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sturniqlo · 2 months

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Love You From The Start- C.S

summary: more bff!chris and bff!y/n and a bit of bf!chris and gf!y/n headcannons

cw: fluff, slight cursing, a pinch of angst ntm, very minimal smut

an: tysm to @probablyoutyappingorsomething and this anon for all of these ideas💋 | lowercase intended

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bff!chris who loves tickling you to make you laugh

"chris! stop it!" y/n cant stop laughing as chris' fingers dig into her sides and tickle her. chris also giggling and smiling so hard that he gets to hear her laugh and he's the one who's making her laugh and smile. "okay, okay!" chris' fingers eventually stop tickling her and he rolls on top of her and smothers her face in kisses, missing her lips.

bff!chris who always buys her online shopping carts without her knowledge

"oh my god no!" y/n whines, rubbing her hands over her face in disappointment, her laptop placed on top of her blanket. "what is it? what happened, hm?" chris asks worriedly. "my sephora cart! it's gone, i was going to buy it right now!" she goes to the sephora search bar and starts searching up the products she remembered she had in her cart. "wait, don't do it." chris stops her and grabs the laptop from her. "what? why not." she tries to look at the screen but he moves it from her view. "because," chris flips the screen back to her and shows her an online receipt. "i bought it for you when you were showering." he continues. y/n gasps. "chris, you didn't! it was almost three hundred dollars." she looks at his in disbelief.

"your package got here!" chris enters y/n's room. "my package? i didn't order anything." she's confused. "you didn't, i did. but, it's for you. i bought your amazon cart." y/n swats his arm. "chris! what'd i tell you about buying my cart without telling me." she grabs the huge box from him and opens it up. "thank you though."

bff!chris who takes y/n on many shopping sprees

"come on, it'll be fun!" chris drags her through the mall. "you know i don't like spending your money." chris groans. "i've told many times, i don't care! i'll buy you a fucking house and i wont complain! i love spoiling you." he wraps his arm around her shoulders. "fine, let's go to bath and body works first!" she soon gives in.

"i'd say this was a successful shopping trip!" chris lightly kicks y/n's room door open and places her many shopping bags down. "thank you for my new stuff chris, how can i pay you back?" y/n says. "i can think of a few ways." chris smirks and wraps his hands around her waist. "you dirty animal! not like that!" she throws her head back and laughs.

bff!chris who takes the opportunity to pretend to give y/n backshots whenever she's bent down

"i felt that!" y/n scolds chris when she feels a small gust of wind coming from behind her as she tries to grab a new sponge from under the sink. "not sure what you're talking about." chris acts clueless.

"boom! boom! boom!" chris grabs y/n's hips as she's bent over and pretends to give her backshots. "chris! you're so stupid!" she laughs as she's used to his behavior. "stupid for you." he lets her go and places a kiss on her neck.

bff!chris who teases you when you two are filming for his channel with his brothers

"behave." y/n mutters to chris once they're out of the frame from the camera. "but you look so good in this." he whispers and runs his hands over her ass in her shorts. chris, throughout the video, has been rubbing his hands over her ass and y/n is concerned that nick will miss it while editing and fans will take notice of them.

"and today we're here with y/n and we're going to be-" nick says and chris hugs y/n from behind and grabs her boobs for a second before letting go. "chris! i'm going to have to cut that out! let's redo the intro."

bff!chris who give you his honest opinions on your outfits and accessories

"okay, what about with this necklace?" y/n turns back around and shows chris the new necklace on her neck. chris, laying against her headboard, looks her up and down seeing if the necklace matches. "mm, i think the second one is better. this one is so thin and you can't really see it. i almost ignored it like you ignore my love for you."

"absolutely not." chris shakes his head at the shirt y/n is currently trying on. "yeah, i thought so." y/n looks down at the shirt as if it's going to magically change and look any better. "looks like something my eighty year old neighbor would wear." y/n gasps and they both look a girl who is walking into the changing room going to try on some clothes wearing the same exact shirt. "chris!" she covers her mouth and locks herself in the changing room leaving chris on his own.

"yes, this one looks so good on you!" chris immediately gets up as he sees her in a tight fitting dress. "look at you, holy fuck." he rubs his hands up and down her figure. "thank you, i'm guess you love it?" she looks up at him. "oh yeah." he pushes her into the tiny room.

bff!chris who will sit and yap with you for hours on end

"and i told him, no you're fucking crazy if you think i'm touching that snake!" chris tells y/n a story of what happened on his hike with his friends and they encounter a small snake. "remember when we accidentally kissed?" he forgets all about the snake talk and moves onto another topic.

"really? tell me more about it." chris looks into her eyes as she takes chris about a time where she was into pottery. "i have a few pieces in my family storage unit. maybe we can go one day and i'll show you. i think there's this one piece you'll like and you can have it." she fixed his earring as it moved out of place. "i'll keep all of 'em if i have the chance to."

bff!chris getting jealous when he sees you talking or laughing with another guy who isn't him

"who was that you were just talking to?" chris says in an angry tone. "not sure, he just came up to me and started talking to me." she says casually. "well i don't like him." y/n sighs. "chris you don't even know him." she says.

"woah, calm down. looks like you're about to explode." matt says next to him as chris looks at y/n talking to one of her guy friends. she's told chris about max, one of her old friends, and how close they used to be. "am not." he lies, feeling jealousy all over him. he then sees y/n wave him over and he goes up to him. "chris, this is max. max, this is chris." max sticks his hand out for chris to shake it. "it's nice to finally put a face to name, she's told me so much about you." max says and y/n blushes. "hush!"

bff!chris introducing y/n as 'his girl' to new people

"y/n! come, let me introduce you to some people i just met." chris says in her ear as he finally found her. "okay!" she grabs his hand and follows behind him. "guys! look, this is my girl, y/n." he puts a hand on her waist and y/n blushes at what he just called her.

bff!chris doing anything and everything to make her smile when she's upset

"come on, give me smile. please?" chris hovers over her, trying to pull her hands away from her face. "noo!" she whines. "please? just a small one." he finally manages to remove her hands. "look how pretty you are." that makes her break out in a smile. "there she is." chris smiles. "i promise you, that grade doesn't define you, okay? that professor doesn't know what he's talking about."

bff!chris overhearing y/n tell his brothers she doesn't like him, but he misses something.

chris could help but eavesdrop on y/n's conversation with his brothers. he was currently standing on the stairs behind the wall. "so, do you like him?" he hears matt's voice. "i- uhm, i don't know? no?" chris' heart breaks and he freezes for a couple of seconds before turning back and slowly walks down the stairs back into his room. however, y/n continues. "fine! yes, i do, i fucking love him. i'm just scared to tell him." back in his room, chris sniffles into his pillow. the girl who he has major feeling for doesn't like him back. was she just leading him on the entire time?

bff!chris ignoring y/n after overhearing what she said

"hi, i'm back." y/n comes back down happier than usual. chris stays silent on his phone. "wanna watch a movie or something?" she says, plopping down in her usual spot on his bed. he ignores her. "chris? do you want to watch a movie?" she tries once more, maybe he didn't hear her. "hello? earth to chris?"

bff!chris and bff!y/n expressing their love for each other

it's been an hour of chris ignoring y/n and he finally break the silence. "i heard you up there. heard what you said." he mumbles. "you heard me? like everything?" she questions. he nods. "oh i heard everything, alright." he says. "then why are you ignoring me, i thought you'd be happy." chris finally snaps. "happy? why the fuck would i be happy? you clearly told my brother you don't like me after all these years of me flirting with you? we fucking kissed for crying out loud! were you just leading me on?" he gets up from off the bed and runs his hand through his hair. "what?! no, chris you missed the part where i clearly said i was scared of telling you that i love you!" she says back. "what?" chris says, pausing his movements. "i said no at first because i was scared of admitting it. but then i said i do, i love you, chris." she gets up off the bed and walks to him. "i feel so stupid, oh my god." he groans into his hands. "i love you too, y/n."

bf!chris who can finally show y/n how much he loves her

"can i?" chris kisses down her neck. "can i show you how much i fucking love you?" he nips at her sweet spot making her let out a soft moan. "yes, please. please show me."

"mm, you feel so good around me, baby." chris groans into her neck. her nails scratching down his back. "fuck- keep- keep going." y/n gasps as she feels the familiar knot in her lower belly. "gonna come for me, hm?" she can only nod.

gf!y/n who overhears bf!chris telling her mom he wants to marry her

"you really love her don't you?" y/n hears her moms voice in the kitchen. she had came down because chris was taking a bit to long from getting water. "i do, i really do." she stands behind the wall that goes into the kitchen feeling bad for overhearing this conversation. "i want to marry her one day." y/n gasps quietly and smiles. she goes back upstairs once he mentions that he's going to head on up. once he enters the room he sees y/n slightly out of breath and smiley. "you head me down there didn't you?" he throws himself on top of her. "maybe." she giggles. "i really mean it, okay?" he kisses her lips. "okay, i agree with you too. i want to marry you."

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bloodymiso · 3 months

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★ dude, its just groceries — various x gn reader

how do they buy groceries? do they go to the convenience store every weekend and buy in small batches? or do they go to a big grocery like every 5 months and hoard?

notes: this has been in my drafts for a while lmao | mentions of food(duh), mention of a doctor’s appointment, one or two swears

— in small batches

convenience store lunches, little trips every saturday, small fridge in a small apartment—that was their life. coming home after a long day of work, popping by the tiny store outside your home to grab a sandwich or two and boom! dinner was that easy. living with a little store outside their home was literal heaven.

“awh shucks, we’re out of pudding..” they pout as they turn to you on the bed, upside down and legs on the headboard.

“do we even have anything for dinner?” you ask, turning your head to them as they shook their head. you both pause, a knowing look evident on both of your faces.

“convenience store dinner! last one there pays!” you say as both of you shot up, racing to get to the door as you fought to open it. they sneaked under your arms and through the door , once you got out, they were halfway to the elevator. (or to the store.)

“you little—augh!”

VENTI, ga ming, kazuha, kaveh, GOROU, hu tao, & heizou

— lmao what’s groceries?

uh..doing their own groceries? hell no! they usually just order online. if they’re rich enough, maybe their assistants will do it for them. either way, you have never seen this brat even hold a shopping bag.

“what the..oh my god we’re out of rice!” you said in shock, gawking at the empty cabinet in your kitchen you often held for rice.

“oh really?” they acknowledged before quickly calling someone on their phone. “hey man, could you get us some rice? we’re out lol.”

like..bitch what?

CHILDE, scaramouche, DILUC, furina, navia, AYATO & NINGGUANG

— they hoard

“hey, let’s go to the grocery.” and you end up coming home with 6 bags chock-full of food and supplies to last you pretty much half a year. they were always ready for something bad to happen, an apocalypse, or maybe a shortage in supplies and sure, that was a good thing, but not when they were so strict about it..

wanna get spinach for some lasagna? nope, but we have kale in the fridge! some spices for curry? nope, but we have pepper! it was frustrating, really.

eventually they gave up and joined you on small grocery trips here and there. they had to admit, it was nice only carrying one or two bags home.

“see? now whenever you’re craving something i can just make it.” “don’t mention my cravings.”

WRIOTHESLEY, arlecchino, arataki itto (hear me out), cyno & EULA

— in scheduled visits

“can we go to the grocery today?” you ask, bored out of your mind as you placed down your phone. “we aren’t scheduled for a visit till friday though..” they say, as if replying to a question about a doctor’s appointment.

you didn’t know if it was because of their almost insane sense of orderliness, or because it was how they went for groceries with their parents when they were younger, but god did they stick to their schedule. it was a good way to make sure you wouldn’t use too much money in a week but sometimes, boredom takes the best of both of you.

“fuck it let’s go to the grocery.” they say, standing up from their chair as you stopped tapping your finger on their desk. the shock on your face made it seem like you just figured out the answer to the bonus question on a math exam, but you shrugged it off and reluctantly joined.

ALHAITHAM, GANYU, keqing, kuki shinobu, and.. yeah

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another-lost-mc · 2 years

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Second Chances

Even though you're dating his brother, Leviathan struggles with his feelings for you. He doesn't realize you feel the same way.

LEVIATHAN x f!Reader x MAMMON 5.4k Words | NSFW | Threesome | Levi-centric | Fluff and Smut, First Time Content Warnings: Threesome scenario (there is no sexual/romantic touching between Levi and Mammon); vaginal fingering; consensual voyeurism; oral sex (male and female receiving); PIV sex [ Obey Me! Masterlist ]

Levi launched the DevilTube app while he waited for you to finish in the shower. Mammon was going through a duffel bag on his bed a few feet away, mumbling something about this part of the Devildom being too damn cold. The demon brothers had parted ways after dinner and everyone else retired to their rooms for an early night’s rest.

Choosing room assignments for this holiday vacation had been surprisingly peaceful. Mammon and Levi paired off first to the last empty room at the end of the hall. You claimed the single room next to theirs; Lucifer always booked a separate room for you on trips like this even if you rarely used it. Asmo dragged Satan by the arm to the room next to yours, and Belphie yawned on his way towards the room he shared with his twin across the hall. Beel had already disappeared to get some snacks.

When you came to their room earlier, you were carrying a large shopping bag. Levi squawked in embarrassment when you dumped the so-called gifts on his bed: two sets of pajamas and housecoats, one each for him and Mammon. You explained that matching family pajamas were a popular trend in the human world and that you already delivered sets to the rest of his brothers. His face burned bright red and he declared that he wasn’t going to subject himself to ridiculous normie customs. Mammon slapped the back of his head and told him to embrace the spirit of the holidays for once. Levi rubbed his head and sighed dramatically, picking up the t-shirt and scrunching his nose at the red and green plaid pattern.

Levi looked up from his D.D.D. when he heard the bathroom door swing open. You wore a bright red plaid nightgown that fell just above your knees. The hem rode up your thighs slightly as you sat beside Levi on his bed and got comfortable.

“What are we going to watch again?” you asked.

Levi’s head snapped back to the screen. “The Magical Ruri-Hana: Demon Girl Christmas Spectacular livestream - it just started.” Azuki-tan was dancing across the screen wearing a Santa hat. Levi mentioned it earlier that day, and when you seemed interested in watching it too, he didn’t hesitate to invite you over so you could watch the broadcast together.

You grinned and snuggled closer to his side as you watched different characters from the show parade on-screen in festive outfits. “It looks amazing!”

Levi was ready to launch into some of the critical analysis he was already planning to post online later, but the excited twinkle in your eyes caused the words to die in his throat. He nodded in agreement instead. He draped a pillow across his lap and propped up his D.D.D. so both of you could watch the show.

After a few minutes, Levi felt you squirming next to him. He nudged your shoulder with his and made a questioning noise, glancing between you and the screen.

“Sorry, I’m a little chilly,” you mumbled, rubbing your arms. You were both sitting on top of his comforter against the headboard. He guessed your flimsy nightgown was made of the same thin cotton material as his own pajamas.

He set his D.D.D. down and moved the pillow aside. He slipped off the edge of the bed. “Here, move for a sec,“ he suggested, tugging at the sheets. He fixed the pillow and D.D.D. after you were both settled back in bed with the sheets pulled over your laps. You cuddled into his side again and turned your attention back to the show.

Levi winced when you pinched his arm to his side uncomfortably. He lifted his arm out from under you and draped it across your shoulder. You took it as an invitation to move even closer into him, resting your head against his shoulder and your hand against his chest.

Levi glanced nervously towards Mammon’s bed. His brother was facing both of you, his back against the wall, legs stretched out and crossed at his ankles in front of him. He was wearing the same sleep pants as Levi, but he was shirtless underneath the housecoat tied loosely around his waist. He had this month’s issue of Grimm Monthly in his lap and he flipped through the pages quietly while he read.

You were transfixed by the medley of holiday dances flashing on the screen, but Levi’s mind wandered elsewhere. Your soft laughter tickled his throat with puffs of warm air; your fingers were tracing small, lazy patterns on his chest where your hand was resting; he could feel where your breasts pressed into his side; and he could tell that damn nightgown of yours had ridden up even higher when you threw your leg over his, your naked thigh resting on his knee. Levi’s cock was hard and twitching underneath the pillow on his lap. He stopped paying attention to the show, too distracted by the urge to rut his hips upward in search of friction. He had to take deep breaths to keep himself from panting.

He heard the sound of clothes rustling from the other bed. Levi’s eyes darted towards the noise, and he froze when he caught his brother’s gaze. Mammon, who had tossed his magazine aside Heaven knows how long ago, was staring at him with dark, knowing eyes.

Levi started to panic like an animal caught in a trap. He knew you and Mammon were together. There was no way he could talk himself out of this. He should’ve sent you the link to watch the livestream from your own room. Why did he let you cuddle against him with your soft skin and damp hair that smelled like floral shampoo? He hated how weak he was. Deep down he knew you were off-limits but he still wanted you anyway he could have you, and when the opportunity presented itself he just couldn’t resist—

“Levi?”

He jumped when you said his name. He tore his gaze away from Mammon and looked at you with wide eyes.

You nodded your head towards his D.D.D. where the screen had gone black. “The show is over.”

He swiped it off the pillow quickly and started pulling up random social media apps, trying to find an excuse to get you to leave as soon as possible. “I’m going to be up for a while posting my reaction on my blog and some other forums. Maybe we can talk about it tomorrow.” He rolled over onto his side so you couldn't see his face. He scrolled through his Devilgram feed and tried to ignore you.

“Are you alright?” you asked. You sat up and he could feel you staring at his back. He could picture that worried look on your face; you were always looking out for him, even when he didn’t deserve it.

“Yeah, I’m totally fine! Otakus don’t worry about things like eating or sleeping. You’re pretty fragile even by normie standards, so you should go to bed.” Levi cringed at how much that sounded like a strained plea rather than a thoughtful suggestion.

“I guess so,” you said slowly. You shifted towards the edge of the bed but then you stopped. “What if I want to stay?”

Levi frowned at his phone, refusing to look over, scared to reveal the emotions he wouldn’t be able to hide if you could see him properly. “What kind of a question is that?!” He sputtered. “No, I mean, of course not - you should go to bed, and…and…”

His voice trailed off when Mammon sighed loudly. He heard the bounce of mattress springs nearby, the soft shuffling of bare feeling crossing the carpeted floor.

Oh, no. Levi shut his eyes and braced himself for punishment.

“Babe, I don’t think the subtle approach is going to work.”

Levi’s eyes flew open and he turned his head, watching Mammon rub your shoulders affectionately. You and Mammon seemed to be having a silent conversation.

“What are you talking about?” Levi rolled back over to look at you both properly, making sure to keep the pillow on his lap. When he glanced between the two of you, it felt like he was missing an important piece of a very obvious puzzle.

Mammon ignored him. “I told you, you need to do it like they do in those - what’re they called again?”

“Dating sims?” you offered.

Mammon clapped his hands. “That’s right, like they do in those datin’ games of his. Flirty pick-up lines, grand gestures - he’d pick up on those in an instant.” He laughed while you dropped your head in your hands and shook your head.

“Can someone please tell me what the hell is going on?” Levi asked. He didn’t mean to yell; you jumped beside him at the sound of his voice. It was sharper now, embarrassment and confusion swirling like a deadly mixture inside him.

“I’m sorry,” you said quickly, waving your hands between the two of you vaguely, “when you invited me over tonight I thought we could - I mean, I wanted to -“

Mammon tsked under his breath. “Treasure wanted to invite you to join us in bed tonight,” he said simply, like it explained everything that was happening right now.

It didn’t.

“Mammon!” you scolded him half-heartedly, a pink blush rising in your cheeks and the tips of your ears.

Levi’s anger simmered when the pieces finally started to put themselves together.

“When you say join you in bed, you mean…for more than sleeping?” Levi felt his cock twitch with renewed interest, but he had to be absolutely sure he was understanding this correctly.

Your eyes looked away from him while your face still burned in embarrassment. “Yeah, but only if you want to.” You looked down at your hands in your lap. “Sometimes it’s hard to tell if you’re interested in being with me like that.”

Mammon leaned down and brushed his lips against your forehead. “Babe, he’s been stiff under that pillow since you got cozy with him earlier.”

Levi couldn’t deny it when you shot him the most surprised, hopeful look. The anger and confusion from earlier melted away. He was starting to feel a little hopeful now too, like this was his chance to have you the way he always wanted. Levi felt his face heat up but he jerked his head, nodding his confirmation.

“See? Told ya he wanted you as much as I do,” Mammon said. “Well, almost as much.”

Levi looked between the two of you. “So, how exactly does this work? I mean, no offense, but I’m not really interested in…you know…” he trailed off, jerking a thumb towards his brother.

“Oi! You still gotta show your older brother some respect!” Mammon yelled while you tried and failed to stifle a giggle behind your hand.

Levi gestured wildly in Mammon’s direction. “If you were the love interest in a dating sim, I wouldn’t want to play it!” he yelled back.

You shushed both of them, trying not to let the evening be completely derailed by their antics. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to do. If you get uncomfortable or want to stop, we can stop.”

“Treasure’s gonna be the only one touchin’ you,” Mammon clarified for Levi’s sake. “Hell knows I don't want to,” he mumbled loudly enough for Levi to hear.

“What are you going to be doing then?” Levi asked Mammon with a confused tilt of his head.

“While she’s got her hands full touchin’ you, I’m gonna have my hands full touchin’ her. And you’re lucky enough to get to watch.”

Levi watched while you raised yourself onto your knees and scooted closer to him. When he tossed aside the pillow hiding his straining cock from view, he knelt in front of you and felt gratified when you looked him over with obvious interest. You faced each other in silent anticipation. You moved first, leaning forward and placing a soft, tentative kiss against his lips, one hand resting gently against his chest and the other cupping his cheek. He slid one of his hands into your hair, tilting your head and slotting your lips more deeply against his. Your tongue brushed against his and Levi groaned. He cradled your neck while he wrapped his other arm around you, pulling you closer to him. You gasped into the kiss when you felt the hard warmth of his cock against your belly. You squirmed in his hold. He realized what you wanted and guided you down to the bed, laying beside you with one of his legs between yours.

Levi drew one of his hands down your body overtop of the nightgown you were still wearing. He cupped your breast and brushed his thumb over your nipple. He felt it harden underneath the thin fabric. He pinched your nipple gently, teasing the small bud between his fingertips. When you broke the kiss with a needy moan, he moved his head down and kissed your nipple through your nightgown, swirling his tongue before closing his lips and tightening them with a suck. You arched your back into his mouth, desperate whimpers falling from your lips as he continued his ministrations.

You reached for his hand and he paused. The question he was about to ask died on his lips when he raised his head to look into your face; he stared at your kiss-swollen lips, a deep flush dusting your cheeks, and your eyes were molten with desire. He wouldn’t be able to resist anything you asked of him in this moment, not when you looked at him like he was something you craved so badly.

You spread your legs and guided his hand over your belly and between your thighs. You moved your hand away as he explored you through your panties, feeling the heat from your skin and the dampness that was starting to coat his fingers. After a few moments he sat up and grasped the waistband of your panties and tugged gently, urging you to lift your hips so he could slide them off you and down your legs. When he laid back down beside you, his hand returned to the soft skin between your thighs. He groaned loudly when he felt the wetness that had spread into your folds. He dipped a fingertip gently into your entrance and you gasped. He started running his finger up and down the edge of you, rubbing at your clit with slow, teasing circles.

Levi continued his gentle exploration and leaned over to kiss your panting mouth. “Show me what you like.”

You reached down and covered his larger hand with your own, slipping your fingers between his. You rubbed your finger against your clit and let him feel how fast you liked it, where you liked to put the tiniest bit more pressure. After a few more moments, you raised your fingers to him; he opened his mouth and licked away the glistening arousal that coated them. You let your hand fall away, holding onto his shirt and digging your fingers into his back while he copied your movements. He was a quick learner.

Levi could tell you were close. You were moaning more frequently now, loud and unashamed, and he felt your hips move in sync with his hand to encourage his touch where you wanted it most. Your thighs were trembling against him. He felt your entire body tense like a spring, and when you finally came, you cried out with your head buried against his chest. He teased your body through the aftershocks until you closed your legs and forced his hand to stop moving. You were trying to catch your breath while soft whines escaped your lips.

He smoothed his hands through your hair and held you close. When you raised your head, he nuzzled his nose against yours and pressed soft kisses against your mouth. You sighed as you came down from your release and basked in his affections. He was slowly grinding his hips into your side and you felt his cock, hard and heavy, between your bodies.

You raised yourself to your knees and sat back on your heels, looking at Levi with so much emotion that he found it hard to breathe. You reached for the hem of your nightgown and hesitated only for a moment before raising it up and over your head. You felt nervous and more exposed as you watched his eyes roam over your naked skin. You looked down nervously, resisting the urge to cover yourself with the nightgown you had clenched in your lap.

Levi followed you, sitting back on his hands while he watched you bare yourself to him. It was impossible not to stare at the way his pact mark seemed to glow against your skin. He felt something in him break when you looked away with so much uncertainty. Did you really think he would reject you? You were perfect.

He didn’t realize he said those words out loud until your hands flew to your burning red cheeks and smiled, sneaking bashful glances at him from beneath your lashes.

“I mean it,” he implored, hoping if you trusted nothing else, that you believed him now.

“I know,” you said happily.

Levi glanced behind you. Mammon was sitting quietly in an armchair near the foot of the bed. He discarded his housecoat at some point and was bare-chested now, his sleep pants riding low on his hips. Levi could see Mammon’s cock was in the same state as his; he was palming his erection while his eyes roamed up and down your naked backside.

Mammon rose from his seat, kneeling on the edge of the bed behind you and tilting your head so he could run his lips along your neck.

“See, Treasure?” he asked between kisses. “Told ya he wanted you.” He scraped his teeth against your ear lobe.

You moaned and nodded, leaning back against him and resting your hands on his thighs. He reached across your belly and ran his hands slowly up to your breasts, cupping them and tweaking the nipples gently between his fingertips. You arched your back against him.

“Mammon, please-” you breathed.

He moved one of his hands between your legs. “We’ve got you, don’t we?” Mammon glanced at Levi over your shoulder.

Levi’s mouth was dry watching Mammon tease at your clit with his thick fingers. He nodded. “Whatever you want,” he promised hoarsely.

Mammon slipped two fingers inside and held you still when you bucked in his grasp. He moaned loudly when he felt how wet you were.

“Tell us what you want, babe,” he said as he thrust his fingers inside of you lazily.

“I want-” you whined, panting when you felt Mammon’s greedy fingers searching for that spot inside you that made you squirm. “I want you to touch me while I go down on him.”

Their reactions were instant.

“Oh, fuck,” Levi said with a sharp exhale, lifting his hips and sliding his pants off hurriedly so he could free his aching cock.

“Fuckin’ hell,” Mammon groaned into your hair. He thrust his fingers inside you a couple more times, faster and rougher, before withdrawing his hand from between your thighs and sucking his fingers clean.

You braced your hands on your knees while you adjusted to the sudden loss of Mammon’s fingers stretching you open. You watched Levi undress and couldn’t help but glance appreciatively at his cock; it was impressively long but not too thick. The desire in your expression must have mirrored his own because you looked at each other for a moment like time had stopped; when the moment ended, you started crawling towards him.

Levi shoved a pillow behind him and laid back in a low recline, legs spread wide to make room for you. You put your hands on his calves and trailed your hands up and over his knees as you gently pushed them farther apart. He moaned as you left a trail of kisses up his thigh, your lips sucking marks into his skin as you inched closer to where his cock was twitching.

You met Levi’s eyes when you wrapped one of your hands around the base of his cock, drawing it away from where it was laying across his belly and bringing it closer to your mouth. You licked up the shaft, tracing a vein and following the curve of his cock with your tongue. You lapped up a drop of precum beading at the tip. You wrapped your lips around the head of his cock and sucked.

Levi’s hands shot into your hair when you started bobbing your head. You set a slow, easy rhythm, licking the shaft and flicking your tongue over the tip while your lips tightened into a sweet vice. You used your hand to stroke the length of his cock that you couldn’t fit in your mouth.

Levi was moaning your name between bitten-off curses and incoherent praises. His hips jerked further into your mouth when a particularly hard suck left him gasping. He heard you sputter quietly, but when he tried to pull away, you took him even deeper into your mouth and hummed. The hand near his hip urged him to thrust again and he moaned when he felt you swallow around his cock.

Levi dazedly looked past you where he caught glimpses of Mammon positioning himself behind you. Your hips were raised high in the air while your front was bent low as you lavished Levi’s cock with attention. Mammon gripped your hips and pulled your body to him and then his face dove between your thighs.

Your mouth opened with a loud moan and Levi’s cock slipped out between your lips. You stroked his shaft and peppered kisses around the base of his cock and the skin of his hips and belly while Mammon’s greedy tongue lapped at your folds, sucking your clit and teasing your entrance. The vibrations against your clit sent jolts of pleasure that made your hands tremble and toes curl. Mammon’s hands were on your hips, the tops of your thighs, the soft mounds of your ass. He squeezed and kneaded your skin as he encouraged you to rock back against his face. You sucked Levi’s cock back into your mouth while your body swayed between them.

Levi closed his eyes and tried thinking unsexy thoughts that would help ward off the orgasm he could feel building inside him, quicker and with more urgency each time your lips slid up and down his shaft. It was a futile endeavor. You were moaning around his cock while Mammon pleasured you with his mouth, and Levi could hear Mammon’s muffled moans too; he had slid his sleep pants down to his thighs and was jerking himself off while he ate you out. It became a feedback loop of giving and taking pleasure, the sounds each of you made growing louder and more whiny, more desperate.

It was a matter of time before one of you fell victim to the pleasurable onslaught. You came first, crying against Levi’s hip while Mammon continued to work you with his mouth, wringing the last dregs of pleasure from your body until you couldn’t take anymore. Mammon’s release came next; while you twitched from sensitivity, he pulled back and raised himself onto his knees. He fucked his fist, grunting your name as he came, his cum shooting out onto your ass, the backs of your thighs, and your cunt. He watched the sticky fluid drip from your skin with smug satisfaction.

You and Mammon were both taking a moment to recover, and Levi used the brief respite to find his bearings. He hadn’t come yet and he felt overwhelmed with need. You were panting, head resting against his belly, and he knew you’d suck his cock back into your mouth if that’s what he wanted.

“Wait, wait,” he said gently as he felt you move back towards his cock. He had one hand in your hair and the other was caressing the side of your face. Your eyes glanced up to meet his. You hummed in acknowledgement, massaging the jut of his hip bone with your fingers. Near the foot of the bed, Mammon had gotten a towel and was cleaning his mess off your skin.

Levi gulped and looked away. “I w-want to come inside you,” he said nervously. It sounded like a whine to his own ears and he flinched with embarrassment.

He faced you again when you sat up between his legs. Your lips curled into a satisfied smile. Behind you, Mammon had returned to the armchair with an unreadable expression on his face; when he met Levi’s gaze, he hesitated only for a moment before he nodded.

You shuffled over Levi’s legs and straddled his hips. You braced yourself against his chest and leaned down to kiss him. The desire that subsided earlier returned tenfold when your mouths exchanged wet, heated kisses.

Levi could taste his own salty musk as he licked into your mouth. He moaned against your lips, rocking his hips up against yours, feeling the slick arousal of your cunt when he rubbed his cock against your folds. You reached between your bodies, holding his cock steady while you guided him inside you.

You both groaned as his cock slid inside with one smooth stroke and Levi threw his head back against the pillow. His cock was twitching inside your cunt, the wet heat of your walls squeezed him like some delicious torture, and your soft whimpers echoed in his ears as you lowered yourself even more, slotting into place like you were made to be filled by him.

Your movements were slow and exploratory at first. You lifted your hips and slid back down, letting the drag of his cock tease the sensitive places inside you. You rocked against him and whimpered when the grind of your bodies teased your clit. Levi’s hands on your hips held you steady so you could increase the pace as you rode him. You both gasped when you started moving in sync with each other, his hips driving up as your hips slid down to meet his thrusts.

Your bodies were slick with sweat and your legs were trembling. You leaned over and braced yourself on your hands, letting your breasts bounce between your bodies and against his chest. You lowered your face to his, kissing his neck and his jaw, nuzzling against his shoulder and whispering sweet praises into his skin.

“I’ve wanted to feel you like this for so long,” you breathed loud enough for him to hear.

He moaned and nodded against the pillow. “Me too,” he panted, eyes burning as your confession broke open the secret parts of himself he tried to hide from you. His hands dug into your skin where he was holding you close. “I’m not gonna last, it feels-“ he cut off with a whine. “You feel so good.”

“I want you so badly” you begged, moaning into his neck.

Levi growled and bent his knees, using the mattress for leverage as he started driving into you harder and faster than before. He was guiding your body up and down his cock with ease. You were clinging to him, holding his shoulders while he pounded into you with frenzied desperation.

Your body was overstimulated and your nerves ablaze from the relentless glide of his cock filling you to the brim. You knew you couldn’t come again so soon, and you were exhausted, but Levi’s cock kept rubbing against that spot deep in you that made you breathless.

When he finally came, he grunted your name against your ear while the rhythm of his hips stuttered and then finally stopped when he felt milked dry. He loosened his hold and you pulled away, lifting off his softening cock with a whimper. You could feel his cum trickle down the insides of your thighs. You collapsed on the bed beside him.

Levi blinked rapidly at the ceiling, sweat and tears burning his eyes. He couldn’t let himself fall apart now; he needed to take care of you first. You were laying on your front, head turned away from him while your body shook with a slight tremor. Before Levi could move, Mammon had already stepped in, sitting on the edge of the bed at your side. He stroked your back while you murmured quietly to each other. When you rolled off the bed and stood on unsteady legs, Mammon held you against him while you found your balance. He helped you pick up your discarded nightgown and he watched you disappear into the bathroom.

When Mammon checked on Levi next, he was laying flat on his back, one of his arms flung over his eyes. He was taking deep, shuddering breaths. Mammon reached over and squeezed his shoulder.

“Alright there, Levi?”

“Yeah,” Levi replied thickly, “m’fine. Just need a minute.” He sniffled. “It’s been a while, that’s all.”

Mammon kept his hand on Levi’s shoulder, squeezing every now as he calmed down. Levi sat up after a few minutes. If his eyes were a bit red, neither of them mentioned it. They sat side by side on the bed and Levi slumped over, letting his older brother support his weight. They both stared at the bathroom door. They could hear the water running.

Levi broke the silence. “Do you two…have you done this before? W-with the others, I mean.”

Mammon smirked at the undercurrent of jealousy in Levi’s tone. “Nah, Treasure said she only has those feelings for you.” Mammon paused. “And I’m not sure I wanna share her like this with anyone else even if she did.”

Levi looked at his brother. “What do you mean?” He knew his other brothers adored her. He also knew at least two of them that would’ve given anything to take his place in her bed tonight, given the opportunity.

Mammon seemed to consider his answer for a moment. “Greed and envy aren’t all that different,” he said. “We’re more alike than you think. She loves you, and I can trust you. This doesn’t have to be a one-time deal. We can figure it out - the two of us being with her - if it’s something you want.”

Levi swallowed around the lump in his throat. “Yeah, I think I do.”

Mammon clapped his shoulder. “We’ll talk about it when we get home and see what happens. Now, get up and help me change these sheets, will ya?”

You waited until you heard Mammon’s soft knock on the door to let you know he and Levi were finished with their little chat. You’re not sure what they talked about, but they both seemed content when you rejoined them. Levi was smoothing fresh sheets on his bed. Mammon had some bottles of water in the crook of his elbow, and he placed two of them on the bedside table. He handed you a granola bar; when he offered one to his brother, Levi shook his head. Mammon shrugged and pressed a kiss to your brow.

“Alright lovebirds, time for bed.” Mammon announced. He lifted the blankets so you could slide underneath. Levi rolled his eyes but cuddled into the sheets next to you without hesitation.

“What about you?” you asked. It would be a tight squeeze but Mammon could fit in the bed too. Maybe.

Mammon waved a hand in Levi’s direction. “You’re better at takin’ care of otakus than I am.” He leaned down and kissed your lips. “Love ya, babe.” He climbed into his bed and turned off the lamp, hiding a small smile as he laid down and rolled over. It only took a minute before he started snoring.

“Is he going to be okay?” you asked quietly.

“I think he wants us to have this tonight.” Levi wrapped his arms around you.

You exchanged hushed whispers and soft touches while Levi held you close. It wasn’t long before you dozed off first, and he grew sleepy in your warm embrace. When he fell asleep, Levi dreamt of sweet kisses and second chances.

#obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me x reader #omswd x reader #obey me mammon x reader #obey me levi x reader #mammon x reader #leviathan x reader #mammon smut #leviathan smut #obey me smut #omswd smut #obey me fanfic #omswd fanfic #x reader #afab!reader

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oharapussy · 1 year

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“lyla, what does miguel want for his birthday?”

another spiderdads x reader fic, this time miguel’s birthday 🙏🏼🙏🏼

as always minors dni!

“lyla, what does miguel want for his birthday?” you asked, her tiny frame facing her back to you.

peter had sent you on this mission weeks before, knowing you wouldn’t crack miguel so easily. he was a private person: he wouldn’t like a party, or any big show of it. each time you asked him, he shrugged you off, as if there wasn’t time to entertain such a question. lyla was perhaps the only one who would know, and as she was constantly, silently, conspiring against him, she took great pleasure in what you had asked.

“miguel was very intentional in how i was programmed,” she pouted. “i’m not supposed to entertain those kinds of questions.”

“come on,” you pressed, curious. she rolled her eyes, screens instantly materializing around her.

“i’ll cross-reference his search history on his downtime with his online shopping carts,” she said, tapping away. “he doesn’t keep these private from m-“

oh.

you both instantly froze at what appeared on the screens, both video and text.

“guy pegged with strap-on”

“girl and guy tagteam friend”

“brunette top fucks bear stupid”

“best vibrators for beginner anal play”

oh my fucking god.

“well… there you go,” lyla said, flickering away in an instant, leaving you in the darkness of your office.

you weren’t sure what to tell peter.

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miguel came back from the gym late at night, beads of sweat still trickling at his hairline. discarding his things at the kitchen counter, he made his way to his bedroom. a mix of curiosity and lust bubbled in his stomach: you both had been dropping hints at him all day. it had started with a pair of panties lazily hanging against his desk, building up to the new, state-of-the-art vibrator now lying on his bed, still in its packaging.

taking him by surprise, you wrapped your arms around his waist, kissing his neck. peter followed, holding his jaw and pulling him into a kiss, full and long. he whined softly against the attack, almost melting against the touch.

“happy birthday, migi,” peter said, smiling into the kiss. in a swift move, he pushed miguel against the bed, his cock already hard and twitching in his sweats. “now take your fucking pants off.”

with your help, his dick burst from his pants within a few seconds, his tip wet, desperate to fuck something.

“god, you’re pathetic, already so fucking hard for us, baby,” you teased. he twitched at the insult, hips grinding against nothing. “well, what do you say? want us to fuck you dumb, honey?”

“please,” he whined. the poor thing had been in charge for so long, he hardly knew how to be so submissive.

peter sat with his back against the bed’s headboard, legs wide to accommodate miguel’s broad shoulders. he let out soft moans as miguel reached ever-closer to the base of his cock, gasping against the new pressure in his throat. peter’s hands were in the tangle of his hair, calling him pretty names all the while. from behind, you had finally worked the strap around your hips.

“how bad do you want this dick?” you bullied, grinding it into his thigh. reaching in front, you circled the tip of his dick with his fingers, really getting him going.

“just fuck me already, mamí, please,” he cried out, pulling his mouth from peter. he bucked his hips backward, almost trying to catch your tip.

steadying his hips with your hands, you pushed into his hole, causing him to cry out with such an intensity, you feared you would wake his neighbors. kissing his wide back, you rubbed his stomach, helping him accommodate the size, before beginning to pump it inside him.

the rutting motion caused him to sink deeper onto peter, making both the men gasp and whine in a way that you had never seen before. why hadn’t you done this sooner?

“good boy, honey,” peter managed, looking at how close he was, highly-evident in his face.

blissed out of his mind, he came some moments later, cock weeping and grinding into the sheets for relief. pushing him past it, you began to hit that sweet spot inside him even harder. you didn’t think it was possible for someone to cum so much. by the end, he was a complete whimpering mess, only capable of begging to be fucked.

#atsv smut #atsv x reader #spiderdads x reader #miguel o’hara smut #peter b parker smut #clearing the drafts🤭🤭#sub miguel o'hara #spiderdads

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yongislong · 2 years

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intimate moments + dreamies.

wc: IDKKK GAH genre: fluff/domestic/suggestive?/angst???/established relationships nonidol!dreamies/always self-indulgent lol

cw/note: no cws i dont think! count how many mf times i mentioned studying in this LMAO :| v long, i went overboard EEK enojoy!!!

mark... back rubs. he screams back rubs to me idk. like back rubs but also if you're stressed, he gives such good like upper back and shoulder massages like HELLO. the best part is he doesn't even really know he does it. its like those videos of him fixing hyucks posture, it comes so naturally to him. it almost relaxes him too, to just have you sit on a cushion in the floor in between his calves, while he dangles his legs over the sides of your arms and gives you the most earth shattering shoulder rub you've ever had, he finds comfort in your comfort and lets out all his stresses on your back as well lol. reserved for quiet moments, like usually when you're on the floor studying and he senses you both need a break or you're both watching a movie on the couch and he sets a pillow on the floor and you're already in position bc you've gone through the motions so many times lol. but sometimes he'll just rub your shoulders or neck while you're both just... shopping, cooking, walking, or while mark is waiting for his turn to play while watching chenle shoot a basketball with yangyang. v soft and nice, ur posture and shoulders feel better than ever (even ur lower back like he will dig his knuckles into any place on your back its insane)

renjun... online shopping next to each other. ITS SO... ok hear me out. he's a material girl, therefore converting you into a material girl... its just nice like, using a bit of your hard earned money on nice things is just... nice! you'll sit next to each-other and put on y'all's favorite comfort cartoon and go to town on buying makeup, skincare, a bed for your shared bunny, sweaters, you name it. its like the modern day instances you see in movies where the married couple reads before they go to bed TT. every once in a while he'll start poking your upper thigh asking questions and showing you cute things he finds or maybe you mentioned a problem you had with your skin or something and he's showing you some skincare/makeup products he found that might work for you or just clothes he thinks will look good on you. its cute when you both share a computer as well and just browse together. makes for quality time and helps both of you guys gauge each-others tastes and def helps when planning gift ideas. its funny though how much he would shift positions though LMAO like one second he has his legs straight up in the air resting on the headboard with his phone over his face and next thing you know he's in fetal position or grabbing your ankles to pull your lower half over his thighs to prop his laptop up on your legs haha

jeno... crocheting. LIKE THINK ABOUT IT, this tall, lean man who's 40% veins and 60% just pure muscle LOVES to sit down and make little hats for you and your shared cats and its... like its insane. neither of you guys knew how to do it until you saw videos of people on tiktok making hats and little accessories for their pets, and it inspired you. the next time you go grocery shopping with jen, you sneak away to the craft section and snatch a crochet starter kit. when you bring it back to the cart, he looks at you a little questioningly but you give him a smile and he ruffles your hair and demands you to promise to teach him. now you have a box tucked under your bed filled with small hats you and jeno have made your cats the hats he's made you are in your closet hehe. you do this at least once every two weeks. you sit down and come to a consensus about what to make and you both begin rummaging through the different colored yarn. when jeno's hands get too tired, he's pulling you to lay in between his legs by grabbing the sides of your hips. he doesn't mind sitting in silence but... if you're there... he's so talkative. so much to the point where sometimes you have to stop because he's making you laugh or react so much that your hands are shaking a ton and you keep messing up which only makes you guys laugh even harder TT, picturing him laughing so much he tucks his head into your neck to muffle his sounds or wrapping his arms around your waist tighter every time you tell a good joke... gah

haechan... watching your show. not a show that you're in just a show you share LOL but to me... intimate moments with haechan are a lot more personal and emotional? idk why i think of him that way after you guys have a long talk or even sit in silence for a while and come to a mutual understanding that u both need movie time, the best way to end the night and stop the tears is watching both of ya'll's favorite show. it could be something that came out years ago or something you both wait to air every friday BUT it's just nice! it could also be a movie, but just washing away the bad day, or even ending a good day on a better note, it's a moment where nothing else matters. on his bed, with the biggest white comforter he could find, like 17 plushies, turning the lights off but having the room be lit by the golden hour lamp he has as well as any scattering lava lamps or light up trinkets he has like the heart shaped fairy lights you got him, 3-5 strawberry cake scented candles lit and its just UGHHHH. both of you are both fresh and showered with dewy faces from your skincare, hair and bangs being held up by matching bear headbands he bought. OHH and the show HAS to match the season. scoobydoo mystery incorporated to celebrate october 1st... uhm YEAH! anyways you share his laptop which is covered in stickers he had made of you and his friends or just like random stuff, his wallpaper is you, his profile picture for hbo max is you and his password is your name/his nickname for you as he snakes his arms over you, he lays his head on your chest and drapes one leg over your waist like a koala

jaemin... late night convenience store visits. jaemin seems like a night person! he lives such a quiet life to people that don't know him very well, just walking around being gorgeous and smiling softly to everyone. until he meets you and he feels like he can be himself and is encouraged to by someone other than the dreamies. sure he has the other neos but not everyone knows him like you and jeno do. as friends, you would notice him on social media late at night while you were scrolling as a break from studying. constantly posting aesthetic night pictures of him and his views at the park or random, weird looking snack he sees on his private snapchat story. now, he has you to go with! moments like this are used as breaks from studying or just 2 am cravings for pizza bites. you both talk about nothing or everything in these moments. he has an entire folder dedicated to pictures of you in his phone and almost 80% are in the 7/11 across the street. OHH and one time you went to japan on a study abroad together and he lost his mind because the late night stores there are so good and omg he freaked out about everything and about how pretty you looked under the lights, etc. best two months of his LIFE. now he posts pictures of you in his private story instead. the dreamies lose their minds every time he posts bc oh my gosh, he used to go alone and they were all so worried about him but little did they know he just loves to look around and stuff or sometimes he would just go in hopes that he would catch you bc the store is in the middle of both of yalls apartments and NOWW he has you!!!! and they adore you as well and you bring out the best in jae. ugh :")

chenle...getting ready together. every moment with you, to him, is intimate. but he loves seeing you evolve from the moment you wake up puffy and sleepy, to picking out your outfit, and doing your hair or makeup if you wear it and he loves see you in your element. its such a personal thing to get ready together because, its something that was once done alone, until you found each other and moved in together. playing an any winehouse vinyl and having the crackling noises and music be muffled by his high-pitched laughter when he tries to style your hair and does an awful job or when he tries to help you brush up your eyebrows and makes them into a weird shape like!!!! and oh my god he laughs so loud you would think he was watching the funniest stand up routine in the world like jesus TT you have to remind him through laughs and a hand to his mouth that you do in-fact live in a complex with other people lol. but in all seriousness you are letting him into your personal bubble!!! and aren't even mad/awkward with him because he's touching you like this!!! you trust him this much, especially considering he knows how much you value alone time and personal space or just... even letting anyone see you in your rawest form. ofc he's honored to help you get ready and aids in picking out your outfit for lecture or work if you actually wear the outfit he gets so smug and flirty but he's practically bright red. and vice versa!! he likes propping you up on the bathroom sink and letting you help him trim his brows, put pomade in his hair, put on his moisturizer while he cages your figure by putting his hands on the granite next to your thighs, which encourages you to link your ankles behind his back. TOOTHPASTE KISSES... need i say more!?

jisung... watching him dance. I KNOW OK, basic but i mean come on, he's incredible and its a big part of him yet he's kinda blissfully unaware but also cocky in a way where he will do some insane combo or move and everyone starts freaking out and he's just stops mid dance and looks around like o_0 and is so confused as to why... like he's just... he didn't think it was that big of a deal LMAO. but he started to have so much more assurance in himself especially once he starts inviting you to the studio with him. he begs you to come, it usually doesn't take much persuasion but you were mid task or studying lol and you're like... babe can i finish... and NO RESPONSE he just smirks and shuts your laptop and goes over to you and drapes you over his shoulder or police style drags you out of the room by caging you in with his long ass arms while dragging you out the door. when in the studio its kind of a toss up of what genre he does but he tends to always allocate a certain genre to a certain feeling that plagued him that week. if he's had a hard week, it gets a million times better once he see your eyes full of adoration though the mirror and he stops mid dance giggling and runs over to you and hides his faces in your criss-crossed lap babygirl agenda BUTT if he's had a good week or something positive happened, he LOVES to drag you to the mirror and show you what he's learning. whether you're bad or you dance as often as him, he's always enamored. on more chill days though you justdance battle it out on the giant flat screen tv tucked away in the corner. he reaches over to the nobs on the wall and the music is so loud, but not loud enough to muffle the laughter and thuds of both of you guys falling to the floor from cackling so hard yes his dance teacher is mad lol

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tasteofthedivine93 · 3 months

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Sucker For You (18+)🌶️🌶️- COD Fanfic

TasteOfTheDivine // Masterlist

Ao3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/56911480

Rating: Explicit 18+

Category: F/M

Fandom: Call of Duty

Relationships: John "Soap" MacTavish/Reader // John "Soap" MacTavish & Reader

Warnings: None

Words Total: 2,884

Summary:

Curiosity gets the better if Johnny as he finds your sex toy collection, however your more than happy to show him.

Notes:

For those who are curious (NSFW sites): Clit pump: https://shorturl.at/APsrQ Nipple suckers: https://shorturl.at/XC3jF

You and Johnny hadn’t been dating for long, but you both knew you both were out of a relationship for a while. As a result, your personal sex toy collection was growing bigger by the month. Your bedside draw you used was starting to get small for the collection.

Johnny wasn’t fully aware of the collection, you teased and hinted one drunken evening but refused to share your private toys with him just yet. However, curiosity started to get the better of him, wondering what toys would get you off and what kinks you may have.

After a few bottles of wine, you invite Johnny into your bedroom, after a heavy make-out session you skip into the bathroom to freshen up, leaving the curious man to himself. He tried to shake the thoughts from his head, he didn’t want to pry but god the idea of you riding a dildo really got him hot under the collar.

His blown-out blue eyes started to drift to the black bedside table as he sat on the edge of the bed waiting for you in just his boxers. His fingers started to twitch, he lifted his hand to toy with the edge of the drawer, pulling it open slowly. Just a peak. He thought to himself.

Inside he saw a mixture of pinks and purples, something shiny caught his eye and like a magpie, he pulled the draw open more. His eyebrows raised and cock twitched at the diversity of the collection - he saw the common items he knew about - dildos, vibrators, butt-plugs etc. But a few items made him tilt his head in curiosity. He eyed the door, checking you weren’t watching him.

He reached inside and gently picked up a squeeze pump attached by a long tube to a clear plastic cone. He knitted his brows in confusion. He looks inside again and sees two little silicone mushrooms, he takes them out and inspects them. He feels very out of his depth with these toys.

“They’re suckers,” you say coming back into the room in just your underwear, a cute black lacy number. Soap looks up at you and quickly shoves the toys back in the drawer, a small blush creeps up his neck.

“I - I was just… I’m sorry I shouldn’t snoop” he stammers, looking at the floor.

You walk over to him, hips swaying. You kneel down in front of him and open the drawer, pulling out the items again.

“You don’t mind me using these, do you?” You ask, a little embarrassed but also trying to seem sexy.

“No, I’m not around for periods of time so, it’s good to know your…” he waves his hand at you. You’ve never seen him so coy and lost for words.

You hold out the small mushroom-shaped domes;

“These are nipple suckers,” you roll them in your palm and place them in his. You take out the long tube with a pump and squeeze the end.

“And this… is a clit pump.” you blush yourself now. Soap locks eyes with you, you can see his brain trying to understand. You place the pump back into the drawer.

He looks down at the suckers and nods.

“Is this some kind of… BDSM stuff?” he asks.

You tilt your head. “It can be, but I use them gently and find it pleasurable and… I was curious when online shopping so I bought them.” You smile at him. “And I saw something like this in porn and it piqued my interest” you feel a small blush dust your cheeks at your confession. You glance at Johnny, you see his mouth twitch into a small smirk.

“Did you want to watch me use them?”

Lifting his head, he quickly wraps his arms around your waist and hoists you onto the bed and you squeak in response. He places you at the headboard, sitting on his knees next to you. He hands you back the suckers.

“You can show me how to use them,” he mutters as he nuzzles into your neck, planting kisses on the apex of your shoulder.

Letting out a giggle, you reach around and unhook your bra, pulling the material away and throwing it to the floor. Your nipples were already at attention from the earlier make-out session but ready for some extra stimulation.

“It’s the same feeling when you suck on them, mostly, I obviously prefer you but…” you inform him. You bring one of the suckers to your mouth and lick the rim, you place it close to your nipple and squeeze the bulbous end and place it firmly onto the skin, letting go of the blub you feel it suck you in.

You let out a small moan at the sensation, a little pain but mainly pleasurable. You do the same to the other but this time you reach for Soap's hand, turning it over and placing the sucker to the back of his hand and gently stucking at his skin.

His eyebrows go even higher at the feeling, understanding how much more it must feel on your sensitive nipples. You gently pull at the sucker, teasing his skin - simulating how you use them on yourself. You flick your eyes down to his crotch to see his bulge twitch under the confines of his boxers.

“I can pump them, it feels like multiple sucks but if I leave them on like this for a minute or two, they become puffy and sensitive.”

You stimulate the sucking by gently squeezing the silicone, breaking the suction and sucking up the skin a few times.

Soap remains quiet as you talk, watching carefully as you tease the skin of his hands. You giggle again as his intrigued facial expression. Gently you break the seal and pull the sucker from his skin, leaving behind a small pink ring, you smooth it with your thumb.

Eyes meet eyes again and you smile at him, you arch your back and push your breasts towards him, gesturing for him to touch the other one still attached to your nipple.

Slowly he reaches and gently brushes around the swell of your breast, teasing you. His knuckle grazes the silicone and you feel a small shiver down your spine. He pinches the bulbous end and tugs. You feel a shock of pleasure shoot straight to your clit and you let out a moan.

Your reaction causes Soap to thrust his hips forward, humping into his boxers. He catches your eyes as you bite your lower lip, you nod at him. He tugs again, harder and you feel more wetness drip from your aching hole.

“Take it off for me,” you whisper. He pinches the material once, sucking the sensitive bud once more before pulling it off. A small pop echoes in the room and you gasp at the sensation.

You hear a small ‘fuck’ from Johnny’s lips as he eyes your swollen and puffy nipple. He gently fingers around it, soothing the flesh but instead makes you shiver.

“I sometimes use them on my clit too.”

You reach over and place your hand on his thigh, trailing your finger up and down the skin. A growing bulge starts to tent in his boxers and his breathing becomes heavier. He perks up like a dog, if he had a tail it would be wagging like crazy. Johnny was obsessed with your cute pink pussy, he could eat you out for hours if you’d let him. His eyes dilate, irises once sparking blue now black with lust.

“Show me.” He practically growls not before crawling over you, his thick frame pressing you into the mattress. You let out another giggle, kissing his shoulder and wrapping your legs around his broad hips. He kisses your lips tenderly and moves each kiss down your jaw, your throat, between your tits.

He leans over and kisses the recently abused nipple, letting his tongue dance over the bud. Your back arches and your hips meet his, you can feel his thick cock radiating heat.

He reaches over and pinches your other nipple, not before lowering further, kissing down your stomach, the cute pudge at the top of your hips and down to your mound. You part your legs and Johnny groans at the sight of your glistening cunt. Planting more kisses along your inner thighs, your legs already shake from anticipation.

He looks up at you through his long lashes as he kisses your cunt through your soaked laced panties. He nips at the fabric not before taking the hem between his teeth and dragging them down. You raise your hips to aid him, slowly he drags the fabric down your thighs, and off your legs, the damp lace fabric hangs from his maw like a dog.

He lets them fall to the bed. He slides his hands up your shins and over your plump thighs, parting them slowly. You gasp as your hot wet cunt is exposed to the air. You swear you see Johnny's cock pulse, the outline thick and a small patch of pre-cum stains the front of his boxers - all from the site of you.

He leans forward, planting himself stomach down on the bed, face inches from your core and he pants out his tongue and slowly licks a long slow stripe up your slit, collecting your sweet juices on his tongue. His intense eye contact makes you shudder, not before a hot strike makes your hips twitch as he lets the tip of his tongue flick over your clit, almost tickling.

He kisses your clit and smiles at you. He waits as you snap yourself back into reality from your blissful haze. He eyes the small mushroom-shaped toy in your hand, wiggling like an inpatient pup. It makes your heart flutter at his openness to toys in the bedroom (not that you need them).

He watches your hands glide down to your apex, teasing your clit, rubbing the bud in a few circles before pulling back the hood and exposing the pink bundle of nerves. Johnny’s eyes watch you intensely, eyeing your clit as if it’s a precious jewel, taking a mental picture of every inch of you.

You blush at being so exposed, even to your boyfriend, but you cannot deny how erotic the night has turned.

You place the silicone sucker against your clit, tucking the bud inside and squeeze the tip, sucking your clit inside. Your hips buck and you gasp at the sensation. You feel Johnny's fingers grip your thighs tighter, enjoying watching you touch yourself. He slowly grinds against the bed, relieving the pressure in his cock.

“I wish I could see it,” he mutters, he pokes at it, not before gently tugging as before, causing you to whimper at the building sensitivity in your core.

“You can buy clear ones,” you confirm. His eyes shoot up to yours intrigued. “But I do have a clear clit pump, but…” you bite your lip, “that can be for another time.” You feel out of breath as your clit grows inside the sucker, the coil in your stomach growing, blood moving from your head to your clit.

Johnny cocks his head, raising an eye-brow, smirking at you. “How big can it get?” asking innocently.

You press your lips together, turning away shy. “This, a little bigger and puffy,” you confirm, “but with the pump, maybe a few inches?” He lets out another groan, kissing your tender thighs again. “Only temporary though.” You reassure, however you know your boyfriend is bi and the idea of having a little cock for him to suck on makes you whimper.

“How long do we have to wait?” he asks softly.

“A few moments, you can pump it if you want?” you tease, wiggling your mound in his face.

He reaches back down and tugs the toy once again, watching you squirm. Gently squeezing and sucking you inside more, you gasp as the sensation. He squeezes a few more times, noting more slick oozing from your hole. He groans at the sight. Gently he fingers your hole, teasing the entrance. You can see on his face so much he’s enjoying playing with you, teasing you. He would do anything to get you riled up.

“Okay, it should be good now.” You nod at Johnny to do the honours. Gently he breaks the seal and removes the toy with a pop, exposing your now engorged clit, the bud maybe twice its size and looking painfully red.

“Steaming jesus” he mutters. You just giggle at his reaction. Tenderly he swipes his middle finger up between your glistening folds, gently brushing your swollen clit and you twitch and writhe at the overstimulation already. The increased blood flow makes you twice as sensitive.

“I will cum faster and even more intense too,” you confess, biting your lower lip between your teeth again. Which was all you needed to say before Johnny wrapped his hands back around your thighs, finger tips digging into your plush flesh, and pulling them apart exposing you more. Like a man starved, he laps at your clit, planting a few kisses, but rolling the bud with the tip of his tongue. Your hands fly to his mohawk, nails digging and scraping his scalp. He grunts in reply at the spine shivering sensation. You yelp out, moaning and panting his name over and over.

He lets out another groan, “It’s harder too, fuck it’s gorgeous.” he mutters into your cunt. “Like rolling a pearl on my tongue.” You blush at his poetry. You already feel so close to cumming, you try and press your legs together but Johnny’s strong hands keep you pressed open.

He looks up at you, chin and lips already coated in your slick. “Put them back on your nipples,” he commands. You nod, returning the suckers to your breasts. Johnny presses his tongue flat on your clit and watches as you tease your nipples, sucking them inside the silicone once more. He feels your clit twitch at your pleasure. He groans again.

Feeling you nearing your peak, he wraps his lips around the swollen bud and sucks, hard. You let out a yelp, hips thrusting and bucking like a wild animal. However he holds you down. You’ve never felt such pleasure, such raw intense desire. You breathe heavy as you feel the coil inside your stomach tighten as your orgasm draws near.

Jonny looks up at you again, watching as your face contorted in pleasure. He reaches up and tugs at one of the toys, you let out a yelp. You feel the bed rock as Johnny humps into the bed, you feel a pang of guilt over him being neglected but you know he’s enjoying this just as much as you.

Johnny feels as you slowly draw closer to your orgasm, he feels the bud twitch on his tongue. He laps faster, his lower face covered in a mixture of spit and your wetness. You feel a thin sheen of sweat coat your skin as you grow towards your climax. He puckers his lips again and sucks the bud hard, tongue flicking fast - causing you to arch off the bed as your orgasm finally snaps and washes over you.

You feel yourself gush with slick, you moan loud enough for the neighbours to hear, hips twitching as you try and pull away but Johnny follows. Still sucking, overstimulating you. Your body tingles as if struck by lightning. Your orgasms with Johnny are powerful, but this one felt like it was turned up to 11. Tears line your eyes from the immense pleasure, your hands fly back to his head and you try to push him off you. You feel your hole clamp down around nothing and pulse from the intensity.

He finally releases you, kissing your engorged clit once more. You pant hard, trying to catch the last remaining particles of oxygen in the air.

“Fuuuuck” is all you can muster. Your chest heaving. You forgot about the suckers till on your nipples until Johnny pulls them off with a pop, making you writhe. You look down at your body, your most sensitive places swollen, red, engorged and wet.

You brush the wet strands that have stuck to your forehead away as you come down from your intense high, your blood a mixture of dopamine and alcohol.

Johnny slowly climbs up your body, gently kissing your sweat coated skin till he reaches your lips, he kisses you tenderly, you can taste your tang on his tongue. He grinds his hips into yours, the hardness of his cock pressing into your folds but you wince as the rough fabric of his boxers scratches against your swollen clit like needles.

He backs away and flops to your side. Hands gliding over your stomach, up to your breasts and his fingers glide over your puffy nipples. He plants wet slick kisses over your neck, tongue lapping at your sweat. You let out a whimper and you hear Johnny chuckle at your overwhelmed reaction.

You close your eyes as you swim in your pool of ecstasy, not before you hear the sound of your bedside drawer being opened again. Your eyes shoot open as Johnny pulls out another toy.

“Let’s try this one next.”

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anyataylorjoys · 1 year

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started bed frame shopping online only to find out rich people are out here sleeping in $1500 upholstered platform king sized beds with lighted headboards.

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fandom-collective-writers · 2 years

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Second Chances (NSFW) - Levi x f!Reader x Mammon

Fandom: Obey Me! Pairing: Levi x f!Reader x Mammon Rating/Warnings: NSFW (Minors DNI)// threesome (there is no sexual/romantic touching between Levi and Mammon); vaginal fingering; consensual voyeurism; oral sex (male and female receiving); PIV sex Word Count: 5400 Written by: @yanjam Prompt: A threesome scenario between Levi, f!Reader and Mammon

“What are we going to watch again?” you asked.

You grinned and snuggled closer to his side as you watched different characters from the show parade on-screen in festive outfits. “It looks amazing!”

After a few minutes, Levi felt you squirming next to him. He nudged your shoulder with his and made a questioning noise, glancing between you and the screen.

“Levi?”

He jumped when you said his name. He tore his gaze away from Mammon and looked at you with wide eyes.

You nodded your head towards his D.D.D. where the screen had gone black. “The show is over.”

He scrolled through his Devilgram feed and tried to ignore you.