#exchanging bodily fluids

[deancasforcutie]

why did no one tell me about the 9.03 I'm No Angel storyboards aka Destiel Take on Me

it's got EVERYTHING. lingering stares written directly into the text. Dean speedrunning the widower arc with literally all the character focus on him. hayscoded penetration in the season already overflowing with it to fill their Fanfic Gap. "Actor Specific Action" inserts that brought us some of the Jacting Joices of all time.

also lamp

[camgirlkaminari]

i just caught up with the latest chapters and like. those dudes definitely made out right? like that's not even subtext? like horikoshi fully said one and two absolutely went hog wild upon each other like. in the text, right??????? I have other, more cool and normal thoughts, but what is really important to me right now is that. those dudes definitely canonically got nasty. right???????????????????

[meemalee]

Ted and Rebecca literally swapping saliva already - this is definitely some sort of mating ritual and I’ll take it, I don’t care.

[jimmyspades]

Denny: She didn’t quite taste the same as I remember. She tasted more like… Alan: Me. That was my slobber, Denny. We finally exchanged bodily fluids. BOSTON LEGAL 3.10 "The Nutcrackers"

[slutdge]

absolute cowards in r/eyehategod that dont wanna be in the splash zone

[isdalinarhot]

you know what i am super Not Feeling The Alcohol Tonight but my god i sure am going insane at the simple concept of Dalinar Takes Off His Shirt in a way i suspect I wouldn’t if I was sober

[newtonsheffield]

But why does her hair grow by a foot when hulk’s doesn’t? Why do only some of her clothes grow with her?

[starpros-sunshine]

Turtleneck sweater with an embroidery that says "I think about vampirism a normal amount of thought"

[naueermo30]

Logan has asked his buddy Will Pounder if he and his wife, Kenzie Taylor will help him show her the pleasure of swinging.

Matt Bird joins her in bed and gets a nice smooch. CONTINUE...

[dickggansey]

i only like blond men in theory. in practice it's always the brunettes with curly hair and brown eyes that get it ❤️

[dorenarox]

Not so long ago someone in the family had an accident that resulted in a giant puddle of blood. I was not there to see it, but a photo was supposedly made. However, it had been deleted before it could get to me. To which I was like "I would have liked to see that!" to which came back "You live for seeing family members suffer, huh?"

No. I live for blood. Copious amounts of blood! I have an old sock from when I bled aaaaall over it! One of our dogs chewed on it one time. Because it is SOAKED in blood! I'm keeping it. When will I ever acquire such an amount of blood ever again?

[dinodanicus]

A portrait of beloved professor Elias Scrimshaw. Elias is one of the stranger creatures from the species exchange program. An intelligent parasitic entity that can live in and manipulate a host's body for hundreds of years. Elias's species keep active only the bodily systems that are most needed, such as those involved in locomotion and eating. The unessential parts of the body are consumed, often Reducing the host species to what is essentially an animated husk which is kept preserved with a special cocktail of antibacterial fluids produced in Elias's strange asymmetric body. His preferred field of study deals with the biomechanics and life cycles of extraterrestrial parasites. His unique perspective and insight has offered great leaps in interstellar medicine by helping provide treatments for rare and often deadly parasitic infections. Not wanting to offend his host planet he took over the form of a stray cat which he assumed to be a local source of food before realizing it was in fact a common household pet. He has since expressed his deepest apologies for this mix up and has advised cat lovers to perhaps reconsider taking his class.

[undreaming-fanfiction]

What I Wouldn't Do

This fanfiction is a Valentine's Day exchange gift for the lovely @henderdads. Cass, Eddie absolutely hates Valentine's Day, but for Steve? Well. He's willing to make an exception. Have an amazing Valentine's Day, you deserve it so much!!

Sometimes, it is difficult to reconcile several different truths in our lives. 

Eddie currently has this dilemma. 

Truth A: Steve Harrington, Eddie Munson’s boyfriend, allegedly loves sappy romantic things, Valentine's Day included.

Truth B: Eddie Munson, Steve Harrington's boyfriend, feels like if the world ever has to end, it should do so on February 14th, for this is the worst day of all days, the day of heart-shaped chocolate that tastes like crap, couples exchanging sweet words and bodily fluids, sometimes even semi-publicly, and don't even get him started about that horrible romantic music. 

After swearing on the Munson doctrine he won’t sell his soul to consumerism for anything and anyone but Steve, Eddie Munson decides to ignore Truth B. Steve Harrington deserves the best Valentine's day in the history of this idiotic holiday and Eddie has a hunch, a massive, Everest-sized hunch, that in all of his previous Valentine's days, Steve was always the one to do all the work. His beautiful and brave people-pleasing boyfriend. 

Then Eddie realizes another very uncomfortable truth. He has no idea how to celebrate Valentine’s Day. He spent the twenty one-ish years of his existence avoiding the holiday, so now he has to do some research. 

He starts small. When they walk together in the Hawkins center, careful not to touch or hold hands because Hawkins still remains a backward hellhole, he notes what Steve looks at. If his eyes linger on a certain flower for a few seconds, he makes a mental note. A mental note means in Eddie's case that he repeats the name of the flower ad nauseum, quickly excuses himself and scribbles it onto his forearm not to forget. He even buys a permanent marker for this. He can't forget anything, not when it's important for Steve.

When Steve asks about the scribbles, he claims it's for the next campaign. He even draws a sword and a shield next to the notes to avoid suspicion.

He asks many questions, most of them under the pretense of helping Gareth with his dates. "I swear, Steve, when he's lovestruck, he gets completely stupid. Not stupid stupid, Gareth's smart, but he can't hold rhythm and we need him to hold it, he's our drummer! So save this suffering aspiring rockstar and tell me, what do you think is the best type of chocolate? Milk chocolate? Okay, and is that like, universal? Did your previous dates like it? I see, a majority then! Sooo...are you a part of that majority?" 

Very smooth. 

See, Eddie doesn't give a flying demobat about chocolate types, he's more into hard candy. He doesn't like cut flowers, they die anyways because you cut them, how is that fair to that flower, huh? To die for being pretty? And of course, he hates the whole EXPECTATION of Valentine's Day. 

But the more he asks, the more he finds out, he doesn't see it as participating in the mindless machinery of lovestruck idiots. Instead, he sees the flush on Steve's cheeks when he talks about dark chocolate with dried raspberries and how his parents once brought it back from dad's trade conference, how it was love at first taste. He scratches out the idea for a bouquet of flowers when Steve mentions he’s always hated them because the flowers are so beautiful and vibrant, but they’re cut for an obligation in their prime. “It sounds stupid when I say it,” he chuckles, “but I want them to live until they’re ugly and withered, you know? They’re worth way more than their looks.”

Eddie could kiss him right there and then. And he does. 

He brings it all together, prepares all of Steve’s favorites with a silly twist because it’s Eddie, and Eddie lives for silly things. It really needs to be his favorites because Steve once admitted to him that most people with the exception of Robin and Dustin don’t really know what he likes, they just assume. And Steve is happy that people even thought about him, he thanks them and treasures those things that don’t mean anything to him. To Steve, being thought about is enough. 

Well, not to Eddie Munson. 

He asks Steve not to plan anything for their Valentine's Day. Or more precisely, he asks him to stay free and available and not worry his beautifully hairy head. He knows that if he didn't say this, Steve would have gone above and beyond for him, he would have likely taken Eddie to a concert with music so loud he’d get a migraine, but he’d suffer through it. So Eddie has to stop that from happening.

On the actual day, Eddie prepares everything. He sends Gareth ("You owe me so much for this. SO MUCH, MUNSON. I actually wanted to watch this tonight!") to rent Steve's favorite movie and goes himself to get access to the Hawkins High with…almost completely legal means, just a little bit of bribing here, some promises for a lengthy D&D campaign there, and of course lots and lots of nougat. 

He gathers everything in his van, waits for the kids and the janitor to get out and then starts setting the scene. 

There are two more incompatible truths that Eddie Munson grapples with: 

Truth A: Eddie Munson fucking HATES the Hawkins High. He wants it to burn down in flames, with only the theater room staying intact. 

Truth B: Steve Harrington sometimes wistfully mentions how he wishes he could have dated Eddie Munson in high school. How they’d share lunches, trade secret kisses in the hallways. He wishes himself and the world had been different. 

And so Eddie Munson grits his teeth, walks those cursed hallways he only managed to escape a few months back and counts on Robin Buckley to deliver his invitation with flair. “Extra points if you get him a trumpet solo, Buckley!” 

Robin apparently delivers because only half an hour after the expected invite, as he is smoking his fifth cigarette - don’t blame the guy, he’s nervous! He’s got a big date! - Steve arrives with a smile that’s equally excited and nervous. He keeps running his fingers through his hair and overall looks just biteable. 

Steve walks up to him and brushes his fingers against Eddie’s wrist, discreetly as they have established. It’s their own version of a kiss. “I thought you hated Valentine’s Day?” he asks and he looks so apologetic that Eddie promises to base all villains in his new campaign on all the people who ever made Steve feel he wanted too much. 

Eddie glances around, deems it safe and pulls Steve into an actual kiss. "It might be Valentine's day for you, Steve. For me, it's the "Steve Harrington Appreciation Day." He winks at Steve and relishes in the slight blush that has crept into his cheeks. “The name is already registered and all. No changes possible or accepted. Follow me, big boy.” 

Steve laughs when he sees a set cafeteria table with something that brings back so many memories. How did Eddie get two portions of school lunch?! The man has to be magical, he decides. They eat together, chat about their day, and then Eddie decides feeding each other is off the table because they’re giggling so much he almost stabbed Steve with the fork. 

They walk the hallways together, hand in hand, and Eddie sometimes turns around, sticks his tongue out at an imaginary girl and sneers “back off! He’s mine!”. 

Steve turns after Eddie and nods. “What he said,” he whispers and squeezes Eddie’s waist. 

Eddie then hands Steve a sports bag he stashed in the changing rooms and winks at him. “What are you waiting for, Harrington? We have some balls to toss! Baskets to score. That.” And before Steve has a chance to protest, he gets his own bag and starts changing into those awfully familiar PE shorts in all their green and white glory. 

Steve just watches him, mouth hanging open. “Now I get why I never saw you in these,” he mumbles as he also starts changing. “I would have realized I’m bi like, at that moment.” 

But Eddie just laughs and pulls his hair into a loose bun. “Oh, Steve. You have no idea what those shorts on you did to the little closeted me. The thoughts they gave me.”

“Lucky for you, baby,” says Steve and pulls Eddie to his feet, “this time you’re allowed - and strongly encouraged - to both watch AND touch.” Then he cocks his head to the side and adds: “Well. If you score at least one point.” 

Eddie tries. Fails. Tries again, even with Steve helping him. Eventually, they settle for a quick game of tic-tac-toe which Eddie wins and happily squeezes Steve’s butt. 

Their final destination is the only class they ever shared, history. All desks are empty, except for one - the middle one in the second row, where Steve used to sit. There’s dark chocolate with dried raspberries, Steve’s favorite, and a pot of flowers. Yellow, another favorite. 

“The lady in the flower shop said they should live, like, really long,” shrugs Eddie and moves the chair for Steve so he can sit down. “I forgot their name the second I got them, but Buckley knows and she was asked to deliver a booklet with how to care for them.” 

Steve drags him down to his level and kisses Eddie, deep and long. He’s either crying or laughing into the kiss, maybe both. “I don’t know what to say,” he whispers into Eddie’s cheek. “All of this…is right. It’s me. You remembered.” 

“Eh…kinda. Tried to.” Eddie gives up and lets himself be seated on Steve’s lap. “Actually, I had a small…cheat sheet. Let me show you.”

Steve watches as Eddie takes off his bracelet and watch and sets both on the desk. He gasps as he sees a coiling pattern around Eddie’s wrist, something that looks like a dotted or scratched tattoo all around, but that’s not it. Because then Eddie moves his wrist closer and he can read all the words on Eddie’s skin. 

DARK CHOCOLATE WITH RASPBERRIES

NO CUT FLOWERS! YELLOW IS GOOD

COFFEE WITH ONE DROP OF MILK

NO ICE IN DRINKS - TRIGGERS MIGRAINES

BELTS AND SHOELACES - GOOD GIFTS TO WEAR

FREDDIE MERCURY

GOOD OLD FASHIONED LOVER BOY

NO KETCHUP! 

STRAWBERRY ICE CREAM

These and so much more. All of Steve’s favorites, all what made him feel like himself, forever preserved in Eddie’s skin. 

He buries his head in Eddie’s shoulder and holds him so tight Eddie has trouble breathing, but then he decides that oxygen is overrated. “You’re so crazy,” sobs Steve into his shoulder. 

Eddie laughs again into the quiet of their former school. “I know.”

“And I love you so much.” 

He kisses Steve’s forehead. “I know. And I love you too. That’s why I had to do this, you know. Because even when I’m old and ugly, just like these flowers will be one day, when I’m senile and can hardly remember my own name, I will look at my hand and I’ll know all that is important.” 

Steve holds him even tighter if that’s possible, but maybe oxygen is needed just a little. Eddie gently kisses Steve’s head again and whispers: “We’re not done yet, love. Can you let me go so I can play us a movie? Something nice.” 

The arms crushing him loosen their hold and Steve briefly turns away to wipe at his eyes. “Sure. Sorry, I just…this is new for me. But good. So good.” 

“You deserve the good. All of it.” Eddie means it. And if seeing Steve appreciated as he should have been all of his life is redeemed by something as mundane as ignoring some truths about himself? Eddie is ready and willing. 

As he puts Indiana Jones and the Temple of Doom into the VHS player, he realizes something terrifying - he’s actually LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT VALENTINE’S DAY. 

Oh well. Time to adjust the Munson doctrine. After all, it might become a Munson-Harrington doctrine one day, so it deserves some revision.

[euaphoric]

“YOU MAKE ME SO PROUD”

✩‧₊˚ pairing — jungkook x f!reader

✩‧₊˚ warnings — fluff, smut, dom jk/sub reader, sloppy kissing, biting?, piv, exchange of bodily fluids (saliva & c*m), this is kinda nasty lol srry **ik i said i wasn’t gonna post during my vacay but i just couldn’t help it ig ..>.<

he looks like a dream. effortlessly flawless even post workout, his damp hair sticking to his face with streaks of sweat running alongside his neck. you weren’t making it obvious enough that you’re pretty much drooling over your eye candy of a boyfriend; never being able to control yourself when you see him in that state (or at all to be completely frank), nearing impossible to contain a somewhat normal composure. as soon as he came back in the bedroom you practically pounced on him like a kitten, straddling his thigh between your legs. “damn baby, i was only gone for an hour,” a crafty smirk plastered across his face at your neediness “missed me that bad?” his thigh tensed up under you causing a light whimper to escape from your lips, you nod, “mhmm, i always miss you… need to always be with you.” it was kinda pathetic to admit but very true, every waking moment you spent without him felt utterly miserable, it could be a second, a minute, an hour; you were bound by him and his presence.

leaning further into him as you bat your lashes, closing the space between you — pouty lips brushing up against his ever so slightly to tease him just a little. he was so pretty and perfect — and all yours. you still can’t believe he’s real sometimes, you could cry by just staring at him. a hand sneaks behind your ear, carefully tucking pieces of hair behind it; a set of plush lips met with yours to bloom into a slow but passionate kiss. the abrasive metal of his lip ring grazes against your bottom lip, no matter the copious amounts you kiss it never manages not to leave you shivering under him. you purr into his mouth out of desperation, grinding your soaked core against his toned thigh for an ounce of stimulation. his free hand snaked up to your back, gliding his fingertips underneath your dainty tank top tracing lines along your spine, engraving shallow crescents with his nails. your lips part open at the brush of his tongue, wrapping it around yours, he had far more of a lasting effect than any kind of drug, intoxicated by his sinful taste.

his embrace felt all the more than loving — it was familiar, warm, and protective. skin on skin, body to body; beautifully unraveling as one. your mouth flew open when he slid himself in but no audible noise came out — it was but a silent scream. he was sporting a semi-hard on but once fully submerged and accustomed to you tightening around him your walls could feel his length slowly swell up inside you, it was one of those indescribable feelings you cherish forever. “better start moving baby, this dicks not gonna ride itself.” he demanded, slightly bucking his hips up to feel some motion, “or do i have to fuck the daylights outta you instead, hm?” that offer was extremely tempting, but it’s not like he’s just going to do that later. “n-no, wanna ride you kookie… i’ll start moving” you mutter, shakily rutting your hips against him, he fills you up so perfectly as if his cock was designed solely for you. placing both palms on his broad shoulders for anchorage while raising your hips to now finally properly ride his fully erect member. “fuck… s-so big— so full..” you don’t think you’ll ever get used to how he stuffs you completely. his low grunts were the most melodic tone to your ears, along with his heavy panting and nails digging into the dips of your hips — he had your head spinning.

jungkook was enthralled with the fact only he could have you like this, a pretty little whiny mess just for him. his cock throbbing in you intensely made you clench around the thickness, mouth falling back open to reveal a long strand of your saliva, this only brought him more joy as he pulled you in for another kiss, moaning nonstop into his mouth. you picked up a steady rhythm while riding him, moving up and down as you tangle your fingers in his raven locks, feverishly making out with him. it all felt too good, he felt amazing, it became almost too much for you. you gnawed at his lower lip when you pulled slightly away, leaving another string of your spit connected together; he drove you madly insane. his attention went soaring elsewhere now, producing wet kisses along your side profile, to your neck, gently sucking and biting on the skin to admit a reaction. a deliberate shriek leaves your mouth, feeling your muscles tighten as you tremble, he left more faint love bites to your collarbone and visible bite marks to your shoulder. he notices your struggle to stay balanced and shifts his arm, decorated with the prettiest tattoos, firmly on your waist to keep you in place. “i love how you take this dick like a pro babe, you make me so proud every time.” he praised, his encouraging words help you build quicker stamina, bouncing on his cock as if you were deprived of it for months.

“you know i love you right princess?” he husks, assuring that this’ll always mean something more than just sex to him, you were far from disposable, his love runs deeper than you could ever imagine. “y-yes kookie, i do. i love you t-too— oh fuck!” your head plunges backward when he thrusts his cock back into you to match your movements, bringing one of his veiny hands to come rub your ass, sinking you further into him. you kept a steady pace as you lower your middle finger to play with your swollen clit as you rode him, the extra stimulation to your nub had your head dropping lower in reverse. you were so excruciatingly wet all you could hear were his hard breaths mixed with your soaking heat slamming into his cock, only thing running through your mind was getting to milk him empty once you both reach your climax. a moan slips the both of your lips in unison as you squeeze your eyes shut from euphoric sense of pleasure, “no no, look at me baby— keep ‘em open.” he ordered. your eyes flicker open once again, obediently following his rules, giving him the eye contact he so desperately craves.

“love looking at this pretty face every single fucking day,” he groans, still holding your hips securely in his grasp, “mine, mine, mine.” each time he’d say it another deep stroke would slam into your cervix. a final hit to your sweet spot had you trembling under him, crying out his name while screaming at the top of your lungs — you can tell he was getting close too by his chest heaving and sultry grunts and moans laced with an endless loop of your name being said. your face contorts from your nearing orgasm imploding you, the o-shape formation of your lips taking over, “g-gonna cum koo… can feel it!” a drawn-out sigh leaving your breath as you catch it, “go ahead baby, let go for me. you have my permission.” he grants your undying wish with those words, chasing your high as you finally let go, cream leaking down the sides of his cock. “fuck, so good, such a good girl for me.” he felt himself closer to the edge, “where do you want my cum this time babe?” he asks impatiently. “in mouth pleathe.” you offer generously, getting up to open wide and let him dump all his hot cum eagerly down your throat. you swallowed it all in one gulp, revealing your spotless tongue; everything you do makes him so proud to call you his. <3

[darby-rowe]

✧.* don't come in! coriolanus snow x fem!reader

word count 1.5k cw cock slapping pussy, WATERSPORTS/PISS, dirty talk, swearing, p in v, unprotected sex (please use protection), almost getting caught, disrespect to arachne crane's bathtub, pulling out, implied modern au, not proofread notes uh... this was meant to be a blurb or a ficlet. obviously that did not happen... yeah. enjoy nevertheless!

arachne crane's birthday party swiftly became a mess of hormonal teenage shenanigans. which is how you found yourself with your skirt and panties off, kneeling over coriolanus's hard cock in the birthday girl's bathtub away from the chaos.

you had your pussy lips spread open, softly sighing as coriolanus pressed down on your bladder with one hand and jerked himself off with the other. you slowly rocked your hips back and forth as your anticipated release grew closer.

you whimpered slightly as coriolanus slapped his cock head on your clit, as a way to tell you to hurry up. you tilted your head up to meet his gaze.

"you're so incredibly impatient," you tutted, studying coriolanus's flushed face and slightly parted lips. "give me a sec, baby,"

coriolanus huffed air out of his mouth as a chuckle. "you said to give you a sec a minute ago," he retorted, slapping your clit with the head of his dick a few more times, making your hips stutter.

"fuck," you sighed, rocking your hips even more. the bass from the music downstairs was so loud it seemed to vibrate the walls of the bathroom.

it only took a few seconds before you finally felt your bladder begin to relieve itself. with a tiny, "fuck, it's coming," you looked down as you watched a steady stream of warm, pale yellow piss pours itself onto coriolanus's throbbing hard cock. you mewled slightly as his hand seemed to jerk himself off faster, relishing in the warmth of your urine.

"s'fuckin' hot, baby..." coriolanus moaned beneath you, swiping his cock head back and forth against the gushing stream of piss, making even more of a mess than you two previously were.

the sound of two males laughing out in the hallway made you look up, eyes trained on the doorknob of the bathroom door. you silently pleaded to yourself — please, god, don't jiggle the doorknob.

coriolanus seemed to have caught on to your unease as the feeling of his cock sliding against your clit makes your breath hitch in your throat. you watched as he sat up and softly kissed your cheek and jawline, his hand soothing over the back of your neck.

"the door is locked baby," he cooed into your ear. your eyes fluttered closed, taking in the pleasure of his cock head stimulating your clit and his plush lips on your neck. "no one's coming in. now lay back — it's my turn,"

you laid back against the opposite end of the bathtub as coriolanus sat back on his knees, positioning his cock right at your clit. you looked up at his pretty, flushed face, batting your eyelashes as you spread your pussy lips open once more. but even as your boyfriend's pretty cock was a sight within itself, you just couldn't help but flick your eyes back at the bathroom door.

"eyes on me, pretty girl," coriolanus purred when he noticed how distracted you were, even taking it upon himself to grab your face and force you to look at him. "you're gonna watch me cover your pretty little pussy in my piss. don't look at the door — keep your eyes on my dick, got it?"

you couldn't help but nod, and soon your clit was being covered in coriolanus's powerful stream of warm piss, making you moan and lift your hips further into his stream. goosebumps flared all around your pelvis, relishing in the filth of it all.

and it was quite dirty what the two of you were doing. this bathtub wasn't yours, nor was it coriolanus's. and yet the two of you were exchanging bodily fluids in your friend's (term used loosely) bathtub. but fuck it, because honestly? you didn't care in the moment.

you looked up at coriolanus, lips parted as melodic sighs escaped your mouth. "fuck baby, s'fuckin' dirty," you circled your clit with your index finger, feeling coriolanus's piss cover your already soaking wet folds. "piss all over fuckin' pussy,"

coriolanus groaned as the last few drops of piss escaped his cock, shaking off any remnants of filth before leaning down to tease your entrance. you couldn't help but giggle at his desperation, making him go red in the face.

"i thought we came in here just to piss on each other," you joked, taking your hand and stroking his dick softly. "wanna fuck me as well?" your voice had a teasing inflection to it as you eased his tip inside you.

coriolanus let out a sigh. "can't help it, need to fuck you," he groaned as he slowly eased in the rest of his cock inside your warm hole, making you whimper slightly as your pussy became full of him.

you've now forgotten about the risk of someone knocking on the door, because your focus became solely on how hard coriolanus was snapping his hips into you. you had to cover your mouth when your moans became too loud, keeping your eyes trained on coriolanus's disheveled blonde curls above you.

"pussy's so fuckin' good," coriolanus growled under his breath. "such a dirty girl — lettin' me fuck my piss into you, yeah?"

you groaned lowly into the palm of your hand as your other hand traveled down to your clit, furiously rubbing at yourself to expedite your orgasm.

"naughty girl," coriolanus panted with a smirk that made your cheeks warm with a smidge of embarrassment.

the sound of the combined wetness of your pussy and his dick echoed off the walls of arachne's extravagant bathroom. you began to wonder if your attempts to quiet your moans were fruitless as your bodies were making just as much noise. but as you began to remove your hand from your mouth, coriolanus quickly slapped his own hand back onto your mouth as a heavy, demanding knock fell upon the bathroom door. you felt your heart jump down to your stomach.

"yo, snow!" festus's voice called out from behind the door. "hurry up in there — gotta piss, bro,"

coriolanus rolled his eyes as he continued to thrust into you, much to your horror as the noise of skin slapping against skin was incredibly apparent. "just wait, festus," he called out in between grunts. "weren't you just doing body shots off of livia? go back to doing that and leave me alone,"

"funny man you are, snow," festus responded. "although it could be just the liquor that livia spat in my eardrum, but it doesn't sound like you're doing much pissin' in there. you with a girl or somethin', bro?"

coriolanus chuckled with resignation, slowing down his thrusts but not stopping completely. he merely focused on just sliding the entirety of his cock into you and back out again, making your eyes roll back into your head. "and what if i was, festus?" he inquired. "what if i was fucking the shit out of a girl right now? what would that mean for me?"

festus was quiet for a moment before responding. "i mean... i guess, good for you, bro, or somethin'. arachne's gonna be pissed, though,"

coriolanus huffed with frustration, speeding up his thrusts once more. "just go away, festus,"

and festus seemed to have taken coriolanus's advice because you didn't hear his voice for the remainder of the time you were in there with your boyfriend. you could just focus on the feeling of him pistoning his cock inside your pussy, your breathing quickening as your orgasm drew closer and closer. your hand gripped the edge of the bathtub as your other hand worked your clit.

“gonna cum, pretty girl?” coriolanus asked as he felt your walls contract around his shaft. all you could do was nod and whine pathetically, looking up at him with your pretty, pleading eyes. the smug, satisfied look on his face as he fucked you hard in arachne’s bathtub made your stomach do flips. and with just a few more thrusts and words of encouragement, you were whimpering and cumming all over his large cock, your walls tightening and pulsating with each wave of please that overtook your body.

“gonna shoot my load all over this pretty pussy of yours,” coriolanus growled as he quickly pulled out of your hole and jerked himself off until he was shooting ropes all over your folds. the sounds of his grunts as he came all over you sent shivers down your spine, and now the shared noise in the bathroom was just the two of you panting in the aftermath.

he leaned to press a soft kiss to your lips — a quick attempt at aftercare before you both crawled out of the bathtub and cleaned yourselves up, throwing on the rest of your clothes.

but when coriolanus opened the door to rejoin the party, he was met with the impatient bodies of festus creed and felix ravinstill, the looks on their faces as they registered the disheveled appearances of you and coriolanus making your blood run cold.

after a moment of awkward silence, festus let out the most ear-splitting guffaw you ever heard, making your stomach turn with disgust and humiliation. “holy shit!” he cried out, holding his sides. “ah man, arachne is surely gonna be pissed when she hears about this!”

let’s just say festus had to hold a bag of frozen peas to his left eye for the remainder of the night after that confrontation.

darby-rowe, 2024. do not plagiarize my content, nor distribute my content onto any other website like AO3, etc. my writing is exclusive to tumblr only.

[lexsssu]

Odd (Hiroki Dan)

TAGS: Dan/F!reader, yandere, possessiveness, obsession, breeding, impregnation, smut, oneshot Ao3 ver.

Dan was always…odd.

Even when you were both still young preteens fumbling their way through puberty and middle school, there was always something about him that stood out from the rest of the student body.

Sure, he was smart, handsome, and came from a good family especially with his father being the current superintendent general at the police force. He had all the qualities that ensured his constant popularity, but despite how amicable he was towards your peers he always retreated back into himself.

.

.

.

At least, that was when it came to everyone else that is.

Because the biggest oddity you could find in him is his blatant need to ALWAYS be around you.

Whether he was merely within your immediate vicinity or engaging with you in some way, the dark-haired male was drawn to you like a moth to a flame. The eyes are the windows to the soul and for someone like him who was a master at molding his expressions in whatever face he needed at the moment, his eyes clearly revealed how genuine he was towards you.

Perhaps you should be scared, especially when his expressive eyes widen and dilate whenever your eyes meet with him for even a second. How it seems as if he’d been staring at you for long periods of time without you even noticing how heated his gaze was, but…

Was it bad that you found his attention…endearing? 

Flattering even that such an eligible man such as him only had you in his eyes?

Dan never did anything that made you feel uncomfortable, but rather knowing that you had his eternal attention almost felt like a safety blanket was wrapped around you and that there was never really anything for you to fear. He is a gentleman first and foremost, but the longing within his eyes are unmistakable and the genuine smiles he bestows upon you wear down the walls you’ve placed around your heart little by little.

That is why is there really any surprise that you’re wedded beneath the sakura blossoms as soon as you’ve both graduated highschool? 

To most people, marrying so early seemed like such an archaic practice or that you were both throwing your lives away so early. 

Such a thought never passed through your mind however and much less your husband for that matter. If anything, both his family and yours were very supportive of your decision as they had all been witness to the love you both shared for one another through all these years. Plus, it also helps that his family was well-off enough and Dan himself driven enough that your father had no qualms handing you over to his new son-in-law because he knew that you’d certainly be taken care of and cherished.

However, as much as you were grateful to the family and friends that celebrated your union, nothing could still overcome the happiness that overflowed from your heart as you met this man at the altar and exchanged vows and a kiss to seal your everlasting love to one another.

Dan was certainly odd…but you loved him all the same.

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“The doctor said that this is the best position to allow my seed to reach your womb and we’d be remiss if we didn’t follow her instructions. Besides, Masahiro deserves a new sibling, don’t you think so? I long to see you again growing ripe with my child…your breasts filling up with such fine drink that I’m already salivating just thinking about it…”

You don’t know what happened during work to set him off like this, but you weren’t complaining as Dan did his utmost best to practically rearrange your guts with how hard he was bearing down on you. The pillow he’d slipped beneath your hips just moments ago certainly helped as skin smacked against skin and bodily fluids dripped and stained the once pristine bedsheets.

The handsome investigator’s usually combed dark hair was in disarray as strands clung to his sweat-stained face, his movements & expression reeking of desperation and overflowing affection as he sought to get his cock as deep into you as he could. With luscious thighs wrapped around his narrow waist, hands raking against his strong back leaving faint red lines, and your lips kissed and bitten until it shone a bright reddish color, Hiroki knew that this might as well have been heaven.

For it is everything he wanted and dreamed of.

A precious young son sleeping in his own room, and the love of his life: his sweet little wife who still cared for him in spite of his need to ‘commit good deeds.’

And now that the newest member of your family was actively being made, Hiroki would make sure to continue his mission to cleanse the world of the filth that dared taint its goodness.

“ Leave it to me, darling. I’ll rack up enough ‘good deeds’ for you and all our future children so that you may all live without fears or worries… ”

With your face buried in the crook of his neck as you slept on top of him, his cock still stuffed inside your sopping cunt in order to prevent any of his seed from slipping out, the man smiled and closed his eyes and followed you into the land of dreams.