mewrio

[mewrio]

childe x f!reader

warnings: oral + fingering (f receiving), pinv, free use kind of (magical sex toy) unproofread

imagining childe with a magical pocket pussy. he bought it off a dodgy merchant in an inazuman back market, fully thought it was a scam but he was curious and bored and had nothing better to do. and he missed you.

the seller told him to imagine the person he wished to feel, but to choose wisely because once the toy is molded, it can't be changed. no problem for childe, who hasn’t been able to stop thinking about you since his boat set sail from the hazy shores of snezhnaya when you saw him off. he still feels the ghost of your kiss lingering on his cheek — is sure that if he looked at his reflection, the outline of your lips would be imprinted for all to see.

in the darkness of his room he lets his mind wander. he removes the barrier that sequesters  you to a corner of his brain, compartmentalizing his thoughts so he doesn't get distracted while on duty. but now the gates are open and his mind floods with memories, remembering how good you smell and how soft you feel. his head falls back to rest on top of the pillow, pocket pussy clenched in his left hand. he grasps it tightly, hoping that what the merchant told him is right.

“it’ll feel just like the real thing — just like whoever you’re missing… and they’ll feel it too! yes, it’s linked in real time!” is what the merchant said. childe smiles to himself, praying to the archons he wasn’t duped.

once the appropriate amount of time passes, he removes the toy from its packaging. squinting as he inspects it, turning it around to study it from all angles. it looks like you, but he isn't entirely convinced yet.

childe runs a finger through the folds, the pad of his pointer pulling the hood up to reveal your clit and rubbing small circles over it. regardless if the toy is actually magic, the technology was impressive; it started to heat up and he could see slick beginning to collect on the lips. 

two thumbs spread the lips, presenting a drenched and clenching hole to a greedy set of lightless, hopeful eyes. subconsciously childes mouth waters and his tongue sweeps over his bottom row of teeth. ragged breaths fan over the cunt as he closes his eyes and leans just down enough to give the slit a tentative lick.

that taste… it’s her, archons, it’s her. his body completely relax. his mouth floods with drool and his eyes roll back as his tongue presses further into you. childe could cry with relief and a yearning so deep it would overhaul his system. but first he must attend to the straining problem that tightens his pants to an uncomfortable level.

childe wastes no time, tilting the toy towards his face, delving into you tongue first. for a split second he wonders what you’re up to and if you are linked to the toy. can you feel him? the thought crosses his mind, and immediately, almost in response, your hole flutters.

a new wave of urgency envelopes childe so he pulls out all the stops. swirling his tongue over your clit, curling his fingers into you, and keeping you pressed flush to his lips in all the ways he knows would have you rutting against his face.

he needs your cum and he needs it now. childe smothers the toy against his mouth, attempting to mimic the movement of your hips when you ride his face. he mourns the warmth and pressure of your thighs around his head, yearns to feel your weight bear down on him, he misses how you overwhelm his senses. with your presence, your taste, your smell, your touch. but regardless of whether childe successfully replicated the way you would rock him deeper into you, he feels you gush and tighten around his fingers, trying to milk them of what only his cock can provide.

“oh, pretty, i need you too,” childe coos to the air. he doesn’t care if bystanders think he sounds like a horny old man, he’s beyond reproach. scorn couldn’t touch him with a ten foot pole. “here, let me show you.” he kisses around your twitching clit, giving one final suck, before guiding the toy to his bulge.

he grinds your leaky cunt against him over his pants, watching with cruel glee as he sees and feels a wet patch begin to spread. while the small cylinder of the toy is much easier to manhandle and control, childe really misses you. he misses the way your body reacts to him, he misses grabbing onto your waist and thighs to keep you steady, he misses your voice. childe prays to the archons that you can feel the way his cock jumps at the stimulation you’re bare cunt is providing him. he wants you to feel what a mess you turn him into. only you. 

unbuckling his pants with lethal efficiency, childe’s heavy shaft rests against his abdomen, hot and throbbing. he keeps dragging the toy over his shaft, coating it properly in your slick. occasionally his head catches the hood of your clit, and he feels your heartbeat pulse from the body of the toy. the teasing tortures both of you, but he knows it would be at this stage when you would beg him to put it in. he can practically hear the sweet lilt of your voice, taste the tears on your cheeks, and how could he not oblige.

he angles the toy directly over his tip and slowly lowers you just enough for his head to slip past the taut ring of muscle lining your entrance. childe pants at the hug of your walls. it completely knocks the air out of him, but he’ll only understand this later when he has a clear mind. at this moment, he can only comprehend the way you squeeze him as he bullies his way deeper.

a small part of his brain is relieved. you’re only this tight for one reason. no one else has had the pleasure of stretching your walls since he bid you farewell all those moons ago. and no one else ever will again. 

normally he would take more time to tease you, but nothing is normal about these circumstances and he needs to be in you. he shoves the toy down, forcing your walls to part and pulsate around him. your juices helped save the stretch from being painful, but the girth of him still proves a challenge. 

childe grunts at your grip, clamped around him so tightly you knock the wind out of him. but he keeps pushing you down, only occasionally thrusting up every time he feels an extra spasm of your walls. he’s impatient, he can’t help it. especially when he feels the warmth of your slick drip down the remaining length of his shaft before you’ve sunk completely to the hilt. 

his grip on the toy is strong, the veins of his arms bulging as he works your cunt up and down. nails rake across the mattress, his restless hands missing your supple flesh that he’s so used to kneading. 

frustrated, he increases the pace. guilt nips at the back of his mind, and he doesn’t mean to take his anger out on you. he knows it’s not your fault that you’re not physically together at this moment (if anything it’s his), but the way your cunt clenches around him shoves all logic out of his mind. 

childe fucks the toy ruthlessly, drool pools in his mouth. he’s close already. it’s been so long since he last felt you, and he’s impatient to feel cum leaking out of you. he can’t help imagining what you must be feeling right now, where you might be, who you might be with? how he’d love to see your reactions, knowing how sensitive you are. archons, he prays you weren’t with anyone, given your horrible poker face and how loud you can get. unfortunately, his brain does not have the bandwidth to worry about your circumstances for too long. 

he drags the toy all the way up, but just before his tip slips out, he plunges all the way back in. his free thumb coming to rub the pulsing nub of your clit. your walls flutter in a pattern he knows all too well. 

smiling to himself, he can’t contain the glee he feels that even when he’s across the sea and miles away, he can still bring you to a climax. “come on, pretty girl. give it all to me,” pride swells in his chest as he becomes aware of how his bottom half is coated in your juices. “just wait a little longer, i’m — ah, so close.” 

it doesn’t take but a few more thrusts before he’s spilling deep within you. he sees stars, head thrown back, heels planted against the mattress to reach deeper into you. childe’s muscles relaxas he catches his breath and completely sinks into the bed. after a long day away from you, this taste of home lulls him right to sleep, cock still plugging you full of him. the only thing that’s missing is you in his arms.

© teataglia 2024, all rights reserved. do not plagiarize, copy, translate, repost my content on any platform.

[mewrio]

HOW DEEP IS YOUR LOVE? | CALEB

SYN: being months apart and not enough time to get back home.

CW: NSFW. MINORS DNI! fem!reader. unprotected sex. (pls wrap before tapping, folks.) porn semi plot. reader wears a sundress. quick sex in a car. needy caleb and needy reader. over stim, if you squint. praises. slight fingering with gloves. pet names used: my girl. sweetheart. baby girl. good girl. WC: 1.4k. not proofread.

NOTE: this wasn’t transpired by true events with the bf. i simply am just a girl in a girls world. happy caleb release day so glad you came back from the dead. this is probably all over the place. i did cut a lot out of it because i thought it was a bit much so that’s why the ending was cut short hehe. (i get carried away and when i go to re read i give myself an ick because it’s my writing.)

It had been months since you last saw Caleb. Letters, texts, and phone calls were the only way you could stay in contact with your boyfriend.

Words were said. Many by which you don’t even remember. You said silly things when you missed him and he knew that. Silly things that weren’t supposed to be remembered.

But you didn’t think he would remember the innocent conversation that happened months ago. Many months ago that left him aching with need any time he heard your voice.

It was springtime, the perfect season to wear a cute sundress. The pastel color worked perfect for the occasion. The small box of items you were going to him sat in your lap. As you watch other women and children wait for their loved ones.

“Is this seat taken?”

You look up, brows furrowed. You weren’t going to say yes but the voice sounded almost too familiar. Your expression relaxed as you met a grinning Caleb, who stood in front of you.

You set the box aside. Jumping up to your feet and you embrace him. “Woah!” He slides his arms around your body, giving you a squeeze as he twirled you.

“I was beginning to think you’d forget,” you murmur, sniffling a bit as you study his face.

“I could never forget about you, sweetheart,” he whispers in your ear, planting a soft kiss on your temple.

“I missed you—“

He cuts you off with a kiss. One of his hands squeezing your hip as the other rested just above your ass. “How about we go to the car and you can show me how much you missed me, yeah?” He pinches the flesh of your ass, wiggling his brows in an innocent manner.

“Caleb!” You try to pull away, grabbing the gift box as he tugs you back to the vehicle.

It didn’t take long for Caleb to have you where he wanted you. Letting out a shaky breath, you swallowed the nervous lump in your throat. “What if someone sees us?” Your fingers gently resting on his chest.

He presses a soft kiss against your neck, small goosebumps form against his lips. His gloved fingers trace the outline of the sewing of the dress mindlessly. “You parked in a dark spot. It’s fine,” He shifts in the seat, sighing in content.

Caleb leans back into the seat, eyes watching you as you try your best to hide the look of worry. He starts to take off the silver chain around his neck.

“Remember one night we stayed up on the phone and you told me you wanted to wear my dog tags,” he slipped the necklace over your head. The long chain rattled as the tags with his name and rank. He watched with low lidded eyes as the tags sunk lower into the crevice of your breasts.

It took everything in him not to moan. Stifling a grunt, he felt his pants tighten underneath you. One would think that being away for so long they’d practice restraint. But Caleb knew nothing of that. You were his weakness no matter where you were.

“I…I didn’t think you’d take me seriously. I was only joking,” you utter in disbelief, your cheeks started to sting due to smiling so hard. If you weren’t so nervous you’d probably even giggle.

He chuckled. Fixing a loose strand of your hair. “I take everything you say seriously. You’re my girl, your word is just as important as mine.” He pulls you closer, chest to chest as his eyes flicker down to where the perfect little bow was on your dress. He lifts you up carefully, your hands finding the headrest of the seat.

You watch with a shaky breath as Caleb takes the bow in his mouth, his teeth tugging down just an inch as the flap comes undone. His mouth gently ghosts over your skin, his eyes reaching yours as he kisses the supple flesh of your breasts.

“Caleb,” you whine, closing your eyes. The feeling was intense and it brought an achy feeling throughout your body. It has been months since you’ve been this close to him. Breathing him in the same vicinity as you. “Caleb.” you gush out in a whisper, feeling the air hit the skin of your now exposed breasts.

He didn't respond, his mouth worked in a rush that sent a throb down to your core. Your breathing grew louder, the way your skin started to heat at his touch. Subconsciously, your hips start to grind against the fabric of his military slacks. Soft sighs leaving your parted mouth, your fingers traveled through his hair, giving it a tug full of need.

You were so captivated by the way his mouth felt so right against your skin. You take the hat he wore and place it on top of your head.

Caleb looks up at you. A smirk plastered on his love drunk face. “Perfect,” he whispers, taking a bite of your left breast as his other arm works to bunch up the ends of your dress.

He started to kiss up your chest, his own noises of pleasure filled the car. He smiles as he gently feels the cool metal from his dog tags. It looked perfect on you. “So fucking perfect. Did you miss me?” he asked softly, pressing a needy kiss against your lips.

You wanted to crawl inside his soul and live there. You wanted him every way that wasn’t possible and him being absent proved that. You loved Caleb more than anything in the world. You missed him with every fiber of your body.

You nodded. “Yes. Yes.” you repeat with a need in your throat. You carefully toss the dress onto the dashboard, no longer feeling any embarrassment of being found.

Your body went into overdrive, the friction between the slacks and the thin lace panty you had on wasn’t doing anything to hide the way your body gave you away.

“All ready for me?” he murmurs, his nose brushing against your cheek.

You had no time to respond, too caught up in your own mind to even notice that he was undressing. He had undone his belt and the blazer from his uniform. Causing you to hitch your breath at the suddenness.

“Caleb, baby,” you pleaded but your voice got drowned out by the way his gloved fingers started to tease your cunt. You work your hips against his fingers, creating a sensation that had you sink further down into his hand.

Caleb knew he should have taken his time. He hated having to let out months of pent up frustration in such a tiny space. The sweet noises you were making made him go faster. Pressing a gloved thumb against the sensitive bud.

You curl into his touch, whining out incoherently. “Ple..please!” you cry out, trying to keep yourself shaking from over stimulation.

But his thoughts were mushed the moment he knew he had to watch you sink down onto his throbbing cock with just his dog tags and hat on.

“Fuck….I missed you.” he groaned, closing his eyes as he tried to calm himself. This was way better than his hand. Having you in front of him filled the void.

“I miss…missed you too.” You slowly start to move, trying to adjust to him after months of being apart.

“Fuck,” he rasps, gripping your hips as he watches you. He watches the way your body moves down to the way the dog tags rattle with each bounce. “Good girl.” he praises, letting you do all the work.

You grew restless, the heat on your skin was enough to make you crawl out of it. You wanted to slow down but it felt so good. “Caleb…” you sigh, closing your eyes, slowing down as your chest heaves up and down.

Caleb strokes your cheek. Without one word he gripped your backside and thrusted into you. Your fingertips dug into his shoulders, your pitiful moans filled the car.

His name fell off your lips like a mantra. Causing him to go faster, he pulls you closer towards him. Catching your lips on a frantic kiss that was full of need. A need to get you home and show you how much he truly missed you.

But for now the car was the only sanction he could find to show you just how deep his love was.

[mewrio]

𐙚 | TELL ME YOU NEED ME

cw: whiny! reader, teasing, f! reader, cream pie, clit stimulation, 🦾, caleb is kinda condescending but it’s hot so! MDNI! blank/ ageless blogs will be blocked <3

being so needy and embarrassingly horny that you try to throw hints that fly over your sweet boyfriend caleb’s head:( cuddled up and “adjusting yourself” against his bulge, not wearing any panties so it’s easier for him to access your needy cunt. it’s been an hour and he still hasn’t gotten the clue and fucked your brains out.

it’s so bad you have to spell it out for him as if it’s not embarrassing enough, wiggling your ass against him and taking one of his thick fingers to suck on. it isn’t until then that your bf has an “ooh!” moment and acts accordingly, pulling your shorts to the side and toying with your clit.

“you’re a mess down here, were you really waiting for me? i had no clue, poor baby.” caleb whispers, kissing your neck as an apology. “a-about time, dummy…” you whine, the yummy sensation of him spreading you on his fingers making you shudder. little did you know, caleb already knew what you wanted. playing dumb so you got all worked up and needy for his touch, he just didn’t expect for you to make the first move. he gets off on pushing all of your cute little buttons.

its not long until he has you laid on your back and he’s crowding over you, his heavy cock rubbing in between your slick puffy folds. you’re so impatient and pouty that he finds it adorable almost, glossed lips quivering and brows scrunched together as you paw at his chest for him to push it in. his tip continues to bump against your sticky clit, slick collecting on the head and shaft. “my my, i think my pretty girl forgot her manners,” he coos, his voice layered in a thick honey. he slaps your pussy a few times with his cock, the weight of it sends shivers through your legs.

“i know you can use that sweet brain of yours and ask nicely for what you want, yeah?” his hips continue their prior rhythm, his length gliding in between you as he waits on you to whine the magic words. you’re so beyond frustrated, your mind so clouded with need that you give in, as much as you hate to.

“p-please caleb…fuck me…stick it in i can’t take it anymore…”

you’re so pretty when you’re pliant and needy for him and only him, caleb knows you can’t help it sometimes, especially with him being away for long periods at a time. he pushes his cock in slowly, warm tight rings of muscle hugging around him. “there we go, princess. i knew you could do it.” he coos as his hips thrust into you, your body jolting in tandem. he pushes your legs to you chest, his cock sinking deeper into your heat until it presses against that spongy sweet spot. the way he speaks to you doesn’t even compare to how rough he is right now, the headboard thumping against the wall over and over.

“you’ve been waiting for this, huh? for me to come home and take care of my sweet girl?” caleb leans down, his lips breaths away from yours as he hooks your legs over his strong forearms. his gaze is intimately drawn to yours, the eye contact between you both causing warmth to saturate your cheeks. you can’t help but clamp down on him tighter, making him hiss from the heightened pleasure. “u-uh huh, missed you so much caleb!” your lips smoosh against his in a passionate yet sloppy kiss, your tongues clashing together as he fucks you harder, swallowing each and every moan that spills from you.

your legs wrap around his waist, locking him in place as he fucks deeper into you, his tip continuously nudging against the depths of your pussy. “p-princess wait i’m gonna cum! you feel so fucking good, baby!” caleb groans, his moans growing louder with each stroke. you can feel him twitching inside you, he’s trying so hard not to cum inside but you’re not making it easy. your alluring saccharine scent is so intoxicating and you’re so soft. the way you’re moaning his name right now is pure music to him, if he had it his way he’d stay like this forever. “c-cum inside! i want it all, baby!”

his eyes shoot open with shock when he hears that, did he hear you right? “y-you sure? i need you to be sure…” you nod, your lashes fluttering at him as your eyes beg for him to fill you until he can’t anymore. “oh f-fuck.” he groans, his breaking point reached as his hips begin to stutter. you feel his sticky load spill from his sensitive tip and flood your cunt, a creamy ring of your juices forming around him. you expect him to be exhausted after that, rubbing his back and placing a kiss to his temple, but he’s still hard inside you in fact harder than before.

“that wasn’t fair, princess…” he smirks as he flips you over onto your hands and knees, the cool sensation of the titanium making up his hand gripping your hip. “you didn’t cum. i need that needy little pussy of yours to cream on me at least once, or i won’t be satisfied.” his cock finds its place inside of you once more, this time his strokes more deliberate and intense. “besides, you wanted me to fuck your brains out, riiight?” he switches hands so that his robotic one can play with your clit, massaging the sensitive bud into tight circles. your legs begin to tremble as you’re overwhelmed with pleasure, his cock stretching you out with each powerful thrust, you can’t help but cry out. the muscles in your calves grow tight as you start to come close, the final nail in the coffin hit when caleb pushes down on your back so it’s arched more, causing him to hit deeper.

“gonna cum! gonna c-cum!!” you squeal, feeling caleb twitch inside you like before, this time his rhythm remains focused. your hips move on their own, now fucking yourself on his cock desperately to claim your high. “what a greedy lil thing, wanna cum that bad?” he chuckles darkly, his metallic finger buzzing against your clit. “go ahead, princess. you can take it.”

a.n: sorry but gonna stop here bc it’s getting long but yeah….hes so mean on the low NGH!! i thinks ill expand on his finger being able to vibrate in another post tehe. tysm for reading! if you enjoyed pls feel free to like, reblog and comment!! xoxo

tags: @awwgasm @zehrbear

[mewrio]

Hi!! I don’t know if your 2k event is still open but could I get daisies with lace? Anything with Erik please I am craving more Erik content maybe something with dofp Erik cause he comes off as very cocky in that movie and I love a man who knows he could make me fold <3

EGOIST

pairing. erik lehnsherr x fem!reader

a/n. this was supposed to be short but yeah

warnings. SMUT

“go fuck yourself, erik.” you scoffed, moving past him. you don’t far because he’s pulling you back into him.

“i have you for that,” he replies, gripping your jaw, forcing you to look at him. cold eyes meeting yours, he seems so dull at times, you can’t tell a single thought behind those eyes, but that’s his intention, isn’t it?

you try to shove him back but he’s having none of it, only pulling you closer. “don’t fight me, you know you won’t win.”

you hated that he was so sure of himself, that he’d win against you. truthfully you hated feeling weak, inferior to him. you weren’t a weak mutant, your mutation was relatively powerful.

but erik was so much more controlled, he knew his limits, he knows he has no limits.

his eyes trace down your body, he’d shown up in the middle of the night. surprisingly charles didn’t know he was here, but then again charles was just getting back on his feet — metaphorically of course.

“why’re you here?”

“i’ve come to take you home.” he sounds so sure of himself, like he knows you’ll follow him even though last time you didn’t. but things were different now, no?

“home?” you laugh bitterly, restraining yourself from slapping him across the face. “this is my home.”

“with charles?” his smirk drops, eyes narrowing at you.

“charles didn’t abandon me to go on some murder spree, did he?” you snap back at him, and he flinches, his facade crumbling.

“i didn’t abandon you.” he hisses, gripping your chin harder. “you had a choice, me or charles.”

“and i’ll choose charles again.” it hurt more than you liked, to say that to him, his grip falters but he doesn’t pull away. he knows you’re only trying to scare him off.

“besides, you had a choice too. yourself or us, no surprise what you chose.” you mutter, you see a flicker of guilt in his eyes.

“i never meant to hurt you, never you.”

“but you did.”

“i did.”

you don’t know what changed but he kisses you. trying to convey a message he can’t speak an i love you without words. you seem to get because you kiss him back with the same intensity.

then you’re in your bedroom again, charles fast asleep down the hall. erik seems to like the thought of his old friend knowing you’re his again.

“i missed you, us.” he murmurs into your ear, pulling your clothes off and kissing down your throat, tongue darting out every few seconds to lick your skin.

“say it back. tell me you missed me,” he demands.

you’re naked, you realise, and he’s staring down at you like a starved man seeing food for the first time in years.

“i missed you too, erik.” you whisper and he melts, the arrogance fading away, fingers gripping your thighs tightly.

“i don’t want to wait,” he mumbles, shedding his clothes too.

“you’re mine, aren’t you?”

you’re not sure how to respond and his hand is around your throat, “say yes.”

“yes.”

he grins, that toothy grin he gives when he gets what he wants. “good girl.”

erik is a taker, less a giver. but he decides to give tonight, its been ten years after all. he can spare a little nicety for your sake.

he doesn’t prep you though, he’s waited long enough. he’ll make you cum instead, tell you about the house he has too, later. the sweet stuff can wait. he needs you right now.

erik fucks you like a man starved. eyeing you in ways that make you fluster and try to hide, though there’s nowhere to go when you’re stuck beneath him. he seems to like you there, angling his hips to fill you all the way.

he groans into your ear, asking — begging — for praise. for you to tell him how good he is, how good he makes you feel. that only he can make you feel this way.

and you go along with it, feeding his enormous ego more and more, for each syllable that leaves your lips he fucks you harder. he likes the feeling of superiority, a flaw that bleeds into the bedroom too.

you cum, again and again. until it’s enough for him. he needs to know that he’s still good enough for you, what better way than reminding you that he can fuck you like no other man ever will?

then, finally he cums too. releasing with a subtle moan into your ear, his hips stutter against yours. eyes falling shut as he collapses on top of you.

you’d have thought he were dead with the way he lay so still, the only indication he was still with you was the feel of his breath, the rise and fall of his chest and the subtle twitch of his fingers.

you lay there, under him. you let him breath, you feel him relax until moments later he’s at it again. his fingers on your clit.

“give me one more.” he mutters, nipping your earlobe and you gasp. pinned down under the weight of his body, unable to do anything but lay there and take it, take what he gives you.

“erik,” you whisper, gripping the tuffs of his hair tightly, you try to rock your hips but he’s heavier, his softened cock still inside of you. though its not nearly as soft as it was moments ago.

“you’ll give me another.” he says, doesn’t questions because he knows you will. “tell me i make you feel good.”

“you do,” you comply, he needs this, you think. needs you to need him. your head rolls back into the pillows, nails scratching down his back at the overstimulation. he groans into your ear when you tighten around him.

“always make me feel so good, erik.”

“tell me you love me.”

you hesitate, he waits.

“i love you,” and you do. you love him despite wanting to kill him ninety percent of the time these days.

“i wonder how you ever survived without me.” he mutters, his thumb rubbing your bud faster, until you’re gasping for air, eyes screwed shut.

“aww,” he coos, mockingly, you note.

you pay him no mind, focused on reaching your end. “erik,” you whisper.

“i know, cum for me, hase.”

© e-nonsense. do no copy/steal/translate. do it and I’ll bite your toes off

[mewrio]

HE'S SOOOOOO (⸝⸝⸝>﹏<⸝⸝⸝) PLEASE I CAN'T DO THIS TODAY I NEED HIM TO ROCK MY SHIT SO BADLY !!!

you sleep with deku the first time out of some combination of apathy and boredom only to have him fuck you so good you lay staring in the dark afterwards while he snores

[mewrio]

i love kind eyed and unassuming himbos who have a DEBILITATING breeding kink and absolutely no reason for it.... like not even finished with college and groaning in your ear about how he's going to give you his babies with your knees pressed to your chest, and then he's spilling inside you...

same guy who chuckles and scratches the back of his neck when you two make eye contact and freezes up when you brush past him gets off on the most FILTHY primitive dirty talk ever <3 like he doesn't even mean to do it on purpose but when he bottoms out in you and you're clenching and breathlessly moaning in his ear he can't NOT imagine you leaking his cum.. same guy who will SWEAR he doesn't have any kinks like every time w/ him doesn't end up with your legs dangling over his shoulders while he fills you..

[mewrio]

sry i simply cannot stop thinking about adlers!kageyama seeking you out for a kiss after every game like is a post-game ritual of his. bc like. he's a touchy person by nature and whether it was a good game or a bad game, all he wants is to feel u against him, all he wants is to press in close, to be able to press his fingers into your skin, kiss you till ur both a bit dizzy, either it's to commiserate and seek comfort after losing or to celebrate and ride out his own high of winning, it's the thing he looks forward to the most.

during an post-match interview, he's visibly distracted, glancing off-screen, barely answering the interviewer's questions; she laughs and asks if he's looking for his gf cause it's pretty well known by now that he's a simp of a bf despite what he looks like, and he jerks around, nodding like "yeah, have u seen her? i need my uh --" he cuts off, blushing, but the interviewer presses on like "oh, is there a post-match ritual with your gf?"

kageyama just shrugs, "yeah. something like that."

and later, during another player's interview, you can clearly see kageyama and you in the back, you going up on your tip toes and him bending down to kiss you before someone blocks the view but there's def grainy zooms of it on insta and tiktok within MINUTES of the interview going live.

the next time the interviewer asks, kageyama doesn't even try to hide it anymore and just says, "yeah, need my post-match kiss," before bowing out to go find you.

[mewrio]

let's have phone sex!!!

NSFW audio collection (these are all m4f and mdom unless I say so)

the cute barista is actually a hard dom!? - my fave, i actually feel blushy and horny just thinking about this one

do you have a crush on your brother's best friend? (dubcon/cnc)

arranged marriage hate sex in the woods (cnc) - sooo rough and indulgent, one of my first nsfw audios, also my fave trope

your mafia husband disciplines and fucks you (dubcon/cnc) - goddd this had me shaking actually

arranged marriage for a political alliance with a yandere (noncon, drugging, aphrodisiac, kidnapping)

first time trying anal with your boyfriend! - really sweet and sexy!

tag list - @awwgasm @nappingmoon sorry i'm so late! i just got a bit busy :<

okay ik i have many more, just gimme some time to organize em all and i'll keep adding to this!

[mewrio]

this was an absolute delish read. the tension. the way aizawa fights between what he knows right and wrong, delicious.

"We shouldn't be doing this," Aizawa says, the pads of his fingers pressing into the squishy skin of your cheek as he grips it with one hand, prying your lips off of his. "This is- it's inappropriate, you're my-"

You kiss him again, and despite his objections he reciprocates. His beard tickles you, not quite as scratchy and unkempt as when he first hired you. He has time to take care of himself now. The bags under his eyes- well, they're still there, but much less deep and purple. You know that taking you on as Eri's nanny is the best decision he's made in a while. And with the way you can feel him beginning to grow against your thigh, perhaps the worst as well.

"That's what makes it fun," you say, trying to convince him as your hands snake into his hair. "That's what makes it sexy. Fucking the hot, young babysitter- it's a cliche for a reason, Shota."

"Fuck," he grumbles, nipping at your lip. "Fuck. I'm not that guy. That's not me, I don't fuck younger women who- who I pay to care for my child, I-"

"You're a man," you moan, gripping his hair and pulling it taut. "A man who's been lonely for too long. Wouldn't it be nice to have a wet, hot cunt to sink your cock in?"

"Was this your plan all along?" He growls, walking you back against the living room wall. "Put on your sweet little dresses and take care of my daughter just to seduce me?"

"No," you giggle, arching into him as your back meets the wall. "I'm too good at my job to just do it for a fuck. Getting you to bend me over the sofa and rail me is just... An added perk."

"You're a minx," he says, defeated. "I shouldn't do this."

"But you will... Won't you?"

In a movent so quick and smooth you'd think he was getting laid nightly if you didn't know better, he hooks his hands under your thighs and hoists you up, his erection pressing against your cotton panties. You whimper at the contact, trying to buck against him for an ounce of friction.

"And burn in hell for it."

[mewrio]

this kita series is everything to me (つ╥﹏╥)つ i love it and the way you write so much.

i would love to know what kita's reaction was when he first found out about the reader's chronic illness

— christine.

He listens.

That's the most important thing.

"There's things I can do to make it better," you try to explain. "But it'll never get better, you know?"

Kita nods, slowly, drinking it all in. The past week had been a nightmare; you had blown him off multiple times in favor of wallowing in bed. When he finally confronted you, you had to admit you were sick-- and brace for the worst.

Its hard to love someone who is suffering. It's hard to be loved when you're in pain. Your boyfriends usually dwindle after this point, when the commitment gets too real.

But Kita just reaches for you. "I'm sorry."

He squeezes your palm.

"How can I help you?"

You swallow-- maybe he didn't understand.

"You can't," you say. "Not really. I just need a bath and some time."

And Kita smiles, all crinkles at the eyes. "I'll run the hot water, then."

[mewrio]

mint you continue to amaze me with how raw and powerful your writing is (˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ ) as someone with an invisible chronic illness these pieces with kita make me feel so seen and understood. i am loving these pieces so much <333

Crying thinking about That Reader finding Kita drunkenly crying over the bills when he gets home. His hands twisting at his wedding band nervously while he runs numbers again and again and again only to find no reprieve 😞

The headlight's of Osamu's car come and go and you wait to hear Kita's feet on the steps, but they never come. Sleep almost overtakes you before you hear it: the soft, broken sound of his voice. It's barely audible over the thrum of the house, but you can hear it: muffled, rhythmic mumbles, higher than his normal speaking voice-

Crying. He's crying.

You ease down the stairs, skipping the creaking one. It feels wrong to sneak around your own house. The kitchen's lights are off, but you can still make out Shinsuke's figure hunched over the table, head in his hands.

You almost turn around and his him his privacy.

But, you don't.

"Shin..."

Your husband jumps, hands instinctively flying to the table to cover the bills before he remembers you already know the truth. Then, he clutches at his hands. His face is swollen and red, only partially from crying.

"Hey," Kita sniffles, quickly wiping away his tears with the sleeve of his shirt. "You should be sleeping."

You haunt the door frame, just barely toeing into the room. "So should you."

Kita offers you a closed mouth smile, one that crumbles back down the moment it peaks. "How's your head?"

Pain thrums through your brow bone and burrows deep into your cranial nerves. It's fracturing, it's awful, it's part of your normal.

"Better." You step in. "How's yours?"

"Not good," Kita full body sighs, sinking into his chair. His lower lip wobbles when he closes his eyes and you can see himself struggling to hold together his failing stitches.

Usually, Kita is your rock. He's the stable ground that you've planted your life on. To feel that crumble rocks you to your core, but you can't let yourself break too. Not now.

Instead, you come to him and brush away the hairs that cling to his forehead. His expression tightens at the touch.

"Darling," he pleads the word, whispers it like a prayer. "Darling, are we gonna be okay?"

"I don't know. We're in a lot of debt, it's going to take a lot of work-"

"No."

Kita opens one eye. You can see your reflection in the wet.

" We. Us," he says. "Are we going to be okay?"

That rocks you a bit. The end point of your relationship never even crossed your mind. Your mind catches a flash of gold on the table and you're realize his ring is sitting there amongst the papers.

"I-" you swallow. "I don't know."

[mewrio]

this changed me. so so so so good. i loved it.

cw: depression, medication mention

kita draws you a bath whenever you're sad. he sits at the edge and lightly chats with you as you bathe, sometimes dipping his fingers into the water.

"i've been taking a lot of baths lately." you say one day, tone flat.

"mm," he hums. "they're good for you."

you sink low, until your knees pop out from the water. "Wallowing is good for me now?"

"Resting is." He pats the water lightly, watching the ripples disperse away from him. "Getting better is."

The water's cooled, the sun is low. The radiator clunks to life and the room smells faintly of burnt-- a problem Shinsuke promised he'd fix, once the next paycheck came in. The was three paychecks ago, but he still nods, like he knows what you're thinking.

"Friday." he whispers. "I'll call the guy on friday."

He emptied the account last month when the car broke down, then again this month at the pharmacy for you. Still, you sit in lukewarm water, mood unchanged.

"And what if I never get better?" you ask. "What if we're always broke and miserable?"

He smiles, lips closed, and turns the faucet. It takes only a couple of second before it warms up, steaming from the nozzle.

"There'll always be more hot water."