#❥ drabbles / writing

[beforeimdeceased]

ellie hitting it from the back and you're just completely in subspace, taking everything's she's giving you completely blissed out and brainless:))

nsfw! — ˗ˋ ୨୧ ˊ˗ —

omg the way she’d be fucking you so good you’d only be able to see stars. you’ll actually be drooling and brain dead like a cock drunk dummy lmao. her hand on the back of your neck keeping you steady while she hits your weak spot over and over and over again. you’ve forgotten what it’s like to not have her stuffing your walls. other hand gripping the plump flesh of your ass so hard you’re sure that it’ll leave a bruise. the kind you look at in the mirror that sends memories rushing to your stomach.

speaking of stomachs, she’s fucking you so deep you’re positive she’s blending your guts. turning you into a pleasure smoothie. and you feel like fucking jello because it’s all too much. you’re so gone you can’t even hear her talking to you. “you’re taking me so well. you can barely respond. fuck, can you hear that? you’re so fucking wet for me.”

and then she slows down. slow, hard thrusts. one after the next making you grip the sheets and stuff your face into the mattress. all while’s she’s got the stupidest smirk on her face. (probably thinking about how next time she’s gonna fuck you in front of a mirror and make you watch yourself become her cock slut.)

[strwbmei]

Anybody else just randomly think about coming home to Furina after a rough day and just dicking her down into the nearest surface.? Countertop, sofa, bed, it doesn’t matter.

No? Just me? Okay…

mghngh free use with Furina... the things this woman does to me I swear.

She's so cute greeting you with an innocent smile just as you open the door; so blissfully unaware of the pounding she's about to take whether she likes it or not. You almost feel bad when she asks you what you're doing with a small voice through your sudden, hungry kisses, even though she knows full well what you're going to do to her. As always, Furina's so wet and ready to take you. Take all of you as hard or as rough as you want it. How could she expect you to keep your hands to yourself? <3

The countertop feels so cold against her back, but you've been fucking her for so long that she can't even process it- or anything that isn't you in general. She's crying so pathetically as if she wasn't the one to previously tell you she doesn't mind if you use her whenever or wherever you want. Both of you are aware that her broken sobs and tears are all just an act— all because she doesn't want to admit she likes being used as a sex toy whose only purpose is to pleasure you. Even when she's so overstimulated to the point she's crawling away from you, you only pull her back in by her hips and continue pounding into her with the same inhuman pace. All she can do with what's left of her ability to think is hope your monstrous stamina will run out soon.

Unfortunately for her, you're in a bad mood.

[pinkmirth]

(arranged marriage with reiner!! you’re expecting some cruel man and he’s just nothing of the sort and he takes his time getting to know you and falling for you before the idea of sex; and boyyyy the sex… first man to ever make you come)

˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ ARRANGED, reiner braun !

omg mona! hubby reiner is everything to me— especially since i’ve been meaning to write something like this for a while >< after the marriage (which you begrudgingly went through with,) you think you’re gonna hate him; that he’ll be heartless and demanding. what i love most about this is that reiner easily proves you wrong! contrary to your former assumptions, your new husband is kind. makes you proud of being ‘missus braun.’ he’s compassionate and dedicated to you and the future family you’ll make (assuming that you’re together for the sake of an heir!) speaking of an heir . . . it isn’t long before you’re expected to have his babies.

before any talk of kids, he’d spent the first few months of your marriage trying to be a good husband— a man you can rely on, someone you can tell your deepest secrets to and laugh with. from the moment your relationship became legally bound, he’s been trying his best to not only see you as a wife, but as his closest friend. once that bond is made, once you’ve built trust, he deems you ready for him. and god, is he the gentlest man on earth. his large calloused hands are capable of the softest strokes. and he never thought you’d be so eager to feel him in this way. deep down in his heart, reiner believes you’re made for him. on the night of his first attempt at impregnating you (the thought of which excites him more than it should), he makes sure to fuck you good— hard but slow, the exact way you instructed him to. he needs you to enjoy this just as much as him. with thorough thrusts and pressured rubs to your clit, five minutes was all he needed to get you undone. you think you’ve finally fallen in love— both for him and that thick cock of his. reiner’s the only man capable enough to make you feel this good, he turns out to be the best you’ve ever had.

when you’ve both had your fill, satiated after three lengthy hours of love-making, he stays. nobody else has. hell, he even goes as far as to wiping you down and tucking you in, slipping underneath the sheets beside you. strong arms encircle your waist and pull you into the firmness of his chest. his skin’s warm, so you press a kiss to it. initially, this relationship was never of your own will. you’d even threatened to run away and leave him at the goddamn altar. but now? you can’t even fathom missing up on a man as rare as reiner braun.

[kittifang]

❝ Working Overtime On Your Body ❞

WC:3,704

Summary : Your poor pent up husband finds a way to relieve stress after a long day of work. He finds that your sleeping body is just what he needs to cure what ails him....

includes: somnophilia!!!,smut, fluff, degradation, dubious consent, breeding, rough sex, crying, aftercare, mxf, wife reader, husband Nanami, modern! jjk universe,18+MDNI

Nanami tugs at the fabric of his tie, long fingers pulling it loose as a sigh escapes him. His left wrist is turning inwards as his watch reads 12:30am. He gives his office one last glance before plunging the space into darkness with the flicker of the light switch. To say the very least... it had been a very long day at the office, hell even longer than usual. Nanami wishes he was exaggerating. He can feel the slow dredge of the work days catching up to him, late nights spent at the office of overtime sinking into his weary bones.

The ongoing cycle of work, sleep, eat, repeat—there's only so much fueling up on cups of black coffee you can do before exhaustion eventually creeps in. For the past three weeks, it's been like this—a result of his company undergoing a full rebrand. And of course, as the head of brand management, he was responsible for ensuring all things went smoothly and that the team and him came up with compelling ideas to continue attracting new clientele while keeping the current ones they had. There was simply no room for failure, and if all went according to plan, maybe his boss would even give him a raise—at least that was the hope.

He deserved it even, because if the work days weren't enough, the hours spent away from you weighed heavier on him than anything else did. At his desk throughout the day, he'd find himself thumbing at the framed picture of you and him that was on the smooth surface, his heart aching as he took in the details of your face. It was one of his favorite pictures—you both in a warm embrace, eyes so full of love as you took in the other. The lighting was perfect and made you look otherworldly—one of the sandy beaches of Malaysia under your toes. He couldn't have wished for a more perfect honeymoon.

He misses his sweet wife, coming home to you waiting for him with your lips curled into a smile, which in result made the corners of his turn up as well. He just couldn't help it; you were his beautiful gem, utter perfection; it was hell being unable to spend as much time with you-doting on you as he usually did. The change in schedule hadn't gone unnoticed by you either, and as guilty as he felt, sometimes you reassured him that you understood—that was just the type of person you were, and he loved you more for it.

You'd even do sweet things like cook up a meal for him—just an extra way to show him you cared—the cute handwritten notes you'd leave on each container never failing to make his heart sore as he sat to eat lunch for the day. When he came home, it was the same; even though he insisted you didn't have to, you shewed him off; there was no deterring you. And the blonde was met with a light scolding as you made up your face, hands on your hips with squinted eyes.

"I'm cooking for you, Nanami Kento; no one is going to stop me from feeding my husband, and that includes you. Don't even try it, mister." Was the words that left your frowning lips in reply. All he could do was let out a chuckle as he pulled you into his arms; you were adorable and so caring. His palm cupping your cheek as he talks. "Yes, alright then, it won't happen again. Plus, I do love your cooking, sweetheart; I certainly can't complain.". And you grin in victory, your eyes crinkling even more as he leans down to press his lips to yours with a fond smile—and that was the end of that.

Quite frankly, it's been much too long since you've both spent some quality time together. He missed everything, including dates, simple things like going for lunch on his break, and, among other things, your body. While it was true that his ached from fatigue, it certainly was not the only reason. His cock ached for you along with every inch of his skin that craved yours. While your sex lives' certainly hadn't been put on hold, there was definitely a change of pace. His hectic schedule leaving room for nothing but quickies here and there, or you graciously sucking him off when you happened to still be up when he arrived home, usually too tired or busy for anything else.

Or the alternative of him stroking himself under the spray of the shower (on the reallyyyy bad days) head lowered with a clenched jaw while wishing he was fucking you instead of his fist. It just wasn't the same. Nanami was a generous lover, and he prided himself in that fact. He thoroughly enjoyed satisfying his wife and giving your perfect little cunt the treatment it deserved, often not putting your pleasure before his. But tonight was not one of those instances. not with the way he was feeling and not with the way his desire and want and the whole mix of tiredness was about to bubble up and overflow within him. Maybe it was a little selfish of him to think this way? Maybe not.

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The drive home in turn felt to grow even longer while his thoughts swirled, but gratefully he had reached your shared home. He unlocked the front door, key turning in the lock to reveal the dark living room. The only light on being the one from the kitchen—something you always did seeing as his dinner was waiting for him on the dining table. By the looks of it, you were likely asleep, soft steps echoing on the wood floors as he approached his and your bedroom. While Kento was certainly hungry, food was the last thing on his mind. Far from it as he quietly opened the room door, his gaze tracing over your form on the bed. He definitely was starving, and you looked good enough to eat.

Fuck the food, he thinks. He wanted to come home to you served up on the dining room table instead, legs spread and waiting for him on a plate. You looked and tasted more delicious than any world-class cuisine he could ever find. Dressed in one of those soft silk nightgowns he had bought for you with lace trimmings, two little slits on each side of the black fabric. And of course—he had gotten you one in every color. You looked so innocent and serene like this, your soft breaths audible as you slept but also sinfully sexy.

Sometimes he'd watch you just like this before he retired to bed himself; it was just the way your chest rose and fell with each breath, and your hair flared on the pillow like the halo of an angel. He never grew tired of witnessing such a sight. While it tended to never go further than admiration, little touches of his hand brushing over your cheeks, collarbones, or the lids of your eyes as you rested. His mind was convincing him on the double to change that very fact right now.

Your husband shuts the door and moves further towards you, his breath growing a bit harder with each step. A leopard that had just set sights on his prey. Could you really blame him? The little night gown ended a little below your upper thighs, showing off the expanse of your smooth legs. He couldn't wait to feel them. To put his hands all over what was his. Nanami's form softly sunk into the mattress. Sliding in behind your form and letting out a quiet muffled groan as he buries his face into the crook of your neck. Nosing it as he inhaled the sweet scent that's uniquely you.

He can already feel his arousal starting to throb beneath the confines of his pants as he presses against your back. Hips flush to your plush ass that is barely covered. He can't help himself, yet simultaneously he has an ongoing conflict inside his mind. It feels so...perverted on some level, a bit depraved even. It's something he's never really considered doing till now. But he can't stop. He's so goddamn desperate to relieve himself. Its obvious by the way he starts to rut against you, dick quickly swelling as he pushes the little nightie above your ass to reveal your lacey matching panties. Teeth digging into his bottom lip as he mutters a curse under his breath, you're going to kill him.

You continue to sleep as Nanami keeps going, gentle enough to not wake you yet not soft enough to the point where he can't get any satisfaction. His hips continue to work as his tongue starts to lavish the skin of your neck, sucking your pretty skin into his mouth between fluttering kisses. It's not long before he's fully hard, his aching cock dripping pre against his briefs as his hands start to caress you, taking full advantage. Lithe calloused hands slide up your abdomen to cup your pillowy breasts- he couldn't forget about them. They were the perfect fit, round and soft under his prodding fingers as they cupped the mounds. He felt like a wild fucking animal. The tips of his fingers circling your nipples to hardness as they poke against the silk for him just like a prize, he needs more. Always needs more of you, and he's going to have it.

The blonde's breathing grows more ragged; your little sounds and slight fidgeting in your sleep only serve to turn him on even more. He's convinced he very well may have a stroke if he doesn't get inside of you in the next couple of minutes. His thick fingers momentarily move from your lovely body to the buckle of his belt, hastily removing it and unzipping his pants. A sigh escaped his lips as he shuffled them down, just enough to free his dripping girth. The relief is palpable, but it'll be nothing compared to when he sinks into you. His hands run up the stretch of your legs, caressing from your knee and up. Touches ascending to massage the canvas of your thighs and dragging the nightie up with it.

You're so fucking pretty; every inch of you is always for him. Affirmed more as one of his palms snakes down to the crook of your knee from behind and pushes it up, folding the leg to spread you for him partially. His breath catches as his brown eyes zero in on the wet crotch of your panties, damp and clinging to the heaven between your legs like a buffet, and his mouth waters. One of his hands goes to pull the slick fabric to the side to reveal your leaking cunt to him, breath hitting your ear as he whispers.

"Got you this wet by just touching you in your sleep, baby? Maybe I should do this more hm?? So responsive for me, so perfect." He says while he glides his thumb through your folds, it's too erotic, too sinful. The digits of Nanami's opposite hand wrap around his cock as he starts to pump himself, thumb sliding over the angry head with every thrust into his hand as he plays with your slippery cunt. His slick precum making the glide all the easier for himself while he plays with your little clit. He feels like a damn teenager again with what you've reduced him to, and you're not even awake.

Nanami's prodding grows along with his need, fingers moving south to tease your dripping hole before pushing two of them in. A husky moan leaves his mouth as your soft walls flutter around the digits as he starts to thrust them inside of you. As intense as his want was, he had no intentions of hurting you. You were always so fucking tight, so he always took care to stretch you out before giving you his cock.

After making sure you were properly stretched, the man slides his fingers out of you, immediately sliding the slick-covered fingers into his mouth and sucking—you were too good to waste. A perfect little dessert for him that he never passed up a taste of. He loved having you spill on his tongue, swiping up all your juices and burying his face in your pussy till he couldn't breathe and you were screaming. But this time he simply didn't have the patience at all.

A breath leaves his lips as his hand finds purchase in the crook of your knee once more, the other hand leading his cock to press against your puffy pussy lips with a rough moan. You feel so fucking good, little clit pulsing as he slides his dick through your slick, hooking the angry head on your entrance. Before finally, finally sinking into your gummy walls. "S-shit. I love this little pussy so much. It feels so good wrapped around me, baby." He grunts as he slowly thrusts in to the hilt. The slight quickening of your breath and growing fidgeting not escaping him as your slumbering body responds. The goal was to not wake you, at least at first, but either way he wasn't going to be able to control himself.

Initially, your husband starts with deep, slow thrusts. His eyes almost roll back into his head as he relishes the feel of you around him. The way you squeeze around him just right, he can't help but to up the pace as his teeth lightly scrape against your nape. His free hand inching under your side to pull the top of the nightie down, revealing your tits that bounce deliciously with every movement of his hips, fingers sinking into the flesh and pinching one of the hardened little nubs. His his his; you were all fuckin his.

Your pussy clamps even tighter around him, and he grits his teeth, sight-glued to where you both join—how your cunt manages to become more soaked as his balls slap against your ass. Then you let out a little groan, and he breaks. Nanami throws all caution to the wind; he pulls out of your pussy before slamming back in. His pace is almost jackhammering inside you as he fucks you the way he wanted to from the moment he came in. Sweat dots his forehead from the effort, grunts and moans growing louder without care as he focuses on taking his pleasure.

"So good f'me taking my cock like a good little wife should; even in your sleep you can't help but to respond to me. such a good girl letting me use your body like this fuck. Gonna fuck this pretty cunt till its full." No sooner then, the dirty words leave his lips; your eyes are starting to open, squirming and grunting in his hold before your eyes open wide. Confusion with a mix of pleasure painting your face—what the hell was going on?

A strangled gasp leaves your throat as your sleep-muddled mind starts to register what is happening. Your head tilting to meet his brown pools that were already on yours, taking in your reaction and savoring it as he pounds into you. Your mouth opens and closes as you try to speak, back arching against his chest as one of your hands slides backwards to tangle in strands of blonde. His usually kept hair left messy as you find purchase in it "n-nanami! Ohmygod, what are you -ngh!

Kento only fucks into you harder, palm snaking from your breast to your jaw to press his lips to yours in a sloppy kiss. Quickly dominating your mouth as he swallows your slurred moans, hips never once stopping. A string of spit connects your lips as you both pull away to breathe, your jaw slack as your pretty sounds fill the room—alongside the lewd sound of Nanami's cock gliding in and out of your squelching pussy.

You've never seen him like this—so unrestrained, full of pure, unadulterated hunger and lust for you. He always prided himself on being a gentleman, and his current actions were far from it, but you couldn't find it in you to complain. Not with how dark his brown gaze had gotten as he took in every reaction, like he wanted to eat you alive. And he smirks, irises not leaving yours.

"Hmm? What does it look like, sweetheart? Im pounding my pretty little wife's cunt. Needed to get my fill, you understand right? I couldn't help myself. Gonna let me use you, right? Gonna take all my cum?" And all you can do is nod dumbly as he uses you. You're already fucked dumb, eyes glazed over in pleasure as your toes curl from the angle. Nanami is so fucking big and always stretches you out just right.

An unbearable heat is already burning in your stomach; it's too good, too fucking much. He's never fucked you this hard, the length of his cock bullying your insides as tears of pleasure start to build in your eyes. You're almost screaming from how good it feels, from how good it hurts. From how he's using you, like you're nothing but a toy for him.

"N-nanami! s-so deep, mmm, f-fuck!" You cry out as your pussy clenches down harder on him, strangling his cock. Your pretty face painted with your tears now, drool pooling at the corner of your mouth as Nanami comes closer to pushing you over the brink. You can feel him everywhere. He loves the sight of you like this, so perfectly debauched and pliant for him, taking everything he gives you with no complaints. His harsh penetration has you seeing stars; you think you do when you feel his fingers rubbing tight circles into your throbbing clit and you jolt against him, legs starting to shake. You can only grip his hair tighter as you hold on for dear life, and he lets out a smug chuckle.

"Yeah? My baby likes this? You like how I pound your slutty pussy just like this, being my stress relief toy? You're my slutty wife, right, baby? Say it, C'mon, you can do it, angel. Be good for me. You groan at the lewd words, cheeks flushing even redder than they previously were, if possible, yet at the same time you can't bring yourself to care because you fucking love it. You force your teary eyes open as you answer—response slurring out "y-yes! l love it ngh! I love being your s-slutty wife—gonna be good, promise Kento!"

And he almost growls as the words leave you along with a mindless babble. "Christ, I should have known from the way you squeeze around me, gonna use this perfect pussy anytime I want. Gonna come home every day and use your sleeping body. Gonna empty my stress into this tight little hole, just .like. this. His words punctuated as the tip of his cock slams against your cervix , with each one and you scream this time; you're not going to last much longer, and neither is he. He can feel his release building, balls pulling taut as your insides clench and spasm around him. A few more thrusts is all it takes as he speaks to you once more.

"That's it, that's my pretty little wife; cum all over my cock; know you can do it, baby." Your vision goes white as you cry out a scream of his name, your sloppy cunt leaving a creamy mess all over his cock. In turn, triggering his own release, And with a grunt, he's emptying himself into your quivering walls, seed painting your cervix as you drain him of every drop.

Nanami doesn't stop until he's fucked you through your orgasm. His gaze is now dropping down to where you're still connected, and the sight is utterly obscene. The man lets out a groan as he slowly pulls out of you—your battered pussy dripping with his cum, one of his favorite sights to look at. You and his arousal coated the sheets beneath you, a mixture of your juices even painting his thighs. He can't believe he was this pent up.

Both of you pant raggedly as you come down from the intense pleasure, his voice now sinking to a soft tone as he talks to you, much the opposite from before, one of his large hands soothing your hair with care. He's slightly embarrassed now as his release sobers him up, a slight blush on the tip of his ears as he eyes you with concern, brows furrowing. "I...didn't hurt you, did I? I hope I didn't get too carried away. I love you so much."

You give him a tired smile, eyes halfway open as you link your hand in his and squeeze in reassurance, and you shake your head. "Of course not Kento... I would have told you if it hurt during I promise. I love you too; It was definitely unexpected, but I really did enjoy myself, and I'm glad I could make you feel better. I mean,  it'll be sore; but it'll pass,You say with a blush to match his own and a lil shrug, letting out a quite hum as he presses a soft kiss to your lips that you return,he sighs in relief.

"Well, that's good to hear, my love; you were so good for me, so gorgeous. You drive me crazy, you know that right? Now relax while I run you a bath. I'm going to pamper my perfect wife." He says and presses a kiss to your nose that scrunches as a soft giggle escapes you. "You don't have to tell me twice, my perfect husband."

Nanami proves true to his words, and the next couple of hours are spent pampering and cleaning you up. Reassuring you of how much he loves throughout it all, and after even dressing you, followed by him cuddling and laying you on his chest as you fall asleep. There's truly no one else that fits you as perfectly as he does; you'll forever be grateful for that fact.

AN//: I think this is one of the longest things I've ever written so far! :o. I was verrrrrryyyyy into this idea and I'm sure you guys will like it! Please enjoy, feedback and interactions are appreciated as usual <3!

[faerieroyal]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !

— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐰𝐨: 𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐯𝐞 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐭𝐨𝐧 + 𝐩𝐡𝐲𝐬𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡

( warnings: mentions of scars )

you wake up, as always, to the feeling of strong arms wrapped around your waist, warm breath on your neck, and soft hair tickling your cheek. slowly peeling your eyes open - a feat of sheer willpower on the best days, but especially on this rare weekend day that both you and your boyfriend have off - you blink in the soft light coming through your bedroom curtains, allowing your vision to adjust to working again after hours of sleep.

after the blur of drowsiness has faded, you crane your neck slightly downwards, taking in the absolutely precious sight that awaits you. steve - your boyfriend, your stevie - is still fast asleep, his face halfway tucked into the crook between your neck and shoulder. his famous hair is obscuring one of his eyes, some bits on the top of his head brushing against your face, and the cheek resting on your skin is smooshed up, his pink lips parted as he breathes.

you’ve always insisted that your boy looks his best when he’s sleeping, a statement that always makes his cheeks turn pink and his smile go shy, but right now, you think, it’s never been more true. steve looks absolutely cherubic at this moment, with the soft light from the window making the lighter parts of his hair shine and his face peaceful and open in a way it only ever is when he’s asleep. he’s beautiful, a picture of rest and serenity, the kind of image you’re sure any artist would want to make a masterpiece out of the instant they see it.

it’s a massive shame that you have to go and ruin it.

“steve,” you murmur, trying to keep your voice low so as not to wake him up too abruptly. reaching up with the arm not held down by the weight of his head, you start to card your fingers through his soft hair, scratching his scalp lightly in that way you know he loves. “stevie, c’mon, wake up.”

it takes about a minute of ministrations and soft whispering, but eventually, steve stirs, not opening his eyes quite yet but letting out a soft, questioning hum, a heavy sound still loaded with sleep.

“i gotta use the bathroom, stevie,” you whisper to him, scratching his head a little harder than you normally would - not enough to hurt, never enough to hurt, but enough to keep him from drifting back off. “you’ve gotta move off me so i can go.”

“nooooo,” he whines, weakly squeezing his arms tighter around your waist and snuggling impossibly closer, his movements sluggish. “don’ go, stay.”

you chuckle softly. your stevie may be a touchy person pretty much all the time, always wanting to have his arm around your waist or his hand in yours when the two of you are out in public and always wanting you sitting on his lap pressed close to him when you’re by yourselves, but he’s clingy when he’s asleep or just woken up. you’ve often joked that he reminds you of a koala when he’s like this, all soft and hugging close to you like you’re a tree he’s trying to keep his grip on. he always playfully pouts when you make comments like that, but right now, as you’re trying to get out from being half under him, you’re struck by how accurate that observation actually is.

“steve,” you say softly, removing your hand from his hair to gently hook your fingers around one of his wrists and attempting to pry his arm off of you. he whines again, this time without words, but doesn’t protest any more than that as you lay his limp arm on his own side and carefully slide your shoulder out from under his head.

“i’ll be right back,” you assure him as you throw back the covers and wiggle out of bed, “promise.”

your boy doesn’t answer, seeming to have already fallen back asleep when you look back at him, but you still hurry in the bathroom, scurrying back into the bedroom and back under the covers less than three minutes after you left them. steve still doesn’t open his eyes, and for a second you think he’s well and truly gone back to sleep, but then his arm snakes back around your middle and pulls you close, putting you right back in the spot you’d been in when you’d woken up as he tucks his face back into your neck.

“so clingy, stevie,” you tease softly, twisting your head just enough to brush your lips across his forehead. you speak into his soft skin, a smile just slightly quirking the corners of your mouth. “we’re gonna have to get up eventually, y’know. just to eat ‘n all that.”

“n’right now,” he mumbles, plush lips tickling your shoulder as he speaks the same way his hair is ticking your face. “jus’ wanna hold you for now. wanna feel you an’ cuddle for a bit b’fore we gotta get up.”

and he pulls you even closer as he says that, which you hadn’t even thought was possible, like he’s trying to actually pull you inside of him, to fuse your bodies into one being so he never has to let you go again. and his words are so sweet, so sincere and perfect and so utterly steve, that you think you’d actually really like to do that - to tuck this boy inside of your rib cage, to keep him safe and keep him forever by having him as close to you as humanly possible.

but until science progresses enough that you’ll be able to do that without destroying both of you in the process (not that you wouldn’t, you think, destroy yourself to keep your stevie safe and protected), you settle for finding the raised lines littering your boyfriend’s torso under the sheets, gently running your fingertips along the scars from everything he’s been through, everything you’d give the universe to keep him from going through again - a gentle gesture of pure love, a silent vow of warmth and protection.

“okay, stevie,” you whisper, taking your lips off of his forehead but continuing your gentle touches to his scars, allowing yourself to focus on your boyfriend’s quiet breathing and the warmth of his body pressed so, so beautifully close to yours. “we’ll stay here for a little bit longer.”

you can tell he’s fallen back asleep before you’ve even finished speaking, but his hold around your body barely loosens - he clings to you, always wanting to feel your skin against his own, even in sleep. you don’t let go of him either, of course; you don’t fall back asleep yourself, but, you think in the soft morning light of your bedroom, holding this beautiful, strong boy in your shared bed, of it were up to you, you’d never let him go.

stranger things taglist: @mictodii, @whiskeyswriting, @lovings4turn, @dancingwith-sunflowers, @xoalexandrarose ! ( also going to tag @ghostlyfleur 😘 )

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[necrostar]

@mahoushojoumonster asked:

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Send “💠” for a drabble of my muse interacting with the muse(s) of my other RP Blogs

The standoff was intense. Both sides keeping a distance. Shocked. Furious. One hand on a weapon. Neither could believe the other was standing before them. Walking, talking, living. It was an insult to their very beings. A slap in the face to everything that happened to them. And, by the gods, they were ready to just reach other and snuff the gods-forsaken light out. Unsurprisingly, Bakura was the first to start snapping.

"I don't know what layer of hell you just crawled out of, but you have balls to come in here and start making fucking demands. This is my house and I will bury you in it." The anger was absolutely palpable. How dare he show back up. How dare he show his face in a sacred place. How fucking dare he be alive in his presence. How. Dare. He. The grip on the blade tightened with every word, face contorting further and further into rage. It was taking everything he had to not just close the gap and start painting his walls red. He needed this. He truly did. It was just a shame at which one he had the lovely opportunity to speak to.

Bakura's rage wasn't what got him. It was the way he talked to him. This... thing, this unfortunate mistake, this goddamned reminder of his fuckup, was talking back to him. Him! The King of Thieves! He balked, digging his heels further in to stand his ground. He's not taking this lying down.

"I will make fucking demands of you! I'm the reason you're even alive! You owe me!" Now his own infamous temper was flaring up in spades. It took little to set him off. "You're gods-damned welcome you have the opportunity to go outside and touch grass! I did so much for you, for us, and your reaction is to start fucking swinging? I've met pigs more well-behaved than you!" What the hell is his problem?! He should be grateful! It's all thanks to him that they're even alive past their due date in the first place! 

"I don't owe you a goddamn thing!!" His volume flared up, blade being brought up to point. His opponent doing the same. "I never asked for this! I never asked for you! All you and that other piece of shit ever did was make my life hell! You are THE worst thing to ever happen to me! Name three fucking things you did that benefitted both of us. Go on! I'll wait!!"

"You don't?!" The King of Thieves snapped, speaking loudly over the rest of Bakura's enraged little tangent. "What about back in Egypt? What about all the effort that I put in to get the pharaoh there? What about keeping you alive in Battle City? I do so much for you and you can't even thank me!"

That was enough to get the ex-spirit to freeze. To... thank him? Thank him? THANK HIM? There was a dead silence as Bakura just stared at the Thief King. His expression was blank. Which the almighty King of Thieves took as an unspoken victory. He lowered the blade and stood there proudly, hands on his hips.

"See? Now you see things my way. Now, repeat after me. 'Thank you, I owe you my l--'"

Maybe, in hindsight, he should've been paying closer attention.

Bakura's rage had grown into a monster in its own right. While the other prattled in false victory, he walked closer. Concealing the sound of his footsteps with cautious placement. And as soon as his target was within range, hell broke loose. Blood flew against walls, cabinets, the ceiling. It didn't matter. He didn't even care. The haughtiness, the unapologeticness, the lack of care. It was more than Bakura could handle. A furious hand covered the other's mouth while the other took out his pent-up emotions on the object of his hatred.

Maybe now he'll finally feel real.

[garoujo]

You show up for a date wearing a cute and flirty mini dress, and Nagi's breath hitches. Your usually lethargic boyfriend suddenly has you pressed up against the wall, hiking your dress up your hips and a dark, possessive look overtakes his eyes.

That last ep of bllk had me feeling some kinda way about this man 😳

omg NONNIE!!! the way he absolutely would omg.. he so would! def would! i’m literally spiralling rn this is enough to make me wanna buy that super pretty dress (ᐡ ̥_ ̫ _ ̥ᐡ) OMG ITS SO PRETTY! i would literally take a step out of my black wardrobe to live in this! <3 the way he pants against you! tugging and palming at your skin under the fabric as he mouths at your throat “look so good it’s such a pain.”

[hazbinhive]

" ... it works ... ? i can .. i can go home ....? " he should be ... ecstatic and part of him is but .... why does he feel sad?

[beforeimdeceased]

i love ur fics sm!! its my bday today and i was wondering if u could do a drabble on fem reader riding ellies strap. i can just imagine ellie getting absolutely pussy drunk on the sight alone.

happy birthday beautiful angel!

you’re so right about her getting pussy drunk. she’d be in a daze, fucking drooling all over herself watching the way it slides in and out of your cunt, the slick coating on the strap plus the way you clench on it would drive her up a wall. hands gripping onto your waist, guiding your hips up and down and back and forth. letting out a low “atta girl.” that sounds like she choked back a moan to get it out.

and there’d definitely be moments where she bucks up into you just to hear you moan and watch your body fall into hers. hands gripping onto her shoulders for some sort of balance. barely being able to catch your breath because you feel so fucking good. and she lovesssss making you feel so fucking good. eyes low while she bites her lip.

“you look so pretty on top babe. why don’t you be a good girl and make a beautiful mess for me to clean up?”

all while her hand slips down to spread your slick all over your clit, rubbing teasing circles. pushing you closer to the edge.

[lale-txt]

❥ 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐇𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐂𝐔𝐃𝐃𝐋𝐄 ↳ 𝐰/ 𝐀𝐭𝐬𝐮𝐦𝐮, 𝐎𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮, 𝐊𝐮𝐫𝐨𝐨, 𝐊𝐞𝐧𝐦𝐚, 𝐎𝐢𝐤𝐚𝐰𝐚, 𝐈𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐳𝐮𝐦𝐢 & 𝐒𝐚𝐤𝐮𝐬𝐚

a/n: reader is gn! i started drafting those during one of the first sticky hot summer nights of the year, then forgot about it until this came over me once again like a fever, and now here we are. i love writing drabbles because they force you to really think about the chars, how you perceive them and how to nail their unique personalities in 200 words or less. anyway, this is my first time writing for HQ after the brainworms got me down bad and i had lots of fun! hope you'll enjoy them too ♡

word count: 1.3k

𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐔 whines when you have the audacity to kick him back towards his end of the couch, catching your ankle and pulling you towards him in return, stubbornly ignoring your protests. Too hot to cuddle, my ass, he pouts, genuinely offended that you’d even consider that; when the only time Atsumu ever feels a sense of calm is when part of you touches him. Your hand playing with the shaved hair in the back of his neck, your leg hooked over his hipbone as you sprawl out in bed together, hell, even your icy cold feet shoved underneath his butt during winter. Something was missing when he couldn’t have your proximity. Yer so needy, Tsumu. So what if he was? He pulls you into his lap, face nuzzled into the crook of your neck, hands tightening around your waist. His breath fanning over your skin, hot and cool against it. Atsumu takes, he demands, but with you he is pleading, silent for once. Just a little longer–dreaming, breathing you in, kissing till he feels you smiling against his lips.

𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔 wears his hair shorter now, back at its natural dark color, too. You helped him buzz it off during one of those sticky summer nights. Both of you in nothing but your underwear, Osamu sitting on the edge of the bathtub in your cramped bathroom. One hand of yours holding a razor and the other clamped over your mouth because you horribly messed up a setting and now he had a funny little edge in his hair, throwing you both in a laughing fit. It was your first summer together and Osamu couldn’t help but hope that there would be many more like this to come, with your bodies orbiting each other, unable to keep your hands off despite the heat and the sweat, the air heavy and electric and yet so light whenever he hears you laugh. Nothing beats the feeling of lifting you up on the kitchen counter and your eyes lingering on his hands, shaping a midnight snack for the both of you, getting drunk on stolen glances and kisses. There’s many metaphors for food and love and right now, Osamu can taste them all on the tip of your tongue.

𝐊𝐔𝐑𝐎𝐎 hasn’t even kicked his shoes off at the entrance yet and is already loosening his tie, before slender fingers work down button for button on his shirt. He hears you laugh about his demeanor from the other end of the hallway. How lucky, he thinks to himself. To have someone waiting for him at home, making even long work days during the most miserable summer heat bearable. His shirt has barely hit the floor and he’s already on you, caging you in with his arms and covering every inch of your skin he can reach in kisses, despite your giggling and feigned huffing over how sticky he is, sending him to shower first (as if you wouldn’t come right after him). Kuroo purrs when your hands tangle in his hair. In the end you always pull him back towards your lips again, swallowing every little quip and taunt like candy, sweet and syrupy in your mouth. It reminds him how he fell in love with you many summers ago, his heart ablaze ever since.

𝐊𝐄𝐍𝐌𝐀 is glued to the fan at this point. He even switched gaming from his desktop set-up to a handheld console, reluctantly admitting that his old house would heat up even more with his computer running at full blast. His expression really says it all when you approach him, silently pleading for cuddles. Kenma just can’t understand how anyone would seek someone else’s body heat when the sun outside was already doing a pretty good job in trying to end him. Still, he isn’t immune to your charms, never was (one time he mumbled something about your stats being way too high and how everything changed once he received a love buff of yours). When you hold out a popsicle as a means of bribery and blink at him with those damn soft eyes of yours, Kenma pauses his game and holds out his arms. He hums into the kiss you give him before sitting down in his lap, your lips tasting like ice cream and summer love. He rests his chin on your shoulder, face nuzzled against your neck, before he continues his game, letting you feed him the sweet cold treat. Summer might have become a little more bearable with you in his life–though he was already looking forward to many winters under the kotatsu with you. 

𝐎𝐈𝐊𝐀𝐖𝐀 is squishing your cheeks together, his thumb brushing over the corner of your mouth. Collecting evidence, but also wanting to feel your tongue poke out slightly against it, cheeky as ever. Just how could you eat the last ice cream in the freezer without him? He lets out an exaggerated huff, feigned indignation, both of you knowing he can never keep this up for too long–not when it comes to you. Oikawa leans down to kiss you, your face still in a tight grip, tasting the remains of the ice cream on your lips, as if you weren’t sweet enough already. Maybe he can be bribed for another kiss when you offer a midnight walk to the 7/11 down the street, promising to pay for a cool sweet treat to make it up to him. He had already forgotten what he was mad about the moment you leaned into the kiss, but he’ll never say no to a chance to hold your hand, even if it’s sticky with leftover ice cream and the summer heat. To Oikawa, love is stored in the mundane things, even if his love for you is anything but that.

𝐈𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐙𝐔𝐌𝐈 is standing in the kitchen past midnight, wearing nothing but a pair of boxers while he roams the freezer for anything to help him cool down; even a pack of frozen peas would do. He feels a pang of guilt for having peeled away from you, your form pressed so tightly against him in his sleep, it almost gave him a heat stroke–for more reason than one. Everything is sticky and airless and Iwaizumi is sure that if he would have glanced at you even a minute longer, his heart might have just given out on him. All this love he holds for you, burning him up from the inside, like a fever. He lets out a long exhale when he presses an ice bag against the back of his neck, but it’s not that what causes a shiver down his spine; it’s two arms sneaking around his waist from behind, your sleepy voice mumbling out his name, your body melting into his again. The first kiss pressed on the side of your neck is an apology, the second one a promise. The third–to devour you.

𝐒𝐀𝐊𝐔𝐒𝐀 grumbles something about you being too sticky and sweaty, making a weak attempt to shove you back to your side of the bed, only to pull you back by your hips when you actually do leave some room between you. He can’t help it, you fit so perfectly in the curve of his body, your back pressed against his chest, one of his knees nudged between your legs, all tangled up. It’s the perfect position to plant kisses on the back of your neck, too. Kiyoomi loathes those hot summer nights in the concrete city. He’d rather be somewhere else with you, somewhere to breathe more easily through this heat. Maybe you should move to the countryside, yes. A small house with lots of green surrounding it. Less people and noise, just you and him. Yeah, he would like that. He kisses the back of your neck once more and takes a slow, deep inhale of your sweet scent, before sleep finally crawls upon him again. For now he’ll endure this heat, anything, as long as he can hold you in his arms like this–and have a cold shower with you in the morning, maybe.

[pinkmirth]

my new year’s resolution is to write the most detailed, thorough, scrumptious suguru fic . . . one so long that it’ll make my google docs fucking shut down. 75k of pure unadulterated filth or nothing at all

[kittifang]

ghost that has his leaking cock underneath ur soaking panties, sliding through the sloppy lips of your weeping pussy as punishment for disobeying him. Only focusing on his pleasure as you beg for him to stick it in and fuck you to oblivion :(, but he doesn't care. Dark eyes taking in your pitiful state. Your tears and pathetic mewls only fueling him to move faster, even slapping your sloppy cunt for good measure as you cry out to make sure you learn your lesson. And he's loving every second of it. He makes sure to angle your head down as he spills his sticky load all over your weeping cunt and soiled underwear. Cuz bad girls don't deserve to be stuffed full ;(

[faerieroyal]

𝐃𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐘’𝐒 𝐕𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐄’𝐒 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐓𝐒 !

— ❥ 𝐝𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐫: 𝐨𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐫 𝐩𝐢𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐢 + 𝐪𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞

( warnings: swearing, mentions of alcohol and drinking, mentions of crying, my wishful thinking for the upcoming f1 season )

“and that’s it! oscar piastri is the winner of the 2024 australian grand prix!”

for possibly the very first time, you’re very glad you and oscar don’t have any pets; it’s entirely possible the scream you let out right at this moment would give any small animals in hearing distance a heart attack. leaping off of your bed, you let the adrenaline and pure joy of this moment overtake you, jumping all around your bedroom and whooping as you punch your fists into the air.

if you’re this excited, you muse once you’ve calmed down enough to pause and catch your breath, you can only imagine how happy and overwhelmed oscar must be feeling. he’s just won his first grand prix, and even better, he’s just won his home race.

your boyfriend has just become a formula one race winner. you wish, from the bottom of your heart, that you had a younger version of oscar standing in front of you right now, so you could tell him that all the work he was putting in would be worth it some day. you suspect that oscar himself would probably want to do the same thing.

practically flinging yourself back onto your bed, you pull your computer back onto your lap, just in time to watch max verstappen shower your boyfriend in champagne from where he stands on the second step of the podium. oscar laughs on your screen as the golden liquid pours over his shoulders and turns to spray max in return, but the camera filming him also picks up the red rimming his eyes and the tears still glistening on his face - happy tears, you can only assume, from all the emotions he must be feeling at a moment as amazing as this.

he looks strangely beautiful like this, taking a moment to drink from his own champagne bottle with skin flushed from adrenaline and emotion and glistening with overjoyed tears and champagne, and you wish desperately that you could be there with him. you’d both known going into this relationship that you wouldn’t be able to attend every race, of course, since you have a life of your own and a job that doesn’t allow you to work remotely, but that doesn’t mean not being there in person to celebrate with him after a good race or comfort him after a bad one doesn’t suck sometimes. it sucks more than ever right now, when something as fucking incredible as this has just happened and you can’t be there to give your talented, beautiful oscar a congratulatory kiss and spend the whole night telling him how proud you are of him.

once the stream on your computer switches to media interviews, you switch it off and close the laptop - as much as you want to keep watching oscar basking in the glow of his win, you know he hates media anyway, and as mean as it might be, you don’t really want to have to sit through the interviews with other drivers that will be shown before they get to your boyfriend. besides, you still have things to get done tonight while you wait for oscar to give you his usual after-race call.

it’s something you and oscar always do, after a race and the debrief and everything else he has to do on a race. normally, your facetime calls can last for hours as you talk and laugh and sometimes just stay silent, taking each other in, and they’re something you’ve come to treasure, but you’re sure your call tonight won’t last nearly as long. oscar has just won his first formula one race; no doubt he’s going to be taken out to party and celebrate the moment he’s showered and changed, and that isn’t going to leave a lot of time for a call with you. which, honestly, you’re more than fine with - you want him to go out and have fun, to celebrate his win even if you can’t be there to do it with him.

the call comes in as you’re sitting on your living room couch folding laundry, a candid picture of oscar making an exaggeratedly sour face in his mcclaren suit popping up on your phone screen. hurriedly you toss the pair of shorts you’ve been folding to the side and scoop up the phone to answer it, oscar’s beautiful, smiling face taking up your screen as the connection goes through.

“oscar jack fucking piastri,” you exclaim before he has the chance to get a word out. “how dare you win your first race without me there. i oughta break up with you right now.”

oscar chuckles, dipping his head and allowing a few stray strands of hair to fall into his face, making him look terribly soft and sweet. his hair still looks sticky with champagne and sweat, you notice; he didn’t even wait to shower before calling you.

“well, sorry about that,” he replies in an amused voice. “here’s hoping you’ll be there when i win the next one so we can celebrate properly. i mean, lando offered to give me a congrats kiss in your place, but i doubt he would’ve been any good at it.”

you lean your head back laughing at that, before agreeing, “yeah, here’s hoping. so what are you doing to celebrate? gonna show lando and logan australia’s hottest clubs?”

oscar snorts, and then says something totally and completely unexpected, at least to you: “nah. ‘m staying in tonight. would rather talk to you anyway.”

“what?” you burst out, shocked. you’ve known since you met him that oscar’s never really been one for crowded social settings, especially ones as loud as clubs tend to be, but you’d assumed this would be an exception. “oscar, you just won a fucking formula one race. your first one. and you’re not gonna go out and celebrate that?”

“i am celebrating,” he replies, completely casually, like the two of you are just talking about the weather and you’re not trying to talk him out of ditching celebrating a race win just to talk to you. “i’m celebrating by spending the whole night talking to my awesome partner who I really wish was actually here right now - or at least the whole night after i take a shower, probably, ‘cause my hair feels kinda gross right now-” he runs a hand through his locks, looking a bit sheepish. “-instead of going out and getting shitfaced and watching logan completely fail at flirting. much rather be doing this than that, i promise.”

once the shock of his plans for the night fades, you think, for a brief second, that you could honestly cry right now. here’s your boyfriend, having just achieved a dream that you know he’s been working towards since he was old enough to drive a kart, and instead of going out and drinking and dancing with his friends to celebrate… he just wants to spend the night talking to you. it’s such a simple expression of love, really, simple and wordless, but it’s so utterly tender and sweet that you wish, not for the first time tonight, that you were there with oscar right now, so you could kiss all over his beautiful face and let him know how much you love him right back.

“i mean, unless you had plans tonight,” oscar continues, completely oblivious to your adoring inner monologue, and his sheepish expression increases. “sorry, i should’ve asked, it’s totally cool if you have something else-”

“no, no,” you interrupt, shaking your head vehemently. “i don’t have any plans, it’s fine. and even if i did i’d probably cancel them. i’d rather be here with you than somewhere else, too, osc.”

oscar blinks in response to that, before a shy little half-smile takes over his face, and he asks softly, “yeah?”

“yeah,” you say with a soft smile of your own, and you hope that that facial expression conveys everything you can’t quite put into words - how much you love him, how unbelievably proud you are of him, how absolutely fucking grateful you are to have him in your life, to have someone who will do things like this for you without a second thought, because that’s just the kind of person he is.

you’re pretty sure a simple smile doesn’t convey all of that, but you’re also not sure you’ll ever be able to put all of that into words that will convey how much you mean the sentiment. so you settle, in this moment, for doing what oscar wants: you settle back into the couch cushions, bring your legs up to your chest so that you can rest the hand holding your phone on your knee, and begin, “so, you will not believe what happened at work today…”

formula one taglist: @whiskeyswriting, @lovings4turn !

general taglist: @maddipoof, @thatmagickjuju, @talkingturnedtoscreamss, @malafvma, @auxiliarydetective, @heliads, @oneirataxia-girl !

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[dwaekkicidal]

Idk if your asks are still open, but I have a recommendation...

Where it's like a poly with two of the members, and they're arguing over which fingers to use on you. (While actively demonstrating)

(Ex. One member is a firm believer of using Pointer/middle finger. While the other prefers middle/ring finger) idk if it makes sense lol

A possible quote "Who the hell told you how to use those fingers"

poly asks have my heart i need MOAR. thank u :3

VocalRacha x Fingering Argument

~500 words | warnings: fem!reader, fingering, (1) pvssy + thigh slap (im sorry i cant help myself), kinda meandom vocalracha, mentions of being tied up

So the first two who really came to mind were Seungmin and Jeongin. And it would SOOO start off as a random argument between them 😭 I won't write a full fic about it for this ask but I'll write a little drabble of sorts

❥ It would happen one of the times you leave them unattended at your apartment. Maybe you had to run out to grab food or wanted to run to the corner store on your own. You're gone for no more than an hour and they still managed to get on the topic of sex and fingering. (probably due to an nsfw meme one of them found/one of the boys found and sent to a group chat)

❥ Bombard you the second you walk in the door. "Jagi, which fingers do you prefer when we fuck you?" & "Puppyyyy~ Tell him I'm right. I know your pussy better than him, right?" Front door wide open and all lol

❥ They argue about it through the whole night until you inevitably get sick of it and just tell them it's all the same. Which, to your dismay, only ends in you in the bedroom with them both between your legs. If you think it's all the same then they feel the need to experiment.

❥ Minnie's most likely gonna be mean to both of you during the whole thing. Starts with a swift "Sit the fuck still or else I'll tie you down." to you and a "Who the fuck taught you that?!? Paboya." to Jeongin

❥ They'd try to do it by taking turns at first. Seungmin lets Jeongin go first and lets him try to "explain" why his way is better but gets fidgety and eventually pulls the other boy's wrist away from you. So Seungmin forces his turn like that and all goes smoothly while he tries to explain his way.

❥ All until Jeongin gets antsy and now they just go back and forth, shoving their fingers deep into your cunt while they bicker back and forth about whose way is better.

❥ They tried to get your opinion on the matter, but after 20+ minutes of them unintentionally edging you and accidentally bullying your G-spot, you're sort of zoned out. A little "fucked dumb" if you will

❥ Jeongin's fingers are still in you when they realize you aren't paying attention and he curves them meanly into your G-spot in an attempt to get your attention. When that doesn't work Seungmin will land a harsh slap to your folds and/or to your thigh

❥ When they find out that you haven't been paying attention the whole time they'll roll their eyes and tell you to focus because they "have no plans to stop until you give us an answer."

❥ At this point it's not so much about what fingers are better, they just want to be right no matter what. Which! Inevitably turns this a competition on who can make you cum faster with their fingers and/or them edging you until you tell them whose way is "better"

❥ You're having a whole lot of orgasms that night. Almost all of which are pulled from their fingers and, depending on how much you toss and turn, may or may not end with you being held down forcefully by whoever isn't knuckles deep into your cunt 🤭

Taglist:

@jiminssluttyminx @changisworld @juskz @linohumina @rylea08

@grandma143 @caught-in-the-afterglow @yaorzu-blog @jabmastersupriseee

[4unnyr0se]

Hi!! I saw your posts that you're busy writing reqs, so sorry if this ask is too much now!! Could you write a pt 2 for the tinder match with ushijima? :3 I liked your writing sm and I need more fics with him 😭

❥ tulips and roses | wakatoshi ushijima

part two of this drabble

warnings: timeskip! usjijima, fem! reader, experienced! reader, ushi isnt a virgin and he KNOWS how to fuck now, fingering, cunnilingus, making out, kitche counter sex, protected sex, ushi is so serious i adore him, lewd language, size kink but only if u squint

MDNI | 18+ content

word count -> 1.2k

a/n: hopefully i did this big guy justice. i wrote this when i literally just woke up lol

got a request? my asks are open!

“Fuck!” echoed through your apartment, your hands bunching up Ushijima’’s chartreuse hair in little clumps as he lifted you onto your kitchen counter with no struggle at all, his large and calloused hands squeezing the fat of your hips. You giggled as his meadow eyes stared at you with such a longing desire, a desire for more of your guidance. “You really missed me, huh?”

“You have absolutely no idea,” he groaned, melding his lips with yours in a frenzied kiss. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him impossibly closer to yourself. His teeth bit down onto the pout of your bottom lip, rolling it between the pearly whites. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking of you since that night,” he broke the kiss, aiming to pepper your neck with delicate nibbles instead. “About what you did to me.”

“You mean how I took your virginity?” you giggled, tilting your head to the side so he could suckle on your delicate skin. “I gotta admit, it was one of my better hookups.”

Ushijima chuckled into your neck, his hand wandering upwards to grope your breasts through the thinness of your white tank top. “I’m glad I could make you feel that way. You were…” he pulled his lips away from your neck, staring longingly into your eyes. “Spectacular.”

“I’m flattered,” you purred, trailing your hands across his shoulder, your fingertips dancing along the toned muscles. “So, what did you have in mind today? Since you’ve been craving me so much, ‘Toshi.”

He groaned as his given name fell from your lips, his thumb pulling down your soaked panties with ease. If he knew you had only slept in a tank top and panties, he would have offered for you to spend several nights in his penthouse. “You’re dripping for me,” he sighed at the sight, sliding the rough pads of his fingers up and down your glistening heat. 

“When did you learn to talk so dirty? Had any other encounters since last week?” you moaned softly, your face contorting in pleasure as he carefully inserted his index and middle finger inside of your cunt.

“No, it’s just been you,” his nose brushed against your clit, his fingers slowly pumping in and out of you. “But I’ve seen videos. I’ve done research.” he curled his fingers inside of you, your hands clenching onto the granite countertops. 

“Shit,” you whimpered, spreading your legs further apart for him, your glistening heat fully on display. “I-it’s paying off, your fingers are amazing, ‘Toshi.”

“I wonder if my tongue will be amazing as well?” he offered you the ghost of a smirk, gently kissing your soaked folds while his fingers continued their ministrations inside your core. He flattened his tongue, sliding the muscle up and down until he had a taste of your slick. You squirmed above him, the slow and sensual pace driving you mad. 

Ushijima practically made out with your pussy, his tongue swirling around your throbbing clit as he felt your gummy walls contract around his fingers. This meant you were close. He was sure of it. He pulled his fingers away, his mouth leaving your clit.

“Why’d you stop? I was so close!” you whined, blowing your hair out of your face. Ushijima didn’t respond, only taking off his pants and boxers. A condom rested between his soaked fingers, the metallic packaging shining in the moonlight of your kitchen. 

“Because I want you to cum on my cock,” he plainly stated, kissing you briefly. He easily ripped the foil with his teeth, sliding on the latex. “I want to make you feel as good as you made me feel the night you took my virginity.” his hands pried your legs apart even further, the tip of his cock teasing your soaked entrance.

“Don’t be a fucking tease, ‘Toshi,” you muttered, arching your back forward. “Fuck me already, please.”

“So demanding,” he whispered against your ear, snapping his hips against yours. His massive cock filled you up instantly, the sensation still being incredibly foreign to you. You choked out a sob, your hands choosing to find purchase on his sturdy shoulder blades instead of the kitchen counter. “That’s what I like about you, darling,” he thrust into you again, this time a bit sharper. “You take what you want,” another thrust. “When you want it,”

“Fuck, ‘Toshi! T-too big!” you cried, your legs wrapped around his waist once more for support as he pounded into you, the sound of his balls slapping against your ass filling the room. Every thrust was calculated. He knew exactly how to make you scream his name. He was a prodigy at everything he did, after all. 

“You can take it. I know you can,” he kissed your neck, grasping onto your hips as he fucked into you, adoring the sensation of your gummy walls squeezing around him. “So fucking tight for me, hm? Tell me, darling,” he bit down harshly on your neck for a moment, sucking on the skin. “Did you touch yourself to the thought of me?”

You nodded in agreement, letting out a cry of both pain and pleasure as the head of his massive cock finally hit your G-spot. “Y-yes, ‘Toshi! Missed your touch, fuck!”

“I missed you as well. I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you when you wanted me,” he apologized, gently kissing the blooming bruise on your jugular. “You’re fucking squeezing me. Are you close? Use your words, darling.”

“Mhm!” was all you could choke out, pleasure causing your brain to grow fuzzy. He fucked you like a man gone wild, but yet he was simultaneously so calculated with his movements. “M’gonna cum!”

“Then cum, darling. Don’t hold back now,” he ordered, his cock twitching inside of you.

Your world disintegrated around you as your orgasm finally came, your slick coating the latex that encased his cock. “‘Toshi!” you cried, clawing desperately at his shoulders as he fucked you through your high. He did not relent after your orgasm stopped, instead choosing to chase his own nirvana. His thrusts became sloppy and uncoordinated, the thought of his release consuming his mind.

“Fuck, I’m going to cum,” his deep voice rumbled, his lips finding themselves on yours once more. His tongue pried your mouth open, exploring it once more as his seed filled the condom. His thrusts slowed down until they came to a halt, his cock resting snugly inside of your heat. 

“Was that good enough for you?” he asked, pulling away from the kiss. He pecked your forehead, sliding the condom off of his length and disposing of it in the kitchen trash. 

You nodded, giggling slightly. “Yeah, it was. You’ve really improved since we first met.”

“I aim to improve all aspects of my life, including how to fuck,” Ushijima offered you a small smile, a rare sight indeed. “I don’t think I’ll need any other women, though,” he placed a hand on your shoulder. “I have only eyes for you.”

He took a deep breath and pecked your cheek again, the faintest shade of pink ghosting his cheeks. “Would you like to come to one of my games sometime? I can assure you that we will win.”

You chuckled and cupped his cheek. “I’d very much like that.”

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Ouka Bars. ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ " 𝗔𝗻𝗱 𝗵𝗲𝗿𝗲 𝗜 𝗹𝗲𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝘀𝗶𝗿𝗲𝘀 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗹𝗼𝗻𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗳𝗼𝗿𝗺 𝗼𝗳 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝘄𝗻 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗮𝗻𝗶𝗲𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗰𝗹𝗮𝗰𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗸𝗲𝘆𝗯𝗼𝗮𝗿𝗱𝘀. 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗲𝗻𝗷𝗼𝘆, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜 𝘄𝗶𝘀𝗵 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗼 𝗮𝗰𝗰𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘆𝗼𝘂, 𝗮𝘀 𝗺𝘂𝗰𝗵 𝗮𝘀 𝗜 𝗵𝗮𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺… "

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𝐈𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐩𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐚 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥-𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝 (𝐡/𝐜), 𝐚𝐜𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐚𝐧𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐲 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐬𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐧𝐝. 𝐎𝐧𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐥, 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝 𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐠𝐨𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐝…˚ · .

𝐃𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐘𝐔𝐈𝐂𝐇𝐈 ﾟ☾ ﾟ｡⋆ ... profile

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ kind, privileged, possibly two-faced, daddy is protective of him and would rather wait patiently for you to confess first until someone decides to declare their love to you...

𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗦 : [ DY's secret realms... ]

𝐇𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫, 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐲 𝐛𝐞𝐟𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐬𝐩. 𝐒𝐭𝐨𝐧𝐞-𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐰𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐦𝐞𝐥𝐭 𝐚𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮…˚ · .

𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 ₊˚.⋆𖤓⋆⁺₊✧ ... profile

˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳❥ stoic, hard-headed, faux red hair, hates everyone but you and someone who is willing to kill anyone harboring ill towards you and one with puppy syndrome, a helicopter hovering son of a gun who is a total mess for you...

𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗦 : [ AS's secret realms... ]

𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐭𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦, 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐥𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞...˚ · .

𝐎𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀 𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐔ೄྀ࿐ ˊˎ- ... profile

·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ tired, favourite pastime is sleeping, hetero, and is tired of you acting aloof of the other two's advances, hates crowds and hates the attention that unfortunately is brought along with the spotlight dawned on you, the complimentary childhood friend....

𝗦𝗣𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗙𝗙𝗦 : [ UNAVAILABLE ]

𝐖𝐡𝐚𝐭 𝐰𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐧? 𝐖𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐩𝐫𝐞𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥? 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐮𝐧𝐟𝐨𝐥𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐬𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐲 𝐨𝐟 (𝐦/𝐧) (𝐥/𝐧) 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐭𝐰𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐚𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐯𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐞𝐫 𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐲 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐨𝐟 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝…˚ · .

𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐲 𝐭𝐮𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐞!

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