he also loves taking care of you and doing things for you every chance he gets, even things you could do yourself!
" yn, good morning! here, i got you your favorite drink. " he practically shoved said drink into your hand, your half-asleep state still trying to comprehend your surroundings.
" huh.. oh hey. thanks... " you groggily said, stepping away from the door and heading towards the bathroom to freshen yourself up. he let himself into your place, already familiar with it.
you came back to see him cooking your breakfast, humming a soft tune while placing your eggs on the plate. " yn, come sit down. "
you sighed while taking a sit on the stool of your island, your eyes boring into his back as you watched him lightly sway to the song he was humming.
" you know you don't need to cook me breakfast almost every day right? " you cracked open the drink he bought you and took a big gulp, already feeling rejuvenated by the drink.
he hummed and placed the breakfast in front of you, sliding his own portion next to yours. " eat up! "
after the delicious breakfast, came the time for you to do your house chores. you got up and grabbed both of his and yours plated, bringing it to the sink to clean it.
only for him to snatch it from you and wash it himself. along with the stacks of dirty dishes in your sink. you only rolled your eyes and walked away to do other stuff, knowing fighting against him would just be useless.
" so any plans today? " you asked him while folding your remaining laundry, him soon joining you. " ..mm nah. what's up? " he folded the last article of clothing and lay beside you, opting to place his head on your thigh.
your hand found its place in his hair almost immediately as if it was muscle memory. " well that one show that I've been wanting to watch finally dropped so.. beer and chicken tonight? "
he snickered below you, " you already know my answer, of course! "
and so, cans after cans of beer later and some delicious fried chicken, the both of you lay in each other embrace. the two of you weren't all that drunk because of your high alcohol tolerance yet you find yourself struggling to focus on the show.
were you actually drunk or is it because of the way your best friend is holding onto you right now?
you knew it was pretty common for best friends to cuddle but the way his big hand is cradling your waist right now along with his other hand right under your ass, his finger slightly touching it, is making your head spin.
not to mention his growing hard-on that you could literally feel since you were on top of him!
and you didn't know if there was something in the air last night or if tipsy you were just bolder but you decided to slowly grind against him causing him to have a full-on boner.
he on the other hand decided to ignore it and tried to focus on the movie in front of him.
you pouted at this and decided to continue grinding on him, trying to chase your own climax and also attempting to drive him over the edge.
but a firm hand grabbed onto both of your thighs, causing you to stop. " what do you think you're doing, yn? " he asked you, his voice way deeper than usual.
" i think you know what i'm doing. so stop playing dumb and give me what i want. " your voice is adamant, as your hands roam his chest.
he smirked and flipped the two of you, him now on top of you. both of his hands caged you in, making you more turned on than you already were.
" you better not regret saying that. "
" ahn! s-slow down! " you mewled out while gripping his biceps. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as your dick twitched. your release finally comes soon after. the milky white substance staining your already cum stained stomach.
" again? we've barely just started, yn. " he chuckled above you. he loved seeing how overstimulated you look right now. he's been dreaming of making you a mess for a long time now.
when you first started grinding into him you didn't expect to get dicked down immediately by your own best friend and after experiencing just how rough he actually is, well, you're not complaining.
just seeing the desperate look on your face is making him go crazy. he's been dreaming about this moment for a long time.
he wondered just how you look like when he's on top of you, making a mess out of you. how do you look when you're overstimulated beyond your limit all because of him. just what type of sounds will pour out of you while he's deep inside of you.
and oh, this exceeds his expectations.
" mmh, yn. you look so pretty right now. " he sighed into your ear, his voice sending shivers up and down his spine. " i'm sure you can handle a few more rounds, yeah? " he gripped your hips again, getting ready to abuse your already puffy hole.
" no! i-i can't cum anymore-! " your whining was cut off by his harsh thrust, your tired voice seeming to be the cause.
you hooked your arms around his neck as a way to support yourself. loud moans escaped from your mouth, this only leading him to go faster. " fuck.. i-im cumming soon yn. "
your hole tightened as you heard his husky voice next to you, the hint of whining in his voice making you shake. " come inside me! p-please! need you in me so bad! "
he grunted out loud, his thrust soon stuttering and slowing down. " yn, fuck. you don't know how long i have been waiting for this.. "
with one last thrust, white soon painted your inside. his warm cum kept flowing more and more into your hole, making your own cum squirt out of your cock.
he immediately devoured you in a kiss, saliva dribbling everywhere. wet squelching sound enveloped the room accompanied by your heavy breathing. the movie that was long forgotten acting as white noise.
he separated himself from you to admire you and the mess he made of you. he smiles as he sees all the bite marks and hickeys littering around your body. the cum seeping out of your hole only made his dick hard again.
" shit.. i don't think i can let you go after this, yn. "
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