#I want to hold it up to my ear and hear the rush of the wind

[myhobari]

- just relax.

miles caton x black reader

Summary -

After a longgg and tiring day at work, you arrive home feeling weighed down by the day's challenges. Fortunately, your thoughtful boyfriend is there to sense what you need, ready to offer comfort and support to help you unwind and feel cherished.

First piece of writing everrr! Let me know if you enjoyed :3

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You unlock the front door with what feels like the last bit of energy you’ve got. The day’s weight hits you all at once���mentally, physically, emotionally. You don’t even make it past the entryway before your Telfar slides off your shoulder and drops to the floor. A second later, you kick off your heels with a dull clatter.

Everything hurts. Your feet are screaming, your back feels like it’s been twisted up for hours, and your head’s been pulsing since lunch.

“Miles?” you call out, voice low, tired.

From the kitchen, you hear him:

“In here, baby. I got you.”

You walk in and pause.

The lights are low. A candle flickers on the counter.

And there he is—barefoot, in soft gray sweats and a black tee that fits a little too well. Your playlist hums low in the background, that chill, vibey mix he swears he didn’t make just for you.

He turns, sees your face, and all the playfulness in his eyes shifts to something softer. Sweeter.

“Rough day?” he asks, already making his way to you.

You just nod, and before you can even say more, his arms are around you—warm, steady, grounding.

His lips press to your forehead, then your cheek.

Then your shoulder.

And then finally, to your lips—a slow, lingering kiss that makes your chest loosen just a little.

“Let me take care of you,” he says quietly.

“Been waiting to touch you all day.”

He leads you to the bathroom, and your breath catches.

The tub is already full—steamy, calm, and smelling faintly of eucalyptus and something sweet. A candle flickers in the corner. The mirror’s fogged a little.

You blink. “Wait—when did you do all this?”

“Like thirty minutes ago,” he says, grinning softly. “You texted me that one-word reply earlier, I knew you were about to come home burnt out.”

His hands rest at your waist, thumbs rubbing slow, easy circles. He doesn’t rush anything. Not your clothes. Not your earrings. Not even your socks. He takes his time—stripping you down with care, like he’s undoing the day piece by piece. Even kisses your ankle after pulling off your sock.

You ease into the tub, sinking into the warmth with a soft sigh. It’s instant relief.

He sits next to the tub, close enough for his knuckles to trail lightly across your shoulder. Just that little touch makes you melt a bit more.

“You work too hard, baby,” he says, voice low.

You smile tiredly.

“Miles… you know I love my job. It just gets overwhelming sometimes. Plus, I don’t always want to depend on you.”

He doesn’t flinch. Doesn’t get defensive.

He just leans in, brushes his thumb across your cheek.

“I know you love it. And I love that you care so much about what you do. But listen—needing me sometimes doesn’t make you weak. You’re allowed to lean on me, alright? That’s what I’m here for.”

You hold your breath for a moment, letting the anticipation build as you gaze into his eyes, sparkles of emotion dancing between you. Your heart races, finally beginning to steady.

He leans in, his forehead touching yours, and the world around you fades.

“Let me hold you up when you’re tired. That’s all I’m asking.” The intensity of his words ignites something deep within you.

You nod, a single movement that carries so much weight. It’s all you can muster, and yet it’s everything.

The bath water splashes playfully around you, his hand warm against your skin. The room hums with tranquility, the playlist weaving a dreamy backdrop—each note pulling you further into bliss.

Minutes slip away in peaceful, intoxicating stillness. And then, his voice slices through the serenity, barely above a whisper:

“Wanna eat something after? I made your favorite.”

A smile blooms on your lips, eyes still closed, anticipation tingling at your fingertips.

“Yeah… I’d love that.”

⸻

When he finally helps you out of the tub, he wraps you in the softest towel imaginable—one that’s been warmed up just for you in the dryer.

There’s no rush. No pressure—just his comforting presence enveloping you.

As he carries you to bed, your legs elegantly draped over his arm and your head resting on his chest, a thrilling sense of safety washes over you. It’s the kind of security that needs no words, just a steady, undeniable connection.

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Part 2

[weeping-treee]

A Desperate Man- Part 14

Simon loves you. So goddamn much

All parts here

2,403 words

(Pictures aren't mine. Gotta love Pinterest.)

(And this is basically an AU that I made up. Still set in, and a little before MW 2019, so eat up bitches<3)

“We still gotta go shoppin’, love,” he murmurs against your hair.

You chuckle, rubbing his back softly. “Whatever you say, Lieutenant.”

He huffs. “I’ll deal with that attitude later. C’mon, go get dressed.” He pulls away and turns you toward the bedroom.

You roll your eyes and start walking, but before you disappear around the corner, you throw one last thing over your shoulder—just to make his breath catch.

“You should move in. Just sayin’.”

He stops dead in his tracks, staring at the spot where he last saw you—like you’d just said the most beautifully absurd thing in the world. His legs move before his brain does, following after you without hesitation.

And when he reaches your bedroom, you’re half-dressed, slipping on one of his shirts like you own it.

Like you own him.

Which—let’s face it—you do.

He stands there, stunned. Speechless. Like maybe he didn’t hear you right. Until the words tumble out in a single, breathless rush:

“What did you just say?”

“I said, you should move in,” you repeat, more casual now. “You’re basically living here anyway. Maybe I don’t want it to end when you go back to work.”

You finish buttoning your jeans and glance up at him. The dumbfounded look on his face makes you chuckle.

“Is it too fast? Do you not want to? I just thought it’d be better than those old beds on base—”

“No.” His voice is soft. Immediate. “It’s just unexpected, is all.”

He steps closer, brushing a stray lock of hair behind your ear.

“Do you want that? Me to move in?”

You nod, wrapping your arms around him. “I wouldn’t have asked if I didn’t want it, Si.”

"Guess I'm movin' in then." He kisses your head, but you squeeze him so hard it steals his breath.

"Jesus, small but fuckin' mighty." He chuckles.

"C'mon then. Shopping time." You release and head out of the room with a new light about you.

He shakes his head and follows after you, rubbing his ribs from your tiny arms.

The drive to the markets is comfortable and quiet. Simon fills the silence with questions about your dad and small squeezes to your thigh as he drives.

"What should we make him for dinner?" He glances at you for a second before focusing back on the road.

"He likes steak. Typical man. Happy with whatever is hot and edible. Like you."

He laughs. "You sayin' I'm easy to please?"

"In certain aspects of life. The way to a man's heart is through his stomach. So you're doing good thinking about how to please my dad with dinner."

He hums, squeezing your thigh once more.

"I don't have a grill though." You murmur, pulling out your phone to look for one.

"I've got it. Don't you worry sweetheart." He pats your thigh before parking.

You reach into the glove compartment and pull out a black surgical mask, handing it to him. "Here."

He smiles softly at how much you know him before securing it on his face.

You both walk to and through markets, buying small things and necessities for dinner tomorrow, and groceries for the week. You pout every time Simon insists on paying. Your final straw is the £285 wood pellet grill you had picked out.

"Simon, you've spent enough. Let me at least pay for something."

He doesn't even respond. Just chuckles and takes the bags you're holding from you AND wheels the buggy holding the grill box out of the market.

You hate it. You hate how he's being such a goddamn man. How his forearms flex beneath the weight of the grocery bags. Jesus Christ, you're done for. No more independent woman here. Just an utterly ruined girlfriend.

While he packs the car up you point out a store you wanna go to, alone. He says no at first—not wanting you to go by yourself, but you lie and say it’s some girly store and tell him to wait in the car. Which isn’t a complete lie—it’s a jewelry store, for fuck’s sake.

You stride in with one thing on your mind. Ownership. Whether its of you or of him. Something.

You browse before your eyes land on the necklaces. There are the name ones, but your eyes land on the initials. Knowing Simon would like to keep your name out of things if a situation would arise that needed anonymity.

You pick out two silver chains,—one with an "S" on it for you, and another with your initial on it for him. It's subtle, yet that's the best part. He's all about practicality with low visibility. He could put your initial right on the chain with his dog tags, and you'd always be right next to his heart. You obviously buy them both immediately.

You get the little bag to carry them in and walk to the car as if nothing happened.

"What's in the bag, love?"

"A surprise for when we're home."

He raises a brow but doesn't question it, just puts the car in drive and drives home. His home. Your home.

He brings all the groceries in, and insists on building the grill alone. Which gives you the perfect chance to take the little initial charm and slide it onto his dog tag chain. It rests perfectly right over the tags. Small. Subtle. But meaningful nonetheless. You put yours on and wait for him to notice.

Which does take hours, since he's out on the back patio, cussing out the instructions for being so damn stupid. You call him in for dinner, telling him to take a break.

He enters the kitchen and hugs you from behind. He sighs and you feel the stress drain from him as he holds you.

"Hungry?" You ask, rubbing his hand on your abdomen.

"Fuckin' starving, love." He kisses your head before plopping down in his spot at the table.

You bring him a plate and set it down, taking his hand and putting his chain in it. His brows furrow as he looks at his dog tags. "What's this about?" He starts before you see the realization when he turns them over. "You didn't..."

A pause.

Then he huffs a quiet, disbelieving laugh—one of those rare ones, the kind that barely escapes his chest but hits you like a sledgehammer.

“You’re serious?”

Your smile falters for a second. “You don’t like it?”

Simon blinks. “Don’t like it?” he repeats, like the words offend him.

Then he’s up—just like that—pushing his chair back with a scrape, grabbing your hand, and tugging you gently but firmly into his space.

His arms wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against him. One hand slides to the back of your neck. The other curls protectively around your side, like he’s shielding something fragile.

His forehead drops to yours.

“I fuckin’ love it, sweetheart.”

You barely have time to breathe before he kisses you.

It’s not hungry. Not rushed. Just firm and slow and steady—like he’s pouring everything he doesn’t know how to say into that single moment.

When he finally pulls back, he rests his hand over the chain at your chest.

“You’re mine now,” he murmurs. “Everyone’ll know.”

“You’ve always been mine,” you whisper back. “This just makes it obvious.”

He chuckles softly, pressing a kiss to your head before releasing you. “We better eat before we get all fuckin’ sentimental.”

You shake your head as you grab your plate and sit beside him. Dinner is filled with quiet conversation and casual touches—his knee brushing yours under the table, fingers grazing your wrist in passing—until the food is gone.

You stand, collecting the plates.

“I’ll wash up and come help you outside in a minute, okay?”

He nods, but doesn’t move.

Both of you freeze at the sudden knock at the door.

You glance at him. He glances at you.

You’re the first to move, padding toward the entry with Simon following behind, shoulders tense.

You open the door—and his heart drops while yours leaps out of your chest.

Your Dad.

MacMillan.

“Dad!” you exclaim, throwing your arms around him.

He hugs you back with a chuckle.

You huff softly. “You’re early! You weren’t supposed to be here until tomorrow.”

“Thought I’d surprise you,” he replies, ruffling your hair. “Figured I’d catch him off guard. Make sure he’s treatin’ my little girl right.”

He locks eyes with Simon.

“Dad, of course he is. But I had things planned! We were gonna make dinner, I haven’t even baked anything yet—”

“Enough of that. It’s just me. Don’t need dinner or dessert. A cold one and a sit-down with this one’ll do just fine.”

You let him in, feeling Simon practically vibrating beside you with restrained nerves.

“Simon Riley,” your dad says, appraising him with a veteran’s stare. “The Ghost. I’ve heard great things.”

“Thank you, sir. Pleasure to meet you.” Simon offers his hand, firm and steady despite the storm inside.

Your father takes it without hesitation—a quick, tight handshake with weight behind it.

Then you break the tension, practically herding them like a sheepdog.

“Alright—c’mon. Beers. Couch. Let’s go.”

You set the beers down on the coffee table—one for you, one for your dad, and one for Simon, who still hasn’t sat down.

MacMillan takes his with a nod, easing into the chair near the couch like it’s a briefing room chair. The man has presence, even when relaxed—calm, controlled, observant.

Simon finally lowers himself onto the far end of the couch next to you, careful, composed. His posture straight, back rigid. Like he’s about to be debriefed after a mission gone sideways.

You perch between them, leaning forward to pop the cap off your own bottle. But Simon, grabs it first and does it for you, handing it to you before opening his own.

Silence stretches.

MacMillan studies Simon over the rim of his beer. “So,” he says finally, voice low and dry, “you’re the one.”

Simon doesn’t flinch. “I suppose I am.”

“And what exactly are your intentions with my daughter?”

You turn, shooting your dad a look. “Really? That’s the opening?”

He ignores you. Never looks away from Simon.

Simon doesn’t blink. “To be worthy of her. To be worthy of a future with her. Every day I’m lucky enough to be around.”

That makes MacMillan’s brow rise—just a fraction. But the corner of his mouth twitches, too. Approval? Maybe.

“You know what she does when you’re not around?” he asks, cracking his neck as he leans back. “She talks about you. Tells me stories. Some funny. Some painful.”

Simon swallows but nods. “I know.”

“And you? You talk about her to anyone?” MacMillan asks pointedly.

Simon hesitates. “No, sir.”

Your dad gives a short nod. “Smart man.”

You look between them like you’re watching a fencing match. Neither giving ground. And somehow, it’s thrilling.

MacMillan sips his beer again, eyes still fixed on Simon. “I’ve trained a lot of men. Lost a lot of them, too. But you—I’ve heard your name for years. Hell, Laswell called you a stubborn bastard. Price called you a bloody miracle.”

Simon doesn’t respond. He’s listening. Processing.

“But none of that means shit,” your dad continues, “if you hurt her.”

You sigh, "Jesus, Dad—"

Simon straightens his shoulders, jaw tight. “Would rather die than do that.”

Your father stares at him. Long. Hard.

Then he leans forward, rests his elbows on his knees, and holds out his hand again.

“Well then. Glad we understand each other.”

Simon grips it without hesitation. Firm. Respectful.

When they finally release, the room breathes again.

You lean back on the couch, heart pounding.

“Well,” you say, “that went better than I thought.”

MacMillan grunts. “It’s not over yet. I’m staying the weekend.”

Simon exhales—slow and sharp. You see the panic hit him like a wave.

“Oh for fuck’s sake,” he mutters under his breath, and you can’t help but laugh.

"You must be hungry. Let me go heat dinner back up for you," you say, giving Simon’s hand a quick squeeze before heading into the kitchen.

The moment you’re out of sight, the room quiets again—just the soft hum of the fridge and the distant clatter of you pulling dishes from the cabinets.

Simon doesn’t shift in his seat.

MacMillan doesn’t speak right away.

Just sips his beer. Slow. Deliberate.

Then: “You love her?”

Simon’s answer is immediate. “Yes, sir.”

“Good,” MacMillan says, setting his bottle down on a coaster. “She’s not easy to love. She’s stubborn. Got her mother’s spine.”

Simon smirks faintly. “I’ve noticed.”

“Means you’ll have to be twice as steady,” he adds, eyes cutting toward Simon. “Because if you make her doubt herself—she’ll run before you even know you’ve lost her.”

Simon’s throat bobs with the swallow. “She’s already got me anchored, sir. Has from the start.”

MacMillan hums at that. Leans back, folding his arms.

“I’ve had soldiers under me break under less. But you—” he eyes Simon up and down, as if trying to read his soul, “—you don’t seem the type to run.”

“I’ve got nowhere else I’d rather be,” Simon says quietly.

The older man gives a slow nod. “Then we really understand each other.”

Another quiet stretch. Then MacMillan leans in just slightly, like he’s offering a rare gift.

“She laughs more around you. Talks faster. Sleeps better, I think.”

Simon blinks, caught off guard.

MacMillan doesn’t let it show, but his voice softens, just a touch. “So whatever it is you’re doing... keep doing it.”

Before Simon can respond, your voice floats in from the kitchen.

“Hope you two aren’t trying to out-intimidate each other in there.”

MacMillan chuckles under his breath, just once. “Not yet.”

Simon exhales a quiet breath of relief.

Not full approval, yet—but respect.

And from a man like MacMillan? That might be even better.

Simon’s still lost in that thought when MacMillan speaks again—calm, direct.

“You thinkin’ about proposing?”

Simon blinks. Stares. “I haven’t... not thought about it.”

MacMillan shifts in his seat. Reaches into his coat pocket. Pulls out a small velvet box and holds it out.

“That was her mother’s,” he says simply. “She’s always wanted it. Was waiting for her to find a man good enough to give it to her. So when you’re ready—you have my approval.”

Simon forgets how to breathe.

His eyes drop to the box. His hands move slow, careful as he takes it. The weight of it sinks into his palm like a stone.

“Thank you… sir.”

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First off congratulations!! Second off I've been waiting for someone to open requests. I have this idea where Sam Winchester and reader are babysitting readers niece or baby cousin or something. And it starts out really fluffy where the baby is sleeping and readers tryna tell Sammy he would be a great father maybe with prompt

“i want to have a family with you”

And then the mom of the kid comes to pick her up and after they leave Sam like jumps readers bones and either like prompt 49 from nsfw but he basically is like dead set on getting reader pregnant. Anyways I feel like you could write it ssoososo good so!! ❤️❤️

16. “i want to have a family with you”

49. "i had no idea you were into this kinda thing."

divider from @cursed-carmine

the baby coos up at sam, mindlessly reaching up at him, but his attention is on you. and your attention is on him, watching him interact with your little cousin

“what are you staring at?” sam asks, that gorgeous stupid smile on his face, idly bouncing your baby cousin up and down in his lap as he kept looking at you

“lookin’ at you” you answer, not embarrassed to say you were looking at him, more like admiring him and how he handled the baby with such care and gentleness. “you look like your made for this”

“what?” sam laughs, almost in disbelief, shaking his head as he looks down at the baby in his lap “are you hearing this?” he asks her, still with that cheesy smile on his face

“sammy” you say, trying to get him to look at you. your smile grows as he looks back at you, your eyes locking with that familiar comfort you both had gotten used to “i think i want to have a family with you”

“baby what-?” he says, caught off gaurd but his smile never faltering. he likes the idea. “m’being serious. youd be a good dad” you say genuinely, nodding towards the baby sitting happily in his lap

“you cant just say stuff like that” sam laughs again, turning his attention back to your cousin, watching her coo and reach for him, smiling at the sight

as soon as your aunt and uncle picked up their daughter, sam was on you as if he has been holding back his whole life. his hands were pawing at your hips as if you were about to disappear, his lips attacking yours like he couldn’t breathe without kissing you

“mnh-” you were interrupted by a kiss “sam-” another kiss “what are you-” and another “god let me speak” you laugh out, your hands on his chest to hold him just far enough away that you can talk, but his breath is brushing against your lips

“what has gotten into you” your small laugh is like music to his ears, only feeding into his want need for you, to make your words come true, to make him and you parents

“i want to have kids with you” he mumbles, rushing forwards to kiss you again, pulling back only a few millimetres to mumble again “gonna get you pregnant with my kids”

you practically moan at his words- at the mere thought of him fucking his children into you, making him a father- and you can feel him smirk against your lips at the sound

"i had no idea you were into this kinda thing." he barely breaks away to say, his hands moving to push up your shirt, desperately trying to feel more of you. he pulls away just for a moment, tugging your shirt off

“didnt know you were into it either” you breathed out, tugging his shirt off too before his lips are attached to yours again, his big hands already moving for your pants, far too desperate for his own good

“taking me so well, baby, just like that” he coos down at you, watching as your legs tighten around his waist, feeling the way your nails dig into his back, trying to pull him impossibly closer to you

he was going slow, precise, as if he could cum at any moment and he wouldnt want to waste a drop when he did. “your made for me- for this- to have my babies”

you nod mindlessly, half moaning and half babbling out an agreement, almost dumb from the pleasure you got from both his words and the way he curved just right inside of you

“youd look so beautiful, so full of me-” hes rambling on, distracted from how tight you feel around him, the squelch of your pussy every time he trusts, and the pressure of your heels digging into his back, pulling him deeper

god, if he didnt get you pregnant now, hed keep fucking you dumb until he did.

[lainalei-evans]

hi!! would you be up for writing a list of twilight headcanons? 👀

i saw you write for the fandom and i’d LOVE to read something from you, especially about CARLISLE finding out his mate is HUMAN.

like… WOULD HE TRY TO STAY AWAY TO PROTECT HER?? WOULD HE LET HIMSELF FEEL IT?? HOW WOULD HE EVEN DEAL WITH THAT KIND OF BOND?? I NEED ANSWERS

there’s barely any content about him and he deserves SO MUCH MORE LOVE

i’d seriously appreciate it SO MUCH if you wrote something about this 🫶🥺

Headcanons: Carlisle Cullen realizes you are his soulmate… and you’re human 🩺

Hey, anon! Hope you're doing great.

Here’s the list of headcanons I put together with lots of love. I made both a SFW and a NSFW. 

1. He knows it instantly. It’s not a vague feeling or a flicker of doubt—he feels it deep in his bones, in the parts of him that still remember what it means to be alive. Like something ancient clicking into place for the first time since his transformation. Silent, but absolute.

2. His first reaction is calm panic. He doesn’t show it, but inside, a storm brews: Why now? Why are you human? What if I hurt you?

3. He doesn’t tell anyone. Not even Esme. Not because he’s hiding it, but because he wants to understand it first. He wants to protect the weight of what this means. Like speaking it too soon might break the magic of it.

4. He watches you with a mix of awe and guilt. The way you blink, the sound of your heartbeat when you get close, how utterly human you are… and how painfully far from that he feels.

5. He goes back and forth between staying close and walking away. He tells himself the noble thing would be to leave, to let you live your life. But he also knows he can’t will this bond out of existence. Not when it’s you.

6. He writes you letters he never sends. Some are long, others only say “I’m sorry” or “I wish things were different.” He keeps them all—just in case one day he finds the courage… or one day decides he truly has no right.

7. He offers medical help as an excuse to stay close. But it’s not really an excuse—it’s the purest way he knows how to care for you. Without overstepping. Without asking for anything in return.

8. He’s painfully careful with every word, every gesture. He’s terrified of influencing your choices, of bending your will. If you ever choose him, he wants it to be yours. Not the bond. Not fate. Just you.

9. He thinks about his father. About God. About the soul. Old questions rise again: Do I have the right to love like this? To pull you into my world? To take you from yours?

10. And if you show interest… he doesn’t run. He doesn’t rush to kiss you or confess centuries of longing. But he stays.

Not as a vampire. Not as a doctor.

But as a man who has waited far too long for a soul to look at him without fear.

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NSFW Headcanons 🩺

1. At first, he holds back like he’s afraid. Not of you, but of himself. Every time he touches you, it’s with precise, deliberate care. The first time you’re naked in front of him, he moves slowly—like you’re made of glass… even if he’s dying to lose control.

2. He looks at you like he still can’t believe you’re real. His cold skin against your warmth drives him wild. He takes his time watching you, touching you gently, like every inch of your body deserves a quiet kind of reverence.

3. His low voice travels over your skin more than his hands do. He whispers things in your ear that make you shiver—never vulgar, but heavy with want:

“You’re beautiful.” “You have no idea how much you make me want to forget the world.” “I could spend the whole night just feeling you like this.”

4. He’s never in a hurry. He kneels for you like it’s the most natural thing in the world, and lets his mouth explore every part of you. There’s no rush, only the quiet satisfaction of pulling soft moans from your lips.

5. He brings you to the edge more than once. His hands, his mouth, his entire body move with one clear purpose: to make you tremble, to hear you say his name like a prayer, to see your back arch before he finally gives you all of him.

6. He knows exactly where and how to touch you. Your breath, your sounds, your movements—he reads them all like scripture. Every reaction guides him, and he follows with quiet, focused devotion.

7. When he finally gives in completely, he holds nothing back. His rhythm is deep, slow, perfectly controlled… but full of intensity. He doesn’t move like it’s just physical—each thrust feels like he’s anchoring himself to the only thing that’s ever truly felt real.

8. Sometimes, his fangs graze your skin. Not to hurt you—just the ghost of a fantasy he barely allows himself to indulge. He mouths at your neck, your shoulder, your thigh… only with his lips. But you can feel the tension he holds back.

9. Afterwards, it’s nothing but tenderness. He doesn’t let go. He wraps himself around you, traces your back with quiet hands, speaks softly against your skin. He doesn’t need many words—his touch says it all. “Thank you for letting me love you like this,” he whispers once.

10. To him, making love to you is sacred. It’s not just desire—it’s faith, it’s belonging, it’s the only way he ever truly feels human again… when he’s inside you, when he hears your heartbeat racing under his hands, when you look at him without fear.

Every moment with you is more than physical. It’s how he prays—with his body. It’s how he holds on to the one thing that still ties him to the world.

To you.

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Requested by anon ↳ ❝ [..."would you be open to writing the lads men mocking your moans?" ] ¡! ❞

A/N; sowrryyy that I took so long luv :(( This also turned into sum rambling ig, oopsiii! regardless, still hope u enjoyyy^^

XAVIER

Your back arches against the mattress, fingers frustatingly tangled in the sheets while a breath, broken and uneven slips from your lips.

Xavier's kneeling between your legs, still fully clothed except for the shirt he shed somewhere he couldn't care less about right now. His hands are warm and firm on your thighs, holding them open as his mouth hovers just barely above your dripping heat.

"You really can't help it, can you?" he murmurs, voice low and dark with amusement, voice fanning right against puffy clit. "All I did was touch you, and you're already a mess as it is."

You shudder when his fingers slide slowly up your inner thighs, barely grazing your aching cunt.

He's doing it on purpose, of course he is.

Whimpers and wails of pleases escape you and a rush of blood hurries to your cheeks at his intense gaze, boyish grin already saying it all.

"Do you hear yourself right now?" he taunts, inching closer. "P-p-please, Xav'—"

He spurts it out in a high-pitched mock of your voice, smirk firm on his lips as he plants a sharp kiss just above your clit.

You jolt, hips twitching up with a choked cry, thighs twitching around his firm grip.

"Hushhh," he teases, running his tongue over his teeth as his eyes scan your clenching hole. "You're so loud, angel. If you want me to do something, you better keep quiet."

His mouth finally dips lower at your eager nod, licking a slow stripe up your folds, and your moan rips out of you before you can even think about biting it back.

"Mhmmm, like that Xav'! L-love— o-oh!"

At that he chuckles, kitten licks adoring your clit as his teasing glare digs holes into your eyes. "Can't help yourself, hm? What did you say? 'L-loveeee it, Xav'?"

He flattens his tongue against your clit and sucks, hard, and your cry is near-pornographic. Your thighs tremble, and he grins wider, eyes never leaving your face as two fingers slide into you, curling just right.

"Ohhh, there it is again," he croons, dragging his tongue along your inner thigh, voice mocking.

His fingers thrust harder, wrist slapping against your clit with each ruthless curl of his until your back arches clean off the bed.

"Oh, you liked that, huh?"

"M-mhmm!— Js' like that, Xav'!"

"'f course you do." he muses, "You're so damn easy, you know that?"

Yeahhh, you know. You also know that he loves that about you.

ZAYNE

"There she is."

His voice is a husky purr right against your neck, his cock burried deep inside you, twitching agains your gooey walls with each breathless whimper of yours.

You try to push his hips away at his brutal thrusts, his hands moving quick to pin your wrists above your head.

"My darling wife," he murmurs, tilting his head, eyes drinking in every shiver that runs through your body, smirk twitching up his lips as he agnles his hips just right, robbing a devastating whimper from you. "always so noisy. Cute."

Fuh—fuck! Zayne, m'—"

"What, darling? You're gonna- gonna c-c-cum?"

"Nghhh, Zayne! Q-quit it!"

"Quit it? Huh."

He pulls out just an inch and rolls his hips in slow circles, light coal colored trail of hair teasing your aching clit when suddenly his smug snicker meets your ear.

"But you sound like you're enjoying it, darling."

You writhe beneath him, arching into the friction when his grip tightens around your wrists. "O-ohhh—!"

"Mm-mmm. Quite vocal today, are we?" He tsks, tone so cruely mocking you can't help but sob in embarrassment.

"'Z-Zayne, please—just—just wanna— nghhh! wanna—'" you're a mess, voice echoing in a breathy whine. "'Can't take it no more!"

You choke on a whimper as he grinds his swollen tip delicously against your g-spot, watching your every expression twist with a big fat smirk on his face.

"Now now", he speeds up, pelvic creating a mind-numbing friction to your pulsating clit, low growl indicating that he himself is barely holding onto a thread, "What happened to my composed little darling, hmm?"

His beefy arms make quick work to throw your legs lazily over his bread shoulders, your back arching as he leans down, cock sliding even deeper into you.

"R-right there! Zayne, fuh—fuck!"

Your legs jerk at his sharp thrust, his sheer, raw girth still managing to leave you gasping and panting every damn time. And once you clench that thight pussy of yours around him like a vice, trapping him so deep inside you, he looses it.

"Gods above." It's just a breathy whisper but you know he's frantic now, chasing so desperatly for your loud sobs and cries as one strong hand slides down to smack and grab a handful of your ass as if to ground himself.

"The neighbors are gonna complain either way, so why not give them something worth whining about?"

RAFAYEL

Youre nails dig into his shoulders, leaving crecent marks in their wake as your sweat-slick body trembles, thighs shaking atop of his.

Rafayel keeps his face close to yours, coral eyes heavy-lidded and lips curled in a devilish grin every time you whimper right against his kiss-swollen lips— and fuck, do you moan a lot.

"H-hahhh, js' listen to you," he hums low, voice coated in sweet honey. "Feelin' good, yeah?"

You nod frantically, lips pursed as you try to keep a moan from escaping your lips much to his displeasure.

His hips roll up into yours with a sharp plap! resounding, and your head falls into the crock of his neck, your muffled moans dim against his skin.

And he's not having it.

Slender fingers catch your jaw, forcing your gaze back to his, placing a teasing smack! to your ass as a warning.

"Ah-ah. Eyes on me, darling. Wanna see the look on yer' face when ya' sing so pretty f' me."

"N-nghhh! Raf', don't— h-hahhh!" Your whimper is loud, body twitching under the heat of his voice, and he just laughs, a piercing pound following suit.

"Ahhh, that's the one," he mocks, grin never flattening.

"'Nghh, ahhh—!' That's your favorite one, isn't it?"

Oh if only you could wipe the sass of his face.

"No can do, cutie. The sass is built in."

"Stoppp," you whisper, blood pumping loud in your ears as reality sinks on you that you just said this out loud, hand flying out to free your jaw from his grasp.

"Stop?" Rafayel echoes in mock shock, trapping your hand in his other. "But you're clenching so tight around me every time I say it, baby."

And when he starts pounding into you in earnest, all rhythm and wicked precision, the sounds you make are nothing short of obscene.

You whimpers echo over and over again as his fat mushroomy head prods at your cervix with sharp percision, stretching your exhauted cunt far beyond her limits.

"See?", his mouth is a hair's breath away from yours, a light snicker brushing your face as his eyes take in the drool forming at your mouth. Your eyes are rolled behind your lids as lewd sounds spill from you with no end, his tongue slurping up the dripping saliva from the corner of your mouth with a sinister smile.

"Yer' lovin' it."

SYLUS

The bed creaks with every thrust, your voice already hoarse from how many obscene screams and wails Sylus managed to tear out of you, his crazy girth streching you to a point beyond sanity.

He's got you on your stomach, chest pressed into the sheets with your back arched and ass high as he pounds his staggering inches deep into you. Perfect, it's just perfect— from the immense stretch to firm grip to the back of your head.

"Fuck, sweetie," a spine-chilling groan escapes him as he drags a hand up your spine. "Did you just whine?"

You're too gone to answer— mind turned to putty at this point, as his low chuckle echoes of the room's walls, pumping all of his inches right into your g-spot— bullseye.

All you can do is wail out incoherent, half-assed sentences mumbled into the spit-stained pillow that's pressed upon your flsuhed cheek, your nails digging into the sheets below you for dear life.

"Ohhhh, that's the one."

And you can already imagine that smug smirk curling on his lips as his tone turns amused. "Let's see..." he murmurs, mockingly cooing at your noisy moans, drawing his hips back just enough before slamming forward, sending you flying forward and your head barely missing the headboard by a mere inch. "ah— there it is."

He places a kiss to your temple, your sweet noises only making his cock throb harder inside you, eager for release, "That sweet little spot that makes you sing for me."

Your nails almost tear the sheets to pieces, the overwheling feeling of him hitting your g-spot over and over again so damn addictive you're at the brink of—

"Oh, honey," Sylus laughs at your pussy spasming onto the sheets, your quickering hole desperatly clenching around his solid length, panting behind you. "You sound and look a fucking mess."

"S-Shut up—!"

"'Shut up'?" he clocks you instantly, pitch rising with cruel mimicry, "Oh, please. Bold coming from the eager little bird."

"You're— fuck! You're makin' f-fun of me!"

At that, he clicks his tongue, hand tanging in your hair as he pulls your head back just enough to lean down and growl in your ear.

"Baby, I'm not trying to mock you," he breathes a laugh. "I love the way you sound. You're making the filthiest music I've ever heard."

You sob into the pillow, thighs trembling, voice a wreck of moans and breathless curses as you squirm beneath him. He pulls out halfway at your antics, then slams back in, and the sound you make is straight out of a porno.

Weakly probbing onto your arms, you try to crawl forward to get any reprieve, but his hands finds your hip in a hurry, pulling you right back in place.

"Where are you going, baby?" voice laced in mockery he picks up his speed, hammering his inches to kiss at your womb, every moan of your's only spurring him on.

"We're nowhere near done yet."

CALEB

Your legs are shaking around his hips, wrists pinned above your head, and Caleb is digging deep, his hips grinding his entire cock through your quivering walls, drawing out the most desperate cries from your throat.

He grins above you, purple hues locked onto your face. "Aaaatta girl," he hums, one hand snaking down to play with your puffy clit. "Feels so good yeah? C'mon, wanna hear ya' again."

You turn your head, cheeks flushed, trying to keep it in,trying to escape from his intense gaze, but Caleb doesn't let you. Why the hell would he?

"Nahhhh," He grasps your jaw towards his face, his other hand working tight circles on your clit as your legs begin to lock around his hips, "Don'tcha fuckin' dare, baby. Wanna hear it all."

With another percise thrust his curved tip knocks at your cervix and your mouth falls open in a silent scream before a choked moan follows. He groans in approval, lips brushing your cheek, then your ear, breath hot against your skin.

"Yeahhh, js' like that." He's all grins now, dragging his lips along your jaw. "Fuck, baby, sounds like yer' falling apart. Ya' are falling apart, huh?"

"P-pleaseeee, Caleb— nghh!"

He tuts, shaking his head almost like he's disappointed, even as his hips grind deeper, his pelvic pressing his busy pad further into your budle of nerves.

"Say my name like that again and m' gonna lose it," he warns, a sharp inhale following suit. "'Caleb, please’'?" He mimics you with a cruel smile, biting at your ear. "Please what, sweetheart?"

You shudder under him, trying to catch your breath, but he rolls his hips again, making your body jolt, nails racking at his back.

"There it is again," he notes, almost to himself in a quiet whisper. "God, ya' moan like yer ashamed of it, pips'." He mocks, snickering as you bite the inside of your cheek in embarrassment.

"Tryna hide how good m' fuckin' ya?"

You gasp, biting your lip hard, but he catches that too. Of course he does.

"Don't do that," his eyes scan your face carefully. " Wanna hear that pretty mouth give me everything, mkay?"

You cry tears loose shamelessly, walls tightening around him in a desperate flutter. At that, a guttoral groan rips from his lungs before he drags his teeth along your jaw.

"So damn loud for me, baby," he praises, needy undertone audible. "Ya love when I bully that voice outta you, don'tcha?"

You nod, glossy eyes containing his reflection, weak cry leaving your lips as he places a teasing smack to your clit.

Then he leans in, kissing your swollen lips with a rough clash, voice muffled but still spilling praises into your mouth as he continues to ram right into your gushing spot with such percision you can already taste your orgasm at the tip of your tongue.

And when you finally cry out, shaking and clenching around him, Caleb grabs your legs, throwing them over his broad shoulders, helping you ride out that delicious wave of euphoria.

"Now that's my good girl."

©︎𝙎𝘼𝙏𝙍𝙎 𝐚𝐥𝐥 𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐬 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝. Do NOT plagiarize, copy, modify, republish, or translate my work in any way!

[tonycries]

“She My Best Friend, Yeah We Not a Couple.”

Synopsis. You know it’s wrong to fuck your best friend. But how can you complain when you’re slammed against the library desk and stuffed full of his big cock like this?

Pairing. Multiple x Reader

Content. MDNI, fem! reader, unprotected sex, panties in your mouth (+ some other very heinous things), really fucking dirty, public sex, jealous sex (from his side), pet names (my angel), swearing.

Word count. 1.3k

A/N. My ancestors are prolly so proud of me rn. Art by @_3em on X.

“Best friend” his ass. 

It’s laughable really - the way those other losers think they have a chance with you when you’re begging for his dick every night. 

He’s known you since you were both whiney, snot-faced brats - and right now he’s got you sitting prettily on his lap in a study room tucked on the campus library. Your needy mewls are muffled into the crook of his neck as he holds you steady by your hips, the length of his achingly hard cock nudging the line of your ass. 

Panties hastily pulled to the side, your slick pools on his flushed tip, dripping along his length to his tight balls. Pressing hot, open-mouthed kisses along your racing pulse, he drags his hefty erection teasingly along your dripping folds. 

God, he could feel the way your pussy was clenching desperately around nothing and it was driving him insane. 

Surely that study buddy of yours could wait a few minutes. Who did that scrub even think he was? Eyeing his pretty lil’ best friend like that.

“Hngh- please, I want-.” you whisper into his ear, the heat of your breath sending blood rushing straight to his already rock-hard cock. Your needy whimpers are cut off as he subconsciously thrusts in-between your swollen folds, juices making the prominent veins along his length glisten.

Fuck, this was getting too much for him too. 

“Tell me what you want, my angel.” he leans down to murmur raspily in your ear, sending a trail of goosebumps down your spine. You were so fucking hot. 

That scrub couldn’t even imagine this. How perfect you were. How wet you were for him. How lustful your voice is as you sinfully whine, “I want your cock in me so badly. Want you to fuck me right here. Right now.”

With lightning speed, he’s got you bent against the cold surface of the library desk, painfully hard cock throbbing under the thin material of your panties. You gasp as his length grinds against your quivering cunt.

Having you splayed out so sinfully for him, he’s never been more thankful that the old librarian was such a heavy sleeper - probably wouldn’t wake up for a stampede of elephants if it happened. 

“This shit is getting in my fucking way.” he groans out as a large hand grabs your soaked panties. 

A sharp rip! of fabric sounds throughout the still air of the study room. “Much better.” he grins dangerously, harshly groping every inch of skin now laid completely bare for him.

“Please. Put it in.” you mewl, voice dripping with need for him. Fuck, he’ll never get used to this. 

“Shhh, my angel.” with a low hiss, he bullies his thick cock into your dripping cunt.

“God. S’tight, so tight. Pussy so desperate for me hah- sucking me back in. She doesn’t want me to leave, huh?” he grits out through strangled moans as he sheaths himself completely into your wet pussy. Shit, at this point they’ll hear him and not you.

Warm walls squeezing him to insanity, he fucks you at a feral pace, pulling out till his tip teases your dripping entrance, only to ram himself fully inside once more. 

“Ah! Hngh- It’s too much. Please!” 

He would never get to know the feeling of your snug cunt desperately sucking his cock back in every time he rams into you. He would never get to feel the way your walls clamp down on him, struggling to adjust to the burning stretch of his thick cock. He could never make you feel this good.

That loser probably has a small dick anyway.

He drinks in the pornographic ah! ah! ah! leaving your mouth at each harsh thrust, feeling intoxicated off the animalistic cadence of his hips, and the thick white ring of slick forming at his base. 

“Shit. Always so good f’me, my angel.” he groans, your pretty moans only making him thrust impossibly deeper in a way that has you scrambling to hold onto the table for support. 

His throaty groans and the merciless slapping of his heavy balls against your ass echoes across the room as his fingers dig deep purple marks into your hips.

“S-someone’s gonna hah- hear-” 

“Then we must be quiet, hm?”

Before you have a chance to process what’s happening, the wet panties that were tightly gripped in his hand are now stuffed into your mouth. You moan around the large fingers forcing themselves inside, cold rings stretching your mouth as much as your cunt.

His cock twitches as he forces you to taste yourself, feeling you getting impossibly wetter. That’s his girl. 

He could never fuck you like this. 

Moans now muffled by the fabric in your mouth, his saliva-coated fingers move down to draw rough circles on your clit - making you yelp at the stimulation. 

He knows someone could walk in at any moment - and a part of him actually wants it to happen. Let them see, he thinks. At least then those fuckers would finally take a hint.

A soft whine of his name snaps him out of his pussy-drunk thoughts, blown-out eyes now meeting your dazed ones as you lock eyes with him over your shoulder. Lipstick smeared, tears clinging to your lashes, and panties half-hanging out of your kiss-bitten lips.

Ah, actually scratch that - he’s gonna keep his pretty lil’ best friend all to himself.

“Shhh, my angel. I’ve got you.” he towers over you, pressing a trail of kisses up the curve of your spine before angling your neck to attach his lips with yours. He delights in your surprised squeal, clearly not expecting him to kiss you with your panties still in your mouth. But for you, he’d do anything.

Cock twitching, your feet almost lift off the ground as the rhythm of his hips gets harsher. He intertwines his tongue with yours, sweet slick-soaked panties wrapped in the middle. Fuck, he was going insane at the contrast of your soft tongue with the lacy fabric of your panties, hand around your neck getting tighter.

You moan incoherently as he sucks on your tongue, drool dripping down the corner of your mouth and onto the polished library desk. 

It was so fucking lewd. Doesn’t matter how many losers swarm around you - none of them deserved you. None of them could fuck you like this.

Your sounds of pleasure get more and more frantic as his cock still slams inside you relentlessly, ringed-fingers continuing their abuse on your clit - getting closer and closer to what you crave.

He can feel the way your walls flutter so snugly around him. God, he’s so fucking turned on that he doesn’t know whether the heartbeat he feels between his legs is his or yours.

Neither of you have to wait long. His tongue still continues its dance with yours, around your soaked panties, as you both cum with a muffled moan. 

Your pussy clenches around him as you climax him as if to milk his cock for all he’s worth. And you do, thick ropes of his hot cum painting your pulsing hole white. 

Riding out both your highs, he fucks his cum into you animalistically - feet lifting off the floor at his firm grip on your waist and the sheer power of his rough thrusts.

So messy. Damn, he has to send the librarian an apology gift later - a fruit basket or something, he wonders, barely lucidly. 

His mind is still foggy as he pulls his sensitive cock out, and pockets your panties for a lonely night without his dear best friend. Promptly plugging his fingers in your quivering pussy, cum smearing on his fingers, he mutters out a quick “Keep it inside.”

Walking out of the heavy, sex-filled atmosphere of the study room, he bumps into that fucking study buddy of yours - running late and clearly surprised to see him there.

With a slow smirk, “Sorry in advance, my girl made a bit of a mess in there. Hope you don’t mind.”

Hey, this is what best friends are for, right?

- GOJO, GETO, Choso, Tsukishima, ATSUMU, SUNA, Oikawa, Kuroo, EREN, Armin

A/N. Teehee *blushes like a slut*

Longfic Sunday incoming if I manage to write 6k words by tomorrow.

Plagiarism not authorized.

[quimichi]

↳ ❝ [THINGS THEY SAY DURING 'IT'] ¡! ❞ @ - Part 1.

TW: MDNI - NSFW, sexual themes obviously lol

SUMMARY: Title :)

CHARACTERS: Aether Albedo Al-Haitham Ayato Baizhu Capitano Childe Cyno Dainsleif Diluc Dottore Freminet & Gorou x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 1.044

A/N: idk just a random new idea, watch me get more and more unserious with every character you pass

Aether

❝Agh-...shit...❞ - he holds back his sounds as he moans and curses into his hand

❝ Mh-no, like that, yeah...move like that...good❞ - he bites his lip as his lust drowned eyes stare up at you, holding your thighs tight for stability

❝Slower?...okay❞ - speeds up with a slight laugh, stopping seconds later to slow down again

Albedo

❝This spot? Yeah?...knew it...❞ - it's rare for you to see him smug, but that smirk he will give you when he finds out his guess was right is something else

❝Hold still for me...yes?❞ - he pushes your thighs apart, settling down comfortably between them as he dives in

❝Some interesting sounds you make...❞ - and he will carve them into his mind. When you're away he will remember them, will miss them, miss you and everything about you

Al-Haitham

❝Keep quite...❞ - there's no harshness in his words, just slight desperation as he breaths those words in your ear as he fucks you on the couch in his shared house with Kaveh, while he is asleep in his room

❝Tell me what you want...come on, you can do it. Speak up.❞ - sometimes the way he talks to you is infuriating, like he's talking to a stupid child. It not only embarrasses you when he speaks so teasingly, it makes you angry, frustrated, and maybe a bit turned on

❝If you can't watch your hands i won't watch my teeth.❞ - you tugged on his precious hair, so he can't help but tease you even more as he eats you out

Ayato

❝Mmm...yeah...❞ - he's rather quite, Ayato hums more, right in your ear with such a disgusting smirk because he knows any sound he does will drive you wild

❝Don't overestimate yourself, hm?❞ - he always says the same as you sink down on him. He knows exactly that his tip just puts too much pressure on your cervix. He might tease you, but he doesn't want to hurt you

❝I got you...don't worry, i got you...❞ - while you come down from your high...did he came himself? No, but it's okay. You're his number 1 priority

Baizhu

❝So...warm...❞ - no matter how many times you two have sex, your warmth will always overwhelm him

❝Shh...you don't know who might come in.❞ - he doesn't take many risks but god he can't hold himself back when you help him out in Bubu Pharmacy

❝I'll take care of it...don't worry.❞ - look, he's a doctor, a people pleaser and helper, ofc he only takes care of you and not of himself

Capitano

❝Take it slow, theres no rush.❞ - says the big guy with the prettiest cock and he doesn't even know it

❝Do you need a break? No?...heh...alright then...❞ - proceeds to rearrange your guts

❝What did i tell you?❞ - he means please, tell him please, ask nicely with manners like he taught you

Childe

❝Naww, someones needy huh? It went riiight in, with no problem.❞ - I bet you can practically hear and see the smug look on this abominations face

❝Look baby i don't wanna hurt you, yeah? You need to tell me when i go too hard.❞ - just a little nice check in for him. He wants to make sure you know you are always free to tell him off, he doesn't want to force himself on and in you

❝Good? Hah-ah-...yeah...thought so...❞ - sometimes the smugness will flatter, especially once he's close...you don't know who enjoys it more, him or you

Cyno

❝You hear that?...Thats you...❞ - he pumps his fingers in and out of you, slow and fast, changing pace. But no matter how fast or slow, he absolutely loves when you're as wet as you can get

❝Are you certain that you really want th-! Ouch why'd you slap me-❞ - he always asks the same, over and over again, it's nice that he keeps asking for your consent but at this point it annoys you like...bro you already been between my legs for like 30mins I had enough time thinking about it

❝Where?...ah-quick tell me-❞ - whenever he doesn't wear a condom and realistically...I don't think condoms exist in genshin lol

Dainsleif

❝So desperate...it's almost cute.❞ - he knows it's basically a long distance relationship considering he's almost never there. That's what makes it even "better" for him when you two see each other. He can't help but tease

❝Calm down, we're not in a rush.❞ - basically the first, same vibe, call me lazy lol

❝Still...gh-taking it so well...❞ - uhhh yeah we have a theme here

Diluc

❝You look cold...i could warm you up...❞ - sometimes him being smooth works, sometimes not, and sometimes he just sounds like a cheaper version of himself (Batman)...or sometimes he does what Kaeya says-

❝Where's the 'please'?❞ - he's so well mannered it's scary, so he expects the same for you too. Say please and thank you

❝Maybe if you would've behaved like I told you to, we wouldn't be here right now.❞ - he says it so calm as he fucks you against the cold stone wall behind Angels share in the middle of the night where any drunken idiot could see...or the patrols...that are very much sober (hopefully???)

Dottore

❝Hm? This? Oh, thats just for documentation.❞ - he records your voice...he literally studies your reactions and change in voice.

❝I won't tell you again, hold still.❞ - he isn't scared of tying you up at all so either hold still or be held still

❝...hm...you're too quite...❞ - he literally wants the Tsaritsa to hear like???

Freminet

❝Ngh-h-hey-calm down or else-!❞ - WE LOBE SUB BOYS, I WANNA HEAR YOU SCREAM, WE LOVE SUB BOYS

❝This is...new...yeah...❞ - he's a explorer but he also wants to be explored sksksksksk

❝So-warm-!❞ - uhm...self explanatory. When he enters you it's warm lol

Gorou

❝Wdym I'm in heat AGAIN?!❞ - he can't help but not be horny like?? Have you seen yourself??

❝Agh-...i tried to br gentle but you just-❞ - no self control, smh

❝Right there? See...told you i won't forget.❞ - he's eating you out, and still remembers your most sensitive spots like it's craved in his mind...because it is

[fairy-angel222]

𝐏𝐞𝐫𝐯! 𝐆𝐨𝐣𝐨 𝐒𝐚𝐭𝐨𝐫𝐮 𝐰𝐡𝐨 𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐨 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤 𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐨𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐞 ⋆𐙚₊˚⊹♡

He’s been stealing your panties since the week he met you. Collecting them in different pretty colors and fabrics. Using them to jerk off every night with the groan of your name. Stuffing them under his nose or using them to stroke his cock, either way had him cumming to the thought of you all the same.

He takes your stuff and holds them over your head. Watching your tits bounce as you whined and struggled to reach. Smirking widely as he teased, “if you want it back so bad then kiss me.” Blood rushing to his cock when you actually get on your tip toes to kiss him shortly, forcing your lips to stay on his when you try to pull away.

Who pretends to be asleep until he hears your soft moans at one in the morning. Quietly cracking open your door to watch you touch yourself, his hard cock already in hand as you moaned and mewled so fucking prettily. Stroking at the pace of your desperately working fingers till you two orgasm at the same time.

Who ‘accidentally’ sends you a video of him lazily jerking off on his bed, his lip in between his teeth and his other hand behind his head as he looks directly into the camera. The message coming through followed by a small “oops, sorry sweetheart, wrong person”

Who starts getting bolder and bolder even after you suspect him of being the reason for your missing underwear. Leaving slight yet noticeable touches to your ass and boobs whenever he had the chance. Always laughing it off and joking about how soft you were and about how perfectly your tits fit in his hand.

Who calls you up to his room when he’s about to cum, his lips parting in heavy breaths as you walked in clad in your short pajama set. Your eyes widening as he fisted his length, eyes meeting yours with a loud groan as he spilled onto his hand. “Shit, can you grab me that box of tissue?” Letting out heavy breaths with a dark grin.

Who starts walking around the house with nothing but low hanging sweats to get you flustered. Brushing up against you or wrapping his toned arms around your body. His rock like abs against your back as he whispered into your ear. “Well these shorts are shorter than usual.” Loving the way your face heated up for him.

Who starts to make you sit in his lap for everything. Saying that you weren’t allowed to watch tv unless you did it from his lap. Or that you couldn’t seat at the table to eat breakfast unless it was again, on his lap.

Who suddenly wants to spend all his time with you so that you couldn’t go out as often. He wanted you, and would make you his at some point.

Who finally sinks his cock into your tight pussy after teasing you subtly all day. “Waited so long for this.” He grunted, his thumb running over your bottom lip which was swollen from all his rough kissing. “Feels even better than i expected.”

You cried out loudly, small whimpers falling past your parted lips as his hold on your legs tightened. Holding them in place over his shoulders as he fucked into you harshly. Thick cot brushing against your g spot as it hammered deep.

“That’s it, just take it baby. Please mama? Take it f’me yeah?” He breathed, his head in your neck as he licked and sucked dark marks onto your skin. Snapping his hips into yours in oute need, not being able to get enough of the moment that he dreamed for so long about.

“Does that feel good baby?” Watching as you nodded with a teary cry, your eyes fluttering shut as your back arched off his sheets.

“Look at me.” he groaned, your eyes peeling open to meet his as you both filled the room with your noises. “Wanna fill you up so bad, pussy’s so fucking perfect.”

“S-satoruu— nngh,”

“Oh fuck baby, let me hear my name again.” He breathed, hand snaking lightly around your neck. Your choked moans and babbles getting louder as your stomach tightened. Gojo never slowing his pace as he fucked you dumb.

“Haah, Sat-oruu, ahh,” you mewled, your pussy tightening as your body began to tremble. Gripping onto the sheets at your side at the orgasmic build up.

“Can feel you getting close, squeezing me so tight,” Gojo grunted, lewd squelching sounds filling your ears each time his cock bullied its way deep. “I’ve got you baby, cum f’me.” His hand squeezed down on your throat, your wet eyes meeting piercing blue ones with a chant of his name. His cock twitching inside you as your pussy messily thanked his cock.

“O-oh fuck- ‘m never letting you go you know that? Wanted you for way too long.” His eyes fixed on yours as you shook your head.

You felt so good, and he found him self unable to come to a stop even as he got close.

“S-satoru—”

“C-can’t baby, feels so good, shit— gotta cum in you.” Pressing his lips onto yours to muffle your whines as he gave his final sloppy thrusts. His hips flush against yours as he buried himself deep inside you with a moan. His eyes rolling back as he spilled into you, pumping ropes after ropes of the sticky substance onto your walls.

Gojo pulled away with a satisfied breath, swiping his tongue across his lips with an unapologetic smile at the look on your face. “Sorry princess.”

[tojisteddy]

Toji who will always make room on his lap for you.

He’ll be smoking a cigarette on the engawa, jaded in his own thoughts, the dogs running around doing their own thing but he’d hear that sliding door open, your head peaks out.

You nod your head, just coming back from the store to get snacks, you try not to disturb Toji when he’s in his own head. He tends to settle things on his own.

You gave him a soft ‘hi’ and just when you were about to go back in, he beckons you over, patting his thick and toned thighs, putting the cigarette out in the ashtray, “Come ‘ere mama, missed you.”

Just loves your touch. Something about your smile, your voice, your touch and your body on him makes everything a little bit easier, makes him feel a little lighter. So any chance he gets the man wants to hold you in his muscular arms.

Watching a movie alone? Don’t worry, hes sitting you in his lap even if there is more than enough room on the couch.

“What if you can’t see the movie?” You keen, shivers rushing through you as he brushes your nape with his fingers.

“Can see just fiiine mama, don’t worry” but he’s barely watching the movie, he’s busy admiring how beautiful you looked. The way you squirm and hide your face, trying to hide that blush he knows is hidden under your brown skin. Pulling you close by the waist and kissing from your cheeks to your neck.

When you’re out with friends, and there’s no where else to sit, Toji already has his hand out for you to use him as a seat, settling on top of him while he leans you against his chest while he tells some story to his friends.

“Alright Princess?” He whispers in your ear, brushing the fly away curls back up to your ponytail. You hum and he can’t help but kiss some part of you, right now he settles on your wrist, pecking it and rubbing it in. It settles him.

And then he sits you in his lap even in the bedroom.

Oh so perfectly as you take his cock. His hands gripping your hips like a vice and his feet flat on the ground. He grunts at the warm and soft feel of your spongy pink walls, fucking you from behind, “Come on doll, gotta practice sitting in my lap right? Make sure my pretty baby’s comfortable.”

“Up,” and he lifts you, just so the tip is in. “Down.” And he plops you back down with a brutal thrust making you let out a loud moan. And then he does it over and over, like a teacher. Helping you get you balance.

“Tojiiii,” you mewl, long lashes fluttering back at him while he fucks you into oblivion.

“Yeahhh, that’s it mama,” giving your cunt a little smack with two fingers before fucking up into you, meanier “Hah- you got it. No one fits with me better.”

a/n: Haven’t written for Toji in literal ages. I’m sorry for the ppl who followed for Toji lol. I genuinely do feel like the drought is over. Chains broken. I am healed.

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[kyotosworld]

warm

pairing: bucky barnes x reader

warning: language. mini enemies to lovers & one bed trope :p

word count: <1k

summary: you’re freezing, who knew that all you needed was some good old super soldier heat

you’re freezing cold. for whatever reason, a safe house owned by rich man stark doesn’t have a working thermostat.

so even as you’re laying on the side of the bed closest to the fire, while hogging the thick blanket, you can’t stop shivering.

oh and another thing stark couldn’t afford for some reason: a second bed. so you could tell that bucky had fallen asleep a while ago. you guess super soldiers don’t have to deal with the cold...lucky bitches.

you try not to wake him up in your attempt to bury yourself deeper into the covers, all while rubbing your hands and legs together to generate heat.

you think you're being quiet enough until you feel movement from bucky’s side of the bed.

“hey, are you still up?” he asks groggily.

“uh, yeah.” you awkwardly whisper back, trying not to make it obvious that you’re shivering.

“shit, you’re shaking. are you okay?” he seems to get up and rest on his elbow, now fully awake.

“yeah, i’m fine. just go back to sleep.” you try to shrug it off.

but he doesn’t listen. the bed creaks and shifts as he moves closer to you.

“do you trust me?” he suddenly asks close to your ear.

you slightly turn your head towards him and scoff, “is that a serious question? if so then my answer is nooo-”

“can i touch you?” he whispers.

your breath hitches as you take a second to process his words,”…what?”

“i mean, you’re obviously freezing and–well i’m pretty warm right now…” he nervously explains.

your first instinct is to say no, but then your whole body shivers, “sure i guess…if you want to so bad..” you mumble the last part.

he slides his right arm over your waist and you’re instantly warmer.

you sigh and he moves closer. without realizing it, you wrap your own arms around his forearm.

only after you’ve calmed down from the cold do you realize where your hands were.

“oh, sorry.” you rush out, shaking your head, as you start to let go of his arm.

instead he grabs hold of your hand and moves it back towards your chest, “no, do whatever you need to stay warm.”

“..thanks buck,” you whisper as you finally start to fall asleep.

“don’t mention it.”

—

when you wake up, you're surprised to feel that you're still in bucky’s arms. maybe it was because you were half asleep or just so relieved that you finally got some rest, but whatever it was convinced you to bring bucky’s hand closer to your face before placing a soft kiss on it.

you pause in instant regret, waiting to see if he noticed.

after some seconds of silence you try your best to move out of bucky’s arms without waking him.

but of course his super hearing alerts him, and he responds by squeezing his arm around you.

“hey,” he softly greets.

“hi,” you reply shyly before actually getting out of his arms and sitting up.

you then turn to face him, “uh, so why’d you do that last night?” you ask, suddenly feeling embarrassed.

a crease forms between his brows, “you were cold.” he says like it was obvious.

you look down and chuckle, “yeah but..i thought you hated me.”

bucky’s loud snort is what brings your head back up, “that’s hilarious, i thought it was the other way around.”

you both look at each other perplexed for a moment before chuckling.

“we really need to work on our social skills.” you add

“yeahh,” he trails off as you hold each other’s eyes. “so, was that a kiss i felt as i woke up or did i dream that?”

your eyes widen, “definitely a dream.” you answer a bit too quickly.

“hmm. you sure you weren’t trying to cop a feel without me knowing?” he asks with an amused look in his eye.

“no!” you defend while putting your hands up.

“it’s okay if you did..” he’s leaning towards you as he murmurs, “i only want to return the favour.”

your eyes snap up to his as he moves even closer, softly meeting his lips with yours.

you finally pull away and open your eyes, “tell me bucky, did we just kiss or was i dreaming?” you throw back at him only to hear his beautiful laugh in repsonse.

[swtnjk]

pov you’re ushijima’s daughter’s teacher

ushijima sighs as he gets out the car. his daughter, nari, skips beside him. her brown curled pigtails bouncing and her hands hold a glitter covered envelope.

“you sure about this?” he asks her as they reach your classroom door. nari nods, “miss y/n said she didn’t want anything—“ she says, all breathless with determination.

“but i know she didn’t mean it! she loves when we give her presents! and she’s humble!” nari smiles. ushijima tilts his head. how the hell did she know what the word humble meant?

he doesn’t argue. mostly because he has no idea how to argue with a seven year old when she’s on a mission. they stand outside of the classroom, he hears laughter, the shuffling of paper, and your voice. bright and warm and impossible to ignore.

“remember, my birthday wish is that all of you show up every day this week. no skipping for cartoons!”

he knocks. three firm raps. you open the door mid-laugh, eyes sparkling with joy, and freeze when you see him.

“mr. ushijima?”

he clears his throat. “…happy birthday.”

you blink. your eyes drop to a bouquet of tulips, a card with your name written in sparkly gel pen, and the pink box that smells suspiciously like powdered sugar and strawberry.

“oh my gosh, you didn’t have to— wait, did you draw this card?”

nari peeks out from behind his legs. “i made the card! daddy got the donuts and flowers. i told him what to get. i said pink donuts make you happy.”

you look at him, lips curling into something soft. “pink donuts do make me happy.”

for a moment. a tiny pause in the rush of the day. where it’s just the two of you. his stoic eyes on yours. your sweet smile melting his entire brain.

“would you like to come in?” you ask, stepping aside.

“i can’t stay long,” he replies. but he still walks in. he still hands you the tulips like he’s never given someone flowers before. he still watches you carefully when you laugh and thank him again, tucking the card close to your chest like it’s treasure.

after your birthday, something shifts.

he tells himself he’s just being polite. dropping his daughter off a little later, picking her up a little earlier.

definitely not because he likes watching you wave goodbye to every student like they’re VIPs or because he caught himself smiling at how your hair caught the sun the other day.

then there’s the saturday he shows up at the school garden cleanup, wearing a plain white t-shirt that should probably be illegal. you do a double take.

“you’re here?”

“my daughter volunteered,” he says flatly but his ears are a little pink.

“uh huh,” you hand him a trowel. “let’s see if you’re as good at planting as you are at picking donuts.”

you work side by side, dirt under your nails, sun on your backs. you’re chatting about how the second graders accidentally planted jellybeans last year when he looks up and says, totally deadpan:

“you laugh with your whole body.”

you blink, “…was that a compliment?”

“yes.” you nearly drop your trowel.

one afternoon, you find him leaning against the classroom doorway after school, arms crossed, watching you stack art projects with that unreadable gaze.

nari plays with some other little girl on the glass as she waits for her dad.

“i don’t want to overstep,” he says, voice low. “but would you like to join us for dinner sometime?”

you freeze, “like… a parent teacher thing?”

“no,” he says simply. “like a me, you and nari thing.”

you break into a slow, disbelieving smile. “only if there’s donuts after.”

he nods, “of course.”

[oreo-creampies]

𝐡𝐞’𝐬 𝐝𝐲𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐥𝐚𝐜𝐤 𝐨𝐟 𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬: pure intense fluff, kissing, cuddling, squeezing, handsy pouty bastard, insisting you’ve been neglecting him, his is dying and it’s all your fault, how dare you do this to him, he will hold you accountable for your heinous crimes by cuddling you, toji is going soft for you, established relationship

Standing in front of your vanity, slipping your earrings off, sticking them with the rest. Glancing into your vanity mirror when Toji emerges from the bathroom.

Arms crossed over his bare pecs sticking his bottom lip out in his adorable pout. It’s one of your favorite Toji expressions. He huffs, “Finally someone figures where they live.”

He unzips the back of your dress. “You weren’t here!” kissing your shoulder. Slipping it down your body, trailing gentle sloppy kisses down your back. “The house was so empty and cold, I was dying of loneliness little mama.”

Stepping out of your dress, he tossing it into the hamper beside the bedroom door. “Is it even a home without you there?” His warm fingers brushing against your back unclasping your bra, gliding the straps off your shoulders. His touch comforting.

You insist, “Without you this place is just some walls.” Grabbing his hands, kissing his warm palms. Glancing into the mirror, Toji “It’s also not my fault you showed up two days early. Couldn't rush a planned girl’s night for your needy ass.” Turning around sliding your hand over his thick pecs, broad shoulder and into his soft dark hair.

“Im only needy when it comes to you mama. You’re so cruel neglecting me.” Grabbing your ass, lifting you up. Wrapping your legs around his slim waist.

Insisting, “We aren't leaving for the weekend. Tired of seeing everyone’s ugly ass faces and hearing their annoying ass voices.” He kisses the top of your head. “Just need to spend some time with you mama.” Wrapping his arms around your waist, squeezing your tightly.

Wheezing, “I'm all your’s Teddy Bear!” Your back pops several times. Gasping for sweet air when he loosens his gasp.

“Damn right you are.” Kissing along Toji’s jawline, softly biting his pouty bottom lip, melting into his gentle kiss.“It’s not fair mama I can't squeeze you like I want to.” Carrying you through the hallway, towards the living room. “Get good mama, lemme squeeze you tighter.”

“Nah Teddy Bear that’s a you problem.” Squeezing Toji’s slim waist with your legs, tightening your grasp around Toji’s neck. “I can hug you as tight as I want. Ha-ha-haha!” Ripping you off him and throwing you onto the sofa.

“Imma make it your problem little mama.” Carefully falling on top of you, pinning your body with his weight. Resting his head on your chest. “Hahah! Looks whose trapped now! I’m not letting you go anywhere beautiful.”

Pushing himself up, and leaning in for a kiss. “All mine.” Parting your lips, the gentle hunger of his passionate kiss replacing your need for air. Slipping your fingers through his soft dark hair.

When he pulls away, covering your face with kisses. You grin widely, “I missed ya so much teddy bear, I’m all your’s for the rest of the week. I’ll make sure you get sick of me.” Giving your forehead another gentle kiss, squeezing your hips.

It’s comforting having his heavy weight pressing you into the bed. His large strong hands on your body making you feel so safe and protected. His gentle kisses and words ensuring you know how cherished you are.

His cheeks turn pink, spreading across the bridge of his nose, coloring the tips of his ears. “I can never get enough of you.” His eyes widen. “Listen to me, ya made me all mushy, gonna have to hold you responsible. Hmm how should I do that.”

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[madamechrissy]

Teacher's Pet

Pairings- Boyfriend Takuma Ino x F! reader x Professor Nanami

Warnings absolutely MDNI - oral (f receiving from Ino and Nanami) fingering, messy kissing, Nanami is 35, reader and Ino are like 21, so age gap. Threesome aspects and general freakiness, light choking, dom daddy type Nanami, masturbation (Nanami) and panty stealing

A/N- had a request for college AU Ino/reader/Nanami where Nanami is your 'professor' and teaches you some ahem... things? I haven't written Ino before so I hope I don't fuck him up here - it's PWP lol

Takuma Ino had never thought he would get this, get to feel your slick heat against his fingers, your sweet little cries in his ears as you arch your hips against his hand, trembling as it touches you over your panties. It had been just a harmless kiss, really, after class - only for you both to fall into each other, mouths hungrier and hungrier, even as they're clumsy.

Ino was still a virgin senior year of college, but he swears it's because he was waiting for you, he can't even see anyone but you, long before you decided to date him. Now his cock is throbbing, he's willing it to go down as he tries to find what you like. What is it, here, where he presses and your hips jerk? Or here, slipping under the elastic of your panties now, and finding you soaked.

"Oh, baby you're so wet, d-do you like this?" He asks softly, chocolate brown eyes almost black as he studies your face in earnest, you nod shakily, eyes fluttering shut as he watches you.

"I love it, f-feels so good," you want to guide him a bit, but he's having so much fun exploring you, devoted as he presses kisses across your cheeks, hands fumbling until one dips into your soppy interest. "Ah!"

"There, that's good?" He pulls back again, asking softly, you nod in response and he sinks it just a little deeper, exhaling as he pulls his finger out then.

"Back in, back in!" You're whining out, you're spread wide on Professor Nanami's desk, the thrill rushing through you, making you drip along his polished cherry wood in the empty class.

"Wanna taste it, though," you're a flustered mess when Ino sucks you right off his finger, moaning, cheeks hollowing as if you're the sweetest thing. "Oh my god, you're so yummy..."

"I am?" He kneels now, and you're panicking just a bit, tugging at his sleek brown strands.

"Wanna kiss you here, is it okay?"

"Y-yes if you- oh!" He's flicking his tongue up your slit, pushing your plump lips apart to eye you, breath hitting as you hold up your pleated skirt for him. "Ino!"

"It's so pretty," he doesn't know where to lick or what to do, pressing a kiss against your hood and stealing more of that flavor on his lips, feeling you tugging at his hair and exhaling, hands pressing firmly into your thighs, when the lock clicks, but he doesn't hear it over your soft whines, and neither do you.

Which leads Professor Nanami, exhausted and ready to take a nap in his damn office, to see his prettiest straight A student spread wide on his desk, and his other straight A student kissing her between her thighs. Nanami shuts the door quickly, locking it and striding up, when your fucked out eyes widen and see him, and you panic, shoving off the desk and gesturing wildly.

Ino, who worships the ground Nanami walks on, is clearly pussy drunk - and Nanami can understand, he got a glimpse of it, and just that has his cock throbbing.

He's jerked off to you more times than he'd ever admit, he shouldn't, you're his student and his law student at that, he can't think that way about you, especially being one of his brightest, and with a good kid like Ino. But fuck if he hasn't pictured being between your thighs instead, teaching you what it's like to really get fucked, now he wasn't too much older at thirty five, but he still felt shitty thinking it all.

"Professor Nanami, I'm so sorry! Oh my god, please, I..." You're panicked while Ino is furiously red, covering his face while Nanami crosses his broad arms.

"It's my fault, Mr. Nanami, not her, don't get her in trouble, I couldn't stop myself," he rubs the back of his neck and Nanami eyes his now discheveled desk, sighing and rubbing the bridge of his nose.

"Looked like you weren't doing it correctly," he says, making the both of you pause now, and you're blushing furiously as Nanami eyes you, hazel gaze drifting down your body like a caress. Every girl fawned over his handsome features, you weren't immune to them, but to have him look at you like that, made your situation worse.

"I have no clue what I'm doing, no." You look at Ino with wide eyes. "Can you... show me?"

"Show you!? Ino have you lost it!?" You're tugging at his black sweater, and he brushes a thumb across your cheek.

"I wanna know how to please you, baby." You melt at how sweet he is, fully expecting Professor Nanami to deny the request, but his huge, veiny hand loosens his silky tie as he comes closer now, leaning over you, the scent of his cologne filling your senses.

"Up on the desk then, love," his soft command is met with him lifting you like you're nothing, sitting your right on the desk now, his desk, tilting your chin up to look at him. "So tell me, when you play with your pretty pussy, do you stick your little fingers in, or rub your clit?"

Your mouth goes dry at the statement, Ino is looking at you with those pretty eyes, ever curious, your cheeks heat up, decorating your skin with color. "My clit, Professor."

"So we'll focus there first." Nanami methodically slips your panties down your thighs, biting back a moan when your scent hits him, panties that may or may not have ended up in his pocket. Nanami may or may not need these later. "Come on then," he gestures and Ino eagerly gets on his knees - your boyfriend and your stupidly hot professor, this was not how you thought your first time getting eaten out would be. "Look here."

"Pretty, so pretty," Ino's words make Nanami chuckle, spreading you wide so he can show Ino where your clit is, lifting your hood, and that's when Nanami and Ino see your twitchy little clit, you whine out, biting your lip.

"She is pretty." You can't even look at them then, covering your face. "You'd focus there since that's how she plays with herself." He looks up then, fingers pressing against your calf to get your attention. "Should I demonstrate?"

"Yes, please." Your whisper ends his resolve, shoving him off the deep end, flicking the tip of his tongue on your little clit now, you gasp as it hits, and he moans as your sweetness pours against his slender lips, coating them in your gloss. "Oh!"

"You can finger her too, but she's tiny," he slips a digit in, feeling you grip him tightly, groaning as he thinks how good it'd be to slip inside your hot, slick little cunt. "So be gentle."

"I wouldn't hurt her," you're torn between embarrassment and utter lust, when Nanami curls his thick finger up, pressing on your spot while his tongue works in methodical little flicks, and your hands yank his perfect hair before you can stop yourself. "Oh, look, she loves it,"

"Mnh!" You're gushing down your law professor's face now, he has to palm the bulge over his slacks with his free hand, looking up at your pretty face, all contorted in pleasure.

"Are you close, baby?" Ino leans up now, caressing your face sweetly, you nod, gripping his sweater with your free hand while Nanami drags your cunt against his face. "Then cum, let me see you, then I'll make you cum again."

"Y-you sure?" You ask, he just nods, gripping your breasts, while Nanami's finger curls just so in your gummy walls, and you shatter, screaming out into Ino's lips while Nanami slurps you up, positively filthy - you have never cum like that, even with toys. He's lapping at you, eliciting more and more drooling arousal as you struggle to blink anything into vision. "Oh my god... mnh... Professor Nanami..."

He presses a kiss on your cunt now, and Ino eagerly sinks to his knees, kissing an overstimulated clit when Nanami is just an inch from your face, you flush as you see you've made a mess of him too, thumb brushing his slick on his chin, he grips your wrist then, while Ino slips his tongue up to your clit, and you bite back a moan.

"She likes it, good job," Nanami murmurs, Ino buries his face then, sucking your clit into his mouth without thinking, your thighs are trembling, cunt throbbing while Nanami places a hand under your chin, wrapping your throat. "A little light choking can make it even better, but you have to be careful. Want me to show you?"

You nod weakly, and Nanami squeezes your throat now, giving into the temptation and kissing you, letting you taste yourself on his lips and squeezing your delicate neck, delighting in your whines and cries, muffled as he squeezes. He almost cums just kissing you, seeing your innocent face lost in the pleasure, hearing your squelching wet cunt in his classroom. He's grabbing you, tongue sliding into your sweet mouth, while your cunt spasms around Ino's long, slender finger, delicately curling up.

"You're doing so well, darling," he whispers to you, encouraging you while you cling to his silky cheetah tie, oxygen fading while he squeezes, thumb pressing against your racing pulse while your eyes roll back in your skull, Ino is whining out desperately, his cock already leaking precum as he feels your aftershocks grip his finger, your arousal coating his face.

"Mnh!" You almost faint, ears ringing now, floating damn near blinded when Nanami releases his hand, and gently kisses against it, all while you're gripping his broad shoulders, almost falling the fuck over.

"Oh fuck..." Ino murmurs, leaning up and looking at you, you kiss him eagerly, hips twitching when Nanami runs his fingers over you, already so sensitive you almost cum from the contact, before giving you a firm smack, making you gasp out.

"That's for being bad." He says with a little smirk, you exhale, cunt stinging, before he glares at the two of you, fixing his collar and tie that you've led askew, crossing his arms again. "I better not find the two of you doing this again... without my permission."

"No, we won't, we are sorry Professor." Nanami just hums a bit, sitting with his legs spread wide in his seat, while Ino helps you down, fixing your skirt and eyeing you. "Are you okay? Was it good?"

"Good isn't even the word..." You bury your face a bit, embarassed as he pulls you against him, feeling Nanami's hungry eyes on you.

"I wanna do that all the time now." Ino murmurs, you giggle, taking his hands, before looking at the man who licks your cunt off his lips, raising a thin brow.

Never in a million years did you think Professor Nanami would have devoured you like that, the feeling makes your tummy tense, as you snuggle your boyfriend, who you feel his arousal, making you ever so curious, you touch it just a bit, watching his reaction.

"Baby you don't have to do anything." He's so sweet, you sigh, looking over at Nanami again.

"Maybe you can show me a lesson next?" You say softly, and his cock twitches in response, picturing giving you lessons on your knees, as you look up with those eyes that are fucking Nanami up currently.

"Yes, well, I'll see if I fit it in my schedule," he sets his glasses firmly on the bridge of his nose. "Out you two, now."

"Thank you, Professor." You two run off, and Nanami catches your gaze on him before you two shut the door, when he breaks down, thick cock slapping his dress shirt and drooling pre out of his reddened tip. He hisses as he touches it, panties slipped out of his pocket and right on his face.

"Ino that was insane!?" You're whispering, breathless, he smiles just a bit then, pressing you against the wall, where on the other side your professor is cumming to your taste he's lapping off your missing panties.

"You loved it though. But... I wanna do it alone," his whisper rushes across your skin as he whispers in your ear. "What do you think?"

"Yes," the two of you rush off to your dorm, leaving Nanami to contemplate just what lesson he has for you next while he's busting hot ropes into his hand of his classroom, cursing the clock when he realizes he's not getting a nap and it's your fault... surely a punishment is in order.

LMAO this was so dumb and smutty

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[musingsofheaven]

SUGAR RUSH.

peter parker x afab!reader

fluff. heavy kissing. implied intimacy. teens being ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ teens. light suggestive vibes but nothing explicit. ♡

You're on your stomach on Peter's bed, your legs stretched out while wearing the hoodie you stole from his closet a week ago. The sleeves are too long, covering half your hands, but you like it that way. It smells like him, like detergent and that cologne he pretends he doesn't use. You've been living in it like a raccoon in a stolen nest. You're not doing anything right now, just waiting for your boyfriend to finish studying, with your mouth full of Pop Rocks that won't shut up.

Crack. Pop. Crack. It's funny, honestly. It sounds like a neck getting cracked in half—well, it can sound like fireworks too. It's annoyingly loud because your mouth looks like it's trying to pick a fight with physics.

Peter groans from his desk and doesn't even look at you. "You're so annoying." The words come out flat like he's already said them three times today. You know he doesn't mean it. Not really. He's just complaining. As always. It's his nature.

You chuckle, candy still fizzing. "You said I could have them." You roll onto your side just to get a better look at him, your lips pouting as if you're using them against him. His pen is tapping against his notebook while listening to the popping of the Pop Rocks.

"Didn't say I wanted to hear them every five seconds, baby." He pinches the bridge of his nose. Sometimes you wonder how he can even manage you. Maybe he's praying for patience and not getting any divine assistance.

You shift a little, cheek pressed against the soft fabric of his bed. "You can't even hear me over there," you say before scoffing and chewing deliberately, just to make a point.

"I can. It's like... background music. In my head." He spins slightly in his chair, just enough to throw a look at you over his shoulder.

You snort. "Dramatic." You drag the word out, milk it, trying to piss him off. Then you toss another handful of candy into your mouth like a kid.

He finally turns around the chair creaking. His hair's a mess, and there's a pencil tucked behind his ear like he forgot it was there. He crosses his arms and damn... those muscles are flexing. "I'm trying to study, and you're over here sounding like... I don't even know what to call it." His expression is all annoyed, but his eyes are warm. Tired, but warm. Not angry. Honestly? You love it when he gets like this, grumpy and soft around the edges.

You open your mouth real wide and go "Aaahhh," just to make the fizz louder. It's obnoxious. Truly. The kind of noise that would make people glare at you, and you're so proud of it.

Peter squints at you like he's in pain. "Why is my girlfriend like this?" He says it like a curse, like a prayer, like a man at the end of his rope who still wouldn't let go.

"Aw, come on, you love me." You say it too easily. It's not a question—something settled and obvious and unchangeable.

He exhales through his nose and walks over to you anyway, flops down next to you on the bed, elbow bumping yours. You hold out the package of candy. It rustles between you like a peace offering. Or a trap. He hasn't decided which yet.

He eyes it before looking back at you and your lips. "You're gonna shut up if I take some?" There's no heat in it, like the everyday tone he uses when you're being like this. Just a tired sort of fondness, like he's resigned himself to your antics and this weird little life you two have built. Annoyingly lovable, what he always says when you're asking for assurance if he still loves you even though you're playful.

You shrug. "Probably not." And you mean it. You're indecisive, and impulsive, with tendencies to be pushy. He knew that when he let you steal his hoodie the first time, and when you did things just to get his attention.

He sighs but takes a few and tilts his head back to chew. The sound bursts in the quiet like tiny firecrackers, and he physically winces, like he didn't think they'd be that loud. Hates the sounds. Obviously.

He looks at you like you just committed a crime. "Why does it... feel weird?" His face scrunches, and he's trying not to like it but also can't deny that it's kind of hilarious.

"It's fun-weird, not bad-weird." You roll onto your back beside him, shoulder brushing his, voice smug. "It tastes good though!"

Peter turns his head toward you and looks at your mouth. "You're ridiculous," he says softly, barely louder than the crackle. But he's still watching you, still close before he takes the Pop Rocks from your hand, gets enough from inside, and puts it in his mouth.

Then he kisses you.

Like... no warning. One second he's staring at your mouth like it's got all the answers to his questions, and the next, he's leaning in, slow but sure, like he already decided and you just didn't catch up yet. It's not aggressive, not rushed- it's soft, warm, and easy.

Your mouths meet soft at first. Just lips brushing lips, a little sticky from the candy's effect. But then the Pop Rocks crackle between you, loud and sudden, like someone just started a time bomb under your tongues, and everything jumps.

You giggle against him, nose bumping his, but he doesn't pull back. He just tilts his head and pushes in a little deeper. And, well, yeah, maybe that's when it changes.

Because now it's not soft. It's something else.

His mouth opens just enough for your tongue to catch him, and he tastes like cherry- you're sure it's from the candy. The candy's still popping, still snapping under your tongues, and it's a funny feeling. Literally. Your lips part wider, let it get messy, let it get loud. You lick into his mouth a little and feel him suck in a breath right through his nose.

And God, that's all it takes before he's kissing you back harder now, licking the taste of candy right out of your mouth like he's trying to shut it off. His hand finds your jaw, thumb brushing your cheek, gently and soft the way he knows you like. It's steady; he's holding you in place. His teeth graze your bottom lip, yearningly, just barely, just enough to feel it, and you groan, soft and surprised and too into it.

It's clumsy, yeah. Of course, it is. You're both grinning too much, breathing too hard, lips swollen already, and the candy still going off like a fucking broken record. But you don't stop. Neither of you. Because it's fun and silly. Because it's stupid. Because it's so much better than it should be.

Peter pulls back eventually, breathing hard, his lips pink and wet, a little sugar stuck at the corner of his mouth again. He licks it away automatically, and your stomach flips.

"Okay," he says, voice low and just barely wrecked. "That was..."

He doesn't even finish the sentence.

You're already grabbing more Pop Rocks.

"Again," you say, out of breath but grinning. "C'monnn."

He laughs, but it's a little shaky now. "I'm gonna die."

"Mhm," you hum and press your mouth to his before he can say another word.

This time, it's not that gentle. It's full of tongues and teeth and stupid little moans pressed into each other's mouths, sugar and spit and heat all tangled up in a kiss that has no business feeling this good.

You taste like candy, and he kisses you like he’s starving for it.

𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟓© 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍

𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐲𝐫𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐯𝐞𝐝

[kingkaizen]

𝓯𝓲𝓵𝓽𝓱𝔂 𝓵𝓸𝓿𝓮 𝓵𝓪𝓷𝓰𝓾𝓪𝓰𝓮𝓼 | 𝓫𝓵𝓵𝓴 𝓮𝓭𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

∘ desc: the blue lock men and how they express their love for you <3

∘ ft: kaiser, barou, shidou, itoshi sae, + oliver

∘ a/n: happy valentine's day <3

∘ includes: nsfw, praise, finger sucking, hair pulling, wall sex, mirror sex, biting

Kaiser: words of affirmation

➳❥ kaiser loves the sound of his own voice, and he loves hearing you say his name even more

➳❥ he takes every moan and whimper as a personal victory

➳❥ expect both sweet praise and degradation in the same breath

Kaiser has you laid out beneath him, your wrists pinned above your head with one hand while the other drags down your body. His mouth brushes against your ear as he pushes into you slowly, making sure you feel every inch.

"You love this, don’t you? Being mine. Fuck, you take me so well—such a good girl for me."

You moan, and he smirks, pulling back just enough to make you chase his lips. "Tch, so needy. Go on, tell me how much you love it—say it, baby, or I stop right here."

His fingers tilt your chin up, making sure you meet his gaze, his deep blue eyes holding a dangerous glint as his lips curl into a smirk.

“Look at you,” he murmurs, dragging his thumb across your lips before slipping it into your mouth. “So fucking perfect for me. My beautiful little thing.”

You moan around his thumb, and he chuckles, his other hand trailing down your stomach, teasing where you need him most.

“Tell me how good I make you feel, pretty. Beg me to ruin you.”

Barou: acts of service

➳❥ barou isn’t one to spoil you easily – you have to earn it

➳❥ he gets off on discipline and making you work for your pleasure

➳❥ when you do earn it? he doesn’t hold back when giving you what you want

Barou has you on your hands and knees, one of his big hands gripping your waist, the other fisting your hair to keep you exactly where he wants you.

"You wanted this, didn’t you? Begging for it all night—now look at you, struggling to keep up."

Your body trembles, pushed to its limits, but he’s not done yet. He leans down, voice dark with amusement, his breath hot against your ear.

"If you wanna come, beg for it. Tell me why you deserve it."

You’re completely spent, legs shaking, body flushed, but Barou isn’t satisfied yet. He flips you over, kneeling between your thighs. Grabbing your ankle, he presses a slow, deliberate kiss to your calf, his tone low, dangerous.

"Tired already?" His sharp eyes lock onto yours, challenging. "I’m not stopping until I know you’re completely satisfied."

Before you can protest, he drags you back to him, spreading you open with ease. His mouth is on you again—sucking, licking, claiming—and when you try to squirm away, his grip tightens.

"Stay still," he growls, pinning you down. "You’re not done until I say so."

Shidou: physical touch

➳❥ shidou is a menace in bed, just completely obsessed with making you feel him everywhere for days

➳❥ his hands have to constantly be on you, gripping and manhandling you

➳❥ his favorite thing is fucking you against a mirror, watching the way you fall apart

Shidou has you pinned against the wall, your legs wrapped around his waist as he ruts into you like a beast. His mouth is hot against your skin, leaving bruises and bite marks in his wake.

"Fuck yeah, that’s it—scream for me, baby. Let everyone know who’s making you feel this good."

You whimper as he presses you harder against the mirror, making sure you can see the mess he’s making of you.

"Shit, you look so pretty like this—should keep you like this forever, huh?" He grins, biting your shoulder before slamming into you harder.

Shidou thrives on touch—his hands constantly grabbing, pinching, kneading, making sure you’re always feeling him. He loves your reactions, the way your body responds to him. His fingers dig into your thighs, a wicked grin playing on his lips.

“Gonna let me have you? Or do I have to make you beg first?”

Sae: quality time

➳❥ sae isn’t in a rush, he enjoys taking his time with you, pulling pleasure out of you in an annoyingly slow pace

➳❥ control is everything to him, commanding you to hold still and refusing to let you rush him

➳❥ he loves making you wait, begging him to go faster

Sae has you spread out on the bed, his fingers tracing slow, lazy circles over your thighs as you squirm beneath him.

"Tch. So impatient." He pushes into you slowly, making you whimper at the stretch, his deep teal eyes locked onto yours.

"I want you to feel everything," he murmurs, rolling his hips in a way that has your breath catching.

Your fingers clutch at his shoulders, and he leans down, lips brushing against your jaw. "Relax, love. We’re just getting started."

His fingers tilt your face up, forcing you to look at him. His eyes are dark, piercing, his grip firm but not rough.

“Focus on me,” he says, his voice smooth, demanding. “I don’t want your mind anywhere else.”

He takes his time—dragging his fingers over every inch of your skin, watching the way you react, the way your breath hitches when he finally touches you where you need him most.

“There we go,” he murmurs, lips brushing against your ear. “That’s the reaction I wanted.”

Oliver: receiving gifts

➳❥ oliver loves spoiling you, but expects you to work for it

➳❥ he buys you lingerie, jewlery, silk sheets–just to ruin you against them

➳❥ loves worshipping you while you’re covered in all of the things he bought for you

Oliver sits on the edge of the bed, watching you with a lazy smirk. He pats his thigh, motioning for you to sit on his lap.

"Come here, baby. Show me how much you want that new necklace."

The second you straddle him, his hands grip your waist, pulling you flush against him as he kisses up your neck.

"Mm, that’s my girl. Keep moving—maybe I’ll let you have it."

Oliver smirks as he drapes the cool metal of a diamond necklace around your throat, his fingers brushing against your skin as he fastens the clasp. His lips ghost over your shoulder, trailing down until his teeth nip at your pulse.

“Something pretty for my pretty girl,” he murmurs, voice dripping with satisfaction. “But let’s be real, baby—the best gift I could give you is me.”

Before you can even process his words, he’s already spinning you around, pinning you against the nearest surface. His hands slide down your sides, gripping your hips with purpose, pressing himself against you so you feel just how hard he is.

“Mmm, already shivering?” His chuckle is dark, teasing, as his fingers slip under the hem of your clothes, dragging them down inch by inch. “I haven’t even started yet.”

You whimper as he spreads your thighs, one hand keeping you exactly where he wants you while the other trails between your legs, fingers teasing, barely grazing where you need him most.

"C’mon, baby, tell me—" he whispers, lips brushing against your ear. "What’s the real gift here? This little necklace… or me fucking you until you can’t even think straight?"

Before you can answer, two fingers slide into you without warning, curling just right, making your back arch as a broken moan spills from your lips.

Oliver grins, pleased, proud, as he watches you unravel beneath him.

“That’s what I thought,” he purrs. “Now, let’s see how many times I can make you say my name tonight.”

© kingkaizen | do not copy, steal, or duplicate!

[bananastarlo]

Warning: NSFW!

Thinking about yandere nerd who saw someone else talking to you. Now you're paying the price.

You see him in the hallway, quickly avoiding his gaze as he continues to stare at you from a distance with piercing eyes, making you blush.

But when a boy comes up and tries to talk to you, he gets bold, approaching you and wrapping his surprisingly strong arms around your waist.

“Back off, she’s mine,” is all he says, his voice sultry with possessiveness.

Then he takes your hand and storms off with you.

“Who are you thinking about right now, hm? Is it him?”

You don’t answer, the shame of the situation you’re in making you want to shrink back. But it feels so good. He feels so good.

“Answer me!” he demands, as he spanks your ass while you’re bent over his knee. The loss of pleasure as he stops pumping his thick, long fingers into your dripping pussy, paired with the sudden sting, leaves you heavy with arousal as you squirm in his lap.

“N-No, you’re all I think about, p-please,” you desperately mewl, attempting to rub your aching clit against his knee, causing enough friction to stimulate yourself as your thoughts begin to fade, chasing your own orgasm.

“Shit,” he groans. “You know, it’s really hard to stay mad at you when you look so cute and desperate on my legs, only for me.

But you need to learn that you belong to me now.”

Suddenly, he yanks your hair back with one hand, the other keeping you from squirming.

The sound you make as he whispers into your ear, telling you how fucking good you look, is enough to make him cum in his own pants.

“Aw, look at this, I made a mess and it’s your fault, baby. But you’ll help me, right? Help me, and I’ll make you feel so good I’ll forget you ever tried to talk to another man.”

Now you’re between his legs, looking up at his veiny, hard cock and the amount of cum leaking out of it. You pant as your own bare pussy starts to pulse and drip onto the floor at the sight of his dick. Your hands shakily wrap around his shaft, earning a needy groan from him.

You sigh in utter bliss at the thought of making him feel good, beginning to lap up his thick white cum like a good dog while gently stroking him, drawing the most angelic and sinful sounds from his throat.

“Y-Yes, that’s a good fucking girl,” he praises as his head falls back, face flushed, his fingers twitching as he grips the sheets. He slowly brings one hand to the back of your head, guiding your hot mouth, while biting the other to suppress his whimpers.

It doesn’t take long—he ejaculates again, and this time, shoots his load on your face, giving him a sight he thought he’d only ever see in heaven.

He needs a moment to regain his composure, huffing heavily.

“C’mere,” he croaks, fully pulling you into his arms, leaving no space to breathe. You oblige, excitement and a rush of heat filling you as your hearts pound against your ribcages, thinking about what he’ll do to you, already anticipating his hot, passionate touch.

“You can use me. You’ve been so good for me, you earned it,” he whispers, shifting his attention to your neck, sucking and biting your soft flesh.

You moan as your hips stutter against his, drawing the same sound from him.

You try to focus on your own satisfaction as you roll your hips against his knee and glide your aching slit along his big thigh, holding onto his neck to steady yourself. Your whines and puffs begin to increase as your mind blanks, and all you can feel are the intense waves of pleasure crashing through your body.

He watches you as you increase your pace, hitting that right spot over and over again.

“You’re doing so good,” he smirks.

As soon as you hear his words, your body reacts—your back arches as you release on him.

He takes you in his arms and cradles you, patting your head and whispering sweet nothings into your ear, making you drowsy until you eventually fall asleep in his embrace.