#[ when ur fingers move too fast for ur brain ]

[haetrack]

haechan is always so cute when he wears those thick-rimmed glasses that it kinda just makes me wanna ruin him. imagine him looking up at you with pleading eyes and those cute glasses tilted on his face while you ride him. it’d be even better if he’s all messy, tears falling freely and his brain all muddled because all he can think about is you and how badly he wants to cum.

i NEED to hear ur thoughts on this.. it’s been a wip in my drafts for like a week i’m going insane

THIS BUT WITH NERD!HAECHAN. i need to sit down and take a breath... everyone stand back. part 2 part 3

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“my pretty boy, what’s wrong?”

you know what’s wrong, you’re teasing him. you’re on his lap, slowly riding him as he tries to hold back cries and whimpers. his head is tilted back, his neck practically begging to be kissed. you lean forward, pressing soft, wet kisses all over. he gives up on holding back his sounds, whining out to you as he grips tightly on your hips.

“please,” he lets out a choked whimper, “just wanna cum, wan’ you to let me cum.”

he tilts forward, trying to kiss you. you move out of the way, laughing at how he tries to chase your lips. your hand grips his face, cooing at how he looks up at you with his pretty eyes. he looks dazed, already so fucked-out with just you on top of him. you haven’t even given him what he really wants, just grinding down your hips as he twitches inside of you.

“mm, it feels nice like this, though. you feel so good inside of me.”

he nods, eyes fluttering shut as you clench around him. he can’t beg, taking what you give him without complaining. he never thought this would happen, never thought you’d fuck him like this. all the nights he’s spent fisting his cock to the thought of you can’t compare to this, even if you’re practically ignoring him. he lets out a shaky breath, his blunt nails digging into the skin of your hips.

“won’t you tell me how bad you want this, my pretty baby?”

he fights off a moan, biting the inside of his cheek before he speaks, “want this so bad, thought of you so much and i just- just wanna cum.”

“aw,” you pout, “all you wanna do is cum? thought you wanted to hang out with me, too.”

he quickly shakes his head, sitting up a bit more straight, “n-no! i do! i like you so much, i want to be with you, want you to fuck me!”

a wry smile appears on your face, “that’s all i needed to hear, baby.”

you almost pull off of him before slamming your hips down. he lets out a loud cry, his hips chasing yours as he tries desperately not to cum so fast. he can’t let this end, can’t let the sight of you on top of him go. you look down at him with hooded eyes, your gaze and how good you feel against him making his face go hot.

his glasses become foggy, the sight of your teasing smile getting lost behind the fog. he whines out in embarrassment, the back of his hand reaching up to messily wipe away at the fog. he shoves his glasses a little too hard, too focused on how your warm walls suck him in deeply.

you laugh out at his crooked glasses, cooing as you fix them, “you’re so excited, so excited that you're drooling and being all clumsy.”

he nods, not trusting his shaky voice. it fails though, feeling your thumb press against his mouth, swiping at the drool that’s slipped out. he wasn’t even aware he was drooling, your body pressed against him being almost too much for him to handle. he can feel your nipples against his chest, his back arching to meet press harder against your chest.

your thumb traces his bottom lip, “suck.”

he listens, two of your fingers sliding into his mouth as he swirls his tongue around them. you’re all over him, he wants to stay like this forever. he might just be a little too obsessed with you like this, taking all that you want from him as he sits there, allowing you to do whatever.

your fingers slide out of his mouth, opting to trail under his shirt, moving to his chest. he lets out a loud whimper as he feels your wet fingers toy with his nipples. he can’t help how his hips stutter against you, the stimulation becoming too much. he can feel how tears begin to build in his eyes, pleasure consuming him.

“doesn’t this feel so nice?” you realize he’s not listening to you, watching him moan freely as his hands grip your thighs. you slow down your pace, grinding down on his cock as you try to ignore how his tip hits your sweet spot. you pinch his nipple, his chest arching into yours as he almost cums on the spot.

“pay attention to me,” you whine, “or else i’ll make myself cum on your cock and leave you here all by yourself.”

he lets out a shaky breath, “s-sorry. it just feels too good, you fuck me so good.” his eyes look up at you, losing focus as he sees the grin on your face. he has to tell himself to pay attention, tries to refocus as your hips begin to bounce against him again. the sound of skin against skin, the harsh sting of your nails digging into his skin making his cock twitch. he loves it all.

he realizes he’s crying when you press kisses against his cheeks, tongue swiping out to lick them up. you can feel his warm breath fan across your face, whispers of your name filling the little space between the both of you. when you lean back, his eyes bore into yours, “can i please cum? wanna fill you up…”

you smile, hand reaching up to wipe a stray tear off his cheek. you clean his glasses for him, wiping them against his shirt before placing them back on his nose. he thanks you, hips pushing inside of you, trying to remind you what he really wants. you move his hands back to your hips, feeling how he grips at the flesh, taking you all in.

“i’ll give my baby whatever he wants.”

you hear him whisper out a small thank you as you move faster, feeling how restless he’s become. he doesn’t care about how loud he’s being, doesn’t care about how much he might seem like a desperate loser right now. none of it matters when you’re here right now, your eyes watching his face, drinking up all his sounds.

when he realizes he’s close to cumming, he moves his hands up to your waist and pulls you close to him. his eyes look into yours before deeply kissing you. it’s messy, tongues moving against each other as drool slides down your chin. you can feel how hot his face is, imagining how his glasses are probably fogged up again.

you don’t care, feeling his hands reach for whatever he can grab as his hips rut into yours as he cums inside of you. spurts of cum shoot into you, his cock twitching with every movement you make. he’s moaning into your mouth, trying to fight off the overstimulation as you cum around his cock, fueled by his pretty moans and face.

he tries to push at your hips, but they move on their own as you ride him. his spent cock twitches inside of you, the pain bleeds into pleasure as you fuck yourself onto him. he can feel you slow down, pulling out of him. he realizes that it’s all over, suddenly wanting you close again. he moans out, “don’t want this to end, want you here, wan’ you to use me whenever. please, please don’t go.”

“why can’t we go for a round two?” you grin.

[fairlyang]

Miss me🕷️

w/c: 734

tags: 18+ smut. so horny for ur bf, voice kink, masturbating, light teasing, phone sex, dirty talk, mutual masturbation

a/n: maybe a part 2 where its phone sex again but w mig initiating it.... maybe

imagine getting horny while on the phone with your bf miguel after not being able to see each other for a few weeks…

you couldn't help but get horny when just listening to his voice as he was talking about who knows what happened in the lab with whoever he was with. your brain couldn't even comprehend anything he was saying, just focus on how pretty his voice was.

you'd just let out little "uh huh"s and "right.." so he knew you were on the other end. meanwhile you bit your lip and let a hand fall between your thighs. 

you slid your hand under your shorts and immediately started to rub your clit as he rambled on. your eyes rolled back with the instant pleasure from your fingers, miguel still talking in your ear. "mhm then what happened?" you asked, already breathless. 

he continued on and you were in the clear so you kept going. 

his tone changed to frustration and it was just the motivation to move your fingers faster. you really couldn't help being hopelessly and utterly in love with everything about him, his voice especially. 

his voice was the only one that drove you madly insane and had the ability to have you how you were now, desperate and insatiable. his voice was not only good for giving you orgasms but amongst other things like helping you sleep. which was the whole point of this call, to help you sleep but your brain had other ideas.

you felt your wetness seep through the fabric of your panties and you slowly pulled them to the side, spreading your legs and just dipping a finger between your folds. immediately drenched. 

you only prayed he couldn't hear it but that was an impossible ask given how wet his voice makes you.

he stopped talking and it was just utter silence. 

you stopped for a second just to check if he hung up but noticing he didn't, you kept going slowly. somehow even that just felt loud so you went even slower. 

suddenly you hear him chuckle and you realize the jig was up.

"did you miss me that bad baby?" he murmured, making you whimper and just nod your head as if he were there.

"use your words my love." he purrs and you sink into your pillow.

you started rubbing your clit and let little moans leave your lips before you respond, "fuck yes I-I missed you so bad-" you whimpered again making him awe.

"my poor baby.. getting so needy just hearing me talk huh?" he coos softly earning himself more pretty moans from you.

"pobrecita.." he whispers and you felt your wetness drip down. (poor girl)

you closed your eyes and went faster not being capable of responding. meanwhile his breath was becoming heavy and you could hear wet noises from his end too. 

"también te extraño nena.. ni te lo imaginas." he moans out making you cry out. (i miss you too baby… you cant even imagine.)

you thrusted your hips up and went as fast as you could. you were already feeling close and you needed that release.

"doing so good for me nena.. don't fucking stop." he murmurs and the noises on his end become louder as well.

"need you so bad baby." you whimpered, making him groan.

"i know baby, i know. just a little while longer and you won't have to use your own fingers." he says and chuckles.

"need all of you. miss your mouth on me… your hands touching, groping me…" you murmur and grind your hips up desperately. 

"yeah baby? miss me kissing your neck while i squeeze your perfect fucking tits?" he murmurs then moans at the same time as you.

"y-yes- fuck-" you let out, subconsciously squeezing your legs together and feeling that coil in your stomach about to burst. 

"baby im gonna-" you start then stop, letting out a gasp as he moans into your ear, "good girl baby, cum for me.. just like that.." 

you cried out as your orgasm hit you hard and he groaned along with you, his own hitting him at the same time with his load landing on his stomach. your legs shook, your heart was racing, and you could barely hold the phone to your ear. he then started whispering sweet things in your ear and you finally ended up falling asleep.

part two

[ningvory]

could i suggest this time.. g!p aespa 5th member with all the other members 😵‍💫 i think it’d be cute to see them all possessive over reader.. thank u and ur stories r so.. cute and amazing

parings: dom!aespa x 5th member!g!p!reader

warnings: anal, pegging, riding, overstimulation, recording, facesitting, pussy eating, bondage, butt plugs, cum eating, corruption, monster cocks, strap-ons, manipulation, squirting

they would take advantage of your innocence so much! telling that your balls would burst if you don’t let them use you! they knew you would believe them because you were so inexperienced and why would your unnies lie to you? don’t they want the best for you?

the first time they made you cum, they were all over you! jimin would be stroking your cock telling you praises while aeri was sucking on your tip, tongue circling around it and drinking up all you gave her! minjeong would be sucking on your balls while ning was fingering your ass!! it would be so much that you would be cumming so much into aeri’s mouth! they kept doing this until your finally corrupted into their little fucktoy! they would tell you that you can’t jerk your dick off when they’re not around punish you if you did!!

whenever rina was horny she would pull you to the couch and forcefully ride you, suffocating you with her tits making your loud whines muffle into her plush tits! she would overstimulate you so much that you were shooting blanks up into her and she would be squirting all over your spent cock, making a mess on your pelvis! rina would make you fill her up with your seed!! <33

aeri would forcefully push you to the bed and immediately sit on your face, telling you to be a good girl and eat her out. aeri would be recording herself stroking your dick off while she was practically smothering her ass on your face, moving around on your face like you were a chair! you would be so good for her though, using your tongue to pull orgasms out of her while you finally came all on her fingers! she would get off your face and would be met with the sight of your wet puffy lips and her cum all over your face. she would think you’re so cute, snapping a few photos of your messy face, telling you that you did a good job and you’ll be rewarded! <33

i think minjeong would be so needy! pinning you to the bed as she began to ride your cock so fast making you arch your back and moan out because your cock was so overwhelmed! she would grip your neck, cutting off your airflow and telling to you to take it, making you let out strangled moans!! minjeongie would be so in love with your tits that she would suck on them so much while she was riding you! your cock was so overstimulated that you were shooting blanks into her warm cunt! minjeong would get off your cock and let it spill out of her and onto your cock and pelvis, moaning at the sight before she sits between your legs and lap up all of your seed making you jerk up into her mouth! :((

ning is sooo freaky! she would make you jerk your dick off while she was pushing a dildo into your ass! ning would peg you so much! stretching your tight hole with the biggest dildo’s she has! she would buy a monster cock for this purpose, wanting to fill your tight ass with the monster cock! ning would buy pink cock rings and would make you wear them while she was using her monster cock strap-on to pound into your ass, you would be crying and whining to her that it was too much while she was abusing your tight hole but you just ended up cumming so much til you were just shooting blanks and babbling incoherent words! she would fuck you until you’re brain dead and pin you to the bed and ride your spent cock! she would tell you to let her ride you while she was tweaking at your nipples watching how tears were spilling out of your eyes from the overstimulation!! :((

when they punished you, they would tie you up in a starfish position to the bed, deeming you unable to move and completely at their mercy! aeri would take your face while rina was riding your cock, milking it for all it’s worth. minjeong would be riding your abs and sucking at your tits, making a mess on your tummy and ning would be pushing her monster cock into your ass and suck on your balls! it was so overwhelming that you were cumming so much into jimin, forming a belly bulge in her tummy! they would take turns riding your spent cock, making sure that your cock was spent. they would start pegging you with a strap on filled with their cum! your ass would be stuffed with so much of their cum it was spilling out so they plugged you up with a buttplug! it hurt so much but you couldn’t get enough of it!! <33

[buckleyx]

hii! first off I love your blog ♡ you’re so talented and soo kind and your blog just gives such a welcoming vibe <33

If you’re looking for a request, I would love a angsty with a fluffy ending imagine with eddie diaz x reader if you’d like..? maybe like reader gets hurt somehow and eddie is all worried and sad (the 118 is too of course), cause I love me some eddie angst ♡ thank you sm <33

STAY AWAKE FOR ME E.D

the gif i used is not mine! all credit goes to the owner!

Author’s note: AWHHH YOU'RE SO KIND DJFBBF. The way i started giggling when i read this, thank you so much darling !! (Also ur pfp is so cute) <33

I'm also such a sucker for Eddie angst hehe, aren't we all tbh

Eddie Diaz x gender!neutral reader

Warnings: major injuries, explosions, blood loss, car crash and ANGSTTT

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"Noo not now!" Buck whined at the ringing alarm bell. The food on his spoon almost close enough to touch his lips. You giggled, grabbing a piece of bread and putting it in your mouth before running off to get your uniform on. Eddie waited for you at the truck, your helmet already in his hands, leaning against the red door so you can get in first. "Hello handsome." You teased as you climbed in. His cheeks flushed, playfully rolling his eyes as he gave you the helmet with your name on. The door closed behind him and at a fast speed the truck started moving.

"What are we looking at, cap?" Eddie asked throught the combs. His eyes landed on you. You were sitting in front of him, your seatbelt thigtend against your chest, your hand resting on the mental part so that when you arrived you would be quick to unbuckle it.

"Car accident." Bobby replied, looking at his team throught the rearview mirror. "It's not gonna be pretty."

You took a deep breath as you caught Buck nervously shuffling in his seat. Calls like these almost always meant a heavy outcome.

Eddie brushed his foot against yours, a wordless gesture of asking if your were okay. You nodded, smiling at his concern. "I can't wait when we are finished with this shift." You admitted. "I wanna finally eat."

"Oh, same here y/n." Buck agreed. "I'm starving." Eddie's mouth curled up in a small smile, refusing to keep his eyes of you. He admired your succesfull attempt to make the mood a bit lighter since he knows you aren't keen on heavy silences.

Once you arrived at the scene, you patiently awaited captain's orders. Two cars where smashed into each other as the third laid further down on it's back. Four people where involved with one victim who's injuries were already fatal. The team moved quickly as you were the first to arrive at the scene.

"Eddie, Y/n?" Bobby yelled. "Go look at the car further down and give me an update."

You quickly sprinted over to the upsidedown car, gear in hand and Eddie next to you. A man, about 30, layed unconscious in his car seat. The seatbelt stopping him from completely falling to the ground. You tried your best to examine him in his current situation. But the door had blocked all your access, luckily the man had his window open. You kneeled down so you could feel for a heartbeat. "I got a pulse!" You yelled, feeling the skin under your finger move in a slow pace. "We'll need a neck brace and an IVE. Can you call for extra backup to get him out?"

Eddie nodded, rushing to the truck while updating dispatch and Bobby on the current situation.

Your brain was looking at all the different options to get the man safely out. In your head you had already sawn off the door and got the backup to help you get him back down. But in reality it would be taking a bit longer so you had to find a way to keep him alive until then.

You were deep in thought until Eddie's screams pulled you back out. You looked over at him. He was running towards you but yelling for you to get back. In a split second your brain switched and you were hearing clearly what he was saying. "The motor!" He yelled. "It's gonna explode."

You were still positioned on the ground, you tried crawling back but a hand suddenly grabbed your uniform, stopping you from moving. "I'm sorry. I'm sorry." You cried, looking at the passenger who had just woken up. His grip was ferm and before you knew it there was an explosion. Your body flew to the side. A stabbing pain in your side and a pounding headache made it unable for you to get back up.

Oh no. You though, seeing the ground underneath you turn into a puddle of blood.

"Y/n? Y/n!" Eddie cried, falling to his knees, his hands shaking. He tried whiping away the blood from your face, stroking some hair behind your ear before grabbing your cheeks in his hands. "Oh honey. Oh god."

"Eddie?" You breathed weakly, noticing the blood on his clothes. "Are you okay."

The firefighter tried to staunch the blood on your side while panicked breaths left his lips. His eyes were red and full of terror. "Eddie, I'm fine. I promise." You mumbled, not fully processing how bad it was. You weakly grabbed onto the hem of his shirt. The blood on your hands left a red stain the shape of you fingerprints. Oh. It isn't his blood that he was covered in. Your vision started to blurry, breathing started to hurt, your ears were ringing and your head was pounding so hard you were afraid your heart was gonna burst out of your body.

"Just look at me." Eddie assured. As he watched the rest of the team help him out with stopping the blood from leaving your body. You looked down at the nagging pain. A sharp piece of metal was struck right through your side. Looking at it made it worse. The pain was stronger then ever. "Hey look at me. You're alright." Eddie grabbed your hand, squeezing it as hard as he could. He was trembling over his words but you didn't care. All you could think about was him. His eyes. His beautiful eyes being filled with worry. "I'm sorry." You cried. "I'm so sorry." You sobbed, your free hand grabbed his shirt again. You where terrified, completely terrified and all you wanted to do was sink into his arms and never let go. "I'm so tired, Eddie."

"I know baby. I know. But you gotta keep looking at me. Let me see those pretty eyes." You couldn't help the hot tears streaming down your face. Your breathing became more shallow and your eyelids more heavy. It was getting harder to stay awake. You tried. You really tried. Eddie was mumbling to keep you awake but you couldn't hear anything cleary at this point. Hen secured the piece of metal that was crushed into your side. She and the team helped you on a curney while Eddie kept by your side. Your hands still locked into each other.

You felt so weak and in so much pain. You saw the sky moving above you as they rolled you to the ambulance. You vaguely heard your panicked colleges and conversations over dispatch but it was all too foggy to clearly hear what they were saying.

The sky looked pretty that night. The stars seemed to be perfect. But you were tired. And ready to go to sleep.

You were awoken by a soft buzzing sound and some distant chatter that you couldn't make out. Opening your eyes seemed harder then you rememberd. Your eyelids felt heavy. You started flickering them until you were used to the white light that the room illuminated.

Your throat felt afwul and there was still a sharp pain on your side but this time more bearable. Your eyes closed shut a few times again and here and there you drifted back into a deep slumber.

Once you slept off your anesthesia you were able to think again. You opened your eyes and tried to locate were you where. You fell a soft hand touching yours and after you carefully tilted your head, you saw your tired boyfriend sitting next to you. His hair was a mess and his head was resting on your bed. He was snorring a little and you smiled at the peaceful state he looked in. A nurse walked into the room. He greeted you but lowered his voice once he saw Eddie sleeping.

"He has been here quite a while." The nurse admitted while they checked your obs. "How are you feeling?"

You carefully nodded your head. "I'm fine. Could be better though." The nurse smiled sympathetically. Once he was done checking your vitals the doctor wandered in.

She told you they were able to successfully remove the metal and that you should be able to make a full recovery. "You did lost a lot of blood and suffered some head trauma so you'll have to take it very easy, y/n." The doctor warned. "Lot's of rest and taking it very easy. I'll let a chiropractor come and visit you once you're feeling better so they can discuss further treatment with you. For now I'll give you something more for the pain and some ice for your throat. You're very lucky, y/n. This could have taken a very different turn." She said before leaving the room to let you rest.

You took a deep breath. Your hand softly combed through the messy brown hair of the Diaz sleeping next to you. He stirred in his sleep, muttering your name a few times before realizing what was happening.

His head abruptly perked up. "You're awake." He whispered, almost not believing his eyes. He immediately sat up straight, his right hand holding yours.

"How are you feeling?" He asked.

"I'm alive." You smiled. "But I'm still starving."

Eddie let out a soft laugh, he tried his best to hide the tears that were forming in his eyes.

"You scared me y/n." He admitted. "You really did."

"I know."

Eddie leaned forward, pressing a soft kiss to your temple. He brushed some hair away, his fingers following the soft skin of your cheeck. "You're going to be okay." You were afraid and in pain but seeing him here made it for some reason go all away a little. "And once we're home I'm gonna cook you the best meal you ever had." He laughed, trying to see you crack a smile in which he succeeded.

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[planete777]

NO ROLE MODELZ・⁠｡♪ LN4

( lando norris x fem!reader )

IN WHICH. lando can't help but be addicted to y/n, high and all.

WARNINGS. 16+, smoking and getting high, suggestive-ish, just high hotness

NOTE. a small something that i needed to write about lando. will i ever write anything else? who knows. let me know what you think <3

edit: i highly appreciate all ur kind words, however this is a secondary blog so i cannot reply to comments, but rest assured, i love reading them <3

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lando feels like he's in hell. blinks once, then twice, as if the lids of his eyes would wash away the red haze that weighs upon his sight with inclemency. it remains, however, like a vision straight from an inferno, although the heat that licks at his skin burns from the inside out, shredding inches of cooperation with it, and he curses sober him for leaving his leds on a permanent ferrari hue. the open window, a leeway for cooler air, deems fruitless upon his body, probably as red as the lights that succumb him to complete disorder.

his limbs feel disassociated, flowing without a sense of control, yet it excites him vehemently. the feeling of nothing but complete euphoria meandering and intoxicating him feels so fucking good, and he doesn't want it to end.

no pressure, flying without wings, he loves it so much that he's almost addicted. finds it ironic that the fear of being so inexplicably hooked unto something dwindles away when he realises that the bad feels, really, like the opposite.

movement comes from beside him, then a few seconds later, the biting smell of smoke crawls into his nose, and if he had any prior disdain towards it, he doesn't show as his body melts with a sigh. his fingers tremble as his arm raises, and the girl beside him slots the cig between his fingers.

"you're a fucking goner, aren't you?" her words are slurred, not as much lando thinks his would be, but she still sounds confident. his lips curl upwards and he hums, turning his head to meet her too-perfect side profile, tracing every peak and dip with his eyes.

"feel like i'm fucking ascending."

"good," she assures, then as the song bleeding through his bluetooth speaker slides into another, he watches as her eyes shut and her lips smile.

he wonders how someone infiltrated with obscenity, sin, can look so beautiful drenched in red. it pulls him in, makes his heart twist like never before, and his whole being knows he needs her. she equates to freedom, to a life that stings with too much addictive liberation that lando would cry if she were to disappear.

his eyes never leave her. not when her lips move to sing the lyrics of j cole, neither when her fingers, smooth and warm, tangles in his, moving it towards her mouth before taking a drag. the view before lando is so fucking hot, his heart collapses in his chest and the bliss that wires his brain squeezes it tighter.

then he feels her body move on top of his, striking every nerve ending in his flesh and his eyes open as fast as they can in his inebriated state. she's just as high as he is, eyes red (to be frank, he can't tell whether it's from the lights or not) and nearly shut, but she grins as her hips rests on his and god, does lando's mind short circuit. there's so much friction and heat that he can't move, and he just half-liddedly stares at her as she takes another drag.

"feels good, doesn't it?" she asks, all loopy and hot. he wants to cry.

"so fucking good." his mouth moves on its own accord.

she smiles, and she's singing again.

'don't save her, she don't wanna be saved.'

then her hand moves the cig to his lips and he sucks in as much smoke as he can. it burns his throat, like an open fire tickling his insides, and he needs to cough, but doesn't, going to blow it out. as he does so, she leans forward, warm, soft lips open around his own and takes it right into her mouth.

lando feels everything and nothing. feels the way his hands come up to her waist and squeeze the flesh there with much familiarity, but it's also as if there's nothing there as his movements are so weak, he might as well have no hands at all. he's scorching all over, and it feels so good, so so good, that he can do nothing but close his eyes and let her continue to suck his soul out of his chest.

[cherrys-writings]

Do you have any idea when ur next fic is going to be out ?

18+ only

Missed You

You stumble through the dark halls of your family’s estate, the promise of your bed the only thing keeping awake now. You round the corner, there’s a light under your door. Silently opening the door and walking through the sitting area to your bedroom. Through the dim glow you can just make out Grayson under your blankets, fast asleep with the most adorable pout on his face. You tip-toe by, slipping into just a long t-shirt and watch him for a minute. Grayson shifts around groaning, “So wet for me. Dirty girl, you gonna let me have a taste?”

You stare, open mouthed, at your boyfriend; his mumbles pleas pushing away your fatigue momentarily.  

“It’s been too long, Dove, need you to come on my face. Won’t stop ‘til you’re crying.”

Before you know it, you’re on your knees beside his sleeping form, kissing his stomach where his shirt rumpled up. Grayson sighs, but shows no sign of waking. You lean down to kiss your way up his neck, quietly giggling at how responsive he is, leaning his head to the side asking for more. Slowly, you kiss and nip your way to his ear murmuring, “Wake up, Gray.” 

After an eternity, he stirs, hands tangling in your hair, “You’re home,” his voice raspy, “I wanted to be the first person to see you when you got back, Dove.” 

He kisses you long and slow, like he could make the moment last forever. You pull away, resting your forehead against his, “Were you having a good dream?”

Grayson’s eyes widen, instead of responding, he pulls you down for another searing kiss. Tongue sliding against yours, savoring the soft gasps that escape. He groans when you suck his lip into your mouth, softly biting him. His hands wander down your body, squeezing your ass, sliding down the backs of your thighs, guiding your knees apart until you’re straddling him. You feel the rumble of another groan against your mouth when he realises you aren’t wearing panties and immediately grinds your soaked core against him.

 “Awe sweetheart, did hearing my dream make you all needy? You gonna let me fix that?” 

You nuzzle his neck, humming your assent and trailing open mouthed kisses along his jaw. He sits up, pulling his shirt over his head, ruffling his light hair. You let yourself stare and trace the familiar lines on his body. Grayson Hawthorne. Your Gray. It’s been too long since you’ve been this close to him. Though you memorised every inch of him, the curve of his shoulders and feel of his flushed skin against you, your sleep-addled brain needs to make sure he’s real. 

  “Now that you have me you can’t decide what you want.”Grayson gently lifts your chin with his finger, “How about you sit on my face, Dove? I need to feel you gushing all over me, taste you for real. Please.”

Your mouth collides with his, pushing him down on the mattress, hungerly silencing whatever filthy words were about to follow. He could make you come by his words alone. Pulling away and smirking at his lust blown eyes, you shuffle up his body, resting your hands on the headboard. Impatiently, Grayson hooks his arms around your thighs, tugging you down to him. Moaning at how tightly he presses you against his face, tongue slowly moving against your folds. Gray’s groans send sparks up your spine, arousal pooling against his mouth. He circles your clit with his tongue, the lightest touch making you writhe against his hold, it’s somehow too much and not enough. Grayson has an iron grip on your thighs, firmly keeping me seated when he seals his lips around your clit, sucking harshly. 

“Grayson,” you wail, nearly doubling over, your hands tangled in his hair. Tears pricking at your eyes at the tightening in your abdomen, moans falling from your lips. His name catches in your throat, white overtaking your vision. Grayson’s tongue teases your entrance, thumbs stroking your oversensitive bundle of nerves, as you fall apart above him.

“Taste better than you did in my dream, Dove,” Grayson murmurs against you. 

One isn’t enough for him. Grayson lazily drags his tongue along your slit, flicking your clit every time. You gasp, shuddering thighs clamping around his head. Vibrations from his groans send fire up your spine. Combined with his merciless tongue, you’re falling apart all over again, nearly going limp. Grayson manhandles your pleasure wracked body until you’re resting your head on his chest, unconsciously rubbing your overstimulated cunt against his bulge. 

“Fuck, I need you Gray,” you whine.

He chuckles at just how needy you’ve gotten, helping you clumsily take his pants off. Then he’s stretched above you, rubbing his cock through your folds. You watch as his leaking cockhead slides through your arousal, bumping your clit each time. 

Grayson pulls your hair back, forcing you to look at him, “you’re gonna look me in the eyes when I shove my cock into you.”

His eyes nearly black with lust hold yours as he pushes into you, groaning loudly, “fuck I missed this pussy.” 

Grayson rests his forehead against yours, grinding his hips slowly against yours. You wrap your legs around his waist, whining and pulling him tighter against you. Grayson continues the torturously slow rolling, barely pulling out before hitting that spot deep inside of you over and over. He bites and sucks along your neck leaving deep purple marks, pulling more broken moans from you. Grayson groans when your nails dig into his back, shallow scratches decorating his shoulder blades. 

“Love being inside you,�� he pants into your ear, “never wanna leave.” 

You let out a long wail when his hand finds your clit, rubbing tight circles. 

“That’s it, Dove. One more.” he punctuates his words with several hard thrusts, punching the air from your lungs. 

“Grayson,” your words breathy, “Grayson, ff-fuck Grayson please. Pleasepleaseplease.” 

White overtakes your vision once more as you come, scream caught in your throat, clenching hard around Grayson’s dick. Grayson bites your shoulder, silencing the moans of his own release. He continues rutting into you, whining. He rolls to his back, pulling you with him to rest on his chest, fingers trailing down your spine. You let out a small yawn, fatigue creeping back in. 

“Rest up, Dove,” Grayson whispers, “I’m not letting you leave this bed come morning.”

[sugoi-and-spice]

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Chapter Twenty-Five - Leap Without Looking

Summary: Tomura Shigaraki was her dad’s boss’s son. He was the creep that stole girls’ underwear and tried to grope her in his room. But it’s not like he could get her Dad fired just because she wouldn’t sleep with him, right? …right?

CW: Quirkless!AU, Explicit Smut, Dub-Con, Coercion, Blackmail, Cheating, Sexual Guilt, Humiliation, Unhealthy Relationships, Virginity Kink, Groping, Power Play, Hate to Love, Emotional Manipulation, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Self-Harm, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Implied/Referenced Animal Death, Slow Burn, Misogyny

Notes: Happy 2024 friends! We have officially crossed the 600 page threshold with this fic and my husband has informed me that in that amount of words, I could've finished three novels by now... I think I've spent my time wisely on this xD

Anyway, thanks as always for following the progress of my long-ass, over-emotional dub-con fic!

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[excerpt]

What was she doing? No seriously, what the hell was she doing?

That’s all she could think as she paced anxiously in her living room. She hadn’t even planned on calling Shigaraki, her fingers had just moved before her brain could. She’d been so worried about leaving him hanging the way she had at the arcade, that he was going to do something drastic, she knew she needed to get back to him as soon as possible. That action, she didn’t kick herself too much for.

But then he had texted her.

Shigaraki

[on the train]

[b @ ur place in 20]

She should’ve corrected him. Told him to meet her at a restaurant or a train station or a diner. Wait, yeah! A diner! That’s what she’d told him earlier, they’d go to a diner! A public, safe place that would pose a much lower risk of clothes being lost (although, not a zero chance, she admitted bitterly as she remembered one of their last serious talks over dinner). 

But no, she’d been too preoccupied trying to work out what to say, that when she’d finally gotten her head put on straight, about fifteen minutes later, she’d found a new reason to lose it. Tomura Shigaraki was going to be in her house, in the middle of the night, when her parents weren’t home. 

Nevermind the rather important question regarding how exactly he knew her address already, just what expectation was she setting with that?! Especially right after telling him that she and Mirio broke up. There’s no way Tomura Shigaraki of all people was coming over with anything other than sex on the brain. 

All of the fully rehearsed words she’d had suddenly didn’t feel sufficient anymore. This was way more serious than she was ready for. It was all happening way too fast. She didn’t even know what she wanted. She hadn’t even had the courage to fully admit to herself that she had very serious feelings for him, didn’t even know if she wanted to date him, so just what the hell was she supposed to say now in her house?!

Her heart just about beat out of her chest when the doorbell rang. That terrible cheerful little jingle that signaled the demise of her self-control. What was going to happen when she opened that door? How could she stop whatever he tried to make happen?

Especially when it was something she deep down really wanted to happen.

Luckily, she didn’t have to think of a solution. Because when she opened the door, she did not find Tomura Shigaraki holding flowers or video games or ready to sweep her off her feet (and into her bed). She saw him instead, hunched over panting, soaked to the bone, and not wearing shoes.

“O-Oh my god!” she practically shrieked.

“I didn’t bring anything,” was all he managed to say through heaving breaths. 

As if she would’ve expected him to bring a home gift under normal circumstances, let alone when he was hunched over and dripping onto her welcome mat.

She huffed in confused exasperation and pulled him into the house by the front of his sopping wet shirt, “Get in here right now!”

“W-Wow. It’s warm…” he muttered, looking around the living room in a daze as she closed the front door behind him.

“Yeah, I’m sure!” she snapped, “What happened to you?!”

“You said you wanted to talk in person.”

“So what, you ran all the way from Roppongi?!” she demanded.

He looked away, a blush dusting his cheeks, “I took the train too…”

She shook her head in disbelief, “You’re not even wearing shoes…”

Before he could say anything more, embarrassing himself further, she pressed a hot hand to his neck with a quickness that had him shuttering out a sigh. But she didn’t notice what she was doing to him. 

(She never truly did, did she?)

“Oh my God, you’re freezing!” she grabbed his shirt suddenly again, this time pulling it straight up over his head, “Take these off— take them off now!”

It all happened too fast for either of them to really process or be embarrassed about. She peeled his clothes off piece by piece, all while shoving him frantically down the ever-warmening hallway of her home. At some point he blinked and found himself stripped down completely and standing alone in the middle of her bathroom, fluffy beige towel in hand.

Shigaraki blinked as he finally had a coherent thought for what seemed like the first time in the last five hours. That thought being that when he’d pictured himself naked in her house, this is not the way he’d thought it’d go. 

He looked around the room, still in a bit of a daze. It was a typical Japanese bathroom, a nice one, he supposed, with its auto-filling tub and real tile, notably not laminate. But it was cozy (the nice way of saying small) and the only one for the whole household. The whole house seemed to be that way, from the quick glimpse he saw of it all. Simple, modest, warm. Quite a difference from his own luxurious and picture-perfect, but admittedly cold household. 

It surprised him a bit, the modest part. Though maybe it shouldn’t have. The more he learned about her and her family, the clearer it was that maybe she wasn’t as overtly privileged as he’d once assumed, as he was used to. Sure her family was comfortable, but there was a much wider gap between them, the family that packed onigiri and Don Quixote-purchased lawn chairs for swim meets, and he who had a Kurogiri at his every beck and call.

By the time he got to running his fingers along her slew of floral body washes and shampoos, he couldn’t help but shake his head and laugh over the situation. The ridiculousness of it all. How panicked he’d been, how undoubtedly panicked she’d been waiting for him. How all of it seemed to go instantly out the window the moment she saw him and had something all new to worry over. No, not just something. Someone. Him. Him and his well-being. 

Well wasn’t that something new.

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[astorytotellyourfriends]

oooh smth i’ve been thinking abt is chrissy doing some skincare on eddie and him obvs loving being pampered (him getting an affection boner is optional lmao but he would)

mj!!!! your mind!!!! i love it!!!! i'm kissing ur big beautiful brain rn 😘

The bathroom countertop has never been this covered. There's little bottles and containers everywhere, and Eddie's pretty sure he didn't know most of this shit even existed, let alone what to do with any of it.

"Sit down, please!" Chrissy says with a smile as she corrals him over to the toilet, where she's already put the lid down, and Eddie snorts a little.

"Starting to think you might be a witch, sweetheart," he teases as he picks up a bottle at random and glances over the ingredient list. "Gonna make some fancy potion to make me fall in love with you?"

"Already did," she quips, her smile brightening before she pecks a kiss to his cheek.

Eddie catches her before she can pull away too fast, getting in a proper kiss before she squeals and dislodges her mouth from his with a shy little whimper of his name.

"You said you'd behave!"

"Yeah, yeah," he replies as he licks his lips. "Go on, do your worst."

It starts with a fluffy pink headband to keep his hair off of his face. Then it's a warm washcloth pressed to his skin--which, admittedly, feels great--followed by some kind of scrub that smells nice but makes his nose itch. It's a relief when she wipes it all away, but what comes next is something cold and wet that he was definitely not prepared for.

"Don't move!" she shrieks as Eddie shies away from her touch. "I don't wanna get this in your hair."

"What is it--"

"It's a mask, hold still!" Chrissy huffs. "Eyes closed!"

After a while, she stops touching his face. He hears the shuffle of her feet along the floor of the bathroom, and Eddie peeks at Chrissy through one open eye when he hears the faucet running. Her hair is similarly pulled back from her face but as far as he can tell, she hasn't applied anything to her face yet. As he turns his head to get a look at himself in the mirror, he's faced with a reflection he definitely doesn't recognize.

His face is covered in a green goop that clashes horrendously with the headband, and he can't help but burst into laughter.

"Eddie!"

"What is this stuff?"

"Don't touch it!" Chrissy snags his hand before he can press even one finger to his cheek. "You have to let it sit for ten minutes."

"I look ridiculous."

Chrissy huffs as she climbs onto his lap, wrapping his arms around her waist as she settles herself into a comfortable position.

"You'll thank me when your skin feels nice and soft and refreshed," she says, giving him that knowing sort of smile that makes him go all tingly.

Though, honestly, that could also just be from her sitting about two inches away from his dick.

"Mhmm," he says, letting his eyes drop down to her mouth. "But what if I wanna kiss you?"

"Well..." Chrissy presses her lips together, her cheeks going a little pink as she tries not to laugh, "you're gonna have to wait."

Eddie groans. "I don't wanna wait."

He tries to lean in but she leans back, scolding him through a fit of giggles.

"C'mon!"

"No!"

She tries to scramble off of his lap but he doesn't let her get away, which means they end up in a tumble down on the bathroom floor and Eddie presses little gooey kisses all over her face as she shrieks with laughter.

"Just sharing the love, baby," he teases as he admires his work: her cheeks now smeared with the green goop from his face.

"I should've known," she mumbles as she wipes away the mask around his mouth before drawing him into a real kiss.

[insomniakisses]

A/n. The ask is split up into 2 and then again per member excluding yuna obvi… enjoy! Also not me using my friends amazing brain for yet another ask

Cocks ~

Yeji

I feel like yeji has a kinda of tan dick and very blushed balls

And they hang low

With almost no hair

sometimes accidentally she sits on them

when wearing joggers or leggings u can see them

has to tape them up in her compression shorts for performances

Lia

Lia is a little below average

And her pubs are in the shape of a heart

And her reason for it is when you give her head it’s so you know she loves you

I feel like she has balls that are pretty close to her cock rather than hanging down idk 🤔

Thier still viable but not like the other girls

Like she doesn’t have the problem of accidentally sitting on them

but no matter how high up and small they are there so full of cum

And she most definitely likes when you play with them

Ryujin

I dont feel like ryu is particularly hung

like somewhere in between

I feel like ryu has a cute cock head idk y

You just always like to kiss it before going down on her

Makes her eyes flutter shut

And cock twitch

She likes running her hand in your hair when you do it

chaeryeong

I think chaer has a bigger dick than her members or atleast one of the biggest

Yes and it has a good weight to it

Yes and it has a good weight to it

Just to tease her a little you like to give it a squeeze

Will moan and throb under your touch before snapping out of it and pushing into you

Feel like her balls are on the small side but there not all that tucked up

Their not so close together they have a little space between each other

Its about a finger tick gap maybe half

And if your sucking her off or in missionary and shes gonna cum grab her balls and play with them

She also loves the sound of them slapping against you

And when you’re knotted if you rub between her balls and her ass she’ll cum a little bit more

During sex ~

Yeji (+ ryu & Lia bonus at the end sorta)

If shes horny then She looking to see where u are to drag u home

Imagine this look;

Nothing else matters right now if your in my way you better move

Staff clearing outta the way like “oh shit shes coming”

No matter where your at in room you can smell her coming

Shes releasing such dominance and all her pheromones u stop mid convo and just stare

She wraps her arms around you when makes it over to you

Probably kisses tour neck and whispers the dirtyest things into ur ear as she pulls you as close as possible grinding slightly

And you just place your hand on it

She gets riled up to the max

Has to be reminded ur not at home yet

Drags you to the van so you guys can go home already

Ryu Bonus ⬇️

But Ryujin being a little shit and taking her time

Shes just smirking as she saunters to the van stoping to take selfies and pretend to tie her shoe. Yeji locking her jaw and tapping her nails impatiently

Ryu acting confused when she gets in the car

Fake innocent confused face “yeji wats wrong? U look a little… mad?” The others laughing

Yeji giving her the death stare

Litterally as intimidating as a baby kitten and ryu just laughs at her And winks at you

Honestly has that shit eating grin the whole ride cause shes such a little shit u have to stop yeji from throttling her

She’s only doing it so yeji will go hard on you so she can jerk off to it

ryu only after her own pleasure, the harder yeji goes the louder you are the better she can jerk off

Lia Bonus ⬇️

Yeji likes sharing you with lia

And she likes to compete with her to see who can fill you with more cum

She totally competes omg there both so determined and its so hard cause lia comes so fast

And the person who cums the less to wear a cock cage the next day

No cause yeji wearing a cock cage is so cute cause she scrunches her face up everytime she catches it

But lia is all whiney and pouty and probably still cums in the cockcage cause if how sensitive she can get

Lia

I feel like lia has rlly sensitive nipples too and like if she got them pierced playing with them makes her cum sooooo fast

She just loves when you tug on them

her back arches and her cock twitches so bad and her moans turn into high whines 🥺

When it’s over she likes to cuddle up to you and just purr

Yes she litterally cuddles up to you sm like nuzzling into your neck and just ugh shed be So cute 😭🥺🥺🥺

Make sure to pet her head

cause if u play with her hair she falls asleep Sooooo fast 🥺🥺🥺

Like 🥺 is she naked? Yes is she basically a dead weight on you? Yes but is she the cutest little thing? YES 🥺🥺

Don’t even think about moving because your not

If she wakes up and u r gone she gets so sad :(

And when you get back now you have to sleep with her cock in you

She litterally wont take no for an answer, you left her you pay the price and thats her draped over you, cock inside you and her face in your neck

U can only leave when she says

She a horny little shit so even in her sleep she’ll start thrusting in the middle of the night

she gets so horny that she could be in deepest if sleep and still her hips will buck and she will shoot loads of cum into u.

You’ve leaned to sleep through it tbh, both of you wake up to her still hard and your cunt full of cum

Being with her you better hope that your birth control works otherwise you 100% are going to have her pups

I feel like its a real worry to get the best birth control because the amount she comes and the amount she likes to just keep her dick in you and fill you its ALOT

of course later on after her idol career its great if you two actually try for pups cause it wont take that long

Your probably going to have like 4 kids

The amount she cums means birth control is the only option or you’d go threw so many condoms a day

Oh definitely its gonna be pretty much everytime u fuck u end up with a kid cause sex with lia is an all day event

Let’s just say she’s had to buy a new bed 3 times and it’s going to be 4 because you definitely heard something crack the other night

But the thing is the bed could fall apart and shes still gonna fuck you till shes sated enough to care about the broken bed

You have a name to name basis relationship with the ikea employee that u buy your bed from practically every few months

They worried for y’all ngl

And the make and model that you get is on file

Like u walk in and hes like “the usual?”

And lia has NO SHAME

She just skips in,

Smile on her face

And pulls out her card pays and leaves like its nothing

The mangers are always wondering why she has to replace the bed so much

But do they ask? No. Cause they know that no amount of curiosity is gonna be worth knowing that answer

They especially don’t want to know with the way that she looks at you

Shes just insatiable like if she needs to she will make out with u infront of staff and its full on MAKE OUT

They’ve definitely had to drag her away on more than one occasion

Like she has to perfom in less than five minutes and shes ready to fuck u then and there

She doing what dogs do

Like she has no idea what her hips are doing

She could be hugging or kissing u and her hips are just jerking. She’s basically humping u

Depending on the outfit is how she fucks you

This outfit;

she fucks you hard

But!

If she’s wearing a cute outfit she just wants to make soft love

This is her “im jelous and im gonna ruin u” face;

And if you ask what you did all she’s going to say is you know what you did

Like if she looks at U this way there is no forgiveness, no second chance or way out and you know it

You have exactly 5 seconds to get over to her or your punishment is worse

And you try and make it less by placing little kisses all over her face and neck

If u try her patience and give her a look back then she will drag you over to her

But if you walk over to her and place kisses to her face and neck. Shes gonna let you, it might ease ur punishment but she might need a little more than that

Ryujin

sex is ryus priority and she doesnt much care for quickies tbh

She wants to fill you up as much as possible

she loves filling u and then fucking her cum deeper, plus once shes started fucking u her head just spins and she cant help but give you everything in her

It’s not even about getting you pregnant she just wants you to have everything that she can give you and it’s an add bonus that other alphas can smell her

I feel like in her mind the harder she fucks you and the longer she cums in you and covers your neck in kisses the harsher her scent on u is and the more it can ward off people

Also she loves the look on people face when they can clearly smell her ALL OVER you

That smirk on her face as they walk by

staff get embarrassed cause of how obvious it is u 2 just fucked

compression shorts aggravate her

she finds having her cock confined and stuck to be uncomfortable and painful

fucks you or asks you to suck her off

turns into a whole sex session and shes always late or misses practice performances

Chaeryeong

Waits for u

Imagine getting home and seeing that;

You don’t know if you done something bad or she wants to fuck you

And she just tells you to strip and ur like “am i getting fucked or punished”

She loves having it be a mystery

She tells you afterwards

Likes to see if ull admit to doing something wrong she doesnt know abt

Your so confused you don’t know if it’s because you ate something without her or if it’s because you accidentally got your coworker’s scent on you

Like you’d shift a little and try to discretly sniff to see if someoen scented you and she just looks so amused as u figure it out

And when you smell it you start apologizing but she just thinks you look so damn cute

Like ur apologising rapidly, eyes wide and she just coos at you before pulling you onto the bed

And just fucks you slowly looking at you with a loving look the whole time

slow thrusts and soft wet kisses, love in her eyes and she scents you because she knows her baby had no idea what had happened

When she finishes it’s with you on her lap and she just holds you for an hour

But you can still feel her pulsing

Her cock pulses deep inside you while she wraps u in a tight hug, nuzzling and kissing at ur neck

And when you move she just looks at you to make you stop

You move or go to get up and she gives u this look and u know to stop immediately. Then she kisses u sweetly like a silent “well done”

So you just play with her hair and now you have her chuffling

The sound is such a deep yet soft one. might even flicker her eyes closed and just hold u completely content

And then just falls asleep on you

But u cant be mad cause its such a soft moment

You just place kisses on her nose

[batterygarden]

I really like ur denji reader stuff!!

Was wondering if you can do a shy reader one who's just as horny as denji but is too nervous to show it

Sticky

18+ MDNI College au Denji x F!reader: Denji's first date with the shy girl from class has an unexpected outcome.

cw: vaginal sex, cunnilingus, creampie w birth control, quite a shy reader but she's a perv, she wears lingerie and a dress and jewelry, teeense of cockwarming, aged up characters. wk: 3.7k

thank u so kindly, @akicore for beta read

Denji thinks it’s weird how tense you are when you set foot through his doorway. Tugging off your shoes with shaky fingers then greeting him with stiff shoulders. You talk so quiet he has to ask you to repeat yourself twice when you ask how his day’s been. Are you nervous? He wishes he could read your mind to know why; you seemed really excited to meet over text, not to mention it was your idea to have a movie night at his place. I guess she might just like me so much that she’s… nah. Too out of my league. She’s gotta just be shy. But then…

Denji takes in your outfit. Certainly not something he’d picture the quiet girl from his class wearing to a first date. Your dress is downright tiny, Denji thinks it could fit in his pocket if he folded it, and you’re wearing thigh-high lacy stockings and is that–Denji has to force his eyes away from your thighs and the apparent garter belt hooked beneath your skirt. 

Shaking his head to clear it, Denji gives you a warm welcome, smiling his big, pointy smile before giving you the grand tour of his humble apartment. 

“Okay and that’s all the rooms! So uhh…” Why’s she gotta pull the dress down! Fuck what was I talking about! Denji narrowly stops his hand from pulling the fabric back above your cleavage so he can focus. You blink up at him with big puppy eyes while he pauses, smiling real coy like your brain’s the one moving half a mile per hour. 

“Ice cream! I got some ice cream we can eat while we watch the movie..if…uh…if you’re down.” Your grin gets a little bigger and you nod, so Denji spins fast for the freezer, glad to escape your eye contact for a second. 

You take this time to fidget with your jewelry and try to compose yourself. The truth is, you’ve had a giant crush on Denji since the beginning of the semester, and being alone with the man you’ve been fantasizing about for months now is making you feel like a deer in headlights. He seems a bit nervous too, but he’s definitely handling it better than you are; you’re worried your shyness is scaring him away. He likely went into this date knowing nothing about your personality–you’d actually been the one to ask him out after gathering the courage for a while. His answer was a quick and resounding yes, but you’re still feeling a little insecure.

“Ya like strawberry?” Denji calls from the kitchen. 

“That’s–yes!” 

Denji returns with a pint of Ben & Jerry’s and two spoons, leading the way into the living room. 

“What were you sayin’?”

“Just, that’s my favorite flavor.” 

Denji sits in the middle of the couch. “You’re kidding! Mine too.” 

He hands you a spoon while you sit next to him, much closer than he was expecting. Denji heaves a sigh and grabs the remote, turning on an unexpected arthouse film you’ve never heard of. The silence of the title screen almost vibrates in your ears. 

Denji glances at you with pursed lips, you still seem on-edge, but maybe a little calmer. 

“Can I put my arm around ya?” He suddenly asks. He’s never gone out with a shy girl before; he figures the safest bet is to be super forward.

You nod, then his arm is over your shoulders, warm and big and surprisingly toned beneath his button up. You rest your head on his shoulder–it’s an awkward position but you focus on steadying your breath and try not to move. 

He puts the ice cream container between his knees so he can open it one-handed, digging in while a character on screen writes a letter. But then he’s looking down at you with furrowed brows.

“...No chance you’re comfy like that.” He scoots his torso down a little lower. “‘S that better?”

You hum, making stupid eyes at him again. What is she thinking about??

“For real? Your shoulders are like made of wood right now.” 

You internally cringe. You try to relax your body, nuzzling your head closer to his in a way that feels more natural and whispering the quietest sorry that was ever whispered.

“No no it’s… uh it’s okay. Just was worried about your neck.” 

After a while of Denji silently watching the movie and you silently watching him through your peripheral, he holds the ice cream out to you. It’s getting slightly melty in the warm room. You go in with your spoon, but your hands are still a bit shaky and of course you end up with runny ice cream coating the front of your dress when you spill. 

Denji immediately sits up, grabbing the pint and spoons while sucking air through his teeth. 

“Shit. I’ll go grab a towel.” He half-jogs out of the room while you sit, suddenly cold from the ice cream and lack of extra body heat.

Maybe this is actually a good thing, you tell yourself. You’d honestly set out with the intention of getting fucked tonight. You just had to steel your resolve–this spill could be your opportunity to get the ball rolling. Denji returns quickly with arms bundled full of big towels. Then you’re giggling. 

Giggling? This is a breakthrough for Denji. 

“Never heard ya laugh before. What’s so funny?” 

“I don’t think I need three bath towels.”  

Denji blushes, “Oh…yeah. Guess maybe not.” He giggles with you. Then you’re standing as he wipes off your tummy, carefully avoiding your tits, despite the glob of ice cream still on them, as he tries to get as much pink out of the fabric as he can. 

“Thanks Denji, I can get the rest.” 

You take the towel and Denji averts his eyes as you thoroughly scrub your chest. You feel a little rueful, maybe you should’ve asked him to lick it off you. You shove the thought from your head; you definitely weren’t confident enough to pull that line yet. You put the towel down. 

“Actually…Denji, I think I’m just going to take this off. It’s all gross now.” 

Then it’s his turn to make stupid eyes. “Oh, like do you want a shirt?” 

“No.” 

You bite the inside of your cheek while you stare at each other for a beat. Then you’re slowly turning around. 

“Unzip me?” 

The gears in Denji’s brain just about stop. Like you’re pouring honey in his head, or no, melted strawberry ice cream, and now the cogs are all sticky. He stares at your back long enough for you to ask if he’s alright, but he doesn’t respond before his warm hand is on your shoulder, then he’s tugging the zipper down so slowly the dull click of the slider reaching the bottom makes you flinch. You face him again. 

“Um. Is this okay?” 

Denji nods vigorously. You hum while Denji’s brain goes on red alert. Okay. Okay, this isn’t what I expected to happen. Fuck what do I do.

You stare at the couch while you slide the dress straps off your shoulders, and somehow Denji is pulled back to his senses.

“Here-” he helps pull the dress off your arms then slides it to the ground. 

“Oh my god.” Denji takes a second to look at your lingerie-clad body, unable to stop himself from staring. Matching bra and panties? Coordinating stockings all strapped together? He’s never seen a woman dressed like this besides in porno mags. What do I do??

“You can touch me,” You answer his thoughts. And Denji doesn’t think twice. His hand finds your shoulder first, tracing its way down the lacy garments like they’re a map leading somewhere important. The movie plays on in the background, forgotten, as you place your hands over his and smooth them over your bra, letting your body move based on instinct and desire instead of anxiety. If Denji was caught off guard by your stripping, he doesn’t show it as his movements become more confident–holding your tits together then letting them fall, running his hands over your soft tummy and sides, squeezing your curves.

“You’re so pretty,” he mumbles, looking back to your face. Then you’re kissing him, tasting the light strawberry flavor that still lingers in his mouth. He's much gentler than you’d expected—most “desperate to please” men turned rough and assertive once you took your clothes off in your experience. He’s being sweet—it’s got you rubbing your thighs together and pouncing on him, shoving him clumsily back onto the couch. You don’t miss the small “woah” that falls from his lips when you straddle his lap immediately after. 

Then you’re on his lips again, and he’s gripping your waist for stability while your kiss finds a rhythm. It’s so desperate—both of you—clinging to each other like you can’t get enough. You eventually move your mouth to his neck, finding his pulse point and marking him with a love bite, making him whimper, before pulling away to admire your handy work. And to catch your breath. You’re both struggling for air. 

“…To be honest, I’m really surprised you’re wearin’ all this,'' Denji pants. “You didn’t seem like the type.” He takes your hand in his while he talks, playing with your rings. 

“I always wear rings…” 

Denji rolls his eyes and tugs on one of your garter belt straps, softly, like it might tear. He smiles up at you when you laugh.  

“Oh, the lacy stuff? Just thought you might like it…”

You avert your eyes as it dawns on you how bold you inadvertently were. Denji groans and abandons your hand to touch your bra again. 

“I do. Like it so much.” 

Then he’s kissing your collar bone, gentle and shy, following a bra strap down with his lips. You don’t see the blush that floods his cheeks when you push his head a bit lower, guiding him so he’s sucking your tit through the sheer fabric. You feel sticky again, this time from saliva, as Denji licks and nibbles and sucks. This is cloud 9, he thinks. 

You keep letting out little moans as he suctions onto your nipple, and soon he’s moaning with you when you tug his hair. Denji eyes you for a moment as if he’s asking for permission before scooping a hand into your bra, freeing a breast before resuming his nipple worship, and doing the same to the other one not long after. 

Then he pulls away to grab your face and hold it close to his own. 

“Y’’make the cutest sounds,” he breathes. You feel your face warm. 

“I’ll make them cuter if you take your clothes off too,” you say. A light bulb practically flickers on above Denji’s head as his eyes widen. You giggle again. 

Then he’s swiftly undoing his shirt buttons and ripping his arms out of the sleeves. He takes your hips in his hands, sliding you off his lap and onto the couch next to him so he can pull off his pants, too, leaving him in just his boxers. You give Denji a hungry look that leaves him dumbfounded. ‘S like she’s got two personalities. 

Then you’re gripping his hand, pulling him down on top of you so you’re both laying on the couch, capturing his lips and wrapping your limbs around him. 

Denji kisses like he’s savoring the taste, you kiss like you’re starving. Like you’re trying to steal the air from his lungs. Denji loves it—you make him feel flattered. It’s nice that you seem to want more of him just like he wants more of you. 

So Denji drops his hips forward, brushing against your clit deliberately while you whine into his mouth. He’s so hard, and it makes sense that he would be, but it boosts your confidence to feel it confirmed. He grinds against you again and again, making your brain cloudier with every movement. 

Soon he’s moving to your neck, trailing love bites beneath your jaw while you claw at his back, his fingers quickly tracing their way down to your panties. He rubs over them, lightly at first then with more pressure, circling your clit. It makes him happy how vocal you are throughout; he kinda expected you to be the silent type during sex stuff. 

“Hey can I take these off?” Denji asks, playing with a bow on your underwear. 

“Mhm!”

He begins tugging the fabric down eagerly, but is halted by the belts on your stockings. Denji pulls away from you, looking down at the garter like it’s a puzzle. He tries a few more tugs then scratches his chin. 

“Could ya help me?” He mumbles. 

You smile and reach down, swiftly unhooking the straps from your thigh highs before Denji is ripping your underwear down completely. 

“So pretty,” he says. He sits and stares at you for a moment, hands kneading your thighs and practically drooling at the sight before him. You’re glistening.

“Denji. Do something…” you whisper, barely audible over the volume of the tv. 

“Okay,” he breathes. Then he’s leaning down so his face is level with your pussy, sliding his hands over your hips and squeezing reassuringly. First he kisses the crease at your thigh, making you think he’s planning to tease you and take it slow, but then he immediately licks a fat stripe right through your center. You whine his name repeatedly as he starts licking in earnest, and Denji has to hook his arms around your legs to keep you still. 

It’s so sticky. Everything tonight is sticky. Denji wouldn’t want it any other way, though. You taste tangy and a little sweet, and Denji wouldn’t mind dying with this flavor on his tongue. He’s so turned on and it shows! Sucking your clit like it’s his last meal, grinding into the couch and moaning into you—it’s perfect. Like Denji was made for eating pussy. Between your thighs, Denji’s certain he was. 

When you start rocking your hips and panting, he knows you’re getting close, so he digs his fingers into your skin and rubs with his thumbs to try and soothe you throughout. 

“Can’t-can’t take it, Denji,” you almost slur your words. 

He just groans in response, sucking at the same pace he knows is working. You finish in record speed, crying out, and Denji doesn’t waste a drop of your release; he doesn’t stop licking till you have to ask him. 

Then he’s kissing his way up your body to meet your lips again, making you taste yourself. You grab and scratch at his back while you return the kiss, surely leaving him marked with red streaks. And he must like your clawing because that only makes his kissing more feral. It’s still sweet, but now he’s using his teeth. At one point he bites your lip so hard it almost hurts. 

Ugh you like him so much. He’s charming in a stupid way, like he could never trick you or treat you wrong on purpose—that’s why you asked him out. And now that you’re here you feel that energy confirmed; like his intentions are lewd but somehow still innocent. His bite only serves to make you feel yummy instead of scared… and like you want to bite him back.  

Suddenly your hand is on his chest, pushing lightly so he pulls back before he’s letting you flip him over. His grin is shit-eating when you situate yourself atop him, straddling his clothed length. But he’s blushing ear to ear.

“Are you gonna ride me?” He asks. His tone holds the unveiled excitement of a kid unwrapping an Xbox on Christmas. 

“Mhm.” 

How you’re still managing to sound a little shy at this point is beyond Denji. But then you’re scooting back and palming his erection through his boxers, making no comment of the wet spot you left on them where you sat, and causing him to suck in a sharp breath. Then he whines when you pull down the fabric to spit on his dick. 

There, Denji has his second lightbulb moment of the evening; you don’t have two personalities—you are really timid—you’re just also really horny. Horny enough to throw away your inhibitions and line him up with your entrance after just a few lazy strokes of your hand. She’s an angel. 

“‘M putting it in now,” you murmur, locking eyes with Denji. He nods with a squeeze of your hips. You sink down slow on his length, one palm flat against his chest as you hold your breath due to the stretch. You both release a shaky exhale when you finally bottom out. 

“Fuck.” Denji breathes, digging his fingers into your curves and resisting the urge to buck up into you. So wet. 

“Y’feel… you feel.. so soft.”

What Denji really wants to say is that you feel like relief. He was verging on painful levels of hard during foreplay—it’s a wonder he didn’t cum from grinding on the couch. And it’ll be a wonder if he can last long now. From your pretty expression and warm walls, to your cute breathing, to your outfit—all Denji would have to do is think a little harder and he could finish before you even started moving. He has to take a few steadying breaths and hold you down a moment so he’s certain he can last longer. 

When he lessens the pressure of his hands holding you down, you know you’re good to move. 

So you try a hesitant rock of your hips, biting your lip to hold in an early moan. You’re so full! Denji just verges on too big—but with how drenched you already are, his size is fitting perfectly. So perfect that you find yourself instantly addicted. 

You roll your hips a bit faster the next time, making Denji swear under his breath. Then again, then again, till his grip on your sides grows bruising and neither of you can hold in your whiny moans. When you peek at his face, Denji seems to be enjoying himself but he’s still holding his composure well… and what you really want is to see that composure break. 

So you switch up your movements, pushing up with your knees and hands instead of rocking, then letting yourself fall with a wet slap. It feels so nice that you can’t stop. Now you’re tucking your feet so your weight is on your toes to go faster, gaining a rhythm while Denji spasms below. 

He can’t stop himself from bucking up into you anymore, he can’t even control his voice, whimpering how you’re so hot and so tight over and over. You’re no better; your whines are probably heard throughout the whole apartment complex. Not that you care by now—Denji may be losing his composure but so are you. 

Every bounce feels delicious, his cock hitting a deep spot that has you seeing stars while his rough hands play with your tits. You can’t hear the movie anymore; it’s just fuzzy background noise behind the clapping. You can’t even feel the pain of Denji’s fingers turning aggressive, tugging and pinching your nipples, you’re too caught up in the animalistic fucking. 

“You f-feel... s’good,” Denji says, leaning forward to capture a nipple in his mouth. You look down when he pulls it gently between his teeth, making lidded eye contact. You slow down a bit and lean forward, resting your burning thighs for a moment.

“H-how... how good?”

Denji’s mouth pulls away with a soft pop.

“Like-haah!” He throws his head back when you start picking up speed again. “Like soo good. Like ‘m getting swallowed up. Your pussy’s just.. it’s just..” 

You lean down to meet his lips sloppily before pulling back again. 

“It’s- perfect,” he slurs. You smile and sit up, using your feet for stability again to fuck him harder. 

“M’getting… I don’ think I can.. last much longer..” Denji says, wrapping his hands around your hips to guide you up and down. 

You can only whine in response, leaning back on one palm and lifting a leg a bit while you bounce. The new angle is deep, pounding your g-spot and knocking the wind out of your lungs. It feels too good, too fast—you know you won’t last long either. 

You find your voice to say his name. Over and over until you're almost yelling everytime Denji meets your hips. Denji subconsciously notes that this is the loudest he’s ever heard you talk. 

Then you’re coming—groaning and gushing—and you lean forward again to dig your nails into Denji’s ribs. It’s the kind of release that hits you like a truck, dulling all senses but the one between your legs, dulling all senses but him. 

Denji squeezes his eyes shut as you clamp down on him, overwhelmed by the sweet pressure but scared to come inside you. Till you’re mumbling, “s’okay.. okay.. in me,” and Denji doesn’t question it. 

You sigh as you feel his hot cum fill your womb, thankful for the birth control you painstakingly swallow every morning. 

Then you’re collapsing on top of him, still twitching slightly from orgasm, and tired beyond belief. 

You both lay for a while, panting—you staring at the purple love bite left on his neck while he traced shapes on your shoulder, his soft cock still inside you. The movie is reaching its resolution in the background. Then he’s shifting to grab something off the floor, and holding up your lacy panties that you wore earlier.

“Can I, uh… keep these?” 

You’re a little caught off guard; Denji’s been a better gentleman than most men you’ve had the pleasure of hooking up with, and none of them ever asked to keep your used underwear before. But you’re a little happy… it’s satisfying to know he’s as much of a perv as you are.

 “Sure.” 

Hehe anon i hope you like this, i appreciate u!!! yay csm premiere tmrw!!

[stunie]

hi i hope you’re doing well 💕

this is gonna be long i’m so sorry but my brain hasn’t shut up 😭 and also a little nsfw? i’m sorry (not sorry)

BUT ANYWAYS

okay so

they’re both just so caring? like you get the softest boys but ALSO the toughest and strongest so win win win really

ume’s def the kind of guy whose always in charge but sometimes just softly in charge? like everything happening is on HIS whim and dime but he’s so gentle and kind, like he’ll pin you down by holding your hands— which is more effective cause you feel loved but you also cannot move

and tsubaki just feels like he’d be the king of teasing— i know people say suo is but tsubaki i feel is like 10x worse— like you want a kiss? he’s kissing your cheeks or your nose, literally everywhere but your lips

you want his touch? he’s skimming his fingers across your skin, a feather light feeling everywhere but where you want him too

and he’s all soft giggles like you’re not in tears

ANYWAYS

aftercare is like the softest? and sweetest thing ever? ume definitely gets like a soft rag and wipes all 3 of you down and then tsubaki takes you to the bathroom (no uti’s here) and uses their fancy skincare products to wipe your face and moisturizer your skin, all the while like peppering you w soft kisses and stuff

meanwhile ume is changing sheets and cleaning the bedroom and when tsubaki leads you back there you all just lay down and relax and i just imagine cuddling them is better than sex w them LMAO

also i think tsubaki has the cutest, silk pj sets, and ume wears boxers and t shirts kinda guy

this was so long but i suck at wording things ANYWAYS I HOPE YOU HAVE AN AMAZING DAY you’re amazing :)

-🥟

YESSSSSSSSS YAYYYYYYY HOORAY FOR 🥟 NONNIE

absolutely yea ur right about ume !! i think he likes to sit back and watch u two sometimes before he actually does anything. u two r so pretty n he wants to enjoy it !! and also. u are so right about tsubaki i feel the exact same way. can totally picture tsubaki being such a tease and you’re getting all pouty and whiny bc he’s got u sooooo needy, so ume’s like “awww, let’s be a little nicer to her yeah? she’s been so good for us.”

but also. they are not much nicer. they’re not touching you where you want until you use ur words— no matter how embarrassing. it’s kind of intimidating to have them both looming over you, and they’re waiting for you to ask. like…. they wanna hear it in your words: exactly what you want, where, and how. all of it. as soon as you say it, tsubaki’s gonna be in your ears like “aww, there’s no need to be so nervous. you want that?” and ur nodding so fast that he’s giggling a bit smsmsmm

aftercare !! hello that was so cute ? going w tsubaki to clean up !! kisses n asking how you’re feeling ): “does it hurt? show me where you’re aching” AAAA.

THE SILK PJ SETS VS UME IN BOXERS N T SHIRT. ugh. i love them both. ur so right. i think it would be so nice to be in between them. somehow the ac is always on blast at night (one of them is definitely tryna get u to snuggle up against them …), so you’re squeezing between them to stay warm ): and ik ume’s body is always gonna be super WARM .

[satoruhour]

omg T baby i have another thot today thats been killing me you dont have to write anything abt it i just want ur thots on this

body worship with geto <333 but hes on the receiving end of it like oh my God

i think abt this with all the jjk characters but this thot makes me especially woozy in the head when i think of geto....oh that man is majestic

a tiny glimpse of his biceps in jjk vol 0 made me feel like i was a victorian man who has seen a woman's ankle for the first time like jesus

i just want to kiss and run my hands all over his body he's so beautiful AND LIKE IMAGINE HIM LOOKING AT U WITH HOODED EYES and his cheeks are just blazing bc wow he's never felt this way

im going to pass out bye-

ROSE URE COOKIINNNGGGGGGGG omfg stop thats so big brained. i prescribe him with at least an hour of body worship everyday bc he deserves it! (mentions of m receiving oral)

just imagine his surprised face when you flip the switch and youre pushing him onto the bed instead and his nervous lil chuckle. “what’re you doing baby?” hes soooooo nervous bc no one has ever made him feel this way before and.. his heart is pumping so fast.

“worshipping you.” and that word makes his heart and dick JUMMPPPPPPP good lord. all his life hes been consuming curses that he felt only like a machine in jujutsu society, made to swallow shit that tastes like vomit and here u are on your knees and making him shiver with just your touch? he felt like he didnt deserve this at alllll

u start with kissing him, running your fingers through his hair and massaging his scalp, moving down to his neck and jaw and he has this really sensitive spot on his clavicle and the moment your mouth reaches the area he moans. hes so embarrassed but u tell him not to apologise. your hands can feel the heat radiating off his body as your hands run over it, just up and down his arms and torso as you kiss down his body eeekkk!!!!.

u can feel his pecs tense up when you knead it, similarly with his abs. hes so so sensitive! hes breathing so hard too ummggfff its so adorable. you give extra attention to his arms that hold onto your shoulders. youre in awe of his physique, always, and you have to hold in shaky breaths when you trace your hands all over his biceps. good GOOODDDDD i wanna feel it so bad. like you can feel him tense up because hes just not used to so much skin to skin contact. you finally reach his hands and u intertwine them. squeezing and feeling his presence. you break away and you hold his hand with both of yours, placing kisses on each and every finger. “you’re so strong suguru... love your fingers, too.”

by this poiint we need to acknowledge that geto is simply head over heels 4 you and is just so drunk on how youre treating him as he looks at you with hearts in his eyes. and then u caress your hands over his muscular thighs, letting u lay ur head on his pelvis for a bit as you palm his bulge softly... and when u take his dick out hes just . lost. hes gone to heaven. the way your mouth wraps around him good god 😭😭😭😭 and your hands never stop their wandering as well, just bobbing ur head slowly and moaning loudly. giving your praises as u take all of him down your throat. “you’re leaking so much pre, su...”, “your cock‘s so thick, and so pretty too” oh my god HE WANTS TO CUM ALREADY!!!!! hes obsessed with the way u kitten lick his tip, the smoothness in which u stroke his shaft aHSHDHHSHRHAHHHA okay im unwell. no more.

come say hi <3

[charismaofobedience]

chii? cheren? (idk what name to use--) rlly weird question but for people who r on the spectrum rhythm games r rlly stimulating for the brain right? i need ur take for my speech lol sorry

you can use cheren, idm!!!! and hmm..

Okok I saw you're doing your speech on rhythm games so I'll try and keep this like. Formal-ish to the best I can. I'm also assuming the specific spectrum in question is the autism and not my gay spectrum or gender spectrum. So!

I've been playing rhythm games since I was around 9 years old with love live sif, my entire family was aware of it and saw me bopping with it while tapping the notes etc. I wasn't amazing at the game back then but could play like... Hard level maps? Which were the intermediate on the sif ranking. I was always a child that was more visually stimulated than anything else, so seeing fast paced images helped me to not feel bored etc, and it's also nice to keep in mind that rhythm games don't work only visuals but also 1- audition and 2- general physical energy. You will be tapping on a fast paced screen to a song, this is striking 3 points on the stimulating spectrum with a single hit.

Eventually I grew out from sif to other games and I think this might be where it really started to be a *stim* thing for me on itself, to the point I'd find myself just tapping my fingers idly as if playing s chart on a table for concentration or not keep myself bored during classes. It was around that age probably where I found other games such as bandori (which I didn't play for long) and then moved into stuff like prsk, enstars, hypmic and specially d4dj. the latter three of these all having pretty specific gimmicks such as special charts for enstats that can have stuff like changing tempo mid song or up, down, left and right flick notes, hypmic having green sliders that move the entire gameplay lane with it and d4dj having. well, everything (slider, flicks, left and right notes, every chart gimmick possible). I'm of the idea that keeping stuff like that also helped me pay more attention to the game and focus on it, since I wouldn't know what to expect when doing first try blind plays of charts.

On my current state, I'd say it isn't only a stim thing as it is also a concentration thing. Yes, it's good to not keep me bored and with low energy (specially since rhythm games have become a special interest of mine a few years after I started playing sif), making me awake and agitated for tasks etc, but also depending on the mood I need to be they can easily also help me with focusing and concentrating on something. As I said, it hits three of the senses at once, so it stimulates me while I also keep focused on one thing in specific and, after such, It's like my brain rewires and thinks to itself 'oh, i was focused doing this, so i have to stay focused for this, too!', specially on bad days it's extremely helpful to give me energy to do tasks and keep me awake on it's on lol

Tldr yes, yes they are <3

[call-me-eds]

if you’re still taking requests from the prompt list from a few days ago, i’d love a 108? maybe it’s the first time or something delicately intimate? i need it

love ur work so much

omg thank you!!!! Say less I got you. I went with Eddie :)

Eddie x Reader

108. “Is that my shirt?”

“What are you talking about?” Eddie snorted, eyes still closed. The shirt covering him up wasn’t on his body when you fell asleep. “This is mine.”

“No, you gave it to me,” you said, tugging on the fabric like you expected him to sit up and take it off.

“You stole it,” he corrected, finally opening his eyes to look at you.

He didn’t expect the first words out of your mouth this morning to be an accusation, but he was still giddy at hearing your voice in this space: your new apartment.

“I thought I was going to get frostbite in the middle of the night, it’s so cold in here,” he shivered and pulled you closer, almost on top of him. You would gladly be his blanket.

“Mm, the landlord said the heat won’t kick on for another week,” you said, happy for the excuse to press your cheek against the soft shirt.

Technically, it was his first, but he gave it to you just so you could stop the cycle of having to keep asking for it, wearing it for almost a week straight, throwing it in with your laundry, returning it to him, and then asking for it again. That didn’t have to be the case any longer; you would be spending afternoons at the laundromat together now, only worrying about separating between colors, not who owned what.

“Well, until then, I am instituting a siege of all my clothes,” he said, rubbing his legs against his sweatpants that were on your legs. “You really should be invested in keeping me alive, otherwise you’ll have to pay the whole of the rent for this place.”

“No,” you whined. “I’ll buy you new clothes, I want to keep these.” It was primal, the way his scent surrounding you was so calming.

How could it not be, though? His smell creeped into your consciousness when you were close to him, and you were not an exception to classical conditioning.

If you had a rough day at work and came over to the trailer with depleted energy, Eddie always offered the shower up to you. He knew it made you feel better, but he didn’t know that you felt infinitely better due to his body wash on your skin giving you a protective layer of him.

On rushed mornings after accidental sleepovers, you used a spray of his cologne that kept you walking on air all day.

And just the week before, when you got overwhelmed by all of the logistics of moving out only when you buried yourself in one of his sweaters, still carrying his aroma, did you calm down. Now, one of the first mornings in your apartment, you wondered what you were so worried about.

Eddie was lying beneath you with a smile that would make you think he won the lottery. His fingers were crawling along your spine, giving you shivers.

“We have to finish unpacking,” he said, breaking your eye contact and looking at the boxes around the room.

“I know,” you sighed. “How about breakfast first?” you asked. He squeezed you closer for a second before rolling you over and leaving you against the mattress while he pushed himself out of bed.

“That’s why you're the brains of the operation.”

You followed him into the kitchen, your kitchen, and pulled out the one pan you had from the box you hoped had everything you needed in it.

“I told you it wasn’t a waste of time to label everything,” you said to Eddie as he quickly located the paper plates and plastic utensils you brought along. The last few days had been takeout and fast food between shifts, this was your first home-cooked meal in your shared space.

The two of you maneuvered around each other expertly, only bumping into each other when it had been too long since you last touched. Through the steam of the pan and a minor spillage of pepper, the kitchen began to smell less sterile and more like home.

At some point Eddie had put out place settings for both of you and heated up yesterday’s coffee in a mug for you, only having enough for one cup. You scooped eggs onto the plates and grabbed the salt shaker for Eddie, never adding enough for his liking.

“Bon appetit,” you said, tapping your fork with his before digging in. Cooking and the passing of the morning had heated up the apartment a bit, and you took off the sweatshirt you wore to bed.

“Baby, I love you, but I am going to run out of clothes if you don’t start wearing your own,” Eddie said, recognizing your shirt from inside his own drawers.

“Maybe I’m trying to get you to walk around naked, ever thought of that?” you smiled, the both of you knowing that the only way you’d give up his wardrobe was if you developed some weird allergy to cotton.

“Well, I thought that part was obvious,” he teased. “You sure do look beautiful, though,” he learned over the table so his forehead was resting against yours.

“Thank you,” you breathed, closing your eyes and moving so your nose brushed against his. “So do you. This adult life suits us, I think.”

“Mm, I agree.” Finally, he moved so his lips pressed against yours gently. The fireworks you felt in the beginning of your relationship matured into small sparks with time. Eddie’s chapped lips against yours ignited a lighter in your heart, warming you up from the inside out.

“We need to empty these boxes,” you pulled away and licked away the salt he transferred to your lips.

“Fine, but I’m doing the closet.”

[thehighladywrites]

ACOTAR MEN X READER, GETTING CAUGHT BY YOUR CHILD

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ summary: you’re caught in by your kids, how do you guys handle the situation?

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ warnings: nsfw, crack, fluff, kids feeling traumatized

⋅˚₊‧ ୨୧ ‧₊˚ ⋅ amara’s note: thank you the req anon!!

Azriel

Your bent on all fours, gripping your sheets as Azriel slutted you out, hands on your waist as he thrusted in and out.

As much as you loved hanging around everyone, you were in some desperate need of him.

Azriel had been away on many affairs, often leaving you alone. And though you were surrounded by everyone, you still felt a crushing loneliness that only he could fill

When he finally came home after a two weeks long business trip, you stuck to him like glue. Seriously, whatever he was doing, you were doing too

Azriel saw it snd decided to treat you good after a long time alone

“Right there,” you breathlessly tell him, urging him to speed up just a bit, his throaty groans and moans making you crazy wet

“D’ya know how—how much i missed you and this pretty little pussy? Hm?” his charming, teasing voice made your walls tighten around him, your whines getting more messy as you got closer to cumming

“You’re doing so good, sweetheart,” he praises with a smile, proud of your strength.

It’s really not easy keeping up with Azriel, esp not in bed

“I like makin’ you feel good,” you whimper out, short gasp falling from you at the end of the statement, finding the spot inside you that makes you go insane

“Yeah, what else d’you like?” he asks with a little smirk

You’re so far out of it, you barely notice the doorhandle being pulled.

You gasp when Azriel pulls out and with his cold shadows whisk you away to the cabin. You went from being fucked on all fours to standing up, so fast that your knees almost buckled had it not been for azriel holding you up

”Az, what—what is going on? is this some sort of punishment?” you whined, grinding your ass against him.

”Not a punishment, just saving us from the most awful moment in our lives,” he says lowly as his shadows report your twin boys looking for you.

It takes a minute for your brain to register where you actually are. Rhysand’s cabin.

You also realize your both completely naked

“Az, what are we doing here?” you furrow your brows in true confusion

“The boys were about to walk in, i had to move us.”

“So you moved us to rhys’s cabin in the illyrian mountains? a closet or another room wasn’t an option?” you remarked, genuinely curious.

“I obviously wanted to be on safe side,” he said as if you were the crazy one, not him for bringing you thousands of miles from home

Rhys

After a day of teasing him relentlessly he finally caught you alone, planning on having his version of fun with you

“You think you can play with me all day and i won’t play back?” he tilts his head a little at you, surprised you actually think he’s gonna let it slide

your teasing had ranged from projecting nasty flashbacks of him pounding you in his mind to fun little kisses to his neck while he was talking to someone

“Um, no. But i was just horny, you can’t punish me for that, right?” you say slowly backing away from him as you did ur best to save your ass

Rhysand would definitely not let you cum, he would drag it out for hours and you for sure would be left crying

He pulls you closer, guiding you to bend over his lap. “You need to learn patience, my dear. And I'll be the one to teach you.”

Approximately 20 minutes into him fingering you then pulling away just as you’re about to cum, a knock is heard.

Rhysand looks at the door and calmly uses magic to clean you both up, not a hint of your activities left

“Papa, can you come to my room, i had a nightmare,” your son cries, fat tears rolling down his cheek as he clutches his favorite teddy.

Your heart breaks for him as you watch Rhys pick him up, carefully rocking him in his arms.

“Of course, buddy. Let’s go to your room, I’m here to protect from everything.”

Just before he leaves with your son, Rhys snaps his fingers, removing your clothes and binding you to the bed.

“Don’t think you’re in the clear,” he chuckles into your mind.

Cassian

He had been crazy horny all day

Anything you did was just an insane turn on. Cassian justified his horny urges by saying it was your fault

But was it really normal to be turned on by you leaning over the sink to wash your face?

Cassian sure thought it was, anything you do is sexy in his head

Reading, sexy. Walking, sexy. Eating, sexy. Yelling at him, super fucking sexy

So he was on you, having fun makeout sessions in the most random places like rhysand’s wine cellar or Mor’s closet when you borrwed a dress

“Let me fuck,” he begs, arms wrapping around your waist

“Is that how you ask for me?”

“Please, let me have sex with you. I’m dying for it, i’m dying for you.” he says the last part with a smug smile, thinking he is rizzing you up like crazy

You still let him hit

So you crawl into his lap, his body leaning against the headboard as you settle in, his hands roaming your body

He rips your shirt clean off, leaving you in nothing as he starts playing with your tits

“Dad, i’m feeling sick. Do you think Madja is still—” your daughters voice makes cassian panic, resulting in him throwing you off his lap, scrambling to look normal

“Hey, babygirl. What’s up!!” he says, smiling up at her as he tries to ignore your glare.

“Ew, oh my gods. Please tell me you guys weren’t having sex, i think i might actually throw up.”

She looks at you but you just look away, keeping the blanket around you.

“Excu— sex??? wha—what are you talking about? Babe, please, are you hearing this nonsense?” he chuckles nervously as he points to your daughter with a scandalously shocked look, like he couldn’t believe her words

“Yeah, i’m going over to auntie Feyre’s. Bye,” your daughter leaves before you have the chance to say anything else

“I mean, sex is super overrated. I don’t partake in such activities, okay? I don’t even like sex, yuck!” he yells , hoping your daughter hears as she vanishes

You stand up from where he threw you, narrowing your eyes at him as you clear your throat

He looks back at you with wide eyes, holding his hands up in defense as he remembers what he has done

“Babe, thats was a lie. Sex is fucking amazing, especially with you. And i’m sorry for throwing you, i panicked.”

“Make it up to me and i might forgive you.”

Bro makes up for it good, like really REALLY good

Eris

Eris is just like Azriel, he will not let anyone catch you. He has sealed your bedroom over and over again with tricky, protective spells.

The only way in is by blood, only his and yours.

And sometimes when he’s balls deep into you, making the bed creak, he forgets the fact that your children are a mix of those two blood types

So when you start moaning and letting out noises of pleasure, it shocks your 6-year old daughter who thinks her dad is hurting her mom

“Please, make—make me cum again, please, Eris.”

Eris is so mean sometimes. He had edged you all day, only allowing you to come once.

”You think you deserve it?” he asks

You whine, ”Fuck, please— be nice to me— please, pleaseeee.”

“An impatient slut like yourself don’t deserve to cum. You knew this would happen and you gave me fucking attitude anyway,” he scoffed.

A loud cry and fading footsteps are heard as you both freeze

You get dressed instantly and run out, worried about why your daughter was awake and wailing.

“Hey baby what’s wrong?” Eris squats down next to her crying self before he recieves a punch to the gut.

“I heard what you said to mommy, you hurt her and i hate you!” she yelled as she sobbed in your arms

You both look at each other in embarrassment, obviously understanding what she was referring to

“Oh! Um, no daddy wasn’t hurting me or was being mean. It was a game, i promise. See? I’m fine, sweetheart.”

Eris felt nauseous. He didn’t want his daughter thinking he was hurting you, just like his father had hurt his mother.

“Kit, i could never hurt your mother. I love her more than anything. It was just a game and i promise, you’ll never hear it again.”

She nodded before kissing your cheek and then running into his arms, dead asleep in just a few seconds

You kissed Eris, reassuring him that he wasn’t being to rough or mean and that you actually liked it.

Still, he never degraded you again, despite your wishes.

Lucien

It is your 100th anniversary as mates

Of course there’s a massive celebration for you

Grand balls, beautiful gowns, exclusive parties for a week straight, expensive drinks, luxurious vibes

You had the time of your life with the love of your life (see what i did there)

Azriel and Feyre had been tasked with keeping your children safe

But they get distracted for one second, allowing your girl to slip away

You and Lucien are in the bathroom, making out with your hands down his pants

You were supposed to leave for a trip after, a vacation to celebrate your love for a century but you couldn’t wait

Since you two didn’t have to worry about your kids and keeping an eye on them, you had free reign to give him a handjob whilst he played with your nipples

“You just couldn’t wait, huh?” you said smugly, sliding your thumb over the slit of his cock, making him groan

“Like you can talk, you’re here with your tits out like some common whore,” he retaliated, tugging on your sensitive nipples, enjoying the way you melted

“Daddy what are you doing?”

Your heads snap to the door in horror when you hear your toddlers voice

Feyre runs in exhausted from chasing your daugher before her eyes widen in shock as she covers your girls eyes before dragging her out.

“I’m so sorry, she managed to run away!” she exclaimed as she hurried out, shutting the door thoroughly

You and Lucien look at each other, laughing before getting dressed again.

“Is this a sign to just wait for the trip?”

“Yeah, i believe it is.”

[sems-diarie]

fat/tummy worship is heavy on the brain today

roommate!Kyoutani who heads right towards you soon as he stomps in the apartment and buries his head in ur chin(s) because “s’nice, smell nice ‘n feels soft” :(( throws a fit if you try to shove his head off your stomach while you’re laying on the couch trynna watch TV

Roommate!kyoutani who was convinced that you were scared of him or hated him for the longest cause you barely made an effort to interact with him when you first moved in— but that’s only because you were trying to cope with having to be around such a fine ass roommate all the time :(

roommate kyoutani who practically growls at his sendai frogs teammates when they jokingly call you his “wife” cause you stay cooking him shit— like they’ll come over for a game night or w/e and without fail, you always come by and offer him some sort of food all “wan’ some, Ken? I made too much :(“ and they always laugh cause he has yet to say no 🥺

Roommate!kyoutani who makes an effort to tone down his aggressiveness around you cause he doesn’t want to scare you off...only to be shocked when you ask what’s wrong cause “you’re not acting like your usual self. wanna talk about it?”

roommate!kyoutani who loves the squeals you let out when he sneaks up on you to pinch n prod at your chubby tummy n pudgy sides :((( always chuckles when he sees your brown eyes wander around the room all warily cause he knows you’re looking out for him— just loves to “bully” you

roommate!kyoutani who hopes you can’t hear the slick of his precum as he jerks his dick to the though of your chubby self riding him for all his worth :(((

k-k-k-kyotani :(( he’s just so mean >:(

when ur on the couch watching tv, he’ll collapse right on into ur lap. n’ you try to shoo him away ‘cause he’s all sweaty n gross but he’s just too greedy t’let you get away. n when you’re curled in the corner ‘cause you wanna give him space on the couch, he drags you to sit closer 🥺 says u smell nice n’ his teammates are stinky, so s’good.

u mention somethin’ about wanting to do yoga and he takes on the title of your very own personal trainer. stretches you out as much as you’ll let him, tells you not to be such a crybaby when u start squirming ‘cause it tickles—thick fingers digging into your legs, the backs of your knees, pressing up up up until your hand is pressed to his lower stomach.

“tani, it hurts, you’re goin’ too fast.”

he jerks off for weeks ab it 😭

and pls he always feels he’s at his wits end during the summer. s’like you want to give him blue balls. all he can think about is gettin between your hips n leaving a mess all down your cunt 🥺 make you twitch n cream ‘round his cock with those tiny shorts clinging to one crook of your knee. n’ then pull em’ back up since they’re so cute on you :(((

n pls pls pls the way his heart stutters when you reach down to grab something from a kitchen cabinet and a peak of fat, brown pussy lips flash him???? he’s mid sentence and everything just shuts off 😭

roommate kyo playing call of duty w his friends while you sit n watch ‘cause you like bein next to him. h-he puts his headphones on you so you can listen while he destroys the other team n you look up at him all 🥺. licks his lips while thinkin’ about how mean it’d be if he’d turn on his mic n’ lick your pussy ‘til you cry.

he lets you be affectionate w him, too. let’s you fall asleep on his shoulder n’ doesn’t even get mad if you drool :( finds himself longing for you to ask to hold his hand, n’ if you’re not quick enough he just sets it on your knee n waits for you to take the hint.

oh 🥺 sad!rm coming out of her room w wet cheeks and red eyes and kyotani corners her until she tells him what’s wrong :(( it’s practically an ambush. but now all ur thinking about is how big he is hunched over you. how mean he looks with that snarl curled into his mouth as he demands you tell him what happened, who did it, which bastard on your roster does he have to kill.

little does he know u just finished watching a sad tv show 😭 u get a flick on the forehead for making him worry ☹️

ah!! making kyotani sit down and pick which outfit you should wear. giving him a little fashion show n’ pouting when he says wear all three. kyotani being weak for you in skirts. thinks they’re magical on you.

rm!kyotani letting u win when u wanna wrestle around and play fight. let’s you pin his wrists down and sit on him w that victory smile on your face. but you know better—kyo’s thrown you over his shoulder before, of course you do.