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[splishfish]

Thinking about…

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Boyfriend!Toji Who loves keeping your legs in the air when he fucks you, adoring the way your toes spread and curl with each thrust. His hands grope and squish your thighs and calves smirking down at you as he kisses the skin whenever his hips roll into yours.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s so deep inside you he can see the way your belly slightly distends when he pushes all the way in, his cock throbbing when he realizes he’s causing that bump in your belly.

Boyfriend!Toji Who loves it when you have a bush, it makes your sex life so much more raw and real, in his humble opinion. Maybe he’s weird, but he loves to sit deep inside you and grind your pubes together, his balls tightening against your ass as he cums deep into your welcoming womb.

Boyfriend!Toji Who doesn’t fuck you immediately, but rather slides his cock in and out with a wet squelch, watching the way your hole desperately tries to suck him back in, only to gape and clench around nothing. Oh, and did he mention he fucking loves the sloppy little sounds your cunt makes with each exit? Yeah, maybe he spends too much time teasing you than actually fucking you.

Boyfriend!Toji Chuckles whenever you cum, your face contorting into the cutest little thing, your toes curling and legs shaking, oh, he thinks it’s down right adorable. 

Boyfriend!Toji Who actually prefers slow sensual sex rather than fast and hard fucking. He wants to feel every bump inside you, wants to feel every clench and squeeze when he hits that squishy spot inside you just right…and it’s totally not because his stamina is slowly declining. Totally.

Boyfriend!Toji Who isn’t really into giving oral, but doesn’t mind eating you out occasionally. His mouth is so sloppy and lazy, tongue drawing rough circles around your clit while green eyes peer up at you with a heavy gaze. When he inevitably gets tired of that, he just locks his entire mouth around your labia, sucking harshly as if he was trying to drink all the juice out of you.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s so thick, it takes a little over an hour to prep you. Extra lube constantly drizzled onto your pussy as his fingers curl and fuck deeper into your cunny, slowly adding a second and a third one to stretch your internal muscles. And even after, he spends a few minutes just fucking you on different sized dildos, making you cum maybe 3 or 4 times before finally slipping his cock inside.

Boyfriend!Toji Who’s determined to make you squirt even though you’ve never been able to. He does everything. Finger fucking you for hours until your crying and crawling away from him, fucking you dumb on his cock until you pass out, and even making you drink 3 bottles of water before sex…only for you to accidentally release your bladder halfway through your second orgasm.

Boyfriend!Toji Who finds out he has a piss kink, that same night.

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A/N: it's 1 am and im horny. i will regret this in the morning

[nanamisgirly]

higuruma is just the chill guy he thinks he is. he's chill about everything. even with you. his pretty lovely wife. he's chill about the way he palms at your thighs, spreading them open, about the way he presses his nose against the damp spot on your panties, inhaling like he's savoring the finest scent in existence. and in his mind, he is.

you try to protest but he's too far gone. his tired, half-lidded eyes lift up to yours. he looks so desperate. “pretty,” his fingers tighten around your thighs, “lemme, please.” his voice cracks. you just give him a nod and higuruma looses no time.

he puts your thong to the side and his fat long tongue swipes through your folds—messy, frantic. he drags slow before latching onto your clit with a filthy groan. you're gripping his hair, thighs trembling already, but he only pushes deeper, tongue flicking into your entrance, big nose pressing against your swollen bud as he breathes you in. his cock is throbbing, leaking through his slacks, but all he cares about is the way your cunt flutters against his tongue. he sinks two fingers into you without warning, stretching you wide, knuckles deep before curling just right. his free hand presses down on your stomach, feeling himself inside you, groaning at the way your walls squeeze tight. his tongue flicks, sucks, rolls until your moan break, breath hitching. his fingers pump deep as he loses himself between your thighs.

"fuck, you’re gripping me so good," he pants, grinding harder into the bed, chasing relief. "come on, pretty—let me feel it. make a mess all over me. wanna clean you up with my tongue"

higuruma wanted to go all night like this and a jury could walk in with a guilty verdict—he wouldn't care. his tongue would still be buried deep in you, pulling yet another orgasm out of your overstimulated body.

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[cinnamorollcrybaby]

Your people

Tags: trueform!Sukuna x fem!reader, virgin!reader, plussized!reader, reader has a vagina, Sukuna has two dicks, softer!Sukuna, Sukuna’s a chubby chaser, exhibitionism, praise kink, not proofread, nsfw, mdni

Synopsis: Sukuna makes you his queen, and he takes you for the first time in front of all his people.

An: This is based off a hentai I saw once. I do not remember the name 😭 Also, I apologize I gave up on this fic and it quickly derailed to mindless smut.

“I don’t… I don’t think I can do it…” You stumble over your words as you look towards the glass door that leads to your expansive balcony. All of Sukuna’s… and your subjects will be able to be seen from the balcony. You’ll be on full display.

Sukuna cocks an eyebrow at you as he witnesses you getting cold feet. It was to be expected. You’re fully human with morals and a conscience intact. Curses rarely ever had those two things. Besides, you weren’t use to the customs of the court.

“You don’t wish to be claimed by me in front of my people?” He asks, leaning against the door to block your vision of the outside. It was tradition for the king to take his wife in front of all of his subjects to mark her as his territory. While Sukuna didn't abide by most traditions, he was quite fond of this one.

This also held double meaning for curses. A virgin queen being taken by their king in front of them was said to bring prosperity and power amongst all of them. The sight of innocence being tainted by the true apex of evil was empowering for all to witness.

“It’s.. I..” Your words keep failing you. Sukuna, giving you a fair shot, had warned you about this custom. He had been courting you for a while now, but he always declined taking things any further than dry humping. When you flat out begged for him, he finally told you his reasoning for keeping your virginity intact.

It’s just a one time deal. It’s basically consummating your marriage to him… in front of 500 curses… No big deal, right?

"I want to keep my dress on." You compromise. Maybe the experience would be less humiliating if you weren't fully naked and vulnerable.

Sukuna's eyes wander your form twice over as if he's carefully calculating if he could sacrifice the pleasure of seeing your tits bounce with each thrust.

"You wish for me to hike your skirt up and pull your panties down like you're some quick fuck?" He tsks, rolling his eyes. "You are my wife. I'm going to take great pride in undressing you."

"For 500 curses to see,” you mutter as you avoided his gaze.

"They're going to see me naked as well." Sukuna shrugs like it's just another day for him.

“It’s different for you. I don’t know if you have the ability to feel shame,” you retort.

“You feel shameful about your body?” He asks as he cocks an eyebrow up. “No.. no, that just won’t do. My queen will not be shameful. Come here.”

You swallow thickly before slowly rising up from where you were sitting. Your feet barely pick up off the floor as you scoot yourself closer to him.

Sukuna clicks his tongue with disapproval before he wraps a firm but gentle hand around your arm. “Trust your husband and your king on this,” he whispers into your ear before he walks you out onto the balcony.

Your heart beat pulses wildly as you look out to the crowd of curses that gathered around the estate to watch you and Sukuna solidify your marriage.

Claps erupt from the crowd. Those who are able to cheer begin to do so.

Sukuna’s hands rub up and down your arms encouragingly. “They’re here to watch you, my flower.”

He then slices his hand through the air, and the crowd goes silent. “Kneel before your new queen.” His voice demands lowly.

The swarm of curses immediately bow their heads down, touching their foreheads to the dirt beneath their feet. Not one dared to defy Sukuna.

Nerves swarm your stomach. You can’t believe that you’re actually about to go through with this. Why did you have to fall in love with the king of curses?

Sukuna stands behind you, and his lower set of hands are placed on your hips while his upper set is still rubbing your shoulders and arms. He tilts his head down towards the crook of your neck.

“Let yourself feel me, flower.” His voice rumbles in your ear before his lips gently drag against the crook of your neck, causing you to shiver. He then presses slow open-mouthed kisses along your neck towards your collarbone to your shoulder.

You slowly allow your eyes to flutter shut, and you take a deep breath. No one dared to utter a word while Sukuna held his court’s attention. The only soft sounds to be heard were the sounds of his lips pressing against your skin.

His upper set of hands slowly untied the corset to your dress, and he used his thumbs on his lower set of hands to massage your hips and back. “Doing so good for me, petal. Do you want more?”

You sheepishly nod in response with a small hum of approval. You do want more, even if there was a crowd of curses before you.

“Mmm, that’s my queen,” he hums against your skin, nipping at your neck as his hands work faster to get the dress off you. To say he’s excited would be an understatement. It’s taken every bit of self control in Sukuna to not plow you into oblivion every time your sweet lips meet his.

The white fabric rustles as it falls to the ground. Per Sukuna’s request, you’re completely bare underneath. You bite your lip, leaning your head back towards his shoulder as you feel the shame seeping in.

“They do not see you, petal. Their eyes are on the ground,” he reassures you lowly. “This is for me right now. Do you understand?”

Your body shifts slightly, still feeling shy about your current predicament.

“Face me.” He steps back away from you, letting his hands fall to his sides as he expects for you to turn towards him, which you do… slowly.

Sukuna grunts lowly. The sight of your full breasts and plump hips greet him. Your plush tummy that acts as protection for your sacred womb makes his dicks harden in response. His eyes trail over the stretch marks that spread along your thighs and stomach. He feels his breath grow shallow. How do you not see the way your body appeals to him?

“The moon and the stars quake in the presence of your beauty. You are most precious to me, petal. You do not need to worry about anyone’s opinion on you other than your own. If anyone has anything to say, they can bring their concerns to me, and they’ll be dealt with swiftly.”

You feel tears sting in the back of your eyes. Despite marrying the incarnate of evil, Sukuna has been kinder to you than any human on this planet, even if he is rough around the edges.

“I love you, ‘kuna. I’m sorry to burden you with my own self conscious behaviors.”

“Why are you apologizing to me? You haven’t wronged me. Don’t apologize.” His hands reach up and gently cup your cheeks. “Let me have you wholly. I’ve been very patient, and now, I wish to claim my queen.”

Your hands find his chest as you slide your palms down his silk robes. The robes do absolutely nothing to hide the two monstrous cocks beneath them. You glance down and bite your lip gently from the sight. How you’re going to fit both of them inside you…? You’re unsure.

“I’m ready,” you softly respond with a small nod.

“Ready for what? Be specific.”

“I’m ready for you to take me, ‘kuna. I want you to claim me in front of your people and let them know that I’m entirely yours and no one else’s.”

One of his lower hands roughly swats against your round ass, causing you to jump forward slightly and gasp. The fat on your ass ripples from the harsh blow. One of his other hands reaches up and grabs your chin roughly, tilting your face to look up at him. “Good girl.”

His lips enraptures yours, and one of his lower hands slips between your thighs. When his fingers are met with slick, he groans into your mouth.

Your hands roam his chest through his robes as he slowly begins to rub his thick fingers against your slick folds. At this point, it's just you two. Your mind hasn't even thought about how your body looks or if the curses are gazing up at you.

Wanting to have skin-to-skin contact, you work to slip his robe off of his wide shoulders, exposing his scarred body for the world to see. Your fingertips gently dance across each and every discolored marking on his skin.

"You're testing my patience, petal." His voice is nearly a growl in warning, and he swiftly plunges two fingers into your tight wet entrance. The wet sound almost came across as a 'pop' while your cunt worked to accommodate his fingers.

"O-oh! shit..." you pant, burying your face into Sukuna's collarbone.

"I know, petal, I know. I have to prep you." The obscene sounds of his fingers slowly pumping in and out of your wet channel filled the air. "Fuck. You're doing so good for me."

"S'kuna..." you whine, grabbing onto his arms for stability. Your knees nearly buckle as he stuffs in a third finger.

"'s gonna be a tight stretch, petal. You can take it though. You're gonna take whatever I give you, isn't that right?"

Your eyes are damn near rolling into the back of your head from how good his fingers feel. You finally get to soothe the dull empty ache that's been impossible to ignore since you and Sukuna became serious.

"Oh my god," spills from your lips as soon as he curls his fingers, pressing against that one spot that causes flurries to dance across your vision.

"I am your god, and you're going to worship me with that pretty little cunt of yours." He suddenly withdrew his fingers, drawing a whine out from your lips.

"I was close..." you whimpered as he spun you back around to face the curses who were still kneeling before you two. His hand shoved you against the railing, guiding your hips to arch back towards him.

"Don't worry, petal. You'll be close again before you know it." His hand wraps around one of his cocks, carefully fisting it as he looked at how pretty you were on display for him.

"Rise, and witness your king claim his queen," Sukuna ordered his people. His tip slowly nudges between your folds, gathering your slick onto his head.

You're too needy to even pay any mind to the curses. Your eyes were half-lidded, clouding your vision. You instinctively pushed your hips out more for your husband.

"Look at you," he lowly purred as he leaned over your back, pressing kisses against your ear and neck. His cockhead slowly nudged its way between your silken walls. His lower hands gripped your hips tightly. "Fuck... biiig stretch, petal."

"O-oh! Oh fuck-!" Your hands gripped the metal railing tightly. The intrusion was way more intense than you could've imagined. Involuntarily, tears sprung into your eyes.

"Such a fucking good girl~ Shit. You've been holding out on me, huh? Fuckin' cunt is tighter than I expected."

You choke out a gasp as he has to forcibly shove his hips forward to even make any progress. Your snug grip nearly has him locked in place while your soaking wet cunt tries to swallow him in.

"Su-kuna.." you whine between hiccups.

The curses are all watching in awe as Sukuna stretches you out with only one of his cocks. The other is smushed between your pillowy thighs, glazing them in a sheen of pre-cum. It feels like the crowd holds their breath until they spot it.

The light dribble that runs down one thigh... the subtle red ring around one of Sukuna's cocks. You feel a soft 'pop' inside you as Sukuna pushes past the tight ring of muscle.

"Ohh, there it is. You're all mine now, flower." He continues to slide in until he's fully sheathed. It nearly feels like he's trying to bully his way straight to your womb as his tip rubs against your cervix.

Your entire body is tingling, and you feel your legs already begin to tremble. This is what you get for marrying a monster.

It feels like his natural musk floods your nose, and you feel him everywhere possible.

Sukuna grunts as he tries to pump his hips. Key word: tries. It feels like his cock is being sealed by your warm gummy walls. "Ngh... you like that so much you don't wanna let me go, huh?" he taunts as he has to begin jerking his hips back and forth to get any sort of friction.

His lower cock is so heavy between your thighs. His thick shaft rubs against you, spreading your clear fluids everywhere. The sounds of sticky wet plaps are impossible to ignore.

"So good-! Fuck, you're so d-deep!" you pitifully cry while one of his upper hands grabs a handful over your hair, jerking your head up to look at your people.

Instead of the disgusted glares you expected to see, you're only met with gazes of wonder and amazement. They're truly enamored by you and your body, watching the most natural yet primitive action in the world.

"I can't believe I waited this long to feel you wrapped around me, flower. You feel like fucking heaven," he growls into your ear as his hips finally settle on a punishing pace. Your body is nearly knocked forward over the ledge with each brutal thrust.

Your cunt flutters around him as you feel a knot settle into your stomach. "I... Oh god, I'm gonna- I'm close, S'kuna..."

"I told you so." he grunts as his cock continues to bully its way against your cervix. He's leaking copious amounts of hot pre-cum inside you, lubricating you adequately so he can slide in and out. "Let go, petal. Soak my cock."

Your eyes squeeze shut as you hold your breath. Sukuna's red ochre eyes watch as your face twists in pleasure. "Breathe," he demands.

As soon as you push out a breath, you feel your orgasm break. Your cunt spasms uncontrollably around his girthy shaft as you babble about how good his dick feels inside you.

"God-fucking-dammit," he manages to strangle out. His thrusts grow rougher as his pelvic bone slaps against your ass rapidly, chasing after his own orgasm. "You ready, petal? Here it comes..."

He hunches over your back before his teeth dig into the flesh of your shoulder. You writhe in his tight grip as his cock floods you with his seed. You lean your head back against his shoulder as you're reduced to a mewling mess.

The curses surrounding the estate begin to cheer and clap loudly. Most of these curses have been alive for several hundred years, but they hadn't seen a claiming ritual yet. It was a joyous occasion for them.

Sukuna slowly relaxes his grip as his hips slowly rock against you, fucking you through your orgasm as well as his own.

"That was a lot," you murmur in a slurred tone, thoroughly fucked-out after your first time.

"You want some praise now?" Sukuna's gravely voice rumbles from behind you. He's gently coating your skin in sweet, soft kisses. "You've only done half the work, you know..."

You're about to bite back some remark, thinking he was referring to how he was the one doing most of the moving. However, your words die in your throat as he slowly drags his cock out from the warmth of your entrance.

He then reaches down, and he guides his second cock inside, plugging you up once again. One of his other hand then cups your breast, lightly pinching your nipple as he chuckles from the sounds of your whining.

"W-wait! I'm already sore.." you whine as you try to scramble away from his second monstrous cock. His tip was dark red, and you could feel him throbbing inside you already from neglect.

Your cunt was already accepting him in even if your words were misleading. Your body craved him, all of him.

"Don't be lazy, petal. I'm no where near done with you yet."

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby

[gojos-version]

The taste of your lips..

Pairings- Boyfriend! Satoru Gojo x girlfriend! reader

Summary- the two of you haven’t fucked yet but satoru would never have imagined your first times in the fucking clsssroom.

Word count- 3.4K

Proof read- yes <3

Authors note- Hey guys!! I really hope you like this piece, it took time to write but ahh I’ve had this idea in my head for a while 😭 I would’ve uploaded it way earlier but it didn’t feel like it was done. anyways take care lovelies and please take care of yourselves<3

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It was a peaceful day with your boyfriend, Satoru, the both of you cuddled under a blanket with the heater on, arms wrapped around each other and legs tangled together.

The soft hum of whatever shitty horror movie you were both watching and the almost empty popcorn next to the both of you felt intimate. Comfortable.

Satoru’s hand rubs circles under his shirt your shirt on your hip, his cologne filling your senses; making you snuggle closer into his neck.

You feel him peck a kiss to your head making your cheeks and ears feel hot. You press a soft kiss in between his neck and jaw in response, not seeing the soft lovesick smile tugging at his lips.

You turn your head to face the screen and when you turn your head to the worse timing ever a jumpscare pops up on the screen making you jump against him.

“‘S okay baby, I’m here” he coos, kissing your temple. “I’m not scared it just had bad timing” you scoff, keeping your eyes glued to the screen and fighting the butterflies in your stomach. “Sure.” You can hear the grin in his voice at that. You let out a tsk and keep rubbing circles on his chest.

You haven’t noticed it but the entire time instead of satoru watching the movie, his eyes were drawn to you, your hand, your face, the way your eyebrows twitched, the way your cheeks heated up when he kissed you, the way your brow furrowed slightly while watching the movie, it made his stomach warm up and his heart speed up; almost thumping out of his chest.

Suddenly you shift to untangle your legs with his and you slide a leg over his waist, straddling him. “Watcha doin’, baby?” He grins up at you and you smile down softly at him.

You don’t reply with words but reply with a soft hum, cupping his face and thumbing his bottom lip. You observe how his cheeks flare up with a soft hue of red and you tilt his jaw up.

With that you press your lips against his, sealing both of your lips together, your tongue swirling in his mouth, licking the roof of his mouth and moving down to the inside of his cheek, mapping out his entire mouth.

You feel his hands bunch up to fists against your shirt at your waist, making your shirt expose a silver of your tummy. It definitely didn’t help Satoru that you were wearing his shirt. His shirt.

He moans into your mouth and your fingers snake up to his hair, tugging it lightly. Your nails scratch his scalp softly, earning a muffled whimper as you suck his tongue into your mouth.

Your hips unconsciously slowly grind onto his, eliciting more gasps from him, his eyes squeezed shut. Both of your lungs burned from the lack of oxygen but right now it felt too good to part.

Your hand snakes to his undercut, playing with it and the nape of his neck as you pull away. A string of saliva connecting the both of you and red decorating both of your cheeks and the tips of your ears as you part.

The both of you stay unmoving for a few seconds, chests heaving and breaths fanning on each others lips.

Before you can make a move, satoru slams his lips back on yours and shoves his tongue down your throat. “M-Mpmph!-“ You yelp out in surprise, Satoru grunting against your lips as he pushes your chest against his.

Your perky nipples now hard push against his chest making a shiver crawl up your spine, his tongue dominates yours, swirling both of your tongues together as you try to fight back before his tongue pins yours.

He sucks on your bottom lip and nips at it, his clothed hard cock; hot pushing against your clothed cunt that had formed a big wet patch from how fucking soaked you were. Just kissing had the both of you so hot and bothered and it embarrassed you.

You whimper in response and snake your hands under his shirt and scratch at his chiseled abs and pecks. Fuck he was so fucking hot.

If you keep going lower you’d feel his happy trail. Shit. You could almost cum untouched at this point.

How hot he felt..you slowly push the bottom of his shirt up till his abs are exposed to you, the both of your tongues intertwining together as you unconsciously sink your clothed cunt against his clothed cock.

You hear him gasp out a moan against your mouth and you swallow it up greedily, letting out gasps and moans yourself when you feel his hands squeezing your ass and running over your thighs. It felt good. Too good.

You gasp in sudden realisation. Fuck. You guys are so close to fucking right? Your heart hammers against your ribcage and you pull away quickly leaving Satoru shocked.

“A-are you okay, baby..?”, “Yeah- ‘m fine..just needa use the bathroom” with that you quickly jump off satoru and sprint to the bathroom.

You lock the door behind you and you let your back fall against it; sinking down till you sat on the cool floor. You couldn’t stop yourself from panting, you shivered feeling your arousal drip through your panties down to your thighs.

You’ve never been this aroused before. Even before the both of you have made out or kissed in the past.

You decide to just get ready for bed and put yourself to sleep. Yeah.

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The next morning you sit in class you slam your head down on the table. You could’ve finally fucking done it but you chickened out.

“Girl what’s wrong, I haven’t seen you this bummed out in weeks.” You raise your head to see shoko grinning down at you.

“You wont believe this, Sho.” You whine dramatically. thank god it was just the two of you in the classroom at the moment. You were secretly thankful that Satoru wasn’t here yet or it’d be realllyyyy embarrassing.

“We almost finally did it and I chickened out last second.” You cry out holding your head in your hands, “We were so close and I just- ruined it- he has to hate me now I’m the worse!”, “Shit you really did fuck up.”She teases and pats your head. Gee thanks, like I didn’t know that.

“Satoru wouldn’t hate you over that. He doesn’t care about doing it and you know it, he wouldn’t force anything on you, girl. Relax” You let out a hmph in response but before you can say more- speak of the devil- struts into the room accompanied by the others.

You sigh as Yaga starts talking about what missions are coming up and who’s being assigned to what. You can’t find yourself to focus on it though.

Your eyes are drawn to your boyfriend who for once seemed quieter than usual. Maybe even as distracted as you.

What you didn’t expect was for his eyes to meet yours, a red flush flaring up both of your cheeks and with that he quickly looks away trying to contain himself.

You don’t even register when it’s just you and Satoru sitting in the class alone, lost in a trance.

Shakily you raise to your feet and step over to him, gulping nervously. No. You have to do things without being nervous.

“I’m sorry about last night. Let me make it up to you, baby.” You barely even recognise your own voice but you go with it. You see him swallow a lump in his throat, his Adam Apple bobbing up and down, almost like he was nervous too.

You straddle him on the chair and cup his face, humming at his red cheeks and ears. “We have to be quick before the others walk in on us, ‘Kay?” You say sweetly, Satoru nods his head, already half hard.

You press your lips against his with so much passion it makes his head dizzy. You were consuming his thoughts and he felt like he was about to shoot a hole through his pants.

“B-baby-! Are you sure about this..” he gasps out between pecks and without responding you unzip his pants and pull his dripping length out.

He grips the edge of the table behind you, his knuckles going white and his chest heaving.

You pull your stockings down enough, moving your soaked panties to the side and exposing your glistening cunt.

You slide your dripping cunny along his weeping flushed tip, sliding it between your silky folds; making the both of you shiver in response.

Each slow grind of your hips made lewd wet shwaps! Slowly filling the room with both of your panting and your wet cunts filthy sounds as your hips slowly started to speed up.

You kiss Satoru’s jaw and nip softly at it causing him to let out breathy pants and whines. “Shhh quiet, can I sink down on it?” Your cunt eagerly throbs like a second heart beat, his pre cum mixing with your slick all over your pussy and his needy cock.

He nods his head frantically knowing his words would betray him. Slowly you start sinking down on his hot cock. Fuck.

The stretch. Biiiiggg stretch. It almost hurt. You gasp against his neck and you look up to see him biting his lip; hard enough to draw blood.

You keep sinking your hips doooowwnn deeper till eventually his balls are resting in the crevice of your ass. Shivering at the feeling of his sloppy tip throbbing against your womb.

Your pussy lips kissing- more making out- with his pelvis. A lewd bulge making itself prominent in your tummy, showing how deep he was inside of you.

Your slick covering his balls and pelvis as you sit there for a bit, letting your cunt adjust to his huge size. Ofcourse he wouldn’t be Satoru Gojo without having a big long cock huh?

And he? Despite being the strongest he looked like the weakest under you right now.

The way his hands trembled and gripped the table, the way his heart was plummeting out of his chest, the way his face was crimson red and his glasses all crooked. His pupils blown wide and chest heaving like he was just about to lose control of himself.

Hmm.. why not stir the pot a bit? You giggle to yourself before slowly moving your hips up till his tip was nearly out of your puffy cunt then slamming back down with such force- you surprised yourself that the chair didn’t break- watching every single twitch and shiver of his body.

One thrust. And it felt that good.

You gulp down a lump in your throat and whisper into his ear, “Such a good boy f’me aren’t you? Just letting me bounce on your dick huh? Cmon ‘Toru touch me, jus don’t be too louuuddd-” you slur and hiccup out, goosebumps prickling along your skin when you feel a clammy hand come down to your hip with an iron grip.

You were sure to have a handprint on your hip after this. Without warning you start slowly dragging your hips up till his tip was almost out of you justttt to slam your hips down ruthlessly all the way to the hilt.

His free hand that wasn’t on your hip slapped his mouth shut, putting as much pressure as he could to silence any noises coming out of his throat because if he didn’t he’d probably alert the entirety of jujutsu high what the two of you are up to.

His head falls back; leaving his throat wide open to you, all for you to devour. You lean forward, your tits pushing flush against his chest as you nibble and suck at his throat.

Your walls gripped around him like a vice; with each slam of your hips you felt so tight and warm he could cum any second. The thick veins of his cock pulsating against your velvety insides, absorbing everything his dripping shaft had to offer.

He was gonna cum the moment you sunk your sloppy cunt on his hot, throbbing cock for the first time. He didn’t say anything but even though it was the first time as a couple you were both you know- getting to this stage. He was way too embarrassed to ever tell you he was a virgin.

His eyes half lidded and drool seeping past his hand as you keep your pace up, the chair creaking; screaming if it could under the both of you.

He was thankful he could at least hide his eyes behind his glasses, the amount of times they rolled back or squeezed shut in pleasure would be applaudable.

Your body prickles a bit feeling the bulge in your tummy throb as you squished yourself against him. The bulge felt so sensitive it was like it enhanced your pleasure knowing he was making a bump in you, as if he showing the world where he was. How deep inside of you he was.

Your hand squeezes his shoulder and your other one plucks his glasses off face slowly, slipping them onto your face instead.

Even with his hand clenched on his face it couldn’t silence the muffled moan screeching out of his throat. The sound of skin slapping each other and lewd wet slicks sounded throughout the room. Accompanied by both of your muffled moans and pants ofcourse.

You watched as Satoru’s eyes rolled back, “Close, baby?” You hum in his ear and he lets out a muffled string of whimpers and moans giving you your answer. You fucking ride his dick like an animal, like he was your personal dildo.

The thought of that crossing his mind made his veins flare up and heat tighten in his abdomen. Tears pricked his eyes, fat globs threatening to spill down his cheeks any moment. Noticing that, it made your tight hole suck him in begging to milk him dry.

Nonononono satoru- you can’t cum yet. Not yet. He scolds himself but.. when your pace somehow picks up and goes harder, each slam of your hips sending zaps through his body… fuck he doesn’t know if he can control himself.

He doesn’t know if he can even stop himself from painting your insides white.

Both of your thighs and bodies sweaty, slick thighs slapping onto his pants which were drenched. You bring a hand to the nape of his neck and squeeze lightly, angling his head up to yours.

Shit he looked so pathetic it fueled the heat coursing through your body for more..more..more..more..

Before you could even register it that tight coil in your tummy snaps as you’re squeezing his cock like you want to strangle it, your white creamy cum covering his entire length.

You swear you saw not stars but heaven itself. Or white. Pure white. You don’t think you’ve ever cum this hard. Your stupid toys never made you cum this much or this hard.

Your body quivers and shakes above Satoru but him? Oh he’s not any better.

His honeyed lips all bloody and bitten, suppressed by his hand with such force he’s half surprised he hasn’t ripped his own jaw off. Drool dripping down his chin forming a wet patch below.

His muscles flex and bulge as he tries his hardest to keep himself quiet, electricity zapping through his bloodstream like a magnet focusing on his abdomen.

Shit. The moment your tight walls started squeezing him that was it for him. Satoru gojo, the strongest, Satoru no one could touch him gojo, Satoru the strongest sorcerer of the modern age gojo.

He was the weakest right now. His body fully surrendering to pleasure. Pleasure you were providing him. His eyes rolled back to his head as his mind went blank, feeling his high breached.

As your gooey walls twitch and throb around his length you shudder when you feel his warm cum fill your insides. Deep. To your cervix. Filling you with ropes and ropes of cum.

How the fuck could he come this much? What human comes so much after one round?

You gasp and whimper at the feeling before his dick finally stops with one last twitch. “Shit, you came so much, ‘toru..”, With that you gently take his hand off his face and press a soft kiss to his pillowy lips.

When you part, without a word he suddenly lifts you up and spins you around so your tummy and tits were pressed flush against the table, your ass facing him and slimey cunt. You hear a thud and quickly discover it’s him sinking to his knees.

“Wh-what are you-o-oh!” You whimper out feeling his tongue lick a looonggg stripe up your puffy lips. You smack your hand on your mouth once he starts to kitten lick at your lips, circling your clit and putting his tongue flat to get a nice biigggg slurp! Of your cunt which slowly started to drip of his cum. “Mm we taste so good together..”

You, still overly sensitive from your orgasm that you had not even a few minutes ago, had your body on fire and making you buck your hips towards his mouth. “Mmmph-! Taste so good baby..especially mixed with me.” You could hear the grin in his voice, his voice vibrating against your silky walls making your eyes widen and shoulders tense up.

You’ve never been eaten out before.

You certainly wanted to but you were too scared to in case you tasted bad- the angle terrified you too. Like what if his view is not that pleasant… but those thoughts shut down after you got together with Satoru.

He made you feel comfortable and confident for being you, accepting things that were natural and accepting you for you was something he helped you achieve.

Your free hand shoots out to the edge of the table below you, gripping it with force when his tongue sinks into your puffy hole. Fuck.

Your muscles tense up and your hips buck against his mouth pathetically. You hear a loud slurppp! And a shwap!

“Shiit baby, yeaahhhh, want me to make you cum? Is tha’ it?” He sloppily whimpers out, “Shiiitt she’s so loud! Listen to her.” Your body jolts a bit when you feel long thick fingers sink inside of your squelching cunny, scissoring your walls apart while his tongue and mouth envelop your clit.

He lets out a harsh suck on the little bundle of nerves nibbling and sucking like his life depends on it.

His fingers sink knuckle deep into your gooey hole, curling up to your gspot making your legs jump and a muffled cry leave your lips. “Ooohh she’s telling me t’ breed her again..ya hear that?”

That’s when you realise Satoru Gojo, your boyfriend who was very much a virgin was talking to your cunt, not you.

You feel electric zap through your veins, zapping to each other constantly; making you tingle all over. Heat starts piling up in your stomach till you feel your high nearing and nearing closer and closer to the edge.

“Oouuh! You’re throbbing baby..fuck yer sucking my fingers in! shiiitt,,look how slutty you are f’me..”

With each precise drive of his thick digits kissing that spongey spot oh so sweetly..so perfectly..you could feel your high seeping up through your body, a elastic tightening in your tummy ready to snap at any moment.

With each harsh suck on your clit and deep plunge of his fingers into your honeyed slick hole was too much. Before you knew it the rope in your tummy snapped causing your walls to clench tightly around his soaked digits.

Your body shakes and writhers against him, your cum and slick dripping down his wrist; eliciting a groan from him. Slowly he pulls his digits out and releases your clit with a pop! Prepping kisses over any exposed skin he could press his lips against while you calm down from your high.

“You did s’ good f’me, sweetheart..so perfect..” He coos, your breathing slowly starting to even out and become levelled as you catch your breath.

When you blink up and come back to earth Satorus already hovering above you with a soft look gracing his features. Without needing to say anything you cup his chin, bringing his face down to you and press your lips against his, sealing a slow passionate kiss.

“Are you guys fucking done yet? You’re disgusting!” A voice shatters the both of you out of your trances, making you both jump apart and your cheeks and ears flushed red.

How much did they hear exactly…

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[dragon-ascent]

There are plenty of ways Zhongli would make it up to you after an argument. I've already mentioned how he might transform into his lofty form and fetch a piece of the moon for you if you so asked, or how he might go gather precious riches and jewels to ameliorate the situation.

But when Zhongli is being a particularly wet cat, he might appeal to your heart in his tiny chonk form.

You'd be sitting in your room, door shut because you'd like your maelstrom of emotions to be contained within four walls, ignoring all the times your husband knocks on the door to get you to come out. It's a while until you hear a faint scratching sound at the door. You turn, head tilted. The scratches continue. Rolling your eyes, you make your way to the door. "Zhongli, I really don't care what antics you want to get up to-"

You pause. There's nobody at the door--unless you look down at the floor, where Chonkli is curled up, just a pathetic little ball of fur gazing up at you with two black glistening gems for eyes.

"Mrow," he peeps, whining softly.

"Oh, you..." A sigh, then you pick him up. He's even tinier than he usually is in this form.

He paws at you and whines again, then licks your cheek. "Mrrrp?" he asks.

Your jaw ticks, but you sit in bed and cradle him anyway.

The happy purrs that result buzz through your chest. He won't stop nuzzling you, but at least he's soft. And warm, and cuddly.

You're still mad, though.

[cowboybeepboop]

Sweetness

"I care about you, more than I probably should."

Pairing: Robert “Bob” Floyd

Genre: Smut

Word count: 3.3k

Summary: You finally find out the real reason behind Bob’s protective side. 

a/n: I saw Thunderbolts* yesterday, and I’m craving more of Lewis Pullman 😛😩

This team gets on your nerves, whether it’s Hangman’s cocky asshole attitude or Roosters constant issues with Mav. Somehow you’re always getting in the middle of something and you’re tired of these damn pushups. 

Bob is your weapons systems officer. He’s sweet and nothing but kind when it comes to you. It’s frustrating, though, because you know he doesn’t mean anything by it, but you don’t need him to stick up for you. 

It feels like he pities you, he challenges hangman when he says asshole things, he defends your choices when Mav questions you. He just doesn’t understand that you can speak for yourself. 

These dog-fights with Maverick have almost been the death of you. Maybe you’re an overachiever, but you’ve never needed to keep redoing and redoing exercises. It’s never been an issue for you to work in a team, but Hangman refuses to. 

“Fuck!” you slam your hand against the dash of the plane, tears building in your eyes. Taking a deep breath, you sigh away the anger, letting your head fall back against the seat. Bob tenses in the seat behind you as you land the plane. 

“Y/N? Are you okay?” his voice rings out, bringing you back into reality. 

“Yep. Let’s just get this over with.” Your tone is more firm than usual, irritation filling your veins as you exit the vehicle. 

Hangman begins spewing his usual bullshit, cockiness radiating off him even though you just lost. Bob argues with Hangman in the background as you ignore them, getting ready to get those damn pushups out of the way.

The only thing you need right now is an ice-cold shower and whiskey on the rocks. You’re pulling your uniform off your shoulders while walking toward the bar, Bob is hot on your heels, along with Rooster and FanBoy. 

“How’s it goin’?” Bradley wraps an arm around your shoulder, the familiarity of his touch doing little to ease your annoyance. You shift out of his embrace, not wanting to talk to anyone. 

Bob and Rooster make eye contact, shrugging as they notice your strange mood. “You got this one, Bob?” he nods in response, following after you once again. 

“Y/N?” he settles down next to you at the bar, shifting his weight as you stare down at the counter. “Are you okay? Do you need anything?” You ignore him, taking down your drink in one gulp. 

“I’m alright, Bob, just.. Annoyed.” you sigh, glancing at him slightly. He nods in response, fingers fumbling with his beer bottle. 

“Did-” he begins before you cut him off.

“We were so close, Bob!” your tone is laced with irritation, “We almost got him and then you got, distracted.” You roll your eyes, sliding the glass to the side. 

“I know.. I know and I’m sorry, you didn’t deserve that, you shouldn’t have needed to do all those pushups because of my-” you glare at him, everything he does just annoys you, he’s so nice even when you don’t deserve it. 

“Why do you take the blame for every little thing?” Maybe it’s the alcohol, but you’re hot, irritated, and red hot. “Leave it alone, Bob.” You storm out, admittedly a little childish, but you need the fresh air. 

Sitting down on the porch, you breathe in the scent of sea water, the wood creaks under a pair of boots next to you. 

“I’m sorry, Y/N, I didn’t mean to do anything to frustrate you.” his tone is the same soft and gentle one per usual. “If I can do anything, say anything, get you anything, please just let me know. I wanna help, we’re a pair, Y/N,” he says, settling down next to you cautiously. 

“Bob, you’re annoying me.” You groan, hating the butterflies in your stomach, and his heart drops as he straightens up. Your words sting him a little more than intended, and you see it in his demeanor. 

“I’m sorry, I don’t know why I said that..” you trail off chewing on your lip while watching him fumble with his hands.” I didn’t mean to, you dont deserve that, it’s just frustrating to have you constantly siding with me, being so nice, and sticking up for me.” you groan.

“I know you mean well, but I can fight my own battles Bob.” you sigh, shifting uncomfortably as you look him over. 

Bob looks down at his hands, the sound of his fingers cracking fills the air as he processes your words. He hates your irritation being directed at him, but he knows you’re right. He’s been a little overprotective lately, and you’re feeling chafed by his kindness. It’s not what he wanted.

“It’s just…” Bob pauses, his mind struggling to find the right words. “It’s not about thinking you can’t fight your own battles. I mean, I know you can.” Bob leans back, resting his head against a pole.

“I know we’re a team, but we haven’t worked together like this before, not on a mission this important.” you sigh, resting your face in your hands. "I just wish you wouldn't make me look so weak in front of everyone, just because I'm a woman doesn't mean I need pity, Bob." You shut your eyes, taking steadying breaths.

Bob's eyes widen slightly, finally being able to grasp what is going on. He's been treating you like you're fragile, and you're getting fed up. It hits him like a truck, and the guilt instantly seeps into his bones.

"I know... I know, you're strong," he says, the shame evident in his voice. "I don't think you're weak, and I *don't* pity you." Bob's fingers twist together, frustration with himself bubbling up within him.

Bob rubs his face, he’s always had a crush on you, ever since he laid eyes on you. For Bob, you’re not just a talented pilot and a teammate, you’re smart, strong-willed, independent, and absolutely gorgeous.

His protective nature stems from the fact that he cares about you, a little more than he should. He’s scared of losing you, of getting you hurt, and it shows in his overprotectiveness and constant apologizing.

“I’m sorry, Bob, I shouldn’t have held this against you. Hangman is the one who left us to fend for our own. It’s not your fault.” You lean closer to him, brushing your shoulder against his. 

Bob's shoulders tense up for a moment, caught off guard by your sudden apology. Your touch, even as simple as your shoulder against his, has his heart beating faster. He relaxes a little, feeling relieved that you're not as irritated with him anymore.

"Thank you," he whispers, his voice soft as he relaxes his tense shoulders, he takes a deep breath. "But I still want to apologize for being so overprotective."

“I guess I just don’t understand why you’re so protective when it comes to *me*,” you scan his face, eyes wandering his features. “I know we’re friends outside of work, but.. I just don’t get it.”

Bob's heart leaps into his throat, his mind racing with nerves. This is the moment, the one he’s been scared of for the past few months. He’s always liked you, but he’s kept it to himself because of his shy nature, and he was afraid of ruining your friendship.

He takes a shaky breath, his fingers trembling as he fidgets with them."I…uhh"  Bob struggles to find the right words, the truth on the tip of his tongue.

"Yeah?" you question, scooting closer to him, basking in the gentle heat of his body.

Bob's heart pounds in his chest, his cheeks heating up from your close proximity. He can smell your perfume, and the closeness makes his knees weak.

"I… I care about you a lot," he manages, his voice shaky, eyes refusing to meet yours. Bob's hands twitch with the nervous energy that courses through him, his fingers clenching into fists and unclenching rhythmically.

"A lot?" Your cheeks turn a slight pink. "In what way, Bob?" 

Bob's words get stuck in his throat, his breath hitches as he looks up at you, your eyes burning into his soul. He swallows hard, unable to hold your gaze, but at the same time craving it. 

"In every way imaginable," he breathes out, his heart pounding against his ribcage, "I care about you, more than I probably should." This is it, all or nothing, he can't back out now.

You take in a shaky breath, eyes focusing on everything but him as his words echo in your mind.

Bob watches your face, his heart in his throat as he waits for your response. The silence between you both is loud, making him almost sick to his stomach as he waits for your reaction. He’s so desperate to know what you’re thinking, what you’re feeling, but your expression is unreadable.

"Please say something," he mutters softly, his hand twitching to reach out and touch you, but his fear stops him.

You clear your throat, standing up and stretching, and your heart is racing in your chest. Being with Bob, it's what you want, but what if it changes things or makes both of you unable to go on the mission? Your mind is reeling, and you begin to pace. 

Bob follows your movements with his gaze, your nervous behavior making his heart ache. He knows he messed up, he should have kept his stupid feelings to himself. Now he's just made everything awkward.

With you moving around so much, unable to sit still, he stands up as well, worry etched across his face. "Y/N, I'm sorry, I didn't-" his voice is trembling as he tries to apologize, but you simply start pacing.

You shake your head, "You don't need to apologize, Bob." Turning back to him, you take a few steps until you're right in front of him again. 

Bob stands still, his heart practically beating out of his chest, as you walk closer to him. Your proximity takes his breath away, and he can’t tear his eyes off your face. All he can focus on is your every move, the way your lips are slightly parted, and how your cheeks are tinged pink.

He has to fight the urge to pull you into his arms and hold you close, but the nervousness in his veins keeps him rooted to the spot. "Y/N..” he breathes out, his voice low and unsteady.

"Bob," you whisper, "Please.." Your words, your simple plea, are all it takes for Bob to snap. His brain short-circuits as every thought about consequences and missions leaves his mind, replaced with one sole desire. *You.*

In the blink of an eye, his hands find your waist, and in another, he's pulling you flush against him. His lips crash into yours with a desperate need, as every pent-up feeling, every piece of suppressed desire is unleashed.

Your hands reach up to his face, gripping his face as you pull him closer, desperate for more. 

Bob is completely lost in the moment, his hands exploring your waist, your back, your face, trying to touch every inch of you. Your touch ignites something within him, and his kiss deepens as he presses his body against yours.

He pushes you backward until your back hits a wall, his hands gripping your hips as he cages you against the surface, his kiss still feverish, hungry, desperate.

You pull away reluctantly, gasping in a few breaths before speaking. "Bob, we need to go.. I *need* you," you whisper, kissing his face and neck. Bob lets out a soft groan at your words, the feeling of your kisses sending tremors through him, the need in your voice making his knees weak. 

"Go... where?" he breathes out, his fingers digging into your hips, pulling you closer, afraid that if he lets go of you, you'll disappear. He wants you badly, the mission forgotten in a haze of desire.

"I have a place," you practically moan, enjoying the desperation in his touch. All coherent thoughts leave Bob's mind as your moan is like music to his ears. He practically whimpers against your touch, the need for you nearly overwhelming.

"Lead the way," he mutters, pressing one last, lingering kiss to your neck before reluctantly releasing his grip. Even though he's letting go of you, his hand takes yours, unwilling to lose physical contact.

With your hand in his, Bob follows you to the secluded spot you've chosen, his heart racing in anticipation. The gentle squeeze of your hand reassures him that this is what you want, too. Once you're both inside, the door clicks shut, and the tension in the room thickens. 

You turn to face him, the hunger in your eyes matching his own. His hands trace the curve of your waist, pulling you closer as your mouths find each other again in a passionate kiss that leaves you both breathless. 

With no more words needed, you both stumble over to the bed, the need for each other overwhelming. Bob gently lays you down, his eyes never leaving yours as he starts to unbutton your shirt. His touch is reverent, his every move filled with a passion that has been building for so long. 

You help him, pulling his shirt off over his head, feeling the warmth of his bare skin against yours. As the fabric of your clothes falls away, Bob’s eyes roam over your bare skin, tracing every curve and dip with a hunger that’s been building. 

His hands rough yet gentle, his kisses leaving a trail of fire down your neck as he unclasps your bra. The coolness of the air meets your heated skin, sending shivers down your spine. He worships your body, his hands exploring every inch with a passion that leaves you trembling with anticipation. 

The feel of his bare chest against yours is electric, his skin smooth and warm as he kisses his way down to your stomach. You gasp as his fingers find their way under the band of your pants, unbuttoning them with trembling hands. The touch of his skin against yours sends a jolt of pleasure through you, making you arch into his touch. 

His eyes meet yours, questioning, and when you nod, he pulls your pants down, exposing you to his hungry gaze. His eyes widen with awe, his breath hitching as he takes in the sight of you, fully exposed and desiring him. 

His thumb brushes against your inner thigh, sending a rush of heat to your core, making you whimper. His touch is soft yet demanding as he explores you, his eyes never leaving yours, drinking in every reaction you give him. 

You're both lost in the moment, the only sound in the room being the ragged breaths and soft moans that escape your lips. Bob leans in, his mouth replacing his fingers, and your world explodes into a symphony of pleasure. 

His name becomes a chant on your lips as he brings you closer and closer to the edge, your legs wrapping around his head as you pull him deeper into your warmth. The intensity of the moment reaches its peak as Bob's tongue meets your center, his strokes firm and precise. 

You moan deeply, your hands tangling in his hair, urging him on as the pleasure builds. He's relentless, his every move calculated to push you closer to the edge. His hands are everywhere, caressing your breasts, teasing your nipples until they're peaked and sensitive. 

The sound of your breathy pleas and the wetness of your desire driving him wild. He can't get enough of you, can't get close enough. You're soaking wet for him, and the scent of your arousal fills the air, making him crave you even more. His mouth is a masterpiece of pleasure, teasing and sucking, swirling and flicking, until you're panting his name and your body is tightening around his tongue. 

You're close, so close, and just when you think you can't handle it anymore, he slides a finger inside you, the pressure inside you building until it snaps. Your orgasm hits you like a tidal wave, making your toes curl and your back arch off the bed. 

You scream out his name as wave after wave of pleasure crashes over you, leaving you trembling and gasping for breath.

Bob pulls away, his face flushed and his eyes dark with lust, as he watches the aftershocks of your climax ripple through your body. He quickly removes his pants, his cock standing at full attention. The sight of him sends a fresh wave of heat through you, making you ache for him. 

He positions himself over you, and with one swift thrust, he's inside, filling you completely. Your legs wrap around him as he begins to move, his hips pumping in a rhythm that matches the pounding of your heart. 

The feeling is indescribable, a mix of pleasure and pain, of need and satisfaction, as he stretches and fills you over and over again. Your eyes lock onto his, and it's as if you're seeing him for the first time, really seeing the depth of his feelings for you, the desire and love that he's been hiding.

The friction is perfect, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through your body with every movement. You rock your hips up to meet his, desperate to get even closer. His hands are everywhere, holding you down, caressing you, making sure you feel every inch of him. 

Your bodies move in a dance that's been choreographed by months of tension and unspoken desires. Each stroke is a promise, each touch a declaration of his feelings.

You wrap your arms around his neck, pulling him down for another deep kiss, your tongues tangling as your bodies move together in perfect sync. The sound of your skin slapping against his fills the room, mixing with the desperate moans and gasps that escape both of your mouths. Bob's pace quickens, driven by the passion that fuels him, and you can feel him getting closer to his release.

You're so lost in the sensation that you don't even notice when the second orgasm starts to build, creeping up on you like a thief in the night. It takes you by surprise, stealing your breath away as it crashes over you, making your body tighten around him. Bob groans into your mouth, his release following closely behind, his cock pulsing inside you as he fills you with his warmth.

You collapse onto the bed, your bodies still entwined, hearts racing, and skin slick with sweat. The room is silent except for the sound of your panting breaths, both of you trying to come down from the high of finally giving in to the passion that's been burning between you. The weight of his body on top of yours is comforting, grounding, as you bask in the afterglow of your shared ecstasy.

Bob pulls out gently, collapsing beside you, and you roll over to face him, your eyes searching his for any signs of regret. But all you see is love and satisfaction, mirroring your own emotions. You reach out, brushing the hair out of his eyes, and he smiles at you, the tension of the day forgotten as you both drift into a contented silence, the kind that comes from knowing you've found something real in a world full of danger and uncertainty.

Bob's mind is spinning as he shifts to lie there next to you, completely stunned by the intensity of what just happened. His fingers gently trace patterns on your skin, a soft smile playing on his lips as he takes in the blissful expression on your face. Every nerve ending in his body is buzzing, the aftershocks of pleasure still coursing through him.

"That was..." he finally manages to breathe out, his voice thick with emotion, "That was amazing." Bob's heart still races, his head reeling from the intensity of the connection between you both.

You nod breathlessly, resting your face on his chest, cuddling close against him.

[blueberrisdove-sideblog2]

Mydei always treats you like you're his princess—no matter where you are or who’s watching. To him, you're not just someone he loves; you're someone he cherishes, worships, and would go to war for without a second thought. Every time he looks at you, there’s this softness in his golden eyes that nobody else gets to see, like you're the only thing in the world that could ever matter. He opens doors for you, carries your things even when you insist you're strong enough, and always makes sure you’re warm, safe, and comfortable. You never have to ask twice—he’s already on it, already thinking two steps ahead, always treating you like the center of his world.

He watches you like you're made of stars and silk, like even the air should be gentle with you. Whenever you speak, he listens closely, even if you’re just rambling or talking about something silly. And if someone dares to laugh at you or treat you poorly, he doesn’t just get upset—he burns. That terrifying warrior everyone fears becomes your prince in blazing armor, glaring down anyone who even breathes wrong near you. But even with all that power, he’s gentle with you. Always. Like you're something sacred. Like he's scared to break you, even though he knows you're stronger than you look.

Every little thing he does screams devotion. He braids your hair with such care, smoothing the strands with his calloused fingers as if touching something precious. When you’re sad or overwhelmed, he doesn’t rush you to feel better. He just holds you close, pressing you against his bare chest, letting you hear the steady beat of his heart until you feel okay again. And when you’re happy? He lights up like the sun, proud of every smile you give him. He kisses your forehead like it’s a ritual, like he’s sealing a blessing into your skin. You don’t even have to ask him to love you—he just does, over and over, in a thousand quiet ways.

At night, he wraps you in his arms like a protective shield. His big frame curves around you. He murmurs soft things into your hair—how much he loves you, how you’ve changed his world, how he never knew what peace felt like until he had you in his arms. Sometimes he wakes you up just to make sure you're breathing, just to press his forehead against yours and whisper, “Mine. Always mine.” Even in his dreams, he’s holding onto you like he’s scared the world might try to take you away.

To Mydei, you're not just a lover or a partner. You're his entire reason for fighting, for breathing, for being. He sees the way the world looks at you and thinks they don’t even know how lucky they are to witness her. But he knows. And he’ll never take you for granted. In every kiss, every touch, every word, there’s a silent vow: You are my princess. And I will spend every day proving it.

[dangerousstrawberryshark]

My brain is going haywire from seeing Jason duval in the trailer… SO HERE IS A DRABBLE WITH HIM! (He calls you a faggot in this btw. Just once, maybe more lol)

So imagine being a gay stripper in one of the many strip clubs in Vice City— called vice for a reason. You’ve seen many men come in and gave them your services but nothing else. Just a repeat of grinding on their laps and satisfying their needs.

Then you noticed him.

You could tell he was new to the club, especially a gay one. Maybe exploring? He was muscular with a trimmed beard; he looks like a hot gym bro. Working out in the sweltering hot Florida sun, shirtless as his muscular drenched in sweat. You could feel yourself becoming turned on from the thought.

He then makes eye contact with you.

Not a few minutes later, one of the servers notified you that a customer has requested your services. Without hesitation, you got off strange and walked to the back rooms. You were never this eager before.

Opening the door revealed Jason sitting on the bed, naked. You admired how well built the other man… chest hair covering his pectorals before trailing down to his pants. “First time doing something like this…” was all Jason said.

You decided to give him the best night of his life.

Jason was curious about having sex with another man. Was it the best idea going to a gay strip club and starting there? Definitely not. Would’ve it been better to find someone naturally? Yeah. Did he care? Nope.

Once he laid his eyes on you, he felt a tug and gestured for one of the servers to notify you. Now here he is, sitting on the bed with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

Jason let out breathy grunts and moans as he feels your hot mouth. He moans as he holds your head guides you on his cock. He was slightly above average but made up with thickness.

“F-fuck… baby… so good.” Jason moans as his grip on your head tightens, thrusting his cock deeper into your mouth. He could hear you gagging and slurping boosting his ego and cockiness. “Sucking my dick so good… better than any blowjob I’ve had.”

Your face was buried in his pubic region, his heavy, hair balls slapping against your chin as he throat fucks you. The room filled with wet audible slobbering noises and the moans of a highly satisfied man.

“Love my sucking cock, boy? Love it when I fuck this fag mouth? Fucking faggot…” Jason groans as he pulls his glistening cock out of your mouth. He grins while slapping his throbbing piece of meat against your cheek.

It felt heavy against your skin as he smears your saliva. You began whining and moaning, sticking out your tongue to lick it. Jason didn’t stop there as he buried your nose in his heavy balls, letting you smell his musky, manly smell.

“Like the smell, boy? Long day at the beach!” Jason laughs, breathing heavily as he feels you fondling and sucking on his heavy nuts. He was enjoying this more than he anticipated. He was loving this! Loving the dominance.

“On the bed”

Xxx

TAGLIST: @hiddens-eden @spnfanboy777 @buckyshusband0 @zamfam4272 @raspberryyuuki @maxxioislost @furiousflowercreation @ghostking4m @sluttyhusband @wolf-knights @your-cow-boy @mack-thedork @starboye @boypied @sleep-0-deprived

[jaeyuniism]

୧ ‧₊˚ imagine babying ni-ki ⋅ ☆

a/n: idcidc ni-ki is not nonchalant 💔 this is heavily inspired by @purinfelix so thank you to them <3

— wc : 343 — drabble —

ni-ki’s never been too particularly fond of appearing vulnerable—especially in front of you. but behind closed doors, it was a completely different story. that’s exactly why he was leaned back in his chair, arms crossed with a stubborn pout adorning his beautifully crafted face. “ni-ki, what’s wrong?” you question from your bed. your eyes were still glued to your phone screen, and if you were being honest, you knew. you knew exactly what was wrong with ni-ki, but you wanted him to say it. recently, his schedule with the boys had been packed, with the new comeback coming up. today was one of his few days to rest, and he was exhausted. but being the big baby he is, he refused to show it. however, the cute little tired lines and dark circles under his expressive eyes told you enough: he was exhausted. “nothing,” he huffed, his eyes beginning to flutter shut. “c’mere riki,” you coo, finally putting your phone down to let him into your arms. he stays put for a moment, but his resolve finally shatters and he’s up and in your arms in less than a second. you pull him into your lap, your fingers gently pushing his head against your chest as you drape a blanket over your bodies. you’re all wrapped up now, legs tangled, his face smooshed against your collar bones. at first he tries to act unaffected, claiming he’s “just resting his eyes” when his lashes threaten to meet, but the way he whines when you shift ever so slightly gives him away. you can’t help but swoon at how comfortable he looks laying flush in your arms. your thumb traces the curve of his jawline, all the way down to his plump pouty lips. he places a soft kiss against the pad of your thumb, his cheeks flushing a warm shade of pink as he does so. the sight is enough to make you melt. “you’re my baby, okay?” you coo, as he nuzzles into your neck, mumbling. “you always baby me,” he sounds whiny—bothered, even—when he says it, but the way he leans into your neck tells you he's anything but bothered. “because you let me,” you whisper into his hair, and he only hums in response, squeezing your waist even tighter. 

m. list

[xoln04f1xo]

Good Girl

Sub!Reader x Dom!Lando Blurb

TW: 18+ MDNI, PinV, swearing, sub x dom, orgasm denial, mention of restraints, praise kink

WC: 0.2k

"Mph... please Lando" you moaned out loudly. "Not yet baby." he said.

He was only making you wait because you had been giving him attitude all day. So when you both got home, he practically dragged you into the bedroom and tied your wrists to the headboard.

It had been about half an hour already and he was still denying your orgasm. "Lando please... I'm begging you, please I need to cum."

"Just a few more minutes, good girl." you groaned, needing to feel some kind of release. So what if you just do it?

"Don't even think about it y/n." Lando said, like he was reading your mind or something and you moaned. Loud.

He kept pumping his fingers in and out of your dripping hole and flicking your clit with his tongue.

About 5 minutes later of moaning and his telling you not to cum, he finally said "Okay, go ahead baby I got you. Cum for me... good girl."

Once your orgasm had subsided, he got up and went to the bathroom to grab a wet towel to clean you up but touching lighter on your more sensitive areas where you hissed. "Sorry baby."

He threw it to the side and climbed into bed with you to cuddle. "You did such a great job baby. Good girl." he said knowing that you thrived off of praise.

You fell asleep together cuddling and didn't wake up until late the next morning.

Click here for more!

[spaceycat]

if you haven’t... can you do steve’s fav positions?

thank you thank you😘🍓

DHNMRGJ NTHOINSUIGSIRK ily so much anon

⋆★⋆ steve's favourite positions  ⋆★⋆

♫ ᴘʟᴀʏɪɴɢ: MUTT by Leon Thomas

a/n: something that ive realised in both my steve nd bucky's "favourite positions" posts their gifs look like they're judging me so hard.. like get out?

I feel like Steve is just a very intimate person, like he values being close to you 24/7 and places his hands on you to keep him grounded because cmon when isnt that guy literally on another astral plane

SOOOO!! that means alot of chest to chest sex, pushing your thighs apart to get in between them ever so closer

kisses your neck, face and chest while whispering praises to you while fucking into you (half of them are just instinctual and he doesnt mean for you to hear them)

his fingers able to bruise your hips because of how tightly he's holding onto you

but i feel like he is just horny.. like.. all the time?

alot of make out sessions in the kitchen late at night

nomad steve is a completely different thing

he takes what he needs, he's more foward - more touchy.

still as intimate but more heated, using his strength to flip you onto your stomach - wrapping a bicep around your neck to get leverage as he fucks into you.

he cares less about what other people thinks "c'mon baby.. let everyone in the tower hear you." "you can be louder than that, sweetheart."

he will and can make you moan like a pornstar and he knows all the ways to touch you and position you to make that happen

his hands dragging down your sides and thighs, hands tough and calloused.

has and will fuck you in the living room, bending you over the arm of the couch, kneading your ass with his hands.

also has fucked you bent over his bike and DEF in tony's car, he didnt mean to but the way you sat in his lap while the two of you were driving to headquarters, you were basically begging in his ear the entire time and he def fingered you in the passenger seat while driving

sit on his face. he will literally beg and plead you to, he needs it like he needs air - gripping onto your thighs as he laps through your folds like a man starved, looking up at you with hazy eyes

he doesnt tap you to signal to let him breath a couple times, the lightheadedness amplifying everything

he loves when you give him head, loving the drool and spit as he looks down at you - ESPECIALLY when he's subby/stressed tf out

half of these arent positions, but thats okay guys

[cinnamorollcrybaby]

I wanna watch you like a movie

Tags: Yuji x fem!Reader, smau, true best friends to lovers, college au, teeth-rotting fluff, aged up characters, cursing, suggestive joke, joke about suicide

An: I’m deciding to cut this series a little short at three parts! I’ll probably make a little epilogue part like I did with Suguru’s. Let me know if you want to see Megumi or Yuta’s series next <3

Part one. | Part two. | Part three.

Taglist: @theuniversesnepobaby @perfectanamentality @v1x3n @grierpilots @2dmenfr @aldebrana @risagichi @apricotprincesssar

[secretaccountlol]

Tell me i’m good while im weak.

GENDER-NETURAL READER X MARK GRAYSON.

This is a smuttyyy Drabble 18+ no minor plz!

Warnings? : Dom!Reader x Sub! Mark. Reader does call mark some names and teases him a lot. Mark is..a pervert in this lol and soooo pathetic. Also degradation and praise galore. He also like.. lies bout bein sick lol.

Synopsis: Mark has a kink. Praise and degradation, and once you find out you're happy to help him out with it.

I got a beta reader in this hoe! Shout out to lovely, wonderful, stunning @sobbingscripter

Thank her ! Now you won't be subjected to my horrible dyslexia lmao

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Author note; Now,, all I kinda went lil crazy with the dialogue, it's like filthy?? Srry if he's a lil OOC, I just wanted to write a down right pitiful mark.. and I think I succeeded!

This is my first ever invincible Drabble! I don't tend to do them very often, so enjoy. Hey btw .: I like comments and reblogs tell me what you think okay?

Mark has a praise kink. You didn’t realize it at first,of course.

Who just randomly daydreams about their good friend’s kinks, not you, at least not intentionally.

It started simple, you had tutored Mark. With all the new hero shit he’s been thrown through, getting his grades up in college was the most difficult thing for him.

That’s when you graciously helped; late night study sessions with him after missions, early morning calls to go over answers before exams.

An unexpected call at 8:30 am in the morning wakes you, and it's Mark screaming about the 80 he just got on the test, worth 60% of his grade.

Your sleepy grin is all you remember as you promise to bring celebratory drinks later, “Good job, Mark! I knew you could do it!”

He pauses over before you yawn, letting him know you’re going back to sleep now.

You don’t notice the breathy, stuttered goodbye he says as the phone clicks off.

Next time you're at Comic Con; he’s dressed as Séance Dog, you didn’t tell Mark what you were gonna be dressed as, with you adamant of it being a surprise for him.

His breath falters when he sees you, your legs out and oiled in a “sexy” invincible leotard.

“Surprise~”

Thank god, he was sitting and he had a cape because the boner he popped was massive.

“You look great!”

Your giggle pinpoints his cock, “You look even better, what a good boy you are!” You ruffle his hair, his eyes widen.

“Wha— good boy?”

“Oh, pfft sorry—, cus you're Seance Dog! He’s a dog, dogs are always good boys!”

“Right right right,” Mark’s ears burned, think cold thoughts, think cold thoughts.

“Speakin’ of, the panel of authors and animators is about to start. We need to get there like now, cus I already know people are fightin’ over seats.”

You skip off, not bothering to look behind you, and thank god because if you did, your eyes would be glued to the fucking snake in his pants.

‘ they said I'm a good boy, i'm a good boy, ’ kept chanting in his mind.

His cock did not know a moment of peace that night, with your words echoing through his mind.

His bedsheets dripped with sweat and cum as his cock softened for the 12th time.

Used tissues littered his room as he milked the last bit of cum.

Your phone call shakes him out of his sex haze, it’s a daily ritual of y’alls. You talk about your day and he does the same, trying to keep a sense of normalcy, with him being a hero, it’s hard to see each other every time.

You again, don’t notice his wavering voice as his hands pick up the pace again. His poor cock is beaten to hell, as the sloppy noises fill his room, his mouth press in a thin line.

“Mark, you okay?”

“Yea— yesyesyes, I’m okay…”

Your brow furrows, “Okay, we don’t have to keep talkin’ y’know? I can hang up if your bus—“

“Nonononono, please don’t hang up!” His words rush out in a whimper before he can stop himself.

“Okay! Jesus! ‘M sorry I won’t hang up. You're a needy lil thing today, aren’t ya?”

Mark whines, an honest to god whine. Silence insues, he fucked up.

“Mark, are you sick or somethin’?”

“I— I.. yes!” Mark does a terrible fake cough, “Mmhn, ‘m catchin’ a cold”

“Aww poor baby..”

A whimper slips through his lips, “yes, yeah yeah… mhn… poor me.”

“Wan’ me come over and take care of you, ya big baby?”

“Yesyesyes please,” another muffled plea from Mark as his fingers brush the tip of his head..

“Okay, I’m on my way with chicken soup!”

*Click*

Mark blinks, a dopey smile plays on his lips.

Oh shit.

Oh god, he wasn’t thinking straight, he’s not even sick! His bed creaks from the sudden upright movement.

His eyes darted around his room, oh shitshitshit.

His body zips around his room as he picks up his tissues and throws his soiled sheets in the washer, putting fresh linens on in the span of a second.

The next second, you were already knocking at the door.

“Maaarkkk, you in there buddy?”

His hands move in frenzy, rubbing his nose as hard as he can to make it a rosy red, jogging side to side to give himself a sweaty appearance, and finally a wet, cold folded cloth placed over his forehead before unlocking the door and hastily making his way back to his bed.

Clearing his throat before he speaks, mustering up his best “sick” voice, “Doooorss opppewwennn!!”

The door whines as you enter, Mark’s ears twitch as he hears you set down the homemade soup.

Clashing dishes in the kitchen before your feet shuffle into his room.

Your eyes ooze sympathy when you see his face.

“Awe, my poor baby.”

Mark throws out a helpless whine as he motions grabby hands for you to come to him.

“‘M sooo siick.., think I got somethin’ from space travelin’ too much.”

You back up slightly, “you’re not— like contagious are you?”

Mark shakes his head rapidly, shit. ‘Think, think, make up a lie, make up a lie.’

“Noooo, uh—“ he coughs, “Robot says it isn’t..annd who am I to argue with a super genius!” He coughs another time, for good measure.

“Uh okay!” You slink back over to him, flopping down next to him. “Here, big baby open your mouth up for soup.”

Mark’s mouth opens with a pop, light pink adores his cheek, god he’s pathetic.

“God, you’re shameless, aren’t ya?”

“Immm sickkk—!” He’s definitely milking it, but can you blame him, hearing you pity him like this, it gets him going.

”It’s kinda cute,” you spoon more liquid into his mouth. “I like takin’ care of your needy ass.”

“You do?” His eyes flutter, if he wasn’t ‘sick’, you’d mistake his tinted cheeks as a blush.

“Mm, yeah I like taking care of my friends and family. Plus, you take care of the whole galaxy, Mark. The least I can do is look after you when you need it.”

Mark blinks, then blinks again.

“Sorry layin’ it on too thick? My bad.” You pull back the spoon trembling slightly, the soup swishing around.

His hand hastily grabbed your wrist, “No no not at all, please praise me more.”

“What?”

“Praise me ..more, please”

Your heart burns, bubbling with desire. Shit, should you feel this way about your best friend especially when he’s sick? Is he even in the right headspace?

“You’re.. such a good hero, Mark. I feel so safe when you're around.”

Mark’s breath caught, “‘more?” His fingers squeeze your wrist softly, then release.

“Mark, you’re not — you’re not in the right headspace you aren’t.. you don’t know what you’re sayin’...” your hand caresses over his as you lick your lips.

“If— if I was in the right headspace, would you?”

You bite your lip, sighing “ Yes.. yes—“

“I’m not sick.”

“What?”

“I’m not sick, I lied. Please praise me now.”

Your arms snatch away from him, “You little liar!”

He pouts, sitting up, removing the cold towel. “I wanted you to take care offf meeee!”

“You could’ve just asked, I’d come over regardless!”

Your arms cross against your chest, “you don’t even deserve my homemade soup!”

Mark whines again, “nooo I like your souuup!”

“Why’d you lie! If you like my soup you, again. Could’ve just asked!“

“I—..it’s cus I don’t know! I just thought.. I just couldn’t think of anything else..to get you here.”

“Mark..” your eyes rake over his face. A cute pout plays on his lips and his brows furrowed like a puppy being scolded.

“I just .. mm, thought if I played sick you’d praise me more..”

“Oh..? Oh!” You kiss your teeth, as you stare at your best friend.

“Mark, lift your bed covers for me real quick.”

“Why..” his eyes narrow.

“I think you know why—“

“Noooope.”

“Dude, you totally have a boner right, don’t you?”

“No— I- don’t know what you’re talkin’ about!”

You shift your eyes to the rising spot in the covers, point a finger, “Right.. uh-huh..” your face deadpans.

His legs shoot to his chest nearly knocking the wind outta of him.

“Shit.”

“You’re a fuckin’ pervert dude! Wait wait! Is that why you sounded like that over the phone? Oh my god were you—?”

Mark's eyes dart away from yours, bury his face in his hands after.

“Oh my god, you were! You were jerkin’ off to my voice!” The shrill of your voice carried through his apartment.

“I— SHHH! Keep your voice down!” Mark grabs your collar, the jerky movement causes you to bend over him awkwardly, your chest over his lap.

“Augh- sorry! Shit sorry. I — just— “

Your hand brushes against his cock as you sit up, a strangled groan graces your ears as he grabs your hand again.

“Sorry again— uh don’t touch ther—uh!”

Your other hand grips his covered cock running your fingers over it.

“Tsk no, Mark, isn’t this what you wanted?”

“I— “

Devious grin splits your face as you rip the covers off him, a rush of cold air cools his body, your eyes stare at this boner.

“Ha, got a third leg here, huh?”

“Dude— this is so embarrassing, please don’t tease me..” his hands tug across his face as he speaks.

“Nahh, you said you wanted to be praised, right?”

Another whimper slips past his lip.

“Mark, be a good boy for me, use your words.” God, you were having too much fun mocking him.

“Fuckkk! Don—don’t talk like that!”

Your hand inches into his thin boxer, a hiccup in his breath as you cup his cock.

“You sound so pretty right, you know that?”

“Mmhn no— I “

“No, you’re right, you sound so deliciously pathetic right, I never thought I’d hear you this way.” Your lips ghost the side of his face as you start to pump, a soft sob bubbles from him.

“Imagine everyone knowing the mighty Invincible is such a whiny bitch in bed, hm?”

“Stooopp being meaaan!” Mark’s pitiful wails heighten as his cock twitches in your hands.

“Oh, so you like bein’ degraded and praise? Tsk, what a combooo..!”

“I don’t—! I- just your voice and I’m- I’m over—whelmed! Right now, okay!”

“I’ve barely touched you and you’re throbbing like you’re about to blow, are you? Hm?” Your tongue drags against his ear as your lazy tugs cloud his mind.

“ ‘m nooot! “

“Okay, can you be a good puppy for me and only cum when I tell you to?”

“Uh-huh, yesyes,” his throat bobs, “I can— I can be a good boy, please.”

“Aw okay, I believe you,” your lips slip down his neck, earning another groan, your teeth nip is skin.

“Let’s see how long you can hang on.”

oh, he was fucked.

You realize, he doesn’t just have a praise kink, he has a degradation kink too.

—

[angelqueef]

needy | john price

you have a nightmare in john’s lap while he works. he comforts you as always, but he has unnamed plans to keep you safe.

a/n: mdni | i was so high when i started writing this and when i woke up i realized it wasn’t half bad lol so here u go

cw: yandere!john x innocent!reader, gn reader (doe is used twice), pet names used (baby, bub, girlie, angel) romance, fluff (?), no smut, mention of orgasm, john is kinda creepy, but he’s so hot, possessive/obsessive behavior, i can’t write scary stuff well, he wants to kidnap you, barely proofread

you’re straddling john’s sturdy lap, mouth nestled in the dip between his neck and shoulder, wetting the skin. you’re passed out from the three orgasms he’d given you (with just his fingers) minutes before. he pets your head with one hand while he types, holding an unlit cigar in his mouth, just tasting the tobacco.

you heat up. it’s slow at first, not warm enough for him to notice. but then there’s tiny beads of sweat pricking your forehead and nape. you’re frowning, deep breaths turning shallow, you’re whimpering, low and frightened.

john tears his eyes away from the monitor, leaning back to look at you properly.

“angel,” he murmurs. you don’t respond, sobs and groans escaping you. you’re shaking against him.

he takes the cigar out of his mouth, leaning forward to put it on the desk. he returns to you, hands rub up and down your waist, “c’mon girlie, wake up for me, havin’ a nightmare.”

(you’re running as fast as you can through the dense forest, branches are reaching out to grab you. the hard edges scrape and cut your waist and arms. you try pushing them out of your way, but you have no strength. your limbs feel dead—heavy and weightless at the same time. you cry out, falling. you’re crawling against the wet forest floor, boneless, looking back to with wide eyes to see the giant humanoid creature inching closer to you, sharp toothed smile and wet translucent flesh getting clearer in your view. it lunges toward you—)

you shoot up with a whimper that felt way louder in your dream, looking around wildly. you cling to john. “wh- i-,”

“shh, shhh, there you are,” john says, deep voice vibrating in your chest, his breath warm and smokey from the unlit tobacco. he rubs the palm of his hand from your forehead to your curls, fluffing them gently. and smiles softly, crows feet crinkling. “spooked me there, bub. you okay?”

his smile is even, calming. but the fronts of his brows turn up just slightly. he’s worried about you. his little doe.

you make eye contact, still panting but your frightened eyes have rested slightly. “i don’ know,” you say sleepily, “was so scared.”

you squeeze your eyes shut and shake your head, like you’re ridding yourself of the dream. john chuckles at this, you look so cute trying to erase what happened in your subconscious.

“my poor baby,” he presses his lips at the base of your neck, keeping them at your pulse, not kissing, just reveling in the way your heartbeat flutters and beats like a little drum. he murmurs into your neck. “it’s okay now. i’m here, i got you.”

you nod and cling onto him. you’re sniffling, but your breaths slow as you inch yourself as close to him as possible. the tension in your body softens as his words absorb in your mind.

john’s heart swells. he can’t help but feel sick with himself for liking you in this state. you’re so fragile for him. he hates seeing you frightened of course (he wants to climb in your mind and maim whatever got you scared like this), but the feeling of being needed by you—only you—makes him melt. you make the usually gruff and hardened military man somehow feel like plush and honeyed cotton when you nuzzle into him and whisper nothings about how badly you need him, treating him like he’s the next big thing since oxygen.

he wraps his burly arms around you real tight, picking you up. you lock your ankles around his waist. “bed time?” you ask.

“mhm, bed time. you’re all tuckered out, huh?” he locks eyes with a smile he only gives you: all good, all knowing, all powerful. it’s moments like these where he nearly feels like your god. your saving grace.

you nod, “thank you for being here, needed you.”

john shivers at your words. he places you on the bed, so gentle you barely notice your body weighing on the mattress. “you’re welcome, angel. i’m always here. and i’ll always keep you with me,”

he knows you think he’s being metaphorical when he says this, you crack a drowsy grin and close your puffy eyes. you think him innocent, loving, gentle. and he’ll be those things for you. but he has no intention of letting you go, his sweet little doe. too much has been taken away from him. he has to, wants to protect you from this cruel, unforgiving world. he lays down next to you, his heavy body dipping the bed so much that you automatically roll into him. he keeps a heavy hand on your waist.

“i’ll never let you go,” he whispers, hushed voice laced with a darkness you’d never hear. the back of his hand trails up and down your warm cheek until sleep takes him, and he’s at peace for once.

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

I've Got You Under My Skin 6

Warnings: non/dubcon, marital troubles, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Steve Rogers

Summary: your husband is a very demanding man.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Your head hits the cupboard as Steve ruts into you. You reach up to keep from bashing yourself further, curling your neck as he grips your hips and pounds into you. He's relentless.

Your legs are bent around his arms, his pants are at his ankles, and his breath is steaming around you. Your whine as the pleasure and pain mingles. You're happy to have him close again yet his furor is as much as you can handle. You put your fingertips on his stomach in a subtle effort to slow him.

You watch him pump into you. His thumbs dig into your flesh as he huffs, hunching as he rams with all his force, over and over. He drags you down onto your back and moan. He has your ass off the counter as he holds you aloft. He keeps his tempo as you put your palms to the wall, struggling to keep from hitting it.

You look down to see him fucking you. His eyes are stuck between your legs as he growls and grunts. His nails cut into you as he snarls through his nose. He bites the tip of his tongue and shakes as he loses all control.

He spills into with a series a spasmodic thrusts. You rub his stomach as he cums and he slows until he's still. He buries into you as deep as he can, until you whimper.

"Oof," you lift your head slightly. "Oh, that's... deep."

"I missed you, baby," he growls.

"I missed you too," you purr. He stays inside you.

He grabs your ankles and pulls your legs up. He holds them there, keeping you on your back. You squirm as he slides out little by little. His tip springs free and he lets your foot lean on his shoulder. He swipes his finger up through the gush of his cum and pushes it back into you.

"Gotta make sure you get all you can," he dips his fingers inside and you twitch.

"Yes, Stevie," you flutter your lashes.

"You're a good girl," he rubs you, smearing his cum all over. "And if you want to be really good, you're going to leave me inside you like that. Until I say so."

You blink at him and nod. "Yes, Captain."

"I don't care if it's leaking down your leg, you be good." He drops his hand and pinches your ass.

"Yes, Captain."

"Good," he grins and pulls away.

He steps up to the sink and washes his hands. He grabs a dish clothes and wipes his dick clean too. You slowly sit up and slide onto your feet. The cum cools along your thighs.

A sudden chime makes you twitch. You look at Steve. He zips up his pants.

"That must be company."

You stare at him.

"Sweetie, go get changed." He winks. "Put a dress on."

You swallow and walk away stiffly. When did he invite people over? Why? And couldn't he have warned you?

You flit away, your thighs sticking together and hurry upstairs. You switch out your sweaty shopping outfit for one of Steve's favourites. A short dress with short sleeves in a light shade of peach. You check yourself in the mirror and make sure you don't look like what just happened happened.

Bucky's voice carries as you come downstairs. That's not so bad. He's here all the time.

His wife is with him. Even better.

"Hey," you greet as they stand talking to Steve.

Bucky looks over his shoulder and lifts an eyebrow, saying hi back. His wife peeks back but says nothing. You come around to stand next to Steve.

"Well, how about a nice dinner?" Steve puts his hand on your lower back. "Nice little double date."

"Oh, sure," you agree. "We can whip something up, right?"

Bucky's wife nods. She goes to step away from him but flinches. She turns and kisses his bearded cheek. It dimples as he squeezes her hips then gives her a tiny nudge forward.

"Ah," you catch sight of her hand, splints along her fingers. "That looks like it hurts."

She glances down, her shoulders rise again.

"Keep her away from sharp objects," Bucky says. "She's clumsy."

You nod and wave her across the entryway. You lead her to the kitchen as she drags her soles noisily. You hum and look around thinking. You can do the salmon.

You go to the fridge and open it up. She stands by the counter, silent.

"That's a bummer. Is that your drawing hand?" You ask as you approach with the wrapped filets.

She looks at her wrapped hand and nods.

"Sorry, not to make it worse. That's just... I'm sure it'll heal quick."

She shakes her head and clears her throat. "It's not your problem."

"It's been a while," you chirp. "Missed ya."

"Sure. I was busy. Working but..." her hand twitches and she winces.

"Oh, yeah..."

"You and Steve, doing good?" She sniffs.

"Sure are," you answer as you set down the fish. You turn to the drawer and reach for it, but stop yourself from stepping into the glisten on the tile. Did she notice? Steve's cum is right there but your toes. You ignore it and grab cutting board. You face her again and smile. "Guess what?"

"What?" She utters flatly.

"We're gonna have a baby."

Her lashes flick and her brows arch. "You're pregnant?"

"Trying," you answer. "But I don't think it'll take very long."

You stare at her. You're disappointed by her lack of reaction.

"You're not happy for us?" You ask.

"If it makes you happy..." she replies then looks down at the counter. "Tell me what to do... " She pauses and lifts her hand, "that I can do."