#<- perv edition<3

[captain-hawks]

…more perv roommate!kuroo pls… *chokes and dies*

-💋

okay now i can't stop thinking about roommate!kuroo just being the biggest masochist.

so there's a particular brand of popsicles that you love. they're hard to find; there's one convenience store on the other side of town that has them on occasion. and while you've never really given much thought to the way you shamelessly moan in satisfaction after opening one, the eager, almost messy way you go about licking it, well—kuroo's in for A Big Fucking Surprise the first time he experiences That.

(he jerks off twice in a row that night thinking about the soft, pleased sounds you made and your wet, shiny lips.)

if kuroo had any sense of self-preservation, he'd try to wipe the thought from his mind and never think about the inherently sexual sight of you sucking on a popsicle ever again. for the sake of his sanity. and the amount of hot water he's been wasting jerking off thinking about it every goddamn time he showers lately.

but he's a masochist. a masochist that just so happens to pass by that convenience store on his way home from work.

a masochist who now brings one home for you at least once a week when they're in stock.

—who smiles at your excitement fondly each time like he's not daydreaming about the way your lips would look wrapped around his cock instead.

[fushitoru]

i can't stop looking at his d—d—d—d—FACE!

pairings ⸺ (SEPERATE) boy next door!gojo x reader, wrestler!toji x reader, gym trainer!sukuna x reader, pizza delivery boy!choso x reader, husband's boss!nanami x reader, perv on train!geto x reader

summary ⸺ jjk men as overused p0rn/h3ntai plots! inspired by this awesome post by the talented, brilliant, incredible, amazing, show stopping, spectacular @/osamucide! pls check it out and the rest of his work :3

warnings ⸺ SMUT (mdni), consent is pre-established in all scenarios (but dub con just in case), everyone is of age (or older), exhibitionism, infidelity in nanami’s, pussy drunk men lol, not edited (as always), cowgirl, missionary, creampies, VERY public sex in toji’s, art by 3-aem, lmk if I’ve missed anything!

a/n lolll i'm ngl this was so fun to write. some of these scenarios are so funnny hELP. this one is also for some of the anons who are so obsessed w choso and sukuna in bridgerton au. wrote them for you 🫡 choso’s is my fav hehe

NEW: part 2 here

general masterlist

SUKUNA RYOMEN ⸺ HOTTIE'S PERSONAL TRAINER HAS A VERY HANDS ON APPROACH!

“Brat!” Sukuna’s voice cuts through the air like a whip. “Watch your back. You’re supposed to be hinging your hips back, not whatever lazy shit you were doing.”

He steps around to your side, the heavy thud of his boots on the gym floor adding to the oppressive weight of his presence. Squatting down, he sets his hips back in one smooth motion, demonstrating with sharp precision. “Like this. Not whatever the fuck that was.”

You glance at him, your legs trembling under you. Sweat clings to your skin, a thin sheen that feels heavy after the grueling thirty minutes with your personal trainer. Sukuna definitely takes the "tiger mom" approach, every tattoo on his body echoing the sharp, uncompromising authority in his eyes. Right now, those eyes bore into you, narrowed with impatience, his hands on his hips. His scowl is practically carved into his face—stone-hard and unmoving.

Breathing hard, you slump forward, hands gripping your knees as you gasp for air. Your heartbeat drums loudly in your ears. “Sukuna, g-give me a sec. I just—fuck—” You can barely string a sentence together between gulps of air. “I just maxed out. My legs are literally shaking.”

Sukuna clicks his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, but his voice softens—just a little. “Fine. Catch your breath. But as you do that, let’s practice proper form.”

You nod exhaustedly, not being able to think very clearly. Wiping the sweat to prevent it from getting into your eyes, you put your legs hip width apart as Sukuna gets behind you to observe your form. You bend down, trying to sit back onto your hips as best as possible, but as soon as your ass grazes Sukuna’s crotch, you lose the form in your back in surprise. “Sorry—”

“That was wrong.” Sukuna’s voice is in your ear as he puts his hands on your hips, and you are dizzy with the contact. “Here.” Both of you squat down, Sukuna’s hard body moving right behind you, and at the lowest position, Sukuna’s thumb roves over the fat of your ass, and they leave your hips to trace up your back. “Your back should be neutral, otherwise you’re going to hurt yourself.”

“O—okay,” you breathily reply, dizzy with the way he was touching you. If you listened closely, it almost sounded as if you were whimpering. Unfortunately for you, it seemed like Sukuna was more observant than you had hoped because he was looking at you in suspicion, eyes raking up and down your figure to observe your appearance. Disheveled, chest rising rapidly, sweat dripping right in the middle of your breasts—

Sukuna, out of nowhere, grabs your hand and begins walking away. “Come with me. You’re not doing them right.”

Soon, you’re led into one of the gym’s stretching rooms—the private ones, the ones meant for Sukuna to help you after the workout. 

“Sukuna, what are we—” you breathlessly ask, but you’re quickly shushed by Sukuna as he hoists himself on the massage table.

“Come here,” he motions to his lap, and you wordlessly follow his directions, sitting directly on top of his lap, gasping as you realize there’s a bulge making contact with your pussy. “We’re going to try an alternative way of doing squats, one that involves a bit more cardio.” He pulls down his sweatpants, blushing, furious cock springing out as he pulls down your yoga pants.

Soon, you’re moaning as you slowly take in his cock, sliding down as his precum and your copious amount of slick mix and drip onto his pelvis. Your feet are on either side of his legs, making you squat every time you lower yourself down on his length.

“Fuck! You’re so tight.” He slaps your ass as you bounce yourself rapidly on his cock. “Pretended to not know how to squat just for me to put this fat cock in you, isn’t that right?”

You didn’t have the capacity to answer, just moan as his cock hits your spot. Unsatisfied with your pace, Sukuna flips you both over until your back is on the table. 

“Oh fuck yea,” Sukuna pants, hips pistoning into you rapidly, effectively fucking you into the table, and his quads are bulging in sheer strength as they clench and unclench in reflection of his pleasure. “Didn’t know my client had such a sweet pussy.”

KAMO CHOSO ⸺ SHE ORDERS BIG SAUSAGE PIZZA AND GETS HER DEEP DICK CRAVINGS FILLED! (the title is so ridiculous im crying)

“Your total’s $14.93. You’re five bucks short.” The delivery boy—an emo looking guy with hair in space buns—responds to the wad of cash and coins you had just given him. He couldn’t look any less bored than he was as he stared down impassively at you, hot, steaming pizza in one hand.

"Wait, but I ordered a small?" You ask him in confusion. "I couldn't possibly finish a large one by myself!"

He pulls out your receipt from where it was tucked into the pizza box. "Your order said a large." Upon glancing on it, you look that he was indeed correct—right next to your pizza, the size LARGE glared at you through the sheen of the reciept's paper.

"Oh," You said, dumbly, blinking in confusion. "Well, I can pay the rest in card if that's okay."

You get an impassive "I don't have a card reader."

"Oh, okay," you laugh nervously, hand going up to scratch the back of your head and fiddle with the rest of your fingers. "Okay, well," you squinted at his nametag, "Choso, let me just check the remaining cash I have. You can come inside if you'd like." 

He comes inside, dropping off the pizza you ordered on your kitchen counter as he makes his way to sit on your couch. You go to your bedroom, checking your desk drawer for any loose cash you may have stored but to no avail. Heart racing and nervous, you frantically search the upper shelf of your room, on your tiptoes as you look for your money jar, praying that there was a 5 dollar piece of cash lying around. Instead, your fingers crash against some book propped on it, tumbling down onto the floor with a large thud!

You hear footsteps coming up to your bedroom door. Choso, standing near the door. "You good?"

"Yea," you strain, still reaching up high to grasp at the jar. "I'm just trying to find somethi—”

The heat of Choso's body surrounds you as he presses closer to you, reaching up effortlessly to grab at the money jar. His groin presses against your backside, acutely aware of his breaths as he passes you the jar. 

Which is empty.

"Fuck!" you curse. You turn, looking at Choso in anxiousness, as you notice he hasn't backed away at all. "I'm sorry, but is there any alternative way to pay for the pizza? Again, I'm really really sorry for the hassle."

"You have to pay for the food in some sort of way," he says with a stony face. Your mind is racing, thinking of ways you could pay but coming up short.

As a result, you end up with your face stuffed against your pillow, the hot delivery boy plowing and drilling his cock into you. 

"Fuck, so irresponsible. Couldn't even pay for the pizza she ordered without a stranger's cock inside of her." At his dirty talk, you whimper and squeeze your pussy, Choso groaning as a result.

"What was that?" He grabs your hair and pulls your face up as his tongue traces the frame of your ear. "What were you trying to say, you cockslut?"

"'M sorry!" You squealed and babbled, eliciting little ah! ah! ah!'s as he continues bumping his cockhead against the gooey spot inside your pussy.

"Yea, you better be. Wasting my fucking time. I'm going to come inside, got it?" Choso growls as he continues pistoning his hips inside.

GETO SUGURU ⸺ ANIME GIRL GETS HER PUSSY FINGERED ON PUBLIC TRAIN!

He pulls you in for a deep kiss while rutting inside you. "Aren't you my good girl? Taking this cock for me like a good girl?" You squeal, blabbering nonsense as he fucks you into next Tuesday…

You read the smut from your favorite author on Tumblr, devouring each word while remaining stony faced as the train rocked underneath your feet. In the corner facing the doors, you made sure that you were angled in such a way that no one would be able to see the filthy things you were reading on your screen. 

However, the metro was slowing down and you looked up quickly—which was painful, considering you were so invested in the story—to make sure it wasn't your stop. As the rush of foot traffic simultaneously populated and vacated the metro, you paid no attention to the people behind you. After all, other people would be too busy on their phones to see what you were reading, right?

"You're going to take this cum, right? I'm going to breed you, my sweet, sweet girl." He laughs.  You take a moment to take in his pretty features. Long hair, beautiful face, all filled with lust for you...

You scan the words, blush evident on your face as your favorite writer has done it yet again. Adjusting, you squeezed your thighs for relief and toyed with the hem of your skirt, failing to notice the soft breaths trailing down the back of your neck just because of how enthralled and taken you were with the plot.

And then, a hand trailed up your thigh, catching you by alarm. You almost drop your phone in your rush to turn and look at the creep that was touching you, ready to beat the shit out of him. 

But when you do turn, you stop and widen your eyes. The man in front of you seems even prettier than the fictional man you were reading about, and you take him in as he rubs circles on your thigh. His sultry eyes rake down your figure, his lips pulled back in a knowing smirk. "That's some filthy shit you're reading."

Looking at him, your heart starts beating faster solely because of the promise of what his hands would do as they were currently softly stroking your thighs, getting closer and closer to going under your shirt. "I—I—uh sorry—I—"

"It's okay, pretty girl." He gives you a kiss on the side of your neck. "Continue reading it. Can you do that, baby?"

You nod, not trusting your voice. Coincidentally, you're at the part where the man helps the girl masturbate, rubbing and teasing her pussy up and down. The man behind you does the same, teasing your lips while refusing to delve inside your panties, no matter how badly you want him to do.

"That feel good?"

You whimper. "Yes—ah—it feels good. Please touch me on my pussy directly. Please."

The man behind you chuckles, and your knees buckle at how rich his voice is. You would join a cult for this man. "Since you asked so nicely, I will. Call me Suguru."

His fingers pull your panties aside and enters, soon knuckle deep inside your cunt, and as quietly as you can, you moan his name as he continues fingering you in front of all the strangers on the train. His hips press closer to your ass, and you throb even more at the huge bulge he’s sporting. He’s sloppily licking on the outside of your ear, right where you’re sensitive, and you shiver and lose yourself in the pressure even more.

The pleasure was building in you steadily and Suguru groans. “That’s right, take it all.”

You almost jump when the PA sounds. "The next stop is Shinjuku."

“That’s my stop. You have to cum before then, or you won’t be able to cum,” Suguru whispers in your ear, speeding up and hitting your g-spot with precision. There are tears forming in your eyes as you make an effort to stay quiet, especially with Suguru giving seductive kisses to your sensitive neck. 

“Fuck, you got so tight,” he groans. “Gonna cum?” He uses his thumb to rub fast circles on your clit, and you see stars. 

“I will—I will,” you cry, as the throbbing and pulsing sensation grows faster and faster until finally, you cum with a muffled cry, because Suguru has his fingers in your mouth to ensure you don’t scream out on this very, very public train.  “Squeezing my fingers so much, relax,” Suguru laughs, popping his slick-coated fingers in his mouth. “You gonna do that to my dick next?”

NANAMI KENTO ⸺ BEAUTIFUL WIFE HAS TO FUCK HER HUSBAND'S BOSS! (NTR)

“Mr. Nanami,” you scrape a hand through your hair and clear your throat. “You wanted to see me?” 

For a moment, your husband’s handsome boss eyes you down, catching on the top button of your blouse currently unbuttoned. You mainly did it because of nervousness, the heat of the room escalating with Nanami Kento’s presence. After a long bout of intimidating silence, he finally speaks. “I assume you can guess why you are here?”

You bounce your knee as you sit across from the man, and you suddenly start sweating. Of course you can guess. Your bum of a husband—the one currently under your charge—neglects to do his deliverables, choosing to take comfort in the fact that you were his higher-up to trust that he would not be getting terminated for his lack of responsibility. 

But what he doesn’t know is that you’ve been begging Nanami not to fire him, despite the propelling and clear reasons to do so. And you fear the day he finally chooses to stop listening to you. 

“Team leader, I’m going to need much more convincing. Your team has been decreasing in productivity ever since your husband joined, and it’s hindering the company,” he reminds you stoically. “I’ve seen you working overtime far too frequently to cover up for your spouse’s negligence.”

You wish time would speed up just to get this difficult conversation with. “I—I’m going to be honest, Mr. Nanami. I don’t have much warrant to continue having him on the team, but it would put my family in much…emotional conflict if this were to happen.” The said emotional conflict would really only be from your husband. You’re sure he’s going to take this as an excuse to drink himself silly, blaming you for not being able to keep him employed. Your throat dries as you finally meet eyes with your boss, silently pleading him to come up with a solution.

“I see.” Nanami crosses his arms. “I suppose there is a…favor you could do for me.”

At that, you perk up and nod your head frantically. “Of course. Anything.”

Which is why you find yourself bent over Nanami’s desk, his cock drilling inside you. He’s ripped your stockings, pulled up your miniskirt, and put your panties to the side as he moans about how sweet your pussy feels. “I’ve been waiting for this forever. Tell me, is my cock better than his?”

“It is!” you squeal. “You’re so—so big!”

Nanami moans as he ruts inside you, your walls squeezing him tight. “Darling, I c—can tell he doesn’t treat you right. You are so tight around me, pussy’s been waiting for a while for a real man.” 

You moan and curse, blabbering affirmations while his dick impales you. Even though Nanami is the one who’s owed the favor here, his hands wind their way around your body to rub at your clit, simulating you even more, making you sob. “Please don’t stop!”

“I won’t ever, sweetheart,” he pants. “I’m going to finish inside her, okay? Make sure to keep it in when you go home and greet your husband.”

FUSHIGURO TOJI ⸺ BABE GETS IMMEDIATELY DESTROYED IN NAKED WRESTLING (WITH AN AUDIENCE) (find extended ver here!)

Cheers surround you as you step into the arena. You know who your opponent is—-Fushiguro Toji. Even when you looked at his pictures earlier, you knew you were doomed. No matter what angle the photographer took the photos in, his muscles seemed to be bulging, effectively spelling out the sore defeat you were about to face today.

And there he is. Him in the flesh. He’s leaning against the boxing ring’s outer borders, head tilted back lazily while his manager, Shiu, was informing him quickly (and intensely) about the rules of today.

Nothing crazy. Only fuck when all clothes are off of her.

The way his neck is tilted back, compression shirt showing off his upper physique made you weak in the knees already. Additionally, judging based off of the bulge he seemed to be sporting in his grey sweatpants, you knew you were doubly fucked.

Shiu seems to be done talking, so he steps back and takes a seat. Toji leans his head back, rolling his neck to stretch it out, and in the middle of doing so, catches your eye.

You almost drench your panties.

His eyes darken, giving you a sultry look as he cheekily winks. While his cocky demeanor was warranted (he was much stronger and bigger than you), your cheeks heated up in both arousal and irritation.

The sound of a whistle is heard as music starts to play. The stadium’s screens flashes the cocky image of Toji, who saunters in the middle of the ring, flexing his muscles to his screaming fans.

When your signature theme plays, you do the same, to no shortage of fans yourself. You can feel everyone in the stadium, especially your male fans, rove over your figure. You’re wearing a very low cut top that displays the swell of your boobs and even tighter shorts that squeeze your ass and show off the shape of your pussy. As you walk towards Toji, you can feel his heavy gaze on you as you nervously shake his hand.

“Try to last long, okay?” Toji smirks, patting your shoulder. “I’ll try to drag this out as much as I can, but it’s gonna be fuckin hard if that ass is grinding against me.”

You glare at him, but there’s not much intensity there. “Yea, yea,” you huff. “For all I know, you’ll be my personal dildo today.”

And the fucker’s smile widens. “Let the games begin.”

Soon enough, the sound of the whistle draws you towards each other, keeping each other in a lock to tackle the other down in an objective to take off layers of their clothing. Your fans cheer when you have Toji underneath you for a split second, only for female ones to become more riotous as he easily overtakes you, pins your hands down, and wrenches your shorts off of you.

“Toji is currently in the lead!” The announcer’s voice in the stadium echoes of your defeat as you flail around, now bottoms only covered by your panties. Deciding to pull out your signature move, you maneuver so your thighs surround Toji’s waist and hump your hips against his bulge. This momentarily distracts and weakens Toji, and you take full advantage of it by overtaking him and now straddling him. You quickly take off his shirt, salivating at the muscles you see. The whole stadium, in fact, can his abs and pecs glistening with sweat.

Your attention is back to Toji as he chuckles darkly. “You’re going to regret that. I was going to drag this out, princess, but I gotta fuck the brat out of you.” With that, he puts his whole body weight on you and strips you down one by one.

The arena cheers as your lace bra is uncovered, your sweat shining on the screen as your breasts are displayed. Toji then unhooks your bra, and the roars get even louder as your tits pop out. He takes a moment to grope them, your whines ignored as he pinches your nipples. “What a sensitive girl,” he coos. “Too bad she was too weak. Now she’s going through to have to take my cock.

With that, he finally unveils your glistening pussy for all eyes to see and the crowd goes wild, chanting for Toji to finish inside you. Toji flips you over so you’re on your hands and knees and pulls down his pants.

You don’t look back at the monster that’s about to enter you for the sake of your mental health, but your legs are shaking in anticipation of his cock, slick dripping down your thighs.

“Fuck.” And Toji’s slowly entering you, the humiliating plap! plap! plap! of his hips against the flesh of your ass echoing multiple strangers watch your pussy get wrecked. “The fuck this pussy’s so tight for? Thought you were a slut?”

You’re tearing up, but not fucked out enough to prevent you from snarkily replying, “You’re not turning me on, small dick.”

He did not like that very much.

Toji drills his hips into yours faster and slaps your ass multiple times consecutively. “Yea, so why is she clenching so fucking much? Why is she dripping? Just for that, I’m going to come inside of your slutty pussy.”

The crowd chants cum, cum, cum! and Toji just does that. Ropes of his cum fill you, and you drop down in exhaustion to hear Toji declared as winner.

GOJO SATORU ⸺ GIRL GETS FUCKED BY PEEPING TOM NEXT DOOR!

You sigh, extending your back and un clipping your bra, letting your tits bounce free after a long, long week of college. It was finally Friday night, and with no one in the house due to a party the rest of your family was attending, you could finally enjoy your time home on the holidays, starting with a solo session.

You clench your thighs in anticipation as you scrolled your phone, seeking an audio you could masturbate to. And you were close to finding one, until you felt eyes on you.

These eyes were nothing new. The boy next door, Gojo Satoru, has also been your crush since middle school. Even though neither of you have ever made a move, you’ve made bold moves since starting college, stripping with the blinds open to give him a show. You had kind of had a sixth sense as to when the fucker would start watching you, and it flared as you slowly dragged your hands down. Bending over and shaking your ass, you slipped your skimpy shorts down your legs, giving him a clear view of your wet pussy.

But masturbating wasn’t enough for today. None of the college frat bros could make you cum, no matter how much they boasted about their fuckin roster, and you were tired of Satoru just watching. Just seeing him work out shirtless in his lawn, sun shining his sweat to give him a golden halo, was enough to make you sick, hungry for his dick. The way he was so shy and the mannerisms he had (as a loser) let you know he had a big fucking dick.

Needless, to say, you were tired of just fantasizing and speculating about his dick. Turning around, the moonlight allowed you to see the silhouette of his wrist moving up and down his length, even if he had tried to make his best effort to darken his rooms. Putting on your best show of an angry face, you grab your phone aggressively and dial his number.

The line rings, and he picks up. “Hey,” and you can tell he’s a little breathless. “long time no see. What’s up?”

“Cut the fucking act out,” you spit. “I know you’ve been fucking watching me, perv.”

Satoru’s panic is comically obvious over the phone as he rushes his words. “Wait, wait—listen, I—I can explain.”

“On how you’re being a peeping tom?” You glare at his window. “Come over, Gojo. Then I’ll listen to your fucking explanation.”

One thing leads to another, and now you’re spread out on your childhood bed, Gojo whimpering and whining as he plows his dick into your pussy. “You feel so—so good. M’ sorry—sorry for doing that. Your pussy is too good for me to look at.”

You laugh meanly and grab his chin. “You feel sorry yet, you pervert?” And Satoru can only cry out as you yank his head. “Remember, this is the only fucking thing you’re good at. Being my glorified dildo. Got it? Now, you’re going to fill me up only after you make me cum at least two times.”

a/n yea this was depraved….lmk what yall think tho 😭

comment and reblog I’d love to hear your thoughts! (also, requests are open heheh)

NEW: part 2 here!

[guksfairy]

Perv! Jungkook

wc: 579

notes: jungkook is your younger sister’s best friend <3, not edited !

enjoy !

MDNI ´-જ⁀➴

Perv! Jungkook that checks you out any chance he gets.

The second he hears your bedroom door open, and you walk out in your short shorts and loose shirts in the morning, he’d have to grab the nearest pillow and place it over his crotch area.

Perv! Jungkook who tries sneaking pictures of you when you’re cooking in the kitchen, making a good meal for him and your sister who were studying for finals.

“Kook! Do you want a lot of basil or a little?” Your voice is heard from the kitchen and Jungkook gets flustered from just your voice talking to him.

“A little please,” his voice is wary through the apartment but your sister pays no attention as her full attention is on her essay due in an hour.

Perv! Jungkook likes to watch you mix the cupcake mix.

The way your hips move from side to side. The way you’re hunched over just slightly and enough for Jungkook to take a peek into your shirt and the way your breasts just spill out of your black lace bra.

“Hi Koo! I’m making you and Suyeon chocolate cupcakes for dessert,” you say looking up at him, placing your finger into your mouth and licking the small amount of mix on it.

Jungkook hyper fixates on how long your finger stay in. The way he can tell your tongue swirls around it and he thinks about how you would do that to his cock. The moans he’d let out just for you.

Perv! Jungkook that takes the opportunity to go into your room when you’re out with friends. He sneaks away from your sister in the living room with the excuse to use the restroom.

He makes sure to close the door behind him as he inhales your scent. The sweet scent of you drives him insane.

Looking around your room, he walks to your mirror where a couple photo strips are taped around it.

They’re all with your group of friends and he sees the way you’re silly and cute with them.

Then he sees that one strip. Solo shots.

The one of you smiling, making hearts with your hands, and poking your cheek with your finger.

He makes quick work of yanking the strip off your vanity mirror and slipping it into his back pocket.

Later that night, when he’s alone in his room, the same strip is in his left hand with his heavy cock in his right. Stroking it up and down as he stares into your photos.

He quickly cums and the white liquid spurts around and onto the picture. He wipes it gently against his shirt but the wet smudge is still just slightly visible.

Perv! Jungkook that requests to follow you on Instagram because he needs more than just a photo strip at night.

The second you accept his follow, his boxers are pooled around his legs, and his hand makes quick work of stroking his cock to your latest post.

You’re in a pool at night and Jungkook just thinks about how good he could fuck you in that pool. He thinks about the way you would arch your back into him, the way he’d make you moan out loud and not hold back a single sound. Just for him.

He’d cum in you over and over again for as many times as you’d allow him to.

[emmavakarian-theirin]

it's a mod now, you pervs <3

trying this in a seperate post but HI HELLO if there's someone that would like to test out this lucanis armour swap mod for me so i can see if it functions as it should outside my installation, it'd be appreciated!

EDIT: i don't need testers anymore

[nhmkhnh]

Nerdy/Perv amab Ellie?

nerd + perv = 𖹭.ᐟ

pairings: ellie x fem!reader

preface: ass, tits or thighs? to ellie, all of them, as long as they are yours.

author's note: i can be a freak when i want to be <3 alright i thought about cooking this baby tomorrow but my honry ass wouldn't accept it.

wrn: lowercase, explicit content (minors & men dni) list: horny!nerd!ellie ;; amab!ellie ;; oral (r. receiving) ;; oral fixation ;; semi-public sex ;; risky quickies ;; morning wood ;; dry humping ;; shower sex ;; cum inside ;; breeding (implied) ;; overstimulation ;; phone sex ;; dirty talks.

navigation.

ellie gets hard so damn easy

you so much as touch her thigh under the table and she’s done. fully hard. sweating. trying to pretend like she’s not losing her mind while your nails trail higher. her voice cracks when she says, “can you not do that here?” but she’s not stopping you. she’s spreading her legs under the table.

later she fucks you so hard against the dorm wall that you’re moaning into her hoodie sleeve. “wanna tease me in front of everyone, huh?” she growls against your neck. “then take it like a good girl.”

mouth fixation of the century.

she’s obsessed with your mouth. lip gloss, gum, popsicles—you name it. she’ll just watch you. silently. boner in her jeans. once, you sucked the tip of a lollipop and looked her dead in the eye. ellie visibly twitched. later that night she texts:

“i jerked off thinking about that. 3 times. fuck u.”

next day you find her sketchbook. page 47: a drawing of you sucking her cock. notes scribbled around it:

“fuck she’d look so hot drooling”

“would literally cry”

“wouldn’t last 2 seconds 🧍🏻‍♀️”

horny morning ellie

she wakes up hard. like, painfully hard. it’s a problem. especially when you’re in bed next to her, wearing a crop top and no panties. she tries to be respectful. she does. but when you roll into her with your thigh brushing her cock, she whimpers. low. embarrassed. you feel it—hot and stiff through her boxers.

“just ride it for a second,” she begs, gripping your waist. “just a little. please, baby. i’ll be so good after, i swear.”

spoiler: she’s not. she’s feral. she pins you down and fucks you until you’re shaking.

nasty sketchbook edition

you find the secret sketchbook. not the one with normal art. the one under her mattress.

inside? drawings of you.

tied up.

bent over her desk.

on your knees with spit on your chin and hearts in your eyes.

every page has little scribbles like:

“pretty little cumslut”

“wish she’d ride me like this fr”

“drawn from memory 🫠”

you call her out. she goes red, but then gets bold. “like what you see?” she smirks. “i can make it real.”

ellie’s obsessed with your ass

like actually obsessed. can’t stop staring. touches it constantly. pulls you into her lap just to grind against it. you wear leggings one day and she deadass says:

“i’m gonna get kicked out of class if you don’t sit down and hide that thing.”

later she has you face-down, arching for her, your ass up. slaps it once—just to watch it jiggle. groans: “god, look at that. fuck. this is all mine, yeah?”

she fucks you so deep you can feel her through your belly, her hand gripping your waist like she’s staking her claim.

phone call sex

she calls you late at night, her voice low and rough. “wanna hear what you do to me?” you hear soft rustling. her breathing. then the wet sound of her jerking herself off. “been thinking about your thighs all day,” she pants. “wanna fuck ‘em. wanna cum all over your tits.” you moan, hand between your legs. “touch yourself for me,” she whispers. “say my name.”

you both cum together. messy. breathy. and when you hang up, there’s a new voice memo in your inbox: “for when you miss me.” (she’s moaning your name in it.)

eating you out like it’s a challenge

she’s cocky about it. but she backs it up. spreads you open, tongue dragging slow and filthy. “gotta taste how wet you are, baby,” she murmurs, licking deep. uses her fingers too, curling them just right while her tongue flicks your clit.

you try to close your legs—too sensitive—and she pins them open. “oh, you’re cumming again? that’s crazy.” keeps going. relentless. leaves you shaking, twitching, overstimmed and soaked. then kisses your thigh like:

“you okay, sweet girl? wanna go again?”

quickies in risky places.

library bathroom.

her car.

back of a classroom after dark.

you sit on her lap, facing her, while she rocks into you with her cock deep inside. one hand on your mouth to keep you quiet. the other gripping your ass hard. “stay still,” she grits. “god, you’re so tight. so fuckin’ warm—baby, i’m gonna cum.”

she fills you up, moaning into your shoulder. then helps you clean up, flustered but smug.

the shower thing

she loves seeing you all wet and slippery. especially when your tits bounce as you wash your hair. she gets hard immediately. you pretend not to notice. bend over to shave your legs. she growls behind you.

next thing you know, she’s fucking you against the shower wall, one arm braced above your head, the other gripping your thigh around her waist. the slap of wet skin, her low moans, your breathy cries. “gonna cum inside you, yeah? gonna ruin this sweet little pussy.”

the “i love you” fuck

it happens the first time you say it. she goes quiet. then gentle. then needy. “say it again,” she whispers while sliding into you. you do—and she melts. holds your face while she rocks into you slow, worshipful, lips on your throat. “i love you,” you breathe.

she loses it. moaning. shaking. kissing you like she’ll never get the chance again. cums deep, with a soft, broken whimper:

“fuck, baby… i love you too.”

then she just holds you. whispers it again. over and over.

[eli0004]

Greetings!! I saw ur status that ur taking requests? Sooo may I please request nerd!armin 🙏🏻🙏🏻 I'm up for anything even if it's sfw or nsfw tbh I just wanna read something u wrote.<3 I don't really know how to ask for a request cuzz this is my first time.

Thank you ♡

You got it! I can most certainly do that! Thanks for the request ❤️❤️🫶

Nerd!Armin HCs (sfw/nsfw)

Includes: nerd!Armin x Fem!reader

Warnings: sub!armin, panty stealing, vocal sex, oral, fem!bodied reader, perv armin, sexting, smut, subtle manipulation, jealousy, breeding kink, subtle mommy kink, use of ma’am and other titles

Nerd!Armin, my love, my favorite loser 😔🫶 Eren’s childhood best friend and newest addition to your friend group. He is shy and sweet, with his lil graphic tees and flannel shirts, thick glasses low on the bridge of that perfect button nose

He looks at you like you’re the most angelic being he’s ever laid eyes on, you look at him like he’s the cutest little dork you’ve ever seen. He doesn’t know that though.

You caught on pretty quickly. He catches sight of you when he walks in and panics, fluffing his hair, checking his reflection in his phone camera, getting himself in order just to get nervous and quiet every time you say something to him.

The first time you talk it’s about a shirt he’s wearing, his favorite Anime, and crazy coincidence-you happen to have seen it. He doesn’t think you could get any more perfect.

Armin walks away from that conversation all giggly and star struck, and that’s when his two best friends realize what’s going on. They devise a plan to hook you two up and, surprise! It works!

Mikasa is happy that Armin is happy, Eren is happy that his best friend is no longer a virgin, it’s a win for everyone!

When the two of you hang out, it’s usually at home. Armin prefers your house over his, your bed is more comfortable, your tv is bigger and your snacks are better, or so he says.

Really, he’s just not prepared to have to explain thousands of dollars worth of figurines and posters and other strange paraphernalia. He wishes you could see his PC set up though, because he really likes yours.

Most of the time, date nights involve gaming and movies and anime. Occasionally you’ll go grab dinner or walk around the mall together. Armin spends ungodly amounts of money on limited edition things and you scold him for being an irresponsible spender.

Mans is way smarter than all of us though, so he knows how to budget and cut unnecessary costs to afford all the other unnecessary costs

He likes discussing video game lore, and gets extremely passionate about it. Loves conspiracy and discussing hidden meanings and implications in movies and shows and music

Like I have said in some of my other Armin hcs, he LOVES pda, in part because he just always wants to be touching you, and also because he likes having you on his arm. He never imagined he’d be with someone like you, let alone anyone at all, so he gets cocky about it.

Armin gets jealous at the drop of a hat and he’s dramatic asf. If you talk to the pizza delivery guy for too long he’ll pout and whine that you must find him more attractive.

He loves wearing your clothes, sharing clothes, etc. if you have oversized t shirts he will wear the fuck out of them, and they will go missing.

Reeeeally likes to make out, like it’s ridiculous. He’ll take hours out of his day just to lay there with you and kiss you lazily, sloppily, licking into your mouth and sucking on your lower lip and tongue.

Which brings me to nsfw 😍🌶️

This man is LOUDDD

Like obnoxiously loud

He whines and whimpers and moans, you cannot have sex with him when there are people around unless you wanna have to hear complaints about it later

Steals both T shirts AND panties, one to wear, the other to jerk off with

You know, and he knows you know. Eventually you’ll just start giving them to him willingly so he stops taking your good ones.

He loves eating 🐱 more than he loves getting head. He thinks about it constantly, remembering your smell, your taste, the way you squirm. Begs you to sit on his face every time you fuck.

Armin is insatiable. His sex drive is higher than anyone you’ve ever met, and you’ll go at it a few times just in one night.

Pretttyyyyy bedroom eyes. They get so lust blown and hazy, half lidded and his lashes are so long and delicate.

He doesn’t like to be on top because his arms and legs give out easily when it feels really good. He’s so sensitive it makes his body weak and trembly.

If he is ever on top he just lays down on you, grinding his dick into you slow and deep. Drools on your chest.

He says he doesn’t care, but he’s a total boob guy. He could bury his face in your tits and suffocate willingly and with pleasure.

When he cums, it gets all over the place. His brain floats off somewhere during sex and he doesn’t pay attention. Messy guy.

Lowkey has a breeding kink, and whines that he wants to make a baby. Afterwards he’s like “nah it was just heat of the moment….unless you want to 👀

Mommy kink, but he’s embarrassed about it, so he’ll only let it slip if you initiate that one. Calls you ma’am instead and it sounds adorable coming from him.

Big into humiliation, and he will cry when you’re mean to him but he always cums so much harder when you get him like that.

He lives for sexting, he gets really detailed and dirty behind the screen but all shy about it in person when you talk about the things he said.

Send you videos of him jerking off if you want him to, and he wants you to want him to so he’ll try and subtly get you to ask for them.

Total desperate submissive loser honestly, and it’s super cute! 🫶

[dadddybangtan]

Say My Name | (m)

pairing: xavier x sylus x afab/fem reader

summary: in which xavier overheard you and sylus and wanted some of the action…

warnings: threesome, choking, face slapping, hair pulling, slight submissive/perv xavier, cuckholding, unprotected sex, cum eating, dom sylus, non-monogamy, whimpery sylus, voyerism (?)

word count: 3.3k

authors note: thank you to my friend for proof reading and editing. this pairing is funny for me to write since Xavier has been my least favorite li since i started this game a year ago. but i found myself pulling for his memories in the last two banners siiiigh. of there are any xav/sy loves out there, this is for you,, happy valentines day <3

The sun was beginning to rise in the east while Sylus was just starting to get ready to go to sleep. While you, on the other hand, were trying your hardest to sneak in an extra hour of sleep before starting your day. Just as Sylus cuddled up next to you and you got comfy enough to close your eyes, the obnoxious ring of your doorbell sounded throughout your apartment. Your eyes flashed open and you groaned at the disturbance. Rolling over, you fully intended to ignore the sound until it rang again.

“Ugh, what the hell?” You grumbled, “Can’t you get it?”

“It’s my bedtime, sweetie,” Sylus cooed in your ear, “Besides, your alarm is about to go off. Might as well get the door.”

You threw Slyus’s arms off of you along with a glare in his direction and forced yourself to get out of bed. You shuffled your bare feet across the floor as you approached the front door. Looking through the peephole, you saw who was ringing your doorbell at the rather annoying hour of the morning.

“What are you doing up, Xavier?” You said as you opened the door, rubbing your eyes.

Xavier was still in his sleepwear, slippers on his feet and his hair a bit messy from slumber. His puffy and sleepy face looked cute however, there was something about him that seemed slightly troubled. It was the bags under his eyes.

“Well, I was trying to rest before our commission today, but something kept waking me up” He stated, voice still thick with sleep, pulling his eyebrows together in annoyance before continuing, “The walls in our building aren’t that thick, Y/N.”

“What’re you talking about?” At his comment, you suddenly felt more awake than any alarm had ever made you feel. You straightened your posture and wiped away any remaining traces of sleep from your eyes as you realized what he was implying.

“You’re going to pretend now,” He asked rhetorically, “Like you weren’t screaming another man’s name in the middle of the night?”

You crossed your arms over your chest in an attempt to shield yourself from his accusation.

“How are you so sure that was me?” You said quickly in an attempt to get this conversation over with.

Xavier paused for a moment before saying, “Let’s just say… I know how you sound when you’re having a good time.” He cocked his head to the side, letting his gaze fall to your chest for a moment before returning to your eyes.

You rolled your eyes before saying, “Go away, Xavier. I have to get ready for the day. Besides, our commission doesn’t start for another few hours.”

“It looks like you could use the extra hours of sleep…” He muttered to himself, “Fine, I’ll go- and tell the Association that you’re harboring a wanted criminal.”

Your eyes widened when you heard his threat. You gasped as you pulled him inside and firmly shut the door behind him. He smirked as you pushed him against the door and held his wrists hostage.

“Don’t you dare-.”

“Gotcha.” He said with a mischievous smile on his face.

“This isn’t funny… You can’t tell a soul that he’s here with me.”

“I’m pretty sure the whole complex knows he’s here with you.”

Xavier’s attitude was less than favorable, but he was right. You lost control and Sylus had no intentions to lower your volume himself. You must’ve gotten used to the secluded mansion back in the N-109 Zone, where the only one who heard you was Mephisto. And that was only if you forgot to let him out before getting into it.

At the realization, you loosened your grip on his wrists and took a small step back. It was clear you were embarrassed.

“It’s okay, Y/N, I won’t tell your secret.” He said, using his now free hand to twist the lock of the door behind him.

“You won’t?”

He shook his head, slowly approaching you.

“I won’t,” He said softly, “Although, hearing you so desperate and needy made me jealous… I was also—.”

He stopped himself, but you felt your cheeks heating up.

“You were also what?” You asked, curiosity on the tip of your tongue.

“I was aroused… Even though I knew I wasn’t the one pleasing you,” His voice somehow sounded even softer and weaker than before. Almost insecure. But he reached his fingers to your waistband anyway and gently pulled you closer, “I want you to say my name like that…”

He kissed your neck as his hand explored your waist. He snaked his fingers up your back, sending chills down your spine. You placed your hands on his shoulders.

“Xavier–.” You said, halfheartedly pushing him away.

“Yes, just like that,” He says breathily, planting more kisses on your shoulder and biting down on your skin, “Say my name just like that~”

“No, Xavier,” You say a bit more sternly despite your own enjoyment, “He’s still here, I probably shouldn’t—.”

In the next moment, Xavier was suddenly pressed against the wall, waves of red and black energy binding him in place. He struggled against it, trying to escape. He looked utterly helpless.

“Probably shouldn’t what, kitten?” Sylus’s deep voice growled from behind you.

“Sylus,” You said in a shaky surprise, “Why're you still up?”

“You were gone for too long. Can’t sleep without my favorite plushy, now can I?” He smirked before redirecting his gaze to Xavier, “This must be your little hunter friend from upstairs. Xavier, is it?”

“H-how do you know my name?”

“I know all of her friends,” He says with a cocky grin. He ceases his Evol and lets Xavier free, “Not personally of course, since I am a wanted criminal here in Linkon.”

After quoting Xavier directly, you realized he’d been listening to your entire conversation. He was just waiting for the right moment to pounce. This situation was only becoming worse for you as time passed. Sylus knew you had other flings in Linkon, but you never thought this would be how they met, if at all.

“Close the shades for me,” Sylus asked and you did so without hesitation, “And when was your commission today?”

“Uhm, I- I don’t remember…” You stammered.

“One o’clock.” Xavier timidly answered.

“Hmm,” Sylus glanced at the far-off clock in the kitchen, “Five hours should be enough time to recover and rest a bit before sending you off.”

“What do you mean?” You tensed as you came closer to the men again. You questioned why you’d be recovering. From punishment perhaps? Or something else…

“Xavier here wants you to scream his name,” He smirked in the dim light of the living room, “I’ll give him what he wants.”

You were even more confused than before, looking to Xavier for some sort of explanation. He was just as clueless as you.

Sylus reached his hand out to you and you took it. He pulled you in and held your back against his chest, making you face Xavier now. His hands rested on your shoulder and his finger traced the damp spots Xavier left. It stung once he got to the light hickey. You winced in discomfort.

“Does it hurt?” Xavier’s voice was laced with concern.

“N-no.” You muttered, somehow trying to prevent Sylus from hearing. But there was no point in hiding now.

“What exactly were you planning on doing to make her scream your name?” Sylus was clearly unimpressed by Xavier’s previous attempts to seduce you.

“You don’t have to answer that.” You said. Then Sylus’s hand crept to your neck and held it firmly in his grasp.

“Yes, you do. Tell me how you planned to make her cum,” Xavier struggled to muster a response, fingers fiddling at his sides. Sylus continued, “Want me to answer that for you?”

You couldn’t read Xavier’s face. You couldn’t tell if he was insulted by Sylus’s cockiness or enamored by his confidence. Or maybe he was just shocked that this wanted fugitive didn’t off him for hitting on his girl.

Sylus’s free hand snuck down to the elastic of your pajama shorts. He tugged them down just a bit.

“Get on your knees,” He commands him, “Get on your knees and take off her shorts.”

He looked at you with confused and pleading blue eyes. You didn’t know what to say, if anything at all.

“Don’t make her wait.” Sylus said, using his Evol to force Xavier to his knees.

Shocked and breathless, Xavier crawled to close the gap between you two and reached up to pull your pajama shorts down. His pupils practically dilated when he saw that you weren’t wearing any panties. His mouth gravitated towards your core like a magnet. He kissed your pelvic mound down to your sensitive clit.

Sylus let go of your neck so you could look down and watch. He even bumped his knee against the back of your thigh to make you open your legs wider. You whined as Xavier used this opportunity to lick the folds of your cunt and taste you.

“You taste so good.” He muttered into your core.

“Yeah, can you taste my cum dripping out of her?” Sylus said, now using his free hands to cup your breasts. You, on the other hand, were completely silenced by their actions. You felt guilty for Xavier eating you out as Sylus’s cum was still inside you from earlier.

But, to your surprise, Xavier didn’t seem to mind. He licked and sucked your pussy with even more passion, looking up at you with his puppy dog eyes and even glancing at Sylus for approval.

Your internal discomfort started to fade as you let yourself melt into the pleasure they were giving you. You leaned back into Sylus’s chest as Xavier used his tongue to please you. Once he saw you let go a little bit, Sylus wrapped an arm around your stomach as he leaned down to hold Xavier’s head with the other. He forced Xavier to press his mouth against you and tongue you even deeper. Your moans began to slip out.

“That’s it.” Sylus groaned, and Xavier hummed against your waters as well.

You were nearing your orgasm, breathlessly moaning and squirming. But as soon as you felt your release coming, Sylus picked you up and put you over his shoulder. You whined at the sudden change of pace.

“Follow.” He ordered Xavier and he did.

Sylus carried you to the bedroom and teased your wet cunt with his fingertips on the way. However, you could only see Xavier’s big eyes pleading for more contact. His mouth was glistening with your slick and his hard-on was visible through his thin pajama pants.

Sylus laid you down on the bed with a touch of aggression and turned you on your stomach. You liked being manhandled, but it still drew a surprised gasp from you. You turned your head over your shoulder to spot Xavier. His eyes were locked on your dripping wet pussy.

Sylus repositioned himself in front of you so his core was at the same level of your mouth. He caressed your head and face with his hand and gestured Xavier closer with the other. Xavier hesitated.

“Oh? Don’t get shy, now,” Sylus chuckled, rubbing his hand on your cheek, “Touch her, show me how you please her.”

“Why are you doing this?” Xavier asked shyly.

“Because,” Sylus smirked, using his Evol to pull Xavier closer, “If she’s going to shout your name over and over and over again ‘til the neighbors hear, you and her might as well know that it’s still me making her cum.”

You lowered your head as he said that. You didn’t know how to react or respond, but your body did. Your arousal was evident as slick ran down your thighs once more. Xavier could see it too, causing his erection to twitch in his pants. Sylus released his hold on Xavier and let him rest on the other end of the bed.

“Are you just going to stare at her or are you going to fuck her.” He asked, rolling down his sweatpants and letting his cock bob in front of your face.

“You’re not setting me up, are you?,” Xavier asked, slowly raking his fingertips over your ass and hips, “Giving yourself a reason to kill me like your other victims?”

Sylus chuckled. He looked down at you and caressed your head once more before directing your lips to kiss and suck his cock. You placed wet kisses all over his shaft. Once you reached the tip, he winced at the sensitivity.

“If I wanted to kill you, I would’ve done it the moment you rang the fucking doorbell,” He groaned, his resolve crumbling as your mouth engulfed his throbbing cock, “I figured if you’re gonna fuck my girl, you might as well do it right.”

“I want to please her~” Xavier’s voice was so needy and desperate as his grip on your hips tightened, “Teach me, Sylus.”

Sylus’s cock twitched inside your mouth. Something about Xavier’s plea made him more excited. You’d be lying to yourself if you claimed it didn’t make you wetter.

“Take off your pants,” Sylus demanded, sending slow strokes in and out of your mouth, “T-tease her with your cock. Just the tip.”

It seemed Sylus was needy too, hands tangled in your hair as his raspy voice instructed Xavier. The other man listened intently, following his orders exactly. He slowly ran his leaking tip up and down your dripping cunt. Your pussy, despite being fucked out from earlier, was practically begging for Xavier’s attention. You were opening up and getting wetter from his teasing. And Sylus could tell since you were whining and humming on his dick.

“Just like that- just a little more,” He said, “Don’t give in until she’s begging for it.”

As you heard this, you whined even more. How could he expect you to beg for it if your mouth was full? He took this opportunity to make you throat him and make you struggle to even whine, let alone beg. With Xavier’s tip just barely pushing into you and Sylus filling your mouth, you were overstimulated yet silently begging for more. All you could do was paw at Sylus’s thigh as faint tears rolled down your face.

“What’s that, kitten?” Sylus asked, slowly taking his cock from your throat. He let you catch your breath as he watched the saliva drip from your gaping mouth.

“I- I can’t take it anymore.” You said, looking up at Sylus with his dick in between your eyes.

“Can’t take what anymore?”

“The t-teasing,” You said, prompting Xavier to push in just a little bit then quickly pull out, “Shit- I need it.”

“Need what?” They both asked at the same time. Sylus smirked.

“D-dick.” You admitted rather timidly.

“Who’s dick?” Xavier followed up, nails digging deeper into the flesh on your hips.

“Yours, Xavier,” You finally said, voice whiny and pathetic, “I need your dick.”

“Louder, kitten,” Sylus ordered, “He’s not going to give you what you want unless you show him you really want it.”

“Please, please, Xavier,” You moaned louder, “Please, Xavier, I need you inside me.”

Saying this right in front of Sylus was so embarrassing, but there was something so arousing about that. Not only letting yourself be so desperate, but letting him see you be so desperate.

“Did she earn it? Hm?” Sylus grunted as he put your mouth on his cock again.

Xavier nodded as he finally pushed his length inside you. He filled you up nicely and he thrusted into you at a decent pace. Sylus matched his pace in your mouth and the sensation was quite surreal.

“Is that what you wanted,” Sylus’s dark whimpery voice asked you, lightly slapping you across the face, “Y-you wanted us to fill you up?”

You hummed in response as you are unable to form a real answer. You looked up at Sylus with wet bedroom eyes. His gaze was loving and lustful as he penetrated your throat once more.

“D-don’t move,” He said, using his hand to keep your head in place, “You’re gonna make me c-cum.”

After a few more messy strokes from him, you felt your throat being filled with his warm cum with one last thrust. He kept his dick inside you and didn’t begin to pull out until every last drop was swallowed. He slowly pulled out of you and the top half of your body collapsed onto the bed, leaving your bottom half to be dealt with by Xavier.

Xavier kept his pace steady and his hands safely on your waist. You let out a few moans, but you were still coming down from the face fucking you just received.

Sylus, surely exhausted since it was way past his bedtime, laid down beneath you. He picked you up and let your head rest on his stomach.

“Is that the best you can do?” He asked Xavier.

The younger swallowed hard before thrusting into you a bit faster. Your moans became a bit louder, but you were still lacking energy.

“Like this,” Sylus said, using his Evol to control Xavier’s hips. He made him go slower, but hit harder and deeper, causing you to jolt awake, “S-see that? Look at her tremble.”

And you were trembling then. That rhythm and depth allowed Xavier to hit parts of you he hadn’t in your previous sessions. You couldn’t lazily lie down on Sylus’s stomach anymore, you had to slightly hold yourself up. Sylus snaked his hand down your back and fixed your arch.

“Oh my god-.” You moaned, reaching your hand down to your stomach and feeling Xavier slightly bulging out.

Xavier lowered his other hand down to your stomach to feel the bulge that you do.

“I’m so deep inside you, Y/N,” His whiny voice whimpered from behind you, readjusting his fingers to rub your clit, “And you feel so good.”

You moaned on his praise. This caused Sylus to release his Evol and Xavier began to thrust faster while playing with your clit.

“Xavier,” You moaned, using your free hand to grasp onto Sylus, “Harder. Please, harder.”

Sylus took this as his cue to grip a fistful of your hair and tug your head back. Xavier listened and obeyed. His thrusts were bruising as he snapped into you harder. You were so close to the edge and they could both sense it.

“Xavier, please.” You screamed.

He fucked into you like his life depended on it. Both of your orgasms were dangerously close. He felt his control slipping away as your cunt contracted around his cock. He was whimpering and moaning with everything, as he desperately thrusted.

“Xavier, before you cum,” Sylus started, sleepy voice harmonizing with your moans, “Why did you let me do this? L-let her hear you.”

Your eyebrows pulled together in pleasure as you awaited his answer.

“B-because- even if you’re orchestrating it, I just- I just want her to say my name~.” He said breathlessly.

“S-say it, kitten.” Sylus demanded, eyes lulling closed by the second.

“Xavier, Xavier fuck-,” You screamed as your core feels nothing but pure pleasure, “I-I’m cumming, Xavier.”

“C-cum for me, mhph- fuck~.” He whimpered as he felt you clench his cock and milk him. He messily spilled himself into you, collapsing next to you and pulling you into his arms.

In his sleep, Sylus nuzzled next to you and kissed your forehead. Xavier drifted off as well. And once you finally caught your breath, you let yourself fall asleep as well, you prayed your internal clock would wake you up in time for the commission. Coincidentally, that's exactly when your alarm went off. Before you could even groan in annoyance, Xavier was quick to silence your alarm so the three of you could rest together for a few more hours.

[bearieio]

total perv... (price edition)

warnings: price x fem!reader (technically gn!reader), age gap (r is 19+, price is 40+), corruption kink, dacryphilia, praise kink, teasing, free use, size kink, mentions of price recording you and showing the videos to his taskmates, but still possesive!price >:3

a/n: idk he makes me feel things… anyways, enjoy! totally proofread...! (⌒ω⌒)

pervy!older bf!price who is seriously infatuated with the fact that you’re so much more inexperienced than he is. obsessed with how innocent and naÏve you are when he guides you through your first time, not even being able to take his entire length, let alone even half of him.

pervy!older bf!price who loves making you cry from the sheer amount of pleasure you experience when you’re alone together. 

pervy!older bf!price who always has a hand on you when you’re out in public. he often has you on his lap, occasionally bouncing his leg, causing the slightest amount of friction to rub against you.

pervy!older bf!price who has bent you over almost every surface in your house. the bed, the couch, the kitchen table, the island in the kitchen, the washing machine (and the dryer!), the outside furniture out on the patio… okay, maybe he’s bent you over every single surface inside (and outside) of your house. 

pervy!older bf!price who never forgets to press record on his phone when he’s using your mouth so he can show it to his taskmates back at base, always stopping the recording before it gets to the part where you’re absolutely ruined. gagging and coughing from his tip abusing the back of your throat. 

pervy!older bf!price who tells you how you’re always such a ‘good girl’ and ‘a pretty little thing’ for him. loves watching your face turn a rosy color as he calls you the most adorable (and kinda dorky) petnames. 

pervy!older bf!price who is obsessed with how small you are compared to him. he loves standing up against you when you’re brushing your teeth, cooking, or even just standing there. he becomes fixated on his broad chest pressed against your small-framed back, and how easily he can wrap his muscular arms around you and pick you up. he can’t help but point out things like his large, veiny forearms next to your delicate arms when the two of you hold hands. 

pervy!older bf!price who gropes you in front of the rest of the guys. showing you off like you’re some kind of prize he won. reaching under your clothes at neighborhood barbecues, pulling you back into him and cupping your tits, kneading them. 

pervy!older bf!price who douses all your pretty clothes in his cologne in order to keep those boys of his away from you.

pervy!older bf!price who needs to be inside you in order to get all his paperwork out of the way. sometimes it lasts for a couple hours, sometimes all day. but he always finishes just in time to thrust up into your small stature. 

pervy!older bf!price who makes sure to tell you all about how great you are, how you've made him a better person, and overall how much he loves and appreciates you :)

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[vampaiaz]

— he’s mine

NOT PROOFREAD!!!

pairing: billy hargrove / reader

length: short and fast LOL

cw: neigbors, older!billy & slightly younger!reader, he's 35 and you're 20 something, AFAB reader, alternate universe (modern), use of feminine pronouns & nicknames, mention & use of alcohol, friends to fwb/lovers (?), flirting, sexual tension, resolved sexual tension, rough sex, ONLY oral sex, drunk BUT consensual sex (you are sober enough), dacryphiliac billy ( my fav...), perv billy (he's gross), praise, spitting, squirting...

synopsis: you trust billy a lot, he's a bit mean but he cares about you. what if he invites you for a ride on his motorcycle?

a/n: the title is suuuch a throwback (when s4 was out and ppl kept using ‘he’s mine’ for edits UGHHH miss those times) anyway, i’m back !!! so crazy so insane … i hope u like this !!! ty for reading <3

you watched as billy's camaro roared up to his driveway, the engine cutting through the stillness of the night. his signature smirk was barely visible in the dim light, but you knew it was there.

wrapped around him was another girl, her laughter spilling out into the quiet neighborhood as they stumbled toward the front door. it was a routine you'd seen countless times—billy hargrove, your neighbor who just couldn't stick to one.

you couldn't deny that billy was attractive. his charm, the way he carried himself, and those piercing blue eyes—he was everything that could make a girl weak in the knees. he could even make you feel that way.

but beneath all that, you'd seen glimpses of the real billy. he was capable of more than just shallow one-night stands. whenever you needed a ride somewhere, he’d be there. after a long day, he wouldn’t hesitate to share a cigarette with you, offering silent companionship.

you let out a sigh as they both disappeared into his home. billy could have anyone, literally anyone, yet he seemed determined to prove something. you found yourself wishing that this time, he might actually let someone in—really let them in.

three knocks on your door.

it was afternoon and you were still in your nightwear—lacy and pink, your favorite. you quickly put on a robe to look at least somewhat presentable.

as you opened the door, your eyes met billy's. he was in his usual getup: a white tank, blue denim, and a leather jacket. "you busy, sweetheart?"

there he goes again with the nicknames... makes it harder not to like him.

"hi billy, you need something?" you smiled at him, suddenly conscious of how you looked, and crossed your arms over your chest.

"y'look real pretty for someone that just got up." his lips curled into a grin. "just wanted to know if you want to come with me for a ride on my bike."

you noticed his eyes scanning you up and down. "in this? i'd rather not," you joked. his eyes lit up, and he laughed, the sound rich and warm. "i'll give you time to get ready if you're up for it, princess."

you chewed your lip, weighing the options of spending your morning with him or just peacefully spending it at home. "fine, where are we going?" you asked.

he flashed a satisfied smile. "you thinking about what you're gonna wear?"

"obviously." you rolled your eyes.

"just wear something pretty for me. i'll figure out where we could go by then." he winked.

he walked back to his house, calling over his shoulder, "30 minutes!" you gave him an 'okay.'

you were all dolled up—for him? who knows, but you knew you looked beautiful. as you locked your door and turned around, billy was already there, waiting by his bike. "don't you think your skirt's a little too short?" he pushed his sunglasses down to take a good look.

"i think it's just right." you smiled at him playfully. "you got a problem with it?" you raised an eyebrow.

"not at all, princess." he replied, leaning back on his bike. he patted the seat, and you rushed over, sliding on behind him. "arms around me," he instructed, and you followed without hesitation.

the two of you rode through the windy, cold streets of hawkins. your heart sped up with adrenaline, and you held onto billy tighter. he could feel you move behind him, but you couldn't see his reaction to it.

he stopped at a local pub. "we're here." he waited for you to get off before doing the same. "well, aren't you romantic? taking me out on a date, mr. hargrove?" you teased.

"want it to be a date?" he shot back, his voice smooth and teasing. you felt your face warm. "whatever."

he chuckled softly at your childishness, his arm snaking around your waist as he led you both into the pub.

you listened to the band playing as billy paid for another drink. "you like 'em?" he asked.

"not bad." you nodded, keeping your eyes on the band.

your skin prickled under billy's gaze. "you been doing okay?" he leaned closer, his voice gravelly right after taking a sip of his beer.

you turned your attention to him, noticing how much taller he was—you had to look up to meet his eyes. he could already tell the alcohol was starting to get to you. "i've been fine. my cat keeps me company." you grinned.

"adorable," he murmured.

you heard it, but you couldn’t tell if he meant your cat or something else. "i’m just more tired recently 'cause of work. where do you get your energy, billy?"

"you don't want to know the answer to that."

you rolled your eyes and playfully shoved him away. "really funny."

the night went on, and the two of you spent it talking about each other the whole time.

"you tired, princess?" he asked, noticing you yawn.

"kinda, wanna head out now," you replied.

he gave a soft smile, stood up to gather his things, and took your hand in his. his hand was rough and calloused, suggesting he did some tough work. "your hand's pretty big," you blurted out.

billy chuckled and hopped onto his bike. "hold onto me, 'kay?" you nodded and wrapped your arms around his waist. "tight, princess."

you rested your head on his back and complied. "good girl," he said, patting your hand. it was cute how considerate he was. you leaned up to his ear and whispered, "go fast, billy."

he went still for just a moment. "no can do, baby."

you pouted, "why not?"

he shook his head and started the bike. "if i go too fast, you won't like it."

you shivered at his words; he was talking about the ride, but your mind wandered elsewhere. "might like it," you replied.

billy's chest shook with laughter. "alright, but don’t cry about it."

he accelerated quickly, and the bike roared to life.

you happily yelled, feeling your arms loosen around his chest as the wind whipped through your hair. the stillness of the night was filled with your screams and the engine’s growl.

your heart raced, but you felt secure knowing billy was there, keeping you safe.

you finally arrived at your house, hopping off his bike. you waited for billy to do the same.

"had fun, sweetheart?" he asked, flashing a genuine smile.

you responded with enthusiastic yes’s, and he laughed in return. "let’s call it a night," he said.

you paused, feeling a pang of disappointment. you had hoped he might want to spend more time with you. hesitating, you reached out to tug on his jacket.

billy noticed and turned back to you. "uhm," you stammered.

"what’s wrong, princess?" his voice carried a note of concern.

you closed your eyes tightly and sighed. "don’t you want to spend the night with me?" you chewed on your lips as you waited for his reaction.

he smirked, "oh baby, i don’t think i can do that," his voice deep. "we don’t know what could happen."

your face flushed with warmth, the heat spreading through your skin.

but alcohol gave you a boost of confidence.

"why? are you scared of me?" you leaned your head to the side, feigning innocence.

"scared? not at all, baby," he shook his head, stepping closer. "for all we know, you should be scared of me." his eyes locked onto yours with an intense gaze.

you hadn’t noticed him get off his bike and move closer until now.

you challenged him with the same intensity in your stare. "do you want me to just say what i want out loud?" you asked.

he was taken aback, "what do you want, hm?" his face getting even closer.

without another word, you leaned in and caught him in a hungry, passionate kiss. your arms wrapped around his shoulders, and his hands gripped your waist. your bodies moved in sync, drawing closer with each passing second.

he broke the kiss, his breathing staggered. you watched as he licked his lips. "lead the way, baby." he breathes out.

as you entered your house, billy was already helping you out of your top. his hands explored the softness of your unclothed waist while you skillfully unbuckled his belt.

"now, where’d you learn that?" he murmured, placing wet kisses on your neck.

you giggled. "i’m not exactly inexperienced, you know."

you felt him smile against your skin. "trying to make me jealous?" he stepped back to remove his top.

"is it working?" you asked, watching him as he tossed it aside. "nah, i’m pretty sure no one else could make you feel the way i do."

with a sudden move, he lifted you, causing you to yelp in surprise. he carried you over to the sofa and gently laid you down on your back, his body covering yours.

he resumed kissing your neck, moving down to your collarbone, chest, and stomach. his gaze then fixed on your skirt.

"need this off," he muttered, his hands gripping the edges and pulling them off forcefully.

his eyes widened just a bit seeing what you had under the skirt. "pink, huh?"

"i like pink." you responded, defensively.

he bit his lip and slid the thong off you, holding it out in front of him. "you like it?" you asked, playfully batting your eyes at him.

"mhm," he said, bunching it up in his hand and bringing it to his nose. your jaw dropped as he inhaled deeply. "billy! oh my god!" you exclaimed, reaching up to snatch it from his hand.

embarrassment flooded over you.

"what?" he feigned innocence, a smirk playing on his lips. "a man can't do what he wants?" his fingers traced your inner thigh, brushing against your sensitive skin.

you gasped at the teasing touch, whimpering as you clung to his belt loops, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment.

his fingers inched closer to your core, just barely touching your wetness. you guided his hand, trying to bring it closer to where you needed it most.

"oh no, baby. i take the lead, okay?" he said, gently pushing you away. you whimpered, "please, billy," your eyes welling up with tears.

his gaze grew darker. "you gonna cry?"

you shook your head, "please, just—please do something," you pleaded, a tear threatening to fall.

billy shushed you softly, caressing your cheek. you leaned into his touch, comforted by his gentleness. he slowly moved down, positioning himself between your legs. you instinctively held your thighs together, but he pushed them apart. "don’t hide," he murmured.

he leaned in, his tongue tracing a stripe up your folds. you heard him grunt softly, "been waiting to do that for so long," his voice vibrating against you.

you moaned at his words and his touch. he ate you out, his tongue working in and out, mixing with your wetness. the sensation of his saliva and your own desire intertwined, heightening the pleasure.

your insides were pulsing, and he could feel it. "wait—billy," you said, trying to push him away. his grip on your thighs was firm, and he remained steady.

you squirmed and whimpered, your legs trembling as he continued, but then he stopped.

"ah?" you said, surprised, as he licked his finger and maintained eye contact with you. that same finger made its way inside you, earning a gasp out of you.

he moved his finger in and out without mercy, and you cried out, overwhelmed by the sensation of something thicker inside you. "billy, i think i'm gonna—"

tears stained your face as billy observed you closely, his eyes focused intently. he added another finger, and you arched your back, your head hitting the sofa as the intensity built.

the sounds of your pleasure and your voice prompted a satisfied smile from billy. he continued his movements, his thumb now gently tracing circles on your clit. "fuck!" you scream out.

your fluid shots out as you wail. "oh my fucking god..." you cried out.

"it's just me baby." he smiled, a wide smile. he shimmied his jeans off, he was leaking.

you lazily smiled at him, "my turn?" you asked.

"you got enough energy to ride?"

you shook your head a 'no'. you wished you lied but you really couldn't get up after that, even if it would make him feel really good. your body felt limp.

"that's okay, baby," he spat on his hand and jerked himself a bit, "just need your throat." he continued.

you already knew where he was going with this. you giggled, opening your mouth, your tongue lolling out. he whistled, "so pretty like this," he spat into your mouth. "swallow, princess."

and you did as you were told.

he climbed over you until you were face to face with his long, hard dick. he was big, not even kidding. "if you can't take it, tap me three times, okay?"

you hummed a 'yes'.

he entered your mouth slowly, he filled you up real nice. your hand moved to your clit.

bily exhaled and moaned as you took all of him. your moan made his body shake, the vibrations made him weak. "i'm gonna go fast, sweetheart. think you can handle that?" he said, his hand wrapped on your throat.

before you could answer, he moved in and out. he hit the back of your throat multiple times causing you to gag and sputter. billy leaned his head back, whispering out a 'fuck..'

he wasn't going fast yet. you wanted him to go faster.

you whimpered around him, billy looked down at you. he saw your eyes, pleading for more. he smirked and did what you wanted.

he changed his pace and went faster, you felt so full. his dick made your head feel heavy and your fingers on your clit doubled the pleasure.

billy kept going until you could feel his pace slow a bit, he was getting closer and you knew just what to do. you purposefully tighten up your neck and he moaned out loud.

"fuck, sweetheart. taking me so good," he breathed out, encouraging you, "you're so good, can't believe you finally let me do this to you." he shut his eyes closed.

you were making all types of sounds hearing his words, you weren't the only one who wanted this. he was thinking about you too.

as billy pushed his hips in, you felt his cum shoot out down your throat. you swallowed, drinking it all up. "holy shit..." he exclaimed, taking out his softening dick and watched you lick your lips.

"might need to keep you all to myself."

[eddiernunson]

Ice Cream, Bikinis, and Other Ways to Torture Him | Older Rockstar!Eddie x Harrington Fem!Reader | 18+

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Edit: this tagging system sucks. I just fixed it! Sorry if you weren’t tagged originally!

Summary: The stories of Eddie Munson, front man of Corroded Coffin and his music filled the Harrington household, his albums on shelves and picture frames hung of your dad and him, young and dumb. You’re home for the weekend, which just so happens to be the same weekend Eddie is in Hawkins on a personal errand. The longtime crush on him bubbles to the surface as you meet him, giving into the temptation of small summer dresses and bubblegum gloss for the fun of it. Until your dad is called in to an emergency work meeting. Then the fun of torture becomes temptation.

Warnings: Older Rockstar!Eddie, Harrington!Reader (Steve’s daughter), multi chapter build up, excessive use of nicknames, no use of y/n, (major) use of marijuana, perv!Eddie, general horniness

Describes: long hair, shorter than Eddie by a few inches, reader is described to look like her mom (can be ANY race) with Steve’s freckles. No skin colour or body shape/type

Word Count: 4.1k

Chapter 3

The heat is unbearable, the kind that provides the motivation not to do anything but lie in bed all day spread out so one could confuse them as a starfish. It’s hot enough the house wide AC feels too weak for a job this tough and needs to call in backup. The fan that stands alone rotating as it blows cold air through your room is nowhere near enough backup. 

Your skin feels sticky, your hair as far away as possible from your sweaty skin as you melt in the sweltering heat. One more than one occasion you’ve scooped under your tits to wipe at the sweat that has pooled there, coming up with miraculously slick hands. 

Fuck it’s too hot for clothes. 

The summer sun has been working late night shifts as of late, staying out until 8 or 9. As much as you revel in the longer daylight hours, today you’ve decided you hate the sun. You check the time, hoping it’s 3 or 4 in the afternoon already, having decided to forego your phone due to its inefficiency from distracting you from the heat and therefore lost track of time. 

It’s only 12:30. 

You swear softly, in a quick decision you can’t stay still anymore and need to go in your stash to fucking relax. You put on a light tank top and short jean shorts, lifting your hair off your sticky neck into a bun as you pocket your phone, some joints and some cash for an ice cream cone. 

Smoke a joint on the way, indulge on some delicious ice cream then stumble back home for what will probably be quality time with your vibrator. Seems like a decent plan.

When you get downstairs Eddie is lounging on the couch with one leg over the armrest, sunken in the corner as he watches the tv with a glazed look in his eyes in a muscle t-shirt and his long locks in a bun. He seems to share the same sentiment that it is too damn hot. His eyes shift to you as you put on your flip flops, sitting up with loud curiosity on his face. 

“I’m going to go for a walk and get some ice cream, it’s too fucking hot,” you tell him, one hand on the scorching door handle. You hiss, shaking it in a jerk move as you glance down at it. “Ow.”

”Yeah, I learned my lesson the hard way,” he observes, stretching as he stands up, his arms over his head as the lift of his shirt reveals a tuft of dark hair. 

You shake yourself out of it, opening the door quickly underneath your shirt before the handle has a chance to burn your skin again and step out into the blistering sun, putting the sunglasses over your eyes as you reach the end of the driveway. Behind you a set of running footsteps startle you, the slapping of sandals on pavement having you turn to face a set of wild curly hair falling out of its ponytail as its owner catches up to you.   

He’s smiling ear to ear, bearing those dazzling dimples when he sees your perplexed face. “A walk for some ice cream sounds really nice, when I thought about it.” You blink up at him, processing his words and distracted by the sheen layer of sweat on his toned arms. It’s a dangerous automatic shut down on your brain. 

Eddie falters, stepping back as you continue staring up at him, jaw slack and speechless. “Unless, you’d prefer to be alone—“ 

You finally snap out of it, almost swinging to grab his hand out of pure reflex. “No, um, it’s just a bit of a walk and I was gonna take my time and uh…smoke for a bit.” God, that sounded terrible.  

His eyes light up, his wild grin back on his face in a flash. “A joint and ice cream? Now that’s a hot day.” He starts putting his hair back into the ponytail, a god damn scrunchie, starting ahead as you stand dumbly on the driveway. ”Now you wouldn’t mind turning this into a blunt rotation would you?” 

Are you kidding me? Like are you actually fucking kidding me? 

“I only got two joints,” you hold them out from the stash in your bra apologetically, as you pretend to hesitate in accepting his offer. 

He yoinks one out of your hand, lighting it in a flash. “Joint’s a joint,” he states, warbled from the blunt in his half open mouth. He closes his eyes as he takes a big inhale, bliss taking over his face as it hits his lungs. “Oh that’s some good shit.” He passes it to you, clearing his throat. “Who’s the dealer these days, because that did not come from a dispensary.”

“How—“ you stop at his raised brow, grinning around the joint as you take your first inhale. God, that hits the spot. “Right. It’s some kid named Mickey. Mickey…Carver, I think.”

Eddie's fingers brush against yours as he takes it back, looking pensive as he breathes it in. “So you’re telling me that Jason Carver's son is the new dealer?” He breathes it out, grinning maniacally. “Fuck, that’s poetic.”

You’re about three doors down already, but you’re already feeling it. Usually you take much more time between inhales, not wanting to be stoned in the convenience store. It’s at least another three blocks away. “Right…I forgot his dad is the mayor. I think he’s like the black sheep of his family.” 

“Oh, sweet justice,” he mutters, yet you find yourself having no interest in the context. “Would your dad happen to know about this little past time of yours?” 

You take another inhale of the joint, absorbing the ache in your lungs for a moment longer than you usually do. “I don’t know if he does.” You shrug, stumbling past one of the sidewalk cracks. “I’m not all that covert about it.”  

“How much he smoked in college, I don’t think he’d care,” Eddie comments, chuckling. 

You stop, staring at Eddie with your mouth half open. Eddie is yanked back, tugged by his hand on your wrist. Huh, when did that get there? “You okay, there, sweetheart?”

You’re so fixated on your dad smoking you don’t even have time to process his use of the nickname. “My dad smokes pot?” 

Eddie bursts out laughing, his eyes crinkling shut as he throws his head back. “Your dad has absolutely smoked pot, sweetheart. Only every time he comes to see us in concert.” 

Yet another thing that short circuits your brain, staring at him as if he grew a second head. “When has my dad seen you in concert?” 

Eddie’s eyes go wide, his laughter stopping almost altogether. “Oh shit, I don’t think I was supposed to tell you that,” he mutters, seemingly fixated on the bushes right next to the house you’re standing in front of. 

“When does my father come see you in concert?” You glare, stepping forward more into his personal space with your hands arms tightly crossed. 

“Every tour since you were born?” He answers, giving you a weak smile as he grimaces. 

“What!?” You bark, tightening up your crossed arms. “Every concert? You’ve been going on tour consistently for the last 22 years!”

He throws his hands up in surrender, smoke floating up from the last remaining bits of the first joint still between two fingers. He holds it up for you, face just a bit cautious as he says, “You look Iike you need this.”

You yoink it from his fingers, taking a deep enough breath to kill the joint up to the filter. You’re not sure if its the company, the heat, or the weed, but this news really threw you off, and yes, you really needed it. The filter lands on the ground when you flick it, mindlessly pulling out the next joint and your own lighter from your bra.

As the end glows in amber, you take another deep inhale, forgetting Eddie’s still only a few feet away in front of you. You basically accidentally shotgun him. You pass it to him, seemingly completely unfazed by the puff of smoke you just blew in his face. 

You jerk your head, suddenly remembering you’re supposed to be going for a walk. “Walk, we’re supposed to be walking,” you mumble to yourself, stepping away from Eddie as he laughs out a cloud. 

A hand lands on your shoulder, startling you as you continue on the scorching pavement. You haven’t even hit the first crosswalk, yet and you’ve gone all fuzzy. You jerk your head back in surprise, turning your head to look up at him inquisitively. 

“Sweetheart, you’re drifting,” he answers, using his wrist to fix your diagonal gait. “I think you’re very stoned.” 

“It’s possible,” you muse, allowing the overwhelming scent of his cologne to float to the back of your mind. If it was the first thing, it would be the only thing. 

The conversation quiets down for a bit, Eddie still keeping you somewhat steady as he continues to pass you the joint back and forth. 

You’re in the middle of a mental spiral, thoughts coming and going, passing through like thoughts on a road until one particularly flashy thought passes by. “I had no idea he was going to your concerts,” you chirp out of nowhere, waiting for the light to indicate you can cross. 

“To be fair it's not the best place for a kid,” he mutters, trying to make you feel better. 

“‘M not a kid,” you deadpan, smoking a little bit of the last of the second joint. 

“Compared to me, yes.” You glare at him, wanting to wipe off that stupid little smug grin off his face. “Regardless I’m sure your dad just needed some time off. He’s a single father of four kids, for Fuck’s sake.” 

“I didn’t tell him to knock my mom up four times,” you mutter to yourself, earning another scoff from him. 

“Wow, your filter is down, huh?” He chuckles, leading you across the crosswalk and towards the convenience store. “Don’t give your dad a hard time, he’s trying his best.” 

You wanna move on from your dad so you’re no longer feeling guilty as you stare at his toned arms.  Like, right now. Your eyes fiddle around the sidewalk, looking for any suitable topic of conversation. Anything. A chorus of laughter fills the air, your attention snapped to it immediately. As soon as you see the culprits, you blanch in disgust, jerking your attention back as you approach the convenience store entrance. 

“Oh, god, gross,” you groan, stumbling as you push the glass door open. 

Eddie trails a few feet behind you, leaning down as he asks, “Wh-what just happened?” 

The repetitive motion of ice cream scooping hypnotizes you, catching you in a trance until Eddie bumps his hip into yours. “Hmm?” 

“Outside. What was that?” He asks, pointing towards the door. 

Oh, right, that. “Oh, my ex boyfriend,” you explain, wondering if you’re swaying on your feet or if the store just turned into a boat all the sudden. “Two years of my life I’ll never get back.” 

“Which one was he?” He asks, putting one hand on your shoulder to steady you again.  

If he were anyone else, you’d shrug him off, literally and metaphorically, offended at their need to ‘take care of you,’ so to speak. But your lowered inhibitions and inexplicable draw towards him allow the words to free flow out your mouth. “The idiot with the Oakley sunglasses hitting on what is probably the youngest girl he can without getting arrested— ooh they have cookie dough.”

Eddie chuckles, one hand on your shoulder as he pushes you forward. “They called for you about five times now, sweetheart.” 

Oh, oops. 

The teen with braces and her hair in braided pigtails, clearly working as a summer gig, looks annoyed as you stumble forward. “I um, want one scoop of cookie dough and one scoop of cookies n’ cream in a chocolate covered waffle cone, please.” 

As she gets to work, pulling on gloves for what is probably the thousandth time for the day, reaching up for a cone off where they sit stacked Eddie leans in to say, “You know that’ll melt by the time you get home, right?” 

You watch the girl scoop the ice cream, your grin growing wider with each addition of ice cream. “That makes it all the more fun to eat,” you smirk, biting your lip playfully. 

The teen, Emma, you hazily notice from the name tag, holds out the cone with a measly single thin napkin. You have the foresight to understand the single napkin won’t be enough, but not to grab more. 

You dig in humming as the first taste of cookie dough has a perfect little chunk of doughy goodness as Eddie orders a chocolate and vanilla soft serve swirl. 

In mid bite you cough, almost exaggeratedly looking back and forth between your ice cream and the soft serve coming from its machine onto the cone. “What?” He asks, rocking on his heels. 

You take another taste, “Nothing,” taste, “just,” holy shit this is good, “um…”

“Just…?” 

He interrupts a rather delicious lick, eyes closed as you tilt the cone for a better angle. “Wha?” 

“Oh, my god, thank God Steve’s out of town, or he’d kill me,” Eddie chuckles, grabbing the cone from Emma. 

”Why?” You ask, the ice cream remaining on your lips as you take another bite. 

“Because you are outrageously stoned- here you go, sweetheart,” your bottom lip pouts out at the use of the nickname toward the blushing teen, crossing one arm across your stomach as the cash register dings. 

You have half a heart to thank him for paying, glad you wouldn’t have to hand over sweaty underboob cash as you start your way out when you hear your name, vaguely, then loudly. Oh god. You are not prepared to be hounded by—

“Andy!” You grimace, wiping some excess dessert from your jaw. “Hi! You here on break?” 

“Oh,” he rolls his eyes, that same old cocky look smeared on his face. On Eddie it’s charming. On Andy it’s nauseating.  “I dropped out in the first semester. I did not need to stay very long to know I know more than any of those pompous assholes.” 

Hmm. You’re astounded. At his gull and that he knows what pompous means. “Guess all that talk about getting out of Hawkins was just talk,” you mutter, sloppily taking another bite.  

You must’ve mumbled, as Andy leans in like he has no idea what you’ve said. “Huh?”

“Nothing,” you dismiss, missing Eddie glowering at him over your shoulder. 

“Well, now that you’re in town,” he starts, brazenly grabbing you by the elbow, “what do you say we take some time and uh, revisit old times, yeah?” 

You jerk your elbow away from him, your face squishing up at disgust by his sleazy voice suggesting you lie under him one more time for a rousing, unsatisfying round of mediocrity. “Ew, I’m good.” 

“Now don’t be like that, pretty peach,” you always hated when he called you that, the reminder sending a chill down your spine that had nothing to do with the ice cream itself. “What’s one more night?” 

Only now do you realize he’s only tightened his grip on your elbow, ice cream in your other hand nearly forgotten as the hair on your arms rise. Eddie pops up, the memory of his prescience and the terror that takes over Andy’s face both send a rush of relief right through you. 

“Take your slimy little hand off her, you pathetic little weasel,” Eddie’s voice is rough and assertive, the soft serve ice cream miraculously held stable in his other hand as he starts to bend the arm that was on your elbow unnaturally backwards. “She said ‘ew, no’”

”Ow,” Andy’s once bravado is turned weak, wiggling like a worm on a hook as he cries out his little yelps of pain. “Okay, okay!” 

“If I want unsatisfying and awful sex, I’ll let you know.” Hmm, you glance back down to the cone that melted only the littlest bit, the top layer now softened and flowing down to the chocolate covered crust.You take a bite from the chocolate, the mix of cookie dough flavour with the chocolate exactly what you had in mind the whole walk over. ”Get lost, Andy.” 

You feel Eddie close behind you as the sweltering sun welcomes you, a town wide sauna you don’t think you’d ever be so glad to walk into after being engrossed in a fridge temperature. “God, if never see Andy Lewis again, it’ll still be too soon, fuck that creep.” 

“You dated him? For two years?” Eddie asks incredulously, having already eaten a chunk of his sweet tasty treat. 

“Low self esteem and a parade of gaslighting would have you believe that he was the best boyfriend ever,” you sweetly smile, squinting your eyes as you take yet another bite of the cookie dough starting to blend with cookies n cream. As the blend explodes your taste buds, some trails down your fingers messily in the hot sun, completely rendering your soaked napkin useless.   

His eyebrows furrow, giving you a look of what you assume can only be pity for a girl who thought that was a good boyfriend and had minuscule self worth until some dude in her freshman English class begged to eat her out. You still go to those receipts when you need the confidence boost. 

Unfortunately for you, when you’re stoned and the very idea of sex crosses your mind, it sends you down a spiral. The unsatisfying sex with a gross sweaty Andy isn’t the thing that set it off, but the first time your legs shook certainly turned the faucet on. Next to you, Eddie takes your silence in stride, allowing you to float in your own hazy brain as he works to finish his cold treat before it disappears at the unforgiving hands of the blistering heat. He’s seemingly lost in the taste, the desert already down to the hilt of the cone as his tongue scoops, disappearing as he focuses on the flavour.

The drop of ice cream splashing your toe alerts you of the multiple trails of cream coloured sugar, your ice cream starting to resemble soup. Dammit. You start cleaning up your hand, quickly stroking your tongue down your hand as you attempt to grab control of the situation at hand. Your hand remains sticky as you move on to the ice cream soup that has cultivated in the chocolate shell, no more semblance of where cookies and cream started and cookie dough ended. No matter, guess it’s just a melted milkshake at this point, you shrug, starting to drink, grateful you haven’t eaten much of the cone yet.  

Eddie starts slurping a little louder as he gets to the end of his soft serve, a noise you allow to simply exist in the background like white noise as arousal seemed to steadily pool deep in your gut. At this point you’re not sure if it’s the extra joint or the attraction you know better than to act on but his exuberant wet noises and grunts of satisfaction seem loud, flooding your ears until it’s all you can focus on. 

Maybe you shouldn’t have worn shorts, the arousal having surely made its way down your thighs and past their frayed edges right below your ass. “You that stoned or did your ex boyfriend just spook ya?” 

You blink back to Eddie, chewing on the last few bites of the chocolate cone. It's sadly not the same without the last little bit of ice cream tucked in. “Hmm?” 

He looks at you pointedly, raising his brow as he starts to brush the hair out of his eyes, fixing the wisps of black bangs. 

“Oh,” you giggle, the sentence finally registering. “I forgot I ran into Andy, honestly. I’m just super stoned and really need to—“ you cut yourself off, swallowing what is suddenly a very hefty case of cotton mouth, “take a shower,” you amend, ignoring Eddie’s intense stare. 

It could’ve been intense, but the more you focus on the ever increasing need for friction, the more you grow increasingly aware of everything he’s doing. 

“I just smoked a lot more and a lot faster than what I’m used to,” you mutter, fidgeting with your bun, at this point a mess of strands. 

Eddie leans in close, using his pointer and middle finger to lift your chin up to face him. He’s much closer than you expect, able to see the finer details on his face even the most HQ photos couldn’t reveal. You blink, suddenly unable to remember the basic function of breathing. 

“Next time don’t push yourself too hard when you know your tolerance isn’t as good as the person you’re smoking with. You could’ve told me.” Strange, he doesn’t sound disappointed, not in you, anyways. Just at your flagrant disregard for your own limits. His voice is smooth, yet demanding, sending a shiver down your spine. 

“O-ok,” you stutter, thinking about the pads of his two fingers against your skin, picturing him taking the pointer and shoving it past your lips. The mental image quakes your knees. God you should’ve known your body would react this extreme to Eddie, weed has always been a catalyst for raging lust. 

Unable to handle the eye contact for much longer, you rip your chin out from his grasp, recognizing the shrub you usually walked past on your way to school.

“I-I really need that shower,” you mutter, walking ahead of him to the long, windy driveway leading up to the Harringtons. Eddie’s flip flops smack against his heels step by step steadily behind you as you open the door, remembering Eddie’s haste as he tried to catch up to you. 

He says nothing as you rush up the stairs, slamming the door behind him as he saunters into the living room to fool around his guitar. 

The blasting air conditioner should be refreshing after spending an hour or so in the hot blazing sun with no water, but it does little to off-set the raging fire coursing through you. Your face feels hot, stretching to scratch an itch you know can only be scratched one way when you're as blitzed as you are. 

It’s one thing to picture him when he’s a million miles away in LA or on covers of magazines, but its another entirely when he’s right downstairs after a walk in during which he defended your honour. 

You switch back to it, his commanding tone and demonstration of strength as he so effortlessly pushed a boy whose name you don’t even want to think about in this cloud of overwhelming desire. You open your eyes, standing in the middle of your room, the weight of your hand trailing over your skin suddenly heavy but doing its job all the same. 

You kick off your sandals, having forgotten to at the front door. The shorts and thong come off as well, having no patience in teasing yourself as you normally do. Your head meets your pillow, legs spread as you start to make yourself comfortable. 

As soon as your core meets the air the stark realization of how wet you are sinks in, the arousal slick down your thighs at this point ready for something more… You feel the sharp exhale deep in your belly, rolling over you in an impatient wave begging for some kind of relief. 

As your fingers start to roll across your clit, you gasp in how wet you are. It usually takes a vibraor and some self teasing to get this far, Jesus. For some reason the fingers aren’t doing enough, whining needing as you attempt to get the friction you so desperately need. 

As two fingers slide through the weeping, begging hole you grind the heel of your hand against your clit, desperately lifting your hips up to meet it. Right now you don’t even have to picture him doing anything particularly dirty like his hips rolling against yours as he fucks into you or his pretty brown eyes peering up from between your legs. 

No.

Just the demonstration of his strength as he so easily yanked the asshole’s arm back and his commanding, harsh tone was doing it for you. His sun-kissed skin, the halo of bright yellow sun surrounding his curls, his toned arms…his lips so close to yours, that was enough to get you halfway there. 

And loud enough for any potential wandering ears. 

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[cuteandhughesy]

You Are In Love | Matthew Knies (instagram edit)

summary: you and matthew are finally out to the public, and your both so excited to share your love through your instagram posts

warnings: none <3

face claim: tessa brooks

a/n: hey yall! it’s my birthday so as a gift from me to you is this insta edit! i’m so obsessed with matthew knies it’s not even funny - so here’s this lil gift 🥳

link to you are in love

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liked by alynntavares, matthewknies and others

yourusername the past few weeks <3

tagged torontomapleleafs & matthewknies

comments

user1 you’re so cute

user2 hi pretty!!! 🤩

torontomapleleafs bow down to the queen

user3 thriving 😍

matthewknies make it saucy

yourusername sauce forever ♾️

imjustkojokin actually obssesed with you

yourusername hi i miss you

user4 you’re so cute

user5 dream job

user6 🍝🍝🍝🍝

alynntavares amazing honey bunny 🤍

liked by matthewknies, nursey16 and others

yourusername date night 😏

tagged matthewknies

comments

user1 holy moly 😍

user2 that DRESS!

user3 never misses

alynntavares holy crap girl 🤩

yourusername your shoes made the fit honestly ❤️

user4 gorgeous

user5 kniesy is so lucky 😭

stephmarner need you to wear that dress all the time

yourusername anything for you 🙇‍♀️

matthewknies never get tired of you

yourusername 😉

liked by alynntavares, stephmarner and others

yourusername happy birthday baby 💙🤍 looking forward to another year of loving you (hopefully the wind doesn’t blow out your candles this time 😉)

tagged matthewknies

comments

austonmatthews happy bday big boy

user1 this is so cute

matthewknies my mouth is still salivating thinking about that cake 🤤 I love you 😘

yourusername the cake was tooo good ❤️

johntavaresfdn happy birthday matthew !

user2 he’s so handsome

user3 the perfect couple

user4 happy bday kniesy

josephwoll birthday boy

user5 my parents 😎✨

alynntavares you two are so cute! happy birthday matty ❤️

marner_93 the GOAT

user6 love you both

liked by josephwoll, mapleafs and others

yourusername the grind never stops 😏

tagged matthewknies, mapleafs & tiktok

comments

user1 this is giving 😍

user2 you’re so beautiful

user3 🔥🔥🔥

stephmarner okay business savvy ✨

yourusername the blazer is the only thing business savvy about me 😉

user4 something about matthew rolling both suitcases is so UGH 😩

matthewknies the grind never stops 😏

yourusername perv

user5 😍😍😍

user6 work slay

tiktok the admin queen 🙇‍♀️

liked by brodeniem, stephmarner and others

yourusername had to show my niece how cool her aunts job really is (uncle matty has nothing on me)

tagged alynntavares, brodeniem & matthewknies

comments

user1 two cuties

brodeniem okayyyy jacket 😍

gabemccabe_ I wanna put u in my pocket

user2 nothing like a leafs win

user3 I was at this game 😎

user4 even from the back you’re slaying

matthewknies that’s not what she told me…🥶

yourusername she’s trying to soften the blow

user5 you’re that girl 🔥

user6 where are jace and axton

yourusername they wanted to ride with matthew 😭

liked by bobbymcmann, austonmatthews and others

matthewknies smiling at the admin girl behind the camera (she’s cat calling me)

tagged yourusername & mapleleafs

comments

user1 my goat

user2 you’re my favourite leaf

user3 😍😍😍

bobbymcmann I was also behind the camera so

yourusername bitter ? 🤭

user4 💙💙

yourusername you’re so hot I can’t do this anymore 😩🤩

user5 i’m obsessed with this relationship

user6 y/n so lucky bro

torontomapleleafs king

user7 the best 💪

liked by reavo7five, nursey16 and others

yourusername my absolute favourite time of year. ft; my beautiful gingerbread house setup, reading my nieces and nephews xmas stories, my sexy man, and my beautiful sis in law and brother 💌🎄

tagged alynntavres & matthewknies

comments

user1 happy holidays guys 🎄

user2 ❤️❤️❤️

alynntavares my littles 🥰

user3 merry christmas!

matthewknies it’s giving baddie

josephwoll it’s giving xmas

yourusername who taught you guys to talk like that ?

user4 the little baby pjs 😭

user5 mother 🔥

user6 so obsessed with this family

johntavaresfdn merry christmas to the fam

user7 you’re an angel

liked by simon_benoit11, stephmarner and others

yourusername nathan phillips square weekend🤍

tagged matthewknies

comments

tessavirtue17 lovely 🥰

user1 this is everything

user2 your shoes are eating

torontomapleleafs was looking forward to this post

user3 a walking angel ✨

stephmarner those SHOES 😍

imjustjokin missing you

user5 just blessed my feed 🤩

matthewknies i’m such a natural beauty

yourusername …

user6 they are both so hot life’s unfair

liked by alynntavares, amberdeb and others

yourusername spring turning into summer 🌷 although the hockey season ended earlier than expected, we are still enjoying and loving this time of year. I love summer ☀️

tagged matthewknies & alynntavares

comments

user1 you’re glowing

alynntavares we love you 😘

amberdeb yasssss !

user2 bathing suit details ASAP

user3 ☀️☀️☀️

user4 summer content is superior

matthewknies the golf is subpar

yourusername ☕️

user5 so obsessed with you honestly 😩🔥

imjustjokin need this everyday with you 😎

yourusername i’m gunna miss u 😢 😘

user6 this is your look !

user7 HOT STUNNING AMAZING

liked by knies67, marner_93 and others

matthewknies summer with my favourite people🌊☀️🤍

tagged yourusername

comments

knies67 love it 😎

simon_benoit11 looking fly

yourusername back off

user1 king of the north

user2 goat behaviour

user3 i already know y/n is going to hate that sleeping pic 🤣

josephwoll golf stance goes crazy

matthewknies jelly ?

user4 😍😍😍

bobbymcmann omg I’m a favourite 🥳

user5 can ur girl fight? 😍

user6 to be in love with y/n ….

yourusername the sleeping picture - you’re praying on my downfall

matthewknies you look cute

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a/n: not spell checked currently.

I do not own any of these photos - full credits to original owners.

[masterdizzi]

Let's talk about Spacetoons Mineta...

Spacetoons is an arabic channel that semi-recently dubbed MHA. Some may call it "Arabic 4kids," but as someone who watched a substantial amount of shows in a 4Kids dub. (namely SonicX), that's not a fair comparison. The only 4 kids dub I actually enjoyed was that of "Kirby: Right back at ya"

Anyway, the BokuNometaAcademia sub brought to my attention the way that Mineta is written here. I have always hated how Hori used Mineta to live out his weird fantasies. The inclusion of Mineta's "comedy" turned a lot of people, me included off and honestly, why wouldn't it.

Spacetoons is more child-tuned so they did a lot of censorship, for example, look what they did to Momo

(They also greatly improved her character)

You may be asking, "What did they do with Mineta?" Valid question considering 70% of his character is horny jokes. Well, the completely removed the perv aspect and made him a loveable kid who wants to fight his insecurities and be great hero.....

I have always said it, Mineta holds some great potential. His moment during the USJ arc was a great stepping stone for some great character growth. The idea of a coward pushing to become a true hero is so different from the norm, but as we know, when it comes to MHA, potential don' get used.

From what I hear from spacetooneta, he is actually really likeable. He is so different from Canoneta that people mistaken him for a girl. The scenes where he is being pervy are either edited out completely or altered convincingly.

They changed the scene from season 3's filler episode so that the context is as follows:

Kaminari and Mineta want to goof off at the pool

Mineta has overheard that the girls have booked the pool too

They convince Izuku to come w/them so that they can get there before the girls

Izuku invites Tenya and the others and Tenya makes them train instead of goofing off

The girls are here, goofing off while they have to train

The most nuts part is that viewers of that dub absolutely LOVE HIM. He suprassed Bakugou in popularity even. This shows that Hori could have made one of the most loveable characters in Shounen. Think about it, his design is already cute, just slap a cute personality on and everyone would love him. But no, he had to be a creepy perv.

Canon Mineta sucks man

[choco-pudding]

The Vampire Dies in No Time Volume 3, Toranoana Purchase Bonus 4P Leaflet.

Read text from right to left, do not repost.

(Translations by @lavoszero and myself. Edits and typesetting by myself)

Plain text below

p. 1

A weakling vampire & a hunter living together gag manga!!

p. 2 Idiots

Ronaldo: "Hey, just askin', but do girls grow armpit hair, too?" Kameya: "Huh? Are you stupid or something?" Handa: "My mom doesn't grow any!!" Kameya: "Uh-huh, 'course she doesn't."

Ronaldo: "Right, right, 'course they don't grow any, I was stupid to think they did." Kameya: "Are you a virgin or something?" Handa: "Yeah, Ronaldo! You Virgin! Stupid Head! Caterpillar! Spring onion!" Kameya: "Spring onion?"

Ronaldo: "A vi… shut up, so are you two!" Kameya: "Yeah, but you're like, a mega virgin." Handa: "I'm way better at virgin than you" Kameya: "How can you be better??"

p. 3 Idiots 2

Ronaldo: "Which donut shape do you guys think is the sexiest?" Renji Kameya: "A french cruller, just look how obscene it is." Ronaldo: "Really!? But look how sexy the squish on these ones are." Handa: "Churros! Since my mom loves them."

Ronaldo: "Dude, you think your mom likes donuts for pervs?"

Ronaldo: "Wait! I'm sorry!! I didn't mean it like that, Handa!" Kameya: "Chill out, Handa, not in the store!! Ronaldo: "Waaaaa, Handaaaaaaaaa"

p. 4

[A possible scenario given their ages.] [Algebra II] [The End]

[moirindeclermont]

5+ times Colin Bridgerton can't stop thinking about sex

(especially now that he is married) this is not supposed to be historically accurate, just silly things that crossed my mind (tomorrow is Pen's version obviously)

1. Every. Damn. Time. Pen. Is. Eating. A. Sweet.

Even worse if said sweet crumbles on her bosom. Sweet are reserved for when they are alone so he could do the only right thing... Licking crumbs and creams out of her breast, obviously.

2. Ice cream, specifically one with the cone. Who invented that was a perv, for obvious reasons. He just drools every time Pen has one. Luckily, after she is finished with the sweet, she does have something more savory... They had to bring a cushion to the carriage for Pen's knees (and the cushion was her idea, she doesn't want to stop either).

3. Why did he install so many mirrors in their house? The question is retorical, on case you were wondering. But it makes the work so much difficult. He just has to shift his eyes from the page he is editing, to see Pen in one of the mirror and he is done for it. They make the studio mirror free, as if that is the only thing that keeps distracting Colin.

4. Friday is day of deliver for LW, which means he gets to see her with her cape, he insists to go with her for safety, and while it's true... The fact that he also enjoy taking it out is a completely different matter okay?

5. Colin does hope they don't invent something better than Carriage to move around. He loves them. Did he buy a new one - a completely unnecessary purchase - just because they can recreate their first moments as a couple as many time as they wats? Everyone does that, c'mon.

6. Apparently, finding a strong settee is a challenge in London these days! They keep breaking for some reasons - Pen keeps insisting it's because they are not meant to fuck with such vigour on them, but Colin doesn't agree. Every settee should withstand their coupling in his opinion.

7. They can't go to the balls. They just can't. Pen dances with him and he is just uncomfortable the entire evening. Thank goodness for the gardens, and the hidden rooms, and the libraries... But the rate they are going, they will know every niche and every hidden corner of every family. If someone asks, it's for research purpose. He's just a good husband that helps his wife with her job.

Can you add some moments? I think they are redefining what it means to have a honey moon period, and you know what? It's what they deserve!

[skywlker-sluvtt]

Both His Sabers <3

Anakin x Fem!Reader

A/N: Omg Lyss actually posting something? I'm still struggling with motivation but I managed a straight porn piece for you guys. Is this logically possible and safe? Probably not, but it's really hot so idc. I also hope yall enjoy my corny ass title I couldn't think of anything better. This is for the anon that requested it a while ago <3

Ani catches you playing with his saber and uses it for more than a Jedi probably should.

Warnings: double penetration, masturbation (f), perv ani, dirty talk, anal, pussy slapping, one singular face slap, poorly edited, lmk if there's anymore :)

Word Count: 1.4k

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Biting into your pillow did nothing to prevent the pretty noises falling from your lips. Anakin could hear them from the bathroom. He only left you to have a shower and thought you’d have enough self-control to wait, he was clearly wrong. An erotic moan escaped your lips as you continued to grind your clit against the hilt of Anakin’s lightsaber. Every ridge and bump on it felt divine against your touch-starved pussy.

The thought of the rough handle of the weapon on your pussy was too sexy to ignore so you stole it while he showered. Now you lay on your stomach humping your needy little clit on it. “Ah-ah” You sighed into the pillow right on the edge of your climax, while Anakin secretly watched from the door. His cock became immediately hard seeing his weapon wedged between those soft thighs.

Anakin watched like a pervert, finding it more entertaining to observe you like this. Comparing it to his personal holo-porn. “Ani” You whispered turning onto your back and dragging the weapon toward your hole. He watched the way you bit your lip with excitement and slipped your fingers inside that tight pussy to open yourself for the hilt. Drawn moans left your mouth as you arched your back with anticipation at what you wanted to do.

Lifting his hand from his crotch Anakin gently sent waves toward you through the force with a simple flick of his wrist. Gentle shivers ran across your thigh and you groaned adding a third finger to your heat. Lewd noises filled the room as you continued to finger your wet cunt licking over the roughness of Anakin’s lightsaber with hunger. Treating the object like his cock you continued to push it down your throat with loud whimpers. Anakin’s eyes almost rolled back watching you act like a slut.

Once feeling loose enough you gradually dragged his weapon toward your pussy and attempted to slip the object inside and you whined in frustration as it slipped from your grip. “Need help?” Anakin asked. “Yeah,” You groaned not missing a beat. It didn’t overly embarrass you due to the fact Anakin had done much worse with you, you assumed your pervert of a husband would enjoy this as much as you had been.

He pulled the object from you with force and admired the wetness of drool and cum you’d left all over it. “My dirty little Schutta” Anakin teased settling between your thighs. “You’re so sick in the head, you liked watching didn’t you?” You whispered. “Kriff yeah I did” Anakin replied spanking your pussy unexpectedly. You jolted and gasped, your pussy clenched around nothing causing Anakin’s mouth to water even more. Watching your pussy gyrate was mesmerising as he slapped your pussy a few more times for his own pleasure.

“Fuck Ani! Stop teasing!” You demanded slapping his cheek causing him to hiss and get even harder. “Demanding slut aren’t you?” He scoffed roughly adding three of his dexterous fingers into your pussy with a grin. “Yeah, Ani right fucking there” You growled as he took the saber back into his grip positioning it against your dripping entrance. He was completely mesmerised, biting down on his tongue in focus as he buried his weapon deep into your cunt.

The stretch was immaculate, a throbbing settled between your legs as the rough edges stretched you with no mercy. A delicious pain ran throughout your body causing you to buck your hips in approval. “Look how stretched out I’ve got you, baby you look like a pathetic whore” He told you kissing your knee as he thrust it in and out of your pussy, admiring the way your little hole gripped it with such force. Spreading your legs further you bucked your hips with a whine.

“Fuck Ani, p-put that big cock in my ass” You gasped out and his gaze became even deeper. “I like how you think just like me, that’s why I fucking love you” He smirked licking a wet stripe up your cheek and leaving a sloppy kiss on your forehead. Opening your mouth as a signal for his he granted you that pleasure, kissing you like a starved man. The wet noises that filled the room were truly pornographic. Anakin sometimes could imagine how many credits you’d make showing your gorgeous pussy online.

“Ready for my cock?” He questioned positioning himself between your thighs and harshly spreading them apart leaving the lightsaber motionless inside your wide-stretched hole. “Fuck Anakin need it” You whined waiting for him to finish coating his thick cock in saliva. “Think I trained your ass well enough to take my cock on its own? No fingers?” He asked tracing the innards of your thigh. “Mhm yes sir! I can take it all” You demanded. “That’s what I like to hear from my whore” Anakin praised pressing the head of his cock into your ass. With a loud gasp, you let him enter fisting the sheets as he continued to stuff you with his length.

“Good fuck doll” Anakin cooed as he filled your ass with his cock. He nudged the tool deeper into your pussy as he created a rhythm between brutally fucking your ass and pushing his lightsaber into your pussy. “You’re such a dirty cum dump, I bet you w-wish my lightsaber was another cock don’t you? I bet a dirty cunt like you would love to have a few men fuck you” He whispered, the filthy words turning you into a throbbing mess beneath him. “I would!” You hiccuped trying to concentrate on both Anakin and the pleasure filling your veins.

You gripped his biceps tighter, fingernails digging into the firm flesh of his arms surely leaving crescent moons across them. “Fucking mark me baby” He groaned trying to concentrate on his own thrusts and the lightsabers. A loud whine left his lips as he fucked into you at a desperate pace. Being stuffed full made you cry out in pleasure. You could feel how perfectly they grazed your most sensitive areas creating a balance of pleasure and delectable pain to flow through you.

With a loud gasp, your thighs began to tremble and Anakin smirked knowing how close you were. “Cum, cum on my saber baby. Get that pretty cream all over it” He whimpered resisting the urge to climax too soon. You opened you’re mouth to speak and only moans escape. “I-I know just cum, don’t think” He encouraged. Pushing against his thrusts you made a desperate attempt to bring your orgasm sooner. Reaching down you rubbed your clit in tight circles. “Fuck Ani!” You shouted arching your back into him.

The pulsating orgasm ripped through you. Causing waves of pleasure to clash over you turning you into a pretty mess beneath Anakin. Feeling you clench around his cock and his lightsaber he let go as well. Grunting into your shoulder with a bite, leaving teeth marks for the next morning. He continued to work you through your orgasm and his own, coating your ass with his hot cum. “That’s a good good girl” He whispered pressing a few open mouth kisses along your shoulder.

Both of you were reduced to sweaty panting messes in each other's arms. Anakin pressed a soft kiss against your forehead and took the saber back into his grip. “Gonna take it out sweetheart” He whispered. You hummed contently as he removed both himself and his weapon from your holes and you whimpered feeling the emptiness. He chuckled and ran his fingers down your side admiring the cum leaking from your ass and your beautifully swollen pussy.

“You’re so gorgeous” Anakin hummed. You sighed and he grinned once more at your exhausted yet beautiful state. He always found you looked prettiest after sex, all sweaty and messy because of him. “Let me take care of you” Anakin whispered. “Please” You replied admiring how delicious he looked right now.

[kazutora-kurokawa]

LOVING THE ROCKSTAR ONES!

Could you do like Rockstar or idol! Hakkai? Please!!

(No pressure <3)

Idol!Hakkai Headcanons

♡ SFW + NSFW, fem reader, oral->fem and male receiving, masturbation, slight perv!Hakkai ♡

note: thanks for requesting anon 🩷 Hakkai honestly gives major idol vibes, this man is too cute

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SFW

🎙️ Absolute sweetheart, the type of idol that gets flustered at compliments no matter how simple they are

🎙️ Thinks it's cute when his fans edit him, he feels flattered that someone likes him enough to do that

🎙️ He sings, dances, and models (especially loves modeling Mitsuya's designs)

🎙️ Doesn't wanna get swarmed by fans, so he'll set up at-home dates with you

🎙️ Matches outfits with you when you come to his concerts

🎙️ All his fans know you because he has photos of you plastered all over his social media pages

NSFW

🎙️ Was a virgin when you met, he had never even had a girlfriend before you

🎙️ Grips your shoulders when you give him head + moans a lot (he has those gasping for air type moans, probably squeaks too)

🎙️ Cums in his pants when he eats you out, the noises you make drive him crazy

🎙️ Stays hard after he cums, he's always ready to fuck you

🎙️ Has a folder in his phone dedicated to pictures of you (sfw and nsfw) that he jerks off to

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