#like it’s soooo fucked and i’m eating it up eagerly

[lesbianjackkline]

supernatural was soooo sick for directly paralleling dean taking his grief for cas, out on jack, with john taking his grief for mary, out on sam and dean. like what the fuck was up with that??

[anisespice]

“ the fuck-it list ” || hq! pt. 3

one || two

synopsis: there’s a list going around consisting of hot guys on campus that are deemed “fuckable” with theories as to what they’d be like in bed. it’s all fun and games until somehow your boyfriend ends up on this list. 

pairing: various x gn!reader [ osamu, sakusa ]

warnings: cursing, suggestive language, MDI. literally can’t be bothered to think of anything else, but feel free to let me know lol

notes: sooo i lied <333 i’ve decided to give suna his own chapter later on (srry suna lovers !!!!) i just wasn’t satisfied with how his was turning out, and it was the only roadblock delaying my progress soooo figured we’d just put a pin in his for now lol especially for those who were FROTHING for these two in particular (this for y'all ✨) hope you enjoy :)))

notes ii: nobody LOOK AT ME, this took me an embarrassingly long time lol. i’m not familiar with them, personality-wise, but i tried ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

notes iii: this one’s got atsumu written all over it LMAOOO

tagged: @daedaep69 , @ahahadumbo , @viktoryn , @mdsb , @ourgoddessathena , @ushygushybaby , @hyori2 , @lumpywolf , @fantasycantasy

“Aht-CHOO!”

The bowl of popcorn nearly flew out your lap when you shrieked bloody-murder, body in fight or flight from the abrupt sound happening moments before a jumpscare in the movie you were watching. Head on a swivel, you soon realized the culprit wasn’t a psycho-killer in a ghost mask, but your darling OSAMU with his lawnmower of a sneeze coming through your front door.

You exhaled, relieved, but scared shitless. After pausing the movie, you glared down the hall leading to the door. “Seriously? You had to do that with your entire chest?”

Osamu sniffled, then muttered. “…Y’supposed to say bless ya before scoldin’ at your sweet and thoughtful boyfriend, y’know…”

“Aw, bless you, my love. And, fuck you.”

The brunette snorted, no doubt rolling his eyes as he toed off his shoes. Coming down the hall to soon reveal his handsome face, illuminated only by the bright tv screen, Osamu held up a large plastic bag filled with something greasy and delicious as the smell traveled up your nose. He grinned smugly at you intently eyeing the bag. “Fuck me, huh?”

You immediately doubled down, waving your hands. “Waitwaitwait I didn’t mean it like that. I meant it as in…fuck you’RE so sweet and thoughtful, and I love you so much..?”

Osamu hummed, taking off his ball cap to place it on your head. Shaking it a little by the brim, he winked. “Nice save, darlin’.”

He made way for your inspace kitchen to get dinner assorted with you trailing not too far behind. Your eyes eagerly ate up the widespread of all your favorites displayed on the countertop, practically hanging off his back since there was barely any room for the both of you in the tiny space. Popcorn long forgotten, your stomach sang a symphony for some real food, Osamu saving you the trouble of eating instant noodles for dinner yet again.

And without you even having to ask him for any of it, too.

Your gaze eventually locked onto the former volleyball player, eyeing him up with a newfound hunger that he was quick to pick up on while he popped a piece of fried chicken in his mouth. Looking down at you with a raised brow he patiently waited for you to voice your thoughts, a boyish grin growing on his face as he chewed.

You blinked. He blinked back, then chuckled lightly. “We communicatin’ telepathically, or somethin’?”

“If we were, you’d know I wanna suck you dry right now.”

Osamu.exe—E R R O R.

Man straight up inhaled the little that was still in his mouth, hurling him into a fit of hacks as he turned away from the food to fight for his life at your sink. Coughing up what he could into the drain with you behind him hitting his back for support, you couldn’t stop the evil, little laugh from slipping out seeing this as a form of karma for the scare earlier. Osamu fixed you with a weak glare once he calmed down, reaching over to pinch your cheek. “A warnin’ next time, would’ya?…”

You winced, but mirth still swam in your eyes. “Your only warning would’ve been your pants around your ankles-”

“Oi, quit that.” He gently grabbed your jaw to squish up your mouth, though it didn’t repress the cheeky grin you wore. The brunette did his best to remain unfazed, but the flush across his face was evident, your words clearly effecting him. “…Jeez, at least ask me how m’day was before ya slut me out. Soundin’ like all them thirsty-ass comments floodin’ my socials all damn day.”

Osamu let go of your face to grab plates from your cabinet, leaving you standing there, dumbfounded. Pursing your lips, you crossed your arms with a raised brow. “‘m sorry…the what flooding your socials?”

He busied himself with fixing your plate, nonchalantly recalling the very incident that occurred the other day, “That dumb fuck-list or whatever, mixed up me ‘nd ‘tsumu in their little post. Had his ugly mug front ‘nd center, but had my name attached to this long-winded thread ‘bout me basically being better in the sack than him. Shit’s wild.”

“The fuck-what now?” Osamu handed over a healthy plate full of food, you absentmindedly took it but made no move to eat. He started fixing his own, acting as if he didn’t just delay your appetite with this information. “Y—…you’re joking right? There’s no way something like that exists.”

“Oh, t’s very much real. Read it with my own eyes,” he licked the spoon he used to spread sauce across his chicken. “What, ya sayin’ ya haven’t heard of it? Seriously?”

“You know I don’t care enough to keep up with the trends that go on around here. And with good reason, clearly. What’s even the purpose?”

He shrugged. “Beats me. But it’s got ‘tsumu givin’ me the silent treatment, so maybe it’s not that bad after all.”

“Pfft. He’s pissy because some random on the internet said you’re the better lay? How would they know?? You’re both happily taken, and I wish a bitch would.” You smugly declared, bringing your food to the living room.

Osamu grinned at your possessive tone, trailing behind you holding plate and soda cans in either hand. “Damn straight. But, wasn’t just some random, babe. We’re talkin’ millions.”

Had you not already gotten situated on the couch, you would’ve surely spilled food all over yourself. Jaw nearly to the floor, you blinked up at him, bewildered. “Nuh uh.”

“Yuh huh.”

“Holy shit.”

Osamu took his usual spot next to you, large frame nearly taking up most of the couch. With bellies empty, knee knocking against knee, and elbow nudging elbow, the brunette hummed contently as he soaked in his favorite atmosphere—Your voice, your warmth, you. Though too busy monologuing about the absurdity of such a thing going viral to notice his fond gaze, Osamu silently listened to every word as he began eating from his plate. Although, all that mushiness is soon pushed to the back of his mind when the next sentence fell from your lips. After you eventually found said post to see it for yourself, needless to say you had some…hot takes.

“How could someone write this and not cringe? I mean, I love you ‘samu, but a Dom? If only they knew how nervous you were our first time, it was so adorable.” You giggled, tossing some chicken into your mouth. “You are not that guy.”

Osamu’s chewing paused. Your laughter eventually died down.

You didn’t feel his stare earlier…but you were definitely feeling it now, Mr. Krabs. Suddenly, the same dread you got when anticipating a jumpscare resurfaced. A sinking pit in your stomach like a rabbit stumbling upon a fox—Cliché aside, you fucked up. And you knew it in your bones the second your eyes locked with his, void of fondness and full of hunger despite his plate being half-eaten.

He swallowed the bit in his mouth, then spoke. “Sure ‘bout that?”

You mouth moved, floundered even, but nothing would come out. And Osamu didn’t rush you either, if anything he gladly watched you struggle while he continued munching away. “I—..I-I mean..I was just saying. Because…y’know, you never…we never really-”

“Mm. Jus’ cause we usually take things slow doesn’t mean you can’t get a hole fucked into your mattress, sweetheart. Keep tryin’ ya luck, ‘nd ya just might. Finish eatin’ first, though. Ya gonna need your energy.”

SAKUSA couldn’t give a flying fuck about the list. He would literally walk away from someone mid-conversation if said topic got brought up. And don’t think that you’re the exception, either—Man parked and got out of his OWN CAR during the drive back to his place, refusing to get back in until you dropped the subject entirely.

“Omi-”

“No.”

“C’monnnn.”

“No.”

You giggled, “I won’t talk about it anymore, I promise.”

He had his back to you as you spoke through the rolled down, driver’s side window, trying to ‘pspspsps’ him back into the car like a stubborn cat. Sakusa knew he was being ridiculous, but he just couldn’t stomach anymore nonsense. Plus, there’s a bit of suspicion on his end whenever it came to talking about the accursed list—Sakusa saw it as a bad omen.

Anyone who talked about it within his circle, be it teammates or personal friends, miraculously found themselves posted up the following day like fresh meat on the market. Once he caught wind that not even taken people were spared from being thirsted over, his disdain merely amplified, as did his precaution.

“Baby, I’ll burn some sage back at your apartment to scare away the bad energy from my filthy words. Would that make you feel better?”

Sakusa huffed, looking over his shoulder to give you a good ole stank face—One you barely paid any mind to as you batted your lashes at him. He glitched. Had it not been for the mask he was wearing, you’d see the harsh flush that spread across his face. Too bad his neck was exposed, giving him away as you grinned knowingly. But, you weren’t about to distract him from the issue at hand, you temptress.

“Don’t patronize me. Besides, you didn’t say it at my apartment, you said it in the car. Would completely defeat the purpose.”

You blinked.

There was no stopping the laughing fit you fell into when his words eventually processed, borderline cackling. “I-I’ll sage the car then, how ‘bout that?”

The ravenette squinted, marching up to the car to stick his head in before pulling his mask down so you could see his heavy frown through your tearful hysterics.

“You’re laughing. You’ve doomed me to becoming targeted by perverts, and you’re laughing.”

“‘yoomi, PLEASE.” You wheezed, waving a hand at him for mercy. With a couple stuttered intakes of air, you did your best to pull it together. “Don’t you think…you’re being a little paranoid?”

Amusement colored your features when you made eye contact with the outside hitter. Sakusa rolled his, tugging his mask back on before re-entering the car. “We’ll see how funny you find it when we can’t be seen together in public anymore.”

“And why not?” You raised a brow, still giggly.

Sakusa buckled in, taking the car out of park. “Because. When I do get posted, I won’t be leaving the safety of my room until that shit gets banned.”

“Oh my god, honey, I promise. You’re worrying over nothing. If you were gonna be on the list, don’t you think you would’ve by now? I mean, c’mon, even Hinata got on it before you. Majority of your teammates did!”

“That’s exactly my point. I’m the only one left.”

The two of you continued a playful back and forth pretty much the whole drive, more so you teasing him than anything else. After a while, having had your fun, you gave it a rest much to Sakusa’s relief. “Can still burn some sage, if you want-” “You’re not funny.”

Your evening continued on as normal, him taking a shower while you busied yourself by looking for a show the two of you could binge. Although, even after the discussion from earlier had been dropped, your boyfriend’s words still echoed in the back of your mind like a mantra. ‘I’m the only one left.’

As much as you’d hate to admit, though never to his face, your over-suspicious companion had a point. Without the safety net of his more extroverted teammates being in the spotlight of rabid fans, what’s delaying the swarm of unsolicited desires now? Even with his sourtude, Sakusa was an attractive individual—The dark curls that frame his face perfectly, his piercing pools of obsidian that shred through you like paper, the beauty marks above his brow, his THIGHS. And those were just surface-level things.

Being one of the privileged few who’ve seen all layers of Sakusa, you couldn’t blame them for wanting to explore deeper into who he was beyond that cold exterior…in more ways than one. Who better to fill those burning questions than some horny randos with too much time on their hands?

But, he’s made it this far without issue, what’s there to worry about now?—*Bzzzzt*

You jolt slightly, the harsh vibration coming from the sofa table breaking you out of your thoughts. With a short glance at your phone, the lit screen revealed an incoming call from Sakusa’s cousin, Komori. You exhale a breath you didn’t even realize you were holding, reaching over to grab the device and answer it. However, as your thumb hovered over the green button, a small part of you couldn’t help but wonder…why would he be calling you?

You shook your head, answering the call before your mind could wander. He probably just wanted to catch up, make small talk. A smile graced your face as you happily greeted him, “Mori! Hi, what can I do ya for-?”

“Has he seen it?? Am I too late??”

You froze, blinking widely in stunned confusion. Your silence must have been loud enough for the man to grow more anxious, calling out your name to regain your attention. “Uh…has who seen what?”

Komori exhaled, in what you could only assume was relief. “Thank God…you sound blissfully unaware. That means there’s still time. You’re at his place, right?”

You blinked, eyes looking around as if he could see you.

“Kiyoomi’s? Yeah, I am. He’s in the shower at the moment if you were trying to reach him. Is everything okay?”

Now it was him who turned silent. You waited with bated breath, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt as you wracked your brain for every worst case scenario…but a small part of you already had an idea.

“It’s the complete opposite, I’m afraid.”

‘Kiyoomi Sakusa. 6’2ft of ?????. An enigma. We had to take our time this one. This tall, personification of a hand sanitizer bottle may appear to be disgusted and disinterested, but once you get past those disinfectant defenses of his…Lady in the streets, but a freak in the bed. Why else would he keep so clean all the time? It’s ‘cause he’s hiding an absolute FILTHY ANIMAL behind his mask (literally and figuratively) you cannot convince me otherwise. Definitely a Hard Dom, would degrade you for making a mess all over him even though he’s the one to blame; THRIVES when you get messy for him tho. Firm believer that he’d spit in your mouth, both as punishment and a reward. He won’t make much noise, you’ll think he’s doing taxes while deep in your guts, but just watch his face; homie is EXPRESSIVE. Aftercare could go either way, but he’d probably focus more on getting the sheets changed than cleaning you up. 7/10.’

You clenched the phone in disbelief, eyes watering due to the sexual word-vomit burning them the more you read on. It didn’t even take you long to find the dreaded post you were convinced would never manifest, refreshing the page multiple times just to confirm its existence. “Shit. I really did doom him to being targeted by perverts…”

“Huh??” Komori voiced. You merely brushed it off.

“Nothing,” you sighed. Taking the conversation out on the balcony in case Sakusa overheard, you had Komori on speaker as you attempted to do damage control. “Do the others know about this? Oh God, does Atsumu?? Knowing him, he’d surely jump at the chance to tease Omi with something like this.”

“Dunno. Just found out myself, and you were the first person I thought to call.”

You looked over your shoulder, peeking inside to see if the outside hitter was roaming around. There didn’t appear to be any movement, but there’s no doubt he finished showering by now.

Exhaling, you began sifting through your contacts. “We need to do whatever it takes to make sure he never finds out about the post. I’ll text everyone I know to help flag it down, but I’m not sure how long it’ll take before-”

“Who’re you talking to?”

Startled, phone nearly tossed off the balcony, you turned toward the sudden appearance of your freshly washed boyfriend, towel around his neck and adorned in lounge wear. Komori held his breath, as if he also were caught in the act even though he could easily escape with a mere press of a button. “Um…your cousin.”

“Okay, but…why’d you come out here? You wouldn’t have disturbed me if you took the call inside.” Sakusa raised a brow at your stiff posture, perplexed but concerned. “Something the matter?”

“No!” You winced at your own volume. His eyes widened slightly, making you nervously chuckle. Clearing your throat, you attempted to play it cool. “No, uh…just wanted to get some air while catching up with Komori, that’s all. W-why d’you ask?”

Sakusa squinted at you. “You’re jumpy.”

“J-Jumpy? Me? Uh.. that’s because…” Searching your brain for an excuse, luckily Komori had your back with his quick thinking.

“B-Because! We’re talking about the list! And t-they figured you wouldn’t wanna hear us, so-” SLAM!

Before he could even get the rest of the explanation out, Sakusa had already closed the sliding door. You and Komori shared a sigh of relief. You watched Sakusa’s back retreat into the living room as he sat on the couch, flickering around for something to put on to pass the time.

Just as suspected…still paranoid.

“That was close…”

“Super close. Think he bought it?��

You groaned, hesitant to take your eyes off him. “Won’t matter if he decides to check his phone at some point…”

It didn’t appear to be anywhere in sight, hopefully charging in another room. But, there was no point in wasting time worrying about that. You had some flagging to do. And as long as he had no reason to look at it, you’d be fine.

Sakusa, now bored with you occupied by something else, couldn’t help but to watch you longingly from the couch. You were speaking so animatedly, using your free hand to gesture, pacing back and forth. He frowned—How can that stupid list be more important than snuggling up with him? Yet another reason to hate it.

Exhaling through his nose he leaned back on the sofa, remote in hand as he looked for something to help pass the time. However, before he could get very far in his search, his phone rings.

Confused, he reached into his pocket. Instantly, his mood went from neutral to shriveled when he read the caller ID—Miya.

He had half a mind to ignore it, but knowing Atsumu he’d probably just keep calling until the inevitable happened with him turning up on his doorstep. Sakusa gave an annoyed huff, reluctantly answering the phone.

“Better have a good reason to be calling me this late, idiot.”

“Oh ho ho. Believe me, Omi-Omi. You’ll wanna see this.”

Back on the balcony, after the sixth time flagging the post for misinformation and harassment, you suddenly felt a shift in the atmosphere that wasn’t there moments before. Halting your frantic thumbs, you slowly looked up from the screen as a cold chill ran up your spine; something didn’t feel right in the force.

You weren’t sure what made you turn back to look inside the room, but the moment you did…it was like the world had gone into slow motion—Komori’s voice faded into the background as he called out your name, drowned out by the sound of your heart pounding through your ribs at the sight of Sakusa on his phone, face contorted into what could only be described as pure humiliation as he stared into the endless abyss while on his knees.

Probably should’ve burned that sage when you had the chance.

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[penny00dreadful]

Somebody To Love - Part 4

Hey so AO3 went down and that kinda sucked BUT it did allow me to get some writing done soooo... here you go!

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 AO3

The two children Steve had sent to replace him were god damn menaces.

Well, maybe not children but they were still so goddamn young.

And they didn’t let him get away with anything. Standing over him with their arms crossed and twin looks of disapproval on their faces like the god-damn Men in Black of babysitters.

He wasn’t, like, under house arrest or anything. He was still able to get his fix whenever he wanted. He was still able to drink himself into oblivion, but they didn’t handle him with as much care as Steve had.

He had numerous opportunities to go out and get laid six ways from Sunday as well but… he wasn’t really feeling it.

Though he refused to pinpoint why.

“You know, this would have never happened if you’d just show me the list.” Eddie crossed his own arms, trying to put as much petulant haughtiness into his tone as he could muster, lying where he landed in the grass of his back garden with his pants around his ankles. At least his underwear had stayed on.

This time.

How did he get there?

Didn’t matter.

That tree was out to get him. Fuck that tree. That tree was no longer his number two favourite climbing tree. It had been bumped down to number eight to go along with the tree that dropped an apple on his head like he was Newton and the tree that had covered him in sticky sap that took forever to get off.

The woman, Max, who perpetually had her red hair in a long braid down her back, cocked an eyebrow at him. “I don’t ever remember telling him he couldn’t see the list." She said with an air of nonchalance, looking over at her co-babysitter. "Do you, Dustin?”

“You know, I think you’re right, Max." Dustin matched her tone. "I think Eddie just assumed he wasn’t allowed to see it and ran with it.”

“Hey, fuck you, man." Eddie pointed up at him. "You're supposed to be on my side. Nerds of a feather.”

"I'm on the side of the truth. Like any good scientist."

"You're a babysitter."

Dustin shrugged. "And I have hobbies."

Max rolled her eyes. “Pull your pants back up like a good little boy and I’ll show you the list.”

“I could fire you on the spot, Red, don’t test me.”

She bent low, placing her hands on her knees so she was looming menacingly over him.

“Do it." She grinned down at him. "I fucking dare you.”

Eddie scoffed. "Whatever." 

But he did still stand, bucking his pants back up.

Despite everything he was loath to admit he really liked those two. They didn't take any of his shit and they treated him like a human person rather than some mythical celebrity they had to bow and scrape to.

He held his hand out expectantly.

“Oh, we don’t have it on us.” Max said, her eyes glittering with malicious glee. “It’s on the kitchen counter.”

“Fuck off 'it’s on the kitchen counter.'”

“No, it is.” Dustin nodded. “We put it there last week.”

“We’re keeping a running tally for how many times you’ve walked past it.”

“I think we’re up to fifteen now?”

Eddie did not stomp his foot. “That’s so not fair! You know I’m off my meds!”

“You’re off your meds because of the amount of recreational shit you imbibe. That’s on you." Dustin poked him in the chest. "Maybe if you were sober for five minutes you’d have noticed it.”

Eddie turned his back on them and started to make his way towards the house. They might have had a point as to why he was off his ADHD meds but Eddie was a stubborn fucker so he’d never admit it to them.

He snatched up the list that he genuinely only just noticed for the first time because it was pointed out to him and eagerly read through Steve’s recognisable handwriting.

It was a lot shorter than he thought it would be but also it kind of covered everything?

Make sure he keeps himself alive.

Don’t let him do stupid shit.

Don’t let him kill himself with:

Alcohol poisoning.

Drug overdose.

Some super fucked up STD.

Eating shellfish by accident again.

Chasing a balloon into traffic or whatever.

If you have to put him in a protective bubble, do it.

Max, if he gets mean, get meaner.

Dustin, if he tries to worm his way out of listening to you by claiming to be ‘cool’, remind him of the time he wore a plain black suit to the Met Gala-

“Okay!” Eddie shouted into the kitchen around him, slamming the list back down with a smack. “Low fucking blow, Steve!”

“I mean, it’s true isn’t it?” Max pointed out, pulling herself up to sit on the counter.

“Listen,” he ran a hand through his hair, keeping his volume high, “It was one time and it was my first Met, I was nervous, alright?! Plus! It wasn’t even a plain black suit, it was Chanel, hello??” He waved his hand around. “It had accessories??”

Dustin leaned his elbows on the counter and rested his chin in his hands. “Steve wore yellow.”

“Yes, I know Steve wore yellow-”

“He wore a beautifully cut little yellow suit with a cape and he wasn’t even there as your plus one,” Max smirked, “he was there as your assistant and he was still better dressed than you.”

“Alright-”

“Rhianna complimented him. Said great minds think alike.”

“She was in nothing but a cape so-” Eddie threw his head back in offence. “Whatever, good luck keeping up with me, children. I’m gonna go find some prawns or some scallops and you two,” he pointed at each of them in turn, “can explain my big fat puffy face to Steve when he gets back in a few days.”

Neither of them were even remotely phased.

Eddie was practically rattling by the time Steve was due to fly back in from… wherever he’d been. Even though he probably wouldn’t see him immediately.

Like, the guy had his own home to go to, his own stuff to get reacquainted with.

His own platonic soulmate to reunite with.

So why would he call over? Steve had his own life. He had no... no obligation to come see Eddie immediately.

And that was fine.

Eddie would see him tomorrow, more than likely.

So it was no big deal.

It was fine.

It had been nearly a month since they’d spoken. It was the longest stretch of time they’d gone apart in… Jesus nearly ten years?

And Eddie had handled it fine. 

He had been so normal about it.

It wasn’t like he’d been missing a limb.

It wasn’t like half his heart had been ripped out and shipped off on a plane to wherever.

Wasn't like he'd been thinking about Steve every day, every night, every spare fucking moment he had.

Why would he?

He was... it was all... everything was fine.

He was sitting in his basement studio, plucking a stream of consciousness on his guitar that sometimes crystallised into something coherent and sometimes was something that was stuck in his head.

He looked like a ratty mess, the same worn out pyjama pants and band tees that had been with him ever since he lived in a trailer park in rural Indiana.

They were comfort clothes more than anything at this stage.

His hair… he couldn’t be dealing with his hair right now, it seemed to be out to irritate him on that particular day. Every time a strand brushed against his neck or his cheek it made him want to crawl out of his skin. He’d yanked it violently up onto the top of his head, but each repeated, frustrated shoving of a stray strand back into the bun just caused more to fall out.

He was trying desperately to distract himself but his blood was itching for… something.

He hadn’t had a good fix in a while, he wanted to be sober and clear headed for when he saw Steve again but the heightened anxiety really wasn’t helping the situation. He didn’t usually get so twitchy when he was sober, but then again, he couldn’t really remember the last time he’d been actively trying to stay away from everything. 

And maybe that shocked him a little more than it should.

Maybe it scared him just the right amount.

But it could easily be a losing battle because there were hidden nooks and crannies everywhere in his house holding some kind of mind altering substance in them. Even on the couch in his studio he could probably reach down in between the cushions and pull out a baggy of pills he'd forgotten down there at some point. He didn’t even know what half the pills he found dotted around were anymore, they could be sugar for all he knew but they were there and they wouldn’t stop whispering to him.

He wasn’t even conscious of what he was playing. It was only when he realised he was muttering lyrics to himself that he figured out what was living in his brain and automatically spilling out around him.

Somebody (Somebody) Ooh, somebody (Somebody) Can anybody find me somebody to love?

Eddie softly snorted to himself, a little self deprecatingly. Oh, the irony, he thought, especially considering-

“That’s my favourite.”

Eddie whipped around to see Steve fucking Harrington leaning against the door of his studio.

He looked, well, there was no word for it other than glowing. His skin was darker, his hair a touch lighter, the dusting of freckles over his nose had exploded in volume and pigmentation and he looked good. He looked so good. 

More than that, it was like he’d brought the sunlight back with him because he’d clearly been somewhere sunny, maybe on a tropical beach somewhere. Somewhere that suited him as a person.

It was like the smell of the ocean entered the room with him.

“Stevie!” Eddie shot up from the couch, discarding his guitar a little carelessly before all but throwing himself at him, arms and legs wrapped around him, clinging on for dear life. “You’re back! You’re here!”

Steve stiffened up momentarily, unusually, before relaxing into it, holding him tight. “I’m here.” He muttered softly into Eddie’s neck.

“Tell me everything sweetheart, how was it? Where did you go? What was it like not to have to run around after an overgrown toddler such as myself-?” Eddie pulled away with a smile, back on solid ground but his grin faltered when he noticed Steve’s own smile had an almost sad tilt to it.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing’s wrong.” He shrugged off Eddie’s concern. “Went to Hawaii. It was a good time, I’d recommend it to you but I don’t know how well your skin would be able to take that much sun.” He laughed. It was almost performative. He wouldn’t meet Eddie’s eyes anymore. “Met some people. Had some fun. You know, vacation stuff. How were Dustin and Max, could they keep up with you?”

Eddie swallowed and tried not to let the cold wash of emotion completely pull him under. “You- you met some people, huh?” He was going for light. He really was going for light, but it came out just a touch too shaky to really pull it off.

“Yeah.”

“What kind of people?”

“I dunno, people. You know, vacation people.”

Eddie nodded and tried to shove everything, everything he was feeling far, far away. He had no right to feel so heartbroken, he didn’t.

Steve was… he deserved to let loose.

And if that meant meeting some people while away on vacation, that was none of Eddie’s god-damn business. After all, it was nothing compared to what he’d been doing to Steve for years.

“Right.”

Steve frowned at him. “What’s with the face?”

“What face?”

“That face.” He circled his finger around Eddie’s head. “You look like I just killed your dog.”

Eddie shook his head. “Did you find what you were looking for? Out there?”

There was a pause.

“I thought I did.” Steve crossed his arms. “I thought I had… escaped it, I suppose? But,” he sighed, “I think I know now it’s going to be with me forever.”

He looked up again, fixing Eddie with that same sad smile, like Eddie couldn’t see right through him, like he couldn’t tell. But how long had Steve been looking at him like that and how many times had Eddie not seen it?

Steve had thought he'd escaped him.

Or escaped his soul-crushing and unrequited love.

But was it even unrequited?

Last month Eddie would have been sure the answer was an unfortunate yes, it was unrequited.

But now he wasn't so sure.

The last month without Steve had been torture.

Steve had left on vacation to escape Eddie's effect on him, had met up with vacation people and thought it had worked...

Then he came back and...

Eddie needed to sit down.

He dropped himself heavily back down on the couch and put his head in his hands.

“Sounds like some kind of tragic love story.” He muttered into the space between them.

“Yeah.” Steve’s voice was soft. “I think it is.”

Eddie looked up at him, heart breaking in two just from how resigned to his fate Steve sounded and Eddie could feel it. He could feel it, like he knew, like he felt the same, like he’d been… for all this time…

“What were you escaping?” He asked, his voice smaller than he was used to hearing it. It was a dick question, it was a hard question to even get out but he had to know.

He had to be sure.

Because if he was sure then maybe…

Steve looked at him with his big sad eyes and his resigned posture and defeat written all over his figure. “Please don’t ask me that.”

“Stevie-”

“No. Please, Eddie. I… I can’t.”

“Why?” He pushed the word out into the air like it had personally offended him. “Why can’t you just talk to me about this? Why can’t you tell me? We tell each other everything. You’ve never hidden anything from me.”

Steve laughed, some cold, sad, biting thing. “Eddie, I've been hiding this thing from you for years.”

“But, please, Stevie, I need to know. I need you to tell me. Because, I don’t know. Maybe-” Eddie reached out, trying to grasp at Steve’s hand but Steve pulled back violently.

Like Eddie could burn him with just a touch.

“Don’t. Just- I can’t tell you, you know why I can’t tell you!”

“No, I don’t!” And Eddie really didn’t. Why was this so hard, why was it so hard for him to just… admit it?

“Because!” Steve stood in front of him, sudden and frantic, like a man who’d been clinging onto his last threat of patience and sanity and had just lost his grip, hands in his hair and staring at Eddie with wide glistening, pleading eyes. “Because I’d have to leave! I couldn’t stay if I did tell you! It would- it would be unethical and unprofessional-”

“Stevie, you know you’re more to me than an employee.”

“Yes, I do, but…” Steve deflated all at once, the very soul inside him crumpling under the weight of everything. “But what would happen if I did tell you?” He whispered, swallowing around a lump in his throat. “We’d try to continue on as normal but now there’s this thing hanging over every interaction we have from now until forever and you’ll start to get uncomfortable and it’ll be a thing. And you’ll never be able to look at me as just a friend anymore and I’ll get so distracted I won’t be able to do my job and I’ll have to go, for both our sakes and that would kill me, Eddie. I need you in my life like I need fucking air, as fucked up and infuriating as you are, I need you in my life.”

“But,” Eddie was making a valiant effort to will away the lump in his own throat. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d ever felt so unsure about something, like every word had the power to destroy if he picked the wrong one. Like everything around them was ready to shatter like a Prince Rupert’s drop if touched the wrong way. “What if that doesn’t happen? What if… what if we gave it a go…?”

Steve somehow slumped even more, dragging his hands down from his hair to cover his face, another laugh breaking out of his lungs that was clearly mingled up with a sob. “That would be even worse.” He murmured. 

“How could that possibly be worse?! Would it really be so bad to be in a relationship with me?”

“Yes, Eddie!” Steve hissed, glaring at him with red, shiny eyes. “Yes, it would! Because I know you. You don’t do relationships. Any ones you have had you’ve imploded before they go anywhere past semi-serious and I cannot do that. I cannot be given a taste and then just have to go the rest of my life without it because you got bored or self-destructive or realised it wasn’t what you wanted, that I-”

Steve abruptly cut himself off and dug the heels of his hands into his eyes again. “I can’t do it, Eddie. If I just became another notch… I don’t think I’d ever recover. It would destroy me.”

Eddie put his own head in his hands again, ignoring the jerking movements of his bouncing knee. The worst part was that he couldn’t disagree with what Steve had said about his attitude with people, about how he treated those he was with. 

He couldn’t even be angry or defensive about it because it was true. It was so true the both of them knew it was plainly factual, there was no point arguing.

Anyone he’d ever had a relationship with before, he’d either dropped once the shine had worn off, or shoved away using cutting words or sunk himself so deep into drugs and alcohol it was a miracle Steve had ever been able to drag him out.

Because it was always Steve dragging him out. It was always Steve listening to him bitch and moan about how love was for fantasists, no one was ever happy in relationships, having to cut themselves down by half to accommodate someone else, how he’d never catch himself in that trap for as long as he lived, how he’d swear off ever chaining himself down to bullshit monogamy again.

Until the next pretty face or bouncy ass walked by.

Of course Steve would think that about him. Eddie thought that about himself. Believed it about himself until very, very recently, when even the thought of Steve leaving his life forever sent a cold spike of dread and desperation through him.

“Okay,” Eddie rubbed his face. “But, what if… How do I- what if I prove it to you?”

Steve inhaled deeply then exhaled harshly toward the floor and dragged his hands away from his eyes. His face was blotchy and wet and miserable, his eyes were raw red and resigned. 

“Prove what?”

“That I…” Eddie dragged a hand through his hair, gripping on tight. “That I want to be serious about this. That I- if I get a chance, if you give me a chance to have you, that I’m going to keep you. Forever.”

Steve shook his head. “Don’t make promises you can’t keep, Eds.”

“I’ll keep it.” Eddie raised his head, meeting Steve’s eyes again and trying to will his sincerity across the room. “I’ll always keep it with you. If you love me like I suspect you do, I’m gonna work every god-damned day to keep that promise. Because I think I’ve been in love with you for just as long-”

“Please,” Steve’s voice cracked, harsh and painful sounding, “don’t say that if you don’t mean it-”

“I mean it.” He clasped his hands in front of him, almost begging Steve to hear him. To understand just how serious he was. “I swear on everything I hold dear, I mean it. I swear on my guitar I mean it.”

Steve looked so… he looked so hurt. Like everything he’d been hiding from himself, everything he’d been hiding from Eddie for so long, for years was all coursing through him at full force.

Steve crossed his arms over his chest and considered him.

“I’ll think about it.” His voice was quiet, but it wasn’t so despairing as it had been.

Eddie stood. He wanted to get closer, he wanted to wrap Steve up in his arms and never let go, he wanted to make it better but he didn’t dare move any closer.

“What do you need?”

“I don’t know. I think right now I just need a little time. And space. Again. I might have to extend my vacation just for a few more days. To get my head on straight.”

“Yeah, of course.” Eddie exhaled, rubbing a hand over his forehead. “Whatever you need, baby.”

A wounded, painful sound was pulled from Steve’s throat against his will and Eddie flinched backward.

“Jesus, shit. I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry.”

Steve just shook his head, not meeting his eyes anymore. 

“Dustin and Max will be back tomorrow morning.” Steve didn’t raise his eyes again, keeping them firmly on the ground as he picked up his bag.

Eddie could only whisper out a small ‘okay’. He felt like if he said or did anything else, Steve might shatter into a million tiny pieces and he couldn’t- he wouldn’t let that happen.

The same way it had happened a month ago, Eddie watched Steve leave the room, staring at the door long after he’d gone.

But even though it was the same this time, it was also different.

Because now he had a terrible hope building in his chest.

Now he had work to do.

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 5 Part 6 AO3

It was Chanel, hello?? It had accessories??

An idea of Steve's yellow suit

And, of course, Rhianna's iconic cape

This is the video I watched to visualise Eddie playing away in his basement studio. Watch it and let your mind wander 🤭 (specifically 1:23 is the part Eddie is playing in the fic)

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[1moreoffkeyanthem]

heyyyyy looking for sp fanfics to read (and waiting for ao3 to return from war) do you have any good au fic recs rn? you seem to be the unofficial monarch of South Park fanfic rn, you’re in every comment section it’s beautiful–

(can be finished or still being uploaded, I kinda love the anticipation of chapters being posted like weekly, thanks!!!!!)

Ayyyy stoked to rec some more fics!!! I got some with various ships, various AU’s, mostly unfinished ones that I’m personally eagerly awaiting updates on to be completely feral in the comments!!! Hopefully you’re down w some my dude!

The Multiversal Virus by BrandonTiems bruhhh so yes there are quite a few TFBW/TSOT crossover stories and there is a REASON this is one of the most popular ones!!! Pretty regularly updated too and soooo easy to get sucked into!

Passing Through The Infinite by Jwink85 ok the first chapter dropped only a few days ago and there’s already 3 chaps!!! The characters are so awesome so far, the plot sucks you in dude, we got SUPERHERO ACTION and the gangs all here, the goth kids in chapter three!!! I’m here for it so hard man the dialogue is so great y’all know i fuck w some jwink

Everything I Thought I Could Never Have by Ultramarine_Skai aight so I’m not usually super down with omegaverse but I’m loving this story! We got rockstar Stan too so hellll yeah

The Good Park by mysticmarnie GUYS OK if you watched the good place, it’s THAT but make it South Park!!!!! The casting is phenomenal on ALL PARTS and another with frequent updates; it doesn’t feel like just a name change rip off of the good place show, it actually feels like a well thought out adaptation hell yeah brother

Heathens by Kenzie2898 yallllll holy shit it finished recently and THIS STORY ATE I actually got sucked in so hard and it’s SUCH a the gangs all here fic the pairings are so kickass we got style creek bunny gregstophe dip, fair warning there’s some DARK subject matter but it’s INCREDIBLE and the mystery and crime solving and I am ACTUALLY in love with Stan in it and the whole whole Kenny of it all is phenomenal too, there’s this WILD plot twist with Tweek’s whole thing, the depravity of Cartman in it is just BRUH and Kyle oh my lorddddd

Don’t Mind The Bruises by OrcaTimes YOU KNOW I LOVE ORCAS STORIES AND THIS ONE!!! Kyle centric, juvenile detention au, it’s HEARTBREAKING so far but seeing Kyle warm up to the others is so great and his whole history and inner turmoil is so well handled!!!

Tomorrow Comes Today by tweakystevie YALL WANT A RED DEAD ESQUE AU?!? This shit EATS OK?!? Stan’s gang and Craig’s gang rivalry, the BATTLE CLOSE TO THE END!!! The teamup!!! I’m so excited to see where the rest goes it’s so incredible!

Un Pietenza Per Due, Blackout, Machiavellian Breach, all by courtanie! I know how much I rec a lot from the same authors but mannnnnn these three in particular are some of her ongoing ones that I’m OBSESSED WITH bruhhhhh

That’s what I got right now! Let me know if any of these tickle your fancy and do not be surprised if you see insane pce comments lmfao

[fushigurro]

soft, lovey sex w yuji after a bad fight🥺

make that boy feel good (pussydrunk cough cough cough)!!!!

YESSSSSS omg he is just the ultimate loverboy istg. i feel like fights with him don’t last very long unless it’s something really, really awful, so if it’s just a typical lover’s squabble or something, he’s pretty quick to feel guilty if it was his fault or forgive if it was more on you. either way, the emotions afterwards are rather intense because he’s nothing if not a feeler!!

he loves you soooo much and is ready to show it 😩 getting into fights only makes him realize how much he really doesn’t want to lose you, so he’s savoring every moment despite how badly he might instinctively wanna rip your clothes off and fuck all his love into you nice and quick.

yuuji wants to eat your pussy until he’s delirious and fuck you with deep strokes until his brain goes numb. if he’s the one that caused the fight, he’s babbling stuff like “i’m sorry, baby, i’m sorry, fuck, i’m so sorry, i love you so much…” while sliding in and out and getting dizzy over how wet it sounds every time. even if you’ve already told him it’s okay and you forgive him, he still can’t stop. catch him even purposefully edging himself with your pussy to make it last longer for you and to atone for what he’s done.

if you’re doing a little more of the apologizing, however, he’d fall apart if you rode him and really put in the effort to roll your beautiful hips. he’d gladly take over if you needed or wanted him to, but if you take the initiative to do the work for him, it’ll have his eyes rolling back into his skull.

and as much as he loves watching you work yourself on his cock, yuuji can’t resist the urge to pull you down and keep you attached to his lips. he loves feeling you pressed up against him like that, tits against his chest as you kiss him and coat him in slick. but good luck trying to keep him from eagerly bucking up into you because of how utterly drunk and needy he gets off your pussy, chasing that tight, warm feeling and the high he gets from being so goddamn in love with you

[thel3ma]

the pale moonlight - satan x afab!reader

a/n: hi y’all- this is another SMUT lol. I guess I finally got some inspiration recently and I hope y’all like this fix :)

Even as the sweat and tears dripped down your face, you didn’t ask him to stop. You just watched with squinted eyes as Satan slurped away at your cunt with no hesitation. He used his strong hands to keep your shaking and bruise covered thighs apart- the same hands that mere minutes ago were flicking through pages as he read to you about philosophy and art.

That was until you asked him to help you with a… particular problem you had. You hadn’t been able to cum at all recently and were beginning to grow frustrated each day. So who better to ask than your best friend, Satan? When he almost too eagerly accepted your request, your cheeks began to flush hot. The duality of the demon before you made you chuckle a little inside. So seemingly poised and refined, but on the inside he too was simply a beast. So demonic.

“Really, MC? Off in a daze now?” Satan’s voice cut through the silence. He lifted his shining mouth from your needy pussy and then proceeded to stand to his full height before you. “I’m doing you a favor, eating you out like this. And you stare off into space? Such disrespect.” At the last sentence he grabbed your chin and started dragging you to move from his desk chair to his bed. He then practically threw you before pouncing on top of you while freeing his dripping and twitching cock. You drag your eyes up to his almost sickeningly handsome face as he begins to slap his hard dick on the side of your mouth.

“Suck, slut. You wanted this.”

You gladly open your jaw for the demon before you as you begin to gently rub your tongue against his tip. He then suddenly shoved his massive length down your tight throat while grabbing your head, beginning to use you like some fuck toy. His carelessness only began to turn you on more, so you begin to rub your thighs together and groan as Satan thrusted ruthlessly into your throat.

“Enjoying this? Of fucking course you are. God, you feel soooo good. Taking me so good baby.”

You began audibly gagging around Satan’s cock, which he seemed to like as he began throbbing in your mouth. Before you knew it, he was cumming down the back of your throat while moaning loud enough for the whole house to hear.

“Yeah MC, good, swallow it all. I think you deserve a reward for that, yeah?”

You nodded your head slightly and hopefully. Satan then turned you over to your hands and knees, promptly running two fingers up and down your slick slit and before he began teasing your pulsing entrance. His thumb soon found your clit and drew tight circles as his fingers sunk into your heat.

“God, I can’t wait to fuck you. So fucking tight.”

He kept at his ministrations for a while longer, but the second he felt you squeezing around his fingers he pulled them out and, without warning, slid his cock into your cunt, causing you to squirt all over his abdomen.

“I didn’t tell you to cum yet, bitch.” Satan then smacks your ass harshly as you moan out into the cold air. He begins to fuck your overstimulated pussy as a punishment, causing you to groan out in pain and pleasure.

“Please… god, shit. Too much Satan…”

“Oh? This is too much? Let me show you too much MC…” he responds while chuckling. Satan then flips you over onto your back, leaving your tits and clit vulnerable to hands as begins his assault on your sensitive body. One of his hands reaches up to choke you hard enough to make you feel light headed while the other reaches down to tease your clit. As if these sensations were not enough, Satan starts to ruthlessly pound into your pussy again, causing wet squelching sounds to fill the room.

He bends his body forward to meet one of your tits and licks and sucks the hardened nipple. This causes your legs to start shaking, and your foggy mind somehow tells you to start mumbling about your nearing release. Luckily for you, Satan was also close. He began to gently bite around your chest as his fingers sped up on your clit.

“Cum with me now, MC.”

You both jolt into your release, and he practically falls on top of you as his cum fills you up. Meanwhile, your shaking legs wrap around his waist, bringing his hips even closer to you as he empties himself. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you whimper Satan’s name. When you both finish, Satan gently pulls out and leaves a gentle kiss on your forehead before excusing himself to grab tissues.

When he finishes cleaning the two of you up, he crawls back into bed only to pull you close to him and ask “Was I too rough?” You giggle and tell him, “no”, and that rather you quite enjoyed his rough nature. You spend the rest of the evening resting together, nude, bathing in the moonlight washing in from Satan’s window.

[lonelyhobi]

Some Ass Baby

☆summary: you’re here to claim your sweet boy and make him feel good

☆pairing: taehyung x reader

☆warnings: assplay, ass eating, pegging, face riding, oral (m and f), mistress!reader, sub!tae

☆word count: 3.6k

A:N: So this can technically be seen as the third part to Punishment and then Surprise Baby. This one does follow up on Surprise Baby as requested to show what happens when Tae gives his ass to Y/N <3

I want to give you my ass

His words rang in your head as you stared at the bottle of lube and the thick cock in your hand. Taehyung had just asked you to literally fuck his ass and the way you felt arousal leak from your pussy was the strongest indication that you adored the idea. You had brought it up to him before that you would love to try pegging and the way he tensed up at the conversation had you thinking it was a big mistake. 

But what you didn’t know was it wasn’t so much the pegging that Tae was nervous about, but the fact he had to be vulnerable. For so long your sex life was very much Master and his pet where he made the rules and you trusted him with your bodys pleasure, pain, all of it. But now Taehyung felt that if you could give yourself to him fully he should be able to do the same, after all you are the love of his life. 

And in all honesty it’s not like he could deny you anything you wanted to try unless he was punishing you. He loved you and he just wanted to make his good girl happy.

You sat there just thinking that when he came into the room he would be letting you claim him, have him in a way no one had before. He was truly yours, and not even the ring on your finger conveyed the same meaning as the object you were holding.

Someone had called him and despite him not being Master, in a bid to not piss him off you thought it better not to interrupt this call. So you’d just have to wait patiently to see if you were actually going to get some ass or not.

What felt like hours passed until you felt the bed sink next to you and a frustrated Tae threw himself on the bed, towel long gone.

“Everything okay?”

“Just trouble with the company, as always. Even on a Saturday night they always find a way to stress me out, it’s ridiculous.”

“I’m sorry baby” dropping the items on the bed you lean over to plant a kiss on his cheek before resting yourself against his chest.

“I didn’t want to interrupt our evening, I wanted it to be special.”

“It is, this is the most loved I’ve ever felt, you’re so wonderful Tae” you smile as your finger traces the expanse of his chest. “But back to our previous conversation I believe you were giving something correct?”

He catches your finger trailing around his nipple and brings it to his mouth planting a kiss. “Baby I’m sorry I think I’m too worked up to relax like that.” his sigh of defeat has your heart breaking. One of the things you loved most about Taehyung was that even as your Master your safety and well being was always first. If you needed some relief or extra loving he was always able to provide what you craved first and foremost before worrying about himself. And now it was time to repay that yourself given he let you. 

“Let me relax you then baby” you purr as you throw him your must seductive look before you fling yourself to straddle his lap. You toss away the towel that had been covering your body and his hands shoot up to your hips. His cock, that had somewhat softened since he had fingered you in the bathtub, was nestled between your thighs just grazing his favorite spot in the world. 

“What do you want love? How can I make you feel better?” leaning down you pepper his face in sweet kisses before trailing your mouth down his neck and to his collarbone. You dip your tongue in the crevices before kissing that sensitive spot making his hands press you further into his lap. “Wanna eat”

Sitting up you throw him a confused look “Tae you literally had dinner like an hour ago?” 

His fingers dance to the space between your thighs and your eyes widened understanding him. “O-ooh” you squeak out as he traces your entrance lightly. 

“Want dessert please” he laughs as continues to play with your slit, feeling it dampen.

“Baby” you whine out trying to wiggle out of his grasp and away from his prodding finger. “This is about you!”

“I know and you asked me what I wanted. And what I want is to taste my favorite treat, it relaxes me when I suckle on your clit. Love it like I love sucking your tits babe” His hand left you slit to pinch at your nipple until it pebbled under his fingers. The look of uncertainty on your face has him quickly reassuring you. “Please? I really want to eat you, I’ll get hard in like a second” and the boxy smile that overtakes him as you sigh and start to climb over his body has you sure you made the right call in letting him eat you out despite wanting to please him. 

You settle your arms on the headboard as your pussy hovers over his mouth. Lust shines through Taehyung as he takes in the sight in front of him inhaling deeply. “Fuck you smell amazing”

At his words you lower yourself down gently on to his face to avoid smothering him with your cunt but he isn’t having any of that. As his tongue slips between your lips his hands latch onto you pressing you into his mouth. You moan out as you feel him slither up and down your slit, gently prodding your entrance with every swipe. “Jesus Tae” you cry out gently as you resist the urge to wiggle yourself onto him. Masters rule was to take what he gave you and you were sure the rule applied now. 

Looking down you see Tae lost in bliss as his tongue explores all over your lips before slipping into your entrance. You clench around his tongue as your eyes roll to the back of your head. Your fingers itch to lock themselves into his fluffy black hair but another one of Masters rules is you can’t touch without direct permission. So there you are mounted to your boyfriend letting his mouth work on your dripping cunt while you try your hardest not fuck yourself onto him. 

A few more licks and swivels of his tongue and Tae suddenly latches onto your clit causing a loud moan to release out of your mouth. Between you things you see his eyes staring directly at cunt crossing as he greedily and audibly sucks on to your bub. At the sight you can help but rock yourself against his mouth at the pressure of his suction. “Fuck!” you’re calling out as his eyes meet yours at your movement, and you're bringing yourself to hover over him. 

“Hey where are you going?”

“Sorry I didn’t mean to uh us- um move” Your panting as the heat rises into your cheeks but your boyfriend just flashes you a smile before wrapping his arms around your thighs. “No! Use me baby, pleasure yourself on my face, all for you” and before you can protest you feel his hand bring down your thighs as he goes back to sucking on your clit and then wiggling his tongue into you. Taking initiative you give an experimental thrust of your hips and release the loudest whine when his nose bumps into your sensitive clit. The clench Taehyung feels on his tongue as he groans out into your heat causing you to grind yourself further into him. “Fuckkk” you think you hear him mumble into your pussy.

Lowering a hand you grip the fringe at the top of his head and use it to help you push yourself as close to his face as you can. “T-Taeee you feel so good oh god, love your tongue s’much”. You feel him nip on your lip making you screech but you're quickly gripping the sides of his face and riding him faster chasing your high. Staring into his eyes you watch as he hungrily eats you out with all the love and desire in the world. “God I love this pretty face babe!” The sight is enough to have you pushing yourself as hard as you can against him, hopefully not suffocating him in the process of cumming all over his face. “Yes! Fuuc-ucking coming! You want my cum baby?” You feel his tongue eagerly lap up quicker than before as he tries his best to nudge your clit with his nose “God I’m gonna cum on that pretty face, lick it up sweetheart!”

He eagerly swallows your release loving the way you taste but you quickly get off of his mouth and lean down to kiss his hips, body back to straddling him. Your leaky pussy staining his cock with your fresh cum.

Giggling into your mouth you pull away with a sheepish smile. “You just love tasting yourself huh babe?” Taehyung teases you playfully and you swat at his toned golden chest. “Hey you say it yourself, I taste soooo good” you press your wet cunt to his hardened length to mess with his an extra bit and he’s immediately grabbing at your hips to keep you on his dick. 

But too soon for his liking you’re pulling away from him and standing up while he reaches out for you complaining.

“No sir, be a good little boy and wait patiently okay?” His eyes widen at your words and the change in your demeanor. You stand at the foot of the bed and push his legs up to bend at the knee. Kneeling to slot yourself between him you let your fingers graze his chest as you hover over his body. 

“Are you ready?” you question with a flick of his nipple.

“God yes Y/N” he hisses out at your tugging roughly on him.

“That’s mistress to you”

Eyes widening you see his gaze falter away. “Y/N..”

“Look at me” you whisper as gently as you can as you bring your hand to cup his jaw.

Staring at you was the love of your life unsure if he was able to give himself up to you in that way. It didn’t bother you, it just meant you’d have to work harder for him. Taehyung never let go of himself, always being in control but today he was giving you something more than his ass or a ring, he was giving you all of him. “Baby do you trust me?”

“Of course I do”

“Then let me claim you. I want to take care of you tonight and make you forget everything. Let me be your mistress tonight and take the stress away baby boy.” His eyes widen slightly at the name and you feel in him tense underneath you. 

“It’s hard”

“I know but this is for you. Everything I’m doing is for your pleasure. Please let me do this for you.” you ask sweetly lowering to place a kiss to his lips. 

“O-okay baby I’m yours” you let your lips trail to the side of his neck at his consent.

“Can I be rough?” you tease pulling his earlobe between your teeth.

“Give me your worst mistress” he smirks before he’s letting out a yelp at the rough bite you leave on his collarbone. You're soon soothing the spot with your tongue before shimming down between his legs. His angry cock is standing at attention and you can help but place a kiss at the leaky head before pushing the backs of his thighs up so you have the perfect view of his hole. “Hold your legs for Mistress” you bark out staring intently at his rim. 

Reaching to pull his legs to his chest you smile at him before leaning down and giving him a tentative lick earning a hiss from Taehyung. You let your tongue slip out of your mouth and dance around his puckered entrance. Continuously swirling around before pressing the tip of your tongue into it. A little wiggling and you were pushing your tongue into his tight ass hearing his gasps and laboured breaths from above. You continue to run your wet muscle around his rim and thrust it inside until you deem him ready for your fingers.

“Listen baby , I’m gonna try and slip a finger in but I need you to relax. I want this to be good for you, can you do that?” Nodding quickly his grip on his thighs tightens but you weren't having any of that. Raising your hand you bring it to strike across the side of his ass causing him to yell out in pain.

“You use words when you address me little boy, understood.” you more demand then ask for a response as you lightly rub where you had smacked him.

“Y-yes Mistress” And you're back to laying on your tummy between his legs reaching between yourself to dip a finger into your pussy. Bring it up you take in a view you never thought you’d seen. Your die hard dom boyfriend laying on his back eyes close offering you his asshole. Feeling yourself dampened even more you bring your finger to his rim.

Pressing your finger into the tight rim has him letting out an almost indistinguishable noise as you check on him. “Barely halfway just breathe my pretty baby, I’m gonna go further” And you fully press a finger into him. You let him get adjusted before you start to inch your way out about halfway only to press in more. Getting him used to the movement you spit onto his entrance as you begin to pick the pace. Taehyung had stopped clenching so hard on your finger and you could see the grip he had lossen on his thighs as he got comfortable with the intrusion. 

“There we go sweet boy, good?”

And just as he’s about to nod he quickly remembers who he’s with and he’s croaking out a “Yes Mistress, love y-your finger in my ass” to which you hum in delight before pulling your finger out much to his dismay. You press two fingers into your entrance collecting your juices before bringing them back to his ass and pushing them in. The sharp breath comes back as you're met with his asshole tightening. 

“Shh baby breath for me, I need to stretch you out before I can fuck your pretty ass babe” and at your smooth voice you feel his ass unclench in the slightest amount giving you room to push in a little more. Leaning over you take his balls into his mouth to provide a distraction in hopes you’ll be able to finger his ass better. Moaning out as you take his balls in, you give a good suck to them and you feel his mind wander from his ass into bliss since you’re able to push your fingers in further. 

You give him a few more sucks enjoying the gasps and groans he was emitting before pulling off to admire the two fingers fucking into his ass. His greedy hole was sucking them in at this point begging to be fucked and you stared in awe. “So fucking pretty baby” 

After a few tries and the endless curling of your fingers a broken moan and jolt of Taehyung's body lets you know you’ve found that sweet spot inside of him that would have him cumming all over himself when you fucked him. He begins to push himself against your finger fucking himself making another gush of desire flood from you. “Such a needy baby, look at your cock it’s so hard” you giggle at him speeding up the pace of your fingers. 

His body is shaking as his fingers want to creep upwards towards his angry length wanting some relief but like you he knows his rule of not touching yourself without explicit permission definitely applies now that you’re Mistress. 

Reaching your free hand up you grip his cock just as you start to scissor your fingers inside of him. Taehyung releases curses and groans widening his own legs as he tries not to thrust up into your hand. You continue scissoring him and squeezing his cock until you feel he’s ready to a third and final finger before the faux cock. It’s a tight fit but you immediately fuck your fingers at a fast pace hitting his prostate sweetly while rubbing the dead of his dick spreading the pre-cum. “M-mistress wan’you” he murmurs out from under his hands as his stomach clenches in pleasure.  

“What was that sweetie?”

“Please fuck me, I want you so bad please.” he cries legs shaking in his grip.

Sitting up on your knees you reach over and strap the cock to your body smirking at the neon pink cock sticking out of you. Grabbing the lube you squeeze some on the dildo and make sure to cover its surface thoroughly. Putting a bit on your fingers you rub some on his hole to be extra precautious. 

“Ready pretty baby?” you ask as you teasingly rub the socks head around his rim loving the way he pushes back gently as he whispers a yes. He lets go of his legs as you guide them to hold onto your breasts while you lean a bit forward staring into his eyes. “Love you.” “Adore You” he repeats back his eyes full of anticipation but vulnerability as well. 

You bring the head to push against his tightness pressing the cock inside. Groaning out his eyes shut at the sensation of being stretched wider than your delicate fingers. You coo and feel his hands grips your breasts roughly as you bite your lip at the feeling. Slowly you push inch after inch of the cock praising him for taking you so well and being such a good boy for his Mistress when you bottom out. 

Leaning over until you both are flush against each other you press a kiss to his lips, “Can I move angel?” and at his approval you thrust out slowly halfway before pushing in creating a rhythm and grinding your pels forward every time you reach the base again. You continue slowly until his pleas for more have you snapping your hips forward quickly as he grits his teeth opening his eyes. “F-faster Mistress please need it” 

You stare into his eyes as you fuck into him roughly loving the moans and cries leaving his lips as he continues to circle your nipples. “Good boy, you love getting your pretty ass fucked by Mistress huh baby?” without his answer you push his hands off of you as you kneel gripping his waist. You wiggle yourself trying to find his prostate as you fuck him. Once you hear his sweet desperate cry you continue to hit that spot over and over. 

His cock is hard and standing begging for your attention and you can’t help but reach for it and rubbing the pre-cum around to help you stroke him. You pick up your pace at his sweet cries fucking his ass and cock harder. Feeling him tense in your grip as his eyes shoot to you. “Please Mistress m’gonna cum please let me for you” Smiling you let your hand squeeze the base of his cock and you abruptly slow your thrusts causing him to scream out. 

“Mmm I don’t know baby boy, you’ve been good but I really like fucking your ass. You look so pretty crying under me” you laugh giving him an extra squeeze. “P-please m-miss- AH!” he screams as you begin thrusting quickly in an unforgiving pace while resuming your tugging on his cock. 

“I’m gonna give you 10 seconds to cum if you don’t then I’m gonna pull out and fuck myself with this cock got it?” nodding at your works you laugh at his face contorting in pleasure as he thrusts into your hand while you begin counting down. “H-arder please balls Mistress b-balls” he cries interrupting as you hit 5. Rolling your eyes you take pity on your baby crying in front of you and you let your free hand go from his waist to his balls cupping them. “F-fuck gonna cum, all for y-youu shit!” he curses.

Within your last count to 1 he’s shooting white milky cum from the head of his cock all over your hand and landing on his tummy. You help him ride out his orgasm thrusting shallowly as you let your hand continue to stroke until the oversensitivity has him crying out once again.

When you pull out he whines at the emptiness in his ass as you reach for your discarded towels to clean him up and take the strap on off. Taehyung lays spent on the bed staring at the ceiling when you pull the covers for him to huddle in. “God I would die for you” he admits as he follows the fan spinning above.

“Don’t say that Tae” shaking your head as you cross your arms at him, barely remembering the beautiful ring he put on your finger not too long ago. It truly was stunning and gave you butterflies thinking of your future together.

“But it’s true, there would be no purpose for me in this world if I’m not by your side” Taehyung admits as he lays himself under the covers turning on his side to face your side of the bed.

You walk off to the bathroom to clean yourself of the dried lube on your hands as you call out. “I just fucked your ass and now you’re being super sweet and romantic”  You walk back out situating the blanket and pillows to your liking before teasingly asking “Who are you and what have you done with my Master?”

“Oh don’t worry little one when you wake up I’ll remind you who Master is. But right now my ass hurts and I want kisses so come here.”

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Calm the Fuck Down, Itadori

Yuuji Itadori x Jennifer Lawrence

Summary: Where Yuuji manages to drag Megumi and Nobara to a Tokyo Comic Con.

A/N: I took this way too seriously, jeezus.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori”

Megumi wanted to shoot himself in the foot.

He absolutely loathed conventions.

Especially when you got a bunch of idiots with a complete disregard for deodorant and personal space simping around in costumes as if they aren’t fully grown men.

Idiots like Itadori, who was currently wasting his life savings on X-Men stickers.

“Yeah,” Nobara piped in, already side-eyeing a man in a green cape with white and blue wings, and funny looking swords that look like box cutters—he was asking her if he could take a picture with her Petra Ral look.

Who the fuck is Petra Ral anyway? Nobara is SURE she looks way cuter though.

“How are you still so gaga over X-Men anyway?” she continues, with a flip of her ginger hair. “You’re literally a sorcerer, Yuuji. You fight curses in real life.”

Almost like whiplash, Yuuji turns on Nobara with an intensity she’s only seen in battle.

“Never. Disrespect X-Men.”

Yuuji was wide eyed; one hand pointing at Nobara, another clutching a handful of stickers and keychains (when did he buy those?) with a very blue woman on them.

Is she… naked? Nobara wonders, but is immediately interrupted by Yuuji’s incoming sermon.

“X-Men is a poignant commentary on society, Kugisaki. It is a masterpiece that only people with taste can appreciate, with characters so well written—“

But Yuuji’s fanboying gospel was cut short when a smattering of whoops and applause erupted from onstage, as a man dressed as… Thanos in a thong—Thongos, he called himself. Ok.—officially started the day’s most awaited event, and that was to meet X-Men’s Hollywood actors, in the flesh!

It was then that Megumi verbalized what everyone was thinking at this point.

“I didn’t know Itadori knew what ‘poignant’ meant”

Yuuji Itadori raced towards the front of the crowd like it was an orgasm out of reach, tightly clutching onto the barricade (also like he was clutching his [redacted]).

He didn’t know when and how his friends managed to catch up to him, but when X-Men’s glittering line up of beautiful people came out on stage, both Nobara and Megumi looked to each other in complete understanding beside him-- of course Itadori was here to simp for Jennifer Lawrence.

And of course he’d spend every yen to his name just to catch a glimpse of this woman in nothing but a skin-tight blue spandex that left no curve nor valley to the imagination.

“I LOVE YOU JENNIFER LAWRENCE”

Yuuji proceeded to fucking shriek in broken English.

“I EAT AMERICAN FOOD FOR YOU”

Megumi and Nobara both took a step from Yuuji.

‘Nope! The weird guy? They don’t know him.’

To their horror, they watch a grinning mouth appear at Yuuji’s cheek, already salivating.

“Gotta give it to ya, punk. That IS one fine ass,”

Sukuna’s mouth let its long tongue lick around his lips.

“I hope you got us some backstage passes, kid”

Megumi and Nobara shivered.

But clearly, Itadori and Sukuna weren’t the only ones going absolutely bananas for the X-Men, it might have very well been the entire building cheering for the cast.

It was until a bald guy in a wheelchair signaled for the audience to quiet down, did the sea of sweaty geeks calm down.

After a few introductions, and further hyping, the mic was finally passed to Jennifer Lawrence, whose character was apparently named Mystique.

Like a child showing off to his parents, Yuuji looks at Megumi and Nobara, pointing at Jennifer Lawrence as if saying, “Look! It’s her! That’s her! It’s actually her!”

Yuuji then proceeds to kiss three fingers raised up like he was doing a Boy Scout’s pledge, and raised those three fingers in there air, whistling three drawn out notes.

The idiot was giving her the Hunger Games salute, Jesus fucking Christ.

“Ehehe. Yeah, show her which fingers you’re gonna fuck her with,” Sukuna chuckles.

Which Yuuji responds to by forcibly jockeying Sukuna’s mouth off his cheek, shutting the curse up;

Yuuji Itadori drinks enough Respect Women Juice to give the Sahara a year of rain, alright.

Soon, everyone was giving Jennifer the salute.

Jennifer waves away the salutes, and stage-whispers into the mic with that raspy and sexy, according to Yuuji, voice of hers, and says, “Psst! Wrong fandom guys!”

The crowd laughs, as Jennifer awkwardly prattles about how she’s contract-bound to only talk about X-Men today, and that she really needs her job, ok?

And to be honest? Megumi and Nobara are starting to like her! I mean, who wouldn’t? Jennifer’s such a sweet, and down-to-earth girl. They’re glad that if there was anyone Yuuji was going to simp for, it’s Jennifer Lawrence.

“It’s such an honor to meet you, Tokyo!” Jennifer greets charmingly. “I was so excited to meet you guys, I didn’t even need to take a shot before I got here!” Jennifer shrugs with an exaggerated look on her face.

The crowd ate it all up.

“In fact, I was SO excited that I pumped myself up with enough anime references to say,” and in that magical moment, Jennifer Lawrence send finger guns down Yuuji’s way and winks--

“That’s one HECK of a JJK cosplay, man!”

And oh my Lord, it was like Yuuji died and went to heaven.

Even Sukuna was speechless.

But if Yuuji had to guess, Sukuna might have even been proud of him if only wasn’t you know, a jackass.

Megumi and Nobara couldn’t really remember what happened for the rest of the segment, because they might as well have leashed Yuuji with the way he was going crazy for Jennifer, hollering to her that he got her lasagna and Cheetos in his backpack in more broken English.

In the end, the two are left to rein Yuuji in as he eagerly waits for Jennifer out the backstage entrance, fully armed with an X-Men comic book and that lasagna he promised.

Yuuji was practically vibrating in excitement.

“Yuuji, it’s been two hours. Let’s go back to campus,” Nobara groaned, moaning to Megumi how Gojo better pay for their babysitting hours.

“She's almost out, you guys--!” Yuuji cries back, as the stage doors finally open to reveal Jennifer Lawrence in a much more sensible outfit of dress pants and a smart, low-neckline blouse.

“Eyes up, Itadori,” Megumi mumbles at Yuuji, who was already getting slack jawed at the sight of Jennifer’s cleavage.

Yuuji swallows the massive lump in his throat, and snaps his eyes back up to Jennifer’s hooded ones.

“Oh hey! You’re that JJK guy!” Jennifer greets good-naturedly. She was smiling radiantly at Yuuji and his friends, first shaking Nobara and Megumi’s hands as she laughed, “Damn, you even dressed up as the main character’s friends! You’re all like Hermione, Ron, and Harry Potter except… well, your characters won’t actually die, eep”

“Do we tell her?” Nobara nudges Megumi.

“Don’t you dare.” Megumi hisses back.

The dark-haired sorcerer then turns to Jennifer with a polite smile, and says in perfect English,

“Ooh, we’ll try not to spoil it for you, Jennifer.”

Nobara snaps her head to Megumi.

“Since when did you speak White???”

“Shut the fuck up, Nobara,” Megumi grits out.

Jennifer winked at Megumi, giving him an ‘I-get-you’ look and finally turned to sign Yuuji's comic book, only for him to freeze.

They both blinked at each other for a moment. One almost as awkward as the other.

Jennifer Lawrence though, god bless her, took this all in stride.

“No worries, dude, I freeze up, too,” she says while pretending to freeze up in jest. “Do you want me to sign your comic book?”

And if Yuuji wasn’t absolutely head over heels in love with Jennifer before, he certainly was now.

“I-- I…” Yuuji stammered.

Megumi and Nobara looked worriedly to their friend, there was no way in hell they were gonna let Yuuji fuck up now. Not after a whole afternoon of body odor and overpriced tentacle art, no way.

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori and give her the comic,” Megumi whispers to Yuuji.

And in a snap, Yuuji Itadori was bowing as low as possible, arms out with his offerings, exclaiming to the highest simping power-- “I BROUGHT YOU YOUR FAVORITE JENNIFER!”

Jennifer’s face lit up at the sight of the lasagna, “Oh wow! You got me food! Thanks for remembering!”

She takes the lasagna gratefully, and quickly signs the comic, “What’s your name?”

“Errr… Y-Yuuji.”

Jennifer returns the comic book to Yuuji, now signed--

‘Thank You for the Lasagna, Yuuji! You know me soooo well!

Stay Sweet <3

-J Law.’

And as if each and every one of Yuuji’s dreams came true, Jennifer leaned forward and gave Yuuji a quick peck on the cheek.

Yuuji couldn’t even react, because in a whirlwind, Nobara was taking a picture of Yuuji and Jennifer, a coral kiss mark on Yuuji’s wide-eyed face.

~

“Calm the fuck down, Itadori,” Megumi groaned for probably the hundredth time now.

But Yuuji didn’t care.

Jennifer Lawrence just kissed him.

He’s pretty sure he can be a little manic with disbelief.

“Yuuji, I swear to god, if you don’t stop, I’m deleting the photo from my phone.”

Nobara was done.

“NO--”

~

In the end, Yuuji may not have anything to eat for the next two weeks, but it was totally worth it.

He managed to convince Megumi to lend him some money.

[marvelouswritee]

Quarantine Shenanigans with JJ Maybank

{gif originally posted by @heapass​}

words: 1.2k

summary: teenagers quarantined together with their horniness.

au: soooo i have been reading fanfictions since i was like eight or nine yet, somehow, i don’t the difference between one-shots, blurbs, imagines, canons, and drables? like they all just seem the same??? I- please help a grandma out lol 

enjoy my fucking filthy smut 

You teasingly begin to lick the tip of JJ’s member. It was a good way to wake him up since he’s been refusing to attend his Zoom classes. You know what’s best for him, but he’s just stubborn to listen to anyone. However, the thick-headed boy has been sexually frustrated ever since the beginning of quarantine. So, what better way to wake up a boy with throbbing erections in his sleep? 

A morning blowjob.

He releases a gentle moan, your hands stroking his hardening cock. JJ lifts the blue blanket, revealing his erection warm in your mouth. You send him a mischievous smirk before shoving his shaft deep in your throat. His moans become louder as you slurp up-and-down of his cock. 

“Fuck, yeah, go faster,” JJ begs. His hips thrusting to the back of your throat to make you gag. JJ was reaching his climax when your velvet tongue licked his pre-cum then continued your phenomenal deep-throating. The tip is his most sensitive spot. 

“I’m gonna cum,” he announces within the second his salty goop thaws above your tongue. His eyes are sealed due to the pleasurable release while his hands are gripped to your head, pushing you down to collect his semen. After the tasty hard gulp, you ascend above JJ to see his flustered cheeks. 

“Good morning,” you greet with an innocent smile. 

“Hell yeah, that was a good morning to wake up to,” JJ rejoiced, making you giggle. He clasp your lips together, eager to make love to you. His hands are on your waist, caressing your curves. 

“Mm, you gotta get to class,” you remind him. He groans in between your soft kisses. 

“Class can wait, (Y/N). But me? I can’t wait to be inside you,” he whispers to your ear, escalating to your neck. Your cheeks blush bright red. “Come on, you know you want to.” 

“I’ll make a deal with you, JJ. If you get your ass to class, I’ll give you a reward.” His eyebrow raise curiously. 

“Can I decide what reward am I going to get?” He rests his hands on your waist, ogling your basically naked body. 

“Yes, JJ,” you lean onto his neck with puckered swollen lips, giving him soft kisses on his collarbone. Trailing your kisses to his lips, you softly bite his earlobe before whispering to his ears seductively. “Anything you want.” 

***

It’s now three in the afternoon and JJ has finished most of his assignments. You, on the other hand, is only finishing your last worksheet for the day. JJ exits out the bedroom the two of you share with his usual gray tank top and shorts. “What are you working on, babe?” 

“Just some chemistry homework I have to turn in by eight tonight.” He notices your furrowed eyebrows in distress. 

“Do you need any help? You look like you’re having a hard time there.” 

You look up from the screen, catching his gaze. “No offense, JJ, but chemistry is not your best subject.” And, it was true. The rebellious boy would rather be caught dead than pay attention to class. However, he had the urge to help. 

“Hey, let me see. I can help, I just finished my chemistry homework.” JJ leans on the kitchen table, skimming the worksheet. His adorable dimples make an appearance when a grin beams on his face. “I just did this! Hold on, let me share you my worksheet.” 

“Wait, shit, really? You did it by yourself?”

“No, Pope texted me the answers.” JJ opens his computer in the bedroom, clicking the bottom to share his virtual worksheet with you. You clicked on the new notification from your inbox, prepared to copy down the answers. Surely, these are the correct answers considering Pope was the one who sent them to JJ. 

After five minutes of copying the answers from JJ’s worksheet to yours, the sigh of relief you felt when you finally submitted the worksheet. It was refreshing, almost freeing that you may or may not have cheated off somebody’s worksheet yet you still finished the homework. 

It’s the thought that counts.

You shut off your computer then shoved it back to your computer. “Thank you,” you affectionately hug JJ from the back in the kitchen. JJ turns around with a smile on his face, his dimples visible on his cheek. 

“Hey, no problem. Anything for you.” You give him a quick peck before leaving. However, JJ pulls you back to his body. “Remember our deal?” 

“What deal?” you pretended to forget. 

“The deal that you said. When I do my schoolwork, you’ll reward me with whatever I want.” His hands eagerly squeeze your ass. 

“Hm, you must be dreaming, JJ. I don’t recall saying any of those words.” He picks your body and then places you on the counter. He hungrily presses his lips against yours. Your rests your hands on his cheeks, also playing with his scattered blond hair. 

Sparing the foreplay, JJ is ravenous for your taste. He kneels, swiftly taking off your underwear- throwing it to the floor. Immediately, he stretches your pussy lips to propel his tongue inside your vagina. Your fingers are tugging on his hair as he twists his tongue inside you. His thumb begins to make circular motions on your sensitive spot- your clitoris. JJ eating you out while simultaneously moving your clit results in loosening pornographic moans and intense language. 

“Fuck, JJ, please let me cum,” you plead with a moan. He licks your clit then back inside you. “Please.” 

“That’s not my name,” he looks up with darkness and mischievous in his eyes. 

“What?” you come back to reality.

“What’s my name?” 

He inserts two fingers inside your dripping cunt, ready to explode. His fingers start to penetrate your sloppy insides. You moan uncontrollably, biting on  your fingers to silence yourself. The reality is becoming blurry, turning into one of your exotic fantasies. 

“Fuck, Daddy! Please let me cum. Shit!” You feel JJ smirk against your pussy. 

“That’s my good girl. Cum for me, baby,” he says, triggering your explosion of cum. Your back arches as your head tilts back with your eyes sealed shut. JJ watches your climax as he licks your vagina filled with cum. He hums, his tongue still attached to your delicate opening. You look down after regaining reality, JJ with a mischievous smirk. He makes a trail of kisses on your inner thighs before standing back up. 

“Holy fuck,” you mutter under your breath as you caught his eyes. He uses his hand to wipe the remaining liquid on his face. 

“That was one of the best rewards I’ve ever gotten,” JJ declares, biting his lip. 

“Glad you like it.” 

“That was just the first part, though.” 

“What?” you curiously ask. “What do you mean?” 

“Oh, that wasn’t all the reward I wanted. I spent like eight hours behind a computer screen doing homework, which sucked. In return, I want to waste another eight hours-” he leans to your ear- “inside you.” 

You raise your eyebrows teasingly. “Can you even last eight hours?” 

“Why? Are you tired?” 

“No, I’m just asking. I don’t think you can last that long, JJ.” You cross your arms with confidence.

“You don’t think I can last that long?” JJ scoffs. 

“Yeah. You’re going to have to prove it,” you smirk. 

“For the eight hours I’m going to prove to you, you’re gonna be screaming until you only know my name.”

[imaginebnhaomegaverse]

All good! But aww, that sounds adorable! I’m on it!

Alpha! Kitsune! Bakugo Katsuki x Omega! Kitsune! Gender-neutral! Reader

The humans thought that they were the strongest beings in the world.

Countless rituals, offerings, incense and fruit were offered for their protection as the humans prayed to them for safety. Some say that if you leave bells in front of two burning sticks of incense, no harm will come to you.

Jingle jingle!

Some say that they’ve heard the jingling of bells deep in the forest. A few children have seen two foxes lazing at the temple in front of the stone figures of the two gods.

Jingle jingle!

“[Name], what are you doing?” Katsuki asked, his index finger coated in a deep red liquid. [Name], who was on their knees by the temple offerings, giggled.

Katsuki sighed as they lifted up a pair of small bells that were tied together with a red ribbon.

“Look, Suki!” Katsuki’s ears twitched at the affectionate nickname, red blossoming in his cheeks. “Bells!”

“We already have many bells back home.” He grumbled, ducking his head as he entered the shrine that housed both his and his partner’s statues. He applied the red paste over their stone foreheads, covering the half-dried red that was already on them. “And don’t call me that! It’s a dumb name that the humans came up with.”

“Aww, but that name means ‘to love’, which is so cute!” [Name] huffed. Their large, fluffy white tail wagged behind them. “The humans come up with such adorable names!”

“It’s not adorable, it’s stupid!” Katsuki snapped, wiping his finger on the wall to rid himself of the paint.

“Su-ki~!” [Name] teased. “Suki, Suuuukiiii!”

They laughed as an apple came hurtling at them, dodging the fruit as they dashed behind a tree. Katsuki’s ears were flat against his skull with embarrassment.

[Name] peeked from behind the tree, squealing as an orange barely missed their face.

“You nearly ruined my cute face!” They whined. Katsuki scoffed, grumbling to himself as he examined a basket of fruits that were set as offerings. “How could you do this to me?”

“Keep whining.” He moved away as [Name] approached him, ignoring them as he turned a plum over in his hand. He rolled his eyes as his arm was hugged, cheeks growing pink as [Name] peered at him with a large pout.

“You could have hurt my poor cute face!” They sighed dramatically. Katsuki squeezed their cheeks, snorting as the god stuck their tongue out.

“Yeah, yeah, you’re adorable.” [Name] let go of his arm with a smug grin, happy that they finally cracked their lover’s tough shell. 

Well, he isn’t the god of love and luck for nothing. He could even make the god of destruction and calamity fall for his words.

“It’s more like you fell for me, idiot.” [Name] was broken out of their thoughts at Katsuki’s voice. “Is your memory that awful?”

“Oops, I shouldn’t talk out loud.” [Name] giggled nervously, then pouted. “Hey, that was aeons ago! Can’t blame a god if they can’t remember.”

“Whatever you say.” Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“Besides, you were the one to comment on my scent first.” [Name] said. “And you were the one who courted me too! I didn’t even have to hint at it.”

“Well, I had to say that our feelings were mutual since you basically fell over your words and actions every time I came into the room,” Katsuki smirked smugly. “You’re the god of love. Your emotions are written on your face as clear as day.”

“You’re so mean to meeee!” [Name] cried dramatically. 

A few minutes later, the couple were on their way home. The bells around [Name}’s neck jingled with every step, and even Katsuki seemed to relax at the somewhat soothing sound.

“Suki, what’s for lunch?” [Name] asked, stopping to pluck a red camellia. They held it up to Katsuki, who shifted the basket of fruits to his hip so he could take it.

“Rice and oyakodon.” Katsuki replied, fixing the flower behind his mate’s ear. “You’re not going to get any because you keep calling me that stupid name.”

“Aah, not fair!” [Name] gasped. “I won’t call you that anymore then! I’m so hungry, I really want your legendary oyakodon!”

Katsuki was too busy admiring his [Name] to pay any attention. They looked so adorable, pouting up at Katsuki with that flower on their head.

“Katsuki, will I get any lunch? Hellooo-o?” [Name] waved a hand in front of their mate’s face. Katsuki snapped out of it, grunting a yes.

“Yay~! Oy-a-ko-don! Oy-a-ko-don!” [Name] skipped on ahead, singing loudly. Katsuki followed their sweet omega scent, eyes lidded as his tail swished happily behind him.

[Name] was already inside when Katsuki reached their shared home; a lovely, decent sized cottage in the middle of the forest. There was a large garden next to the house, where Katsuki went to pluck some vegetables for lunch.

“-are, yes you are!” The happy chirping of a fox accompanied with [Name]’s adoring voice echoed through the house as Katsuki stepped inside. He made his way to the kitchen, struggling to hide an affectionate grin as he saw his mate fussing over two excited foxes. Their elated omega scent was floating thickly through the house, and Katsuki had no complaints.

“You two better leave before lunch is ready.” He called. The two foxes whined and barked at him. “Don’t fucking sass me. You’re going to get fat if you eat so much. You just had breakfast.”

“D’aww, don’t be mean to them!” [Name] whined. The foxes busied themselves in trying to climb into their lap. “They just wanna play!”

“They just want food.” Katsuki deadpanned. “Now come here.”

“Oh! Am I helping you cook?” [Name] asked, looking elated with their ears perked up high. 

“You’re going to throw these into the compost.” Katsuki gestured to the small pile of tomato, carrot and other veggie bits that were left over after he chopped them up.

He felt a little bad as [Name]’s ears lowered.

“You can help me cook tonight.” He said nonchalantly, pretending not to notice the way they perked up happily again.

“Okay!” [Name] chirped. Katsuki went red as they pressed a kiss to his cheek, exclaiming a “love you!” as they raced away with the vegetable waste.

“Idiot,” Katsuki muttered with a soft smile.

After thirty minutes or so, the food was ready. [Name] licked their lips eagerly as Katsuki scooped a decent amount of oyakodon over their bowl of rice. After waiting for their mate to sit down and scoop food into his bowl too, [Name] picked up the chopsticks.

Katsuki watched closely as his omega took their first bite, smirking victoriously as [Name] released a moan of ecstasy as the meal touched their tastebuds.

“This is soooo good!” They said through a full mouth. “I love you and your food so much!”

“Heh.” Katsuki chuckled, cheeks flushing a little. “If you think this is good, wait until dinner.”

“I cannot wait.” [Name] smiled sincerely. Their heart leapt as their mate shot them a small grin back.

After lunch, Katsuki was washing up. [Name] had insisted on doing it, but their mate had refused.

[Name] collapsed on the hammock behind their home, a content sigh leaving their lips as the afternoon sun disappeared behind a few fluffy white clouds. They absentmindedly rubbed the bond mark on their neck, humming as their eyelids dropped shut.

Leaves crunched as feet trampled over them. [Name] giggled quietly as a rough but familiar hand brushed over their mark.

“Move over,” Katsuki said gruffly. [Name] complied happily, the hammock rocking as their mate climbed on.

The two struggled to find a comfy position, Katsuki giving up after a few minutes.

“Well, hello.” [Name] laughed bashfully as their nose brushed against Katsuki’s. They were basically on top of their mate, arms shaking as they tried to hold themselves up so they don’t crash into their alpha.

Katsuki rolled his eyes.

“Come here, dumbass.” He snorted, knocking [Name]’s arms out from under them so they could fall onto him. Katsuki capture’s his mate’s lips, humming in content as they melted into him.

“Alpha~!” [Name] laughed as Katsuki peppered kisses all over their face. “My turn!”

Katsuki sighed as his lover kissed along his jaw, giggling occasionally as his arms brushed against their ribs.

“You’re fucking gorgeous.” Katsuki breathed as [Name] lifted their head up. The sun peeked out of the clouds, casting a halo of light over them. “Fucking hell, [Name].”

[Name] grinned, cheeks flushed. Katsuki’s fingers rubbed one of their soft, white fox ears, smirking to himself as his mate basically fell into his chest, releasing happy giggles. Their scent was strong, and Katsuki fucking loved it.

[Name] stuffed their nose into the crook of his neck, nibbling at his scent glands. Katsuki pushed his head back to give them more access.

“Hey, [Name]?” He asked quietly, seemingly embarrassed.

“Yeah?” [Name] asked quizzically. “What is it?”

“You know the name you call me?” He asked hesitantly. “Can you...”

“What name?” [Name] was confused. Katsuki huffed, face red as he looked away.

“You know, the stupid fucking name you always call me that drives me insane?” He prompted. [Name] tilted their head.

“Umm... alpha?” They tried. Katsuki shook his head. “Katsuki?”

“That’s my name, dumbass.” He snapped. [Name] apologised with a laugh.

“What other name...” [Name] trailed off. Katsuki seemed to go redder.

“You know...” He grumbled. “The stupid human one...?”

“Oh.” [Name] said. “Oh!”

Katsuki’s ears flattened as his mate laughed loudly.

“Shut up, idiot!” He hollered. [Name] didn’t listen.

“You like the name!” They gasped, delighted. “You like me calling you Suki!”

“Fuck off!” Katsuki glowered. “I’ll upturn this hammock!”

“Suki! Suki! Suki, Suki, Su-ki~!” [Name] teased, then yelled in alarm as their whole world went upside down as they and Katsuki tumbled out of the hammock. “Owww!”

“Told you that I would do it, didn’t I?” Katsuki said too smugly, already getting to his feet.

“I guess you did, Suki.” [Name] giggled, then spluttered as they got a mouthful of grass and leaves kicked at their face. “Hey!”

[ohbeaby]

Headcannons about how having pacts helps both parties. It’s always kind of bugged me that the boys just kind of accept having someone control them and it’s never really clear what they’re getting out of it. Soooo...yeah

Lucifer: Avatar of Pride

First off, if he’s going to make a pact with you it’s because you’re strong minded and someone he can see becoming powerful. He probably found you by how confident you were yet unaffected by his influence.

Once a pact is formed he will listen to anything you command of him, but don’t be fooled. This demon will kill you the second his order is complete if he finds you too much trouble to deal with. There are billions of humans after all, he could easily replace you if you attempt to abuse his power.

What he gives: Leadership and convincing people to do what you say. With his pact you will find that holding leadership positions is much easier and as such you will fly up the ranks of whatever industry you choose. You will also gain the ability to convince people to follow your orders no matter what that order is.

What he gets: Prideful are everywhere in places of leadership. He can easily influence those above and below the person he has made a pact with to kill them off or just play with their perceptions of themselves. He mostly just gets to have a condensed area of playthings that all reek of his sin.

Another thing he gets is a small boost in power. The more people he can mess with the stronger his influence will become and the more people he can overtake. This is the same with all the brothers.

Mammon: Avatar of Greed

Similar to Lucifer he prefers making a pact with someone who will be powerful. He targets those already influenced with greed though, so it’s less work on his part. Also similar to Lucifer he will just kill a human who he feels is abusing his power, though he seems to struggle to off the witches that control him in game.

What he gives: Great fortune and can trick people. This isn’t to say that the second you make a pact with him that you’ll win the lottery. You’ll just be offered higher and higher salaries, your bonuses will be much too large compared to everyone else. At casinos you’ll be able to fool people in poker and trick others into giving their money up in stupid bets.

What he gets: Making a pact with Mammon is signing a death wish. Once you start not gaining as much money he will just kill you and take everything you have. This boy is waiting for you to stop being useful to him so he can indulge in his own sin.

As I said before he gets a small boost in power the more people he influences. Though he is a bit too impulsive and impatient to wait to see how far his influence can go, he’s not after physical power after all, just belongings.

Leviathan: Avatar of Envy

Unlike the previous two brothers, Leviathan doesn’t care if you are a powerful person. He just wants to recruit you into his navy because not everyone makes it through his boot camp.It’s either you survive long enough to become a soldier or he just eats your soul.

What he gives: Never wanting and being good at new tasks. You will always manage to find deals on things you are wanting or someone will just happen to get you that thing you really wanted. Any task you pick up as well will be very easy for you to master.

What he gets: Recruitment into his army. Once you have agreed to a pact with Leviathan you have essentially agreed to go to boot camp the second you die. He will come and pick up your soul and shove you into a rigorous training session. Leviathan will not settle for less than the best for his army so if you don’t meet his standards he will just eat your soul and that will be that. 

I would imagine Leviathan would take the most advantage of the power boost he gets from his pacts, after all it’s hard to find good souls for his army so he needs to influence as many people as possible. Reasons we don’t see him actually get summoned all that often is because his pact pretty much just keeps those signed into the contract happy anyways.

Satan: Avatar of Wrath

Satan only cares about how powerful a person is when he’s trying to get back at Lucifer. Otherwise he doesn’t really care. He also doesn’t make too many pacts just because he doesn’t want to have to deal with that many people, very similar to Belphegor in that sense.

What he gives: People can’t get upset with you and wisdom. Whoever does get a pact with Satan will find that people just don’t get mad at the person. They could commit horrible crimes and get off with nothing more than a slap on the wrist if even that. The person will also have a ridiculous amount of wisdom, becoming the person people turn to for life advice since they just always know the right answer.

What he gets: Satan pretty much gets a free show and meal out of the deal. As the Avatar of Wrath he takes great pleasure in watching things get destroyed. He really only participated in making pacts after Diavolo and Lucifer made it so only they could travel freely to and from the human realm because he could no longer cause the destruction he so eagerly wanted to see. Essentially pacts to him are just a giant “fuck you to Lucifer, I’m going to do what I want”. Also sees humans as a free snack once he gets done.

Satan recognizes the boost in power he gets whenever he gains a new pact but doesn’t really see the point in trying to gain more power. He is already struggling to contain his wrathful ways and doesn’t really want to deal with too much of a power imbalance on top of it. He is the only brother that never gets involved with any sort of pact bets between the brothers, where they see who can control the most pacts, because they all know that if he got out of control he could potentially destroy the entirety of Devildom.

Asmodeus: Avatar of Lust

The Avatar of Lust is, unsurprisingly, very popular with celebrities and political figures with ill intentions. He loves to jump on their social media and gain massive amounts of followers.

What he gives: The ability to read people like a book and get anyone to spill their secrets to you. When you make a pact with Asmodeus you won’t even be manipulated or tricked by people and you’ll be able to find out anything you want. Nothing slips past you anymore and the worlds secrets are open to you if you just ask the right people.

What he gets: In short, just more people to sleep and party with. This man is all about living life sleeping with everyone and partying as often as possible. He loves himself and loves to be admired so he makes pacts with people with large followings so he can get the same attention on their social media and at parties. Once he sees that the person is no longer as popular he’ll just go ahead and kill them, after all it’s not like he wasn’t introduced to many other popular people who he can make pacts with. He’s probably the least likely to eat a human once he’s done with them.

Asmodeus probably uses his boost in power just to influence more people into loving and admiring him. He’s not really the type to make a bunch of pacts for more power, he really just wants to be admired and loved.

Beelzebub: Avatar of Gluttony

Beelzebub doesn’t care who he makes a pact with, that isn’t very important to him. Though he stays away from witches and sorcerers because he has seen how tricky they can be. Typically makes pacts with people who are into sports.

What he gives: Physical illnesses no longer harm you and quick recoveries from injuries. With Beelzebubs pact you will no longer get sick from diseases or be affected by terminal illnesses. You will also recover very quickly from injuries and be able to bounce back from seemingly fatal accidents.

What he gets: Power and a free meal always sound nice to him. He’s one of the most physically strong brothers and sees himself as the person who has to break up fights between all of them, he knows that he may need an extra boost in power if the arguments get out of hand. He also isn’t one to pass up on the chance for a free meal later on. When he kills the person it’s completely at random, it’s just whenever he starts craving.

Beelzebub is probably the only one, besides Lucifer maybe, to use his boost in power to keep peace in the House of Lamentation. He doesn’t see a need for more power for personal gain.

Belphegor: Avatar of Sloth

You will be hard pressed to really get a pact out of this guy, he just doesn’t care and would rather sleep than deal with people. He keeps maybe 2 pacts at a time and even then he tells the people not to bother summoning him for anything. Mostly makes pacts with students because they are too busy to even try and summon him so it’s a win for him.

What he gives: Awareness of everything and never wake up tired. You won’t need to be paying attention to anything anymore because you’ll know everything that’s going on around you, who’s in the room with you, what they’re doing, why they’re doing it, etc. You’ll also be able to sleep 30 minutes and feel like you’ve gotten a full nights rest. Very popular with students.

What he gets: Amusment and a free meal for Beelzebub because he just doesn’t care. Belphegor is similar to Satan in the fact that he mostly makes pacts as a “fuck you” to Lucifer. He also kind of finds it funny that the students who make pacts with him don’t always improve in school because they figured the being aware part would make it easier to cheat on tests, which isn’t always the case with everyone gets different versions of the test.

Belphegor is another that just honestly doesn’t care about power and in fact he doesn’t even really care about influencing others. He’s perfectly content just having one or two pacts that he can throw over to Beelzebub whenever he wants to give his brother a gift.

[duker42]

🎃👻Kinktober 2019 October 31st👻🎃

Day 31: (Free for All) Mommy-Daddy/Threesome/Dominate-Submissive

“Mmmmmmhhhhhhhhhhh!” Y/N treaded her fingers through his longer brown locks As he lapped eagerly at her wet pussy, two fingers curled into her like Levi had shown him.

“That’s right, brat. Eat Mommy’s pussy for her. Do a good job and you can fuck her.” Eren moaned into her clit as he continued to lick up and down her slit.

Levi’s voice was erotically husky as he commanded the boy’s movement in the bedroom. His hand in between Eren’s spread thighs and lifted ass cheeks to rub the tip of his cock as he worked to please his Mommy.

“Just like that Baby Boy!” Y/N breathed as his green eyes flashed in pleasure of her approving words while he watched her reverently.

His hips pushed back slightly as his Daddy worked his shaft gently, stimulating him further. He had started stroking him as he worked, a tiny reward for following their commands so well tonight.

He loved the feeling of Y/N and Levi dominating him together. He was theirs to play with, pet, order around, suck and fuck as much as they wanted.

It had started with Y/N. The motherly vibe she had given off had lured Eren in. Her acceptance of his anger at his inability to save his own mom and her comforting him during those times when his guilt ate at him. He had developed a crush on her, innocent at first but growing stronger as their days of isolation in the cabin grew.

Captain Levi had been incorporated into his crush because of his relationship with Y/N. Hearing them have sex had at first made him feel guilty, like he was listening to his parents, but over time he found himself getting hard at the grunts and moans coming from their bedroom.

And watching them, fuck, watching them. He had found himself outside their door every night, his cock in his hand as he peered in the keyhole of their bedroom door. Watching as they teased and fucked each other. While they talked about the squad. Eren had almost cum at the mental image of Y/N bending him over and spanking him the day she told Captain that sometimes she want to beat his ass.

It wasn’t until Y/N and the Captain had chewed him a new asshole about some mistake he had made that he realized he viewed them as his Mommy and Daddy. Not in the you’re my parents kind of way, but please punish me and make me your bitch kind of way.

His balls tightened under the ministrations of Daddy’s hand milking his cock, another hand fondling the low hanging sacs as he did. Daddy chuckled as he withdrew his hand, making Eren whimper at the loss of contact. “You are such a good boy. Would you like to fuck Mommy now?”

Eren nodding, still lapping at her clit as he did. He felt Daddy pull his hips up and grind his own hard cock against his Baby Boy’s hip. “Remember” he whispered, his breath hot against Eren’s ear. “You can’t cum. Be a good boy and I promise you’ll be rewarded.”

Eren shuddered as he licked his ear and guided him on top of Y/N. Levi’s hand was around his cock as he moved him into position. Eren waited, knowing he wasn’t allowed to move until he was told. He felt Daddy push against his ass with his hands, forcing his hips down as his cock sank into Mommy’s pussy.

He groaned loud and uninhibited as the feeling of her around him made his eyes roll back. “Such a good baby boy. You fill Mommy up so nicely.” Y/N cooed underneath him. It was so hard not to just fill her up with his cum when she praised him. But if he did, he wouldn’t like the consequences.

Mommy rubbed her gorgeous breasts, drawing his attention to those wonderful nipples that he aches to suck on. He wanted to nurse like a baby while letting them teach him how to please them. But he knew he couldn’t, he hadn’t been good so he didn’t get to suck of them today.

His ass still stung from the punishment he had received before the fun had started. They had each taken turns making his ass bright red from forceful strikes of their hands. His cock had twitched painfully by the time they had finished and he was desperately wanting to have them use him.

Daddy pulled him back and force, his hands in Eren’s waist as he set the rhythm. He shuddered every time he felt Daddy’s hard length brush up against him. His puckered hole throbbed with anticipation of maybe getting fucked tonight.

After they were going steady, Eren plunging his cock into Mommy, he felt Daddy pushed a lubed finger suddenly into his ass. His moan filled the room as his back arched and his hips paused as he savored the feeling of his Daddy’s finger pushing deep inside him.

“Keep going brat, you don’t want to disappoint Mommy, do you?” Eren whimpered are the idea and started thrusting into her harder to make up for his mistake.

Mommy released her pinched nipples and stroked his hair that had fallen down in his eyes. “You’re such a good boy, Eren. You’re making me feel so good.”

He felt his body flinch at her words of praise, his release getting closer as her flatter washed through him. The finger in his ass had become two, pumping into his core hard, curling to find his prostate with ease.

Daddy never made it easy on him. Always challenging him to contain himself, training him to last longer. The last time he had failed and had cum in Mommy, he had been force to clean her out with his tongue, eating his own cum. He still thought about how hard he had been while being crouched between her thighs.

Mommy’s pussy tightened around his cock, her eyes closed and her voice breathless as she cried out. “Oh yes baby! Make Mommy cum! Oooohhh right there! My baby boy’s cock is soooo good!”

Her juices coated him as he felt his own orgasm start to build up. Daddy knew him better than that thought his feel hand reached between his legs and wrapped around the base of his sac and squeezed with firm pressure.

Eren cried as he felt his orgasm subside from the pressure. As soon as Mommy stopped shaking underneath him, Daddy pulled him back and onto his hands and knees.

“You almost did, didn’t you?” Daddy whispered. He ran his tongue up Eren spine causing him to shiver. “You we’re going to cum in Mommy’s pussy like a naughty boy. You know only Daddy can do that.”

He withdrew his fingers and his hand from his balls making Eren whimper in protest. “Hush baby, you know Daddy’s going to take care of you.” Mommy chided as she pushed herself up to lean against the headboard to watch the show that was going to be put on for her.

Daddy bit down on his shoulder, making him gasp as he pushed his ass back to him, eager to be filled by Daddy’s cock. He heard that low sexy chuckle from Daddy as he rubbed the tip of his cock up and down Eren’s spread ass cheeks.

The first inch of Daddy’s cock always made him cry out, the bulbous tip piercing the tight ring of muscles. After that, it was pure hedonist pleasure as he worked his thick, long cock into his tight passage. Eren moaned like the little whore he loved being, making Mommy smile indulgently at him.

“Daddy feels so good, doesn’t he?” Y/N murmured to him, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss as he nodded, his green eyes wide with pleasure.

“It because our baby is so strong, Mommy. Look at him, he takes my cock so well.” Eren flushed at the praise he was getting from both of them.

The thrusts were hard, Daddy pounding his cock deep into Eren’s ass. Hunching over him he had his slender fingers wrapped around his cock, stroking him at the same tempo of his thrusts.

“Such......a.....goooood.....boy.” Daddy gasped between strokes. He was getting closer, Eren could tell. Thank the Gods because he was about to explode from the pleasure of having his ass fucked and his Daddy’s tight hand moving over him.

Mommy had already started fingering herself, spreading her pussy wide for Eren to watch as she moved her fingers in and out of that wonderful cavern.

“Ha!...Cum...for....me...!” Daddy pushed deep as he filled Eren with the hot spunk he loved. His command drove Eren over the edge, his cock jerking in Daddy’s hand as his own release shot out, cover his hand and the sheets below, the long stream almost hitting Mommy where she was watching.

**Knock, Knock** “Eren? Dinner’s ready.”

His eyes shot open at the sound of Y/N’s voice. His hand flying over his cock as his balls drew up tight against his body.

“Eren?”

“I-I’m c-cumming!!!” He cried as his orgasm ripped through him.

The hot rope of milky white cum shot out of the tip of his throbbing cock as he gasped for breath. The force of the shot caused it to land next to his head on his pillow as his hips lifting into the air. His hand still furiously pumping himself through the last of his release.

“Okay...come downstairs before Sasha eats it all.” Y/N said before he heard her steps retreating down the stairs.

Eren laid there, his heart pounding and his breathing harsh as he came down from his euphoric high. He turned and looked at the wet thick cum on the pillowcase next to him.

Sighing he got up and removed the case, using it to wipe himself up as he thought about the obsessive fantasies he had about Y/N and Levi.

Hopefully one day it could happen, but for now he would just imagine all the wonderful things they would do to him.

[11thstreetgirl]

Summary: PWP. Sami’s horny when he gets off stage… (Sami Yaffa x reader)

AN: soooo this is what my wine-infused brain comes up with. It’s pure p*rn. Detailed, unashamed p*rn. Be warned. 50+ Sami on stage playing fast songs will be the death of me (yup it’s Monroes-era Sami in this case) one day. I’m sorry it’s not gender neutral :( Enjoy!

He was always the most beautiful right after he came off stage. Skin glistening with sweat, strands of hair glued to his face and neck, smiling ear to ear, a slightly drunken happy haze in his eyes and  his whole being buzzing. The nights I was there he usually came straight to me, hugged me tightly and smothered me with wet, furious kisses that tasted like wine and happiness. And he was horny. He'd never admit it but I think it was the bass trembling against his lower parts all night. Today was no exception. The guys were having a blast on stage, laughing and goofing around. I stood at the side of the stage admiring them at their work, and it was bloody marvelous to watch. Bobby the roadie was pouring out shots again, god knows how many they had already had. By the look Sami gave me when he scurried over to shoot the vodka down it was many.

Rich kicked his guitar into the next song. This was my favourite part on the setlist: Got Blood and Black Ties And Red Tape back-to-back. Two fast, filthy songs with heavy bass duty. They got Sami sweating and concentrating more on what he was doing. He stood with his legs wide apart in a low stance that accented his thighs just the way I liked. He leaned back to get better control over the instrument and hunched over a little. He looked animalistic and wild and so ridiculously hot my heart skipped a beat. The man didn’t need to do anything more to get me dripping wet. He was making rough love to his bass. Not that he ever was too gentle with his instrument, but tonight he was giving it even harder time than usually and the front row girls were definitely swooning over him. On nights like this it did wonders to his ego and got him to put his everything into what he was doing. His whole body was one with the rhythm, moving almost involuntarily with the sounds, like something that wasn’t a human anymore but rather made out of noise entirely. The way he was putting all of his weight into hitting the strings did things to me. I loved the way the muscles on his arms moved and how strong and skilled his fingers were. Whenever he wasn’t making faces and laughing at his bandmates he had his eyes closed in almost a pained expression. It came pretty close to being as hot as the way he looked when he was orgasming. He definitely was enjoying himself. It was rough and hard and I was probably expecting the same treatment later. The thought send shivers all over my body and made hot lust settle at the pit of my stomach. I badly wanted to sneak near his amp and run my fingers on it, feel the rumble physically, the low-end knock-out groove that he was pouring his heart and hunger into. Hell, I wanted to strap my whole body against it and cling onto it like it was a giant vibrator. I would've laughed at the thought if I wasn’t getting too hot and bothered to think straight. Thank God the band was just an encore away from getting off stage. Bobby poured another four shots. The guys waltzed over like the owners of the world, smiling like maniacs. Michael and Steve immediately threw their sweaty shirts off and dry ones on. The guitar feedback screeching onstage went quiet as roadies hurried to tune the instruments. The audience was going wild. Sami scooped me into a quick, sweaty hug. He grabbed my face and crashed his lips on mine into a hot, open-mouthed knee-dipping kiss. It lasted only for a few seconds but left me panting and desperate. Before I got my mind straight Sami was out of my reach and laughing with his bandmates. The black-haired blur of happy musicians shouted something incoherent, clinked their glasses together and shot down the alcohol. With Michael’s lead they ran back onstage.

I watched as they reveled around. Sweaty, hungry, they had given their everything to the audience tonight. Breathing heavy and smiling ear to ear they bowed, and bowed again, and kicked their mics and left their guitars lying on the stage, feedback screeching and filling the air with the applause and screams from the audience. It was a party as soon as the band got off stage. The laughter, all the wine, all the sweaty clothes. I knew this was how things were, it took them a while to calm down and to be able to pay attention to the real world around them. But Sami definitely was paying attention to me. They were still going through the gig together but he’d steal a look at me every now and then. When he was filling his glass he’d wink at me and give me grin that made me shudder. It was like in the beginning all over again, and it made me just to get more exited. I knew the others wouldn’t mind but still sharing such looks secretly made my heart pound faster. Sami’s half-closed eyes followed me wherever I sat and chatted with someone. I noticed him trying to cover his front discreetly.

It felt like eternity. Every now and then he’d walk past me and run his hands over mine or hug me, but always he’s go back to the conversation he was having with someone. I was getting impatient when he finally came to me.

-Let's get out of here, Sami murmured into my ear. Hell yes, finally. He put his hand at the small of my back and gently pushed me towards the door. We stepped outside into the chilly Helsinki night. Sami gave me quick kiss. I was starving for more. He scrambled through his pockets for his phone and called us a taxi. He was visibly drunk; not wasted but mischievous and he had a one-sided grin on his face. And my god he was horny. He tried to be discreet when he hugged me and grinded against me but no way in hell I’d miss it. I wanted to moan and take him right there in the middle of the street. Thank god it was a hometown show so we could just take a taxi and be back home in some twenty minutes.

Sami had a hard time keeping his hands to himself. Not that mine were in my own lap either. His hand was dangerously high on my thigh, fingers massaging the flesh underneath the fabric. He had his face buried in my hair and his breathing was ragged and hot in my ear. Occasionally he kissed my neck and my face. I didn’t ever dare to look at him because I feared we’d devour each other on the spot. Constant small shivers were running on my body. In my mind I was trying to will the driver to run a few red lights.

I felt like a teenager as we almost ran to our apartment. I fiddled with the key for what felt like an eternity as Sami had his arms around me in a tight hug and was breathing hard onto my neck. I could smell the alcohol and the desire and it was making my vision blurred. I fucking adored the man.

Finally the door opened and we stumbled in. Sami wasn’t all smiles anymore but so so horny he probably wasn’t thinking at all. Seeing him like that made me lose my mind. He ripped my jacket off and then his, dropping them on the floor. I kicked my shoes off and so did he, and as soon as all the extra clothes were out of the way he crashed his body against mine. In an instant his mouth was on mine and the kiss had nothing to do with being gentle or considerate. It was bruising and wet and made my brain numb. His hands were already under my shirt on my hips and he was pushing me towards the bedroom. There was so much going on it was a total sensory overload of pleasure. I gave into him. He could do just about anything to me tonight and I’d just follow his lead.

He usually wasn’t this raw but more soft and sensitive, making it slow and sensual. But especially after banger shows like tonight he got a lot more rough. He just couldn’t stand the pressure anymore. And every time it made me putty in his hands. The way he looked at me like he wanted to eat me alive and the way he pushed all of his weight onto me got me crazy.

I was whimpering and moaning into his mouth and he eagerly swallowed all our noise. He was moaning low and i more felt than heard it. We finally reached the bed and before pushing me down Sami tugged my shirt off. He stood there for a second, panting, my lipstick all over his face and hair tangled. I lied on the bed perched on my elbows. I wanted to sit back up and undo his belt and pants but I knew he’d got the job done faster. So I just stared at him as he hurried his clothes off. His shirt and the vest he had on it seemed to have an infinite number of buttons and his hands were shaking a little. All the while he was staring at me with his eyes half closed. Finally the shirt was off and his torso bare. I licked every inch of it with my gaze. As he moved his hands to his belt I got out of my trance just enough to shimmy out of my pants. With them I threw my socks and panties on the floor.  Sami got his belt off and a second later was standing there in all of his naked glory. He didn’t waste time in savoring the moment but dived right in. He pushed my legs apart and buried his face between them. He gave me a long, slow lick before taking my clit between his lips and sucking. Air escaped my lungs in a strained moan and I could feel Sami smiling against me. He pulled off just for a second to suck on his finger before pushing it in, not that he really needed any lubricant as I was probably dripping on his fingers by now. The movement of his hand and his tongue were quickly making me a writhing mess under him. I was surprised he even had the patience for this right now. I sure as hell didn’t. On any other night I would’ve enjoyed his worship until the world ended, but tonight I was way too eager to get him inside me.

- Sami please… I got out of my mouth in between the moans. - Just fuck me already!

He moaned against me, the sound a physical tremble making me buck my hips. He gave one last lick to my clit, then got up.

- Turn around.

His voice was hoarse and his hands guided my movements. I got on all fours as he got on his knees on the bed. I pushed my ass up for him to get a better look and turned just enough to see his face as his eyes fluttered almost closed and a appreciative groan escaped him. He gave my ass a playful slap before reaching his hands around me and pulling me up against his body. He rubbed his cock on my ass and moaned. One of his hands was caressing my boob and the other slipped between my legs. I was glad he was holding me upright, I was still sensitive from all the licking. His touch was surprisingly soft as he rubbed my clit for a moment. I moaned impatiently, I was just as desperate as he was. He gave a quick kiss to my neck before murmuring:

- Mind if I get a little rough and carried away?

All I could muster was a shaky no as his finger was drawing circles on my clit. Sami groaned and removed his fingers. An involuntary sound of disapproval escaped me but was overrun with a loud moan as Sami pushed inside me with one long movement. He let out a breathy moan that sounded like he’d been holding it in all nigh. He dint give me even a second to adjust as he pulled back and pushed right back in. He set a slow but intense rhythm that left me breathless. He held his hand on my lower stomach and I angled myself so that he probably could feel himself moving inside me as I pushed my ass into his lap. He was panting and groaning and all the sounds were driving me crazy. He was holding back but I wasn’t having it. I was so far gone I just wanted him to fuck me as hard and rough as he had played his bass earlier, so I wiggled my ass on his lap every time he was deep inside me, trying my very best to make him snap. Not that I wasn’t enjoying his deep, long thrusts that I could almost feel in my throat. He was melting my brain with each movement and my little teasing wasn’t only driving him mad but me too. 

And it payed off. Sami groaned, a frustrated animalistic sound, and pushed me forward so that I was back on all fours. Yes yes yes yes. He took a bruising grip on my hips and started pounding into me with such force I knew I'd be walking funny for days. Just like I wanted it. I tried to push back to meet him with every thrust but it was getting too much too fast and I was overrun with the feeling of him so deep inside me. It made my vision blurred and hands weak.

I turned to look at him over my shoulder and the sight of him almost made me cum right away. He had the same pained expression on his face as earlier, sweat making his skin glisten, hands leaving marks on my hips. The sound of our bodies slamming together filled the room with his moaning and grunting, and I doubted he was even aware he was making so much noise. It just drove me closer to the edge. He was close too without a doubt. My mind was a blank, all there was left in the world was him slamming into me, filling me again and again, sending tsunamis of pleasure all over my body. As much as I wanted this to last forever I was desperate to cum. I reached between my legs and rubbed my clit feverishly. Sami knew I was about to come and somehow picked up his pace. It was all it took and I came, violently shaking and moaning his name. My hands gave away and I collapsed on the bed. Sami lost his rhythm and pulled my hips to his, swearing under his breath as his hips bucked and he filled me. I could feel his warm cum inside me as he fell next to me.

We lied there gasping for air. Sami was dizzy and sweaty and oh-so-beautiful so I cuddled closer, ignoring the fact that we were still pretty much steaming and probably on the verge of a heatstroke. Our bedroom smelled like sex and love and my man was a mess. He could barely hold his eyes open.

- I know you know how to make me cum so hard I see stars but this was something else, I murmured against his skin. He chuckled, a tired, strained sound.

- Thank you for letting me blow off some steam. I wasn’t too rough was I? His voice was hoarse and he was still panting.

- Anytime babe, if you blowing off steam is this good. I don’t mind rough.

- Well we do have a couple of gigs next weekend….

AN: no taglist this time because ...well p*rn lol

[kylopen]

I saw your post about needing requests. So I'm here to request. Maybe a Lisa (blackpink) and female reader? Fluffy angst? Like Lisa's so busy with the comeback she forgets their anniversary? Happy ending please. Thank you! (If you dont do fxf or just dont want to do this I understand.)

Anniversary

Warnings: Angst and floof💓 female x female.

Ahhhh thank you I’ve been wanting to do a fem x fem and haven’t gotten around to it :) and Lisa’s my bias soooo I was more than happy to do this~ thank you for requesting💓

It’s pretty short tho.

It had been a while since you and Lisa had managed to spend quality time together. So when she’d promised she would come and spend the evening with you on your anniversary you were ecstatic. The evening was planned out perfectly. You would greet Lisa and bring her to the living room to have a marathon of Disney movies, eating snacks and talking before you would serve her dinner and the night would end with you both in bed.

So when the clock struck 6pm you were growing worried. She was 2 hours late. You began to doubt her. Had she forgotten? No. Lisa wouldn’t forget. She’s just running a little late. 6 turned to 7, 7 to 8. She’d forgotten. Your anniversary. It was now 10pm and you decided that maybe you should stay up and wait, maybe she’ll come home.

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Lisa was perfecting her dance for their new song, let’s kill this love. The girls sit down on the floor. “It’s 11:30pm maybe we should head home” Jennie suggests and the other girls agree. “Wait Lisa didn’t you have something you needed to do today?” Jisoo asks, talking a sip from her water bottle. Lisa thinks for a moment, packing her stuff away. “I don’t think so, I needed to perfect this dance and— Y/N FUCK! OUR ANNIVERSARY” Lisa cries out before sprinting out the practice room.

It was a little past midnight when Lisa arrived home. She glances around at the house, noticing the cute decorations, the fairy lights, the candles. You had put in so much effort. It only made her feel worse about the whole situation. You weren’t very pushy, you understood why the two of you couldn’t go out in public and you were fine with that. That’s why you put so much effort in. She spots your form on the sofa, sound asleep. You looked peaceful, but your smudged makeup and tear stained cheeks proved her otherwise.

She would make this up to you.

-

The next morning you awoke, covered in Yours and Lisa’s duvet cover. Was she home? How would you act? Should you be mad? You get up and walk to the bathroom connected to your bedroom, washing off all of the makeup that stained your face.

You were sure she knew you were up. Your uncovered feet padding along the cool wooden floor. She knew the sound all too well.

You braced yourself, hand on the door handle, taking deep breaths.

Opening the door, a sweet smell invaded your senses. And there she was. Little pink apron tied around her waist as she flips over a pancake. She’s humming one of your favourite songs. You sniffle, unsure how to feel, a mix of sadness and happiness concocted into one. She hears this and her head whips in your direction. “Y/N...” she mumbles, putting the last pancake on the stack. “I’m so so sorry. And if you don’t want to speak to me I understand. I just... I’m sorry” she looks down at the floor and then back up at you. “I know... I know that your comebacks get difficult... and I got into this relationship knowing that... I’m not going to lie. I’m hurt. It’s the one thing I ask of you without fail Lisa.” You look at her, noticing the salty drops running down her cheeks. “I... I know Y/N I’m so sorry. I don’t know what to say... I... I booked today off... I told them I needed to rest my body for a day and they said that’s fine... but if you don’t want to spend today with me-“ you cut her off by using your thumbs to wipe her tears. “I love you Lis, let’s just... let’s just forget this. Just please don’t let it happen again, hm?” You smile lightly. She nods eagerly, sniffling. “I made pancakes and I thought we could decorate them” she gestures to the table which was filled with a variety of sauces and sweets and fruits. “Thank you baby” you smile. “Happy belated anniversary you beautiful human. Thank you for coming into my life” she kisses you sweetly. You smile before placing some whipped cream on her nose. “Oh I am so gonna get you for that” she giggles lunging for the cream.

[myownpersonaldemons]

Since tumblr wants to be a female dog I guess I’ll have to stick to sfw words only so tumblr doesn’t eat it Anyway I really loved the thing you did with uf grillby and his s/o doing the do. So perhaps a prompt is in place because I am one sinful gurl also I’m bored so yeah. Prompt time! Grillby enters s/o’s apartment only to hear her Pleasing herself while saying his name. I hope this isn’t to confusing because I’m afraid if tumblr catches one nsfw word they’ll eat my ask without hesitation

I do kinda get why NSFW asks might be eaten (though I will have to test that theory to see if it’s right or just my assumption), but at the same time I’m like ‘ugh just let people be sinners’.

Anywho!

I first thought you said UF!Grillby, so I first wrote this as UF!Grillby, but then I reread the ask just to make sure I got everything, and it just says Grillby so I wrote it again as just Grillby. So, if I messed it up and you wanted UF!Grillby instead, I do still have that one so feel free to send me another ask and I’ll post that one too!

This is NSFW, so only 18+ pleaseeee

You were bored.

More importantly, however, you were boredand horny.

So, on this lovely, bright, sunnyafternoon, you plopped down onto your couch and slid your hands into yourpants. Your thoughts instantly going to your night with Grillby the other week.The long night of just pure sensual bliss. It made you wet just thinking aboutit.

You moaned as you slid another fingerinside yourself, feeling the soft, warm heat. Yet, you were imaging someone else’sfingers were pumping languidly in and out of you. Imagining Grillby’s warm heatbetween your thighs as he worked you slowly and lovingly, his touch so gentleand caring. His name tumbled from your lips as one foot slid from the couch torest against the floor.

Would he go down on you? Yes, yes he would.His hot tongue would lap at your clit, as his fingers pumped you. Ah-

“Grillby…” you moaned breathlessly.

A sharp surprised whoosh startled you outof your daydream, and you sat up sharply to see Grillby standing at your frontdoor, flames a bright blue. “Sorry!” he blurted out, covering his eyes andturning around, closing the door. “…I should’ve knocked…”

You quickly hiked your pants back up overyour hips, as you quickly replied “It’s alright! I’m…uh…decent!”

He slowly turned around, still completelyblue in his embarrassment. “…I am really sorry…I honestly didn’t mean to walkin on you…ah…p…pleasing yourself.”

You laughed shyly, “I…wasn’t expecting youor I would’ve…um…saved doing that until later…”

His flames whooshed again, and he shiftedhis legs weirdly before he held up a small baggie. “…I brought you lunch.”

“Oh!” you said, getting to your feet andtrying as hard as you could to ignore the slickness between your thighs as youwalked over. “Want to bring it into the kitchen?”

Grillby nodded and followed you over toyour kitchen. You used one hand to turn on the tap and quickly washed yourhands, feeling embarrassed about the whole situation. Yeah, you’d been datingGrillby for a while now, and the two of you had even had sex a few times…butthere was still something so embarrassing about having your boyfriend walk inon you while you moaned his name to your filthy thoughts.

The two of you were not unusually quiet ashe divvied up the meal he had made for the two of you. His only words were thathe wanted to surprise you, and you joked that he certainly did which made himblush his cute blue blush even more. Eventually, the blue-shifted to red, butyour mind was still completely in the gutter. Every time his fingers would shifta certain way or he would say something, your mind would just make theimmediate connection to something sexual.

At one point, Grillby slipped behind you,brushing against your ass to grab something out of a cupboard and it was likeyour brain short-circuited.

It wasn’t fair.

You were still so turned on.

So, you glanced over at him shyly, “so…uh…whatabout dessert?”

“…I didn’t bring anything,” Grillbyreplied, placing the dishes used into your dishwasher. You almost pouted whenhe didn’t seem to continue his line of thought, simply cleaned up. With a huff,you pulled yourself up to sit on your kitchen counters. His eyebrow quirked,but this time he made no comment about how the counters weren’t for sitting on.Instead, Grillby merely strode over and stood between your legs which sent athrill straight down your spine, and did nothing to help the throbbing need inyour groin.

“…are you sure you’re not thirsty?” heasked, lips brushing against your ear.

Holy shit.

Holy shit.

“Thirsty for what?” you joked back, and hishands slid up your thighs to grip your ass before pulling your closer to theedge of the counter. A light gasp left your lips at the feeling of how hard he was, and how it pressed againstyour clothed core.

“…you tell me.”

You did what only a smart reasonable womanwould do.

You grabbed his bowtie and started untyingit while telling him exactly what you were thinking when he walked in on you. “Youknow…I was imaging it was your fingers inside me, you know…but what I reallywant is to feel you buried inside of me. I was kind of disappointed you didn’ttake me there on the couch.”

Grillby’s hands went to the waistband ofyour pants and with a little assistance, he yanked them and your underwear downyour legs, letting them fall to the ground. You continued to tell him about howmuch you wanted- no, needed to feelhim as you finished unbuttoning his shirt and shoved it down his arms, kissingalong his neck to punctuate your statements.

It didn’t take long before Grillby’s pantswere around his knees. He kissed you then, stealing your breath away as hishands roamed your body. Neither of you bothered taking off your shirt, and youdidn’t mind, especially as he lined himself up to your entrance. You nipped athis lip and moaned softly as he started to thrust into you. Your moan drew outlonger and louder as he completely hilted within you in one smooth thrust.

Thepace was a lot more desperate than the usual deliciously slow love-making thatyou two normally did, and wasn’t peppered with affirmations about how much youloved one another. You were gripping his shoulders, eyes half closed as hethrust into you at a fast pace. He dipped his head down to lick along the sideof your neck and you let out a desperate cry of his name.

Grillby was the kind of monster who didn’tview sex as a casual thing, it was intimate, slow, and full of emotion.

Yet…this was nothing like the usual.

Stars, you never imagined the two of youfucking in this manner…and never inthe kitchen. It made this all the hotterand you had the growing need to be just fucked until you couldn’t evenremember your own stars damned name.

The kitchen was filled with the sound ofhis hips connecting with yours, the panting of both of you, and the erraticcracking of his flames in his excitement.

When he lifted you clean off the counterwithout breaking pace, you cried out in bliss and clung to him tighter. Youdidn’t know exactly what it was about the scenario that just made him losecontrol and just want to fuck you into oblivion...but you didn’t care. All youwanted was more.

He turned and pressed you against the coolsurface of the refrigerator and you had a fleeting thought of how amazing thatfelt. Though, you were quickly losing coherent thought as he easily thrust upinto you, panting and crackling with his desire. You’d never be fucked againsta surface like this before, and you were just…soooo turned on.

The rapidly building tension in yourstomach snapped suddenly when one arm wrapped around your waist to keep you up,and his other hand slid between your two bodies to rub at your clit. Yourfingernails dug into his shoulders and you arched against him, crying out hisname. Though it was cut off when his mouth crashed down onto yours into thedeepest, hungriest kiss you’ve shared with him.

You eagerly kissed him back, pressing yourselfagainst his chest as best you could as he continued to thrust into you. Hispace was starting to become even more hurried and desperate before he spun onhis heel and placed you back on the counter. When he pulled out, his handwrapping around his cock to finish himself off, you slid off the counter andquickly took over for him. He gasped, and his hips thrust forward against yourhand.

He moaned your name before coming onto yourshirt.

You stood up, dazed, and it took you amoment to realize that Grillby’s face was blue again. “…I’m sorry.”

“What…why?” you asked, “That was…so fuckinghot?”

He was still too embarrassed to even giveyou a look for the unintentional pun, instead, he gestured towards your shirt. “…Itmay uh…have stains.”

“Oh…” you pulled your shirt away slightlybefore stripping it off, “Good thing I’m not too attached to it.”

He gave you a hesitant smile before youpulled him down to give him a soft kiss. “I love you.”

“…I love you as well.”

“Now I know the idea of me touching myselfto the thought of you is a big turn on,” you teased, and he flushed again andburied his head into your neck. It was a surprising change from the way he confidentiallyjust fucked you against your refrigerator that you had to laugh, and youwrapped your arms around his neck. What a dork.

[holylulusworld]

Tropical Heat – Part 10

Summary: Y/N meets Alex on the set of H50. Not able to resist she finds herself falling for him.

Pairing: Alex x Reader

Warnings: language, smut, vaginal sex, oral sex (male receiving), pregnant reader, food play, dirty talk, cowgirl

Request fill

Tropical Heat Masterlist

“Ax, I’m hungry.” You pout staring up at your fiancée.

“Baby you ate a huge slice of pizza not an hour ago.”

“I want whipped cream and some ice cream…and chocolate sauce…do we have cherries too?”

“You are two months pregnant and barely able to stop eating. Damn you will get round soon. I love it.”

Giggling you shake your head. “I want my guilty pleasure and I want to eat it in our bed.”

“This could make a mess on the sheets and our clothes.” Alex scolds.

“You’re right, Baby. How about we eat it naked?” You suggest and Alex stares at you with wide eyes.

“You want to eat it naked?”

“Yeah…to avoid stains on our clothes.” You lie shamelessly.

“Okay. Count me in.”

“Great. How about you lie down onto the bed and I’ll get the ice cream. I want to use you as my tray.” You chuckle.

“Crazy girl, count me in.”

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“Hmm…delicious…” You say to yourself looking at your butt-naked fiancée lies down onto the bed.

“Ah, the ice cream…I’m hungry too.” Alex chuckles.

“Close your eyes, Ax. I’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Okay.”

“Hands above your head. I want to place the stuff on your tummy.” You lie.

“All you want, Y/N.”

The moment Alex place his hands above his head your handcuff him to the headboard. His eyes snap open and you grin down at him.

“Gotcha!” You giggle as he tugs at the handcuffs.

“How shall I eat this way?”

“You will not eat anything, not yet…just relax…I’ve got some nice plans for you.”

Crawling onto the bed you use the whipped cream on his nipples. Some ice cream placed all over his defined abs you look at him with darkened eyes.

“Y/N?” Alex gasps as you start stroking his thick shaft. Slowly you add more pressure and he starts panting heavily. A smile crosses your face when you let go of him to put some whipped cream on his half-hard cock.

“Soooo…delicious.” You swoon and his eyes widen at the realization what you have planned.

“Shit…” He curses as you move between his spread legs to give the blunt head a few kitten licks. Moans escape his lips when you slowly swallow his length.

Cursing he watches you pressing your tongue against the pulsing vein. The need to touch you getting stronger he tugs at the handcuffs, but you shake your head as you swallow his cock.

“Holy shit…does my dick taste good baby? Do you like sucking me off?” Alex starts talking dirty to you.

Ignoring his curses, you start moving back and forth his length, hollowing your cheeks now and then you watch Alex’s face. Pure bliss colors his features as you start bobbing your head faster.

Right before he can come you stop your movement to release his cock with a plop.

“Please don’t stop…” He whines but you shrug.

Your goal in sight you crawl up his body to lick around his nipples, slightly biting the sensitive nubs. Moaning at the taste of Alex mixed with the sweetness of the whipped cream you lick your lips. His features darken when you lick and nip along his chest to taste the ice-cream mixed with the chocolate sauce.

“You taste so good, Baby. Do you want to have a taste?” You purr and he nods eagerly.

Straddling is lap you lean forward to slide your tongue into his mouth. Tasting everything, you licked off on your tongue Alex starts groaning.

“Do you need more, Ax?” You tease.

“I need more, please.”

“You’re lucky, Baby. I need more too. I mean I already clean your cock…so we can have some fun.”

Raising your hips, you line his hard dick up with your slicked channel. Slowly sinking down onto him you moan when he’s fully sheathed inside of you.

“Fuck…ride me, Baby.”

“I will ride you, Alex, …hard…”

You start slowly, grinding, rolling your hips to give him the slightest amount of friction. Feeling him tense and seeing his desperate eyes you smile at him. A pout on his lips he begs you silently for more, so you start moving faster.

Angling your hips now and then you make him growl. You know he’s close, so you place your hands onto his sticky chest to bounce up and down his thick shaft. The tip of his cock brushes over your sweet spot with every hard stroke and you feel your toes curl.

In need of more friction, you adjust your position by moving your hips backward and forward. Leaning your entire body forward your grab Alex’s arms to dig your nails deep into his flesh.

“I’m close…” He moans now and you speed your movement up once again. Your muscles are already aching as you orgasm around Alex. His eyes roll back when he shoots his cum into you.

“Hmm…I must say best ice cream ever.” You chuckle. “What a pity we didn’t have any cherries.”

“Next time I will use ice cream at your pussy.” Alex threatens.

“Can’t wait, Baby.” You whisper in his ear and he licks his lips.

“How about right now?”

“Let me get more ice cream…” You say opening the handcuffs.

“Don’t forget the whipped cream…” Alex says when you walk toward the kitchen.

“I’ll bring some chocolate sauce too…”

“Damn…I will feast at your pussy for hours then.” He growls.

You can’t wait for the fun to start…

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