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three days sober btw. kill me with a ball peen hammer
#someone be proud of me :( this shit sucks ass#five days is always where i start to really struggle so. we'll see. ahhh i am not !! looking !! forwards !! to it#adc#ceci says stuff#**#undescribed#gif warning#<- tags so that later reblogs will automatically apply them for blacklisting
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Cause, I Love Freaks!
Synopsis. The question isnât whether he can make you squĂrt - itâs how and where.
Pairings. [SEPARATE] Gojo x Reader, Sukuna x Reader, Choso x Reader, Geto x Reader, Nanami x Reader, Toji x Reader
Content. MDNI, fem! reader, established relationship, squĂrting, unprotected, creampĂe, exhĂbitionism (Sukunaâs and Chosoâs), brĂ©eding, Shiu cameo, messy, oral (fem receiving), fĂngering, Sukunaâs thigh tattoos, thigh rĂding chokĂng, overstĂm, finger suckĂng, pet names, swearing.
Word count. 5.1k
A/N. I think Iâm in some early ovulation week becauseâŠ
⥠TOJI FUSHIGURO - Prove it.
Now, does Toji know heâs the best youâve ever had in bed? Of course.
Is he proud of how heâs done everything and anything - had you folded in half underneath him, stuffed from all ends, and cumming harder than any other loser before him did? Hell yeah.Â
Does it bother him when Shiu makes some off-hand comment about how heâs able to make someone squirt? Well, it was hard not to when the man just laughs right in Tojiâs dumbfounded face, saying something about how your pretty pussy is âmissing outâ and to come to Shiu if you want to have a good time.
Surely, that stupid conversation doesnât bother him, right? Right?
Wrong.Â
He was going to prove that bastard Shiu wrong.Â
âDamn. Not that one either.â
If you could, youâd probably let out a sob - but right now, youâre too cockdrunk to even think let alone cry. Unsure if youâre even breathing as Toji wrestles your limp body - still twitching and sensitive from your nth high - upright on his lap. Whispering a ragged, âGuess we just hafta try again. Right, doll?â
âPlease!â you let out a strangled yelp as Tojiâs big hands snake down to steady your hips, all stuttering and messily sucking up his aching cock. Again. âI-I donât think I can- ah-â
Whatever plea on the tip of your tongue is shut up by Toji pulling your teary face towards his, kissing your swollen lips so softly. Reverent, even.Â
The complete opposite of his hips down below, not even bothering to move anymore, hands on your ass just dragging your sloppy pussy up and down his swollen dick. Up and down up and down up and-
âTojiââ
âAww, câmon, pretty.â Toji groans, eyes rolling to the back of his head as he spreads your puffy folds further, bullying his cock so impossibly deep. âG-gotta prove it to that f-fucker that Iâm the best, right?â
Ah, there it was - if you were in any better state of mind youâd have cursed out Shiu already. Taunting your boyfriend into this stupid little challenge that had him storming into your apartment and ripping off your poor panties. And you split apart on his cock and cumming over and over again like he wouldnât - couldnât - stop until you squirted. Like it killed him to make you miss out on this little thing.Â
âNow now, doll.â you jolt as he gives your sopping pussy a little smack! Grinning at your nails digging into his thick shoulders, âFocus. Hah- we gotta have her squirtinâ all over me now, right?â
You really canât help the way youâre giving him a delirious little nod. Hips bouncing back pathetically in an attempt to meet the way Toji was bouncing you so sinfully on his cock like his favorite toy. And itâs so cute that Tojiâs murmuring a low, âUse your words, doll.â
âI- ngh-â
Not like he was giving you a chance to, rolling your ravaged clit between his fingers, teeth ghosting over your racing pulse. âLouder.â
âGonna- gonna squirt for you, TojiâŠâ
If he was any lesser man (Shiu) Toji thinks he mightâve just cum in your snug pussy right then and there. Filled you up till youâre bloated and forgetting any promise of squirting - but no, thatâs for later.Â
Right now, heâs flattening his feet on the mattress, falling onto his back - two big arms pulling your overstimulated body to rest against his muscles. Not even wasting a second before fucking up into your tight cunt like such an animal.
Sloppy - so, so desperate.Â
Just rough, jagged movements of his hips because shit if Toji doesnât make you squirt this time then heâs gonna lose his sanity. Mightâve already lost it, actually, with each adorable ah! ah! ah! falling from your kiss-bitten lips each time he hits that one spot so easily.Â
âBit- bit more-â he grits out, feeling that familiar way your plushy walls were trying to squeeze him dry. Your cunt too heavenly. The stimulation too much. âJusâ a bit more, pretty.â
âOh my god- Toji- ah- Toji Toji Toji-â Itâs all you can do to whine, writhing as he holds your hips still, rocking harder into you. Clawing at the soaked sheets, his shoulders, his hair - anything to try and hold onto whatever semblance of control you had left. âMâso- close-â
âYeah?â And Toji sounds so utterly wrecked already, looking up at you with glassy, half-lidded eyes. Voice strained, awe-struck like he couldnât even believe it. His pretty girl - cumming for him again. âSquirt fâme, doll.â
You donât even realize it when you are at first - just that something snaps and suddenly youâre soaking Tojiâs cock in all your sweet sweet juices. Until it was dripping down the side, onto the mattress.Â
So messy and sinful - gummy walls squeezing his dick so fucking tight it almost hurt, covering his abs till they were glistening. Toji canât bring himself to do anything but watch, for once in his life actually grateful that Shiu goaded him into doing something. Jaw-dropped at the way youâre gushing all around him - like you couldnât stop. Again and again and-
âS-see? Fuck- What- oh shit, doll. All fâme? Good girl.â Eyeing that phone propped up by the bedside, Shiuâs face watching over the obscene mess on the bed. âWhat did I tell ya?â
âHeh, well whatever. Can ya make her do it twice?â
⥠NANAMI KENTO - Love is blind
Now, itâs not often that Nanami Kento took off his glasses. Rarely when he cuddled, not usually when he was kissing you - his pretty lilâ wife. And never when it was your lips down below that he was making out with.
âSo messy.â Nanami mutters, muffled around your puffy folds. Each word making you arch against the soft mattress. âAre you this messy just fâme? Mâso lucky, my love.â
Itâs all you can do to yelp as Nanami slides his tongue warningly between your folds, flicking at your swollen clit just enough to have you gripping so tightly at his blond strands. Pulling Nanamiâs face up from between your thighs with a strained groan.
And oh you assumed he was exaggerating, but it was so fucking difficult to look at Nanami, too. Glasses slightly foggy, cheeks flushed. Your sweet juices glossing his lips so prettily, dripping all the way down his jaw. Head tilting back ever-so-slightly to let it slide down his throat.
Making your head spin as he reaches over to press a chaste, wet peck to your lips. âJusâ let me take care of it.â
And take care of it he does. Immediately taking his favorite place in-between your legs, stuffing his face nose-deep into your dripping cunt. Hot tongue giving one, long lick up your folds, just barely dipping between them. The slow torture was delicious.Â
âKento-.â you let out a pouty little whine, one that goes straight to Nanamiâs aching cock. Ankles hooking around his broad shoulders to pull him impossibly closer, âD-donât tease.â
Heâs letting out such a dark chuckle, hot against your sloppy hole. Awe-struck at the way youâre glistening and clenching around nothing - so much so that Nanami almost considers taking off those tinted glasses to see this heavenly view better.Â
But no, instead, heâs breathing out a little, âFine.â Interrupting your soft sigh of relief to continue, âBut you better not get my hah- glasses dirty, darling.â
Nanami doesnât wait for your response - he doesnât have to. Already knowing that youâll be giving him a delirious little nod in agreement. So heâs digging his neat fingernails into your hips, pulling you closer to spread your lips with his tongue. Lapping so obscenely at the slick beading at your cunt over and over and-
It wasnât enough.
âShit. Fuck-â you flinch - maybe from those depraved little profanities hissed into your cunt. Maybe from the cold metal of his glasses hitting your heated core. Probably from the way Nanami was bullying his soft tongue into your tight pussy.
Pushing past that feeble resistance, one hand reaching behind to arch your deeper into his mouth. The other toying with your sensitive clit. Rolling the nub between two long fingers while he dips in and out of your hole at such a ruthless pace. In and out in and out in and-
âOh- fuck fuck fuck, Kento-â youâre grabbing at the expensive sheets so hard you worry they might tear. Thighs shaking and sliding off his shoulders. âSâtoo much- too deep.â
And ah, for how much Nanami pretends to be annoyed as he wraps your legs back around his head - it sends all the blood in his body rushing straight to his cock at how wrecked his cute wife was.
Moaning around your entrance, âRemember what I mm- said.â Your juices starting to drip down the corners of his mouth now. âGet it dirty and-â
âKento! Oh my god-â You buck wildly as he starts drawing lewd little circles on your clit. Nanamiâs little warnings the last thing on your mind as you feel yourself losing more and more of your sanity with each drip! drip! drip! of your slick down onto the mattress below.Â
Glasses completely fogged now, he makes out with your cunt through pure, feral need. Tongue matching in time with each yelp of his name leaving your mouth.Â
âF-fuck.â Nanamiâs smacking his lips against your own. âYou taste so good. So heavenly.â Your gummy walls sucking him up so sinfully that it was almost difficult to move faster, more erratic. âGonna make a mess fâme now? Gonna hah-âÂ
And, well, you did always manage to surprise him.
Because Nanami doesnât even get to finish his sentence, before your slutty pussy is gushing all around him.Â
Everywhere. Making such a mess as he tonguefucks you through your high, letting you use and angle his mouth all you wanted. So so sloppy with the way youâre soaking him in all your juices - down his chin, his tongue, all the way up to his sharp cheekbones and even-
âMy glasses.â Head so fucked-out already, you almost miss Nanamiâs dangerous little mutter. Raising your eyes to meet his and oh. Shit. âYou dirtied my glasses.â
As if to prove his point, Nanami them off, running a long finger down his frames. Slowly. Agonizingly. Pooling all your sweet slick on his fingertips, so tauntingly inspecting it in the dim lighting.Â
In a split-second, those dripping wet glasses are resting on the bridge of your nose, forcing you to peer over them at a dangerously looming Nanami.
âTold ya not to dirty my glasses, my love.â Smiling so dangerously, âThink this naught cunt of yours should be taught a lesson for that.â
⥠GETO SUGURU - Favorite part
Geto thinks that this might be his favorite part, whispering a ragged little, âGod, do you know how pretty you hah- look right now?â
You didnât - and itâs all you can do to even try and understand what your boyfriend was even cooing from behind. Too caught up in the way your legs were so pathetically trembling with the need to bounce back on his swollen cock.Â
âHngh- f-fuck Sugu- I-â
Sure to leave such lewd little marks for Geto to ogle at tomorrow, his toned pelvis against your ass, heavy balls on your clit, fingers on your hips to steady your fucked-out self. Sloppy - bruising, even.Â
So it only made sense that your high was the same - and he can only watch, eyes half-lidded, pupils blown, jaw falling slack in disbelief at the way your cunt was just gushing all around him. Fucking him over and over through your high.Â
âShit- shit shit shit.â you hear him breathe, fingers toying with your pretty clit desperately. âJusâ like that. Good girl.â
Your sweet sweet juices soaking his painfully hard cock, dripping down, down, down his heavy balls, glistening against his thighs. Squirting so obscenely around his twitching cock and shit- he just canât help but go over the edge as well.Â
âOh- oh god.â Geto throws his head back, giving you one, harsh thrust before heâs spilling all into your quivering cunt. Coating your walls such an obscene white, âThis pussy is ngh- magic, gorgeous. Fucking love her.â
Loved how you were squeezing him so tight.Â
Loved how you were so messy.Â
Loved how it made him think that you could squirt all over his dick again.Â
And he canât stop - couldnât, even if he wanted to. Hips still moving in quick, ragged jabs to your poor cervix, eyeing the way your poor, abused pussy was still drooling all around him. A lewd little mess of slick and cum, forming a pool on the sheets below.Â
And Geto canât even think to bring himself to be disgusted - why would he? After all, this was his favorite part, right?Â
âYou can mm- gimme another one, right?â You shiver as he flattens his feet on the damp mattress, kissing up your arched spine. Keening at the change in angle as his cock bullies impossibly deeper. Stars behind your eyes at how unfairly easily he finds that one spot. âYour slutty pussyâs gonna s-squirt all over me again?â Fat head hitting it over and over and-
âSuguru!â you squeal, and Geto raises his brows. Knowing you were absolutely fucking wrecked already - you never called him by his full name until you were fucked so dumb you couldnât remember his nickname. âSâtoo- much. Mâtoo ngh- sensitive.â
Your hands reach out to grab for the headboard - nails digging into the wood. Getoâs throbbing cock massaging your gummy walls so agonizingly that you almost miss him mutter a quiet, âNow, that wonât do.â
And before you know it, his big hands are prying yours off the bed, intertwining them so gently with his. Romantic - but you knew better, Geto just didnât want his pretty girl to run away.Â
Not when he knew you were so close - could tell by that breathy little ah! ah! ah! leaving your lips.Â
âPlease-â
Huffing in amusement, âPlease what?â
And you donât even know what youâre begging for - maybe for mercy? For Geto to let you fucking breathe? His cock too bruising against your cunt, drawing out incoherent whines with each drag of his tip down all the right spots. Trying so desperately to fuck that second orgasm out of you.Â
âHeh, canât even fuck- talk.â And itâs so dizzing how heâs puncturing each word with such a rough ram of his cock. So mean with the way he dips a hand lower to graze a long finger down your sensitive cunt - so messy and sensitive. Chuckling at your cute lilâ whines - at the way theyâre suddenly cut short when Geto shoves his dripping wet fingers between your lips. âNgh- well, if you donât wanna talkâŠâ
Close. Too close.Â
You mewl at the way he was pressing right at the back of your tongue, feeling the lewd little taste of him and you and him. âMmmpf- what are you-âÂ
âAt least donât try to escape, gorgeous.â he leans in close - so close. Long inky hair tickling your spine, breath hot against your ear, lips grazing yours. You think you could just pass out right then and there as his soft tongue darts out to lick at the mess heâs smeared across your glossy lips.Â
Grinning at the taste, at that look in your eyes that told him your cute cunt was about to give him another show, âCuz this is my favorite part.â
⥠CHOSO KAMO - Hair tie
If anyone found out why Choso Kamo was never seen without that black hair tie around his wrist, theyâd laugh in your face and tell you what a great joke that was.Â
That inconspicuous little thing heâd take around everywhere, whether he had his hair up or not. Itâs not like he exactly needed it, and most just assumed it was a fashion statement.Â
Only you knew what it meant to have Choso thumbing that little red imprint in public. Hooking a finger underneath, pulling back ever-so-slightly to let it snap! against his skin. Looking you right in the eyes as he does. Something dangerous. Subtle. Something that has you pressing your thighs together.Â
Something that has him pulling you to the nearest changing room in this crowded shopping mall, one hand covering your mouth, muffling your sweet sweet moans. The other, knuckle-deep in your dripping cunt. Â
âSorry, baby.â he gasps, kissing your forehead so mockingly gently. âYou just looked so fuckinâ pretty in that skirt. Needed you so- hah- bad.â
The skirt that was currently bunched at your waist, crumpling at Choso pushes you harder against the cool wall.Â
But Choso couldnât give a fuck about that right now, not as he shoves a knee between your trembling legs. He couldnât have his girl falling now, right? Long fingertips so desperately massaging your plushy walls, searching for that one-
âMmpfh! Hngh-â
Found it.
Without another word, heâs reeling two fingers back - all the way until they were barely kissing your sloppy hole. Plunging back in, hitting that spot over and over like he was addicted to the way your cunt was trying to suck him up so good. High off of every cute lilâ whine that escapes through his palm.Â
âShit, so fuckinâ gorgeous.â Breath hot against your ear, âLook.âÂ
You barely even realize it before you are, gasping at the obscene sight below. Your drenched panties pulled so lazily to the side. Sloppy.Â
âCanât get enough. Shit-â Pulling back to show off your slick glistening on his fingers, dripping down, down, down to that sinful hair tie. âFuuuck, baby. Need you to cum on my fingers. Please. Please-â Puffy folds milking Chosoâs fingers so hard that you wonder whether it didnât hurt - whether his wrist wasnât cramping up now, fingers sore.Â
And if they were, then, Choso didnât show it. Instead, heâs bullying a third finger inside your poor cunt, the stretch too much that you canât help but squeal. So fucking loud.Â
Knock! Knock! Knock!Â
âIs everything alright in there, maâam?â
Oh if the way your heavenly cunt was clenching around him was anything to go by, then Choso wished he did this sooner.Â
So entranced that he almost missed the concerned, âMaâam?â from outside.Â
âWh-whatâs the matter, baby?â he whispers lowly, biting down teasingly at your earlobe. Fingers still relentless, speeding up, even. And you could only pray the employee outside couldnât hear the lewd squelches as he did. âShy? Answer the hah- question.â
And shit, you could cry as he wrenches his hand away from your mouth. Grinning as you let out a broken little, âY-yeah.â Cringing at how unconvincing you sound, âIâm jus-â
Whatever stupid excuse that was to come out of your mouth dies in your throat as Choso runs his thumb over your throbbing clit.Â
âI-Iâm al-right.â
âAre you sure?â
âYes.â
And itâs as if he takes that up as a challenge to prove youâre so utterly not.Â
Not when Chosoâs drawing tight little circles in time with the way heâs hitting that one spot, arching you like such a slut into his touch. Ignoring the concerned remarks from outside as he speeds up his pace, not even bothering to cover your mouth this time because he wanted to hear all your pretty moans.Â
So much so that youâre mentally preparing to get caught - maybe even arrested.Â
But still youâre so close.Â
Halfway through imagining how Choso would snap his hair tie during the trial when that voice speaks up again. âWellâŠplease let us know if you need any help.â
Those footsteps from outside barely even heading away before heâs sighing, âSheâs gone now.â he bites down on your lower lip. âYâcan hah- cum fâme, yâknow? Make a mess?â Grinding down his rock-hard erection on your thigh, already so damp through his pants. âFucking cover me in it.â
And then you are - all over Chosoâs hand. Kissing him hard, to stop yourself from screaming as he quirks his fingers just right. Fucking you through your high as you drench him in all your juices, soaking his hair tie, trailing onto the floor in a lewd drip! drip! drip!Â
Obscene. Exactly the way he wanted it.Â
So fucking pretty with the way youâre squirting all over his hand, thighs trembling, lips wobbling. That new skirt of yours so filthy now that Choso canât help but eye the pile of clothes right next to you. Gritting out a ragged, âWe got so many more clothes to try on.â
⥠RYOMEN SUKUNA - X marks the spot
âYouâre going to cum fâme just like this, okay, brat?â
Maybe itâs the way youâre sat so prettily on Sukunaâs muscular thigh, squirming ever-so-slightly as he starts bouncing his leg to the beat of the thumping music. Maybe itâs the way you canât do anything but let out a stifled gasp, desperately trying not to attract any attention towards the two of you in the dimly-lit VIP area of this overcrowded club.
But Sukuna just canât help but tease you.Â
Canât help but trail a finger along your thigh, goosebumps rising so deliciously at the scrape of his nail. Up, up, up to confirm his suspicious and oh-Â
He was right. No panties.
âHeh, such a naughty little minx, arenât ya?â he canât help the surprise that bleeds into his voice, pulling your back flush against his chest. Cradling your neck into his pecs, âActing all innocent but youâre just begging to be used like such a slut, huh?â
The clink of a belt, and suddenly youâre feeling a sliver of skin - warm. Soft, sat right above where you knew he had that sinful little tattoo.Â
âB-but Kuna-â you flinch as the cold air hits you before you know it. Looking over your shoulder to catch that fucking smug smirk as Sukuna flips your flimsy skirt to rest your dripping cunt on his bare thigh. And to anyone else, it would probably just look like youâre just seated on his lap. But you gasp, âHere?â
âWhy not?â
If anyone heard your broken whine, then you didnât have the courage to raise your head and look. Hazy eyes locked with Sukunaâs as he starts rocking you on his thigh. Fingers digging into your hips, dragging your sloppy pussy. Grip tight, bruising almost - like he was trying to hold himself back from doing anything more.Â
âAww, my messy girl.â And fuck if it wasnât difficult to not just fuck you right then and there with the way your puffy folds were spread on his thigh. Drooling all the way down to the gaudy couch below. âWhoâre you this wet for?â
But Sukunaâs skin against your was so hot. Your brain too foggy. His words too mean. And you canât help but let out some incoherent babble.
One that has him wrapping a hand around your neck, nails positioned right above your racing pulse, forcing you to blink tearily up at him. âSorry, pretty. Canât hear you above this fuckinâ music.â Biting down on your earlobe - just a little punishment, âWhat were you sayinâ?â
âNgh- f-fuck-â you moan, clit catching on the curves and dips of his muscles, rippling as he bounces you faster in time with your slutty lilâ movements. âOnly for ngh- you.â
Voice such a low purr in your ear now, âWho?â
âY-you, Kuna-â
âYeahhhh, fuck.â he grunts, angling his head just right to better take in the fucking heavenly view. Back arching, swollen folds spread so shamefully as you hump him like some bitch in heat. Making such a mess all over his thigh tattoo in a way that makes Sukuna so fucking glad he got it. âSâexactly what I like to hear.â
And God, he didnât even have to tell you for you to realize. Because you could feel the way his rock-hard cock jumps against his boxers - so rock-hard and pressing up against your ass in a damp patch.Â
One hand tightening around your throat, the other dipping below to draw urgent, messy little circles on your clit. Over and over.Â
You dare to crack an eye open and look at the room around you, hips still grinding down so pathetically on his thigh. Clenching down so hard on nothing as you wonder how someone - anyone - could see the two of you and-
âOi, look at me, brat.â heâs tugging your head up to his again. Hands getting more erratic - like he wanted to distract you from anything but him him him. âFocus on me. On how fucking good this pretty pussy is feeling.â
As if you could do anything but.
Bucking softly into his angry erection, causing Sukuna to let out a low, drawn-out hiss. âEvil lilâ thing.â he drags his lips down your sensitive neck. Pulling your hips harder against that tattoo. âGuess it ngh- makes sense though becauseâŠâ you blink up tearily at him as he trails off. Barely noticing the trembling in his fingers, both your rhythms getting so sloppy. Untimed. As rough as the look in Sukunaâs eyes as he whispers, â-because youâre mine.â
And then he spits - right into yout waiting mouth. Once. Twice.Â
Loud enough that it definitely makes a few stray onlookers glance, faces immediately burning at the sight of Sukuna kissing you. Just a messy clash of lips and teeth and tears.
Tears as you cum with a strangled gasp, drunk up so greedily by Sukuna as you squirt all over his thigh. So fucking messy. Seeping into his pants, all the way down to the couch below, but especially his tattoo. That ring of ink soaked in your juices - right where Sukuna wanted.
And if you were in any better state of mind youâd have been embarrassed - shy, even.
Instead, youâre glancing down at the way his thigh was glistening in the dim light, delicate strings of slick snapping as you lean back closer.Â
âDonât you have- hah- the same tattoo on your cock, too, Kuna?â
⥠GOJO SATORU - Sweeter this way
âSuch a filthy cunt on my sweet, sweet girl.â Gojo has the audacity to throw his head back and laugh - laugh - at how breathless and fucked out you were on top of him already. âCâmon, what ngh- happened to taking control?â
Ah, right - you bat your lashes lazily, blinking away the tears in your eyes to be met with that fucking smug smirk on your boyfriendâs face. So much for taking control tonight.
âY-youâre a ngh- cheater, Toru.â you hiss, but you canât stop your hips from grinding down so pathetically to meet with his rough pace. Jolting every time his leaking tip hit that one spot. âIt was sâpposed to be hah- m-my turn to take charge.â
And oh how you had the strongest whining underneath you, two big arms looping around your waist to pull you against his toned chest.Â
âBut, sweetheart~â Craning his neck to graze his lips against your bruised ones - so fleeting, gentle. Exactly what his hips werenât. âIsnât it s-so much sweeter this way?â
You donât know what it is about it - maybe at the dangerous little tone dripping from Gojoâs words. Maybe at the way each one was punctured by a messy, harsh thrust into your tight pussy. But it has shivers running down your spine - all the way to your bulging cunt, so stuffed and ravaged by his cock.Â
Words a bit more breathless than youâd have liked as you mutter, âW-what do you oh fuck- Toru. What do you mean âsweetâ?â
The only response you get is one hand pushing the hair out of his eyes, the other just bruising on your hips. Pulling you up, up, up on Gojoâs swollen cock like you were weightless, the arms in his biceps rippling when Gojo slams you down. Hard.Â
Toned pelvis hitting your ass as he rams his cock into you. Again. And again. And again and again and-
âMâgonna show ya.â he grins, free hand roling your poor clit between two fingers. âGonna show ya how much sweeter fuck-â Gojoâs eyes fly open as you clench so hard around him. On purpose - a warning. âHah, feisty. But just you wait. Mâgonna show ya.â
Having you feeling more and more like some curse heâs out to vanquish with the way heâs fucking you so merciless.
âMerciless?â Gojo cocks his head in a way that almost makes you forget to realize that oh, shit you said that out loud. âMhm, sure did.â he hums, in a tone that was way too proud of himself. âNâ you h-havenât even seen the ngh- best of it.â
You were getting impatient now - and so was Gojo.Â
For all his talk, letting you grind your hips down to meet his rough cadence. So difficult with the way the man was getting impossibly faster. Sloppier.Â
The look in his eyes is so feral. His hands so unforgiving, pushing your knees further apart. So erratic on your clit, drawing quick, messy little patterns in a way that has you wondering whether this is more for you or himself.Â
Heâs whispering, like a mantra now. âGonna show ya- gonna show hah- fuck- mâgonna.â Running only on this and the way you were sucking him up so obscenely. Clit throbbing so fast under his thumb in a way he knew that it was about to be- âNow.â
As if on command, you cum. And not just any orgasm - no, when Gojo Satoru is out to prove a point, he will prove it five times over. Which is why he has you squirting like such a slut all over his rock-hard cock.Â
âOh- f-oh my god. Toru!â
Gojoâs own orgasm just a quick, sharp spike of pleasure, coating your puffy walls an obscene white before heâs pushing your limp body further back to get a better view and shit-Â
That only has you gushing around him harder. So animalistically. Dick twitching wildly at the slick glistening all over Gojoâs abs, dribbling down, down, down to those tufts of white at his base. Some reaching his parted lips, and fuck if Gojo can stop himself from running his tongue along them.
Running a finger at the lewd pool on his abs before bringing them up to his mouth, âOh, baby.â Eyes half-lidded, miles away yet still boring right into yours as he licks up his dripping wet index with a lewd groan. Pooling your sinful juices on his tongue. Heady. Addictive. âSee? Sweeter this way.â
Your jaw drops into a soft oh! as Gojo pulls away with a lewd pop! looking like it fucking killed him to do so.Â
Strings of slick connecting to those pretty pink lips, snapping ever so slightly as he murmurs a dark, âWonder if itâll be twice as sweet if I cum twice in your pretty pussy, hm?â
A/N. Hope yâall have a good day.
Plagiarism not authorized.
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âYES MAâAM? . . MORE LIKE YES MOMMY ! â | jjk + aot
⥠tags : sukuna + toji + gojo + nanami â a compilation of your favs and how they submit to you . . . content includes positions such as rimming, begging, thigh humping, handjob, blowjob, overstim??, size kink, bondage, pet names used âbby, pretty boy, mommy,â etc. MDNI 19+ 8.0K WC
SUKUNA | bondage + slight handjob + cunninlingus
âoi, princess â gonnaâ sit there all night or get this shit over with already?â sukuna questions you, whoâs sitting rather delightfully for someone who knew damn well they were in a work of trouble after all this was over with, and as much as he wouldâve loved to be the one to end this little power trip you were on, there were some . . obstacles in the way.
to name a few of those said obstacles : the infamous king was currently in a little bit of a knot, muscles on display as his usual mischievous smirk was now being replaced by a rather adorable scowl. his strong arms were bound behind his back, ropes digging into his skin all over â and oh! his thick dick, around 9-ish inches, standing proud and tall against his stomach, thumping every time you came near him. you knew he hated this - more than anything, but to see him surrendering, succumbing to you and only you . .
it was definitely something youâd take a few extra spanks to the ass for later.
âmy, my . . donât go gettinâ all bossy on me, kuna. are you forgetting whoâs in charge?â you whisper near his ear, moving a hand to stroke his shaft slowly. you were like a shark scenting blood in water the way your hand began to move in circles, âlook at you . .â
his eyes flashed with indignation even as his cock jumped at your words, flushed and leaking against his chiseled abdomen. âi should tear you from limb to limb for this â just for the fun of it, really.â
you chuckled darkly, fisting a hand in his hair and yanking his head back. âyou should . . but you wonât. right? because deep down, you want to submit to me, donât you, sukuna? wannaâ be brought to heel, made to beg and plead for release . .â
he snarled wordlessly but didn't deny it, straining against his bonds. you could see the conflict in his eyes, immense pride warring with dark, forbidden desire. slowly, testing, you trailed your fingers down his heaving chest, once again skimming teasingly light over his throbbing erection. he twitched, a strangled groan escaping through his gritted teeth. âjust give in,â you coaxed silkily, cupping his heavy sack, rolling it in your palm. âsurrender to me and iâll make you feel so good, better than you ever imagined . .â
he glared up at you from the chair, mutinously but you could feel his resolve crumbling. grinding his jaw, he gave a single, jerky nod. triumph and dark arousal surged through you. the king of curses, deadly and proud, was yours to command.
unhurriedly, you stripped off your thin robe and kicked it aside. his corvine eyes raked over your bare form, pupils blown with lust. âopen,â you instructed, stepping close and fisting his hair again. obediently, he parted his lips, letting you guide his face to your aching center.
the first hot swipe of his tongue between your folds made you gasp and shudder. he lapped at you again, more firmly, clearly savoring your taste. âthatâs it,â you praised breathlessly, grinding against his face. âfinally put that mouth to good use, make me drip all over you, yeah?â
he snarled into your cunt, tongue delving deeper, flicking over your throbbing clit. you keened, yanking at his hair as shocks of pleasure radiated through you. he licked and sucked voraciously, making obscene wet sounds as he ate you out. the fact that he was just about on his damn knees, servicing you, nearly undid you all on its own. âf-fuck, kuna,â you whined, head thrown back as he tongue-fucked your entrance, rubbing his nose against your clit. âjusâ like that, donât stop, gonnaâ c-cum, baby . .â
he moaned into you, doubling his efforts, devouring your cunt like a man starved. your thighs shook, stomach tightening as you hurtled towards your peak. you felt his teeth graze your clit and you shattered with a sharp cry, gushing into his eager mouth as you came â and he lapped up every drop, working you through the aftershocks until you had to push his head away, too sensitive. panting, you looked down at him, taking in his glossy, slick chin and wild, feverish eyes. âsuch a good boy,â you purred, thumbing over his wet, swollen lips. âi think youâve earned a reward . .â
TOJI | blowjob + handcuffs lol :3
âcolor?â you checked as you finished securing tojiâs cuffs to the headboard, sitting back to survey your handiwork.
âgreen,â he rasped immediately, testing the bonds. they held fast, keeping him splayed beneath you, entirely at your mercy. âvery fuckinâ green.â
you smiled, trailing light fingers down his chest, teasing his dusky nipples. âgood. yâknow what to say if it gets to be too much.â
he shook his head stubbornly even as he arched into your touch with a bitten-off groan. âwonât need to. i can take anything you dish out.â
âmhmm, weâll see about that,â you mused, pinching and tugging at his sensitive nubs until he was writhing. âby the time mâ done, youâll be all fucked out.â
he shuddered, cock twitching where it lay thick and flushed against his abs, leaking steadily. âdo your worst, sweetheart,â he goaded, eyes sparking challenge. grinning fiercely, you set about taking him apart with hands and mouth, mapping every ridge and valley of his powerful body. you traced the v cut of his hips with your tongue, mouthed teasingly at his inner thighs, ghosted hot breath over his aching cock. he cursed and bucked beneath you, muscles bunching and straining uselessly against the metal cuffs as you worked him into a frenzy.
âoh god . . fuck, [ â
], please,â he finally burst out as you lapped kitten-ishly at his weeping cockhead. âs-stop teasinâ me, baby!â
âi told you youâd beg, didnât i?â you asked smugly, swirling your tongue around his throbbing cock. âask me nicely for what you want, toji. maybe iâll give it to you . .â
he threw his head back with a tortured groan, tendons standing out in stark relief as he fought his body's demands. âplease,â he grated out. âplease suck my cock. i need your mouth on me so bad ââ you cut him off by swallowing him down to the hilt in one swift motion, nose nestling in his wiry curls. âa-agh, fuck!â he shouted, hips jerking instinctively, trying to fuck into your tight, wet throat. you held his bucking hips down easily, working him hard and fast, just the way he liked.
âfuck, baby, y-yes,â he babbled, head thrashing on the pillow. âgod, your mouth, so fuckinâ good tâme . . mânot gonnaâ last like this.â
you pulled off long enough to rasp out, âthen donât. i want to taste you, want you to come for me,â before sinking back down on him, humming around his thickness. toji cried out brokenly as his orgasm crashed into him, pulsing hot and bitter over your tongue. you worked him through it greedily, milking him until he was twitching and gasping from the intensity. when you finally released him, he was flushed and glassy - eyed, chest heaving as he came down.
âtold you i could take it,â he slurred, a loopy half-smile tugging at his lips.
âaww, baby,â you whispered wickedly, crawling up his body to hover over him. âweâre jusâ gettinâ started.â
SATORU | rimming + toru calls you mommy
âtell me what you want,â you murmured as you trailed open-mouthed kisses down satoruâs quivering tummy, fingertips skimming teasingly light over his trembling inner thighs. âiâll give you anything, everything, jusâ tell me . .â
he whined low in his throat, hips canting up needily as you breathed hot over his rigid cock, lips a mere whisper from his fevered skin. âplease, [â
], i need . .â he babbled, voice high and thready with desperation. âi need you inside me, opening me up, fucking m-me deep. please, please, please . .â
âshhh, iâve got you love,â you soothed, pressing a kiss to his dripping cockhead even as you circled a slick finger around his fluttering rim. âjusâ relax for me, let me take care of you, honey.â â and he did, head lolling back and thighs falling open wantonly as you carefully breached him, sinking your finger into his clutching hole. he was so soft and smooth inside, muscles gripping your digit hungrily as you started a gentle in and out rhythm.
his cock twitched and leaked against his belly, untouched, as you worked him open reverently, carefully adding a second finger when he was pliant enough. he moaned brokenly, bearing down on the stretch and burn, greedy for more. ây-yes, like that,â he panted, hands fisting in the sheets. âfuck, it feels so good, mommy . .â
âi know, i know . . youâre such a good boy, huh? letting me touch you like this, letting me relax you,â you coo, and on that note, you twisted your wrist, crooking your fingers just right, and satoru jolted like heâd been nearly electrocuted, a ragged shout tearing from his throat.
ât-there!â he cried out, back arching clear off the mattress. âoh fuck, [â
], right there, please!â you aimed for that spot mercilessly, milking his prostate with every push and pull of your hand. he was babbling wordlessly now, head thrashing on the pillow, legs shaking and stomach muscles fluttering as his pleasure mounted.
you knew he was close when his cock started to twitch and jerk against his belly, drooling copiously. anticipation coiled hot and tight in your gut as you fingered him faster, pressing hard on that secret bundle of nerves. âcâmon, toru,â you coaxed breathlessly, transfixed by the erotic sight of him. âlet go for me, cum on mommyâs fingers.â
satoru does as heâs told, back bowing nearly in half as his orgasm ripped through him with a strangled cry of your name. hot ropes of pearly cum striped his chest and abs as he pulsed and clenched rhythmically around your fingers, milking them for all he was worth. you gentled him through the aftershocks, drawing out his pleasure until he was boneless and trembling, floating in post orgasmic bliss.
slowly, you withdrew your fingers, ignoring his whimper of loss. âyou did so well,â you praised, kissing his slack, parted lips. âmy perfect boy. think you can get it up for me one more time? wannaâ feel it splitting me open . .â
NANAMI | face sitting + he rides your thigh
nanami knelt naked and trembling, lean muscles pulled taut in anticipation as he waited for your next command. his hard, flushed cock jutted proudly from between his powerful thighs, dripping steadily onto the carpet. youâd been teasing him for what felt like hours, keeping him on a razorâs edge of pleasure and pain, never quite letting him find relief in any way at all.
âbaby,â he finally rasped, voice scraped raw from begging. âplease, [â
], i need you.â
âmm-mm, tell me, kento,â you demanded, pacing around his kneeling form slowly. âtell me exactly what you need.â
he shuddered bodily, adam's apple bobbing as he swallowed hard. âi-i need to cum, please, iâll do anything, just let me cum â i canât take anymore . .â
âhmmm.â you pretended to consider, though arousal simmered molten in your veins at his desperate plea. âyou beg so pretty, baby. maybe . . maybe youâve earned it, whaddoâya say?â
ây-yeah, yes, yes,â he babbled, hope and relief suffusing his handsome face. âiâll be so good for you, i swear, just tell me what you want from me -â
âyour mouth,â you interrupted, fisting a hand in his hair and tugging his head back, baring the strong column of his throat. âi wannaâ ride your face tilâ i cum, paint you in me. and if you do a good job, iâll let you hump my thigh like the desperate slut you are until you make a mess all over both of us. how does that sound?â
âabsolutely fucking perfect,â he breathed, pupils blown wide and dark with need. âanything, i want to taste you, wannaâ be soaked in you, sweetheart . .â you didnât need to hear much further, moaning low in your throat, you sank down fully, your fingers weaving into his thick hair as smothered his face between your thighs. he immediately sealed his hot mouth over your dripping sex, lapping at you broad and greedy. you cried out sharply, hips rocking into the perfect pressure, luxuriating in the wet sounds of his enthusiasm.
he licked deep into your core, nose nudging your throbbing clit, hitting all your most sensitive spots with unerring accuracy. familiar heat started coiling deep in your belly as he worked you relentlessly, taking you apart with lips and tongue and just a hint of teeth.
âoh fuck, kento, sâ sâgood . .â you gasped, grinding shamelessly against his face, chasing your pleasure. âyouâre sâgood for me, so perfect â mâgetting close!â
he groaned into your cunt, doubling his efforts, tongue fluttering hummingbird-quick over your clit as he finger fucked your hungry cunt. your thighs quaked, pressure building to an impossible crescendo deep inside. you were already just seconds from shattering apart. then he curled his fingers just right, hitting that spot that made your vision white out as he sucked hard on your aching nub, and you were gone. completely gone. back arching, breath seizing, you came with a hoarse cry, gushing slick over his face and fingers as exquisite pleasure crashed through you in relentless waves.
he worked you through it, drawing out your peak until you were too sensitive and had to push him away weakly. panting, you looked down at him, his chin and cheeks glazed with your essence, eyes fever-bright as he stared up at you in awe. âwas that - was i good?â he croaked, lips and chin shiny with your juices.
âso good,â you assured him, thumbing over his swollen mouth before bringing your slick fingers to your own lips for an indulgent taste. ânow come here and take what you need. you've earned it.â
groaning brokenly, he surged up to wrap his arms around your hips desperately, rutting his painfully hard cock against your thigh. you held him steady as he took his pleasure, hips snapping frantically, chasing his long-awaited release.
âthatâs it, kento,â you cooed, carding your fingers through his sweaty hair as he panted and mewled into your neck. âfuck my thigh just like that, get it all wet nâ filthy with your cum . .â
his broken sob was muffled against your throat as he finally let go, pulsing hot and messy between your bodies as he came completely untouched. you gentled him through it, murmuring praise and reassurance as he shook and gasped and clutched you like a lifeline.
after long moments, he gradually calmed, breath evening out. you continued to stroke his hair, his back, holding him close in the warm afterglow.
âyou did so well, sweet boy,â you murmured into his hair. âtook everything i gave you so beautifully. mâ so proud of you.â
he whimpered quietly, nuzzling into your neck. âthank you,â he rasped. âfor letting me be good for you. i needed that so much.â
âi know baby.â you pressed a tender kiss to his temple. âyouâre always sâgood for me. my perfect, pretty boy. now letâs get you cleaned up and into bed. want me to hold you?â
he nodded against your skin, clinging tighter. you smiled, heart full to bursting with affection. seeing him like this - open, vulnerable, trusting you so implicitly - was a gift youâd never stop being grateful for, and one thatâd never stop giving.
âi got you, ken,â you promised as you gathered him closer, turning to lead him to bed. âiâll always take care of you, baby. always.â
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AU where PIWD is a RPG game that follows LBH defeating the disgraced cultivator turned demon king (emperor? lord? Whatever) Shen Qingqiu and becomes the demon king and gets a harem made up of his adventuring party.
Shen Yuan had playing it and it sucked major ass (I might make him fond of SQQ again the au is growing on me ngl). He enters the modding community for the game. He makes mods that give story behind the characters, give the girls actual personalities, fleshes out the villain, etc. He's fairly popular in the community and is well known to be Airplane's biggest hater.
Shen Yuan gets a helper eventually someone that also dislikes how the story went (totally not Airplane on an Alt account. nope.) and together they work on a mod that completely rewrites the whole thing because the game mechanics are good enough. (Airplane finally gets to tell the story he wanted)
It's their magnum opus. It takes years to finish and when they finally upload it, bullshit happens and they both end up croaking because yay đ
Shen Yuan gets thrown into the modded version of PIDW. He is the current demon king's son. He recognizes that he will be the demon king that is the predecessor to Shen Qingqiu.
He tries to run away from his fate and ends up running right to the throne and accidentally becomes way over qualified. He eventually resigns to his fate and instead focuses on making sure his staff is loyal to him because the former demon king was betrayed by his staff or something.
Shen Yuan ends up becoming one of the most well liked kings in their history without realizing it.
One day when he's doing fuck all in the mortal realm. He encounters a town gets raided. He came too late to stop it, but he did manage to take down the raiders (Huan Hua Palace). He looked over the town and didn't find many survivors, one was a little girl that he picked up after she clung to him in desperation.
He takes the survivors back with him and makes sure they're fine, but accidentally adopts the girl since she tugged at his heartstrings. So he has a daughter now.
Years pass and he becomes an old man before he figures out how to halt his aging (old man Shen Yuan makes me feel things). And by then his daughter (take a wild guess who it is with my track history. c'mon we all know it's Su Xiyan) is an accomplished cultivator.
He's proud of his daughter and insists that she at least visits him. Su Xiyan eventually joins a sect/guild (honestly depends on how much RPG I want to make this) and gets aquatinted with the people there.
She becomes friends with one of the cultivators there named Shen Jiu and they're both very catty and take shit all the time.
Things happens, plot occurs, and Su Xiyan accidentally releases an ancient demon that had been sealed away for centuries. She is fascinated by his pathetic rizz and decides that "sure, I'll fuck that."
She brings back her totally-not-demon boyfriend to the rest and he is accepted in (YQY couldn't find it in himself to really gaf). Eventually Huan Hua Palace requests for help to take down the demon king.
And even though they have an ancient demon among them they said "yeah sure :)" Cang Qiong ends up being the ones to actually do the journey.
They get there, it was a tiresome and perilous journey. And they're finally at the demon king's throne room in front of this terrifying demon and this terrifying demon is like
SY: "Oh my God. Hi Xiyan you're visiting again? You were here a few days ago. Are these your friends? :D"
SXY: "Hey dad. These are my friends also we're here to kill you :)"
SY: "Woah really? That's great, sweetie! Make sure to aim for the head :D"
The cultivators get their asses handed to them (Tianlang-jun's ass was NOT helping)
And instead of getting killed by Shen Yuan he invites them to dinner to recover their strength. And like the demon king is like pretty chill and asks if they want to try to kill him again. Yue Qingyuan proposes an alliance instead.
Shen Yuan agrees because he figured out that trying to run from your fate brings you straight to it, and he might as well benefit his kingdom before he's killed.
The dealings take a while (a suspicious amount of time) so Yue Qingyuan, Shen Qingqiu, and Shen Yuan get aquatinted. They start having tea and gossip and maybe start a bookclub :D
Shen Yuan thinks he somehow thinks he befriended the guildmaster and his future murderer and is a little confused while Yue Qingyuan and Shen Qingqiu is like "This Gap Moe is Crazy. We wanna fuck this old man đ€đ€đ€"
Eventually they do, in fact, fuck that old man. Su Xiyan is not impressed that her friends are dating her dad. Tianlang-jun is personally enjoying the fanfiction.
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Canât stop thinking aboutâŠbeing JJâs Maybanks older sister being fucked by Older! Rafe. Word count like 600. Oral! Fem recieving! Pussy slapping! Degrading and praise! Unprotected sex! Breeding kink! Dividers by @xxbimbobunnyxx
Being JJâs older sister also came with a reputation. You were a cheerleader in high school. Known for your slightly intimidating demeanor and sultry personality. You often stood up for your younger brother, especially from your shit father. Even taking a few hits. But now, being in college, you didnât have time to worry about JJ, who was traveling the world with his friends.
You were now focused on your drink, a drink Rafe Cameron had poured for you. He was almost ten years older than you, a successful businessman and sexy bachelor. You craved him the moment you saw him shopping last week, wearing your skin tight clothes that accentuated your curves and tits. Rafe didnât resist your temptation, leaned into your seductive words and eyes. That brought you to tonight. Lounging in his bedroom with your matching bra and panties. Your mouth savored the last drop of wine as Rafe watched you. His blue stare burning through you.
âLay down,â He says, his raspy voice demanding and you quickly listen. Rafe kneels over you, big hands trailing your bare torso and grips your hips.
âFuck, Angel. Keep giving me those eyes and Iâm gonna explode. But Iâm gonna taste that perfect cunt of yours.â He promises and peels off your underwear.
You shiver, your nipples hardening as he kisses down your chest, stomach and finally hovers above your cunt as it leaks onto the sheets. Rafeâs tongue focuses on your clit when he presses his face against you, fingers pushing through your entrance as he moans. âFuck, you taste so sweet, princess. Mmm, needed my girl.â
You whine and pant as he sucks the bud into his mouth, making you writhe on his face as he groans. âCould just cum from this. Been wanting to do this for hours. Need me to take care of you? Make you forget all those bad memories?â
You nod and grunt as he leans back and slaps your cunt. Shocking you at first before he slaps it again, his soaked fingers swirling your clit as youâre pushed over the edge.
âAww, is that all you need? My girl just needing her pussy slapped? Thatâs so fuckin sexy, baby girl. You needed a real man to fuck you. Someone who knows how to take care of a pretty girl.â Rafe smirks and then pulls down his pants. Boxers fall to the side of the bed as he pumps his thick dick a few times, leaking tip twitching before he shoves it in. âAh, fuck. You needed this didnât you? Needed me to stuff you full?â
âMhm,â you cry out and grip his shoulders as he pounds into you. âFuck, baby. I want you to cum in me, make me yours. Please, Iâm begging.â
âFuckin dirty slut, huh? Need me to breed your desperate pussy? Donât worry, nothing is gonna go to waste.â Rafe promises and thrusts deeper, reaching the most sensitive parts.
Your head throws back as your climax sends you over the edge and you exhale sharply when he flips you on your hands and knees. Rafe slaps your ass and wraps his arm around your neck.
âSuch a filthy little whore for me, arenât you? No one else is gonna fuck you like me. Make you cum like me. You are mine, now fucking say it.â He growls in your ear and you obediently repeat his words. âGood girl, making me so proud.â
All your life you went without an older man and now, you were being fucked by the Outer banks most desired one.
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SUPER DRIVE
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summary: the one where your boyfriend tries teaching you one of their choreographies, but you end up in the hospital
pairing: idol!hoshi x fem!reader
genre: fluff, established relationship | word count: 2k
warnings | a couple of swear words, and one suggestive joke
âAre you trying to get me killed?âÂ
Having a boyfriend who was a dancer was a dream and a nightmare at once. You loved watching him on stage and in practice, how he changed into a whole different person when he worked on a new choreography, working his ass off until dusk - you felt so proud whenever he ran straight to you at the backstage after they won an award.
But right now you wanted to curse him more than ever. This wasnât the first time Hoshi tried to teach you one of their choreographies, but it had to be the first time that he wanted you to fall face flat into the ground.Â
âHow am I even supposed to move my foot like that?â You looked at his reflection in the mirror, horrified. âOh come on, itâs not that hard, you just have to,â and then proceeded to make the most confusing moves known to humankind.
Your boyfriend was an excellent teacher, that was not up for debate, but it seemed that he forgot you werenât a dancer - you struggled with learning the choreo for Darling, and now he wanted you to dance to Super like it was Macarena.Â
âBaby, slow down, please,â you whined, pulling at his arms to stop him from moving. âI know youâre this cool super star dancer and shit, but I donât know if youâve noticed, Iâm not,â you pointed to yourself, looking at him with a serious expression.
He laughed, pulling you to a sweaty embrace, his arms tightly wrapped around your shoulders. âIâm sorry, Iâll go a bit slower âkay?â He looked down at you with a smile and you rolled your eyes, because you knew it wouldnât help much. âWhat are you smirking at Kwon Soonyoung?âÂ
âNothing,â he murmured, running his knuckle across your cheek. âVery funny,â you snorted, pushing him away, though he didnât move much. Damn you muscles. âKeep joking like that, and you wonât get dinner for the next month.âÂ
âI could live without that,â he smiled, turning back to the mirror.Â
âOkay then, I wonât suck yo-,âÂ
âOkay, okay, I get it. Letâs get back to dancing.âÂ
You smirked watching how his ears turned slightly red, as he tried to concentrate on the choreo.Â
The sun had long set when you finally got the first steps and could easily dance the chorus of the song, which earned you a total of fifteen kisses from Soonyoung messily placed all across your face. âI told you you could do it,â he couldnât stop smiling as he watched you dance more comfortably now.
Soonyoung loved dancing as much as he loved you - he breathed and lived for performing, and he never thought heâd find someone whoâd be as supportive as you were. Even if you had to come to the studio in the middle of the night because he was having a mental breakdown - you never complained, you were there for him through thick and thin, and heâd never be able to thank you enough for that.Â
You were his comfort place, his safe haven, and Sooyoung would do anything to make you happy in return.Â
But almost killing you - that wasn't on his list. Â
âOkay, babe, letâs teach you the next part.âÂ
You sighed, rubbing your forehead. You weren't sure if it was because you had been dancing for the past couple of hours, or if it was just because you were hungry, but you felt your vision blur a bit. But that didnât matter - your boyfriend looked over the moon as he showed you the next steps, trying to take it as slow as he could so you could match his pace.Â
Besides, you were sure you'd get better in a second.
âDid you get it?â Soonyoung turned around, his sweaty black bangs sticking to his forehead. If you werenât feeling so bad youâd run your hand through his hair, pushing them back from his eyes. He always scrunched his eyes adorably whenever you did that. âBaby, you okay?â your boyfriend asked, this time more concerned. Â
âOf course, donât worry,â you tried to sound as convincing as possible. You didnât want to cut your date short just because you were feeling a bit off. With their tight schedule and overseas trips you werenât sure when would be the next time youâd get so much time for yourselves, and if you told him you werenât feeling good, heâd immediately make you go home. âI just had to take a short break,â you smiled.Â
Although Hoshi didnât seem that convinced, looking a bit sceptical back at you, he resumed his explanation on the choreo as you tried to follow along. A couple of minutes passed and you actually started to feel a bit better, you even went back to bickering with him, as he laughed at you failing miserably at a certain step.Â
âNext time,â you said, gasping for air. âWeâre going to have a cooking date, and then weâll see whoâll be the one laughing, you moron.âÂ
âHey! You didnât have to agree to this,â your boyfriend whined, looking at you with the biggest boba ball eyes. âIâm just kidding, baby, you know I love dancing with you. I just didnât realise how extreme this choreo is.âÂ
âLetâs just finish up this part, and go home, yeah?âÂ
You nodded, as Soonyoung placed a kiss on your forehead, caressing the back of your head. âYouâre doing such a good job, baby. No matter how much I laugh at you, youâre fucking amazing,â you scrunched your nose at his corniness, as he pecked your forehead again.Â
And thatâs when the blurriness came back. With nausea this time.Â
Now you were sure you needed to eat something or else youâd collapse, but that would mean youâd have to leave the studio because neither of you thought about bringing any snack with you. You just decided to push through it, a couple of minutes wouldnât make a big difference anyway.Â
âAnd then you do the jump, but watch your feet because you have to kind of twist them like this when you land,â Hoshi showed you the footwork and how you were supposed to finish the step, looking at you carefully through the mirror. âGot it, babe?âÂ
You nodded your head, though you werenât sure how much of what he had just shown you you got. Soonyoung pulled out his phone, turning on the music, totally oblivious to how much you were struggling next to him.Â
For a while you were doing great - you followed Hoshiâs every step as best as you could, paying attention to your footwork and arms. You could do this, it was almost over.Â
But the moment your foot touched the floor after the jump, you felt a sudden ache in your ankle radiating up your entire leg and before you knew what was happening, you fell unconscious to the floor. A panicked âbabyâ was the last thing you heard before everything turned black.Â
Soonyoung knew something was wrong, he was your boyfriend - of course he knew when you were unwell, he was too in love with you not to notice it. If he only knew how badly you were feeling heâd carry your stubborn ass home himself, because he knew that there was no way youâd leave the studio, youâd just keep on repeating that you were fine.Â
The plan was to finish the last part of the dance, hug the shit out of you as a reward, and drive you home, so you could eat and rest, but everything went to shit as he saw how your foot twisted in a weird angle, as it met the ground after the jump. Hoshi had never been so grateful for his quick reflexes, because the moment he saw your body unconsciously fall to the floor, he rushed towards you, catching you in his arms.Â
"Baby? Baby, please open your eyes," Hoshi felt his arms shaking as he gently lifted your head off the floor to place it on his lap. "Baby," his voice cracked with helplessness. What was he supposed to do now? Wait until you wake up, take you to the hospital, or call an ambulance?Â
The only thing that kept him from going completely crazy was the slight rise and fall of your chest - you were breathing.Â
"Why didn't you tell me you felt so bad, you idiot?" he sighed, brushing your hair away from your forehead.Â
The cold December air was blowing through the open window and Soonyoung could feel the goosebumps on your skin, but he didn't want to close it, you had to have some access to fresh air - it was the least he could do - but he also didn't want you to freeze. He quickly took off his flannel shirt and covered your body with it. Maybe it wasn't the warmest, but at least because it was a few sizes too big for you, it covered your whole body.
"Hey, baby? Please wake up," he whispered, his lips against your forehead. He kissed it tenderly, and in that moment, Soonyoung promised himself that when you woke up, he wouldn't leave your side for the next week. He would follow you everywhere, he would be as clingy as a puppy, but there is no chance that you would get rid of him.Â
He had no idea how long it was before your eyes finally slowly opened. "W-what happened?" You croaked, trying to get up. âHey hey, not so fast,â Soonyoung scolded you in, holding you down so you were still lying on his lap. "You overworked yourself and fainted. Why didn't you tell me right away how bad you felt?"
You sighed and looked at his worried face. It was obvious how concerned he was. "I didn't want to worry you, and besides, I knew that if I said something, you would tell me to go home. And... I thought nothing that terrible would happen," you admitted.
"Of course I'd tell you to go home, you little genius,â he snickered, rubbing soothing circles onto your hip. âI can't believe you're the one who's always mad at me for working too much and when you're the one who's worse!"
You would have agreed with him if it weren't for the pain in your ankle that wouldn't go away.
âCould you check my ankle, honey? It hurts,â you said, and quickly noticed how your boyfriendâs brows furrowed even more. âIâm sure itâs okay, it just stings a bit,â you tried reassuring him.Â
You heard him curse silently, and you were about to ask him what was wrong, when you felt pain shoot through your ankle, making you whine because of the ache. âShit, we have to get you to the hospital,â he said, gently laying your foot down, so he wouldnât cause any more pain.Â
âWhat do you mean?â You asked concerned, and tried lifting yourself up to look at your foot. âLay down or Iâm going to tie you down,â he said, and you decided to do as he said because you felt sorry for how shaken he seemed. âSoonyoung, baby, look at me,â you said, running your hand over his cheek. "No, no, we have to call an ambulance a-and they will take you and it won't hurt anymore, I p-promise."
âSoonyoung, calm down!" You had to raise your voice slightly because it looked like your boyfriend was about to cry. "Everything's fine, itâs just a sprained ankle."
âExcuse me for freaking out, I only thought you were dead!â He yelled, tugging at his hair, making a mess on his head. His chest was rising and falling rapidly and you seriously had to do something to calm him down.
"But Soonyoung, you can take me to the hospital, we don't have to call an ambulance," he looked at you, surprised for some reason. "You want me to drive you?"
âYes,â now you were the one who was confused. Why was he so surprised that you wanted him to drive you to the hospital?
"So you trust me behind the wheel?"
"Baby, what do you mean? Of course I do," you said immediately, grabbing his hand.
"And you're not afraid to come with me?"
âSoonyoung, what are you talking about?â
"I just feel like not everyone feels safe with me driving, and I thought you'd feel better taking the ambulance," he said quietly, looking down. As if the pain from your ankle moved to your heart, you grabbed his hand tighter and brought your joined hands to your chest.
"There is no other person in the world with whom I feel as safe as with you."
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1810s dashboard but it's niche drama
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imagine cancelling someone for saying war is bad
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#didn't expect better from w*rdsworth but some people i rly thought i could count onâŠâŠ #anyway we will live to see this empire fall. can't stop history lol (via @heartofanna)
speaking as someone who was press ganged at the age of 17 to serve in his majesty's royal navy i couldn't be more grateful for your poem. young men like me are cannon fodder and you spoke for so many of us. fuck napoleon but fuck parliament even more.
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stable forgiving virtuous flourishing in my lane definitely not buying poison moisturized unbothered never been better
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me when i lie
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Settling this once and for all. What does the public actually think about the Parthenon marbles debate:
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lol i know itâs you lord elgin
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like we joke and all but fully aside from the fact that removing the sculptures from greek soil was vulturine and opportunistic etc, itâs really just the tip of a frankly gigantic mountain of imperialist bullshit. letâs not pretend we havenât been brutally killing hundreds who resisted oppression in india, LITERALLY BOMBED A NEUTRAL EUROPEAN CAPITAL, and embarrassed ourselves in the charge against napoleon for years now. pathetic ass empire & evil as hell to boot. @mynoseisfine the greeks who carved your marbles millennia ago would kick your tory ass so hard
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how do i still keep seeing thomas chatterton's final post being reblogged, wtf is wrong with you freaks??? he was seventeen it was tragic and horrible and happened ages ago. he was a kid just let him rest
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callout post for @castleyeah @lordsidmouth @officialcoe @parliamentofficial: they oppress, murder and famish the british working people & also suck majorly
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sour cuz youâre unfit to have custody of your own kids huh
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proud to be the dad of a newborn who could already rend your pudding spine asunder with a mere glance
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finished this today đ
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why is it always âyouâre risking your life and legacy & will get yourself killed before the age of five and twentyâ and never how was swimming the hellespont the hellespont looked fun was it fun
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ohhh my god you swam the hellespont five years ago?? wooow should we tell everyone?? should we throw a party?? should we invite famous hero of greek myth leander who swam the hellespont
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@loved-joanna look we never had any beef & donât have to start this now. itâs cool that youâre sticking up for my ex, you guys were friends first, but just know that iâve always trusted your opinion on my work & genuinely respect and admire you & would still be up for a collab whenever.
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yea sure why donât your lips collab with my ass
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on it boss
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sorry is it me or is the assassin who stabbed german bootleg wordsworth kindaâŠâŠ đ„”
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JOHN KEATS????????
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#i'm p sure this is the author of lamia thirstposting on main??? help
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romanticism this romanticism that why donât you romanticise universal suffrage and rights for labouring people
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anyone else in jail for seditious libel
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lmao i'm one of the âanyone elseâs and i know youâre enjoying family visits and apparently some kind of cushy armchair situation, plus tons of books. try being in here as a spencean dude they wonât even let me learn how to write. worst of all some evangelical came by yesterday just to proselytize & put me âon the right pathâ fml
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y'all i don't feel so good :/
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#if you use dark mode...........rip i guess#this was the most fun i've had writing anything in so long. also. if you see the timeline not check out no you don't#(wedderburn was only imprisoned in the 1820s i think & the lamia volume was also published in 1820)#(also up to you whether he's responding to henry or leigh hunt. it's the 1810s everyone's in jail esp if they're a hunt)#romanticism#and just to be sure.#long post
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Caught
Happy New Year, everyone! Have some smut to celebrate.
Steve Harrington smut, AFAB Reader, secret relationship
Summary: Car sex with Steve turns awkward when you end up getting interrupted by one of Hawkins' finest.
A/N: Idk, Iâve just been obsessed with the idea of getting caught with Steve so I had to write this up quickly and get it out of my system.
Warnings: Minors DNI, NSFW, Dom Steve, degradation, dirty talk, P in V sex, unprotected sex (donât do it), a mention of reckless driving (donât yâall dare)
Characters are 18-19(referred to as âteensâ below)
Not proofread
Please comment and reblog if you enjoyed this fic! (I love reading all of your comments and feedback, it really makes my day <3 )
Wordcount: 1.6k
The whole thing might have been your fault.
You were the one who initiated the kiss that night, not moments after you insisted that Steve park his car at the isolated forest clearing off the main road. You were the one pawing at his shirt, gathering fistfuls of the material and hurriedly settling into his lap. And you were the one urging his hands on your body, slipping them underneath your dress to glide over your hot skin.
âPlease, Steve? I want it nowâ, you whine petulantly against his neck, sucking rosy bruises into his skin before slanting your lips over his.
âBaby, I really should get you home before your dad knows youâre outâ, he manages to let out the corner of his mouth between your heated kisses. He means to do the right thing and explain that this was too risky, but the way youâre grinding your core against his crotch does everything to make his resolve waver.
Youâd been dating Steve in secret for a couple of months now and despite how happy and proud you were to call him your boyfriend, it just wasnât time to introduce him to your family quite yet. Having a strict father meant that you had to be extra careful but you both found that the sneaking around had added to the overall excitement.
âCanât go yet- need to have your cock inside meâ, you mewl into his ear.
Steve groans back in response. He always found it impossible to counter when you started talking like this, all needy and unrestrained. Your skirt rides us your thighs and your panties grow wetter as you pull the top of your dress down to reveal your bare breasts underneath.
Steve takes a quick moment to stare, decidedly throwing caution to the wind at this point. âShit- weâll have to make this quickâ, he mumbles, one hand hurrying to undo his belt while the other groped at your tits.
Youâd been known as somewhat of a âgood girlâ in town. Polite, did well in school, reliable, so on and so on. The kind of daughter that would make any parent proud. As much as you didnât mind being labeled a ârespectable young womanâ, it did bore you madly at times. Sneaking around with Steve made you realize just how much you liked doing the kind of things you were always told âdecentâ girls shouldnât.
Things with Steve started out nice and slow. He was the perfect gentleman but the soft lingering touches and chaste kisses didnât cut it after a while. Eventually you started lying, telling your father that you were helping out at the local volunteer center when you were really out with Steve, letting him touch you in ways no one else had before. The more you got to know each other, you discovered the kind of things you liked. Some of it came as a surprise, even to you. You liked it when he got firm with you. Some moderate manhandling was more than welcome like having his fingers wrapped around your throat as he kissed you or being bent over his lap, waiting to feel the sting of his hand coming down on your ass. As someone whoâd often been described as proper and pristine, you knew itâd come as a shock to anyone who found out just how much you liked having Steve spit into your mouth or how much you enjoyed the feeling of having his cum warm your skin. Every time heâd finish on places like your thighs, belly, breasts or ass youâd go so far as to refuse letting him clean you up entirely, haphazardly pulling your pretty clothes back on and letting his release stain the material.
One of your favorites was when Steve got a little mean with his words. You liked it when he admonished you, reminding you just how far youâve strayed from being the âgood girlâ everyone thought you to be.
âBad girl, lying to your poor father just so you can sneak off and let me fuck youâ, heâd grunt into your ear as he had you bent over his kitchen counter, house all to yourselves with Mr. and Mrs. Harrington out of town again. âProbably still thinks youâre his sweet, innocent princessâ, heâd taunt, spanking your ass and squeezing the tender flesh as he thrust into your dripping cunt. âHe has no idea what a dirty slut his little girlâs turned intoâ.
You raise your hips when Steve gets his cock out of his jeans, pumping it a few times before pulling your panties to the side and lining up with your waiting entrance. Your nails press into his shoulders as you sink down his length, moaning as you take him right up to the base. âFuck- Steve, you feel so good- please start movingâ.
With one hand on your hip he begins to work you on his cock, thrusting up into you as he grunts out, âgreedy little pussy youâve got babe- didnât I fuck you enough last night?â
âNeed more- please Steve, need you to fill me up againâ, you whine shamelessly.
Minutes pass and youâre bouncing on his cock in a frenzy now, mouth falling open in a sultry moan when you feel him nudging your cervix. âPlease please- fuck! Yes- Daddy!â
A wolfish grin spreads across Steveâs face, cocking an eyebrow up as your tits bounce in his face. âDaddy, huh? Since when- â
You cut him off with a quick smack against his shoulder. âNo no, Steve- Stop!â. He ceases thrusting to turn and look out through the rear window, following your panic-stricken gaze.
âOh fuckâŠâ
The both of you had been too preoccupied to notice the Hawkins Police Cruiser pull up just behind Steveâs car and an officer already walking over to the driverâs window.
Thereâs no time to separate, Steve grabs at your waist, pulling you flush against his chest and tucking your face into his shoulder. In the middle of the scramble, he manages to pull your skirt down over your ass and throw his jacket over your back to help shield you. Heâs still inside you, youâre both painfully aware of that fact when the eventual tapping against his window comes. Your blood runs cold at the sound of an all too familiar voice filtering through the minute gap, gruff and so very imposing when Steve has no choice but to roll down the window,
âAlright, break it up and go home you twoâ
âYup- right on it- sorry, Chiefâ, Steve grits out through clenched teeth in the most deferential tone he could muster even though the tension is causing your velvety walls to clamp around his cock.
âGet back to your separate homesâ, Chief Jim Hopper clarifies in the same indifferent and bored tone. Years of Police work has made him all too accustomed to situations like this. His gaze idly scans the surrounding area because he doesnât need to peer inside to know that it was Steve behind the wheel, having already recognized his car. Neither does he have to guess what had been going on inside based on the way the BMW had been rocking when he first pulled up. Not his first time dealing with a couple of horny teens messing around in places they shouldnât.
âTake the girl straight home, Harrington, you got that? and donât let me catch you out here againâ
Steveâs eyes momentarily flick to the gun holstered at Hopperâs waist, swallowing hard before replying. âSure thing Chief, but could you maybe give us a moment to uh- get decent?â
Hopper sighs, deep and long and tired. âTwo minutes. I better see you driving out of here in two minutesâ he warns sternly and with that heâs walking back to his cruiser and begins reversing back on to the main road.
Steve waits until the headlights grow dim in the distance before speaking.
âWow, your dadâs never in a good mood, is he?â
You pry away from Steve to swat at his shoulder again.
âThat was too close!- I really thought he might recognize me- he could have killed you! Both of us! and how the hell are you still hard?â, you mean for that last part to sound reproachful but your tone betrays you, awe clearly evident behind your words.
âAre you kidding me? Youâre lucky I didnât cum in you right in front of him with the way you were squeezing meâ, he laughs.
You blush madly at the thought.
âSteve! Thatâs soâŠâ
âDirty?â he smirks back and you melt.
Itâs maddening having him so deep inside of you, long, hard, thick and throbbing.
Maybe two minutes might just be enough?
You can tell that heâs thinking the same, inching closer to your face.
You both abandon the idea when you hear the sudden blaring of the cruiserâs horn sounding off from the main road, your last warning to hurry up and get out of there. You pull away quickly but reluctantly from Steveâs lap, clothing yourself in a hurry before ducking out of sight when you drive past your fatherâs cruiser.
Cautiously sitting back up when you see his car disappear in the rearview mirror, you canât help but feel sorry for Steve when you eye his erection straining against his jeans. You want to make it up to him after being the one who wound him up in the first place.
âSteve, Iâm sorryâ
He smiles back at you softly, âdonât worry babe, letâs just get you back before he finds out you were gone, alright?â
You bite the inside of your cheek, wringing your hands in your lap as you watch trees whip past and contemplate for a few moments.
Your face suddenly lights up, confident that youâve come up with the perfect solution to cap off your rocky night with Steve.
âHow about I suck you off while you drive me back home?â, you purr, voice sugary and eager.
Steve nearly veers off the road when you say it, fingers tightening over the steering wheel as he tries not to cum in his pants.
Youâre definitely not a good girl anymore.
#steve harrington smut#stranger things smut#steve harrington x reader#stranger things#steve harrington
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Sly old Logan (18+)
Logan Howlett x f/Reader
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Just like all my other stories, this has not been proofread, but please enjoy.
Warnings. Swearing. Smut under the cut. Unprotected sex. Mention of oral sex (m receiving) Wade being an annoying shit. P in V sex. Creampie.
WC: 596
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Summary: Logan is trying to spend some time alone with his girl, but Wade has other ideas.
"You gotta relax babygirl." I muttered against the back of her head as I slowly sank into her pussy.
Her back was arched, her mouth was hanging open as little puffs of air fell from her mouth.
We were facing the full length mirror and I could see every emotion come across her gorgeous face as she took me inch by agonising inch.
My eyes focused on her mouth, which had my cum drying at the corners and on her chin.
A shiver went down my spine when I thought about less than 5 minutes ago she had my cock down her throat, as I fucked her face.
I tried to pull her head away as I didn't want to cum just yet, but she gripped my thighs and sucked as hard as she could, making me cry out her name as I came down her throat.
There was so much, that it leaked out of the corners of her mouth and down her chin and chest.
Her pussy gripped my cock as I bottomed out.
I was about to pull my hips back to fuck the shit out of her, when there was a knock on my bedroom door. "Logan, you in there buddy?"
Fucking Wade.
I saw her eyes fly open, and she made eye contact with me in the mirror. I placed my finger infront of my mouth, indicating for her to be quiet.
I could see his Wade's shadow from underneath the door, and I knew he wasn't going anywhere.
"I know you're in there."
"Fuck off Wade." I pulled my hips back and thrust back into her pussy, making her cover her mouth just as she yelped.
"You jerking it there? Playing with little wolvie there?"
"Wade, I will cut off your head if you don't fuck off."
My voice changed an octave when she moved her hips forward, slamming her ass back against me.
"Alright." He said, leaving us alone.
"You're in for it." Was all I said before I gripped her hips before pulling back, and slamming back into her pussy, making her squeal.
I fucked her into my mattress, her own hand covering her mouth to keep her as quiet as possible as I fucked her.
I pulled out, slapped her ass a couple of times, the sound echoing off the walls, then I flipped her onto her back.
"Logan." She kept mumbling, as I put her legs over my shoulders and folded her in half as I pounded her pussy at a brutal and fast pace.
I could hear how she wet she was.
"You have someone in there with you? You sly, old dog." Came the annoying voice of Wade from behind the door again.
"Logan, maybe," I shook my head no, interrupting whatever she was going to say.
"Ignore that shit head."
I was barley pulling out before I slammed back into her.
"Close, so close Logan." She moaned as tears started to stream down her face.
I changed the angle of my hips, making sure to hit that spot inside her.
"LOGAN!" She screamed as she came, arching her back. I held her as I fucked her through her orgasm, ignoring the Wade cheering for us.
With a growl, I came, my hips bucking until I stilled.
My eyes fluttering as I came more than I have in a very long time.
"Fucking hell." I muttered as I laid down next to her.
"I am so proud you were able to get it up, Logan." Followed by clapping.
Yeah, I am going to kill Wade.
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Infatuation
A/n: The tumblr girlies gonna love this one, this isn't all explicit it's got some fluff in it surprisingly, I don't know the Danny Johnson brainrots hit me in the middle of the night
Warnings: explicit content, brief mentions of nudity, hickeys,
Gn! Reader, no pronouns used
You gasped, as Danny began to kiss and suck every inch of your now exposed neck. Fresh hickeys blooming along your soft skin.
Your attempt to pry the cloaked man off you proved futile as he continued, devouring you like a wild animal, drinking in your senses as you wriggled under neath his arousing touch.
Your heavy lidded eyes tried desperately to stay open as they lazily darted across the room watching, expecting someone to walk in on you two at any moment, youâd be mortified if another survivor walked in on you, the way you turned to putty in the masked man's hands, the way your legs shook under his touch, a lustful fog filling your head and all you could think about was him and how good he made you feel.
Danny's hips thrusted into yours, pinning you to the wall as his hands slowly traveled down your body, sending shivers down your spine as your breath hitched.
His hands cupped your ass as he lifted you into his arms, instinctively your legs wrapped around his torso not wanting to be dropped onto the muddy floor below you. Danny pulled away for a moment offering you a shit eating grin obviously proud of how you clung to him so needily.
âGetting comfy, babe?â he poked, using the pet name he liked to taunt you with, and while you couldnât see the rest of his face through the mask you knew if you did he would look just as cocky.
You offered him a light hearted glare, trying your best to look irritated as you rolled your eyes.
âDo you ever shut up?â you quipped, Danny let out a raspy chuckle, before his face was back to being buried in the crook of your neck laying kisses and marks along your skin, his tongue gliding across you like a brush against paper.
You tried stifling your breathy moans as Danny drew closer and closer to your collarbone, you held your breath, clenching your eyes shut before he paused, much to your surprise. Your eyes fluttered open, as you arched a brow.Â
âWhyâd you stop?â your voice came out meek, almost a hush of disappointment. Â
âTake your shirt off.â your eyes widened at his sudden demand.Â
âWhat!?â you whispered, suddenly mindful of your volume, fearful someone was listening.Â
âI canât taste all of that pretty body of yours with this in the way.â he purred, twisting the hem of your shirt. You paused for a moment, maybe this wouldnât be all so bad if you could get something out of it too. You gave out a low hum in response.Â
âOkay, Iâll take my shirt off, if you take your mask off.â a complacent look spreading across your face as the masked man fell silent, before letting out an airy sigh.Â
âDeal.â you grinned, your eyes brightening as he began to tug the mask off, revealing his short choppy black hair, his brown eyes meeting yours once again as that signature smirk returned.Â
âLike what you see?â he cooedÂ
âFuck, your hot.â you whispered, no trace of maliciousness in your tone as you watched Danny with admiration. Danny felt his face become warm and a fuzzy feeling clouded his chest. He wasnât becoming flustered, fuck, no way.Â
âYour turn.â he mustered, his confidence returning as he shook the fluffy thoughts from mind.Â
âAlright put me down.â Danny obliged, setting you to the ground as you began to pull and tug the thin cotton shirt off revealing your now bare top. You felt
Danny's predatory gaze send goosebumps up and down your skin. Danny ponced on you like a hungry dog. Quickly pinning you to the wall once again. You felt your heart hammering against your chest.Â
âIâm gonna have a lot of fun with you, babe.â
Yippee, Reblogs are appreciated!
#danny johnson x reader#slashers x you#slashers x reader#ghostface x reader#ghostface fanfic#dbd ghostface x reader#dbd x reader#ghostface smut
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Hereâs a thought â Fatgum isnât used to any part of himself fitting anywhere because heâs so darn big. When he finally pushes into you for the first time, heâs empathetic but not surprised how you struggle to accommodate him. Too tight. Over time, though, you stretch out comfortably and learn how to take him. Of course, every time you screw him after this revelation sinks in, heâs put into a state of utter (and grateful) shock that you can handle his mass đ„ș
Tw; 18+, smut // Fatgum x fem!reader
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âOh, god, baby.â
His voice is always smooth and velvety in the morning â not at all like his usual tone. Early hours are magical like that; they rouse the most serene parts of people to exist in momentary peace. Taishiro barely has time to be himself otherwise.
Your boyfriend has been a hero for years. Heâs one of the best, and certainly one of the kindest protectors everyone knows. You couldnât be more proud to be dating such a powerful, caring man. After all, itâs not every day someone uses their inherited quirk for good. Recently, the presence of villains has only gotten worse. Thereâs a dire need for promising heroes right now.
Fortunately, you woke up with this precise thought in mind. The weight of society rests on his shoulders. What can you do the alleviate part of that burden?
You dip his cock into your mouth and suckle on its fat tip. Its bulbous and silky against your tongue. His slit is decorated with precum, like morning dew in the grass, giving you a refreshing treat when you start your task.
You lick him from his head to his base, taking your time to give his balls little licks and sucks of appreciation for the love theyâre about to give you. At last, you accept him into your mouth. You try not to choke as you take him. He likes it when your throat constricts around his girth, but not at the cost of you getting hurt. Youâre gradual with your bobbing â sensual. He notices your care with half-lidded, sleepy eyes.
âOh shit⊠gâmorninâ tâ you too, gumdrop.â
You snicker cutely around his package, sending vibrations down to his toes. He emits a ferocious moan when you cup his sack in tandem, giving his goodies a deserved massage. You can feel him pulsing beneath your tongue. Thatâs your cue to pull out.
Gingerly, you make your way back up to his tip. You slobber along his length, not daring to break the trail of saliva between your lips and his head until he gets his fill. He marvels at how utterly sexy you look.
âCâmere beautiful,â he purrs. âGet on backwards so I can see.â
You do as youâre told. You back your pussy back so itâs hovering over his cock. You bow down to have his tip meet your warmth. He places a large hand on your ass cheek and uses his thumb to inspect your petals. He sinks the digit into your cavern and relishes in how your body trembles with need.
âMmm good girl. So wet from suckinâ me off how I like.â
He slips his cock inside next. Thereâs no rush. He doesnât need to be out the door for another hour; whatâs the harm in taking his time with you?
You regard him with sultry irises over your shoulder when youâre packed to the hilt with his thickness. The way your back is curved, accented by your bubbly ass cheeks, sends his mind into overdrive. Your lower lips are stretched around his mass so deliciously that heâs already prepared to bust a nut.
âI wanted to give you a good send off,â you whisper. âBut how âbout I stay like this for a bit and keep your cock warm?â
He canât argue with that. As much as his fingers twitch on your hips â his nails digging into your flesh merely to reel his impulses back in â he finds it calming to have you service him like this. The only thing that would make this morning perfect is breakfast in bed.
Thatâs for later, though; when itâs your turn to receive his send off.
#am I the only one who simps for fatgum tho#minors dni#tw smut#fatgum x reader#taishiro x reader#female reader
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Breaking Hearts and Making Names
Pairing: Nathan Scott x Fem!reader
Characters: Chris Keller, Fem!reader, Nathan Scott, Brooke Davis, Peyton Sawyer, Lucas Scott, Marvin "Mouth" McFadden, Antwon "Skills" Taylor, Haley James (Scott)
Warnings: Fluff, one tree hill funsies, chris keller being a punk, reader taking no shit, brooke and reader being bestie's, the girls needing to rope reader in, reader is kinda like a fem wade wilson, this was kind of random but also not, I love making reader besties with Brooke, this has been in my drafts for a bit, happy to have posted it, lowkey a stupid fic but a fun one
Word Count: 676
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You turn the corner when you hear him flirting with another girl and roll your eyes. You walk towards the stairs to Nathanâs apartment and raise a brow.
"How old are you again?" You cross your arms, staring at him.
Chris turns around and furrows his brows, confused as to what youâre getting at. "What?"
"How old are you? You're not in high school and yet you're preying on young girls, under the age of eighteen might I add which I believe would make you a pervert." You turn to the girl heâs been talking to and lean in, âyou can go now.â
She nods and scoots around him so she can leave.
He scoffs, rubbing his face in annoyance. âChris Keller is offended and not a pervert."
You lean in closer to him, "would you really prefer it if I called you a pedo?"
His eyes widened. "Man, you're cold."
Your shoulders deflate as your eyes soften, "aw, Brooke taught me well." You spin around and catch her gaze as she walks closer to you, throwing her arm around your shoulders.
"I did and I'm so proud."
You both throw your heads back and chuckle.
He shakes his head, watching the two of you take the lead and walk up the stairs to hangout in your boyfriend's apartment but not before adding, "I know you're checking someone out, you pervert. I would say kiss my ass, but you can't so, suck a d-"
Peyton and Haley have never pulled you away from the railing as fast as they have in all their lives while Brooke throws her head back and laughs, clapping her hands to where it sounds like sheâs smacking her hands together.
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The guys get out of the car and walk towards the defeated musician. Nathan glances up when he hears your laughter.
He canât help but chuckle, knowing you had something to do with Chrisâ defeated look. "What happened?"
The musician lifts his head, staring at the youngest Scott boy with a defiant attitude.
Before Nathan decided to officially ask you out and not hide his feelings from you, he made sure to put the infamous Chris Keller in his place.
"The one in your hoodie is mean."
The Scott brother's glance at one another and nod.
"Makes sense," Lucas says.
He and Haley always liked your style and the way you carry yourself, which explains why youâve been friends with them for as long as you have.
It helps him when the other guys on the team want to try and pick on him or if a certain guy who refers to himself in the third person needs to be put in his place. But the downer for those who come across your mean streak is-
"She and Brooke have been hanging out a lot.â
âWe've never known someone to have the same amount of brazen personality as Brooke until they met and, as Brooke likes to say, they âclickedâ. Iâm surprised you made it as far as you have," Nathan adds.
"She hurt Chris Keller's feelings."
"Something tells me, she doesn't care," Nathan tells him before heading up the stairs.
âTell your brother to control his girl.â
Lucas shakes his head, âIâd rather not. She can get pretty mean if I try to tell her to do something.â
Mouth and Skills chuckle to themselves as they pass him.
âI wouldnât take what she means to a heart man,â the latter tells him.
The blond pouts. âHow would you take it if she called you a perv?â
âIâm not, so I donât have to worry about it.â
Mouth nudges his friend in the side, causing him to whine. âWhat he means is, you should watch what you say, or you get the look.â
âThe look?â
Mouth nods, âthe look.â
The two walk away from him, leaving him to follow behind and see the infamous look that your friend was talking about.
He chuckles and thanks whatever karma was in his side to prevent him from getting a stare down from you.Â
#one tree hill#one tree hill imagine#one tree hill imagines#one tree hill fanfic#one tree hill fanfiction#nathan scott#nathan scott imagine#nathan scott imagines#nathan scott fanfic#nathan scott fanfiction#nathan scott x reader#nathan scott x you#nathan scott x fem reader#nathan scott x fem!reader#nathan scott x female reader#nathan scott x female!reader#one tree hill x you#one tree hill x reader#crazyk-imagine
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HELLO HELLO ONYX,DEARIE!!
I'm baaaack!~
(me,coming to your blog when I have an Idea because I want to feed you: )
The platonic asker,yours truly,has come once more to request a new platonic headcanon!
May I please have platonic! any character you'd like (Maybe Alastor,Vox and Lucifer,but you may change that as always! All characters are welcome.) With Child!Gn!Reader that randomly goes out (maybe teleports? Idk,just a random idea) and brings back random sinners (mostly poor and homeless) at the hotel/the character's work and goes "They wanted to work for/with you!!" with that little sweet and innocent voice of theirs? They're really naive and talks to everyone really kindly,a bit like my first ask! They're just a sweet sunshine kid that wants to help those in need! It's not their fault there are bad people that may use them,they just want to help!!
Anyways,I think that's good for me!!
Here's another reminder to take care of yourself! Eat,drink and sleep well,honey!
Enjoy writing this new prompt <33
Stay proud,
-Nina <33
I MISSEDD YOUUUU!!! And that prompt is giving me flashbacks to when I brought a feral raccoon into my house when I was a little kid lmao. But I love this!
Alastor, Vox, and Lucifer x Sweet Child! reader
THIS IS STRICTLY PLATONIC AND SHOULD ONLY BE TAKEN AS SUCH
Pronouns: Second person, gender neutral
Tw: Kidnapping? (Can a child kidnap someone?), pedos, general hazbin hotel
Alastor -
- I would say this man would be disappointed but in all honesty, he probably taught you how to steal people by accident.
- It would most likely take place after Charlie goes on one of her rants about how she needs more people at the hotel, and you being the cute little child you are, waddle away to go find some.
- I feel like he wouldn't particularly notice you missing until you show back up, random ass sinner in tow.
- Obviously you get lectured by everyone for stealing a person off the street and bringing him to where you live.
- cause...y'know...pedophiles happen to be in hell.
- But after you pull out the cute little eyes and the "I just wanted to help" everyone kinda gives up.
- Alastor does make you release him back outside like a butterfly you grabbed (omg that is something I never thought I would write)
Vox -
- As I've mentioned before, this man kinda lowkey sucks.
- Like Alastor, probably accidentally taught you how to steal someone, but he probably did it on purpose or some shit.
- You'd most likely see him murder fire another one of his workers and decide that he needs an immediate replacement.
- So you take your two little feet and waddle down the streets of hell asking anyone and everyone if they want to work for Vox.
- Obviously everyone wants to work for the Vees, so you end up bringing like a hoard of people to the office and kinda just, bring them in.
- As I've mentioned, this man would not notice you being gone like, ever, so when you magically show tf up with like 70 people all in tow, he is partially impressed and partially confused.
- He asks you why you brought so many people and you just look up at him with your cute little baby doll eyes and go "I thought you needed someone to replace mr. dead guy".
- He honestly kinda appreciates it and gives you a little pat on the head as he kills kicks out everyone you brought.
Lucifer -
- This man pays copious amounts of attention to you so the fact you were able to waddle away to go collect people off the street is honestly astounding.
- He was like, super art blocked and could not come up with another idea for a duck, and it was starting to piss both of you off.
- So you do your little thing and walk off by yourself to collect another person to help come up with some sweet succulent duck ideas.
- Well turn out, creepy people exist in hell (surprise surprises).
- So a creepy ass guy follows you to the palace and when you get back Lucifer panics.
- He was worried you died or something and was about to go find you when you show up with a rando behind you.
- Lucifer politely scolds you for running off like that, but before you could introduce him to the guy you found to help, the guy left.
- So you give up and instead devote a lot of your time to making a new rubber duck
- Lucifer ends up making a duck that can track where you are incase you go wandering off again.
This was so funny to write, I hope y'all enjoyed reading it!
#vox hazbin hotel#hazbin hotel lucifer#hazbin hotel x reader#hazbin alastor#hazbin hotel#platonic#Love y'all#child reader
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Sugarbaby vibes âšïž
I walked out of the fitting room wearing the shit Chanel set. Let's be honest I looked to fucking die for, but once I saw the price it looked mid. Of course I wanted it and speaking of price it's Chanel what did I expect. If anything I suggested, let's go thrifting, as you can tell I didn't grow up with money. I'm still trying to get used to living this life now, it's crazy hoe just last week I was struggling to afford a pack of fucking Ramen at the convenience store and now I live in a penthouse. Your girl did, in fact, come up in life. You all better be proud. All thanks to the one and only Bada Lee.
Bada is about 28, and I'm 22, so there is a slight age gap if you care about any of that. Shit I didn't. I just needed someone to pay my bills. How we met it quite an interesting story if you think about it, I mean, I didn't sign up for a sugar mama like on the weird ass movies or stories you see on Wattpad. I was, in fact, working as a waiter in this high-end restaurant with might I add a shitty pay. Why are we serving all this expensive ass shit and in only getting made a few bucks in an hour? It's giving slavery, and not mentions my boss who, like most men, convince himself within the 3 minutes of hiring me that I was destined to be his furtre wife and the mother of his children as he call it. If you wanted to know what crazy looks like, we'll Mr. Kim is a prime example.
But we are getting of topic. See, I don't wanna tell you about my overly obsessive ass boss. I wanna tell you about the women who turned my life around. Serving tables is absolute shit, especially when no matter how rich one is, they never tip. "Hey Blue, bossman says he needs you at table six." I turned around to my partner in crime, Leslie. I'm happy to see her until I realized what she said, "I'm on break, though, like all these people around here . Can't he bother someone else." She gave me a sad smile and shrugged, "no, you know he likes to watch you suffer, because he expects after a while you will give in and let him take you out on a date." I stare at her with disgust.
"Yea, never mind your you're right. I'll take my chances with the wolves again. I'm just get going. If he asks again, make sure to tell him I chose getting screamed and yelled at my rich elderly woman over acknowledging his existence. " I hurried and jog off before she could say anything, grabbing my notepad and pen out of my pocket I had towards table six. With the biggest fake smile on. The love I have for these customers is crazy.
I stand there saying my usual line in the most chipper voice one can muster, whiteout even looking at the person sitting down in front of me. "Hello, ladies and gentlemen. I'm blue and very happy to serve you tonight. So what can I get, you folks?" I hear someone speak before muttering something about how I'm pretty, then I finally gather the courage to look up and see a group of women. All dressed to perfection, clothes tailored just to fit their figure. Those majority of them look around my age or slightly older. After a moment of being caught in a daze while overanlyzing them, I turn to her the tallest one of the bun speak up. "I would like to have a water to drink and just some shrimp pasta."
I make eye contact with her and my God. This is the most beautiful creature I've ever seen in my life. It almost feels like i should have to pay a fee to look upon her face. My stare moves down to her lips and not e how nice and pump they are. I would kill to suck on those lips, to feel what they tasted like even. I realize I've just been staring at her while the rest of the women have spoken uo about their order already. "Oo, I'm s-so sorry." I state being an absolute nervous wreck while looking down at my notepad. I hope she didn't notice that. "It's fine, sweetheart," I heard the girl that was referred to ad Lusher somewhere in the conversation state to me. I hurry up and excuse myself to go get their orders. She keeps staring at me, bitting the inner part of her check. Eventually, they leave after a while, leaving a $200 tip for me. I almost couldn't believe it. This I'd the first time someone has ever given me that much money as a tip.
After a while, the girl continues to come to our little restaurant. Same table, same confidence aura and everything. She makes it seem as if she is trying to just get something to eat. We continue to see each other even after work. She would pop in on my breaks, and around the time, I would clock out. She was intimidating. I'll get her that. I spoke with class, and her vibe just let you know she had money. And it seemed she had her eyes on a certain girl. Me. Though, after beating around the bush, Bada told me exactly what she wanted. "I want to take care of you. You'll never have to worry about a single thing when you're with me. Or lift a finger. Give you the life you deserve, baby. I mean, you are a cute little waitress, but you can be so much more. Why waste your time when you have me. Just say the words, and I'll take care of you."
Some might've immediately said yes, and to be honest, I would've to. Until Bada told me there were rules. Which did kinda throw me off a bit. I mean, I thought I had the whole idea down until well, I realized I didn't. It wasn't just about the money it was the pleasure. How much would she give me, and fuck did she give me a lot. Well lived by only a few rules, but Bada took them very seriously.
Rule 1: Don't question anything
Rule 2: Don't talk back
Rule 3: Don't touch yourself
You should've seen the look on my face when I heard the third rule, I mean, at the bright age of 22, who the hell doesn't masturbate. Literally made no sense to me until she tried to explain it further. "I give you pleasure. I'm the only one who should be touching you. I'm general baby. You belong entirely to me. That's how this works. Therefore, you shouldn't be doing anything without my permission cupcake." After finally going over the terms, I agreed in the end. At the end of the day, I was a broke college student who desperately needed the money, and Bada just so happens to be the sexy older one willing to give it to me. In a sense, I was happy with my current predicament. My life was going well. Now, back to what I was saying earlier.
I stared at myself in the mirror. Sometimes, I forget that I can look this good. "Yea, ayye, get it, girl." In the process of hyping myself up, I finally hear a voice speak up from behind me, scaring the absolute shit out of me. "I'm glad you like it, baby. It does look good on you, I told you I have an eye for beautiful things. I mean, just look at my baby girl." She says while holding on to my waist, kissing my neck slowly. I smile for a while until I realize what she is doing. "Baby, we are in public, a fitting room at that. We aren't doing that here," I say, trying to be firm while avoiding her glaze in the mirror.
"What did I tell you about saying no to me, huh? Do you make the rules?" She forcefully grabbed my chin when she caught on to the act. She grabs my breast while still making eye contact with me in the mirror. "That's right, just stand right here, ok? Gonna be my good girl, right?" I stare at the door, thinking about the people outside that will hear us. While I'm thinking about them, Bada moved the hand that was holding me under my top, slowly circling my right nipple. "Gonna be good, right?" She asks again,she never has enough patience to ask again. It seems she is being nice today. I nod my head at her question this time.
"Word babygirl, I need to hear you. Let them hear you. Just stop all that thinking for me." I whimper at her words. Finally, forgetting about the staff in the store. She moves her hand down my body, teasing me with her pace. "P-please, I'll be g-good. Gonna be so good for you." She smirks, looking down at my face before moving her hand towards my soaked pussy. "Always so f-fucking good for me, aren't you? My precious little baby. Just needs to be filled, like always." I look into her eyes in the mirror about to answer her before she insert a finger into me, all while still playing with my breasts. She knows my body like the back of her hand. Doesn't even have to try to find the spot.
"Yea, right there, come on. I can't hear you, baby girl." I know exactly the game she is playing at, but I can only stand there moaning like a bitch in heat being held on my weak jelly-like legs as she adds two more fingers. While she grinds her hips into me, fuck those bloody dancers and there hips. "Y-yes y-yes... shit o fuck right there". She just smiles at my reactions. Assuming to her if anything. "Were gonna buy this little outfit, then I'm gonna by 28 fucking more just to fuck the shit out of you in them. And you gonna let me, aren't you?. Gonna take it like a good girl who just needs her holes filled, right?" I shake my head, screaming yes over and over again while nodding profusely. Seems that's the only word my brain can come up with as she starts to suck down on my neck leaving marks while circling my clit with her thumbs. And she still continues to thrust those same three fingers in and out of me ob command.
"Fucked you dumb, aww that's adorable baby. But we just started, " She says while smirking, and I stare at her in a mix of fear and pleasure. "Now open those legs wider for me, baby girl."
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Every Claim You Stake
Written for the @steddieangstyaugust prompt ââWho did this?ââ | wc: 1,364 | rated: E | cw: sexual content, slut shaming, unprotected sex | tags: friends with benefits, non-exclusive sexual relationship, jealousy, argument, not a happy ending | title from âEvery Breath You Takeâ by The Police
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Eddie is pretty proud of himself as he trudges up the walk to the Harringtonsâ front door. He actually made it two whole weeks without caving in and calling Steve. Thatâs probably the longest heâs gone since they began their little arrangement.
Itâs not like he hasnât seen him. Theyâre friends, they hang out with the same people and shuttle the same kids around town. But itâs been two weeks since Steve last invited him over and sucked his brains out through his dick and then thanked him for it.
Thatâs what Eddie has the most trouble wrapping his mind around. If anything, Steve is doing him a favor by saving him a trip to Indy for his hookups. Plus, sex with Steve is basically like physical therapy, considering the amount of stretching and cardio involved. Eddie can actually touch his toes now, go figure. And even though theyâre not dating and Steve doesnât seem to know about Eddieâs big fat crush, heâs actually a very considerate and romantic lover. To get all of those benefits and the sight of Steve on his knees, grinning up at Eddie with come and spit dripping off his chin⊠well, maybe karma is real and the universe is trying to make up for the whole âalmost getting eaten alive by demobats and dying in the Upside Downâ thing.
Heâll take it.
Steve meets him at the door, looking unfairly beautiful for a guy wearing sweatpants and fuzzy socks and glasses. âHey, man, come on in. Is it still snowing?â
âBarely,â Eddie responds, kicking off his shoes and shrugging out of his jacket. He shakes his damp hair like a dog to make Steve laugh. âGonna warm me up?â
âIâm gonna send you back home if you try another cheesy line like that,â Steve threatens, though heâs still smiling. He steps closer and settles a hand on Eddieâs hip.
Eddie only has time for a single suggestive eyebrow wiggle before Steve is suddenly in his space, guiding Eddie back against the entryway wall. His lips follow shortly thereafter, licking into Eddieâs mouth with more enthusiasm than finesse. Eddie likes it like this, a little sloppy, like Steve wants him so badly that he doesnât have the brainpower to coordinate his movements.
When Eddie breaks away for a breath, he trails his lips across Steveâs jaw, lingering on the two little moles high on the side of his neck. Itâs one of Eddieâs favorite places on Steveâs body, the X marking the spot where Steve will shiver and gasp at the scrape of teeth over delicate skin.
Steve manages to slip his hands under the hem of Eddieâs t-shirt and flannel, coming to rest in his back pockets. It probably says something about Eddie that he really likes when Steve does this, just grabs his ass and steers Eddie into grinding their hips together.
âFuck,â Eddie mutters into the skin of Steveâs throat. He uses the hand at the nape of Steveâs neck to grab a chunk of hair and pull his head back, maybe a little too hard. When Steve groans his approval, Eddie feels the vibration against his lips. âYeah, you missed me?â he teases, bringing his other hand to the opposite side of Steveâs neck with a gentle squeeze.
His stomach swoops when Steve flinches and hisses an inhale through his teeth.
âShit, sorry, did I hurt you?â Eddie releases his grip on Steveâs hair and pulls away.
Steveâs worn t-shirt, with its stretched out neckline and holey hem, has been tugged into just the right position to reveal a truly massive hickey.
It looks a couple of days old but itâs still deep purple at its center, nearly black, with a sickly green-yellow fading at the edges. If Eddie looks closely enough, he thinks he might even see teeth marks.
Someone elseâs teeth marks. On Steve.
The sight makes Eddieâs stomach churn with jealousy he knows he has no right to feel. This thing between them is just casual sex, they definitely havenât discussed whether theyâre exclusive. Apparently, while Eddie assumed they were, Steve did not. Somehow that makes it hurt even more. What would Steve want that he couldnât ask Eddie for? Was he not good enough for him?
âWhat the fuck?â he whispers, reaching out to pull Steveâs shirt collar even farther down his shoulder.
âEddieââ
âWho did this?â
âJust some guy at the club in Indy.â
Steve and Robin had gone just last weekend, Eddie remembers. He had stayed home and ate dry cereal out of the box while Steve was apparently getting partially cannibalized. He canât help but picture it. Probably some hulking blonde jock who could pick Steve up and fuck him against the wall while he begged for it. Maybe he bent him over the sink, making Steve look at himself in the mirror, all pink-cheeked and hazy-eyed.
âJust some guy who used you like a chew toy,â Eddie scoffs.
Steve scowls at him. âAre you angry about this? Sorry, I didnât know I was supposed to get you to sign my permission slip first.â He shrugs his shoulder violently enough to dislodge Eddieâs hand.
âFuck you.â Eddie shoves Steve so hard he stumbles a couple steps backwards. âWho was it?â
âWhy are you acting like I cheated on you? Youâre not my boyfriend, or my dad, or-or my babysitter.â Steveâs eyes are shiny in the dim light of the foyer. âItâs none of your business who I sleep with.â
Eddie is so angry heâs shaking now. Itâs one thing to have sex with someone else, but itâs another to put Eddieâs health at risk without so much as a heads up. âIt really is! Were you fucking them bare, too?â He puts on a TV commercial voice. ââThe full cumslut experience, now including AIDS. Share it with your partner today!ââ
Steve has the nerve to look hurt that Eddie would question him. âWe used condoms. Youâre the only one I didnâtâŠâ
Boy, they sure didnât. Steve wanted to be filled with everything Eddie had, in whatever hole was available. Many a lazy evening was spent with Eddie idly pushing his come back into Steveâs ass or licking it out of his mouth or painting it across his face. The mere thought of Steve doing that with someone else infuriated him. He wanted to make him forget that anyone but Eddie had ever touched him, to show him that Eddie had everything he needed.
âWell, I guess the whore isnât as stupid as he looks,â Eddie spits.
âI was stupid enough to think you liked me!â Steve pinches the bridge of his nose. âStupid enough to trust you, stupid enough to start falling for you⊠Stupid enough to fuck someone else just to make sure I wasnât imagining how good it was with you.â He closes his eyes and sniffs. âI guess I wonât have to worry about any of that now.â
Eddie freezes. Rarely does life present you with a blinking neon sign telling you âYOU FUCKED UP,â but here is one if heâs ever seen it. Regret floods him until he feels like heâs drowning in it. What can he even say to try to salvage this? He clears his throat tentatively, trying to shift some of the heaviness in his chest. âI didnât mean⊠You donât⊠Steve.â So much for his improv talents.
The house is silent for a moment before Steve glances back up at Eddie. His face is wet, his eyes red and puffy. Then he returns his gaze to the floor and calmly says, âI think you should go home.â
âSteveââ
âPlease donât call me again.â Steve hugs his arms around himself. âYou can see yourself out.â He squeezes past Eddie to go upstairs.
Eddie watches him ascend, then turn the corner and disappear out of view. His brain feels like itâs full of static as he picks up his shoes and his jacket, putting neither of them on before going back outside. The snow may have stopped, but the ground is still cold and wet, soaking Eddieâs socks. He doesnât really feel it.
He doesnât really feel anything right now but regret.
#steddieangstyaugust#steddie#steddie fic#steve x eddie#steve/eddie#steve harrington#eddie munson#stranger things#mine#oh boys⊠please learn to communicate calmly and set clear boundaries
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i made this post yesterday, before the last three eps of tlovm s3, and now that i've watched those episodes, i find myself more or less in the same place. there are a number of things about this season that i did not enjoy. the pacing. the attack on whitestone. percy's attempted redemption of ripley. the lack of the bard's lament. there are a number of things i loved. the vaxleth developments. keyleth's next step on her aramenté. that sick-ass fight on the boat. the perc'ahlia fwb shenanigans. i don't begrudge anyone who was disappointed by s3, or by tlovm as a whole, and i don't begrudge anyone who loves this show.
i think one thing that i am relieved by when i see other critters' posts about tlovm is that it's so clear to me that everyone is approaching this show wanting to love it. no one's coming into this expecting to hate it, looking for things to shit on. being disappointed sucks, but i do think it's better than going into something expecting to hate it. i didn't expect to hate s3, and i don't. i like it. it's fine.
but i like how it got us talking. i like how it reminded me of all the things i loved of c1. i like how, when they had the time and resources and foresight to do so, these people whose creative brains i envy created a story that i believe and hope they're proud of. they didn't create the story the way i would, but that's okay. i still like seeing what those nerds did, and what they're gonna do next.
as i said in yesterday's post, i simply cannot expect this handful of half-hour episodes to do for me what hundreds of hours of c1 did for me. it's a ridiculous ask. i can only ask this show to be entertaining, which it is, and to tell a compelling story about characters i love, which it does. it doesn't do so perfectly, and the large majority of the storytelling critiques i've seen (why the FUCK is percy attempting to redeem someone who slaughtered his hometown for the SECOND time less than twenty-four hours ago???) are valid and worth talking about. i hope that some of them make their way back to the cr/tlovm team, and changes can be made for s4. but i am still choosing to like the show as a whole, and to have fun with it. it is fun. it's messy and clunky and weirdly paced, but it's still a good time, and i'm grateful for it. more than that, i'm glad that this thing that i love has gotten to reach new audiences, and that the people i admire are getting the recognition they deserve as unparalleled storytellers. so, i'm happy tlovm exists, i'm looking forward to s4, and i'm hoping they stick the landing.
#me#tlovm#tlovm s3#tlovm spoilers#critical role#also unrelated but sorry the music just did NOT hit this season#talking about the songs#not the score#the score slapped as always#but the songs were........not great#except for the chateau one which was a banger
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