#have an entire outline! :P

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{Shaman King} ~ Yoh Asakura & (Aspec!/Demiromantic Queer!) Manta Oyamada + "At the Beginning" {+{Minimal} Anna as Support) (near very End)}

By Me {Do Not Reproduce/Re-upload my AMVs/Video Edits Without my Permission Under Any Circumstances} Music (C) D o n n a L e w i s & R i c h a r d M a r x A N A S T A S I A (C) FOX/D O N B L U T H

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ᯓ★ YOU TURN ME ON! — JJK MEN

SYNOPSIS...what turns the jjk men on? Don’t worry, I’m here to tell you!

INFO...jjk men (geto, gojo, nanami, toji, choso, higuruma, sukuna) x fem!reader, sexual and non sexual turn ons (kinda), whispering, eye contact, tight clothing, shower sex, p in v, hair pulling, oral (f!receiving and m!receiving), pheromones (?), mention of glasses (sukuna), facial (sukuna), not proofread

OTHER...likes and reblogs are appreciated

GOJO

gojo loves when you whisper in his ear. Something about you being so close to him, feeling your breath on his skin just does something to him. He gets immediate chills up his body and a small little smirk on his face. It doesn’t even have to be sexual either, you could whisper the most basic shit and he’d be giggling like a school girl cause he just loves hearing your voice in that tone. Now, when it is sexual…that man will nut inside of you without warning. You’re moaning and whispering in his ear? He’s a goner, quite literally on another planet. Nibble on his ear a little and his eyes will roll back. Sometimes you’ll do it in purpose while you two are out in public and he gives you the biggest pout ever. “Baby, don’t do that to me c’mon,” he whines. He damn near dragged you to the car and fucked you in the backseat…

NANAMI

nanami loves eyes contact a little too much. Sometimes it’s intimidating because he’s such a stoic man and doesn’t show very much emotion in his face, so he will just stare at you. But overtime you’ve grown to be comfortable with making eye contact with him, just staring lovingly while he talks about work or whatever. He stares into your eyes so much that he can tell what you’re thinking and feeling. More specifically, he knows when you’re in the mood, the little glint in your eye while you smile at him, looking at him up and down like he’s a piece of meat. In that case, expect eye contact during sex! Nanami loves missionary just looking at you, forehead pressed against yours, and he can’t get over that pleading look, batting your pretty lashes at him while you moan his name. “Yes, right here, baby. Keep looking at me. There’s my girl,” he softly sighs.

TOJI

toji loves tight clothes (no surprise). He genuinely thinks you look good in anything, but something about seeing the outline of your body makes him a crazed man. He will nonstop be touching you, handing on your ass, waist, titties, thighs…he does not give a damn. You could be wearing your pajamas and he will still find you sexy. You bend over in something tight? He’s now hard and has to fix the problem, not that he minds. He bends you over right there on the couch with your shorts around your ankles. It’s date night? He’s excited because you’re gonna wear that new dress he bought you—the one that hugs your body so well, showing off all your curves. Wandering eyes follow your every movement while you get ready and be chews on his bottom lip while he thinks of everything he wants to do to you. “Yeah, doll, I don’t think we’ll be making it to dinner tonight,” he chuckles.

GETO

geto loves soapy titties. Now I know that’s like very specific…but I just see him getting turned on by soapy tits for some reason (I don’t make the rules). He doesn’t care what size they are, what they look like, just throw some soap and water on them bad boys and he’s a satisfied man. Bonus points if you send him an unexpected photo in the shower while he’s away. He almost drops his phone while waiting in line for food because he can’t believe his eyes—your perky nipples and soap cascading down your entire body. Expect shower sex…a lot of shower sex. He will go out of his way to help you wash up, trying to be all nice and polite but minutes later his hands are groping your chest and playing with your nipples, soap running between his fingers while he fucks you against the shower wall. “They look so pretty in my hands, baby. I love ‘em.” He lazily smiles.

CHOSO

choso loves when his hair gets pulled or when you play with his hair. He only discovered this when you were doing his hair and accidentally pulled it and to his surprise (and yours) he let out a small whimper. Now you go out of your way to tease him, tugging at his hair whenever you walk by, giggling when he huffs in annoyance. He likes laying on your chest and you just run your fingers through his hair, he immediately melts into your touch. Oh but Choso definitely likes it when you tug at his hair when he’s eating you out…why wouldn’t he? It makes him so hard when he feels your fingers entangle in his hair, pulling and tugging at it while you basically ride his face for your pleasure. You only tug harder when you get closer and closer to your orgasm and his dick is throbbing. “Yes, yes, pull on my hair, please, please,” he begs.

HIGURUMA

higuruma gets turned on when you smell good, whether it’s your natural smell or your perfume, conditioner, lotion, whatever you use. You’d walk by him one day in the kitchen, greeting him when came home from work and he stops in his tracks and sniffs the air a couple of times because you smell so good…??? Like really good to the point he just wants to devour you, hold you, do whatever to you. He’ll hold you close and just smell your hair, your skin, kissing you over and over while his hands roam your body. And if you wear a scent that evokes memories of you two, like a first date or something like that…he pounces on you like a tiger. “How do you smell so fucking good? God, I could just eat you up right now…would you let me?”

SUKUNA

sukuna loves glasses. Yes I said it. Modern sukuna more specifically cause yk…But he will see a woman with glasses and think about how cute her face looks, how smart she looks…the innocent thoughts at first, and then his evil, horny ass would think about what they would look like when he’s fucking you. He can never be wholesome. Will they fog up? Will you let him cum on them? Do you even keep them on? Will they break if he fucks you too hard? All questions that need to be answered. So yes, he eventually fucks a woman with glasses and god does he love it. He finds it adorable when you push up your glasses every ten seconds cause he’s pounding into you too hard. He loves it when you look over them while giving him head. And yes, they do fog up. “Gonna let me cum all over your face? Yeah..? No, no, keep them on for me,” he devilishly smirks, licking his lips.

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winner ~ josh futturman;future man

word count: 2263

request?: no

description: in which she walks in on her best friend..."celebrating" his big win, and decides to help him

pairing: josh futterman x female!reader

warnings: swearing, smut (masturbation, oral - m receiving, unprotected p in v, josh is a bottom bitch but we been knew)

masterlist (one, two, three)

My hand was raised to knock on the door when it suddenly swung open. Mrs. Futturman smiled at me. "Oh, hello (Y/N)! Come on in!"

"Thank you, Mrs. Futturman," I said as I stepped past her. "Is Josh home?"

"Yes, he's upstairs in his room playing that fantasy game he loves so much."

Of course he was. I could've predicted that. If Josh wasn't at work, he was locked in his bedroom trying to beat an unbeatable video game. If I was ever able to actually coax him out of his room to come over to my place, all he'd do was talk about the game. It was like an addiction for him. I guess it could've been worse; Josh could actually be socializing and getting a girlfriend.

Yeah, I know. Best girl friend with a crush on my best guy friend cliche. Unrequited crush on a friend and all that.

"Hey (Y/N)!" Mr. Futturman said as he came down the hallway. "Looking for Joshy?"

"That I am, Mr. Futturman. I know he's in his room."

"Diane and I are going out for a few hours. Help yourselves to whatever you want!"

Josh's dad patted me on the shoulder and his mom smiled at me before they both walked out. I watched as they got into their car, then turned to do exactly as Mr. Futturman said: help myself to whatever I wanted. I grabbed a can of soda from the fridge and one of Mrs. Futturman's famous cupcakes. I would've grabbed one for Josh, too, but if he was deep enough into his game I knew he wouldn't be eating for a while.

I climbed the stairs to Josh's room. If we hadn't been such good friends, I would've knocked on his door instead of just walking in. If I had paid more attention to the sounds coming from his room instead of his mom's delicious cupcake, I would've realized they were not the sounds of his video game.

Honestly, if I hadn't come over at all, I wouldn't have seen what I did.

Because instead of finding my best friend deep in his game, I found him with his head thrown back against his gaming chair and his hand wrapped around his cock, furiously pumping. The sounds coming from his mouth were sinful and things I definitely should not be hearing. I was frozen, watching the entire situation that I knew I should not have been watching. I was so shocked that my drink and cupcake slipped from my hand. The soda can clattered to the floor, soda spilling all over the floor at my feet. It was that sound that finally made Josh open his eyes and turn to look at me. I could only imagine my panicked expression matched the one on his face.

"Shit," he breathed, trying to pull up his boxers.

I finally remembered myself and turned away as he tried to cover himself. "I-I'm sorry. I didn't know..."

"You could've knocked!"

"When do I ever knock, dickhead?" I could hear him still struggling. I fought every urge that was telling me to turn around and look at him again. "Your parents told me you were playing Biotic Wars."

"I was. I - uh - I beat the game. I was...celebrating."

Under different circumstances, I'd probably get very excited over Josh beating his game. That would make him the first person to ever beat Biotic Wars in the entire world. It was certainly an achievement worth celebrating.

But a different idea crossed my mind.

I turned back to Josh, who still had his pants around his ankles and his boxers haphazardly pulled up. I could still see the outline of his hard cock fighting against the material of his boxers.

"Maybe I can help you celebrate."

He looked at me in confusion. I swallowed my nerve and started across the room. Josh's eyes followed my every move as I came to stand in front of him. His eyes widened as I sank to my knees in front of him. I watched his face as I reached for the waistband of his boxers, waiting to see if he was going to protest.

"Please," he whimpered.

I couldn't help but smirk as I pulled his boxers down to meet his pants. His cock sprang free, red and painfully hard. I couldn't help but marvel at the size. I had definitely fantasized about him when I was alone, but I was definitely doing him an injustice with those fantasies.

I pushed Josh so he was sitting down in his gamer chair again. I wrapped my hand around the base of his dick and pumped slowly. Josh's mouth fell open as I took the tip in my mouth, still pumping my hand at the base. I swirled my tongue around the head every so slowly, looking up at him through my eyelashes. I held his eye as I took more of him into my mouth, going down just enough for my mouth to meet where my fist was wrapped around him. His head fell back against his chair again as I began to bob my head on his dick.

I held on to his thigh with my other hand, trying to keep myself steady as I picked up the pace slightly. Josh was a moaning mess, putty in my hands (almost literally). I glanced up at him again, watching his Adam's apple bob with every lewd sound that came from his mouth.

"Can you take it any deeper?" he asked. "Please?"

There was something about the begging tone of his voice that turned me on even more. I removed my hand from the base of his dick, placing it on his other thigh and taking him further into my mouth. His eyes screwed shut as he moan out into the room again. I could feel his dick twitching in my mouth with every inch that I took in. Eventually I almost had him completely taken in, the tip all but touching the back of my throat. I had never felt so grateful to not have a gag reflex.

His hand found it's way to my hair, just resting there at first as I started to pull my head back. But then I was being shoved back down at such a quick speed that my eyes suddenly watered and I quickly had to pull off to start coughing.

"Shit, I'm so sorry," he said. "I didn't mean to hurt you. I just...it felt so good. I needed to be in your mouth again."

"It's okay," I said. "But maybe don't shove your dick down my throat suddenly, okay?"

He nodded quickly. "Okay, okay. Please put my dick in your mouth again."

I smirked up at him. "Well, since you're being so good and using your manners."

He moaned out as I took him into my mouth again. I didn't tease this time. I immediately picked up my pace. Saliva started dripping from my mouth and ran down his cock. I was somewhat impressed by the fact that his chair hadn't toppled over or broke or anything with the sheer force of what was going on.

Josh's hand fisted my hair as whimpers and moans escaped from his lips. I could feel his dick twitching, signaling that he was getting close to his release.

"Stop," he said, his hand pulling at my hair. "Wait, stop."

I pulled off and looked up at him. "Are you okay?"

"I am so much more than okay. I'm actually really close, but I want to be inside of you before I cum. If...if that's okay, I mean."

I was off my knees before he could even finish his sentence. I got onto his lap and pressed my lips to his. It caught him by surprise, but he was responding to my kiss quickly. His hands held my waist as I awkwardly straddled him in his chair, the plastic of the arm rests digging into my legs.

"We have to move to the bed," I said between kisses. "I can't fuck on this thing."

"I figured it was a long shot, but the thought was so hot to me," he said.

I got off his lap and he stood. He kicked his pants and boxers off into a pile on the floor before reaching for my shirt. He paused a moment, like he was waiting for my permission. I playfully rolled my eyes and pulled the shirt off myself and removing his as well. I started kissing him again, deciding to give him the pleasure of taking off my pants and panties himself. Once I had them kicked to the floor, joining the other discarded clothing, we both started backing up towards his bed. I lightly pushed him so he was laying down on the bed before climbing on top of him.

"Fuck," he breathed. "This is a nice view."

I giggled. "You're a real charmer, Josh."

I spit in my hand and lathered it over his already saliva soaked cock. I hovered over him, lining him up with my entrance, before slowly sinking down onto him. We moaned in unison as I went down until he was buried completely inside of me. His hands were gripping at my hips, no doubt leaving crescent indents in my skin.

"Please move," he begged. "Fuck, I need to feel you, please."

"I never took you to be such a sub," I teased. "But I like to hear you beg. Can you ask me nicely one more time to ride your cock?"

"God, please ride me. I need to cum so bad. I wanna feel you before I cum."

I put my hands against his bare chest to steady myself and slowly began to grind on his cock. He was buried so deep inside of me, hitting the one spot my past hook ups could only dream of hitting. With every slow grind, he was nudging that spot more and more, and his pubic bone was rubbing against my clit. I hadn't realized how turned on sucking his dick alone had made me, but I felt like I wasn't about to last long either.

I leaned over to kiss Josh's lips. His tongue ran along my bottom lip, asking for entrance, which I granted him. My grinds had turned into bounces on his cock, the pressure inside me building more and more by the second. I could tell by the way his dick was twitching that he was getting close too.

"Shit, I'm gonna cum," he breathed. "Fuck, I-I don't have a condom on."

"I'm on the pill," I assured him. "I want to feel you cum inside of me."

"Fuck!" he cried out, his head lulling back onto the pillow beneath him as he finally reached his climax. The feeling of his warmth filling me up was enough to push me over the edge as well, crying out into the otherwise silent house.

I sat on top of him as both of us tried to regain our breaths. Josh sat up, wrapping an arm around my lower back to cradled me as he flipped us over. I gasped as he slowly pulled out of me, feeling his seed running out of me.

"I had to clean my sheets anyways," he said, eyeing the mess between my legs. "Hold on, let me clean us up."

He hurried out of the room and returned with two cloths. He passed one to me and we both cleaned ourselves up. He tossed the cloths onto the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes before getting back onto his bed with me. I was a little shocked when he pulled me into his arms, but I wasn't about to protest to post-sex cuddles.

"So," he said, running his fingers up and down my arm, idly, "how long have you been wanting to do that?"

"Uh...since I went through puberty and realized what sex was?" I offered.

He whistled. "That long, huh? And you never told me?"

"How was I supposed to tell you? Hey Josh, I know we've been best friends since primary school and you probably don't view me like this, but I have a massive fucking crush on you. Anyways, enjoy your video game that you never stop playing."

"Who says I don't view you the same way?"

"Well, obviously you view me as someone you want to have sex with considering the fact that we just had sex."

"I view you as more than someone I want to have sex with - "

"Friends with benefits is still just seeing me as someone you wanna have sex with."

"Will you listen to me?" he said as he covered my mouth with his hand. "I mean I like you, too, (Y/N). I always have. But I thought you only saw me as a friend, so obviously I wasn't about to say anything."

I groaned and pushed his hand off of my mouth. "God, we are such a cliche, aren't we?"

He chuckled and placed a finger under my chin, tilting my head up so that he could kiss me on the lips again.

"At least this finally happened now that you finished that game," I said. "I never would've gotten your attention beforehand."

"That's not true!"

"Josh, you didn't pay attention to me before. Being your girlfriend wouldn't have made much of a difference."

"It totally would've!"

"Shut up before I decide to take back everything I said."

I kissed him before he could come up with a comeback.

[worldlxvlys]

Can you write a fic based on Wednesdays video and we notice he not wearing underwear and it’s visible -don’t know how to explain it well🫣

distracted

chris sturniolo x reader

warnings: smutttt, p in v, cream pie, unprotected sex, fantasizing, choking, oral (male receiving), handjob, degradation

a/n: @sophssturn also requested something very similar but my dumbass accidentally deleted the request 😭

hope you enjoy !!

i swear i wasn’t looking on purpose.

ok, that’s a straight lie.

but it’s almost as though he wanted me to look, he knew exactly what he was doing.

he wore those grey sweats, which he knew made me go crazy.

and to top it off, he decided not to wear any underwear ? what a slut.

he knew good and damn well that he was too big to be walking around without any boxers on.

and to do it while he was filming ? when he knew there was nothing i could say or do about it ? yeah, he knew exactly what he was doing.

i was sitting behind the camera, watching as he cooked burgers for everyone.

every time he moved just a little too quickly, his dick would press against his light-colored sweatpants, the outline of his bulge showing.

of course i was aware of how big he was, but that didn’t mean the entire internet need to know too.

as i continued to stare at him, my eyes scanned over his entire body, imagining him in a completely different scenario.

instead of his wrists flicking with every flip of a burger, they were straining against a restraint, and i was watching him squirm desperately under me.

his pretty mouth was being suffocated under the weight of my body, while my aching heat was shoved in his face.

instead of the oil from the cooked meat dripping down his hands, it was a layer of my arousal decorating his long fingers.

when he threw his head back, moaning at the taste of the hamburger, i imagined him moaning my name while i bounced on his-

“helloooo? did you hear me?” chris asked, pulling me back to reality.

“oh, sorry. i was distracted” i answered, now realizing that everything was cleaned up, and matt and nick had already went off to do whatever.

in front of me sat a hamburger, placed perfectly between two buns on a plate.

“distracted by what?” he asked as he watched me take a bite of the food.

i took a minute to finish chewing before answering, “what do you think?” i deadpanned, watching as he looked at me in confusion.

“you seriously don’t know?” i asked, continuing to eat the burger.

when i finished, he pointed to my mouth, “you have a little..” he trailed off as he collected a bit of juice that dribbled down my lips from the meat.

before he could do anything else, i grabbed his finger, looking up at him as i licked the small bit of liquid from his finger.

he stared at me with his mouth hanging open slightly, before i let go of his hand.

“ tastes good” i spoke to him, making him whine in response.

i reached forward, palming him through his sweats, making him moan out in surprise.

“tell me, what did you think was gonna happen?” i asked as my hand made its way into his sweatpants.

“i- fuck, i don’t know” his head fell back as he whispered, hands gripping my waist.

“yes, you do chris. you did it for a reason, what is it ?” i asked as i left a light kiss to the shell of his ear.

i didn’t get an answer as i began to stroke his length.

i squeezed his base lightly, making him groan in response.

“answer me or i’ll make you cum in your pants out here like the dirty slut you are”

“shit” he breathed out raggedly, attempting to compose himself, “i wanted you to fuck me”

“you could’ve just asked baby”

“but i-“ he shuddered the feeling of my hands continuously squeezing him, “i need it rougher”

at those words, i pulled my hand from his pants, “say fucking less” i spoke as i grabbed his hand, pulling him to his room.

when we got there, i closed and locked the door behind us, before pushing him into it roughly.

“talk to me chris. tell me what you want” i spoke.

“ i told you already, i-” i brought my hand to his throat, squeezing it slightly.

“excuse me?” i asked him, eyebrows raised.

his eyes widened slightly, his gaze dropping to my lips. “try that again” i told him.

“i need you to fuck me” he whispered. “louder” i spoke.

“need you to fuck me” he spoke, his voice slightly raised.

“louder”

“they’re gonna hear-” he started before i cut him off, “i don’t really give a fuck. you wanna act like a little bitch in heat ? i’ll treat you like one, say it louder”

“please, please fuck me. need you to fuck me so bad” he spoke up, whining desperately.

“was that so hard?” i asked, tilting my head to the side.

i slid my hand up to grab his jaw, pulling his face toward mine into a heated kiss.

my hands wove into his hair, harshly tugging on his brown locks while his found their way around my waist.

i swallowed his moans as my lips danced along his greedily.

i ran my hands down his clothed chest, letting my fingertips toy with the hem of his shirt.

he took the hint, pulling away for a second to pull his shirt off, before his lips found their way back to mine.

my hands explored the new skin, running along his chest before stopping at his waistband.

i teasingly rubbed his stomach, fingers brushing the waistband but never moving past it.

he pulled away to speak, his mouth slightly open, “don’t tease”

i raised my eyebrows at him, grabbing him by his arm and guiding him to sit on the bed.

“maybe if you weren’t walking around without any underwear on, i’d listen to you” i spoke as i sunk down to my knees in front of him.

his eyes widened slightly as i left a kiss to his clothed dick.

he looked down at me with hooded eyes, watching as i slowly pulled his sweatpants down.

his hard dick slapped his stomach, pre-cum dripping onto his abs.

chris’s breathing sped up in anticipation, his hands clutching the sheets underneath him.

i placed my hands on his thighs, keeping them pulled apart while i leaned forward, collecting his arousal with my tongue.

i started at his stomach, licking at the small beads of arousal, before swirling my tongue around his tip.

“fuck” he breathed out, his head instantly flying back.

“talk to me, baby. you feeling good ?” i asked him.

CHRIS’S POV

“yes, feels so good” i whispered, brows furrowing as she teased me.

she brought the palm of her hand to my tip, rubbing me in quick, circular motions.

my hips jerked up at the feeling, my mind growing fuzzy at the amount of pleasure that coursed through me.

“you think you deserve to cum ?” she asked, looking up at me through her lashes.

she pulled her hand off of me suddenly, deciding to tease me more.

my mouth hung open, but i was unable to form any words as my mind was consumed with her.

her hands, running up my thighs, but always stopping just before her fingers could graze my dick.

her face, glaring up at me with that look in her eyes that told me i was going to be gone by the end of tonight.

her lips, so plump, curved to fit around my dick perfectly.

“please, i need your mouth” i whined as she moved her face closer to me, her breath tickling my painfully hard cock.

“yeah? well i need you to learn how to listen” she spoke, moving away from me.

if there was one thing she loved to do, it was tease me. she wanted to push me to my limits until i lost it.

and she knew exactly how to get me there.

“ok, ok, i’m sorry. please, please, i need your mouth so bad”

ignoring my pleas, she pulled her shirt over her head.

“you never answered my question earlier, chris” she spoke.

her words went in one ear and out the other, however, when i saw what she was wearing underneath her clothes.

“fuck” i groaned out at the site of the black lace that adorned her skin.

the bra had a low cut, her tits sitting perfectly in the cups.

the bottom left little to the imagination, the lips of her pussy hugging the small string of fabric that barely covered it.

“do you deserve to cum?” she repeated her question from earlier, tilting her head at me.

“yes” i spoke quickly, desperate to have her in any way i could.

“i don’t know, you didn’t answer me the first time” she spoke, moving to straddle my waist.

“guess i’ll take that as a no” she spoke as my hands found their was to her hips.

“cum before i tell you and i swear to god i’ll edge you until you start crying” she spoke firmly as she lined herself up with my dick.

“f-fuck” i groaned at the feeling of her pussy sucking up my sensitive tip.

i held her close to me while she continued to take me inch by inch, until her hips met mine.

when i bottomed out, we both let out moans of content.

she began to roll her hips into mine slowly, before bouncing on my cock.

i watched as her covered tits bounced in my face with every one of her harsh movements on top of me.

i squeezed her hips tightly, needing something to grab onto as she found her rhythm.

her tight pussy continued to squeeze me, each pull of her hips pushing me deeper and deeper into a euphoric state.

“g-god, feels so good” i groaned out, watching her eyes light up at the praise.

“yeah?” she asked, grabbing my jaw to pull my face closer to hers.

“fuck yes, you’re so good to me baby” i spoke against her lips.

she ground her hips down against mine as she pressed a fervent kiss to my lips, her fingers finding their way back to my hair.

when i pulled away, i left kisses on her neck, making my way down to her boobs.

“so beautiful” i whispered up to her.

“hmm, so sweet to me” she spoke, “but i’m still not letting you cum” she pushed my chest, making me fall back onto the bed.

she laid her hands on my chest, using it as leverage to increase her speed on top of me.

“you look so good on top of me like this” i groaned out.

i was barely holding it together, something about the way she took control made me lose my mind.

“i’m so close” i whined as the sounds of our skin slapping against each other’s filled the room.

“well that sucks for you then, huh ?” she asked as she brought her hand to my throat, lightly choking me.

my eyes rolled into the back of my head at the action, my fingers digging into her thighs.

“i- please, i need it, need it so bad” i struggled to form a logical sentence as she leaned back, placing her hands on my thighs.

“oh my g-god” i moaned, desperately trying to hold back my orgasm.

“wait until i tell you” she spoke, moving my head to look at her.

i glanced down to where our bodies met, getting lost in the way her glistening pussy engulfed my dick.

i could’ve came from the sight alone.

“please, please, please” i repeated the word like it was a chant, knowing i wouldn’t be able to hold off for much longer.

“i’m almost there, baby. so close, just hold on a little bit longer for me”

my head flew back when she clenched around me, eliciting a loud moan from me.

“fuck, let go for me chris. let it all out” she moaned as she continued to clench around me.

i sat up to close the distance between us, wrapping my arms around her waist to hold her close to me.

my legs began to shake, my abdominal muscles tightening as i was hit with a shockwave of pleasure.

my hips bucked up into her, making her moan while i shot my load into her weeping hole.

“fuck chris, right there ! right there” she cried out as i unintentionally thrusted into her, my cock buried as deep as it could go inside of her.

she let out one last moan as i felt her release all over me, my dick coated in her pleasure.

my body went limp underneath her, letting her take control as she worked us through our highs.

once we both calmed down, she lifted herself off of me slowly, before making her way to my bathroom.

when she returned, she held two towels in either hand; one wet and one dry.

she gently rubbed the wet towel against my skin, cleaning up the sticky substance that resided from our previous orgasms.

“are you ok my love? did i hurt you?” she asked me while she continued to clean me up.

she took the second towel, drying my wet skin while i answered, “no baby. i’m ok” i smiled lightly at her.

“good” she answered before finishing up, and doing the same for herself.

she discarded the towels in the hamper before coming back over to me.

“wanna take a shower?” she asked as her hands found their way to my waist, rubbing light circles into it.

“yeah” i spoke as i went to stand up, immediately halting my movements when it felt like my legs were going to give out.

“what’s wrong?” she asked, noticing the way i quickly sat back down.

“my legs are…” i trailed off, searching for a word that wouldn’t make the effect she had on me so obvious.

i didn’t need to feed her ego any more than i already had.

it was no use, though, as she picked up on what was happening.

“you can’t walk ?” she asked, a smug grin growing on her face.

“shut up” i spoke, shaking my head at her.

“awww, it’s ok baby, i’ll take care of you” she spoke, pressing a kiss to my forehead.

she went to help me up before pausing, “want me to pick you up?” she teased.

🦢🦢🦢🦢

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Sleepless Nights

Remus Lupin x f!reader

warnings: smut, idk if it’s protected p in v, fingering, making out, rough sex, so idk what it’s called but spoiler the other boys watch/ listen? yeahhhhh

summary: the cure to your sleepless night rests in your boyfriends bed…

word count: 1.8k

a/n: i love this teehee hope you enjoy.

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It was dark. Almost pitch black. Your arms were cold, you were just in a tank top and small pajama shorts, you rubbed your hands over them a few times before gently letting one fall to the doorknob. You shouldn’t have been there, you knew that. But sleep seemed impossible that night and the only cure you could think of was your boyfriend's warm embrace. He was surely asleep by then, but it wouldn’t hurt to surprise him. So, with your heart pounding in your chest you slowly twisted the doorknob.

The door creaked as you pushed it open. You held your breath with nervousness. You could barely see a thing. The temptation to light your wand up filled you, but you left your wand in your dorm and even if you had it, you couldn’t light it. There were four sleeping boys in the room after all.

You closed the door behind you swiftly before you began to take careful steps through the room, using your hands to guide you. His bed was the furthest from the door, unfortunately, but you could find it even in the dark. You were very familiar with it after all.

Once you reached his bed, you found his curtains were open. That wasn’t a surprise. The marauders were very close, you knew they didn’t keep many secrets from each other. Remus always told you how comfortable he felt with the boys. They were his family.

You felt around the bed to see where he was, and thankfully he was positioned more toward the other side of the mattress. You slipped into the bed and under the covers quickly. Remus shifted.

“What...?”

“It’s me, love,” you whispered. “Couldn’t sleep.”

He relaxed a bit and turned to face you. Through the darkness, you could barely see the outline of his face. But just knowing he was there looking at you made the tension in your head fade. You felt one of his hands suddenly on your waist, he used it to pull your body against his. You snuggled into him instantly.

“Bad dream?” He asked. His voice was deep, sleepy, and at that moment extremely attractive.

“No, I’m just... restless,” you answered. Your head was in his chest, you could smell his cologne and soap. It made your head spin. You were mad for him.

“Ah, well I hope I can help,” he mumbled and kissed your forehead before resting his chin on top of your head.

For some reason, it was all too much for you. The smell of him, the feeling of his arm draped over your waist, the sound of his quiet voice. Your restlessness began to fade into something different entirely. Desire. You opened your legs and moved one over his body, your thigh pressed tightly on his hip where it had been plenty of times before. You shifted again and then you felt it, his clothed cock on your clothed center. It made you hold your breath.

He wasn’t hard at first, but that quickly changed.

“Love, I thought you wanted to sleep,” he mumbled.

Suddenly you felt too hot. You moved back a bit and pulled your tank top off instantly, and your shorts right after. Though you still couldn’t clearly see his face, you knew Remus was staring at you with wide eyes. Or a smirk. Either way, he was watching. And it only made your desire grow.

“Touch me,” you breathed. “Please.”

You were desperate at that point. Your panties were soaked, your heart was racing with anticipation, and your mind was consumed by only one thought. You moved closer to Remus once again and shakily ran your fingers through his shaggy hair. You could feel his breathing pattern change.

Within a second his lips were on yours, moving fast and rough. Your stomach filled with the familiar butterflies you got when the two of you kissed and you could barely breathe. His fingertips trailed over your breasts, your stomach, and your hip, before finally settling on the back of your upper thigh, almost on your ass. He moved fast. One moment you were like that, then the next he was over you, his hand between your thighs.

You could’ve screamed from the relief his fingers gave your clit. But instead, you spoke shakily. “Close... close the curtains.”

“How about we leave them open?”

Your eyes widened and you covered your mouth with your hand as he thrust two of his fingers inside you without warning. It was too much pleasure; you could barely contain yourself.

“I need... silencing charm... Rem.”

Remus tisked and moved his head down to your shoulder. His hot breath against your skin drove you insane. “Let’s see how quiet you can be.”

He pressed a kiss to your neck, and you let out a whimper into your hand. Typically, you liked it when he got in that mood. He’d fuck you so hard you’d scream his name. But at that moment, in his open bed with three other boys sleeping not too many feet away, you weren’t sure. However, when he caught your lips in another heated kiss you decided relieving yourself of your restlessness was more important than decency. So, you didn’t dare stop.

His skilled fingers worked wonders on you, it was hard to keep quiet. Especially when he moved his lips down your jaw, your neck, your chest... When he took one of your nipples into his mouth you had to muffle your moans with your palm. You knew through the darkness the boys couldn’t see what was happening, at least not clearly. The noises, however, could be loud and clear. You tried your hardest to stifle them.

Remus kissed his way back up to your lips, leaving behind a few marks to prove his presence. As he thrust his fingers deep inside you, you bit down on his lip to stop yourself from moaning. You could feel your orgasm approaching and it was dangerous. You wrapped your arms around his neck and held him tightly, your panting was probably too loud as it was. You didn’t know if you could cum without screaming.

“Rem I- fuck- please silencing charm I can’t-” Your pleading whispers filled the air.

“Can’t what?”

You whimpered as he rubbed your clit with his thumb, his other fingers still deep in you. “Can’t stay quiet. It’s too good. Please.”

He only sped up his movements and licked a line up your neck to your ear. “You think this is hard? Just wait till I fuck you.”

That was it. That sent you over the edge. You did the only thing you could think of and sunk your teeth into his shoulder as your body shook from pleasure. You held him tight as your body convulsed with waves of euphoria. Remus didn’t stutter for a second, not even when your teeth broke his skin and blood spilled into your mouth. He took it like it was nothing.

When you were done, he moved to connect your lips for a few seconds, the taste of his blood surely in his mouth too.

“Fuck that was hot,” he whispered hungrily. He ripped off your panties completely and moved to relieve himself of his boxers. “Bite me more.”

“Are you sure?” You touched the mark on his shoulder, it was swollen. “Doesn’t it hurt?”

“I like it rough; can I be rough?” He asked.

You weren’t sure why he was asking. The two of you had rough sex before. But for some reason, you got the impression this would be different. He was like an animal in that moment, insatiable. It made your body tingle with excitement.

“Yeah,” you answered. “Please.”

His tip brushed against your thigh, and you realized how hard it was going to be to stay quiet. You could’ve told him no, but you really didn’t want to. It was difficult, but it was exciting. So, when he began to push himself inside you, you didn’t say a word. Instead, you pulled him in for a kiss to help keep quiet as he stretched you out.

One of his hands moved down your body again, finding its place on your ass. He gripped your skin hard, his nails dug into you. And as he started his almost painfully deep and quick thrusts, he pulled you closer. The sensation was unearthly. Each thrust hit your cervix, and you were on the brink of losing all sense of your noises.

You bit down on his other shoulder, your nails dug into his back. He was fucking you so hard. You wondered if he’d cast a silent spell to make sure the bed wouldn’t rock because, at the vigorous pace, he was going, you couldn’t believe the bed wasn’t making a single sound.

Tears filled your eyes, you couldn’t breathe, it was far too much for you to remain quiet. You released his skin from your teeth and let your head fall back on his pillow. With your eyes squeezed shut, you put a hand over your mouth.

“S-Silencing charm Rem,” you breathed. Even those few words felt too loud, you couldn’t help yourself. “Please.”

He pushed himself in so far you whimpered, it hurt so good. “Yeah, yeah alright.” His breathing was far from even, and his words were unstable. He needed it too.

Silently, he closed the curtains and cast the spell. You released your breath you didn’t even know you were holding and moaned. Remus didn’t hesitate to switch things up given the new freedom of noise. He moved back on his knees and flipped you over. You gasped, but as he pulled your ass into the air you inhaled a deep breath knowing what was to come.

He fucked you so hard you cried. Your tears stained his pillows, your voice of approval and encouragement were loud. He fucked you through two more orgasms before finally letting himself get off. You loved the moans he let out as he came, and you were grateful he’d cast a silencing charm because you needed to hear him.

In the aftermath, you lay with your head on his chest. He brushed his fingers through your hair lazily, and despite how sweaty the two of you were you didn’t care to clean up. It was perfect as it was.

“Sorry if I was too much I... I don’t know,” he said after some time.

“Don’t apologize, I loved it. But I am going to be sore for probably two days so don’t try to do this again till then,” you replied with a laugh.

“You would’ve told me, right? If it was too much.” He sounded concerned, worried.

You looked up at him despite the darkness and touched a hand to his cheek. “Rem, you didn’t hurt me. Well, you did. But I wanted it. Don’t feel bad. If it was too much, I would’ve told you I promise.”

“You were crying.” He pointed out.

“Yeah, because it was so good. I love you so much, Rem. I’ve cried before during sex, remember on Valentine's Day last year?”

“Well yeah but that was different I wasn’t so... you know.”

“True, but either way I love you. And I want to do this again.” You assured him with a short kiss. “Now we should probably sleep.”

“I love you too and yeah, we probably should.”

But as the two of you fell asleep you didn’t realize there were 3 pairs of open eyes and hard cocks in the room.

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saber tooth | f. odair

description. just two days out from the Games, your mentor and best friend, finnick odair, comes to your room late at night in a mutual fit of insomnia to fulfill your (potentially) dying wish 

includes. SMUT 16+, fem!reader, oral f!receiving, fingering, loss of virginity sans p in v, canon-complicit angst, mentions of finnick’s trafficking, best friends to lovers, reader’s a tribute, finnick’s her mentor, extremely brief misunderstandings, soft dom finnick, pleasure dom finnick, brief mention of drug use (one line), finnick and annie were never together but he mentored her, he rlly cares abt r :((, giggly sex (sometimes), throw away line abt lack of body hair but i rlly like body hair

a/n: whaddup whaddup! this started as a blurb but it um ,,, clearly expanded. there’s no p in v simply bc im so tired rn however i would like to continue this in the future if my mind would allow it :) also the title has nothing to do with the fic i was just listening to easily by chuck inglish

word count: 4k+ 

part 2

A week of anticipation, festivities, and celebration for the Capitol, was a week of anxiety, tears muffled into pillows, and wishing to be somewhere else for you. 

The week leading up to the 72nd Hunger Games. 

The Reaping, Opening Ceremony, and the three days of training that followed were mostly a blur. Your body picked up on the techniques you would need to survive, and with the help of Finnick, you’d managed to commit them to memory. You remembered the way you’d been trained to sit and talk and the jokes you should slip into conversation with Caesar tomorrow night. 

All of their training was working, and Finnick had told you that you had a high chance of making it out of that area. A high chance. Nothing was guaranteed at this point in your life. Which is why you needed to do a few final things. 

The door to your bedroom slides open. You lift your head from the pillow and squint. There’s a little light coming from the hallway, and it backlit the figure. But even without it, you would know who was coming to see you. The only person who’d been coming to see you since the arrival at the Tribute Center. 

“Hey, Finn,” you mumble, resting your head back against the pillow that’s always cool. 

Finnick takes a few steps into your room, stopping to flick a switch that only turns on the lamps beside your bed, and the two ambient ones in the corners. 

“Hey, sweetheart,” his voice is raspy, as if he’s tired, but not to the point of already greeting sleep. It’s a little later than it should be, you were recommended to have gone to sleep two hours ago but you couldn’t. There was too much going on in your head, too many unsaid words and undone actions. You couldn’t sleep with your consciousness this awake. 

Finnick voices the matter. “You can’t sleep, can you?” 

You shake your head, deciding to sit up a little, your bare lower half still secure underneath the thick comforter. Your room was always cold, and the silk sheets mirrored the temperature. Physically, you were the most comfortable you’d ever been, wearing the softest cotton undergarments, and a silk button up nightshirt, your toes warm beneath fuzzy socks. But the weight on your mind was the complete opposite. 

With the way Finnick looks at your face, he can tell just how exhausted you are. 

“Want something to help with that?” He asks as he sits at the edge of the bed, close but entirely too far from you. “A drink? Pills? The Capitol has it all, you know.” The way he says it is the opposite of marveling, the words laced with annoyance and frustration. His tone prompts a small smile from you. 

“‘M okay. I trust my body to do what it’s supposed to.” Finnick’s head is turned down, but you see the way the corner of his lip curls up. 

He lifts his head to fully smile at you, one of sympathy and pity and sadness. His hand reaches out and his palm rests over the outline of your shin. Far too many layers are between the bare skin on both of you, but you don’t say so. You just give Finnick an equally sad smile, expressing your dismay for your situation, and you begin to pick at your nails in your lap. 

“What’re you doing in here? Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Finnick shakes his head. “No such luck for me either.” He shrugs as if he’s used to it and you remember that he’s been in this position too. Just a few years ago, a young boy, your best friend, was sitting in this bed, with similar thoughts weighing on his mind. And now his best friend was in that position. 

You push the sheets back, exposing the beginnings of the skin on your thigh, and you pat the space beside you. “C’mon,” you encourage, not ceasing your patting until Finnick scoffs and slides his slippers off, crawling up to slip under the covers with you. 

The bed is larger than you’d ever seen, something your escort called a ‘bed fit for a king’, but Finnick chooses to sit right beside you, the heat of his body warming yours. 

“We could watch something. What plays on the television in the Capitol?” Finnick’s sitting so close to you that you can feel him shrug. Whenever you reach over to the bedside table, pulling the drawer open to grab the remote, you come back to sit even closer to him, where your arms are pressed flush against each other. 

“Mostly shows about the lives of celebrities here.” 

You gasp, turning to face him. “Is that rumor about you appearing on some reality show true?” Finnick’s ears redden and that’s enough confirmation that you need. Your head throws back with a hearty laugh, and you click on the TV with hopes of finding an episode. 

Finnick sits quietly beside you as you click through the channels, reading the titles and watching maybe a second or two of content before you decide to try the next thing. When you’ve gone through most channels, you land on the one that will play the Games. 

He says your name, as a warning perhaps, but you click it anyway, seeing that they’re talking about you. 

“Now the odds of this one making it out are pretty high. She’s pretty, smart, and trained by the Finnick Odair,” a clip of you and Finnick appears, one that must’ve been taken backstage during the Opening Ceremony. He’s standing close to you, crouched down just enough to meet your eye level. You’re obviously nervous, and he’s obviously attempting to soothe those nerves, cracking jokes with a hand held to your heart, both of yours over it.  “The Capitol’s Prince.” The announcer pronounces those words clearly, enunciated, making sure every late night viewer understands Finnick’s alternate title. 

Clips of Finnick throughout the years show and you grow silent, watching how he commands a room better than you ever could. 

“If she were to make it out, I’m sure she could become the Capitol’s Princess, right?” The announcer smiles just as the remote is snatched from your hands and the TV is clicked off, ridding the bedroom of the colorful hues and leaving you and Finnick with the yellow light from your lamps. 

“Why did you–?” Finnick’s interrupting. He’s thrown the remote to the side of him and he’s turned to face you. 

“I want you to make it out of the Games, I really do.” You nod, watching the way his chest rises and falls with breaths that fill the hesitant silence. “But, I don’t want what happened to me to happen to you.” 

“What do you mean? You don’t want me to be loved and adored by the Capitol?” You say it a tad bit sarcastically, but your tone dulls down when you notice how serious his face is. 

He shakes his head. “No, I really don't.” You scoff, beginning to get upset over the idea that a night that was turning peaceful, began to turn on its head. “Because everything comes with a price here,” he says your name, making sure you’re listening. “The ‘love’ the Capitol has for me is ingenuine, they love me like I’m an object. Not a person with thoughts and feelings.” 

“Finnick, I don’t think I understand.” But you do, you really do. 

He tells you as much, that same sad smile from earlier on his lips. 

Before you can speak, he does. “Look, I came in here to ask you what you want.” 

Your eyebrows furrow. 

“Before the Tributes I mentor get sent off, I like to fulfill their wish. In case they don’t…”

“In case they don’t make it back.” He nods. “So a dying wish?” Another nod. 

“So, what d’you want?” 

You know what you want. You’ve wanted it since you were a teenager, watching Finnick, the most loved victor, leave for the Capitol and come back weeks later. Since you watched him train Annie Cresta and everyone, including yourself, believed there to have been something between them. Since he walked into your room just 20 minutes ago. 

“What I want, I don’t think I can ask you for.” You speak low, your voice a whisper. Your head rests on the headboard behind you, turned to face Finnicks. 

He shakes his head gently. “I have connections. I can guarantee almost anything.” 

“No, Finn.” You don’t think you can ask him for this. Especially with what he’s essentially just told you. It would be selfish, it would be insincere, it would ruin the friendship you have between you two. 

“I can’t.” 

His head’s already facing yours, and he brings one of his hands up to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing the skin. 

“Yes, you can.” 

“No, Finn, I can’t.” Your eyes sting, as does your nose, and you know there’s no use in pretending the tears aren’t there. He’s seen them, he’s acknowledged them by swiping his thumb under your eye, catching the first drop. 

“I would do anything for you. Just say the word.” 

You search his eyes, his face, the tip of his ears, his Adam’s Apple. You’re looking for his tell. But it’s not there. It’s just Finnick. Your Finnick. And he wants the best for you. 

You’re the most vulnerable you’ve ever been at this moment; sitting in a bed in the Tribute Center, just two days out from the Hunger Games, a period of uncertainty that is life or death; your best friend, and unrequited crush, as your mentor, having to hold your pieces together at least until the end of this. 

There’s no point in hiding anything. You know you need to lay it all out. So you do. 

“Even take my virginity?” 

The air is still. Stiff. He doesn’t say anything. He doesn’t breathe. His thumb halts. He doesn’t blink. 

You sit there, watching him, holding in the sob that threatens to wrack across your body. 

“Forget it. I’m sor–” 

“Yes.” 

“What?” 

“Yes.” 

There’s a moment where you don’t act. A moment where disbelief trickles down your body like the tears from your eyes do on your face. 

“Finn…” 

“I would do anything for you. I have wanted you since we were young, but I thought…” 

“Doesn’t matter what you thought then. Not anymore. We go from here now.” 

And there is the nagging possibility that all of this could be because of your potential fate. Maybe he’s humoring you, or letting you in on that final step of human intimacy before your life ends. You prefer not to think about it. Especially whenever Finnick’s moving closer to you and you can feel his breath on your lips. 

Your lips are almost touching, the tanned skin of his face is right in front of you, the same goes for the pink of his lips. He’s almost there, then he says, “Are you sure?” 

“‘M sure.” And Finnick is kissing you. Finnick Odair is finally kissing you. 

He kisses you softly, sweetly, with precision and a gentle nature. As if he’s afraid that he’ll do something wrong and hurt you. 

You kiss him back in a similar fashion, just with added timidness that Finnick doesn’t possess. 

Your hands raise slowly, in choppy motions that are both due to your uncertainty, and the distraction of finally having the man of your dreams kiss you like you’re made of porcelain. But you manage to get your hands to Finnicks torso, palms pressed flat against his thin shirt so that you can feel the abs along his torso. 

You’ve felt them before, in time of play fighting, or whenever he would have you replicate his breathing or form. But touching along his torso in this circumstance is different. Now, your touch ignites a fire within you. It makes Finnick grip the back of your neck and pull you closer with one hand, the other sliding the covers away and hooking his hand at the back of your thigh, pulling your left leg over your right. 

Your hands slide down to the hem of his shirt, slowly starting to slide it up until he gets the hint and pulls away just enough for you to slide the shirt between you two, up and over his head. Then he’s back on you. 

When you sigh blissfully into his mouth, he starts to kiss you like he’s desperate to have you close. Like he wants to engulf your entire being until you’re intertwined. 

The best you can do is physically move closer to him, letting the hand on the back of your thigh guide you to straddling his lap. 

It’s then that Finnick pulls away from you. Your hands trail up to cup his cheeks, moving back to play with the golden blonde locks that seemed to never be out of place. 

He stares up at you, sea-green eyes pulling you even further into a state of enchantment. Whenever he tilts his head, eyes stuck on you, and kisses into your palm, you melt. His hand lifts to gently circle around your wrist, nimble fingers rubbing little circles into the skin. 

After a few moments of comfortable silence, Finnick speaks. “I need you to remember that even if I’m doing the work, you set the pace. You tell me what you like and don’t like. You tell me when to go and when to stop. Okay?” 

“Okay.” 

And then you’re back at it. His hands circle around to your lower back, pushing into the curvature to bring your chest closer to him. He uses the position to his advantage, dipping his head to kiss at the exposed bits of your skin; your neck, collarbone, the starts of your cleavage. He quickly becomes frustrated with the lack of skin, and you bite back a smile as you gently nudge his head back and begin to undo the buttons. 

He watches you in a trance-like state with a look that seems akin to awe. You can’t help but tease him just a bit, shifting in your position atop his crotch and slowing your work on the buttons. 

Finnick groans and his hands leave your lower back to push your own hands away, deciding to undo your buttons himself, grumbling something under his breath about you being a tease. 

When you giggle above him, Finnick has you pushed onto your back in what seems like the blink of an eye. Really, it did happen quick, but your eyes were already closed from giggling so hard, so reopening them to Finnick above you, your shirt opened and your barely confined tits in Finnick’s eyeline, is disorienting. 

“Jesus, look at you,” Finnick mumbles. And he is. His eyes are hungirly skirting over your figure, taking it all in. From your eyes, to the bra that you wear, all the way to the cotton panties that hug your hips. 

His gaze stops at your lower half for a while, watching your stomach rise and fall with your breaths and the way there’s definitely a little wet patch on your panties. 

“What am I gonna do with you?” He mumbles under his breath. The question is rhetorical, and meant only for him. But, in a fit of nerves, you answer anyway, needing to do something other than lay there. 

“I don’t know, Finn, there’s a lot that you can do. You can go down on me, give me your fingers, your cock.” 

His eyes lift to yours, shock evident within them. “Did you just say the word ‘cock’?” He laughs between the words, that perfectly pearly white smile greeting you. 

“Yeah,” you say, laughing through the syllables too. 

Finnick shakes his head with that smile still present. 

He swears under his breath but then his fingers are playing with the hem of your panties and you’re back under, focused on what he could possibly plan to do next. He hums, eyes on you, eyebrows raised. 

It takes you a second to realize what his intentions were, but you do soon enough. “Keep going. Please.” 

The tips of his fingers reach below the band of your panties. He begins to pull them down, just until your hip bones and the start of your mound becomes visible. At first, you disgraced the Capitols groomers' work of ridding your entire body of hair, but you can’t help but feel a little grateful that they did. You knew that Finnick wouldn’t care either way. 

You lift your hips, letting Finnick pull your panties over the curve of your ass. When they sit at the halfway point of your thighs, he lowers his head and presses his lips to the area right above the waistband. And he continues to do so, sliding your underwear down and kissing through the journey. 

The last kiss he gives you is on the arch of your foot, right before he guides the garment over the remaining part of your body, throwing them off to the side of the bed. 

Finnick sits back on his heels then, just looking at you, looking at your legs which are just almost crossed at the knee, your ankles together and one knee raised slightly above the other. You’re shielding the most vulnerable part of you, hiding it almost. But when his green eyes meet your center, briefly meeting your eyes, you slowly part your legs, allowing him to see you in all of your glory. 

Finnick sucks in a sharp breath of air, his chest rising with it. He doesn’t let it out until your legs are completely opened and bent at the knee, inviting him in. You sit halfway up on your elbows, watching him, waiting for him. 

It’s not long until he makes a move, just a few tense moments and then Finnick’s kicked into action. 

His calloused hands on your knees, sliding around to the back of your thighs as he lays on his stomach, directly facing your cunt. 

When he speaks, you can feel his breath on you. “I wanna taste you, sweetheart. Just for a bit. Is that alright?” 

His eyes are visible over your mound, but they’re not focused on you just this once. They’re focused on your cunt, scanning it, taking it all in almost as if he’s committing this moment to his very strong memory. 

You’re a little starstruck, reckoning with the notion that Finnick wants to give you head. Therefore, you sit there in stunned silence, attempting to find the words to deliver your over enthusiastic agreement. But Finnick takes your silence negatively. 

“You don’t have to say yes if you don’t want to, honey. Just wanna make you feel good. That’s what I’m here for.” And there are those eyes again. They’re pleading, but also making you feel comfortable, reminding you that you’re in charge. 

You smile gently, nodding. “Yes.” 

And the first lick has your head spinning. His tongue is warm, and wet, and he licks a long stripe from your leaking entrance to your clit. It’s slow, and methodical. He licks your juices up, but they’re coming back tenfold by the time he’s pressed a kiss to your clit. 

A surprised moan pushes up your throat. The feeling has your hips pushing into his face on their own accord, your elbows slipping out from under you and your head throwing back onto the mattress. 

Finnick disconnects from you for just a second to let out a pleased groan, but the absence is too much for you already. You’re wiggling your hips, searching for him. 

Finnick laughs and the sound has heat rising through you. “‘M still here. Not leaving this pussy anytime soon.” 

He lives up to his promise immediately. His mouth’s back on you, licking and sucking on your most sensitive parts. 

It’s now that you remember how experienced Finnick is. How knowledgeable he is about the general spots of someone’s body. And he’s able to apply that knowledge to your body, with the help of your zealous responses. 

You’re moaning, your back arching, your hands gripping the sheets. Your knees bend more, your legs spread more, it’s all more and more and more. You want more from Finnick. You need more. 

You’re communicating that fact when you finally have enough courage to fist a hand into Finnick’s hair, and it’s like he’s rewarding you when he slyly begins to probe a finger at your tight entrance. 

You’re clenched, far from relaxed, but with a deep breath, you’re loose enough for him to slide in to the first knuckle, then the second, then all the way, his single digit comfortable within your walls. 

Finnick fucks you with his finger, aiding the penetration with his pretty pink lips around your pink nub. He sucks, the pressure making your head spin, your consciousness in the clouds to the point where you don’t notice another of Finnick’s deft fingers teasing your entrance. 

“Another?” he asks, voice barely able to be heard due to his proximity to your cunt. 

“Uh-huh,” is all the affirmation you can give. 

It’s a little tight and uncomfortable at first, but once his digits are evened out and curling in you, and his tongue is lapping up your juices like it’s water, you’re riding so high in a blissed out state that discomfort is the last thing on your mind. 

Your approaching orgasm becomes known to you quicker than you can anticipate. It’s like all of a sudden there’s tension in your lower abdomen, begging for your attention, begging to be released. 

“Finnick, Finn,” he hums, not stopping any of his ministrations. “‘M so close. Almost there.” 

You hadn’t thought it to be possible but Finnick gives you more. His fingers fuck you faster and harder, his cheeks hollow as he alternates between sucking along your nerves and stroking his tongue is the areas that you’re most sensitive. 

It feels so fucking good, a pleasure you’d never experienced in your life. You couldn’t imagine being in this position with anyone other than your best friend, someone you trusted with your entire being. It’s as if he knows your body better than you do, because sooner than you would’ve liked, your back is arching and your legs are lifting off the bed and your nails are digging into Finnick’s scalp, all signs that your orgasm is right there and you cum with a loud cry that melts into breathy moans. 

Finnick pulls his fingers out of your cunt but his mouth stays on you, placing gentle kisses and kitten licks along the slicked area. When your legs have lowered and your breath has evened out, he pulls his head away from you, a wince leaving his lips. 

“Darling,” he starts, receiving an affirmative hum in response. “You’re pulling my hair out.” 

“Oh, shit, sorry.” Your hand lets go of his hair, your body burning with embarrassment. But Finnick’s bright laugh and content smile soothes you. 

“‘S okay,” he mumbles as he leans up and presses a kiss to your forehead, then your nose, then your lips. Your lips mold to his like they were created for each other, and the kiss is slow, methodical, loving. 

You whine when he pulls away, but his hands have already hooked under your thighs and he’s pulling you with him as he starts to sit back. 

You end up in the position you started in, sitting on Finnick’s lap, your hands on his shoulders. 

Under you, you can feel his bulge confined in his pants. You shift a little over it, your throat beating with your heart rate due to the anticipation. 

Finnick’s eyes close softly and his head throws back. Your hand rises to push back the bangs of his hair which lay on his forehead, in favor of resting your skin against his. 

“Sweetheart,” he groans. “We …. We can’t.” 

Your heart drops. 

“Huh?” 

“I wanna feel you, sweetheart, I swear.” His eyes open to stare at yours and you notice the sincerity in them. It doesn’t do much to lift your spirits, though. “But we can’t. Not yet.” 

Your eyebrows furrow, waiting for further explanation. It comes from him quickly. 

“I need you in your right mind in the Games. You need to be focused, and only thinking about survival. Nothing else.” 

“You’re so full of yourself.” 

He chuckles. “Maybe. But we have to play it safe.” A beat. “You trust me, right?” 

And you do. Wholeheartedly. 

[scarnatlover]

Could you write a Natasha x reader fic where reader gets back from a mission and is really sore so Nat gives reader a massage and reader lets out a little moan then things get heated?

(If not it’s fine)

(Also do you write G!P? If you do can this be a g!p story?)

A little bird told me...

Pairing: Natasha Romanoff x G!P Reader (romantic)

Warnings: 18+ MINORS DO NOT INTERACT. sexual themes, smut, Reader has a cock, sensual massage, mommy kink, mention of punishment, light choking, cowgirl, missionary, lingerie, nipple piercing, handjob, blowjob but not really, alcoholic parent (mention), murder/death (mention) blood (mention), talking about trauma.

A/N: I'm sorry if anything is spelled incorrectly, but English is not my first language. I apologize in advance for my grammar and spelling. If you have any request, I will try and write them.

It was late when the Quinjet finally landed. The mission had gone very well. You, Clint, and Sam had retrieved the information Fury had requested, but not without struggles. You had promised Nat that you would return to her without a scratch, when in reality you were not entirely without injuries. A few cuts here and there, but still nothing to worry about; at least in your opinion.

Nat was waiting for you at the bottom of the ramp, arms crossed and a big smile plastered on her face. You slowly approached her, then put your bag on the ground to hug her, resting your head on her shoulder as one of her hands scratched the back of your neck and the other caressed your back.

"So? How did it go?" she asked, kissing your head before cupping your face in her hands and giving you a kiss that probably lasted longer than it should have. "Any injuries I should know about?" You just shook your head, not wanting to admit that you were actually hurt. But Nat could see right through your lies. "Hey, hey, what did we say about lying? We don't lie to each other, and I know for a fact that this cut wasn't there when we saw each other this morning," she said, referring to the cut on your eyebrow. She then slid her hand from your face to your hand, taking it in hers, and walked with you to your room.

Once inside, she helped you take off your shirt, tended to your wounds, scolded you for not being careful enough, and then left you in the bathroom alone to shower.

"Babe?" you heard her call from the other side of the door as you washed your hair. "Do you want me to give you a massage? I know how relaxing they are, especially after a mission," she continued. You said yes of course, without even hesitating. You've always loved the feeling of her hands on you, even before you started dating. From the way she'd comfort you by placing a hand on your back when a mission wasn't going well, to the way she'd accidentally caress your cock when you were sitting next to each other.

Once out of the shower, you dried yourself, body and hair, then wrapped a towel around yourself and left the bathroom, only to see the lights in the room off, except for your table lamp, which was the only source of light in the room, and Nat sitting on the bed dressed only in her underwear and at that sight you felt your cock harden.

You went to your underwear drawer so you could cover yourself, but Nat stopped you before you could. Turning to look her in the eyes, you noticed that she had already pulled out some boxers for you. Her favorites, to be precise. That black pair of Calvin Kleins she bought you a few months ago. The same pair that you know she completely loses her mind over.

"Put them on and then lie on your stomach. I can see how tense your back is," she said, occasionally biting her lower lip, her gaze never leaving your body, focusing mainly on your eyes, your abs, and the outline of your cock, which was slowly getting harder.

Without hesitation, you did what she said, putting on your underwear and then lying on your stomach. You heard her get out of bed and go to the bathroom, then return and set down a bottle of massage oil. 

"It's your favorite. Now, relax and let me do all the work." 

Her hands hovered over your skin, just close enough that you could feel the heat radiating from her palms. She started at your shoulders, her touch gentle, teasing. She pressed her thumbs into the tense muscles at the base of your neck, working slowly in firm, circular motions. You sighed softly, your body melting beneath her touch With each stroke, you could feel yourself getting harder, she let her hands glide lower, tracing the curve of your spine. Her fingers spread, following the natural lines of your body, applying just enough pressure to unravel the knots of tension wound tight beneath your skin. You arched subtly, groaning, responding instinctively to the pleasure coursing through you as her hands worked magic, easing away the day's stresses.

She paused, dipping her hands back into the bowl of warm oil, letting it drip languidly over your back. It cascaded in slow, lazy streams, pooling at the base of your spine. She spreads it evenly with her palms, kneading your flesh with a mix of tenderness and control, the friction building a steady, delicious heat. As her hands ventured lower, her thumbs pressed into the small of your back, eliciting a soft gasp and a light hump against the pillow under you. She moved deliberately, savoring every inch of you, reading the subtle shifts of your body like a map. She could feel you breathing slow, your muscles loosening under her touch. Each stroke was an invitation, a promise, lingering just at the edge of something deeper.

Her touch grew bolder, exploring the curve of your body, tracing patterns that left your breath hitting. You turned your head to the side, your eyes fluttering closed in pleasure, surrendering completely to the rhythm of her hands. She leaned in, her breath warm against your ear as her fingers danced along your skin, every touch deliberate, every movement a silent conversation. And just then, from the immense pleasure you were feeling and from the contact between her pussy and your hips, making you feel how excited she was too, you let out a moan.

“Did you just-? God, turn over, on your back. Now,” and you did just that. She got off the bed, standing in front of you with her arms crossed and a smug smirk on her face, giving you the chance to turn around. Once on your back, she could clearly see your erection and the stain of pre-cum. “Oh baby, look at it. You got all turned on, just because Mommy was giving you a massage, hm.”

She slowly moved closer to you, swaying her hips, and sat on your lap, making you moan as her soaked panties touched your erection. She started grinding back and forth, moaning, while you could only whimper, throwing your head back. She gripped your jaw, looking into your eyes.

“A little birdie told me,” she began, her hips never stopping to move, “that today isn’t the first time you’ve lied to me this week,” she continued, increasing her speed. She moved her hand from your jaw to wrap around your neck, choking you and making your eyes roll to the back of your head. “You know how much Mommy hates lies. Normally this would mean you'd be getting punished, but not tonight. But I'll take my time with you,” she concluded, kissing you hard.

At this point, you couldn't even think clearly. Her hand on your throat, applying gentle pressure, her violent kisses, her hips that kept rocking above you didn't allow it. For this, you just nodded without even really understanding her statement. And suddenly, everything stopped. She got up, leaving you alone on the bed, and stood in front of you. You sat on the bed and wrapped your arms around her waist, resting your chin on her sternum.

“I missed you so much, bunny,” she whispered, kissing your forehead and running her hand through your hair repeatedly. She definitely missed you judging by the lack of underwear in the drawer, snack wrappers in the bin, and sweatshirts thrown around the room.

You smiled sweetly at her and she immediately smiled back and kissed you softly. She sat down on you, but not before pulling down your underwear, presenting your hard cock, and taking off her panties in turn, which you only now realized were your favorite and that they matched the bra she was wearing, the pink color almost the same as her pale skin given the dim light in the room.

She grabbed your cock, raised herself slightly, and slowly slid your cock inside her. She sat on you, still, enjoying the pleasurable sensation of being full. She took your hands that were on her hips and slowly placed them on her breasts. “I have a surprise for you,” she said, moving her hands behind her back and quickly unhooking her bra. She threw it somewhere in the room, but you didn’t notice because what you were focused on were the jewels attached to her nipples. “Do you like them, bunny? You know, they’re much more sensitive now,” she commented, bringing your hands to her globes again. You started to gently massage her boobs, her mouth making the shape of an O. But when you finally teased and pinched her nipples, she couldn’t help but moan loudly.

She finally started to move back and forth on you. You started thrusting, to help her reach climax before you. Usually in these moments she's the one trying to make you come first, but tonight you decided to let her take precedence. Moving a hand from one of her breasts to use as support, you quickly changed positions, with you now on top of her.

You increased your thrusts, moving your other hand to her clit and making tight circles on it, occasionally applying a little pressure. She cried out in pleasure, her movements slowly stopping just like your thrusts, but continuing long enough to allow her to prolong her orgasm as much as possible. She only stopped completely when she started to feel overstimulated.

She let you slide out of her, but still remained sitting on your lap. “You didn’t come?” she asked, but it was less of a question and more of a statement. You shook your head and she sighed, a little disappointed that you didn’t finish inside her. She stood up and slowly walked over to your nightstand, where you kept the various bottles of lube. She grabbed one and walked back to you. She fell to her knees in front of you and squirted some onto her hand. You watched her every action, every move with apprehension.

She finally closed her hand around your length, making you throw your head back in pleasure. Natasha started moving her hand up and down your shaft, slowly at first to get you fully hard, then gradually faster. “Mommy is making you feel good, mhm?” to which you quickly nodded, letting out moans and groans. “Are you close? Do you want to come for Mommy? Want to be a good little bunny for me?” she asked in vain, because she already knew the answer.

“Please Mommy” you started thrusting too, trying to find the right speed to make you come faster.

She squeezed her hand a little tighter while with the other she gently massaged your balls. Seeing you so close to her peak, she engulfed the tip of your cock, tracing the outside with her tongue, and she started sucking. Feeling the sensation of her lips and her tongue on your sensitive tip finally made you cum in her mouth.

She swallowed it all, but when she looked at your face instead of a happy look, she saw only tears. She took action immediately. She laid you down on the bed and ran to the bathroom and started filling the bathtub. Once she was done she came back to the room, this time seeing you face down. She sat down next to you and placed her hand on your back, offering you silent comfort. She gently took your face in her hands, making your eyes meet.

“I have a hot bath ready. Do you want to come with me?” she whispered, giving you a big smile.

You followed her without hesitation, wanting only to be with her in that moment. She went in first, making sure your back was against her chest, and left soft kisses wherever she could reach. Despite her attempt at silent comfort, your tears wouldn’t stop falling. “Do you want to talk about it?” Nat asked, noticing the river of tears.

“I saw something while I was on a mission” you whispered, your voice cracking with almost every word. Nat continued to kiss you, waiting for you to tell her what set you off. “It was like I was in that house and I was reliving that night all over again.” Nat stopped suddenly.

During your relationship, surprisingly, you were the one who had the hardest time opening up. You grew up in a toxic environment and she knew it. “Nothing compared to what you went through,” you told her every time. But Natasha always responded, comforting and reassuring you, saying that her traumas were just as important as yours and that they shouldn’t be compared. Of course, you told her, briefly and without much detail, what you went through.

How you grew up in a toxic environment. Your father was a workaholic, who would get irritable whenever he wasn’t at work or if he didn’t have full control over things. Your mother was an alcoholic, who could only go a short time without drinking alcohol. They never hit you or hurt you physically, but the scars remained. You saw things a child should never see.

One night things got particularly bad. You had just come home from spending the day at a friend’s house. As you entered the house, you noticed that the lights were off, except for the kitchen ones. You walked towards the light, thinking that one of your parents had accidentally left it on before going to bed, but instead, when you entered, all you saw was your father’s inert body on the floor, a pool of blood all around him, and your mother was nowhere to be seen. After that, your memories are all hazy, as if your mind had shut down. You only remember Nick Fury sitting in front of you while you're at the police station.

Natasha placed her hands on your shoulders, massaging them and tightening her grip, as if to reassure her. "I know it was hard. But you're strong. Stronger than you think." You opened your eyes and looked at Natasha, a look of gratitude in your eyes. "Thank you, Nat. I don't know what I'd do without you."

Natasha smiled at you, stroking a lock of your damp hair. "We're a team, remember? Always and no matter what." The two of you were silent for a moment, listening only to the sound of the running water.

You rested your head on Natasha's shoulder, feeling protected and safe. Tears slid down your face, but this time they weren't tears of pain, but of relief. Natasha gently wiped your cheeks with her thumb. "It's okay, my love. I'm here."

[hothammies]

concept designs for the zombie apocalypse au i'm working on - pt. 1 (small au details under the cut regarding their designs)

--- mike's design

always wears his bomber jacket (normally decorated with pins) - was given to him by nancy when he was ten and he grew into it

signature weapon is a machete - likes its versatility + has terrible aim with guns: the only one he can kind of use is a shotgun, but he rarely uses it because the kickback fucks with his shoulder

will's design

always wears a long sleeve around his waist "just in case" (normally his military jacket or a flannel)

watch was given to him by jonathan when he was ten

signature weapon is a hunting rifle - is the second best with guns after lucas + follows the st canon of him using a rifle in s1e1

el's design

wardrobe always consists of one thing from a different party member (ex. gray hoodie is actually mike's, next day she wears a lucas jacket or a will flannel, etc.) it makes her feel safe :'D

doesn't have a signature weapon + is very versatile - just tends to use whatever's on hand at times or the environment around her

---

other notes: i fucking love apocalypse shit :P i'm still working on the whole outline of course, but if you're wondering, the infection i'm imagining would be a mix between days gone + l4d + a smidgen of tlou while the world is similar to tlou and a little of twd. i'll include some upside down stuff with the infection to make it feel like st :D i'm currently planning where i want this universe to go, with backstories and relationship dynamics between the entire party - byler will be the main romantic relationship, but i'll also dedicate some time to lumax too. however, the biggest theme surrounding this au is found family for me, so while romance will still be important, i want to put a lot of focus on the entire group's dynamic as a whole!

[iwendix]

SUGAR COATED

request: "hi! i'd like to see some kind of possessive and jealous harin x reader when harin saw reader got close to someone or when reader just want to make harin jealous by flirting with someone (like suji) to make harin gets jealous on purpose so theres a smut scene after that .g!p harin if its okay! pls consider my request if u have time. have a gday!!" | me: thank you, I hope you have a good day too!!🩷 btw, I wrote g!p for the first time and it was fun|

𝘄𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: not proofreaded(probably misspellings, etc), smut with a little bit of a plot. g!p harin, jealous!harin, kisses, hickeys(marking), breasts play, possessive!harin, fingering, blowjob, dom!harin x sub!user, unprotected sex(don't do this in real life), rough sex, harin being harsh and rough but adoring, degrading/praising(harin teasing reader with vulgar and dirty words, but then speaks to her gently and lovingly).

𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀: you always understood why harin was so obsessed with the game and you knew that the game was very important for her, so you were never against it, and always supported her when she had any difficulties. you were infinitely understanding, but not infinitely patient, so your patience began to wear out when harin began to devote much more time to the game than to you. what's the best way to get attention from your jealous girlfriend? exactly, make her jealous.

game, game, game... everything always about game. It’s not that you’re incredibly needy or ask for too much attention, not at all, but you haven’t been getting even that lately. you snuggle to her, your hands carefully pushing under her shirt, you gently outline her ribs with your fingers and press your lips to her neck, whispering.

"harin... i missed you today..." you softly whisper in her ear, trying to get her attention at least s little. but she just hummed in response and nodded. she doesn't even try to pretend to listen to you, huh?

"yeah, yeah... i missed you too." harin said without taking her eyes off the screen of her phone on which the pyramid game app was open. you frowned a little and decided to go for more reaction from her.

"I'm going to go out with my friend tonigh." you said and fell silent, expecting a million questions about with whom, where and for how long.

"go out?... mhm, delightful we can go out tomorrow if you want..." the audacity!... she's not listening at all? she just listens to some few words from all the sentences and tries to answer so that you won't sulk at her.

"I'm saying I'm going out with friend" you say a bit louder, making accent on "with friends".

"oh. uh, okay? with doah, right?" now she sounds a little more interested but still not enough to your liking. you sighed in annoyance and pulled away, saying something like "forget it" and laying on the bed facing the wall. you like being in harin's house because you can spend more time together but harin just acting like this... with the growing feeling of disappointment you fall asleep, thinking about how tomorrow in school you'll take more serious and provocative measures.

the next day at lunch you sat down at suji's table, starting a casual conversation. you take a bite of the rice cake and a brilliant idea came to your mind. you reach into your lunchbox with your chopsticks, pick up a piece of kimbap and with as innocent as possible smile, hold it out to suji’s lips. for a moment you see how confused she got but her lips parted, letting you place the kimbap into her mouth.

"what do you think?"

"oh. It’s delicious, thank you.” suji says with a little surprised tone of voice, though, the kimbap is really tasty.

"really? I'm glad you like it. you know, I cooked it myself." you say proudly. It wasn't entirely true, of course, but who cared now? clearly not suji who only thought that it tasted really good. you were just taking another piece of the delicious treat with chopsticks and again handing it to suji, when harin noticed with a sideways glance that she had entered the school canteen. you had a hard time not letting your lips curve into a sly grin when you realize that everything is going exactly as you planned, because you noticed how harin is frozed at the entrance and her gaze is directed in your side. you smile again in the cutest way possible, continuing to act as if you didn’t notice harin’s presence.

"would you like a treat? i have some marmalade candies... they are not as sweet as you and not as soft as your sweet cheeks, of course, but still pretty good." you see how suji’s eyes widen in surprise or at how dumbfounded she is by your "incredible” flirting skills, but what matters — harin comes to your table and sits next to you, trying to act casually, unbotheredly, but you see how her hand clenching in fists.

"you never fed me like that." harin says, looking at your chopsticks with her empty gaze. though, you know this look to well, this empty gaze saying more than any words. but you just shrugs and keep going.

"suji-ah, do you want more?" you ask her sweetly and place some of kimbap onto suji's plate. after that you take a napkin in your hands, rise from the table a little and lean closer to suji. you gently touch the corner of her lips with a napkin. "you've got crumbs here. aw, such a cutie, i can help you."

you don’t have time to say another word when suddenly you feel harin’s iron grip on your wrist, and a second later she’s already dragging you through the corridor to the locker room, where she locks the door and pushes you against the wall, making your eyes widen and knocking a gasp out of you when your back lightly hits the wall. you see how the corner of her lips twitches and she bites the inside of her cheek, she literally eating you alive with her eyes.

"what the hell was that?"

"was there something?" you raise an eyebrow, playing dumb. you know how harin hates when you do this, because you’re not stupid at all and she knows it. but you just can't stop yourself, you're too pissed off by how she treated you yesterday.

"you know what i mean!... why did you do that, huh? why the hell did you get along with suji and be so nice to her? you've never even fed me like that!..." oh how jealous harin is... you even notice how she starts to sulk a little. she will probably remember this situation to you for a long time and will force you to feed her for a long time because you did it for suji today, so you should do this for her as well.

"maybe I was just being friendly? or maybe I was just trying to make friends? or maybe I'm just tired of being ignored?" you crossed your arms over your chest, leaning your back against the wall. your eyes are stubbornly directed at harin’s face, not ready to give in and look to the side. It's not your fault, why should you be embarrassed or worried?

"tired of being ignored, you say? ignored by whom? I constantly see how someone looks at you. do you have any idea how annoying this is to me? here is my girl, and everyone is looking at her... why? you're mine, i don't want others to stare at you." she starts out annoyedly, slmost angry, but by the end of the sentence she becomes a little thoughtful. harin is silent for a couple of seconds, and then you notice the playful twinkle in her eyes and the way her lips curl into a sly grin. now you're so close that you can literally feel her breath on you, and now you're literally pinned between the harin and the wall and you definitely won't be able to do anything about it. her gaze roaming over you from top to bottom and from bottom to top and you feel the tension subsiding a little, she adds teasingly.

"though, i shouldn't be surprised, should i? you're such eye candy, no wonder everyone is staring at you. hmm, my bad, baby, it's not your fault you're so beautiful for me that everyone wants to be with you."

you feel your body heating up, blush covering your cheeks and your thoughts slowly dissapearing. you wanted to tell her everything, to tell her how tired you are that she doesn’t give you enough time... oh, it seems that harin has tricked you again. what a devil, she knows how much you love such a sweet talking, and always uses it to get away with everything, always when she says something like that to you, you lose focus and completely forget that she, in fact, was at fault. or you forgot about it at least for some time, good for her too. you’re not sure how everything happened so quickly, but you catch yourself as harin sits down on a chair and pulls you along with her, sitting you on her lap. you gasp, her fingers already working on the buttons of your shirt, while you do the same, trying to take of harin's shirt. your girlfriend succeeds and within a moment there is no shirt or bra left on you, the cool air tickles your skin, making your nipples harden. you can almost feel her grinning as her lips wrapped around one your nipples, as she hears you're cute little gasps an moans. she feels your hands gripping her shirt, which you still didn't managed to take off. her tongue circles around your nipple, you feel harin sucking on it, as her hands roaming all over you body.she occasionally moves away from your chest, only to whisper about how beautiful you look now and how perfectly your body feels under her fingers.

"I feel how you trembling... isn't it funny? just a moment ago you were ready to scream and curse me, and now you’re trembling and moaning on my lap... I think you said you wanted attention, so I'll give you all the attention you deserve, baby"

harin's hands are on your hips, she starts to rock them against herself, making you feel her cock twitching in anticipation through the thin fabric of her pants, amd you feel like you're falling apart in her hands. every touch, every brush of the skin and every grind she did... it's just too much.

"such a pretty little thing you are...you only want me right? mm, you begged for attention from suji so much today that you made me worried. you're mine and mine only, remember? my girl is too good to want anyone else, isn't she?"

her hips make a few light thrusts, again letting you feel how hard she is for you, just the thought about it makes you wet. you want more: more friction, more touching, more attention. you move your hips with upset hmpf, clearly displaying how needy you are for her. you grinding against harin’s thigh, leaving a little wet spot on it through your already soaked with need panties. a satisfied smirk appears on harin's face.

"such a needy girl, all wet just because I let you sit on my lap. it's almost embarrassing. although..." she paused as if thinking about something and then added. "although I love you for how needy you are . I feel powerful because of this, you know? and what could be better than to have power over such a lovely girl like you?"

your cheeks getting warmer, blush spreading across them and you want to say that you feel shy when talking to you like that, but she interrupts you with a kiss. her lips cover yours, and her hand lets go lower, lifting the elastic band of your skirt and panties with her fingers, you feel her fingers pushing apart your wet folds, toying with you and you gasp into her lips. she uses this moment to shamelessly push her tongue into your mouth. you can’t hold back your moan and, and without think you pull away a little, which makes harin have to hold you by the waist, not letting you slip off her lap. your hips already twitching from time to time begging harin for something more significant and she pushes one finger inside you, now unable to hold back a moan either. she breaks the kiss, her lips immediately falls to your neck, she leads a trail of wet kisses along it and occasionally you feel nibbles on your skin and hear harin whispering “mine” into your neck. the movements of her finger are so slow that you feel as if she is deliberately torturing you, just waiting for you to beg... and you will.

"harin, please... more... faster..." you mutter and tilt your head to the said, giving her better access to your neck.

she hummed in agreement but didn't speed up even a bit.

"what exactly you want, hm? tell me and i might consider granting your wish..."

"I want more than your fingers..." you mutter in embarrassment, which only makes the grin on harin’s face grow larger and you feel her dick twitching under her pants, but she is far more patient than you are.

"aww, baby wants me inside? why wouldn't you just say that?" she teased and pushed one more finger inside, moving just enough to make you burn with desire. "if you can't say what tou want, ride my fingers. i think you should earn your treat, after all, you upset me today. or is this too much for you as well? or do you just want someone else? imagining how suji could fuck you, Is that why you were so nice to her? you're such a slut, what a pity... didn't I teach you manners?"

It seems that now you are overtaken by the consequences of your decision to “tease” harin and make her jealous. of course you didn’t want suji, you didn’t even like her, but there was no point in making excuses, the best thing you can do — listen to her. you start rocking your hips up and down against her fingers, moan left your lips, and you speed up, at least, to the pin when you still can maintain balance on her lap. she watches you fuck yourself with her fingers and the previous frown gradually disappears from her face.

"you try so hard to improve, it's almost funny. my sweet girl, doing so well for me, aren't you? just a little more... i want you nice and stretched for me, just how i like you."

she bited her lower lip, this picture where you on her lap, fucking yourself with her fingers, all so needy, guilty, and out of breath, but still so wet, making a mess on her palm. and your eyes covered with a veil of desire and lust. just too much for her to bear, her pants feel painfully tight. harin cursed, her fingers pulling out of your drenched pussy, she lifted you up, making you just stand on the floor and told you to pull her pants and boxers down, and that's exactly what you do. her cock standing proudly right before you, hard from arousal and already covered in precum. you can't help but almost whimper at this view.

"on your knees, baby. being on you knees and sucking me — perfect place for such an attention-slut."

such dirty words, but somehow they make you wet even more, to the point where your slickness slowly flowing down your thigh. maybe because you know that she doesn't mean it seriously, or maybe because you just into this. anyway, you kneel before her. your lips open slightly, you outline the head of her cock with your tongue, licking ans tasting her pre-cum and then you slowly wrap your lips around the shaft. your head moving up-and-down in deliberate motion, and you hear harin's gasp. you trying to take more of her into your mouth, and her hand finds it's way to your head, digging her fingers into your hair, squeezing and pulling it when your lips wrapped around a particularly sensitive part.

"aww, what is it, baby? can't take more?" she teased, her fingers dig into your hair, not painfully, but so that you feel her control over the situation. it's even comforting...

"wanna help? my adorable girl, can’t cope at all without my help, can you?" for a moment her hand lets go of your hair, moving down to your cheek to stroke it. you just look so adorable kneeling in front of her, and how your cheeks suck in when you suck her off and your eyes are full of desire and devotion for her.she gently strokes your cheek, at the same moment your tongue circles around her, you manage to take half of her length, making her moan. you’re really making this difficult for harin, she really wants to “help” you. and she will, she can't hold herself back anymore. her hand finds its way into your hair again, squeezing it, controlling your movements and speed. she forces you to take her entire length, you can feel the head of her cock pressing against your throat. it becomes difficult to breathe but you hold on, trying to please her.

"what is it, dear? too fast for you, huh? hold on a little more... just... fuck!... a little longer..." harin moans and bites her lower lip, it’s just feels too good when you take her all, she loves to feeling when you almost choking on her dick, but still so eager to please her. she loves the look on your face, your teary eyes. your tearful eyes and your hands resting on her hips is all that is needed for her to reach her peak and pour right into your mouth, pulling away at the last second, letting her cum fall on your chest. you feel her release in your mouth and the way it sliding down your throat. you try to swallow, but you only manage to swallow part of it, the rest rolls down your chin and neck in droplets.

"you're such a dummy, baby... didn't I say that you should swallow everything?" harin said in scolding tone, her voice sounds sincerely sad. like she was really upset that you didn't swallow everything.

"I tried to swallow everything, okay? it's just... you know, it was a lot..." you mutter, pouting a little.

she sighed but nodded, you see that she is not upset with you, really, just a little sad but she won't hold it against you. harin tells you to get up and gently pulls you by the waist. she sits, so when you stand up to your full height she has to bend down just a little bit to see your needy cunt. she can't help but hum in delight when she sees you dripping, even the inside of your thighs is already all wet.

"you're so much wetter just because i put you on your knees and you sucked me off? so pretty... you love my cock so much you would beg me for it, wouldn't you?"

all you can do — nod frantically. she wanted her attention abd you getting it. she pulls you even closer, tempting you to sit on her lap. you lower yourself onto her, your hand goes down to your pussy, and you grope harin’s cock and bite your lip, fighting the urge to jerk her off. you point her shaft straight to your pussy and it smoothly slides into you. you moan, you feel so full and stretched, this feels so right, as if being here with harin and shamelessly taking her in school locker room is what you actually exist for. she lets out a satisfied moan, her grip tightening on your hips as she enjoys the sensation of her cock reaching your cervix. she leans forward, nipping at your neck, her teeth grazing your skin as she thrusts harder and faster.

"that's right, feel me deep inside you. fell the attention you craved so much." she growls, her voice filled with lust and pleasure as she feels how tight your pussy is. "feel every inch of me, baby..."

her hips drive into you with furious intensity, the angle allowing her to hit your most sensitive spots with precision. the pleasure builds within you, the intensity growing with every thrust. notuch timepassed before you feel orgasm crashing on you, making your legs tremble. harin climaxed right after you, her warm and stiky load feeling you up.

you are both trying to catch your breath, finding something very comforting and soft in being like this: messy, but so close and happy. you feel harin's hands gently wrapping around your shoulders and her head dropping onto your shoulder.

"i love you" pause "though, don't even think of getting close to someone else."

[munson-blurbs]

Single Dad!Eddie x Fem!Reader Series

1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10 | 11 | 12 | 13 | 14 | 15

Summary: You and Eddie finally get some much-needed alone time, and a confrontation at the Hawkins Preschool talent show tests your commitment to each other.

Warnings: smut (18+ only, minors DNI), protected p in v, fingering, oral (m! receiving), lil bit of edging, broken condom, breeding kink, mentions of Eddie's past, bullying, fighting, Jason Carver's mere existence, mostly fluff and smut before the angst of the next two chapters

WC: 9.2k

Chapter 15/20

Divider credit to @saradika Cutie pie Eddie pic credit to @/sunceddie

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You wake up to an alarm set a full hour later than it typically is on a Friday morning, and the extra rest has you walking on air. Or maybe this newfound floatiness comes from knowing Eddie will be arriving soon, the two of you playing hooky from work to spend the day together. Your insides ignite with a rebellious fire, like you’re skipping class to smoke cigarettes underneath the bleachers, rather than taking a paid sick day that you’ve rightfully accrued.

Sunlight streams through the window, just a bit brighter than the usual smears of pink and orange that you normally see when you awaken. And while you still have to drag your yet-to-be-caffeinated body out of bed, the walk to the bathroom seems slightly less daunting. 

You can’t let Eddie in fast enough when the intercom buzzes thirty minutes later. You were never naïve to the fact that dating a parent would mean having less privacy; what you didn’t know was how strongly you’d crave him. 

Your hands are all over him the moment he steps through the door, simultaneously too much and not enough. Fingers lazily drape across the nape of his neck, and you can feel that his hair is already frizzy from the early April rain. Your breath hitches when you catch a glimpse of the burgeoning outline along the seam of his gray sweatpants. 

His lips find yours easily, aiming to meet in the middle, but you press on your toes and bring your core to his. Your pajama top is thin; not sheer, but flimsy enough that he can feel the way you react to the chill of his leather jacket. 

“Hello to you, too,” he murmurs with a laugh, muffled by a kiss that catches him off-guard. “I was gonna ask if you wanted to grab breakfast first, but—”

You shake your head, grabbing his wrist and pulling him towards the bedroom. “Sex first, food later.”

“Yes ma’am.” He uses his free hand to apply a quick smack to your ass, mesmerized at the way the supple flesh ripples underneath the flannel pants. Jesus, you’ve got him half-hard and you’re still in your pajamas. 

He sits on the side of the bed, and you climb to straddle him, your inner thighs nudging his outer. “Been thinking about you,” you say, tugging his earlobe between your teeth. 

Eddie pulls you even closer, one hand snaking up your shirt to cup your breast. He’s still cold from the rain and early morning frost, and his touch has your nipple pebbling. “What about me?” 

“Well,” you trill, starting to slowly grind against the tented fabric of his pants. He exhales, a shiver of anticipation coursing through his veins. “I believe I promised my rockstar a reward for his amazing gig.” Your thoughts flit back to the night of Will’s party, when you’d snuck backstage and gotten a glimpse of him, his body pulsating with nerves that had almost immediately quelled at your touch. Another sensation had swept over him then, but that was an entirely different type of flutter.

Eddie nudges his nose against yours, a smile tugging on the corners of his mouth. “Your rockstar?” He adores the phrasing. Yours. Belonging to you. And you belong to him; he won’t ever allow you to forget it. “What kind of reward did my favorite groupie have in mind?”

You slide off of him, giggling at the pout he gives you as your body loses contact with his. “Patience, Rockstar,” you warn him, though it’s difficult to contain yourself when you’re salivating just being eye-level with his erection. Your fingers dig into his waistband, and for the second time today, you’re glad for his choice of clothing. You don’t think you could handle buttons and zippers and belt buckles. Not today.

He hisses when your palm brushes along his hardened length, stiffening even while covered by his boxer briefs. A small wet patch marks his tip, leaking precum, and you press a chaste kiss to it. Almost instantly, you feel the tendrils of his thigh hair against your bare arms as his legs reflexively snap shut like a Venus flytrap catching its prey. 

“Too much?” you mumble against his happy trail. While you relish in the thought of overstimulating him, you want to keep him on edge as long as you can. 

Eddie shakes his head, curls scratching against his shoulders. “Jus’ wasn’t expecting it. ‘Cause you were using your hands, but then I felt your…never mind, I’m gonna shut up now.” He settles back into the mattress and eagerly awaits your next move.

You don’t make him wait long, lips drawn to his shaft with a magnetic force. You only stop to shimmy his underwear down his legs, tossing them to the corner of the room. His cock is flush against his tummy; you catch yourself staring at the dusting of wispy curls that trail from his upper groin down to his heavy sack. 

Your dominant hand wraps around the base while the other leans on his thigh for balance. You lean in and spit, letting your saliva dribble down his length before flattening your tongue to lick up the pearly bead forming at the tip. Eddie’s abdominal muscles contract and his fists clench, never taking his eyes off of the beautiful woman on her knees for him. 

He lets out a soft moan as you hollow out your cheeks to take more of him into your mouth. A string of syllables that barely resemble words escapes him. “Mmm, yes, oh, sh–fucking hell–thas’ it…” He twists the bedsheets between his fingers, inhaling sharply as your tongue glides up and down his cock. “S’pretty, fuck, gorgeous girl.” He watches intently, staving off blinks so he doesn’t miss a moment of him disappearing between your lips.

He’d once thought that he could never want more than sloppy post-gig hook-ups in dive bar bathrooms with girls whose names he’d never learned, though he wouldn’t have made an effort to remember them anyway. Girls who had only offered their mouths so they could lay claim to his body; the opportunity to brag that they’d blown Eddie Munson before he got famous.

That was before you, before you’d shown him the intoxicating mixture of longing and belonging, of lust and…

You continue drawing him closer and closer to his orgasm, nose grazing his thatch of pubic hair. His hips buck slightly, but your mouth is so full of him that it threatens to evoke your gag reflex. 

“Shit, ‘m sorry,” Eddie blurts out, unfurling a hand from the sheets to cup your cheek. He pulls out, allowing you to take a deep breath. 

You shake your head. “I liked it,” you tease with a wicked grin, wasting no time assuming your previous position. 

“Oh, fuck,” Eddie throws his head back. “You like gagging on my dick? Fucking hell, babe.”

“Mhm.” The gentle vibration has him twitching, and you know he can’t last much longer. You bring your attention to his tip, sucking and giving soft kitten licks while your hand takes care of the rest of his length. He’s so painfully hard that you wouldn’t be surprised if he stayed that way long after finishing. 

“Jus’…just like that. Oh, fuuuuuck,” he groans, silently calling upon every ounce of willpower in his body to keep his pelvis still so he doesn’t disturb the beautiful rhythm you’ve found. “Gonna cum…shit, baby, if you don’t want it in your mouth, you gotta stop now.”

But you do want it in your mouth, so you don’t stop, feeling warm ropes adorning your tongue just seconds later. He’s panting, chest heaving as though he was the one putting in the effort, but he still notices the way you swallow his thick load without missing a beat. 

“Did you just…oh, my God. You’re perfect.” He throws his hands up in mock defeat. “I can’t…nothing I do will ever compare to you, I swear.” He motions for you to lay down next to him, and immediately climbs on top of you, the sweat from his chest transferring to your shirt. “Off,” he mumbles, pulling it over your head before you get the chance to do it yourself.

His lips swoop down to your left breast, tongue flickering over the nipple, and his dominant hand travels into your panties and expertly finds your clit. You let out a tiny whimper, barely audible over Eddie’s own grunts, finding pleasure in making you feel good. 

“This body,” he mumbles, mouth still attached to your chest, “has me in a goddamn chokehold. It’s all I think about.” That isn’t quite true; he certainly spends plenty of time daydreaming of you, though it isn’t always in such compromising positions. Sometimes, you’re sleeping next to him in bed as he presses gentle kisses to the nape of your neck. Other times, he’ll be cooking dinner and picture you passing him the salt or handing him a serving spoon to dish out whatever noodle-based concoction he’s conjured up. Whatever he’s doing, he imagines you by his side. 

“Can you kiss me?” Your request is timid but dripping with need. 

Eddie nods, bringing himself to eye level with you and closing the gap between your faces. You taste of minty toothpaste and of him, and he curses himself for diving in headfirst without remembering to kiss you. “M sorry,” he apologizes for the second time that morning, and you forgive him with a soft bite to his lower lip. 

Your arms rest on his shoulders and your legs wrap around his calf muscles, desperate to remain as close as possible at all times. No, you can’t stay like this forever, so you’ve got to make it count. “Need you inside me, Eddie.” Your voice nearly cracks, tears pricking at your lash line as the craving for him grows stronger. “Please.”

Eddie musters up a terse laugh. “Sweetheart, I just came, like, five minutes ago. You gotta give me a second to bounce back.” He lowers himself so he can whisper in your ear, “let me take care of you while we wait, hm?”

As soon as you nod, he’s yanking down your pajama pants and panties in one fluid motion. You can’t miss the way his eyes light up once you’re fully on display for him, taking in every centimeter of your body like his existence depends upon it. He starts to shimmy his way down, but your murmured “mm-mm” captures his attention.

“Still want you kissing me,” you say, gazing adoringly into his deep brown eyes. “Maybe you could just use your fingers?” 

His instinct is to protest; he’s been desperate to taste you again ever since his tongue last touched the most intimate part of you, but he can’t deny you what you want. He’ll do just about anything to keep a smile on your face.

Without further hesitation, Eddie’s lips are on yours. He braces himself on his elbows as his hands cradle your cheeks. You can feel the heat of his cock, still spent and flaccid, against the top of your thigh. He shifts slightly so he can press one thick finger into your pussy, dragging in and out so deliciously that you barely notice his tongue slipping into your mouth, deepening the kiss as you moan.

“Y’like that?” It’s a gratuitous question; he can feel how much you like it in the way you’re clenching around him. “Gonna make my girl feel s’good.”

“Call me your girl again,” you whine, punctuating the plea with a gentle buck of your hips. 

Eddie grins, ducking his head where your neck meets your collarbone and sucking lightly. It takes every ounce of strength he possesses not to mark you. He studies the moisture left behind by his lips and wishes it was the exquisite shades of blue and indigo that form when someone’s been claimed. 

He slides a second finger inside you. “My sweet girl,” he coos, just a hint of patronization laced within his deep voice, “you like being mine? Belonging to me?”

Your stomach flips at his words; a gnawing hunger for Eddie Munson. “Love it. I…I love being your girl.” You allow your mind to clear, absorbing his gaze, his touch, his skin. The graceful arch of your back beckons him to move faster, tongue peeking from between his plush lips as he concentrates on your orgasm.

Each stroke within you inches you closer to euphoria. Eddie’s thumb is pressed to your clit, cementing his determination to tip you over the edge. He hits all the right spots, committing them to memory; his own personal pathway to the heavens. 

It’s your turn to grab onto the bed sheets like a lifeline as pleasure surges through you. Your lips coat his in a warm layer of “Eddie, Eddie, Eddie,” the praise a victory chant to him. He waits until your eyelids flutter back open and your breathing steadies before taking his fingers from your center and into his mouth, licking your release off of his skin like a delicacy.

Your body may be splayed out on the bed, but your mind is adrift; its only focus is the float down from the high Eddie’s brought you to. If it weren’t for the throbbing reminder pressed to your leg, you might float right into the atmosphere.

You summon the willpower to prop yourself up on your elbows, watching intently as he fists himself to temporarily ease the ache.

“Why’re you doing that when ‘m right here?” you mumble, wetting your lower lip with a swipe of your tongue. You can only hope that there’s some semblance of a smile in your intoxicated expression. “Unless you…prefer your hand?”

“Fuck, no,” he grumbles, curls dancing along his shoulder blades as he loosens his grasp to dig through your top drawer. He shoves aside stray prescription bottles and various knickknacks that you’ve been meaning to go through until he finds what he’s been looking for.

He snatches up the teal box and practically tears the cardboard in half trying to open it. The snake of foil packets tumbles out and he scrambles for them, but you’re faster.

Wordlessly, you rip off one packet and carefully tear off the top. Eddie hisses as you roll the condom down his hardened length, more than ready to be inside you. 

“Wanna ride you,” you tell him, pressing your palms to his soft pecs. “‘S that okay?” 

“Is that—baby, if I ever say no to that offer, there’s something seriously wrong with me,” he laughs, already laying back on the bed. His hair splays across the pillow, brown curls swirling atop the cotton pillowcase like Van Gogh’s Starry Night. 

Eddie inhales sharply as you sit above him, sheathed cock pressed to your heat in anticipation. He reaches out and grabs your breasts, one in each hand, kneading them in his palms. His thumbs brush over your nipples, gauging your reaction before giving them a small pinch. 

Your moan, coupled with the way you grind against him, confirms your satisfaction, but he still asks, “Y’like when I do that?”

You offer him a little smirk, cocking your brow as you cheekily reply, “You tell me.” 

He doesn’t have time to respond before you lift yourself and gradually sink down onto him, soaking in every moment of the delectable stretch. Bracing yourself on his chest, you feel him bottom out so he’s filling you entirely. 

“Fuck, Sweetheart.” His hands move from your chest to your hips as he helps you adjust to the newfound fullness. “So tight. Feels‘mazing.”

“Just wanna take care of you, Eds. You’re so good to me; I wanna be good to you.” You bounce up and down, moving your hips so no part of your walls remains untouched by him. 

He’s mesmerized at the jiggle of your flesh as it connects with his, momentarily rendering him speechless before he regains some composure. “You are. You’re so, so good for me. Can never get enough of my girl.”

You clench around him at the title ‘my girl’, earning you a smack to your ass. The sting makes you whimper, and he swiftly delivers another. 

“You’re gonna make me cum too soon,” he huffs, blown-out pupils drifting from your eyes to where your bodies are joined. 

You pause your movements to lean down, allowing him impossibly deep within you. “If it’s too much,” you murmur into his ear, hoping your edge-teetering tremble is hidden enough to effectively tease him, “maybe I should just…stop.” You slide your hips forward until only his tip breaches your hole. 

Eddie’s jaw drops in complete disbelief. “You…you can’t fuckin’ do that to me.” You expect him to push the rest of his cock inside you and thrust until he’s completely spent, so you’re caught off-guard when he pulls out entirely. “All fours. Now.” He emphasizes his request with another spank, this one harder than the rest. 

You oblige, palms pressed into the mattress and toes curled as you await him. He taps his shaft against your bottom once, twice, three times, and then plunges into your warmth. 

“Ah—fuck—Eddie!” you cry, feeling the telltale twitch that informs you he’s close. Really fucking close. And then another sensation—a soft pop. 

He realizes what it is before you do. “Fuckin’ condom broke!” he grumbles, pulling out again—even more begrudgingly than before—and tossing the split rubber to the floor. He opens a new one and rolls it on with lightning speed, eager to be enveloped in you once again. 

“Wish we didn’t have to use those,” you mumble, willing yourself to stay steady despite the push from his pistoning hips. “Be so much easier without them.”

Picturing you taking him raw—you wanting to take him raw—is the last straw. “Yeah? You wanna feel all of me, baby?” he growls, nearly inaudible over the sound of his pelvis colliding with your ass. “Want me blowing my load so fuckin’ deep inside you?”

“Y-Yes,” you stammer, feeling that delicate wave approaching the shoreline, desperate to crest. “That’s exactly what I want, Eddie.”

“Keep saying my name,” he orders, wrapping one arm around you so his middle finger lays on your clit. Every part he touches makes you weaker for him, scavenging for the relief of release.

“Eddie, feels s’good,” you moan, legs threatening to crumple beneath you. “No one makes me feel like this ‘cept you, fuck, Eddie!”

You finish around him, squeezing him until he’s spilling into the condom with a primal groan of your name. He stays draped over you for a beat before flopping back onto the bed. 

“You are…” he turns to you and grins as he searches for the right word, “spectacular.” He gingerly removes the barrier from his dick, tying it in a knot and tossing it into the trash can next to your nightstand. “C’mere.” 

You lay on his chest, the sweat cooling as it hits your cheek. “Did you work up an appetite?” you tease, kissing just below his tattoo of a demonic head, “I can grab us some cereal, or we might have some frozen Eggos I could throw in the toaster.”

Eddie smiles so wide it threatens to escape the confines of his cheeks. “Sex and breakfast? You spoil me, Sweetheart.”

“Yeah, well; we need energy to power us through round two.” You scoot upwards to nuzzle into the crook of his neck, the salt of his perspiration tangy on your lips. “Give me a few minutes, okay? Do you like syrup on your waffles?”

“And butter?” he asks with a hopeful smile, peering at you through long eyelashes that would have had you darting to Bradley’s Big Buy if you didn’t already have a stick of Land O’ Lakes in the fridge.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Yes, Your Majesty,” you say, giving his bare thigh a small tap. “Would you also care for some freshly-squeezed orange juice? I can have the chef whip some up right away.”

Eddie throws his head back and laughs, slowly pushing himself up so he can help you in the kitchen. It dawns on him that he hasn’t felt this kind of peace after sex before; his mind has always been clouded with fears of getting too attached, of saying the wrong thing, of deluding someone into thinking he’s enough. 

“God, I love you.” The words tumble out before he can stop them, and he freezes in place, one leg through his underwear. “Fuck, I mean–”

“It’s okay,” you rush to reassure him, noting the red tinge forming on the tips of his ears. “I’d say that to anyone who offered me breakfast foods, too.” You give him room to accept the out, to brush off his confession as a slip of the tongue. There’s no use in awarding merit to an accidental comment, regardless of what your skipped heartbeat tells you.

He considers it, every synapse and neuron firing at warpspeed. Maybe he could convince himself that it was an accident if it was the first time he’d felt this, the way your sunshine radiates through him and warms him from within. But that was far from the truth. 

“No,” he finds himself saying, grasping onto every morsel of confidence he can find, “it’s not because of the food. I love you.” 

Your voice catches in your throat. You want to believe that he’s reciprocating your feelings, but something nags at you. “Are you sure it’s not because we just had sex? Because sometimes that—”

“No,” Eddie repeats himself, unfolding the waistband of his boxer briefs and walking to you. “Because it wasn’t about sex when you calmed me down after the parent-teacher conference. It wasn’t about sex when you taught Harris how to read and bowl and be a better person than I’ll ever be. It wasn’t about sex when you cheered me on during our last gig, and it wasn’t about sex when I saw you holding Ettie.” He takes a deep breath and holds your hands as he gazes into your eyes. “And even after having sex, it isn’t about sex. It’s about you being the one for me. I love you, I love you, I love you.” He kisses your forehead, then your cheek, and finally your lips. 

“I love you, too, Eddie.” 

Just five words, six syllables, and he’s a goner. Seriousness melts into a sappy smile as he cradles your cheeks and presses the tip of his nose to yours. “Holy shit, we’re in love.”

You kiss him, tongue nudging his as your torsos meld together. If your stomach wasn’t gnawing for something to eat, you’d start round two right then and there. 

Throwing on just a shirt and panties, you lead him into the kitchen before either of you can crawl back into bed. His hands never leave your body, snaking around your waist as you rifle through the freezer for the familiar yellow box. His head rests on your shoulder as you drop the waffles into the toaster and press the lever down.

“Eds?”

“Yes, my love?” he murmurs, pecking a soft kiss behind your ear. You both could have sworn that there was nothing better than him calling you ‘my girl,’ but you’re unashamed to stand corrected.

“Could you make yourself useful and grab some plates? Maybe get the syrup or butter?” you tease, noting the dramatic pout developing on his face. “What?”

“I’m keepin’ you warm,” he protests, sliding his hands over the cotton fabric of your faded t-shirt and grabbing your breasts. “And you’re not wearing a bra, so I gotta hold ‘em for you.”

He eventually obliges, setting two Chinette plates on the countertop and padding over to the refrigerator. He plucks the condiments from the side door and places them in the center of the table. 

“Cups, too,” you remind him with a cheeky grin, pointing to a cabinet to your right. “No drinking out of the carton in my house.”

“Bossy this morning, aren’t we?”

The toaster chimes a charismatic ding! as the waffles jump out of their slots, and you carefully drop both onto one plate. “Here ya go,” you chirp, extending your arm so he can take his breakfast. 

“Where’s yours?” His brows pinch together in confusion, a sly smile stretching his lips. “Don’t tell me I didn’t make you work up more of an appetite back there. Shit, shoulda had you ride me longer–”

Your hip collides with his in a purposeful shove. “I’m getting mine ready now. Go sit and eat, you horndog.” 

Eddie drops the plate on the counter so quickly that the Eggos nearly fly off, pulling you from behind for a hug that squeezes all the air from your lungs. You squeal as he bites your neck and barks into it, solidifying that he has indeed earned the new nickname you’ve bestowed upon him.

He takes one of his waffles and places it on your empty plate. “We can eat together.”

You grab the orange juice from the fridge, giving the carton a shake before pouring the contents between the two glasses. It’s not until you sit down that you remember: “Oh, shit—utensils.” You start to get back up, but Eddie puts a hand out in a silent bid for you to stay seated, shuffling back to the kitchen. The drawer rattles as he pulls with just a bit too much strength, and he comes back with two knives and a single fork. 

“You only got one—” you start, but he shakes his head. 

“Don’t need it.” With that, he cuts off a hunk of butter and slathers it on top of his waffle, knife scraping against the little squares. He slathers every square inch in syrup, folds the waffle in half, and takes an exaggeratedly large bite. 

“Eddie Munson!” you lightly chastise, still in shock at what you’ve witnessed. “Did you just eat that like a taco?”

“Sí, señorita.”

You shake your head in disbelief. “Oh, my God, I’m in love with a barbarian.” You reach for the bottle of Aunt Jemima and drizzle the sticky-sweetness onto your waffle. “What else is going on with you?” you ask, cutting the food into strips and spearing it with your fork. “Work’s good?”

“Work’s great, actually.” He starts to bring the waffle to his mouth but pauses just before taking a bite. Syrup drops onto the plate with a plop. “I almost forgot to tell you! The regional manager asked me to go to this thrift market in Indianapolis in a few weeks—all on the company’s dime—and try to snag some vintage records.”

“Eds, that’s amazing!” You leap up from your chair and lean in to kiss his syrupy lips. 

He licks a smudge of butter from the side of his thumb. “Oh, but that’s not even the best part,” Eddie grins triumphantly. “The market just so happens to fall during spring break, and I was hoping you could join us?” His bare foot nudges yours under the table. “That is, if you think you can survive an entire weekend running after Harris?”

Your jaw drops in mock-offense. “One of us chases after children–plural–every day. Besides,” you add, taking a swig of juice, “Harris isn’t the one I’m worried about.” You gesture at his partially-demolished breakfast. “At least when he eats like this, he has the excuse of being a child.”

His reply is a flick of his left middle finger, his right hand busy jamming the remaining waffle-taco into his mouth. “And yet,” he retorts with his mouth full, “you can’t seem to get enough.”

He’s got you there: all you’ve ever wanted is sitting in front of you now, the corners of his chocolate-brown eyes crinkling as he stands. You allow your eyes to roam his body; not with lust, but adoration. Love.

Your cheek yearns to be pressed to his chest, your hand resting where the soft pudge of his tummy barely rolls over the elastic waistband of his boxer briefs. Your legs crave the connection of intertwining with his. You need his arms, biceps strong from lugging around music equipment and holding his son, wrapped around your torso and keeping you impossibly close. Keeping you safe.

You want to spend hours asking about the stories behind the tattoos that adorn his chest, whether meaningful or the result of sheer boredom. You want to curl up on the sofa and put on a movie, absorbing none of it as you spend the entire duration lost in his lips. 

The brush of his thumb against your knuckles stirs you from your roaming thoughts. 

“Can I ask you something?”

Eddie sits up a bit straighter, hand never leaving yours. “Shoot.”

“Is it…” you fumble for the right words, “why are you like this now?”

“I’m sorry?” His brows knit together in obvious confusion. “Why am I like…what?”

“This,” you repeat, gesticulating at the man before you, warm and tender and completely unlike the stranger you’d hooked up with nearly eight months ago. “Why is the guy who once kicked me out of his apartment currently having breakfast with me half-naked and inviting me on a trip with his son?” Your tone is inquisitive, curious, and Eddie heaves a silent sigh of relief when he doesn’t detect a hint of judgment. 

He doesn’t answer your question outright; instead, he poses his own: “Do you not believe that I love you?” He bites his lower lip, mind churning with the early memories you’d made together, the ones he wishes he could lock away and never remember. 

Your heart lurches at your accidental implication. “I do! Shit, Eddie, I know you love me. And I love you, too.” You pause to lift his hand to your mouth, leaving the gentlest of kisses along his fuzzy knuckles. “I guess I just wanna know why you even let yourself love me. Why you didn’t stick to the Cat-and-Mouse. Why…why you chose me.” 

He exhales, an incredulous huff of laughter passing through his lips. “You wanna know why I started only having one-night stands? Or why I stopped?”

“Both?” you try.

“So, um,” his eyes look everywhere but at you, “I never really got attention until I moved to Chicago and started playing with that band. All of a sudden, women wanna sleep with me, and I don’t have to, like, beg them.” He chuckles and shakes his head. “But they didn’t really want to fuck Eddie Munson; they just wanted to fuck the lead singer and guitarist of Hard Knox. Didn’t matter if it was me or some other random guy.

“One night, I’m…y’know…with this one girl, and I asked her to say my name.” His cheeks tinge red and he swallows hard. “And she looks at me with these wide eyes, and I realized she didn’t even fucking know it.”

“Did you know hers?” The question comes out before you can stop it, but you already know the answer.

He rubs his eyes with his whole palm. “After that, I realized that the only difference between the Eddie who got laid and the Eddie who didn’t was that no one I slept with really knew me. And if they ever figured out that I’m just this big ol’ nerd who spent high school playing Dungeons & Dragons, they’d…” He flexes his hands to make a poof! motion. “So I decided not to let them get to know me.”

“But then…”

“But then,” he acquiesces, “you show up at the bar, looking like a goddamn dream, and I put up that cocky lead singer persona on instinct. Because that’s the only version of me that women ever wanted to be with.” He sighs. “And then I let my guard down, ask you to spend the night, and I’m thinking, ‘I gotta get her outta here before she sees who I really am. Before she sees that I’m not a rockstar; I’m just a mediocre dad who sells weed to scrape by.’”

You move so quickly that you practically knock over your chair, standing behind him and wrapping your arms around the top of his chest. Your chin rests on his scalp, and he can feel the vibration in your throat as you murmur, “nothing about you is mediocre, Eddie Munson.”

 He lays his head on your forearm, kissing it softly before lacing his fingers with yours. “Sometimes, I think I’m just buying time until you get sick of me.”

You shift your position so your lips can brush the side of his neck. “I didn’t fall for the guy on stage that night. I mean, yeah, you looked incredibly hot,” you tease and nip at his collarbone, “but I’m in love with Eddie Munson: the man who gets excited when his son reads a new word, who teases me for liking olives on my pizza, who knows the lyrics to every song ever made–including the ones he claims to hate.”

“Well, Eddie Munson–the real Eddie Munson–is so goddamn lucky to be loved by you.” He turns so he’s facing you, strong hands on your hips as he gazes up with starry eyes. 

You cradle his cheeks, stooping down so your noses touch. “You deserve to be loved.”

“Yeah.” The word is more breath than sound. “Yeah, I think I’m finally starting to believe that.” 

The remainder of your day is spent having copious amounts of sex; Eddie had insisted on ‘making up for lost time,’ taking breaks only for a quick lunch and a shower. 

“Come with me to pick up Harris,” Eddie says as he wraps the bath towel around his waist. Water drips from the ends of his curls down to the dimples on his lower back. “We’re going to Jeff and Viv’s after so he can meet Baby Ettie.”

You raise your eyebrows in amusement, bending over to dry your legs. “I took a sick day today,” you remind him. “I can’t just show up there in your car, like, ‘nothing to see here!’”

“I’ll park far away,” he says with a shrug. “No biggie.” There’s a mischievous glimmer in his eyes. “I mean, I could tell Harris that Ms. Sweetheart was supposed to be with us, but she said no—”

You swat at his chest and he pulls back, feigning pain. “You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

That’s how you ended up hunched over in the passenger seat of Eddie’s sedan, hiding from any passersby who could potentially recognize you. It only takes a few minutes before you hear the sound of Harris’s little voice, chewing his dad’s ear off about his day at school.

“...and then me an’ Charlie traded me snacks, an’ no one even sawed us!” He’s cackling like it’s the funniest joke. “He had my pretzels and I had his gummies, and it was so silly!”  

“Gummies, huh?” Eddie clicks his tongue, “well, that explains the sugar rush.” Their voices get louder as they approach the car. “By the way, Har Bear, I have a surprise for you.”

As he says it, Harris opens the back door and hops into the car, eyes widening when he sees you sitting up front. “Ms. Sweetheart!” he exclaims, bouncing into his booster seat with pure exhilaration. “What are you doing in Daddy’s car?”

“I figured I could see Baby Ettie with you guys,” you say as nonchalantly as possible, a stark contrast to the little boy practically vibrating from excitement, “if that’s okay with you.”

“Yes, yes, YES!” Harris shouts, his words aimed directly in Eddie’s ear as he tries buckling his son’s seatbelt.

“Jesus H. Christ,” he mutters, wincing as he massages the opening of his ear canal with his forefinger. “Take it down a notch, little man.” He fumbles with the belt until he hears the familiar click. He dons a deep voice to announce, “Keep your arms and legs inside the vehicle at all times,” and Harris draws his limbs inwards with a giggle while Eddie closes his door. 

“Daddy? Can we listen to music?”

“Mhm.” Eddie reaches for the radio dial, then stops. “Should we let Ms. Sweetheart choose the tape? Since she’s our special guest?” He shoots you a grin that sends a flip-flopping sensation behind your ribs. 

Harris taps his finger to his chin in contemplation. “Hmm…okay! Can she pick Metallica?”

“Not quite sure that’s how it works…” Eddie scrunches up his face and scratches at his jawline. 

You turn around to face the boy, whose curly hair is now identically frizzy to his father’s. “Actually, Metallica sounds great to me,” you say, adding a thumbs-up for good measure. 

“Metallica it is!” Eddie pops in the cassette, the mechanical wheels whirring for a moment before Fight Fire with Fire blares through the speakers. He rests his palm on the back of your seat as he backs out of the spot, tongue poking from his lips in concentration. 

Harris alternates between headbanging to the music and babbling about school throughout the drive to Jeff and Viv’s. His energy seems endless as he hops out of the car and races to their front door. 

“Har, remember,” Eddie calls out, “we have to be calm and gentle around the baby. Don’t wanna scare her.”

Harris nods as Jeff opens the door. “Mini Munson!” He gives a tired smile, stifling a yawn. “Ready to meet your new cousin?” He chuckles when Harris jumps up and down and squeals. “I’ll take that as a yes. Go ‘head and sit on the couch, kiddo.”

Harris follows Jeff’s instructions, and you and Eddie trail close behind him. Jess and Robin are also there; the latter woman is currently holding Ettie, lightly rocking the newborn in her arms. 

“Do you wanna hold her?” she asks Harris, who looks to you and his dad in a silent plea for permission. 

“Up to you, Har,” Eddie says with an encouraging smile. “We’ll help you, if you want.”

Harris nods, shuffling so his back is pressed up against the sofa. He squirms anxiously, kicking his feet as he waits for you and his dad to join him. 

Eddie sits on his right side, and you take the empty space to his left. “I’ll help you hold her head,” you promise him. “You can hold your arms out like this,” you demonstrate, resting your forearms on your lap with your palms facing the ceiling, and Harris mimics your actions. “There ya go.”

Robin carefully walks over and places Ettie in Harris’s outstretched arms, ensuring that you’re supporting the baby’s head before she fully lets go. For a few moments, Harris just stares at the little girl, seemingly unsure how to react. Finally, he softly murmurs, “she’s so little!”

“Sure is,” Eddie laughs, poking at one of her tiny toes in amazement. “Would you believe that you were even more little when you were a baby?” His grin deepens when Harris’s jaw drops in disbelief. “It’s true! You were the tiniest little thing I’ve ever seen.” As he says it, a lump forms in his throat, and he swallows it before anyone notices the catch in his voice. You don’t need to hear it, though, and you use your free hand to discreetly rub his back in silent reassurance.

Harris purses his lips as he stares at his new cousin, clearly unaffected by the anecdote. “Does she do any tricks?” 

His question has the entire group stifling laughter, and Eddie turns pink with embarrassment as he quickly explains, “she’s not a dog, buddy. And she was only born a few weeks ago, so she pretty much just eats, sleeps, and poops.”

“Ew,” Harris’s nose wrinkles in disgust at the last activity, though you’re willing to bet a large sum of money that he’s made at least one poop-related joke today. “So when can I teach her how to play Legos?”

“Not for a while,” Viv admits with a kind chuckle, “but when she’s ready, I promise that we’ll let her big cousin Harris show her how it’s done.”

Her answer placates him, at least temporarily, and he cautiously brushes his forefinger against Ettie’s scalp, smoothing down her wisps of hair. You take the moment to glance over at Eddie, only to find him looking right at you.

Hi, he mouths, though there’s so much more he wishes to say. When Harris was Ettie’s age, Eddie was exhausted, overwhelmed, constantly on the brink of breaking down. He’d sworn to himself and anyone else who would listen that he’d never go through the newborn stage again, but he’s mesmerized by the sight of you and Harris cuddling a baby. He wants this, he wants this with you, sleepless nights and spit-up stained clothes no longer strong enough deterrents.

Hi, you mouth back, suppressing words that ache to spill from your lips. Your pulse quickens at the way Eddie watches his son, not with scrutiny, but with admiration and awe, as though he can’t believe he’d created such a wonderful little human. Teaching children never translated over to a desire for motherhood, but you can suddenly picture yourself helping Harris hold your baby, a baby that symbolizes the love between you and Eddie.

“They look like a little family.” Robin’s attempted whisper grabs your attention; a brief scan of the room shows that everyone else is looking at her, too. Her cheeks flush a deep red and she mutters, “sorry,” swooping in to scoop Ettie into her arms. 

An awkward silence hangs in the air until Jess clears her throat. “How was work today?” she asks you, and though you don’t have an actual answer to the question, you’re grateful for the subject change.

“I took the day off,” you reply nonchalantly. “Wanted to catch up on rest, y’know…” You trail off, hoping your non-answer suffices.

“What about you, Ed?” Jeff tries.

“Oh, uh,” Eddie stammers, nervously running a hand through his hair, “I also took the day off.”

Jeff’s gaze flits between the two of you until he finally manages an elongated, “…cool.” 

Luckily, Harris is oblivious to the adults’ conversation. “Uncle Jeff, are you coming to my talent show next week?”

“Talent show?” Jeff glances at Eddie with an amused smirk. 

“Uh, yeah, ‘s this parent-kid thing at his school,” Eddie hurriedly explains, trying not to trip over his words. He’s still stuck on what he’s implied by admitting that he’d also called out of work. “I didn’t know how busy you’d be with Ettie—”

Viv smiles. “I think he can sneak out for an hour to see his favorite nephew.”

“Robs and I can help out here if you need,” Jess offers to her sister, “as long as Jeff brings the camcorder so we have video evidence of this performance.”

“Absolutely not.” Eddie shuts the idea down immediately, but his protest is drowned out by the sound of Harris cheering. 

“Daddy and I are gonna—”

Eddie claps a ringed hand over his son’s mouth. “It’s a surprise.” He looks at you for a moment, bashfulness infiltrating his expression with a timid smile and downcast eyes, and you realize that the surprise is for you. 

Harris wriggles out of Eddie’s grasp with a discontented sigh, sliding off the couch and onto thr floor. “I didn’t tell Ms. Sweetheart,” he protests, and Eddie pinches the bridge of his nose as he gathers any remaining patience. 

Ettie puckers up her face and lets out a wail that seems far too big for her teeny body, but it serves as the perfect reason to leave. You hug everyone goodbye and give the cranky baby’s feet a gentle tickle before you head out the door. Harris gallops ahead, giving Eddie the opportunity to guide you with a soft press of his hand to the small of your back. Before he's fully outside, he leans in to Jeff, whispering “I told her,” ending the statement with a grin. 

“My man!” Jeff grabs Eddie’s shoulder and gives it a small shake. “Let me know when to buy my tux for the wedding.”

“Jesus, you sound like Harris.”

Spending time at Hawkins Preschool outside of contracted work hours would normally be a scenario straight out of a nightmare. This afternoon; however, you’re here to see the most adorable little boy and his handsome dad perform some sort of mystery talent, which makes it all worthwhile.

The cafeteria has been transformed into an auditorium of sorts, with neat lines of metal folding chairs replacing the long tables that typically fill the space. An area at the front of the room has been sectioned off for the performances, and the entire place is abuzz with excitement about the adorableness that is about to ensue.

You spot Jeff and Wayne sitting in the third row from the back and you give them a little wave, bounding over to take the empty seat to Jeff’s left. The smile on your lips quickly transforms into a frown when you see him shake his head, placing his palm on the chair.

“I’m under strict orders to make sure you sit in the front row,” he says with a knowing smirk. He shoos you away, and you begrudgingly turn from their familiar faces, but not before catching a twinkle in Wayne’s eyes. 

Soon after you find a seat close to the makeshift stage, Principal Sinclair steps up to the microphone. 

“Welcome, friends and family, to our annual talent show fundraiser!” There’s a polite smattering of applause before she speaks again. “Our students—and their parents—have quite a show for you all. First up is Miss Abigail Carver and her mom, Chrissy, who will be performing a cheer routine!”

You clap as Abby and Chrissy step out, green and yellow pom-poms in hand. Your student recognizes you immediately, running over to give you a quick hug that elicits a resounding aww from the audience members.  She rushes back to her spot as she and her mother cheer on the Hawkins Tigers in unison. 

Next is another student of yours, Joshua Harrington. His dad hoists a Fisher Price basketball hoop and places it on the ground so the two of them can show off their “slam dunks.”

After a few more students from other classes, it’s finally the moment you’ve been waiting for. 

“Please welcome Harris Munson and his dad, Eddie, who will be singing a song!”

No sooner do you call out, “Yay, Harris!” do you hear it:

“Freak.”

It’s low enough that no one else catches it; you probably wouldn’t have, either, if the culprit wasn’t sitting directly behind you. You turn around to see Jason Carver, camcorder by his side, poorly stifling a snicker. 

Your hands clench, balled into fists, so tight that you feel your fingernails digging into your palms. It’s too tempting to smash his camera—no, smash his stupid face—but you inhale and then exhale for three seconds apiece. Today is about Harris and Eddie, and no overgrown bully is going to ruin that. 

Still, you have to bite back a smile at the thought of Jason sporting a black eye, courtesy of the Freak’s girlfriend herself. 

When Harris and Eddie take to the performance space, your anger evaporates and your heart becomes heavy with emotion. Harris is front and center, body slightly turned as he watches his dad get settled on a wooden stool and gives his acoustic guitar a tune. The boy dons a black suit that’s a size too big for him, his hands barely peeking out of the sleeves. He’s got on a tie that has to have been borrowed from an adult; you can’t imagine Eddie or Wayne wearing one, so maybe Jeff loaned it. The best part is the fedora that rests atop his messy mop of curls. 

“Hi, Ms. Sweetheart!” he says with a grin so wide it likely hurts his cheeks, letting out a shriek of delight when you wave. “This song is for you!”

Eddie murmurs a soft, “two, three, four,” and strums a melody that immediately has your eyes welling with tears. 

“You make me feel so young,” Harris croons, mouth right up to the mic, “you make me feel so spring has sprung!”

To anyone else, it seems like a silly play on the fact that he is, in fact, young. You know it’s so much more. 

“And every time I see you grin, I’m such a happy individual!” 

He’s singing Frank Sinatra. He’s dressed as Frank Sinatra. And you know it had to be Eddie’s idea, considering Harris’s musical repertoire teeters between Raffi and Metallica. 

He skips a few verses, and when he does, Eddie locks eyes with you and offers a tiny close-mouthed smile. 

“And even when I’m old and gray I’m gonna feel the way I do today ‘Cause you make me feel so young!”

You choke down the sob that threatens to escape as they circle back to the chorus. The memory of Grandma’s final Thanksgiving, consisting of singing along to Fly Me to the Moon and sharing store-brand Oreos, soars around your mind. The way she had so easily slipped back into her old self, if only for a moment. The way Eddie had held you and kissed your scalp, protecting you from a force no one could see but everyone could feel. 

“You make me feel so young You make me feel so young Ooh, you make me feel so young!”

The song ends and you leap to your feet, cheering just as loudly as you did the other night at the Hideout for Corroded Coffin. You swipe at a stray tear and force yourself to look at your boyfriend, so effortlessly beautiful in a black t-shirt and jeans. 

Thank you, you mouth. 

I love you, comes his silent reply. 

You gaze into each other’s eyes for another beat before you feel a thud against your legs. Harris stands right before you, ignoring the way all of the other kids proceeded out the door after their performances.

“Are those happy tears?” he asks, brows furrowing in concern as he notices your stained cheeks. When you nod, still too overcome with emotion to speak aloud, his face splits into a grin. “Good.” His arms wrap around your waist in a hug that nearly has you toppling over, and you rest your hand on his upper back to steady yourself.

“Easy, Har Bear,” Eddie’s voice is strong but tender, and your entire body relaxes in his presence. You want to pull him in by his belt loops and kiss him, running your fingers through his curls until you’re both smiling too hard to continue. If only you weren’t at your place of work, if only all eyes weren’t on you, if only–

“Looks like the Freak’s got a crush.”

A smattering of the audience members laugh at this, no one more so than the instigator himself. You whirl around reflexively, eyes narrowing at the smug blonde man behind you. Eddie takes a small step forward, quietly telling Harris to go back with his friends as he zeroes in on his longtime nemesis.

He’s going to hit him, you realize, noting the subtle clench of his jaw and twitch of his flexing bicep. I have to stop him before he does something he regrets.

Eddie’s hand shoots out, grabbing Jason’s collar and pulling him in with a jolt. There’s a soft gasp from the crowd followed by silence as everyone waits for Eddie’s next move. You can hear the scraping of metal chairs on the ground as Wayne and Jeff scramble to mitigate the situation before it can escalate further.

To your surprise–and relief–Eddie doesn’t throw any punches; instead, he grits his teeth and hisses, low enough so only you and Jason can hear:

“Don’t ever talk about her again.”

He lets go with a small shove, and Jason stumbles back just as Principal Sinclair arrives to break it up. While time came to a screeching halt, the whole interaction spanned fewer than ten seconds. 

Wayne and Jeff reach him first, guiding him out of the cafeteria. The older man keeps his eyes on his nephew, but Jeff shoots Jason a steely glare, insinuating that Jason had better heed Eddie’s warning if he wants to live to see his daughter go to kindergarten. You follow behind and attempt to keep your composure.

“I’m so sorry,” Eddie breathes as soon as the four of you are alone. “I shouldn’t have…I just fuckin’ hate that guy.” His eyes dance with anxiety, not sure whether to look at you, his friend, his uncle, or the ground.

You take his hands in yours, imploring him to focus on you as you reach up to brush his curls off of his face. “It’s okay–”

Eddie shakes his head. “I ruined everything. This was supposed to be about Harris, and about making you happy…” He takes a step back, rubbing his eyes with a low, exasperated, “fuck!”

“Baby–”

“I’m gonna get Harris,” Eddie starts to walk away, speaking to himself as though you hadn’t said a word, but he stops in his tracks when Wayne puts his hand on his shoulder.

“Listen to your girl,” he says simply, motioning for Jeff to come fetch Harris with him.

Eddie doesn’t dare protest, trudging back to face you. He’d fucked up royally, and he knew it. What was he thinking, putting his hands on Jason Carver in the middle of a goddamn preschool talent show?

“Eddie,” you take his hand in yours and give it a squeeze, “it’s okay. I’m not mad; I just wish he didn’t get under your skin like that.” You rub your thumb along his forefinger. “He’s not worth it, I promise.”

“I just…” Eddie mumbles, thoughts too scrambled to find the words he needs. He heaves a long sigh. “I shouldn’t have done it here.”

You can’t really argue with that; out of all of the places Eddie could fight Jason, your job wasn’t your favorite option. 

“Can I tell you a secret?” You press onto your toes to whisper in his ear. “I almost did the same thing earlier today.”

“Really?”

“Mhm,” you confirm, nudging the toe of your shoe against his scuffed sneaker. “And I have a feeling most people in this town would agree with me.” The notion makes Eddie smile, and you continue. “Let me take you and Ol’ Brown Eyes out for ice cream to celebrate your amazing performance. Please?” You throw a puppy-dog look his way, though he needs little convincing.

Still, a nagging thought tugs at him that he has to resolve before can allow himself to relax. “There might be people there. People we know.” People like Jason Carver and Carol Perkins, he silently adds. “It’s okay if you don’t want to…we can just grab a half-gallon from Bradley’s and bring it home.”

You shake your head, effectively turning down his offer. “I’m taking my boyfriend and his adorable son to Scoops Ahoy, and the three of us are gonna split a fudge sundae,” you say matter-of-factly. 

“Are you sure you’re okay with this?” Are you sure you’re okay with people knowing about us? Being branded ‘The Freak’s Girlfriend’? Hearing people gossip about whatever the Hawkins rumor mill has churned out?

The sensation of your lips on his tempers the overworked gear shifts in his brain. When you pull back, you’re smiling at him. 

“Positive.”

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I Live For You (Dazai x reader: NSFW)

a/n: omg so happy I was stuck behind a train otw back to my apartment bc this idea came to me during it LMAO so enjoy this lil dazai piece GOD I LOVE THAT MAN GRRR

cw: reader has female parts but otherwise gender neutral, fingering, happens all on the kitchen table dazai a FREAK (affectionate)

wc: 536 (on the shorter side this time lol)

You quickly throw your keys and bags in the nearest chair as Dazai holds you by the waist, lips never leaving yours as he guides you inside the house. Between your busy work schedule and him having to travel for work a lot more recently, it feels like forever since the two of you had time together. Unsure of the next free day in either of your schedule's, you and your boyfriend made sure to pack as many activities into the day as possible. The day started off at your favorite cafe, followed by a walk in his favorite park, and ended with some retail therapy. Now the two of you were ready to spend the rest of the day relaxing and soaking up each other's company, and Dazai was going to ensure you were as relaxed as possible.

You shiver as you feel his hands run up and down your sides under your shirt. He's quick to undo your pants, allowing them to hit the floor before picking you up and carrying you to the kitchen table. He smiles up at you as you sit there, hands working just as quickly to get his shirt off and on the floor. His hands rest on your hips as he leans in for another rough kiss. Your arms wrap around his neck, bandages slowly unraveling from his body. He deepens the kiss, forcing his tongue deeper into your mouth. You react by tugging at his hair roughly, causing him whimper against your lips.

"Someone's sensitive," you chuckle, pulling away from the kiss to catch your breath. You smile at him as your hands play with his hair. He flashes you a smirk as one of his hands that rested on your hips slide down your thigh, pushing them apart. His fingers trace the outline of your underwear, thumb pressed down on your clit as he begins slowly rubbing circles. You tug at his hair again, whine leaving your lips as he plays with you.

"Mmm~ just like someone I know~" he teases. God he loved watching you squirm. You drove him crazy, and he loved every second of it. You were his entire world, his entire reason for breathing. And the fact you felt the same for him only drove him more crazy. His eyes never left your body's almost as if he was memorizing the way you squirm under his painfully slow movements.

"P-please Osamu.." you whined, hips involuntarily moving in hopes of creating greater friction where you needed it most. "I need you." The way the words rolled off your tongue made his cock twitch inside his pants, desire growing more and more throughout his body just as it was yours.

"So pretty and so polite," he hummed as he slide down your underwear, letting them join his shirt on the floor. "How did I ever get so lucky?" You cry out his name as his fingers slide in and out of you, your head thrown back as his mouth peppers soft kisses against the skin.

There was no greater high in the world for him than this feeling. The feeling of having the entire world in his hands. The feeling of you needing him.

[yawnderu]

Punished — Miguel O'Hara x Reader

I need him carnally.

cw: angry Miguel, hatefucking, anal, deep penetration, p in v penetration, face slapping, spit as lube, fingering, vaginal to anal to vaginal, creampie, belly bulge.

"Puta madre. You were real close to disrupting a canon event." If his voice didn't make it clear just how angry he was, the way he held your knees to your chest as he fucked into you did, his suit disengaged enough only for his cock to be out.

"I'm sorry, I didn't—"

"No excuses." His tone was harsh, matching his thrusts as he pushed your body to its limits. His eyes closed as he hissed softly, nose scrunched up as your cunt swallowed him up entirely, sucking him in so tightly he could barely move inside you.

"Does me angrily fucking you like a bitch turn you on this much?" The only times you saw Miguel "smile" was when he was being sarcastic or a jerk, like right now. He knows just how much you're enjoying it, he can feel your juices drip down his balls as he slams into you, the squelching sounds filling his office as he rammed inside, his hand coming up just to slap you in the face before he went back to holding the back of your thighs.

"S-slow down, fuck..." You pleaded uselessly, knowing nothing was going to stop Miguel until he was done destroying your cunt. Yes, you made a mistake, yet that mistake could have disrupted a canon event. Miguel had to find a way to punish you, and this seemed like the perfect way to show you just how stupid your mistake was.

"These are your consequences, perrita." He said with a sarcastic smirk on his lips, his hand coming down to rub your clit as his dick kept going in and out of you. He pulled himself out just to ram himself all the way back inside, making you cry out in both pain and pleasure. He gripped the back of your thighs, keeping himself all the way inside your dripping cunt as he groaned, enjoying the way you're completely swallowing him up. He's loving seeing his cock dissappear inside you, just to see the faint outline of it on your tummy as he moves in and out.

"Estoy muy viejo para esta mierda." He muttered softly, pulling himself out of you as he slapped your cunt with the tip of his dick. With the way he was holding you, something else seemed really tempting. Testing the waters, he wets the tip of his dick with your grool, rubbing himself up and down your pussy before he lined up his dick to your asshole, pushing in with surprising gentleness.

"Miguel—" You tried to protest, tears rimming your eyes at the feeling of his fat cock starting to stretch your ass.

"Cállate." He said, though his words didn't have any bite to them for the first time. Miguel was way too focused on your good your ass felt, so tight and warm he had to resist the urge to cum, feeling his balls tighten slightly. He hissed as he was able to get the tip inside, spitting into your ass to coat his dick and use that as lube.

"Dios mío..." He growled out, his eyes closing as he bottomed out inside your ass. Miguel's cock never felt this good. He gave you time to get used to the stretch before he started moving slowly, feeling your tight hole swallow him up as he began speeding up, his meaty thighs slapping against your plump ass as his hands grabbed your hips, using your own body to fuck into you.

"This is what you wanted all along, isn't it, mutt?" He asked teasingly between clenched teeth, his fangs coming out as his groans got louder. He was able to slam himself into you once your ass was able to get used to his massive shaft.

"Fuck... yes, Miggy." You bite your lip, moaning as his cock kept hitting every single sensitive bundle of nerves inside your ass. Your pussy was dripping wet, arousal slipping down to your ass as a circle of cream started forming on the base of his shaft, making him let out an amused chuckle. Two of his fingers came down to your cunt, teasing the entrance before they went inside you, making scissoring motions as he fucked your ass. He could feel his dick with his fingers, the thin layer of flesh barely separating the holes, yet it made it all more exciting.

"Good fucking girl." He praised between throaty groans, his fingers doing God's work inside your pussy as his free hand held your thigh, slamming into you deeper and faster. He was close, yet he didn't want to waste his cum in your ass. No, that'd be horrible. He kept pounding your abused hole, hissing as a he shoved himself all the way inside before pulling out, his free hand rubbing your clit as he slammed himself back into your cunt in one go.

"Fuck, fuck—" his hips stuttered as he sloppily thrashed inside you, pushing himself all the way inside before he filled you up with a loud groan. "Yes, yes, take it..." He growled out, completely pussy-drunk as he kept getting milked by your tight cunt.

[mysicklove]

𝐃𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐀𝐘𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐔𝐁𝐒

With: Tanjiro Kamado, Zenitsu Agatsuma, Inosuke Hashibira, Kyojuro Rengoku, Tengen Uzui, and Giyuu Tomioka

Warnings: Fem/AFAB! coded throughout, but some of them can be read as gn! oral (m! recieving), crying, mommy kink, overstimulation, tit sucking, mentions of toy use, hand jobs, edging, sensory deprivation, feather use, leg humping,

A/N: I wrote this really poorly. well.

𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐉𝐈𝐑𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐀𝐃𝐎

- Puppy boy istg.

- Listens so so well. But struggles when you tell him you’re going to focus on him only. He just wants to make you feel good too :( 

- Heavy eye contact. He wants to make it as intimate as possible. So, he is pawing at your hand the entire night.

- The second your voice turns into a purr, he’s hard. It’s like a switch, the second he hears it, he swears he begins to feel more light, excited that he doesn’t have to think anymore. He will get taken care of.

- Clenches his teeth and groans more than moans. But when you overstimulate him he’s full-on whimpering, tears in his eyes while he tries to move away from your hold

- Fav position is missionary. Likes it when you trace your fingers on his face. That or eating you out. He gets hard just by hearing your noises.

- Best punishment would be to make it the least intimate as you can. Like not looking at him, not praising him, just simply fucking him. Rough, quick, fucking that makes him so confused. He would cry and beg for you just to talk to him, and to please slow down!

“Hand. Hand, please!” He croaks, his back arching as he sweeps his own hand across the bed, searching for it.  

You obey without hesitation and he locks his hand into yours, gripping it fiercely. You pull away from his cock, red and twitching in your mouth. “Shh, Tan, relax my love. Want you to feel good.”

You begin to pepper his thighs with soft kisses, and small bite marks. He preens at the feeling and his thumb rubs the back of your hand. “Sorry. Feels so good. Love you so much,” He murmurs, craning his head to look down toward you. His eyes are hazy and he wears a small smile.

You smile at him and press a kiss on the tip. His breath catches and he flinches. “I love you too. Now try to stay still, yeah?” He nods frantically, and your mouth returns to his cock.

His legs tremble as you take him fully and he has to hold back from bucking up into your mouth. Hes trying his best even if it’s so hard to do. He just can't disobey your rules.

𝐙𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐒𝐔 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐀

- This man makes me go feral istg

- type of man who begs and begs for your to touch him, but when you do he shivers and twitches because it’s wayyy too much for him

- MOMMY KINK!!! Wants to be taken care of so badly, wants to be “mama’s good boy.”

- Gets turned when you begin to trace your finger over his clothed body. You can’t do it in public, because almost instantly he becomes a desperate, begging mess.

- Mostly cries and whines. Every touch on his oversensitive body makes him cry and shake.

- Lovesss sucking on your tits while you stroke him. He gets less embarrassed about his cries when they are muffled into your skin. the tears are not hidden at all.

- Literally sobs and clings to you the second you mention a punishment. But overstimulation tears him apart with his already sensitive body. It’s honestly hard to do it because he is squirming away, crying, and begging you to stop. 

- He doesn’t get punished very often.

Zenitsu scrambles into your lap the second you call, playing with his fingers nervously, a small smile creeping up on his face. Your hand makes his way to his boxers and he jumps when feels your touch, head falling on your shoulder. “Do you want mommy to touch you, Zenistu?”

“P-Please mama. Want it, want it so badly,” He mumbles into your neck, while he tries not to move so much when you begin to trace the outline of his cock.

“Were you a good boy for me?”

He pulls away instantly, nodding his head frantically. “Was good all day! Please!” His eyes begin to water, and you wipe away the loose tears.

“Such a crybaby.” You tease, and he nods his head, pout on his face, as he sniffles. “You wanna suck on my tits?” You say, while pulling his cock out of his boxers. He shivers at the cold air but nods, already trying to tear your shirt off. 

“So needy.” You coo and he whines, turning red in the face, but still trying to get to your breasts.

𝐈𝐍𝐎𝐒𝐔𝐊𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐀

- Such a pretty boy, but god he is a lot of work

- Not necessarily brat-taming, it’s just that he seems to never calm down. Gets so worked up over everything.

- Its either he’s a maniac or he is so deep in the subspace he can barely talk

- Use toys!!! Get him off a couple of times beforehand and he should be a lot more manageable.

- Would never admit it, but when you command him to do things it turns him on. The second he hears your scolding he gets so jittery.

- Huge praise kink, but cmon we already knew this. Loves when you compliment everything about him

- Really into kissing. He was horrible at it in the beginning, but you’ve trained him well. So his fav would prov be when you ride him, while he sits back on the headboard. It works well for both of you bc he can easily kiss you, and you have more control over the pace. (you have revoked his opportunities of setting the pace, he goes way too hard)

- Tries to hold back his moans, but after you praise him enough he lets them slip by. They are lower and gruffer in the beginning but as you progress they get higher in pitch.

- Punishments would be humiliation biased. Put him in frilly outfits or simply just degrade him and he’s begging for forgiveness so quickly.

“Quicker, underling!” He manages out, the tips of his ears burning, and his breaths coming out in heavy pants as you continue to ride him. You have stopped him from bucking up into you multiple times now.

Your eyes flash toward him in a warning. “Inosuke.”

He gulps and looks away while continuing to gently hold on to your hips as he lets you continue your administrations. “...Sorry.” He mumbles, blushing from the effect of your stare. 

His hands begin to twitch on your hips and he has to hold back from digging his fingers into them.

You peck his lips, “‘S okay. F-Feel so good Inosuke. Doing such a good job holding back!”

The feral grin appears, even with the blush coating his skin. “Of course! G-Give me a kiss. Oh. I-I deserve an award!” His eyes threaten to roll back when you begin to grind on his lap. But of course, you oblige, as you press your lips to his. 

His laughs turn into long drawn-out breathes.

𝐊𝐘𝐎𝐉𝐔𝐑𝐎 𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐎𝐊𝐔

- ANOTHER PUPPY BOY

- But unlike Tanjiro it’s sometimes hard for him to listen. He wants to, but he also really really wants you but sometimes it’s just so hard to obey

- Lots of rope play because his body likes to jerk sporadically at touches. Always gets so embarrassed and apologizes so much.

- He gives you so many pet names it’s adorable

- So so so polite. Everything is “yes please.” and “thank you so much!” even if you are punishing him :( he just savors every touch.

- Kissing his neck is what immediately gets him hard. He always flushes bright red, before gripping at his pants, half whining, half whispering your name.

- Def is a moaner. Not super loud, but he loves to show you how good you make him feel. Def very vocal in telling exactly how everything feels. Makes it very easy to find his pleasure points lol

- Lovesss praise oh my god he gets so happy it’s so cute

- Really likes it when you jerk him off while he’s on all fours. Makes him tremble and push his face into the bed while trying to fuck your hand

- Doesn’t get punished very often but when he does it’s edging. He really struggles on holding back, so if you edge him a couple of times he loses all coherent thoughts. His body is just jerking upward, searching desperately for your hands.

- Poor baby

“Thank you! Thank you!” He chants into the pillows as his hips begin to move forward, looking for your half-closed hand. The second he finds it he groans and drills himself into it. You smile when you hear the noises fall from his mouth combined with the lewd squelching noises from the lube on your hand. 

“My Kyo, always so polite. Does it feel good, love?” His head slams into the pillow with the intensity of the nod and you hold back a giggle. He was always so enthusiastic.

“Feels so good! So good! T-Thank you so much!” The words begin to come out more frantically when he feels your hand moving back to meet his thrusts, making the pleasure more intense.

Suddenly you pull away, and Rengokus continues to thrust into the air, still searching for your hand. A frustrated whine falls from his lips and he turns back toward you, trying his best not to pout while his cock is still throbbing. “Don’t you think you should earn the privilege of fucking my hand, Kyo?”

You watch him try to hold back a whine. His hands clutch at the sheets and his eyebrows are all furrowed. But still, he manages to smile for you, and says, “Of course!”

𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐔𝐙𝐔𝐈

- King.

- A bit of a pillow princess in bed or a teasing piece of shit. No in-between.

- Leans up against the headboard, smirking down at you, while he is completely bare. Just loves to flaunt his body for you.

- Speaking of his body, he is SOOO sensitive. I’ve said this before but he literally can cum from just you playing with his nipples. I’ve seen multiple ppl talk about him with nipple piercings, and that is even better.

- So yes, use his body to the best of your ability because with all his talk, in a matter of seconds, he turns into a squirmy mess trying to tear away from your merciless hands.

- Tie him up!!! Very very good way to get him to shut up. Plus ropes just look so pretty on his skin.

- Tries to get you mad. Enjoys punishments. Loves how much attention he gets when you put him in his place. But it’s strange, cause he is not necessarily a brat. So he goes out of his way to get in trouble

- Hate to say it, but one time he was really pissing you off, so you slapped the shit out of him. He got so unbelievably hard, and his face turned so red. It was cute really, if you weren’t so mad at him.

- Since he gets punished so often, he’s a beggar. Pleads and cries tear at his throat, as he trembles. If it gets too far the moaning and whines turn into hiccuped sobs.

- He has many different punishments, but the one that you use when is really bad is sensory deprivation. Tie him up, put a gag on him, cover his ears, and put a mask on him, and just begin to ever so gently either rub your finger on his cock, or use a feather to toy at his sensitive nipples. He’s gone after only five minutes of your teasing.

- Definitely have to have tons of nonverbal safe words and heavy aftercare!!!

His body jerks against the restraints again. Every time he seems so close to tearing the ropes, but nevertheless, he still remains trapped. You sit on his lap, watching with a smug smile at the sight in front of you. Muffled whines come through the gag, and you frown at the tears streaming down his face.

But you ignore them and grab the feather once again. This time placing brushing it against the head of his cock. He jumps again, pulling at the rope, and you giggle. 

He was so sensitive in the first place, but now with all of his other senses gone, all he can do is sit there and wait for your touch. But all of it was so teasing, it made him lose his mind.

You mouth begins to leave kisses along his stomach and continue up to his chest. He whimpers when he knows exactly what’s going to happen. You press your mouth to one of his nipples and his back arches, a muffled scream tearing through him. He’s shaking his head back and forth, trying so hard to tear your mouth off of him.

You bring your hand up to the other nipple and he squirms so immensely that you almost got knocked off of him. You watch his cock begin to twitch, and his cries begin to pick up. And after such little time, he cums only from his nipples. Of course, the orgasm viciously tears through him, and he’s sobbing into the gag, but still, he did so well for you!

𝐆𝐈𝐘𝐔𝐔 𝐓𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐎𝐊𝐀

- Another pretty boy!! I would love to ruin his stoic face. Instead, stain it with tears and have his mouth hang open adorably.

- It was so hard to bring up sex, let alone have it, so it took a lot of work to shape this man. 

- Originally would just sit completely still while you jerked him off, closing his eyes like he was in pain, and you’re like ??? You like it right? And he looks at you so confused, like yeah of course he does

- Didn’t know he was supposed to make noise. He shut his eyes and gripped the sheets to try to focus on trying not to make a sound.

- Once you encouraged moans, oh god this man gets so loud. Moans so loud, and throws his head back so dramatically, he could be a porn star. 

- Ive said this before but he has the prettiest pink cock and his nipples match it perfectly. Makes you want to put hickeys all over it.

- Gets turned on at like the worst possible times. It’s really cute, but you’ll be explaining a mission to him, and out of the blue, he’ll be like “Im hard.” and begins to drag your hand to his cock. .

- Like i said, moans alot and loud. When he gets super close to his orgasm, his moans begin to turn into chants. “Oh god. Oh fuck. Im going to cum. Fuck. fuck. Please!” it's quite cute how delirious he gets when he chases an orgasm. Has the prettiest orgasm face.

- Would stare at you with the most disgusted look if you even mentioned the word punishment. Does not get why anyone would want to do something they don’t like.

- That being said he hates (loves) it when he has to get himself off. Make himself jerk off in front of you and then right when he is going to cum tell him to move his hands and he always pulls away so quickly, sitting there while his hands tremble and thighs squeeze together. Or tell him to hump your leg and he gets so adorably whiny.

“Giyuu Im doing something right now,” You sigh, not looking at the man who just crawled into your lap—trying to ignore the feeling of his hard-on moving against your thigh as he tries to hump you.

He mumbles out, “I’m hard” with a small dramatic whine to try to get you to pay attention.

“I can feel it, baby,” You say, still not looking at him. At this, he pouts and rests his forehead against your shoulder.

“Wanna cum. Please fuck me.” 

“Not now.” He whines loud and prominent and it spurs on his frantic humping. Takes it upon himself to cum by himself if you were being so mean. Casually glancing at him when his face begins to turn all red when he starts to peel off his clothes until he is bare on your lap. 

Gets so into the thigh humping, not even realizing he’s mumbling things like, “Yes. More, cmon. Gotta go harder!” and you just sit there trying to coo while he slowly loses himself on your thigh. It doesn’t help that he is so loud. How are you supposed to work when his high-pitched moans are directly in your ear? And the second you help him push his hips forward to better grind on you, he’s a goner. Lost in his own world, while the cutest noises fall from his lips.

[heartsatoru]

Taking what’s not yours

english wasn’t my first language so excuse any mistakes in the writing or smth 😭

WARNINGS!!! dead dove: do not eat. dub/ con dacryphilia, rough sex, hair pulling, virginity loss, deepthroating, dumbification. name calling, fem reader, p in v & other stuff that I forgot 💀

You stay at Yuji’s dorm for the night, but Sukuna decides to play with you before Yuji gained control of his body again.

You staying over at Yuji’s dorm for the night and cuddling with him was nothing out of the ordinary. Your body on his, face nuzzled in his neck, while his arm is wrapped around your back, caging you to him. The smell of him always comforted you as you dozed off into sleep. It’s no secret that both of you have a thing for each other. However, both of you chose to ignore that very obvious fact for whatever reason, even though friends, and even teachers (mostly gojo, teasing you) would ask you when you two would start dating. But you didn’t know how to respond because such a sweet, gentle boy having a crush on you was unbelievable to you. How did you get that lucky?

But Yuji thought he was the lucky one. He loved hanging out with you, going to the movie theaters and watching stupid movies nobody else would watch with him. Yeah, you also thought they sucked and teased him for it, but it was worth it just to see him smile. Going out with him always meant a day full of laughter because of all the stupid things he did and said, which you adored about him. Even missions were fun with him

Obviously, there was always the threat of the ancient curse harming you when he was let out during missions. Such a malicious curse inhabiting a sweet boy like Yuji never stood right with you. You kinda felt sorry for the boy.

But the weird thing was that whenever Sukuna swapped with Yuji to exorcise a curse on a higher grade than both you and Yuji combined, he never even attempted to hurt you.

Of course, there were the occasional threats of gouging your eyes out whenever you had the nerve of looking him in the eye, but besides that, he was almost.. gentle with you?

Yuji also always seemed to be having an internal battle with him too whenever you were around. His cheeks always flushed red as he furrowed his eyebrows while he argued with the curse. You kinda of did want to question him about it but maybe it was a sensitive topic, so you just shrugged it off. Whatever.

But right now, all you could focus on was cuddling with Yuji. You can feel the sense of happiness that always seems to be on him, giving you a sense of security. Your entire body was on his torso and thankfully, you weren’t too heavy for him. You wrapped your arms around his one arm, soon following your legs, slightly wrapped around his lower arm, resting his hand near your inner thigh. Your head was on his upper chest, listening to the rhythm of his heartbeat. A small smile crept up on your face, before finally dozing off to sleep. Safe and secure, in his arms…

Until something didn’t feel right.

Something in the air changed.

Something in Yuji changed.

The difference was enough to make you yolt out of your slumber, sweat droplets starting to form on your forehead and chest, before you notice Yuji’s hand coming up to your face.

A deep voice spoke, and you immediately recognized the terrifying voice.

Ryomen Sukuna.

“Scream and I’ll kill you.”

You could feel your heart drop to your stomach at those words. All you could do was pathetically whimper, as you nod your head slowly in compliance, tears forming in your eyes.

You knew you were much weaker than Sukuna. He could easily snap your neck in half at any given time, so fighting him wasn’t even an option.

“That’s my girl.. just be good for me and we’ll both get what we want. Though, i’m sure the brat will wake up in no time.” He responded, leaning near your ear as he held a sly grin on his face.

Then, you felt it.

You felt the hard outline of.. something pressing onto your lower back. Eyes widening in shock, you try to squirm your way out of his grasp as he places his hand over your warm, clothed cunt, relishing it’s heat.

“Fuck..” He groaned, slightly throwing his head back as you continue to squirm on his boner.

“Y’know you really aren’t h-helping your case, right? Such a dumb girl. I haven’t even ruined you yet.”

He sat up & sat you on his lap to have better control of the situation. He watched your futile attempts to escape in amusement, almost mocking you.

Looking down at every curve of your body, the curse started anticipating how it would be like just ruining you. How fun it’ll be squeezing your hips as he ruthlessly ruts into you. Leaving hickies scattered all over your body, claiming you as his.

“Mmmnh—no!! s’kuna—!!” You pleaded, being muffled by his hand over your mouth. You frantically scratch at his hands, despite the growing wetness on you heat.

He chuckles at your struggle. “You’re being awfully loud. Do you want other people to hear us?” He mocks, while he starts kneading your clothed cunt getting you as wet as possible to better able to slide into your virgin pussy easier.

“Nnn—mmmgh.. pleashhhmm..—-!” You cry out. You were a virgin. Was he actually planning on taking this any further? You couldn’t possibly have your first time be with.. him. Tears start to fall down your face & drool coats the hand muffling your cries.

A cocky grin appears on his face. “Don’t worry, you’re doing so good for me. Keep this up and I’ll please you real good, yeah?” He says, smirking against your neck.

Your hips start to thrust up to his touch, begging for him to touch your bare cunt. Your wetness was starting to seep through your panties, making you feel ashamed of yourself. But fuck, you were so horny that it started to ache. You wanted needed him so badly.

You place your hand over his hand that’s kneading your cunt, applying pressure to it shamefully trying to please your needy cunt, much to his surprise.

“Atta girl. Although, I didn’t expect you to be such a slut.” He mocks.

He tugs on your shorts before asking you flirtatiously, “You wanna get rid of these? Yeah? How’s that sound?”

“Nn..mmm..nnoo.. smtop..!” You whimper out, nodding your head no. You didn’t want him to see how badly your cunt needed him, despite you begging him to stop.

Completely disregarding you answer, he swiftly discarded your shorts and panties in one quick motion. You try closing your legs in shame & embarrassment, but to no avail. Sukuna forced your legs wide open, admiring the way your wetness glistens in the moonlight peaking through the window. The cool air on your wet cunt made you shiver, as you squeezed your eyes shut, throwing your head back at what’s to come.

“Dripping wet already? You need me so badly, don’t you?”

Muffled babbles came from your lips. Your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and your eyes followed Sukuna’s hand as it travelled lower and lower.. You watched as he roughly shoved a finger into your soaking cunt, feeling the way your walls seemed to suck him in. Lewd squelching sounds came from between your legs as your own wetness began covering your inner thighs. But that wasn’t enough. You began thrusting your hips up, craving more of his addicting touch. He pushed your hips down forcing you to stay still, leaving him in control of your pleasure. Hitched needy breaths frantically came out of your nose making you feel all flushed and hot.

His finger curled hitting all the right spots as he thrusted in and out of you, sending electric waves through your whole body. You wanted to deny this euphoric feeling but your walls kept clamping around him as he viciously hit your g-spot over and over again, and you just couldn’t bring yourself to stop. His other drool-soaked hand left your mouth, making your moans hard to keep quiet. Sukuna’s hand drifted off onto your cunt, rubbing your bud while his other hand continued thrusting into you rougher. He inserted a second finger, making a scissoring motion as he stretched you out.

Oh my god. His fingers felt heavenly. Your eyes rolled to the back of your skull as you begged him to stop through broken sobs. What would Yuji think of this? Just imagining his reaction makes you feel awful about yourself. You weakly claw at his hands working at your cunt as an overwhelming feeling starts to build up at the core of your stomach.

“P—please!! ‘Kuna.. you c-can’t—h-hah.. Yuji.. he’s gonna..- Ah—!” Your sentence gets cut off at a new feeling on your cunt.

A mouth formed on his hand. Licking between your folds, thrusting in and out along with his fingers. It was all too much. Uncontrolled sobs leave your lips as tears of overstimulation trail down your face. You looked down at your cunt, watching all the chaos unfold.

Loud slurping noises filled the room, as your legs began to tremble. Juices fell out of your cunt and onto your ass, only to be licked up by Sukuna again. He wouldn’t dare waste a single drop of your essence. Not when he’s been craving you for this long. But this was too much for you. His mouth sucked on your small bud, making you arch your back in pleasure. He continued eating your pussy like a starved man, leaving you to grip the sheets trying to keep yourself steady. All of this pleasure was making you dizzy.

“Hmm? What was that you were saying?” He teased, admiring the tears trailing down your prettyface.

You couldn’t do anything but let out pathetic sobs and whimpers. You lean your head back again and he took that as an opportunity for his lips to litter dark hickies all over your neck. This combination of pleasure was completely foreign and overwhelming for you. You could even feel Sukuna’s clothed brick-hard cock on your ass. The tension in your stomach was building up, fast and strong.

Sukuna took notice of this, with how your walls seemed to clamp around him. He looked down, his head over your shoulder, watching your hips desperately bucking at his movements as his tongue vigorously lapped over your labia, then circling your clit. He started mercilessly thrusting harsher and deeper into you, making you roll your eyes so far back, you swear you’re seeing stars in your vision.

“Feelin’ good?” He groaned, looking up from your neck to see your pretty tears fall on your face.

With a loud cry—-a cord snapped inside of you. Your juices squirted all over his hands as you gasped for air. He watched you squirt on the sheets & on his hands until you’re finally done.

“You taste sweet, y’know that? Here, have a taste.” He says, removing his hands from your overstimulated cunt. The hand with a mouth on it cups your face, his tongue slipping between your lips. He was right, you did taste sweet. Your own taste mixed with his saliva flooded your mouth, as drool seeped down your chin. His mouth vigorously kissed you, and you struggled against him from a lack of air.

You swear you could feel his long tongue reach the back of your throat, before he finally ended the kiss with a string of saliva connecting you two. He left you cumming & gasping for air with just his hands alone. You couldn’t lie, that did turn you on. Your nipples hardened underneath your shirt as you came down from your high. But still, you wanted more.

You lean back against his chest, exhausted. For half a second.. everything felt oddly peaceful.

“Get on your knees between my legs.” He says abruptly.

“W-wha..?”

“You think me pleasuring you came without a cost? Tch. Please.” He rudely responds.

You quickly slid down between his legs despite your own legs being shaky. You met face to face with his hard, giant boner.

Holy shit. Just looking at the outline of his cock, you had no idea how that was gonna fit in your throat, let alone your mouth.

You put your hand over his bulge trying to fathom just how that thing was supposed to fit into you.

“Well?” He impatiently asked, snapping you out of your train of thought.

“Please me like your life depends on it. I don’t care if you’re unexperienced.”

You let out a shaky sigh, eyeing his massive size. Your heart nearly burst out of your chest.

Slowly lowering his pants, you could see the outline of his cock even better. The tip was oozing with precum, leaving a wet patch on his boxers. You pressed his tip with your thumb making his thighs clench under your arms in response as he hissed impatiently.

Hesitantly pulling down his boxers, his cock sprung out. Your eyes widened in disbelief. How was Yuji this big? Then you remembered. Yuji. This was his body. A wave of guilt hit you once more. Tears whelmed in your eyes again, as you began stroking his cock starting at the base. Licking his tip, you licked up all of his salty precum while swirling your tongue all around his tip. Drool seeps down to the base of his cock, lubricating his length for you. Your hands move down to pleasure and stroke his balls and base as your mouth worked its way down the entirety of him.

“Mmgh.. k..keep going. Just like that.” he groaned out in pleasure.

You start to gag around him. His length feels neverending. You can feel him start to reach the very back of your throat and you start to find it harder and harder to not gag.

But you couldn’t even deny the fact that you were getting wet once again. You put one of his legs between your legs, and start grinding your pussy on his thigh. Your clit dripped wetness onto him, but you didn’t even care. He could snap your neck and you’d still squirt all over him.

You started realizing how pathetic you were. You could easily cum off of his thigh alone. A virgin like you being this touch starved for the king of curses was almost comical.

Your moans around his dick sent vibrations all throughout his length, earning in some hearty grunts & curses of approval.

Finally, after what felt forever, you finally took in his whole length. You could hardly breathe. His thick, long cock made it practically impossible for you to get any air in your lungs. Nonetheless, you began to bob your head up and down, relishing the veins on his hard cock.

His breathing got heavy, as he tangled his fingers in your hair slightly pulling at your scalp. Your hands fondled his balls making sure to not leave a single part of his length unattended. Still grinding his thigh, your jaw began hurting from having to make room for such thick length.

He threw his head back, shutting his eyes as his adams apple bulged out. You look up at him for praise, before focusing back on pleasuring him like your life depended on it.

You could feel his cock pressing against the walls of the inside of your throat. That didn’t stop you though, that just meant you were taking in as much of him as possible. He could see the outline of his cock in your throat, turning him further on.

Your nose was all up in his pubes, as his smell filled up your nose. You could care less though. If anything, it just got you wetter.

You were licking & sucking him in all the right places, clearly by the way his cock was already twitching. But you were at your limit. You honestly felt like you were gonna pass from lack of air. He wouldn’t mind if you stopped to take one quick gulp of fresh air.. would he?

You slowed your rhythm before slowly lifting your head to take just one quick second to breathe.

A grunt of dissatisfaction left Sukuna’s lips. Gripping on tighter to the scalp of your hair, he pushed your head back down harshly onto his cock.

“Nggh—.. I’m not pleased. You seriously thought you could stop despite me not cumming yet? You’re too full of yourself, brat.”

He harshly yanked your hair up and down on his cock, thrusting his hips up into your mouth, facefucking you. Your drool coated your chin, his cock, & his thighs. The shock from his sudden action made you stop grinding on his thigh while he continued to make a mess out of you.

He forced your throat to make room for him, going deeper than you even thought was possible. Your jaw went limp as you hopelessly let him have his way with you.

His breaths started getting more frantic and erratic, signaling him being close.

Now this was too much. Sukuna’s pace only quickened as he reached closer and closer to his own release, completely disregarding your gags and whimpers. Your throat ached & you felt sore. You were honestly surprised there was no blood with how roughly he thrusted in and out of your throat. Your throat squeezed his cock dry, pushing him to release strings of white inside your throat before roughly removing himself from you.

Worn out, your head fell onto his upper thigh as you processed what just happened to you.

You could feel the cool wetness trickling down your throat, and into your chest. You started coughing up some of his cum, it being all to much for you to bare.

Sukuna looked down at you, displeased before using a hand to bring your face up & squeeze your cheeks together.

“Waste another drop and you’re dead.” He threatened.

You nod in obedience before swallowing every last drop of his salty, milky cum. Sukuna tilts your head up, swiping a finger over your chin and bottom lip, making you suck his finger & swallow all the excess cum that fell from your lips.

“Good. Doin’ so good for me, princess. Almost done with you.” He praised, while stroking your hair. Your cheeks flushed up at the sudden pet name, but you still felt.. wrong.

“Sukuna..” You hummed out, looking off to the side trying to avoid his gaze.

“Hm?”

“I can’t..-I can’t take anymore.. please bring back Yuji.. please!” You begged, with your tears falling onto his thigh.

“I don’t care what you do or don’t want. Do you even know how long I’ve been wanting you?” He snarled, wiping away your tears with his thumb before continuing, “Far too long. All because of that brat. You shouldn’t even be thinking about him right now, I’m all you need.”

In the blink of an eye, you were on your back with Sukuna over you while his hands ripped off your shirt, grabbing your waist. He ran his hands over the curve of your hips & waist, before settling back at your waist with a grin on his face. You flinched at his touch. His eyes scanned the curves of your breast, the tears still on your face with more welling up in your eyes, and just your beauty in general. He could hardly wait to ravage you.

You realized where this was going, and you knew damn well you weren’t prepared to enough to take in his whole length. Despite your concern, he spat on your cunt using his thumb to spread the wetness into your opening, lubing you up. He felt your cunt clench at this.

But Sukuna could see the fear you held with the way your lips quivered and your breathing became frantic, looking at him with doe eyes practically begging him to stop. “Might hurt a little, but you’ll be fine. Just lay there and look pretty for me, I’ll take care of you. How’s that sound, princess?” He reassured in a flirty tone.

“I.. uhm..” You didn’t trust him at all. The king of curses “taking care” of you? Please. Still, you reluctantly whimpered out a quiet “okay.”

Sukuna loved everything about the way you looked under him, especially how wet your cunt was for him. He was practically unraveling at the sight of it.

Sukuna’s hands travelled to your hips, grabbing them and slightly raising them off of the bed and aligning his tip with your entrance. You tried pulling your hips away, but he had a tight grip on your hips, holding you firm in your place.

You sucked in a breath, preparing yourself for the pain as he slammed into you, stretching your virgin cunt further than you thought was possible.

It stung like hell. You began scratching at his chest, begging him to pull out. Your cries fell on deaf ears, while he continued stretching out your pussy. You could barely form sentences because of how much you were sobbing and pleading.

He began thrusting into you, picking up a fast rhythm. Your moans of pain got louder and louder, filling the room with yelps and sobs. The man between your legs fed off of your cries and begs, losing himself in your cunt.

“N-noo—! Yuji!! Need h-him back!! Please, please!! H-hurts s’much!! I can’t—fuck!!”

“M-moaning another man’s name? Hah. How rude of you.” He grunted out, coldly ignoring your pleas.

You didn’t even care if you were being too loud anymore. You didn’t know how much longer it would take for the pain to turn into pleasure, but it was taking way too long. Despite how much you hated the pain, your pussy still clamped down around him, much to his approval. But fuck, you were still nervous as shit.

His tip kept repeatedly hitting your cervix, making a bulge on your stomach. Your tiny walls practically suffocated his girth, as he mercilessly kept getting rougher and rougher. He wasn’t kidding about “going to please you real good”.

Sukuna suddenly took hold of your hand, placing it on your lower abdomen saying, “You feel that? That’s me right there. I can’t believe his body is doing all of this to you. Adorable.”

Shit, he wasn’t kidding. His dick was bulging out of your stomach and you could feel him thrusting in and out of you. Your eyebrows furrowed every time he slammed into you repeatedly, over and over again, making the bulge disappear then reappear again. Sukuna was hypnotized by this sight, and you were whimpering right underneath him. This was new and scary for you.

Sukuna then grabbed both of your legs placing them on his shoulders, allowing him to go deeper inside of you at a new angle, finding your g-spot.

Your arms tried to reach him to scratch him, to get him away from you, but you couldn’t reach him and were left scratching at the air. A lewd expression came on your face, as your tits bounced at every thrust he made. Your moans grew louder and more frantic and slapping noises filled the room.

Sukuna groaned in ecstasy, as your body quivered from the quickly approaching orgasm you could feel in your abdomen. Every thrust he made, the pain was blending more into pleasure than pain, which made you bite your lip almost drawing blood.

“Mm-mmgh!! Yeah!! Right there ‘kuna!! Please don’t stop.. please please!! Feels so good.. so good! O-oh! I think im gonna— gonna cum.. H-hah..~” You cried out, looking up at him with a lust filled daze.

“Oh? Weren’t you begging for Yuji just now? What’s with the sudden change of heart?” He mused, feeling his release building up.

“N-no..! M’so sorry ‘kuna.. I wasn’t thinking! I o-only need you!! Only you can m-make me feel this good! Y-you were right..!” You moaned, as a sharp cry of pain left your lips with his nails digging into the flesh of your hips.

“That what I like to hear..” he snickered. Sukuna leaned down, while still violating your gummy walls, and placed a sloppy, deep kiss on your mouth. He hungrily devoured your lips while biting them in the process, making them bleed. Your mouth was filled with a metallic taste along with his spit, but you couldn’t get enough of it. His tongue continued to explore the cavern of your mouth, as you tried gasping for air. Your tiny hands gripped at his chest, and tried lightly pushing him away which only resulting in him deepening the kiss.

“Gonna…” He spoke into the kiss before ending it. “M’gonna breed you, pretty girl. Gonna fuck my children into you. Yeah? You want that? You wanna be my pretty little slut?”

He looked into your eyes, taking notice of how there clearly was not a single thought behind those eyes but him. Him and the way he so perfectly pounded into your pussy.

A fucked-out, droopy smile laid out on your lips before you responded “Mhmm… wanna be all yours.. please breed me!! Need you t-to cum in me please.. need your cum s’kuna.. so bad..” With that, you yourself reached your own climax. Your walls gushed around him, sucking him in as you squirted on his cock, drenching his thighs.

But still, he continued pounding into you throughout your orgasm. The continuous torture to your pussy quickly became overwhelming, as whimpers of pain and overstimulation came out of your throat. Your back arched, throwing your head back while you blabbered all sorts of nonsense. Drool seeped through your lips, and you were sure you looked insane.

“Ha-hah.. love..love you s’kuna.. love you s-so much! ‘M gonna be your slut forever a-and ever..” You blabbered on.

“Mmg—Hah, brat. No you don’t. You don’t even know what you’re saying. Got you stupid on my cock, huh?” He bullied, his voice laced with nothing but pure lust.

You eagerly nodded your head, barely even understanding what he said due to your fucked-out state, but you knew you wanted to please him with your response.

He intently observed your face as it twisted in pleasure and pain, and how pretty and sore your lips were as drool poured down the side of them. The bed creaked with every movement he made, ruining the sheets in the process.

Sukuna watched your squelching cunt pulling him back in, with a greedy look in his eyes. He kept craving more and more of you even as he got rougher, and it was driving him insane. Maybe you could be his forever fucktoy. Maybe then, he’d be fully satisfied. He then abruptly let go of your hips, grabbing your upper-back, pulling you close to him.

Your chest pushed up against his as Sukuna’s pace got even more animalistic. Your cum made a creamy ring around the base of his cock. His cock was practically splitting your frame in half while he savored how warm and soft your walls were,embracing him to you. His groans became breathless as he dug his face in the crevice of your neck, trying to suppress them.

You however, felt a familiar sensation building up in your tummy. The way his cock head was so perfectly petting your cervix was making you curl your toes in pleasure as well as building up a third orgasm. You didn’t know how you lived your whole life without being fucked so perfectly by Sukuna, but you didn’t wanna stop anytime soon. Your legs began quaking, as your sensitive cunt began twitching around his shaft signaling your release approaching.

“T-think.. think ‘m gnna cum.. o-oh..” You breathed out, voice shaky.

“A-again? Didn’t know I was making ya feel that good.” He groaned against your neck, planting a few scattered hickies on it.

With that, you both climaxed together. He filled your womb to the brim, milking his balls dry as he coated your red, soft walls white with his cum. There was so, so much cum that some of it fell out of you. You squirted on his cock, walls fluttering around him making a sticky mess on the both you. You felt swarm of butterflies fluttering in your stomach as you finished your orgasm, drenching everything underneath you. Your limbs went limp and he let you fall to the bed with a small thud beneath you.

He slowly pulled his cock out of your sore walls, as a soft sigh left your lips at the lost sensation before he took something rectangular out of his pocket and faced it towards your cum filled cunt. He spread your legs, watching his cum ooze out of your puffy lips, slick with your cum. You saw a flash getting your fucked-out expression in frame, and his seed in your cunt. But you were beyond exhausted and your half lidded eyes were threatening to shut, so you barely knew what was going on. Through your blurry vision, you saw his flushed face, along with his messy hair sticking in all directions smirking down at you.

“Good.. don’t worry about a thing, just go to sleep. I’ll take care of everything.” He commented, zipping up his pants as you began to lose consciousness, your chest still heaving.

“Left a surprise for the brat on his phone, too.” He chuckled, just imagining Yuji’s horrified reaction upon opening his phone in the morning.

Shit. You completely forgot about Yuji.

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can u tell I got lazy towards the end lmfao 😭 oml idk how to properly use commas too so sorry abt that 🙁 buttt apparently i have a really really high reading level so idk maybe im fine 🤷🏽‍♀️ I couldn’t tell if i wanted to type the fanfic in all lowercase or use proper lettering but oh well, too late now :33 ok bye ❤️❤️ wait I feel like i should reread this and add better wording and descriptions.. ehhh oh well what could possibly go wrong 🤷🏽‍♀️ ok bye fr this time ❤️ haven’t done my homework yet and it’s 10:01 pm.. fuck.

[guilty-pleasures21]

Neighbour's son Miguel

I might take a little longer to post the last part, just because a lot of things have been dumped on my shoulders this past weekend and I'm trying to clear things off my plate so I can breathe 😭.

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

Part 5

Part 6

Warnings: explicit descriptions of sex.

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Neighbour's son!Miguel who invites you over to watch a movie. You cuddle up together on his bed, your legs covered by the blanket. You'd pretended not to notice how he'd locked the door behind you and had asked him to leave the lights on because the darkness makes you sleepy - it wasn't a complete lie, but truthfully, you just wanted to be able to glance over at him and admire his handsome face. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who brushes his fingers along your side, his arm wrapped around you to hold you close to him. You twist your body around, slinging one leg over his, and bury your face in his chest. He holds his breath as you get comfortable, every muscle in his body tensed with anticipation, then he sneaks his fingers beneath your shirt. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose fingernails drag gently across your bare skin. One of his hands crawls up your back to the clasp of your bra and the other dips into the waistband of your shorts. Your body contracts as he begins kneading your ass and you involuntarily grind your hips against his thigh. He lets out a muttered curse as your knee brushes against his groin and you whimper shyly in response. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose entire body is heating up at the feeling of you grinding yourself against his thigh, the cute little moans and whimpers falling from your mouth making him go dizzy with arousal. You tilt your head back to drag your tongue along the underside of his jaw and he thinks he might have just lost consciousness for a second. You continue wriggling against him, trying to shuffle higher up his body so you can press your lips to his, but you keep losing your balance and just end up squirming against his side. “M-Miguel,” you whine, your voice rising a pitch in frustration, “take it off, cariño.” And again, a wave of pleasure washes over him at the sweet term of endearment. He helps you get your shorts off, pulling your soaked underwear off too, then tosses them both off the bed. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose eyes darken at the sight of your freshly-shaved p*ssy as you sit on his lap, waiting: you'd been expecting this. Or hoping for it, at least. He digs his fingers into your sides as he tries to stop his gaze from flickering to his nightstand -  to the drawer in which he'd kept the condoms he'd bought yesterday: he'd been hoping for this too. You bite your lip as you tug on the hem of his shirt, your body buzzing with excitement, then you pull it off. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose gaze fixes on your mouth, his head moving to follow yours as you lean over him and brush your fingers along his skin. You trace the outlines of his muscles, your palm gliding across his chest and abs, and he sucks in a breath as his stomach tenses in response to your touch. You smile. “This is why I wanted to keep the lights on,” you murmur softly, admiring the deliciously hard planes of his body. You lift your gaze to his, then wrap your arms around his neck and lean forward to kiss him. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who flips you onto your back, the two of you smiling and laughing in between tender kisses. He pushes himself to his hands, the muscles in his arms flexing, and you feel another stream of arousal trickle out of you at the sight. He runs a hand down your body, his dark hair falling into his eyes, his lips curled into the cutest, most shy smile you’ve ever seen on him, then he stops when he reaches the hem of your shirt. His gaze flickers back up to yours in question and you nod. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose mind goes blank at the sight of you completely exposed before him. You were so beautiful, so soft and so tiny beneath him. He brushes your hair out of your face, grinning at the thrilled expression you wear as you look up at him, then he lowers himself down on top of you. You wrap yourself around him as he kisses you, enjoying the feeling of his body pressing down on yours. You pinch the waistband of his shorts with your toes and he immediately starts shoving them down, understanding you perfectly. You tug the blanket over him when he settles himself back on top of you and take a moment to admire his features. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who's changed so much since you'd last seen him, but also, not at all? He still had the same full lips that had twisted down at the ends when he'd wanted to steer his bike at three, the same intense copper gaze he'd trained on Belinda when she'd tried to bully you at six and the same comforting warmth that had wrapped you up in his embrace when you'd had your last sleepover at eleven. He was your best friend in the entire world and now, you would know him so intimately, more intimately than anyone in his entire life would ever know him. And he would know you in just the same way. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who starts easing himself into you after stroking and licking you, his fingers and tongue teasing you to the edge of pleasure before pushing you over the brink. Neither of you had ever been with anyone before, but your inexperience didn't seem to matter when it came to the two of you: you were inevitable, after all - there was no way you weren't going to know exactly how to please the other. Miguel pushes his cock deeper into you and you let out a yelp as you squirm around uncomfortably. “Wait,” you request, your heart beating in terror at the thought that you might not enjoy your first time with him. You shuffle higher up the pillows, pulling yourself away from him, and he raises an eyebrow at you as he sits back on his thighs. You flash him a sheepish look, your messy hair falling into your eyes, and cautiously reach out to take hold of his cock. You swallow hard and then pose the question. “Is it okay if I … take the lead? I-I just … It … It kind of hurts … and I want you to go a bit slower.”

Neighbour's son!Miguel who barely registers what you're saying when you have your fingers wrapped around his cock like you do. He snaps his jaw shut and swallows down the saliva pooling there, then nods, not wanting you to feel uncomfortable. You were so beautiful, so sweet and so lovely, and he was thrilled that there would be no going back for either of you after this. You crawl onto his lap, your fingers gently pumping his cock to keep him hard, then you angle his tip to your entrance and slowly start sinking down onto his length. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose thoughts are consumed by how f*cking gorgeous you look; your eyelids heavy, your lips parted, your curls an unruly mess. Mierda, you were hot. Your lips stretch into a sudden, delighted smile and you echo back to him the words he hadn’t even realised he’d said: “I love you too, mi jellito.” You curl a loose strand of his hair around your finger, then brush it behind his ear. His eyelashes flutter against his cheeks as his brain goes numb with arousal and he digs his fingers into your ass as you begin moving your hips against his. A groan rumbles out of his chest at the feeling of your warm walls brushing against his length and he moves his hands to your thighs, helping you ride out your high.

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose brother has the absolute perfect timing. He knocks on the door just after the two of you have come down from your highs, you lying on your back again while Miguel holds himself above you. He’d lowered you back down after your movements had become erratic, your body too excited to keep up a steady pace, and you’d gladly let him take over, delighting in the rhythmic thrusts of his hips against yours. “Guys?” Gabe calls, jiggling the doorknob in confusion when it doesn’t twist open immediately. “Are you okay?” You exchange amused glances, the both of you trying to not burst into exhilarated laughter, then you yell back in unison, “we’re fine!” You hold your breaths as you wait for his response. Then finally, “hmm, okay. Mamà says dinner will be ready in half an hour. Are you guys coming soon?” “Yup!” you reply, at the same time that Miguel exclaims “yeah!” The both of you snicker softly, then tell Gabe that you’ll be downstairs in a minute. You drag yourself out of bed, pulling Miguel along with you, and the two of you giggle and kiss as you stumble over to his bathroom. “Oh! Wait, wait, wait!” you stop him, hands on his chest as he guides you towards the door. He quirks a brow in question and you carry on. “Do you need a new condom? Can you get condoms wet? Let me search it up.” You push past him to get your phone and his heart swells at how confidently you walk around his room, utterly naked and completely at ease in his presence. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel whose mother and brother can instantly tell by the flushed and glowing expressions you both wear that you’ve … been intimate with one another. Gabe keeps his gaze fixed on his plate throughout the entire meal, terrified that he’ll look up and make eye contact with one of you - because how could he possibly keep a straight face then? Knowing that the two of you had been … naked … and … and touching one another and ay, Dios, he had to stop thinking about it! He focuses his thoughts on the syllabus his professors had shared with him instead, running through the basic foundations of coding he’d learned already. Conchata slides another tortilla wrap onto your plate and flashes you a knowing smirk when you look up to protest. “So?” she asks, her tone laced with mischief. “How was the movie?” A nervous smile immediately tugs on your lips and Miguel lowers his head to try to hide the blush he can feel crawling up the back of his neck. “Oh!” you gasp, taken aback by the sudden question. What movie had you even been watching again? “It was … really great! I love that movie …” Miguel mutters an agreement, his brain working equally as hard as yours to try to recall what you were supposed to have been watching, but Conchata changes the subject before you can continue. “So, what are you guys going to do when Miguel goes back to uni? It’s only a year, so it shouldn’t be a problem, ¿sí? I mean, you’ve already spent almost a decade apart. Right?” You turn to Miguel, partly amused by his mother’s obvious concern for the status of your relationship, partly as terrified as her to find out his answer. 

Neighbour's son!Miguel who wears a determined expression as he replies. “Right.” His hand finds yours beneath the table and he grabs onto it firmly. He turns to face you, his eyes travelling over your sweet features, and his stomach untwists itself when he notices his anxiety reflected on your face. “I won’t leave you again, bombón.” You suck in a deep breath, the relief crashing over you, then you smile. “And I won’t let you leave me again, jellito.” You lean over to catch Gabe’s eyes, completely oblivious to his inner turmoil, and shoot him a conspiratorial look. “I have a few ‘Gabriel O’Hara promises’ that I need to cash in on that I think would help with this exact situation.” Gabe grins, breaking the tension, and the four of you continue laughing and joking as you enjoy your meal.

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[captain-hawks]

Do you write for aizawa? If you do, can you do him and reader having a cool drink on the porch/balcony after a hot day

shouta aizawa x f!reader

c: 18+ only, pining, (un)requited crush, misunderstandings, masturbation, shower sex, oral sex, unprotected p in v, cockwarming, creampie

SPICY SLEEPOVER WEEKEND — HEAT WAVE EDITION

When you brightly offered to come help tend to the garden Shouta had unwittingly inherited with his new home—the bright, unruly annual blooms seemingly appearing out of nowhere between one day and the next across the tiring expanse of landscaping in his backyard—he hadn’t quite spent enough time thinking through exactly what he was signing himself up for. 

It’s enough of a battle in and of itself to ignore the insistent tug of attraction in his gut whenever you pop into his classroom with a coy wave on his way to your own, the way you playfully hip check him in the lunchroom and carelessly lean into his space whenever you’re sitting side by side.

It’s enough of a challenge that he somehow has to look you in the eyes each morning as you pass one another in UA’s hallways, to pretend like he wasn’t furiously fisting his throbbing, leaking cock to the thought of you the night before.

—despite the goddamn golden band nestled on your ring finger.

He wishes you’d give him some room to breathe, a pocket of air free from the soft, floral scent of your shampoo.

(It’s always fucking wafting somewhere in his periphery as you bound into his space, smiling and laughing and batting your eyes like you’re entirely unaware of the way his balls immediately clench at the sight of your pouty lips.)

If Shouta was a better man, he would have turned you down when you insisted on helping him after you overheard him groaning about the mess of flowers. He would have made up an excuse about having already secured assistance elsewhere, would have paid an exorbitant amount of money to drag some poor sod at a local landscaping company to get it all done immediately.

(Even if you have a plant Quirk that makes you more than a little qualified for the job.)

If he was a better man, there are a lot of things he’d probably do—like stop fucking jerking off to the thought of you, for starters.

But Shouta’s not the selfless hero some like to make him out to be, at least not where you’re concerned.

And he almost made it through the entire ordeal, even after getting over the initial shock of the ridiculous excuse for shorts that you arrived in—at what point did shorts become underwear?—brushing off his raised brow with a shrug and offhand comment about the hellish weather outside.

(It’s not that you were wrong—it was terribly hot out.)

(Hot enough that he’d begrudgingly put on a pair of shorts himself, even going so far as to stuff his messy black hair into some semblance of a bun if only to get it off of his neck beneath the harsh rays of sun beating down on the two of you.)

He’d even bitten his tongue when you shrugged off your t-shirt and continued working in a sports bra, studiously placing his focus on the vicious, thorny tangle of the rose bush in front of him, rather than the tantalizing swell of your breasts.

It’s when you’re seated side by side on the small couch on his back porch drinking cold glasses of orange juice that Shouta finally accepts defeat, silently wishing he’d just burst into flames as you accidentally gesture a bit too enthusiastically and send half of your glass sloshing all over his crotch.

He’s probably sure that you don’t think twice about it, the way you immediately reach for the towel you’d been wiping off your forehead with to dab up the mess.

There’s absolutely, certainly nothing intentional about the way you unknowingly press down right on the outline of his rapidly hardening cock, letting the orange juice transfer from his shorts to the towel.

It can't be.

But he fucking blurts it out anyway, a little more roughly than he means to—

“Shouldn’t you get home to your husband?”

You pause, eyes going a little wide as you seemingly realize that you’re basically halfway to giving him a handjob, and you slowly raise your head, gazing up at him.

Then you look down at your hand, the one that stupid ring is usually on, the one that’s oddly bare at the moment.

And you fucking laugh.

You throw your head back and laugh until you’re nearly crying, and Shouta feels like he’s going to be sick. Maybe.

“I’m not married,” you tell him between the fit of giggles that continues to rack through you.

He stares at you, blinking.

“Or engaged,” you continue.

He still stares, and his dick is still embarrassingly hard.

“I’m single,” you tack on, just for good measure.

“What?” he asks, voice hoarse.

You waggle the hand that the ring is usually on in front of him. “I used to teach at a university before I transferred to UA, and I got tired of profs and students making passes at me. It just became a habit to keep putting it on every day.” 

“So you…” he trails off, a little dumbfounded with the neon-bright clarity that’s currently ricocheting through his stupid brain.

“Yeah,” you finish for him, understanding his train of thought and looking a bit sheepish. “I figured you weren’t interested, and I was ready to throw in the towel after today, honestly.”

At the mention of the word “towel,” both of you glance down, Shouta pinching the bridge of his nose at the little noise you let out when you finally see just how hard he is.

“Oh,” you say quietly, and he’s not quite sure if that’s a good or a bad thing—

(All of his doubts are quickly cast aside when you settle into his lap with the grace of a cat and card your fingers through his hair as he cups your face in his hands and kisses you until you’re both panting and gasping for air.)

(They’re basically forgotten by the time you’re gasping for him beneath the cool spray of the shower water, the sweat and dirt of the day swirling down the drain, your legs wrapped around his waist as he fucks you up against the slick tiles.)

(As you tell him how many nights you touched yourself to the thought of him while you suck his cock in the kitchen hours later.)

(He can only tired scrub a hand over his face and quietly laugh to himself as he wakes the next morning, his body curled around yours, his cock still nestled in the warmth of your cunt from the night before.)

(—and as much as he despises mornings on his days off, he knows, with sure certainty, that he’ll gladly rouse with the birds and the sun if it means he gets to hear your sleepy, needy moans as overnight cockwarming turns into morning sex while he fucks his cum back inside of you.)