#the way he audibly gasps and covers his mouth with both hands

[blue--ingenue]

I have Feelings™️ about the way Harry's heart breaks when Albus believes he's innately wrong and unlovable.

Like when Albus says he doesn't blame his father for saying he doesn't want him. Albus isn't yelling or lashing out at this point. He's resigned. He's just heard his own father tell him that he wishes he weren't his son, and he's telling Harry not to apologize because he really believes it's true.

And again when Albus promises him that he'll try to to be more like Lily and James, try to be a better son. Harry's looking at his son, who is suffering at the hands of his words and refusal to listen, and Albus is blaming himself. His heart breaks when he realizes he's made his son feel unlovable, and he truly believes it's his own fault.

[zanarkandskylines]

₊✩‧₊◜ can’t stop thinking about the possibility of getting caught with Bakugo in public on a patrol shift.

꒰ tags & content ꒱ 18+ MDNI! Voyeurism, dirty talk, some praise/pet names, biting/scratching, unprotected sex, overstimulation, cream pie

“Mmph, mm!”

“Shh, baby, ya gotta keep it down,” Bakugo coos, tenderly stroking your hips before driving his cock into you full force again, pressing your back up against the brick wall of the alleyway. “Someone’ll hear how good your gettin’ fucked.”

It was a slow patrol day, no emergency calls or distress signals for the last hour or so. By some miracle, the two of you were stationed to neighboring sectors for the second time this week. Your schedules were opposite as of late, only getting to see each other in passing or on a day off, so you took advantage of the time you were given.

Bakugo bounced you off his hips with his thrusts, holding you effortlessly as he drilled away at your drenched pussy, slick frothing up between you two. The way your walls clenched around him and massaged every inch of his thick cock has his head spinning. You had one hand over your mouth and one on his shoulder, desperately trying to cover up your ascending moans.

“Ahh Dynamight!” you whine as your hand slips from your face, biting your bottom lip - hard enough to leave it pulsing and flushed. You’re too delirious and fucked out to keep your volume hushed, every single nerve in your body on fire with each buck of his hips.

“That’s-mmph-right, ba-fuck-by, only the number two hero can...fuck you this fuckin’ good,” Bakugo growls, pulling you by the waist to plunge deeper into your tight cunt, hot breath tickling your neck. The angle makes your eyes roll back, swearing he's piercing your cervix as drool threatens to drip from the corners of your mouth. You claw at his chest, viciously groping his pecs and twisting his clothed nipples beneath your fingers. An animalistic groan erupts from his throat as his pacing becomes brutal, the pleasure becoming unbearable in your belly. Your slurring words as they're spilling from your lips, garbled by the moans bubbling up from deep within you.

The communicator in both your ears beeps simultaneously and the general alert of "Assistance Requested in Sector...," signaling any nearby heroes for help. Bakugo kisses your jaw repeatedly, nipping at the skin in-between each peck of his lips.

"Go'head princess, cum all over my cock for me."

The thread inside you snaps violently, the pressure of your orgasm wracking your body so hard that you're close to passing out from the rush. You're vibrating and clamping down on him with newfound strength that he's gasping for breath when he feels the flood of slick coat his dick, dripping from your folds, down his length and onto the ground between thrusts. There's an audible sloshing as Bakugo's tempo becomes uneven, chasing his own release.

"Fuck! Y've never...squeezed me like this...you're so fuckin'-mm-tight!"

His words are strained as he latches onto your collarbone, canines sinking through your hero suit and piercing your skin. A breathless scream escapes you as you feel the explosive release against your walls, hot spurts of seed flowing into you and combining with your own spend. Bakugo's knees buckle and threaten to let him collapse as he catches you - steadying himself to hold you and use the wall as support. His crimson gaze meets yours, darting between your parted lips and lidded eyes.

"Ch-christ baby, that was insane," he rasps through harsh breathing. His follow up kiss is rough, a silent thank you between clashing tongues and bruised lips. He breaks the kiss to nuzzle his face into the crook of your neck, sweat collecting on your suit from his forehead.

"I'll take th' call, your shift's up anyways. I'll swing by your place after, 'kay?" Bakugo whispers as he's putting you down slowly, pulling out of you as he keeps you upright on jelly legs. All you can do is nod and smile, readjusting your hero suit to its natural state. He's fixing his own clothes and notices you're shaking like a leaf, struggling to stand up straight.

"Y'okay to get home? I can take ya if you can't walk. 's my fault anyways."

"Y-yeah, I think so. I'll just sit here for a few minutes," you say, sliding down the wall and plopping to the ground. "I legitimately think you fucked me into another dimension for a hot second."

Bakugo snickers, kneeling down to cradle your cheek and kiss you again, but this time, it's featherlight.

"Glad to have ya back in this one."

You say goodbye, waving to him as he leaves the alley to answer the earlier distress call. His voice travels through your intercom as he responds and heads to the neighboring sector, a few explosions ringing through the air. The pulsing in your center calms to a flutter within the next few minutes and allows you to finally get to your feet. Good thing you're next scheduled patrol isn't for a few days - you're gonna need some recovery time after a fucking like that.

[eternally-racing]

need you now | lando norris (+ oscar)

genre: smut , maybe fluff if you squint

wc: <1k (short n sweet 😌)

pairing: lando norris x reader, with a surprise appearance from #81 himself (read and find out hehehe)

warnings: female masturbation, phone sex (ish), voyeurism, dirty talk

rating: R - minors DNI

summary: calling your boyfriend Lando to complain about being horny seems to turn into so much more.

- - - - - - - -

“Landooooooo” you’re whining to your phone camera. You’re throwing a tantrum like a child and you know it, but you just can’t seem to help yourself. It’s been weeks since your boyfriend promised to visit, and after Lando was supposed to come home last weekend but got called into the factory for some last minute meetings, you’re more than a little… frustrated, to say the least. 

You know Lando can tell too. He’s cheeky enough to want to make you squirm, putting on that all knowing smile that you love so much. These conversations have become all too frequent between you two - you nestled into your sheets at home, Lando relaxing in his driver’s room during any free time he has on a race weekend. You’re even wearing one of Lando’s old shirts, and from the way that your nipples are poking through it it’s all too easy for him to tell how horny you are. 

“Lan you don’t understand, it’s like I just need to be fucked. Not a want, a NEED. and you’re not here and it’s the worst.” There are of course much bigger problems in the world, but for a girl who knows the touch of Lando Norris and hasn’t felt it in weeks, this feels like torture. 

Once you get going on the topic, you’ve set the train into motion and there’s no stopping it. Lando of course doesn’t stop you at all, what better feeling is there than your girl talking about how much she misses your dick?”  

“My poor baby” Lando says sweetly with a tinge of sarcasm that makes you roll your eyes “your fingers just aren’t enough, are they?”

Lando knows exactly what you need to hear to egg you on and he says exactly that. “I bet you’re already wet just thinking about me coming back, aren’t you Y/N? You’re thinking about all the things I’m going to do to you when I finally get my hands on you again.” 

You can feel your thong getting so wet and you’re almost in such a sex craze that you’re willing to book a plane ticket to get halfway across the world to be with your boyfriend. If Lando’s going to play games, you can play them too. You lean over towards the camera, giving him a nice shot of your cleavage. “What are you planning to do to me, Lan?” 

And tell you he does. The filth Lando mentions to you is enough to make you feel like you could orgasm without even touching yourself, and small moans and whimpers seem to slip out of your mouth as you try to keep quiet about how much he’s affecting you. There’s promises made of orgasm after orgasm, and even the images in your head of Lando buried beyween your legs is enough to make you clench your thighs together in eagerness.

“Lan, I need you now” you mumble with glazed eyes, “look what you’ve done to me”. You’re about to show him the mess he’s made of your legs and take the oversized shirt off your body when Lando’s eyes go wide and he tells you to hold on for a second. And the words he says as he cuts off your actions make your jaw drop to the floor. 

“Babe, you might wanna say hi to Oscar.” 

You gasp audibly and almost drop your phone entirely. Lando turns the camera all too slightly to the left to show both him and Oscar now. The younger man is settled comfortably onto the couch next to your boyfriend, and the knowing look and slight red tinge to his cheeks tell you that he's been there for your entire conversation. Lando's eyes seem to flit between you and his teammate, trying to gauge if this was his best idea or worst idea ever.

You can barely look him in the eyes as you stumble through greeting Oscar. But it's not missed on Lando that you don't make any moves to cross your arms over your chest or cover yourself up in front of Oscar, and he keeps that information as something to talk to you about later.

“I should head off, mate, but if you ever need help with that problem… I’d be happy to lend a hand.” The Australian boy has the audacity to wink at you through the camera before he picks up his jacket to leave. The Oscar you see in front of you doesn’t resemble the shy, timid rookie you first met at the beginning of the year - you can’t imagine how much else has changed about him since then.

Who knows, maybe it would be worth it to take Oscar up on his offer.

[riki-dazed]

Best friends can kiss, right? -- PART 2

go to part 1 · fluff, kissing · wc: 1205

Your eyes search Riki's for any hint of jest or sincerity, a knot forms within your stomach as you try to make sense of the sudden shift in atmosphere.

Did I hear that correctly?

He must be joking. Right?

The question continues to hang in the air as you stay cuddled into his side, mere inches away from his face. The warmth in which you felt radiate off his hoodie moments prior has now doubled in temperature.

You wait patiently for Riki to crack a smile, expecting him to mention that he's joking around, as his unserious self always does. But instead, your heart nearly leaps out of your chest as you watch his seated figure begin to lean closer into you, your eyes instinctively close shut as you brace yourself for whatever is about to unfold.

It's finally happening..

Your mouth emits a barely audible gasp as Riki's pillowy lips come into contact with your forehead, his hand finding its way to the back of your head, gently keeping you in place for him. His lips linger on you for what feels like an eternity, the warmth of his breath against your skin causes a sense of calmness to flush over your stiff body. Nerves in which had settled upon you moments prior were nowhere to be found anymore.

You open your eyes to find him pulling away from your face, and you can't help but almost feel a tinge of disappointment; a sense of longing for his lips to be moving against other places, and not just your forehead.

Your cheeks flush at the racing thoughts within your mind as one of your hands finds its way up his torso, clinging onto the fabric of his hoodie that covers his chest. Your touch leaves Riki slightly surprised, prompting him to conceal his emotions behind a composed facade.

You pout, your gaze set on his, "Nishimura Riki, is that all you've got..?"

Just tell me how we can make this work

Your best friend returns a small smile, the both of you listening to the quiet melody in the background fade into a comfortable silence. Riki's heart rate picks up with every passing second as you continue to search his eyes, he wonders if you can tell just how much your puppy-eyed gaze is taking an effect upon him.

"Y/n," He reluctantly begins, his voice even more hushed now that there's nothing playing through his speakers. His tall body shifts to find a comfier position on the small sofa, his hand simultaneously pulls you back into his side, "...I don't want to rush you."

You furrow your eyebrows at the sweet boy, giving him a look that screams playful annoyance. A shy smile creeps onto your lips also, your heart warming at how considerate he always is with you.

"I've waited for this since the day we first met, Riki,"

His gaze burns into yours as he tries to process the words he's just heard you say. A part of him knew this, though, he's always loved you too much to put your friendship at risk. In this moment, and with the help of your confession, Riki realizes that some people are just worth taking these sort of risks for.

His eyes shy away, "Me too,"

Riki's calm reply leaves you feeling each and every butterfly within your body flutter its wings, without restraint. Finding a sudden boost of confidence within yourself, you take the opportunity to shift your position. Both of your hands are now situated atop Riki's chest as your knees rest on either side of his hips, the pace of his breathing quickening beneath your touch is dangerously noticeable to you.

This is so unlike him

The realization that you're straddling him feels surreal to Riki, like a scenario he could have only ever dreamed of actually happening. He's looking up at you with an expression akin to a lost puppy, his arms resting on either side of him. He's uncertain of what to do with his hands.

"Then don't make me wait any longer," Your voice is laced with anticipation and longing, your gaze falling to his mouth in which hangs slightly open.

And just like that, the look in Riki's eyes changes entirely, like your words had just flipped a switch within him; you realize that you've just added fuel to a long running fire.

Riki doesn't dare to make you wait another second longer. He lifts his back off the sofa, closing the distance between your bodies. The boundaries set between your friendship begin to blur as Riki's lips finally start to move against yours fervently, causing you to melt against him into a tender reciprocation. You'd be lying if you were to say that you've never kissed him in your past daydreams, though, you never expected it to be this good in real life.

The silent world around you fades into insignificance as you tug at Riki's hoodie, his hands finally settling on the small of your back, pulling you even closer to him; as if he's afraid to let you go.

The kiss you share with him is needy, both of you hungry to taste one another for the first time. Sounds of want and desperation wash throughout the small studio, creating an intimate symphony in which completely envelopes the both of you. Your mind is completely blank, the only thing being present within it being the thought of how good Riki's lips feel against yours currently. The biting, the sucking.. You start to wonder where he learnt to kiss like this.

Your hands trail up Riki's chest, they rest on his shoulders as you gently push his back against the plush sofa. The both of you take a moment to catch your breaths when your lips detach from one another's, your chests rising and falling in synchrony. You struggle to make sense of what has just happened.

"Is that all you've got?" The almost panting boy mockingly teases, refering to your previous question from minutes ago.

A menacing smile washes over his face as he pulls his bottom lip between his teeth, his hands settling on your hips. You scoff in reply, leaning back into him to leave one final, wet kiss against his now slightly swollen, and pink lips.

He tastes so good.

"Mm, this is nice. I like this," Riki sighs contently as his long arms wrap around you, squishing your figure against his. A chuckle escapes you as you proceed to lay your head against his chest. "We should do this more often."

"So, is this where I ask what are we..?" You tease with a smile as you gaze up into his face.

Riki's eyes shut as he chuckles away, hugging you tighter in the process. The feeling of his chest moving against your body with his laughter causes your eyes to ever so slightly tear up, out of pure love, and adoration. His happiness radiates a different kind of warmth throughout your body.

This is where I belong.

Three AM soon turns into the early hours of the morning as you continue to sleep peacefully, your limbs intertwined, the both of you embracing one another closely on the cramped studio sofa.

[buckyalpine]

TW: drugging, sa, Bucky x protective reader

I’m in a whumpy angsty mood where I want everyone, I mean EVERYONE to be protective and caring over Bucky, taking care of him and making sure he’s okay.  

TW: Sexual assault (not reader), drugging

Bucky takes a sip of his drink and immediately knows something isn’t right. He doesn’t get drunk, he can’t. So why did his entire body suddenly feel lax and his vision hazy. He blinks a few times, trying to focus but it only makes everything worse, his skin feeling warm. 

“Doll?” He tries to get up and look for you, only to stumble as he gets out of the chair. The rest of what happens in a blur when a pair of soft hands help steady him. 

-

“Has anyone seen Bucky?” You come around to the lounge area in search of your favorite super soldier, surprised when he wasn’t sitting with the rest of the team either. 

“Thought he was with you” Steve looked confused while Sam smirked; everyone knew the way Bucky trailed behind you like a lost puppy, so it was strange that you of all people, didn’t know where he was...

“Last I saw him was....he’s gone” Nat frowned, seeing the bar stool not only empty but also knocked over. 

“Where could he be” You scanned the room once more, feeling uneasy when you still couldn't find him. “Let me go check his room” You decided to make your way up to the elevator while Nat followed just to be safe, the both of you surprised to see the door slightly ajar. 

“No” 

The muffled sound coming from his room made your heart race faster, his strained voice barely audible. 

“Please, no” 

You saw red, striding over to his room, bursting through the door, gasping when you saw a woman straddled on top of him, her hands working at the buttons of his shirt. Her eyes grew wide, yelping when you ripped her off him, throwing her to the floor. 

“What the fuck are you doing?!” You spat, punching her across the jaw, your knuckles connecting with her teeth causing your skin to split while she cried out.  

“Well-well he wanted me too!” The woman spat causing another surge of anger to flow through you, lunging for her again. 

You were ready to tear her to shreds but a soft whimper pulled you out of your rage. You turned to see Bucky’s tear streaked face, waiting for you to hold him. Nat nodded for you to go to him, grabbing he woman by the hair, covering her mouth from screaming too much, not wanting to stress Bucky more. 

“Don’t make a sound” Nat hissed in her ear, pinching a nerve to keep her still while calling for he rest of the team to come up. 

“Doll” Bucky clung onto you like a small child, still struggling to understand what was going on, all he knew was that he was safe again when you protecting him. 

“Bucky, I’m here baby, it’s okay, I got you” you cooed, holding him tightly, covering him with the sheets, your heart breaking over his vulnerable state. He shook his head in confusion, while you stroked soft circles on his back to calm him. 

“Is he okay?” Nat tightened her grip around the woman while you blinked back tears, soothing Bucky. 

“What the hells going on” Tony frowned, approaching the room with Steve and Sam in tow after seeing Nat’s text message. 

“She drugged him. Tried to have her way with him” Nat snarled while Steve’s jaw clenched at the sight of he woman who nearly rolled her eyes while his best friend was in distress. He held back from doing something he'd regret, mumbling something to Nat before coming over to Bucky. Bucky stayed hidden in your comfort, whining whenever you shifted, terrified you’d leave him, needing you more than ever.  

“Stay with me?” He pleaded softly, still feeling so out of control, his head spinning, the touch of the other woman still burning his skin. “Don’t want her, want you”

“I know baby, it’s me, don’t worry, not going anywhere” you whispered, kissing his forehead as he relaxed slightly, closing his eyes. “Stay awake for me though Bucky, alright? I need you to stay up”  

“But m’so tired” Bucky slurred, his eyes growing heavy once again, your hand gently patting his cheek to keep him from sleeping. 

“I know baby” You continued to rock him while he struggled to keep his eyes open. 

“You’re gonna kick her ass for all of us, right?” Sam whispered to Nat, the redhead silently nodding, already planning on ripping the woman apart as she dragged her away. 

“Buck, you alright?” Steve spoke softly, his eyes filling with tears at the small nod Bucky mustered. Sam joined his side, gently squeezing Bucky’s shoulder. 

“We’re here for you, okay? Just stay awake for us Buck” 

Bucky let out a muffled hum, his body still running hotter than usual, making it harder for him to stay awake. 

“Sam, get him some water please” You whispered while he nodded, running off to grab some, coming back seconds later. You brought the glass to his lips, helping him drink before setting it aside. “Baby, can I take this off? I’ll help you feel better” Bucky let you take off the rest of his shirt, everyone leaving the room so you could help him with the rest of his clothes, covering him back up in your arms once he was just in his briefs. 

Tony brought over his suit to run a quick rest over the drugs that were now in his system using a needle to get a sample of blood to scan. 

“Its okay, it’ll be quick terminator, I promise” Tony whispered, doing his best to only take a tiny amount not stressing him more, so he could get an immediate reading on what Bucky had been given, breathing a sigh of relief when it wasn’t anything that would cause major harm or damage. “Standard narcotics. Just a fuck ton though. It’ll be out of his system without an issue but stay with him” 

You nodded, carefully monitoring Bucky until he was less groggy and disoriented, the both of you still wrapped up in the sheets. He blinked at the sight of your slightly bloodied hand, kissing your palm before pressing it against his cheek. 

“Are you okay baby” you whispered against his hair while he continued to nuzzle into you, not wanting to leave your warmth. 

“You protected me” He whispered, burying himself further into your hold, finally being able to fall asleep now that enough time had passed. “My angel” 

“I’ll always protect you my love” you whispered, holding him tighter as he closed his eyes, “Always” 

[fyodorloveclub]

THAT’S WHAT YOU GET!

⊹ pairing: toji fushiguro x afab!reader

⊹ cw: public sex/risky places, throat fucking, slight dumbification, brat taming, use of slut/whore, vaginal sex. 18+ only, minors DNI !!

⊹ notes: breedtober fic 4!! so sorry for the delays!! toji is a little bit evil nasty in this have fun hehe (unedited sry for mistakes!)

⊹ wc: 1k

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you had no right to do what you did. to act the way that you did. to play with toji like that. you simply got what you deserved.

the way you chose an especially low cut dress for dinner that night and paired it with your best push-up bra, the way you stared at him with your best big doe eyes all night, the way you licked your lips after every bite of pasta… yeah, you deserved it.

“toji, i’m sorr-” your already garbled words were cut off by him shoving his thick cock further down your throat as he yanked your hair harder.

“no you’re not,” he laughed, smirking at the sight of you drooling all over yourself and your dress that left little to the imagination, lips struggling to wrap around his cock. “this is exactly what you wanted, huh? wanted me to get fed up and choke you with my cock?”

he wasn’t wrong, per se. you did want to get him all riled up - that was the exact thought in your head as you puckered your lips in the bathroom mirror at home to swipe on blood red lipstick. The same lipstick that stained toji’s dick and smeared all over your mouth.

but you didn’t quite expect all of it to happen here. you had hoped to tease him enough that maybe he threw down some cash on the table a bit earlier than expected and dragged you home, but toji had other ideas - as he often did. instead, he just dragged you to the restaurant bathroom, pushed you to your knees, and pulled his cock out. he hadn’t even bothered to lock the door.

the cold tile was hard against your knees as you were met face-to-face with his dick that had been straining against his black slacks for a while before he had even thought to make you pay for it right in here. the chatter and bustle of a busy restaurant was easily audible just on the other side of the unlocked door, a reminder that an unassuming employee or patron could walk in at any second and accidentally bear witness to your lover fucking your throat relentlessly.

your hands gripped toji’s hips tightly, freshly manicured nails digging deep into the small amount of skin visible from him barely tugging his dress pants down, in order to stabilize yourself. meanwhile toji had a mean grip on your hair, keeping your head in place as he thrusted wildly into your mouth and down your throat, making you gag erratically. though, so turned on by the whole ordeal, by being used so disgustingly where anyone had the chance to see, a hand came down between your legs to touch yourself, rubbing circles around your puffy clit in messy circles. the stimulation made you moan, pressing harder and humping against your own hand - a sight to behold in toji’s mind.

“fuck baby, c’mere,” he growled, pulling out quickly and dragging you to your feet only to bend you over the sink. you were now face to face with your own reflection, suddenly aware of the fucking mess you were - makeup smeared all over, hair in knots, and pupils so blown you couldn’t even make out the color of your irises. but you couldn’t study yourself for long, suddenly torn from your thoughts as toji pushed your dress up to your hips and sank his leaky cock deep into your cunt. “so fuckin’ wet,” he grunted, covering your mouth with a large hand in anticipation of the way you’d yowl both in pain and pleasure - he was right, too. your head fall against the cool glass of the mirror as all your moans were muffled. though, if someone on the other side of the door listened closely enough, they surely could’ve heard you.

“how’re you so wet?” he nearly cackles, pulling all the way out before slamming right back inside you, forcing even more gasps and moans out of your tired mouth. “so fuckin’ turned on from me fucking your throat like that? you little whore.” the pet name was appropriately punctuated with a thrust that rammed your hips so hard against the cool marble of the sink you knew they’d be bruised.

suddenly, toji grabbed you by the throat and tilted your head up so you were once again faced with your reflection in the mirror, only now also a witness to toji and the dark look in his hooded eyes as he fucked you stupid.

“more,” you found yourself gasping, despite how primally and brutally he fucked you. somehow, toji always managed to have you wanting more. he only chuckled lowly, gripping your throat the slightest bit tighter.

“yeah, pretty girl? you want it harder?” toji goaded, though he himself was starting to fall apart at the seams. your pussy throbbed and clenched around him erratically with every thrust into your tight cunt, squeezing his sensitive cock so tight he could barely breathe. fucking you was the closest he’d ever get to heaven, he knew that for sure.

your desires were granted though as he hiked your leg up to fuck you at an upwards angle against the mirror, gravity on his side as he bounced you on his cock. his thick hand released your throat in favor of rubbing your clit in rhythm with his thrusts.

“toji!” you cried out, gasping for air as both your cunt and clit were stimulated so deliciously, stretched out so well around his girth.

“cum for me, baby,” he groaned right into your ear. “cream all over my cock.”

only a few more swirls around your clit and thrusts into your throbbing pussy were needed before you gave toji what he asked for, head falling forward back against the mirror as you moaned and gripped the sink, pleasure shooting through your veins. and toji was right behind you, too, grunting deeply as he shot a thick load of cum right into your awaiting pussy.

once more, he gripped your bruised throat and forced you to stare yourself in the face. “and that’s what we get when we play with fire in public,” he smirks.

[chrattenthusiast]

Car sex- Chris sturniolo

Warning: nsfw, minors dni ( or do idc), not entirely proof read

authors note : slight romance, dom chris but he’s sweet!!!???, i get slightly poetic at the end (sorry)

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──

You get up from your vanity after finishing your night routine, winding down for the night. When your phone buzzes, you pick up the cellular device and glance at the text you received.

* you up baby?*

You smile smugly, Chris and you weren’t anything but two people that craved intimacy without the need for labels.

*yeah, see you in 15* —you say,knowing it was a regular routine that happened 2 maybe 5 times a week

You hastily change into comfortable clothing, slipping into a matching set, knowing that it would be torn to shreds by the end of the night. Finishing up the rest of your routine, you get another text that Chris is outside.

Cautiously opening your bedroom window in hopes of not disrupting your family members, you safely make it down the ground. Your eyes shift to Chris silhouette sitting in the car parked across the street. Getting in the car he gives you a smile.

“I’ve missed you “ he says

“ I saw you 3 days ago” you say

“exactly” he jokes

He takes you to the cherished spot you both discovered during numerous drives, that left you both thoroughly content at the end of the night

Parking at your destination, neither of you utter a word. He takes the initiative, brushing your loosely fallen hair, and though you don't meet his gaze, it's the longest you've gone without eagerly leaping into his arms.

“You shy now? That’s a little out of your nature don’t you think” he says tauntingly

Chris gently grasps your jaw, planting a tender kiss on your lips. You however escalate by pulling his chain to bring him more closer

“There she is” he says

His hands firmly grip your waist, effortlessly lifting you over the gear as you straddle his waist. The intimate dance of your lips mirrors the growing intensity between you. your hands moves from chris’s shoulder to the back of his hair lightly tugging at it. drawing him even closer, blurring the already minimal space between you two.

a soft moan escapes your lips as chris gently tugs at your pony tail, making his way to the nape of your neck leaving rough kisses

“fuck, get in the back” he says

Without hesitation, he swiftly follows, his fingers deftly tugging at the waistband of your pants, skillfully sliding off the material. In a seamless motion, he grabs the hem of your hoodie, pulling it off to reveal the matching set you had put on earlier

“ all this for me?” he says

you internally shrink from his intense gaze and move to cover yourself up when he pushes your hands away.

“take my pants off for me baby” , you oblige lifting yourself up from his lap tugging of the material.

He grabs onto the waistband of your underwear, swiftly tearing through the flimsy fabric. A silent gasp escapes you as you curse inwardly, aware that yet another pair joins the countless others he's unraveled. Chris grabs onto your arms, pinning them behind your back.

Chris's fingers glide across your entrance, gathering your wetness. A gasp escapes you, and you throw your head back, wanting to shut your legs, but his lap confines you, denying that option.

"You're so wet for me," he says, looking down at you, taking his fingers. You watch as Chris is in a complete daze, slipping another finger. You move your hips, trying to match his rhythm as he moves painfully slow, enjoying the fact that it made you miserable, knowing he had so much control over you.

“please” is all you blurt out

“please what hm” he asks you

“faster chris fuck” you say frustrated

He fastens his pace; you meet his gaze, and a small moan escapes you. Feeling proud of the way you respond to his movements, he lets you enjoy it, almost letting you reach that point of release. When suddenly, he pulls his fingers out of you, causing an audible whine to escape your mouth.

you glare at him. internally cussing at him and why he had to restrict you from the one thing he was so good at giving you. no one could make you feel like he did and he knew that.

His boxers meet the other clothing piled onto the floor, grabbing your hips slowly but assertively, forcing you down onto his dick. He begins to move his hips at a less frustrating pace, pinning your arms behind your back and leaving you no leeway to escape, your clit stimulated by his shaft.

you subconsciously hold back your moans, not wanting to let every sound leave your lips. and chris notices

“let it all out for me, i know you want to” he says

still not convinced you continue to bite on your lip not entirely comfortable with the concept. which is when chris picks up his pace up further

He pulls down on the back of your head, making you maintain the level of his gaze. With your hands pinned back and nowhere else to run, you have no choice but to oblige.

His free hand comes down on your ass, giving you a harsh smack. Massaging the area to soothe the sting, he smiles as you let out a loud moan at the mix of pain and pleasure.

“i’ve missed you, you know “ he says continuing to buck his hips focusing on making you feel good

“you miss me baby?” he whispers against your lips

"Yeah, Chris," you blurt out, unsure why he'd want to talk when your head is all fuzzy from him hitting all the right spots.

“how much ? show me” he releases the restrain he had on your arms

“ride me.” he demands

You move your hips up and down over his shaft, soaking him with every motion. His grip is harsh enough to bruise as he groans, and you bend lower, meeting his lips to give him a sloppy kiss, taking every inch of him inside you.

You separate from the kiss, leaning your hands on his shoulders, wanting him to be closer. He takes notice, wrapping his arms around your back and pulling you closer.

“better?” he asks and you nod unable to form a single sentence

You continue to quicken your pace, and Chris watches you with nothing but love and possessiveness, even letting out hushed sighs. He uses his grip on you to bring you down, orchestrating your body to his own accord you instantly accept.

The car is filled with the sounds of your hips moving at the perfect rhythm and the kisses he leaves against your jaw. He bucks his hips to touch that spot that could send you into a frenzy.

“Chris," you whine, "please don't stop. I'm—"

“ i know baby” he whispers “ you wanna come for me?”

your stomach crumples at his word, as he continues to slide up and down inside you

“answer me” he says calmly not struggling to form as sentence as you were

“yes chris, please” you plead for the hundredth time tonight

pressing his forehead against yours, he smiles at how hard you were squeezing him, fighting the urge to cum so hard inside you. he takes the alternative route and pushes his grunts down

“who does this pussy belong to” he says

“you chris” you say quickly

He looks at you without slowing down the pace he had you moving at. It's too much for you, and he knows it, but he loves pushing you past your limits. He relishes being the only one who makes you feel this way, never failing to mention it every time he ends up inside you.

"Look down at how well you're taking me," he says, and you do as you're told. He takes his thumb, circling your sensitive clit, smiling when it makes you tear up.

“now look at me, has anyone ever made you feel this way?”

“no” you answer hastily

“and no one ever will ” he says “yeah?”

you nod quickly as it started to get overwhelming. his fingers.his dick. him

“i need to hear you say it” he pleads

“yes chris, i’m yours. every part. i promise” you say

“atta girl” he groans as your walls clamped against him. “ you can come baby” he encourages

and you do instantly, releasing yourself all over him feeling nothing but relief as chris continues to circle your clit faster driving you off the edge dragging your orgasm further.

you grasp onto him as you felt like you would pass out; your vision blurred with white spots from the intensity

chris watches you proudly as you let out the loudest moan with no shame, soon you feel chris realese into you letting out a sigh of relief.

His gaze shifts to your face, puffy lips, and tear-stained cheeks. Kissing the tears that fell from your eyes, he trails his fingers up and down your back, comforting you.

You attempt to lift yourself from him, a routine that usually leaves your heart slightly heavy—not out of regret, but with the lingering hope that someday you might truly have him. At times, you feel a sense of self-reproach for thinking that way, knowing well that it was a mutual agreement between the both of you to avoid emotional involvement. Despite its unhealthy nature, a selfish part of you rationalizes that having him physically, even if not in the way you desire, is sufficient.

—but he holds you steadily, the feeling of your release and his dripping, makes it harder to push those feelings away

“let me take you out “ he states

“on a date” he says bluntly

You're caught off guard by the unexpected proposition, your assumption that your connection with Chris was solely physical shattered. Chris maintains eye contact, a hint of anxiety surfacing in anticipation of your reaction.

“okay ” you say

“okay” he replies.

you both stay in the same position. as he places a kiss on your forehead innocently, him still burried deep inside you as you stare at each other. You silently hope that he wouldn’t leave you on the edge of heartache.

[li0nn3stuff]

Aemond fingering you in the car with your friends

English is not my first language, be kind.

Modern!Aemond x fem!Reader 

You are in a relationship with modern!Aemond

Warnings: fingering, kissing, oral sex (male), getting caught

It was a long trip with an old car. It was such a stupid idea. That car was consuming gas just like a thirsty person would drink water. Your friend Creagn had the great idea to rent an old Chevrolet of the ‘60, and it was even a cool idea, just to try something different, and it wasn’t even that expensive,  then you found out why.

“There should be a gas station 5 kilometers away.” Maris said, looking at the map on her phone. Aemond hummed as he kept driving, keeping his hand on your thigh during the drive. The seats were bench-like, so you sat closer to Aemond.

“Could get something to drink too, I’m thirsty.” Cassandra suggested, and Maeis nodded along with her.

“Oh, you’re thirsty girl?” Cregan joked as he raised his eyebrow, and Maris and Cassandra were quick to roll their eyes and start a little argument about Cregan’s flirtiness. You chuckled and kept loving at the road, then your phone to indicate to Aemond the way to the gas station that Maris found. You were just checking the next exit as you felt Aemond’s hand dig between your thighs, and you were quick to shut the close, glancing at Aemond. He kept staring at the road, his expression as usual, emotionless. He glanced at you and squeezed your thigh hard, digging his fingers in old bruises. You squeaked and barely widened your thighs, and Aemond didn’t waste a second to slip his hand between them. You quickly grab his wrist and give him a warning glance.

“Aemond.” You warn him, and you give a quick glance behind you, as your friends keep on bickering.

“Just sit and look pretty, baby.” He smirks. “This ride is getting boring, let me have some fun.” He murmurs, giving you a glance, and you don’t know what it was, but you just melt, and widen your legs a bit more. Aemond quickly slips his hand under your skirt, and you were so thankful for this bench-seat, so your friends behind couldn’t see much of Aemond’s movements. He passes his fingers over your covered slit, and you bite your lip, clenching your hand on the edge of the seat. You look at Aemond, but his gaze is back on the road, his expression giving nothing away. He slowly moves your panties to the side, and you keep your legs wide, not to make anything harder for him to keep going with his ministrations. He smirks as his fingers finally touch your wet cunt.

“What happened here, baby?” He murmurs again, leaning towards you to keep his voice lower as he gathers the wetness of your cunt with his fingers, a barely wet audible sound coming from the movements of his fingers. “Is it me, or the idea of getting caught, uh?” He keeps on talking. “Maybe both.” He leans back up, thrusting his fingers, knuckle deep, inside your tight hole. A little whimper escaping your mouth, making him chuckle. You wanted to moan out loud, the feeling of him inside you in such a risky situation turning you on incredibly. He crooked his fingers slowly, searching for that spot inside of you. You take a deep breath and lean your head to his shoulder.

“Aemond..” You whisper, whimpering. “Please… Oh, please no…” You try to suffocate you grunt as you feel his fingers finding that rough patch, caressing it slowly, only making more moisture coming out of you. You look down at him, seeing a slightly visible bulge in his pants. You move your hand over his crotch and squeeze lightly his cock, and suddenly the car speeds for a moment. Your friends behind gasps.

“Dude, you trying to kill us?” Cregans exclaims, not really that worried.

“You were getting annoying with that bickering.” Aemond says casually, shooting you a smirk with a proud glance. Cregan sighs and shakes his head, amused.

“Aemond, take the left road, there is an Autogrill there.” Cassandra says, snapping you out of the ball. You take a deep breath, as Aemond’s fingers stop and pull out of you, you immediately clench your legs close. You look down at his hand and you see his fingers glistening, wet. He raises that hand and points to a road, seriously, the only one possible.

“That one?” He asks with a smirk. Your face turns red tomato.

“Yeah.” Cassandra conferms, and Aemond takes the turn and gets in the autogrill parking spot. It was full, so he had to park in a hidden, not completely legal, spot.

“We’ll wait for you here.” Aemond says, as your friends behind nod and get out of the car. As soon as they’re out, Aemond doesn’t even wait for them to be out of hearing range to grab you by your neck and pull you into a heated kiss, devouring your lips.

You whine and turn on your seat, so your side is against the backrest of the seat, as you lean to Aemond, getting him closer. He groans in the kiss as he slips his hand back between your thighs, caressing your clit. You moan and you pull back from the kiss.

“Aemond, wait, someone…” You wrap your hand around his wrist as you look around, but he grabs your cheek in his hand and leans your head back to kiss your neck.

“Cregan and the sisters always fight over everything, it’ll take a long time for them, and, there’s no one around, they’re all inside. No one's gonna see us.” He slaps your hand away and he moves you so you sit on your haunches, then, he slips two fingers inside you cunt again, making you gasp out loud. He quickly finds that patch again, and he quickly starts abusing that spot again, rubbing aggressively there, and you clench your hand on his shoulder and press your face against his neck to shut yourself up. Your body is moving repeatedly due to the harsh movement’s of Aemond’s hand and arm.

“Fuck… Aemond, ‘s too much…” You cry out, as he keeps stimulating that delicate spot harshly, sending a mix of pleasure waves and slight pain.

“It’s your fault princess.” He grabs the back of your neck with his other hand and pulls your head back to look at your face, red, puffy, big eyes with a pleading expression. “You turned me on so much.” He clashed your lips together again, but you have to pull away when you feel the orgasm building, and you know it’ll be devastating. You press your head against his as you close your eyes shut, feeling the pleasure raising, you moan out loud.

“Look at me when you cum.” He growls. You shake your head, too lost in pleasure. “I’ll stop, do you want me to stop? Mh?” He smirks as you immediately open your eyes,

“No! Holy fuck- Aemond please…” You moan out loud as you finally feel the orgasm at its limit as he barely slips out his fingers only to add a third one.

“Come on, baby, cum. I want to see you cum on my fingers.” He watches you, continuously switching his gaze from your cunt to your face, undecided where to look at. You raise slightly your hips, jerking them unconsciously as you finally feel your orgasm explode, hot, strong waves of pleasure going through your whole body,

“Yes, Aemond please, don’t stop- Ah, yes- Yes-” You whine out loud as Aemond keeps moving his fingers more gently, riding out your orgasm, as your whole body convulses. You fall back on your haunches as Aemond carefully slips his fingers out of you. You look at him in awe as you breath heavily, watching at his fingers, wet and covered in your moisture. You lean forward and put your hand over his evident bulge, and he groans.

“I almost cummed in my pants just at the sight of you, baby, careful with that soft hand of yours.” He says as you massage him gently, making him breathe heavier. You quickly unbutton his pants, tugging them down along his boxers, just enough to let his cock spring free. Long, thick, pale, with veins on the underside. Just beautiful. You look at him with innocent eyes.

“Hand? Who talked about my hand?” He watches you instantly as you speak, groaning when he sees you bending down, ass in the air as you lick the underside of his cock, tracing the veins there, going up to the tip, and sucking it in your mouth, making his finch at the intense pleasure. 

“Shit, baby, fuck-” He grunts as you put your arms on your back and you just take him all in your mouth, gagging on him, but you stay there, as Aemond groans out loud, throwing his head back, putting his clean hand on the back of your head, as he licks the fingers of the other hand, tasting you. He clenches his hand on your hair to keep you firm as he planted his feet on the ground to thrust his hips up. The tip of his cock hits the back of your throat again and again, but you do your best to not move your hands from behind you and keep your head firm, hollowing your cheeks to make it more pleasurable for him.

“Good God, so lucky to have such a good girl, am I?” He grunted, sucking his fingers again, savoring the taste of your cunt again. “You know how good you taste on my fingers, baby?”

You moan out loud as you understand that he has been licking his fingers as you kept sucking him off, to be both with the taste of the other in your mouth at the same time.

He grips  your hair tighter, as the other keeps your wrists together on your back,, his hips pushing harder in your mouth, choking you and causing tears of effort to spill from your eyes.

“So pretty with my cock in your mouth, baby…” He growls, feeling that with a few more thrusts he would cum. He closed his eye as he felt his orgasm approaching.

“Swallow. Fucking swallow it all.” He hiss as he cums hard inside your mouth, panting heavily as his cum squirted into her mouth. He moves in your mouth for a bit more, wanting to prolong his pleasure.

“That’s it. Good girl.” He purred in delight as you swallow one last time and let his cock out of your mouth with a wet slap.

You lick your lips, sitting straight and looking at him proudly.

Aemond passes his thumb on her lower lip and chin, gathering what spilled out of her and slipping it inside your mouth. you lick him clean he pulls you to him and gives you a sweet kiss, smiling proudly at you. 

You both roll down the windows of the car, hoping the smell of what you did would go away in time and get outside the car as Aemond grabs a cigarette to smoke.You stay seated on the driver seat, facing outside, swaying you feet in the air, as finally, you see Cregan, Maris and Cassandra coming back with a bag of snacks and drinks.

Maris looks at both of you with her eyebrows furrowed.

“Are you guys okay? Y/N your face is red.”

Aemond shoots you a knowing look, smirking as he takes another drag of his cigarette.

“Y-yeah, it’s just the sun.” You mutter embarrassed. Aemond chuckles and bends down to give you a quick kiss.

“Ready to go?” Cregan asks enthusiasts.

“More than ready.” Aemond states as he finishes his cigarette and throws it away. You scoop back on your seat as they all get in the car. Cregan smells the air, before saying:

“Smells funny in here.”

You turn red tomato as Aemond smirks, and turns on the engine to drive off.

[st4rfckerz]

wide awake thinking about carguy!anakin...

mdni 18+

anakin couldn't help but smirk as he took you with him to show off his new race car to his friends. it was a sleek and powerful machine, the result of his hard work and dedication. the adrenaline was pumping through his veins as he revved the engine, the sound of it echoing through the streets.

however, somewhere along the way, anakin's attention began to shift. his eyes couldn't help but wander, especially when he noticed the way you looked in your little outfit. his attention was especially stolen by the skirt you decided to wear. the way it hugged your curves, barely covering your thighs, ignited a fire deep inside him. he found himself stealing glances at you, his gaze filled with mischief.

you eventually make your way over to him, gently plopping yourself onto his lap. a stifled gasp escapes his lips as he feels your weight settle against him, your ass dangerously close to his quickly hardening cock.

the anticipation built with each passing moment, and his focus slipped away from the conversation. he couldn't resist the temptation any longer. his hand reached over, gently brushing against your exposed thigh.

"you're driving me crazy." he murmurs softly, the words barely audible over the surrounding chatter.

"i can tell." you retort. you decide to 'adjust' yourself on anakin's lap, purposely skimming your fingers across his slight bulge. 

realizing the intensity of the situation, anakin quickly decided to cut the night short. he needed to be alone with you. with a mischievous grin, he announced that it was time to head back home, making some excuse about needing to check on the car's performance.

as you now find yourselves alone in the car, the atmosphere becomes charged with electricity. anakin's eyes remain fixed on you, his hungry gaze scrutinizing every inch of your body. the car's engine purrs underneath you, seemingly mirroring his excitement.

"you're such a tease, you know that?" anakin growls, his voice husky and laced with need. "you have no idea what i want to do to you right now."

"i think i do." you purr. anakin's grip on the steering wheel tightened as he felt your soft lips pressing against his sensitive neck. a low, guttural groan escaped his throat as a shiver of arousal coursed through his body. he couldn't help but tilt his head slightly, allowing you better access to his neck.

the tension between you both grows almost unbearable, the anticipation reaching its limit.

anakin abruptly pulls over to a secluded spot with trees surrounding the quiet road. he turns towards you, his lips dangerously close to yours.

"i need you, i can't wait any longer," anakin leans in and captures your lips in a messy, desperate kiss. his lips are demanding, his tongue exploring your mouth with an urgency.

he breaks the kiss to speak again, "i have an idea." his eyes filled with a burning intensity as he unbuckles his seatbelt and makes his way out of the car. the cool evening air embraced your bodies as you both stood in front of the expensive car. the glossy hood beckoned, serving as an irresistible invitation. with a swift, fluid motion, anakin's strong arms encircled your waist, lifting you effortlessly and setting you gently on the hood.

the sensation of the smooth, metal surface against your bare skin sent shivers up your spine. anakin's hands, warm and full of purpose, roamed over your body, tracing the curves that drove him wild with desire. his touch left a trail of fire in its wake, igniting a primal need within both of you.

anakin's lips found yours once again in a searing kiss as his hands slid up the length of your thighs. his fingers deftly lifting up your skirt, revealing the tantalizing hint of what lay beneath. his touch was both gentle and possessive as he pulls your panties to the side, exposing your eager cunt.

his belt unbuckled with a satisfying click. anakin's eyes locked with yours, a knowing glint flickering in his gaze as he freed himself from the restraint of his jeans. with a growl of need, he slowly entered you, inch by inch, stretching and filling you completely. you instinctively wrapped your arms around anakin's neck and back, pulling him closer to you.

"fuck, you feel so good," anakin's breath hitched as he thrusts faster into you. his head hangs low, absolutely admiring the way your drooling pussy swallowed his cock so eagerly. "can't get enough of you."

anakin's thrusts grew in intensity as he continued to move within you, filling you with each powerful stroke. the pleasure that coiled within you intensified, bringing you closer and closer to the edge. as your bodies moved together as one, deep moans and gasps filled the air, mingling with the sounds of skin on skin and the rhythmic thud of your bodies meeting.

"i'm so close. please, don't stop. pleasepleaseplease." you babble mindlessly. with a tight grip on your waist, he increased the intensity of his thrusts, angling himself perfectly to hit that sweet spot that made your entire body tremble.

anakin nips at that sensitive spot on your neck before pulling back to face you, his face plastered with fake sympathy.

"gonna make a mess on my new car? hm?" he taunts, relishing in the way you squirm helplessly.

"go on then, mark it."

[james-is-here]

Tags: Feminization, Jisung is called Princess/ass is called cunt, bbg Jisung, Frog pose. mentions of...being turned on by others listening in? Forgot what it was called, help. Jisung eats his cum then kisses after.

Please help, I forgot some of the names for some of the stuff in this fic, if you know the term, let me know 😅

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His back arches with a whine as his hand lets go of yours to cover his adorably flushed face. The only thing he had on was a blue flannel, the hem already fallen to his upper back and the sleeves cover his hands.

He tries his best to be quiet but it feels so good, a week had just been too long and he didn't want to wait anymore. You barely had enough time to take off your shoes when you came back late with Chan before he was pulling you to his room then jumping on you and pressing his lips to yours.

Now here he is, bent over and painfully, in a good way, on the verge of his second orgasm. He lets out a soft, shaky moan when your hands slide up his waist. You had slowed down a few minutes ago and he was babbling what you could only guess were begs for you to go faster again. You were teasing him since before you stopped he was tripping over his words to tell you that it was too much. You moved your hands to his hips before gripping them and pulling him back as you sat up from leaning over him, moving him with you so he ends up in a frogs pose.

With the new angle, his moans are now muffled into the sheets as he continues to cover his face. You didn't like that as you glide your right hand up his back, feeling him shiver under your finger tips before you adjusted his shirt then continued upwards to wrap a hand around his throat, receiving a gasp and sob as you now noticed his tears while continuing your previously brutal pace.

For the first time since he started this, you spoke. "Princess feels so good you're crying. You feel good, Sungie?" He nods his head, a barely audible 'uh-huh' leaving his swollen red lips before he lets out a yelp of surprise when you slid your hand under his neck to pull him up, his legs still spread over yours, his ass pressed firmly into your hips as it seems your cock went deeper inside him.

His top half held up by his arms and even in the new position, his tip rubs against the sheets and that faint touch with your dick abusing his insides, he was so close to a second release. His breaking point was when you pulled him a back slightly, feeling the slight gaze of your teeth as you move the shoulder of his flannel out of the way, before you kissed his shoulder then left a hickey in the same spot, easy to hide, though you wish you could mark his neck, it's both of your favorite spot to kiss.

His second release landed on the sheets before you brought your free hand from his hip to his cock, cum coating your fingers before you brought your hand up. "Open up, princess." He does as told, his tongue hanging out as he accepted your fingers, swirling his tongue around the digits to clean them off before your pulling them away and his words slur together as he asks for a kiss which you give, Jisung moaning into your mouth as your tongue dominates his.

He pulls back and barely mutters out his plea. "H-Hyung, c-cum, please. W-want...hngh~ Want c-cum." He says between you still brutal pace. "You wanna be full, princess? Want to to fill your cunt? You want the plug after too?" He shakes his head, pushing up with his arms to sit further back on your lap and you slow down slightly as he leans his head on your shoulder, leaving wet kisses on your jaw. "W-Wanna s-soak u-until morning...e-extra full..." He says, his tone delirious as his rocks his hips over yours. "Such a slutty princess, huh?" "Y-Yours, H-Hyung. Only yours."

You suddenly push him back onto his front before pulling out, he whines at the emptiness before he's flipped onto his back. You push his legs up and he automatically grabs them to hold them in place before you push back in. "How about-" You cut yourself off with a guttural moan that you muffle simply with a bite of your lip before continuing. "You give me one more orgasm before I fill you. Can you do that?" "N-No, please-" "Then I can pull out and we c-can be done." He felt too good, you can't bring yourself to actually go along with your own words.

He shakes his head luckily which has you thrusting into him roughly. You felt that you've been a bit too nice and proceed to grip the base of Jisung's cock with one hand and the other reaching up to go around his throat. He had been a quiet good boy this whole time but the triad of your dick abusing that good spot inside of him, the feeling around his base, and the fuzzy feeling your gentle grip on his throat gives his head makes him release a moan that simpers into a whine that kinda has you worried since on the other side of the wall in front of you two in Chan's bedroom.

You slow down for a moment before shoving your fingers into Jisung's mouth, shoving them to the back of his throat. "Quiet, Sung, don't want Channie-Hyung to hear us." Your hips stutter at the sudden tight clench around your shaft and you notice Jisung's eyes roll back. "Oh really? You gonna cum with the thought of Chan hearing you? What about the others, huh? Pretty sure I'm not the only one that knows how much of a princess you are. You wanna know something else?"

You bring his legs up to rest on your shoulders as you lean down, Jisung's hands cradling your face, moaning softly against your lips as his boba eyes lock with yours. "We all very much love your slutty waist. You're so pretty Sungie." You lean in and kiss him again, his hands find the back of your head to tangle into your hair as you let his legs fall from your shoulders. You could tell he was getting tired but judging by how he's clenched tighter and he's practically panting into your mouth since you uttered your sentence, he's close. You stay leaned over him as you move one hand from cradling his face to stroke him at the pace of your thrusts.

He cums a couple strokes later and with a particularly deep thrust that has him clenching again, you fill him up, Jisung mewling at the feeling. When you finish, you only pull out for a short amount of time in order to lay behind him before inserting yourself into him again, not a single drop wasted you slyly mention to him.

About an hour later, you hear your phone going off. You don't remember setting an alarm but nonetheless you gently scoot your way back to reach into a drawer from a plug. Your pull out and replace yourself with the toy before getting up and putting your boxers back on then searching for your pants for your phone after covering Jisung up with the less messy part of the top sheet, dubbing to change them later.

When you find your phone, you also find no alarm but a couple messages from Chan. When you open the messages, you smirk with a glance over to the boy on the bed before looking back at your phone. 'Screw it, be louder next time. He sounds so wrecked.' surprisingly followed by a dark photo with a purple hue of his hand cover in cum and at the bottom you can just barley see his knee lifted up and his spent, half-hard cock resting on his stomach. "Holy Shit." You whisper before grinning, your hand moving to cover half your face in embarrassment before it's quickly taken over by warmth.

You wonder if the others have thought this way... you also wonder if Chan is still...awake...You wouldn't mind helping him...

[pseudowho]

Knismolagnia- sexual arousal from tickling

Tickling Nanami Kento has some...consequences.

WARNINGS: 18+, relentless tickling, dry-humping, cumshots

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Nanami Kento was routinely irritated by Gojo, it's true. But you hadn't realised exactly why, at the time, Kento had nearly thrown Gojo across the room for daring to tickle under Kento's arms when Kento had stretched after finishing his newspaper.

Tucking into Kento's office between your lessons, you leaned down behind him and nuzzled the shell of his ear with a feather-touch. You watched the hairs on the back of Kento's neck and arms stand up, and he squirmed uncomfortably.

"Darling, while you know I love you all times of day, I really want to be home on time tonight. Let me get this report done." You acquiesced graciously, respectful of his responsibility, before planting a kiss on his forehead, leaving him a fresh coffee, and bidding him a good afternoon.

At home later that night, Kento stood with his back to you, sleeves rolled up, washing the dinner plates. Wanting to test a theory and creeping up behind him, you ran your fingernails up his ribs from waist to underarms. His massive shoulders tensed instantly and he rolled his neck back.

"That tickles," he grumbled, "stop it."

He swatted at you with a damp kitchen towel. Biting your lip to disguise your smile, you ran your fingernails down his ribs again, reaching round and pinching the inside of his thigh. At this, Kento audibly groaned, and grabbed your hand on his thigh, other hand clasping the counter as he leaned forward. You saw a shiver run down his back.

"Kento, have you ever considered that you might find tickling...I don't know...kind of a turn-on?"

He straightened instantly, removing your hands from him, whipping your arse sharply with a damp towel. He scowled at you as you squealed and laughed. Grabbing a tea towel, you whipped him back in return, resulting in a play-fight where you took every small opportunity to tickle his ribs, under his arms, behind his knees.

By the third time you'd managed to reach under his arms, he had buckled, gasping lightly, fine sweat on his forehead. A damp towel in front of his groin did little to cover his full erection, straining down his thigh, bulbous tip clearly visible against the pale trouser material. He glared at you.

"It is wildly inappropriate to be aroused by tickling."

"No it's not," you cooed. Standing in front of him, swaying your hips, you looked him in the eye as you gently started to unbutton his shirt, and push him back towards the sofa. Still glaring at you, he hesitated briefly, but offered no resistance when you pushed him to sit and straddled his lap, settling your core on his clothed, hard cock.

"Just let me...try something," you breathed against his ear, tongue ever-so-gently dipping in to lick his ear. At the same time, you placed both hands under his arms and gently tickled the upper sides of his ribs. He gasped, eyelids heavy and pupils blown, grinding his cock up against you.

You continued your ministrations while unbuttoning his clothes, gentle to firm tickles all the way down to the backs of his knees. When you reached behind his knees, his thighs bucked up hard and he let out a startled laugh-cough, rapidly turning into a moan as you continued while grinding your pussy against his cock which twitched furiously beneath you.

Pushing his opened shirt to the sides, you took his nipple into your mouth, lapping gently at him, while you gently tickled the V above his unbuttoned trousers. You gently fished his cock out of his trousers so it laid against his abdomen, only the tip peeking out while you changed your position to continue grinding against him.

Fingers working at his ribs, and mouth to his ear again, Kento laughed out groans and whimpers beneath you, his hand rolling your now exposed nipples between his fingers.

Bucking hips now becoming more insistent as your hands continued their sweet torture, Kento stuttered and moaned.

"This is...haaah...ridiculous...tickling...oh god, don't stop," his head twisted from side to side and you struggled to hold yourself together at this huge man falling apart beneath you.

Reaching one hand behind his knees and another scratching up his ribs again, Kento jumped and twitched, and came hard with a whimper, generous spurts of cum shooting across his abdomen, dripping into the neatly trimmed hair of his lower belly. He gasped, pink-cheeked and blushing, appalled by his lack of self-control.

He watched, glassy-eyed as you dropped to your knees between his legs and licked his belly clean, deepening his blush while his cock continued to twitch under his waistband.

He glowered at you, blushed and panting, and wound a hand through your hair to bring your face up to look at him. Ducking his face slowly to you, he ghosted his lips over the shell of your ear, sending shivers down your spine.

"My turn."

[jjkeremika]

excited and exhausted

reader x erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

description: reader playing the card game “excited and exhausted” with Attack on Titan people

inspiration: anonymous; requested: reader playing the card game excited and exhausted with erwin, armin, sasha, hange, levi

disclaimer/warning(s): nsfw; reader gender not specified so i tried to make it as gn! as possible but could be fem!-leaning?; hange is they/them; licking; lap dance

erwin

you inhaled deeply and bit at the inside of your bottom lip as you watched erwin’s large hands reach for the blue card. you licked your lips as he raised it to his eyeline, noticed the veins and ligaments and tendons in his hand and forearm from his tight hold.

the breathy exhale from his lips soothed your nerves, massaged out the breath you held. “lick your partner below to waist or drink once.”

the leap in your stomach acted without restraint, bubbled into a smile as erwin’s long arms were reaching for your thighs. he pulled you closer, moved one hand to cover your entire exposed calf and held it into the air, right near his face.

the hot breath travelled up the skin, spurred goosebumps and tiny hairs to stand at the sensation as it crawled towards your knee and down your thigh. erwin’s piercing irises stayed tethered to yours as he pressed the lightest kiss to the thin skin of your ankle.

with one hand rolling your cropped pants higher and the second grasped onto your thin ankle, he poked his tongue out, let the hot, wet textured organ slither and slide around the ankle bone, towards the dips in the muscles to your knee.

the red blush on your cheeks was encouraging as erwin’s hands found their way towards your upper thigh and hip, as his tongue reached the crook of your knee and he couldn’t help but sink his teeth into the soft flesh at the helpless gasp from your lips.

the reflex kicked your leg away from his grasp, but his hand instantly reached out, bringing your thigh back to his check and letting his mouth roam towards your crotch. you felt him smile through his open mouth at your melodic giggle.

“what else can i lick?,” he murmured against your upper thigh, the sentence tickling the sensitive thick skin. his tough arms wrapped around both thighs, held you close to his nose. he glanced up, winked cheekily, before letting his tongue explore your heated intimacy.

armin

armin’s cheeks were rouge when you pulled the card game from the bag, and the squirming ensued after reading the rules only exacerbated his mutual excitement and embarrassment at playing and exploring a side he kept hidden even to himself.

you went first, giggled as you noted how much more red armin’s cheeks were compared to the pink card. “take off one item of clothing or drink once.”

having the card near your face did you a disservice, because armin could visibly see the deep blush take settlement. he was about to speak, to tell you not to worry about it, to pick another card like the considerate, courteous gentleman he strived to be—but you had already dropped the card to the table and brought your hands to the hem of your shirt.

his breath audibly hitched, and armin blushed with hot blood as he covered his lap with his palm. he felt he should look away, but he couldn’t take his eyes off your bare chest, his pupils glued to the nipples matching his stare.

his mind was blank as you leaned forward slightly, as his eyes comprehended the closing distance between you. “your turn.” the hum of your voice was usually soothing, but right now it was grasping hold onto his skin, pulling him closer to you.

“i, um.” his pupils were scanning your torso, absorbing the detail to memory. the adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “yeah.” he blindly picked up a new card, couldn’t spare any attention from you to mind the card. “stick your hand…” each word was slow, laced with a growing arousal. “in your partner’s underwear…”

armin felt his erection battling both his jeans and his palm, moaned slightly into the sentence at the sudden pressure from the growth. “for two minutes…” he finally made eye contact with you. “or drink twice.”

you smiled impurely. “by all means,” you murmured, lifting the band off your waist, raising an eyebrow suggestively. armin relented to the temptation, eagerly reached for you, drool poking onto his lip.

sasha

once the laughter softened and you watched sasha take a swing of her canned beverage, you picked up the next card. you inched your leg closer to hers, felt the heat colluding between.

“drink if you’re the best kisser,” you spoke softly, like raising your voice would break the moment. you made eye contact, coyly hid your face behind the blue card.

sasha smirked knowingly. “well,” she leaned in and lowered her voice, “i feel like—” the light pink hue on her cheeks made your heart flutter. you glanced at her lips. “—we need to compare first.”

she kept her lips pursed, a tiny smirk at the corners. you watched her irises flick to your lips too. sasha continued, ignoring her brown hair as it fell against her cheek, not worth sparing any attention from you.

“is that okay?” she asked you directly, her palm hesitantly hovering over your jaw. her pink blush and shy smile contrasted her confident question, and your lungs couldn’t bear the heat of the air shared between you. “can i kiss you now?”

the words were lost on you, and after a second you nodded. a nod so slight if sasha’s focus weren’t intently on you maybe she wouldn’t have noticed.

her hand collapsed onto your jaw and she lurched forward, practically moving into your lap as her lips met yours. time felt still as sasha surrounded your lap with her thighs, teasingly bounced and sucked the air from your chest.

as quickly as she kissed you she pulled away, the ghost of her lips a faint tingle, the heat from her proximity still stimulating the tissue. her forehead rested against yours, could feel her hot breath swirling with yours.

“you’re definitely better,” she whispered, the disturbance pushing air against the still tickled skin. she looked at you, cross-eyed from just how close you were. “but we should keep going…” her lips were brushing yours, the sensitive tissue tingling. “just to be sure.”

hange

maybe you were a little jealous of their glasses, for sitting so cleanly and nicely on their face, for the way they were constantly touching and resetting the wire to sit properly and comfortably.

hange pushed their glasses up the bridge of their nose and presented the card: “act out any sex position you want to try or drink twice.”

the bottom frame of the glasses covered the awkward blush, but the shy glance to the side was on display, accentuated by the lens. the lick of their lips turned into a bite to relieve tension, and you found yourself heating up and your heart beating faster at the idea.

their curiosity always got the better of them. “actually there is one i’ve been thinking about…” hange reached for your wrists before pausing, reflecting, and settled one onto your lower thigh instead, just above your knee. “may i?”

their sparkling eyes peaked over the frame. you nodded, breathed out, “where do you want me?” and sat up eagerly, body itching to be molded. their smile was enchanting, their addiction to exploration coming to life.

“on your back on the couch,” they answered, voice heavy, contrasting the light in their eyes. you heard a soft, “please,” as you rested back, swooned as hange’s hands rearranged your legs around their hips as they crouched over you.

you brought your hand to their cheek, touched the stem of their glasses to keep them from falling. you thought of closing the gap between you.

you tilted your head slightly. “you look nice like this,” hange complimented in an awkward boldness, flicked their attention from your eyes to your lips, “i-i mean, you always look nice, but—”

levi

levi insisted you read your card first. he brushed your forearm with two fingers absentmindedly as he stared around the room—felt too hot to look right at you.

you hid your face with your palm after reviewing the prompt. “give your partner a lap dance or drink once.” you reciprocated the lack of eye contact, found it hard to lift your stare from the card and redirect your attention from the rumble in your belly.

the shuffling and bending in the couch cushion brought your attention to the shifting body before you. the short man was starting to stand, the lifted weight off the couch making the cushion you sat on feel lighter.

then his hands were on your thighs, dragging you onto your tailbone and low back so your crotch was presented to the air. his firm grip dug into the undersides of your knees, pushed back until your kneecaps were above your shoulder blades.

your lips were parted, eyes just about quadrupled in size. “wh-wha— levi, i—”

his eyes were calm, soothed the nervousness at his sudden action. “baby,” he cooed, exhaled in amusement. levi leaned into you, nosing around your ears and neck as he brought one knee to the couch. “i’m just doing what the card said.”

your heart stopped beating as the blood settled on your skin once you watched and felt levi’s crotch rhythmically dip into yours, blushed furiously once his bulge barely graced your presented crotch.

“levi!” you squealed at the feeling of his tongue against your nape, closed your eyes because the sight was unraveling your guts and burning your insides. “it was my card!”

his shirt was discarded to the floor. levi took your hand and guided it to his savannah hot, sculpted abdomen. he thrusted his hips back towards yours, wiggled slightly for the performance factor, smiled widely as your fingers dipped into the ridges.

your hand stopped exploring his abs, stayed close like a ghost once levi’s beloved stare was demanding yours. he grunted with rhythmic grinds against your hip, spoke between exerted breaths and a naughty smirk, “oh, i was just obeying orders.”

[shadesslut]

Can I request something like readers family forgetting her birthday and ghostface!Ethan or ghostface!Chad or both 🤭 finds out and trying to cheer her up or maybe ghostface gives her a call when she's crying bc this isn't the first time they forgot her birthday but all gf wants to do is wish her a happy birthday with only minor threats (not towards her) and it either ends up with phone sex or a 'present' gets dropped off by her window

Thank you for the request! Hope you enjoy! :)

it takes two

MINORS DNI

Pairing: (Gf!Ethan Landry x Fem!Reader x Gf!Chad Meeks-Martin)

Content Includes: (Slight angst, smut)

Summary: Y/N's family forgets her birthday, but Chad and Ethan have a plan on how to cheer her up.

Masterlist

part 2

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The two boys watched closely on their laptop, trying to see every little detail. On their screen was Y/N, their neighbor. They had grown an infatuation with her ever since they met her. She was laid in her bed, under the comforter, crying her little pretty eyes out.

“Dude, how did you get this in there?” Chad asked Ethan, who was smiling proudly at himself. He had bought a small camera the week before, and he snuck it into her room one night. 

“I wish we could hold her.” Ethan softly said as they both kept their eyes on the screen. Ethan ran his fingers along the surface of the screen, near her figure. She had been crying for a good ten minutes, and Ethan and Chad wanted to comfort her. 

“Me too,” Chad replied.

Y/N cried softly as she looked at her phone. She had texted her family asking if they were coming to visit her for her birthday, but they forgot, again. All she wanted on her birthday was someone to celebrate it with her, and she couldn’t even get her family to do it with her. 

“I have an idea.” Ethan suggested it to Chad. Chad nodded at him, letting him continue. “How about we make our girl feel special from an infamous caller?” 

Chad smirked.

Her phone vibrated, and she immediately snatched at it, hoping it was a family member. She slumped her shoulders at the no caller ID, but answered anyway.

“Hello?” 

“Hi, Y/N,” the deep and rough voice cooed. 

She looked at her phone with confusion and held it back up to her ear. “Who’s this?”

“Are you having a good birthday?” Ethan asked through the voice modulator. The two boys giggled with each other as they watched her reaction.

“H-How did you know it was my birthday?” Y/N asked, sitting up, allowing the covers to drop to her lap, revealing the small and tight tank top. Ethan stuttered at the sight, and Chad’s mouth slightly parted. Both of their eyes immediately dropped to her cleavage. 

“I-I,” Ethan stammered, then cleared his throat, “I know a lot about you, my sweet girl.” 

Now Y/N was really scared, she didn’t know who this stranger was, and she surely wasn’t their girl. She stood up off of the bed, and both of the boys audibly moaned and gasped. She was only wearing a pair of black panties, which didn’t have much coverage. 

Ethan felt his dick become hard, and he hesitantly reached down palm himself. 

“Who are you?” Y/N sternly asked into the phone, but Ethan didn’t answer. He was too busy touching himself at the sight of her bare ass. Chad looked at Ethan, waiting for him to respond, and when he didn’t, he snatched the phone and voice modulator from Ethan. Ethan’s hands found their way shoved in his shorts, getting himself off.

“Don’t worry about that,” Chad started. “You having a good birthday?”

Y/N sighed as she gave up with the questions. “Not really, my family forgot.”

Ethan’s hand stopped, and he looked at the screen with a dark, evil expression. 

“They what?” Chad asked through gritted teeth. 

“I’m going to fucking kill them.” Ethan said as Chad comforted Y/N on the phone. She felt her tears start to water once again, blinking her eyelashes rapidly, not wanting to cry in front of this stranger.

“They don’t love you as much as I do.” Chad whispered softly through the phone. “If I could, I’d make them pay for forgetting your special day.”

Y/N looked concerned at Chad’s threat, but an unhealthy part of her loved the attention from him. She wondered if she knew the unknown caller; having no idea it was the two cute boys across the hall. “Give me the phone,” Ethan commanded, which made Chad’s cheek grow warm. 

He handed Ethan the phone, looking him up and down. 

“Do you know what I would do to you for your birthday?” Ethan asked in a low voice. 

Chad reached over to Ethan, softly pressing his lips to his bare neck, causing Ethan to gasp. He ran his fingertips along Ethan’s forearm and continued to kiss him. 

“W-What?” she asked. 

Ethan eyed Chad, whose hands were reaching Ethan’s waistband. “I’d lay you down on your bed, and fuck you until you forget it’s your birthday. Fuck-” Ethan cursed as Chad got a hold of his half-hard dick. Chad kept his eyes on the screen, watching the way Y/N’s ass moved as she paced her room. He stroked Ethan’s cock, dragging his thumb over the wet tip.

Y/N didn’t answer, carefully listening to the quiet whimpers Ethan let out. Chad grabbed the phone out of Ethan’s limp hand and kept stroking him as he held the phone up to his ear. 

“I’d make you feel good, the way you should feel on your birthday. I’d kiss you everywhere my lips would fit.” 

Y/N’s heart beat faster at his words, subconsciously pressing her thighs together. Ethan’s eyes were closed tight at the feeling of Chad’s hand, approaching his high quickly. Ethan gripped Chad’s thigh tightly, and Chad reached over for an empty shot glass that sat on the table. He felt Ethan’s cock twitch in his hand, and he looked up to Ethan, seeing him watching Y/N slowly reach down to her panties. Ethan jerked his hips up, and Chad held the glass up as Ethan came into it. The thick liquid slid slowly down the side of the glass as Ethan moaned Y/N’s name. 

“Look at your door in ten minutes, sweetheart.” Chad spoke one more time into the phone, before hanging up. 

Y/N paced around her front door nervously, waiting. She got a text message, and she instantly checked her phone to see a text from the same unknown caller. 

Happy birthday, look at your door

She opened the door and swung it open, but saw no one. She almost closed the door again before she noticed something reflective on the floor. A little glass vial, with a red bow wrapped around it, sat right in front of the door. She bent down and picked it up, examining it. It held a white liquid, and she felt herself become aroused. 

“Fuck,” She muttered under her breath. 

Two figures appeared behind her, dressed in masks and all black, tilting their heads at her. She was too enamored with the vial to notice them. The two looked at each other, smiled under their masks, and looked back at Y/N.

[blindmagdalena]

Hide and Seek

homelander x f!reader 18+ 6.2k, predator/prey, consensual non-consent, dirty talk, cockwarming, outdoor sex, oral sex, there's a lot. check ao3 for full tag list. shout out to @mari-thesimp and @whatevermonkey for the prompts that inspired this fic!

Summary: You ask Homelander to chase you through the woods and thoroughly ravish you, making sure to ignore any protests. He takes the role very seriously. AO3 Link.

Nothing could have prepared you for the reality of this moment. The chase had sounded like such lighthearted fun in theory. A jaunt through the forest with your superpowered boyfriend never far behind, pursuing you through the woods. Upping the ante by agreeing to do it at night seemed, at the time, like simply removing the training wheels. You were wrong. The pound of your heart nearly drowns out the sound of branches and woodland debris snapping under foot as you run blindly through the woods, the moon above barely serving illumination through the dense tree canopy. What you hadn’t realized at the start of all this was that your body wouldn’t know the difference between running for your life for fun, and running for your life for real.

A blast as sharp as a gunshot whips by overhead, bowing the trees with the force of it and startling a scream out of you. The startle causes you to lose your footing, and your momentum is too great to catch yourself. You hurdle forwards, rolling end over end into the mess of brambles, landing flat on your back, gasping for breath. You hear the thud of something landing in the distance. You lay there a moment, brain frantically recalibrating while you stare up at the dense tree cover, trying to catch your breath. That’s when a new sound cuts through the ambient sounds of the forest; someone whistling a cheery little melody. Shortly after that, you begin to hear footsteps. “You made it further than I thought you would,” Homelander calls into the night, his chipper tone replacing that jaunty whistle. “But c’mon. Did you really think I wouldn’t find you?”

You scramble to your feet, bracing against a tree to look wildly around yourself. It’s too dark to even make out his silhouette, but what you see instead turns your insides to ice. Maybe twenty feet away, two glowing red eyes cut through the black of the night, peering around until, abruptly, they lock onto you. The glow of them is just enough to illuminate the way Homelander’s lips pull into a sharp smile. “Got’cha.” Immediately, you take off running. There’s no thought behind it, nothing but the pure animalistic panic to escape. He may be the love of your life, but that was terrifying. The dense treeline breaks into a clearing, and you run for the path of least resistance, even as your muscles scream. A small hill near a babbling stream catches your eye, and though every breath you suck back makes your lungs burn, you push yourself to it, desperate for a place to hide. You skid to a stop just beyond the hill, and then hurl yourself back against it, clamping both hands over your mouth, screwing your eyes shut as you desperately try to quiet yourself.

The agreement was that Homelander would not utilize his x-ray vision. Your only hope was that the sound of the stream might mask the thunder of your heart beating in your chest. In this state of flight, you find it impossible to gauge the passage of time. It might be seconds that pass, it might be minutes. You can’t fathom it. Either way, it isn’t long before you begin to hear heavy booted footsteps crunching through the underbrush. "Come out, come out, wherever you are," Homelander's voice rings out, that wicked smile audible in his tone. "You can come easy, or you can come hard. You're mine either way." You bite into your own hand, tucking yourself further in against the grassy mound. His words hurl you into a dizzying haze of panic and excitement, leaving your brain bordering on short circuiting, unsure if you should be running from or towards the honied voice calling you from the shadows. Abruptly, the sound of footsteps stops, and you are left with nothing but the thrum of your heartbeat, and the burble of the stream.Time passes, but still you hear nothing. Tentatively, you peer out around the edge of the mound, into the clearing where you heard him approaching. Seeing nothing, you cautiously rise to your feet and crane to get a better look. Empty. There isn’t a trace of him anywhere. There’s more light in the clearing, lending a touch to your bravery. You don’t need the cue of his eyes to see him here, but the fact he’s disappeared somewhere into the treeline worries you. You glance down to the river. Perhaps your sound-based subterfuge was successful, and he believes you kept moving forward. You take the opportunity to backtrack, and hopefully throw him off your trail. After all, if you get back to the cabin by yourself, you win this little game.

Not wanting to run the risk of him hearing you, you pick up a modest trot back towards the thicket you had emerged from. Reaching out to brace your hand on a passing tree, you scream when a crimson gloved hand closes suddenly around your wrist, another hand catching you around the waist and yanking you backwards, lifting you clean off your feet, and up into the air with him. “Ah, ah, ah,” he tuts. “Not so quick. We haven’t even gotten to enjoy the view together yet,” he says, his words warm huffs in your ear, prickling goosebumps all the way down your spine. You thrash against him with everything you have in you, but you may as well be pounding against pure steel. He’s unyielding. Homelander drops back down onto the ground, and with unbelievable ease, spins you around to pin your back against the tree. Slotting his thigh between your legs, Homelander lifts you with just that. Effortlessly catching both of your wrists in a single hand, he traps them up above your head. He leans forward, his knee braced against the tree. “There’s my girl,” he purrs, lifting a hand to stroke your cheek. Any other day, you would lean into it. The rumble of his voice when he calls you his never fails to make you melt. Right now, however, the two of you are playing a game, and you aren’t going to be the one to ruin it.

You yank your face away from his hand, leaning as far as you can to the side. “Let me go,” you gasp, still thoroughly out of breath. “Mm, nope, no. That… That I don’t think I’ll ever do,” he says, catching your jaw tight between his leather clad fingers, yanking you back to face him, forcing you to meet his eyes, which flare a dim crimson. “You’re all mine, sweetheart.” Homelander kisses you hard, swallowing up the cry you give. You nearly succumb, you almost kiss him back before you remember yourself. Instead, you twist as violently as you can in his grasp, trying anything you can to gain leverage, but nothing works. He has you lifted off your feet, and he’s pressed in too close for you to utilize your legs against him. Meanwhile, he relishes your struggle. You can feel him smiling against your lips, followed by the hot wet press of his tongue. You yield to him only for the opportunity to bite down hard on the appendage. It’s soft beneath your teeth, but it doesn’t give. There’s nothing you could do that would damage him.

Homelander hums a delighted little noise, breaking the kiss. His smile is like that of a wolf, fangs and all. “Now you’re really getting me excited,” he says, punctuating it with a slow grind up between your legs, startling a moan out of you. He lets go of your face in favor of dragging his hand down your body, cupping your breast through your shirt and squeezing, making you keen. “I was gonna be a gentleman and take you back to the cabin, but if you’re gonna behave like a fucking animal–” he says, his rich, molasses sweet voice veering into a rough growl as he rips your shirt wide open, exposing your chest to the night chill, “–then I will gladly fuck you in the dirt like one.” Struggling against him only intensifies the friction of his thigh against your pussy, your clit throbbing against firm muscle behind the confines of your pants. You turn your head away as he kisses down your throat, wringing a gasp out of you when he bites down. You feel him chuckle against your skin, dragging his tongue over the stinging mark, his soft hair tickling along your jaw. “So, what’ll it be? You gonna behave for me?” He asks, drawing back to meet your stare. The question makes you ache, worsens the throb of your clit against his thigh. His perfect blonde locks are set askew now, giving him an untamed look. You feel as wild as he appears. Heart thundering in your chest, you make a play without a second thought, and you spit in his face, spattering the corner of his mouth and his cheek.

For a split second, Homelander looks sincerely shocked, his eyes wide. Slowly, he begins to laugh. The sound of it rolls chills all the way down your spine. You’ve never heard him sound this menacing. His tongue darts out to lick away the mess of it from the corner of his mouth. Pulling one of your hands down from above your head, he uses your palm to wipe it clean, turning his face to nuzzle into your hand, despite how you try to close it from him. When he looks at you, his pupils have reduced the blue of his eyes to a thin ring, making his eyes look almost completely black. His sharp grin has turned him wholly into a predator. “I’m going to enjoy this,” he says, voice pitched low. Faster than you can track, he dips down and hauls you up over his shoulder with ease, that abysmal eagle pauldron digging into your side as he carries you back into the clearing. You ball up your fists and pound on his back with every ounce of strength you have in you, twisting against his grip on your legs, but nothing fazes him. “Scream all you want, sweetheart,” he laughs, giving your ass an indulgent smack. “No one to hear it but me.” Homelander hurls you forward, and though you hit the ground much more gently than you braced for, the motion is no less disorienting. Sprawled on your back, you move to roll over, but a sudden weight on your thigh stops you. You look down and see his muddy red boot pressed firmly there, pinning you. Above, you hear the familiar sound of him unzipping his pants. Once his cock is free, Homelander grips it with a heated sigh, staring down at you through heavily lidded eyes. His lips are parted, and you can see the sharp edges of his canines glinting in the light of the moon. “Look at you, such a fucking mess,” he says, pumping his cock in slow, even slides of his hand. He’s already fully hard, the engorged head of his cock leaking drops of precome with every stroke. You can feel how bad he wants you in the way he watches you, the way his breath hitches. He looks like a wild animal drooling over a fresh cut of meat.

You writhe beneath him, but the weight of his boot alone is more than enough to keep you in place. “Please,” you whine, fighting to keep the desire out of your voice. “Please don’t, please, let me go, I won’t tell anyone–” “Ssshhhhh, shhh,” Homelander hushes, lips quirked in a lopsided smile. “I know you won’t.” Reaching out, Homelander bends at the waist and lifts his boot off of you just before he catches a handful of your hair, maneuvering you up onto your knees. The way he handles you is exceedingly gentle. He has no need for rough or forceful movements when his strength can bend steel. You have no choice but to move with him. “I’m gonna give you one chance to redeem yourself, alright?” Holding you steady, Homelander guides you to his cock, arching your head back with his grip in your hair. “Open up, pretty girl,” he croons, the only warning he gives before shoving his cock between your lips, smearing precome along your tongue, all the way to the back of your throat. The salt-sex taste of him is immediately intoxicating, and though you gag at the sudden intrusion, you suck him down without meaning to, reflexively swallowing. “Ffffuck, ah, hah, that’s it. Mmm, such a natural little cockslut. Taste good, sweetheart?” He asks, positively destroying you. He’s never called you anything like that before, but the ease with which he says it now makes it sound like the hundredth time. You want to hear it again. You make a sound that’s close to a moan, pushing your hands against his thighs, digging your nails into the padding of his suit. Letting go of his cock, he cups the side of your face, and picks up a steady rhythm with his hips, fucking your mouth shallowly.

With his thumb, Homelander caresses your lips, following the line of them where they stretch wide around his dick. He’s entranced by you, watching with endless intensity. Your jaw is slack, drool coating his cock as he fucks your mouth. “Ohhh, fuck. Fuck, look at you. Wanted it all along, didn’t you? I can smell your pussy, baby. You’re so fucking wet for me.” He fucks deeper, and you stifle the gag this time. Your eyes well with tears that collect on your lashes, weighing them down against your cheeks. The weight of his cock on your tongue feels so good, you lose yourself briefly, forgetting that you’re supposed to be putting up a fight. This time, you let yourself gag when he pushes in deep, and you try to pull off of him, fighting back against the hand he’d flattened at the back of your skull. “No, no, sshh, not yet. Almost there,” he says, tightening his grip in your hair, his voice fraying as he begins to come apart. He starts thrusting faster, adjusting his hands to hold either side of your head, using you so thoroughly that you feel like a fucking toy in his hands. Your breaths become shallower, short little gasps between the frenzied snaps of his hips. “Aaalmost there. That’s it, take it, taking it so fuckin’ good. Knew you could, baby.” Between the praise and lack of air, you’re starting to feel lightheaded. You’re not fighting against him anymore, but instead gripping his thighs for dear life, eyes rolling back into your skull. You feel like you’re floating in and out of your physical body, barely tethered to reality.

Homelander comes with a choked-off noise, shoving you all the way down onto his cock. You don’t even taste the come, you just feel the heavy pulses of his cock against your tongue, the heat of it sliding down your throat, warming you from the inside out. Just when you’re starting to feel like you might pass out, Homelander pulls out of your mouth, holding you as you cough wetly. You gulp down breath after breath, gradually coming down from your delirium. Homelander strokes your hair through it, breathing heavily through his own aftershocks. “Now there’s a redemption arc,” he says through a breathy little chuckle. He lets go of your hair so that he can tuck himself loosely back into his pants. Before you can get any ideas, Homelander knocks you backwards, visibly pleased by the easy way you sprawl out on your back, still dazed. Crouching down, he gets a good grip on the hips of your pants, and with a swift outward pull on either side, rips them clean apart, along with your underwear, leaving just the scraps of them hanging off your thighs, fully exposing your pelvis. Inhaling deeply, Homelander’s smile is downright predatory. “My turn,” he says, hooking your legs up over his shoulders, leaving just your upper back touching the ground below. He takes hold of your hips, and lifts you up to his mouth. Closing his eyes, he moans like a man mad with hunger as he drags his tongue through the slick mess of your cunt, closing his lips around your clit.

You arch your back with a cry, pushing into the wet heat of his mouth. He’s ruthless in the way he feasts on you, plunging his tongue into you and lapping up every drop he can coax out. When he’s gotten all he can, he goes back up to your clit and sucks, swirling his tongue over it, reducing you to a whimpering mess. He laps at your clit until there’s more sweet slick for him to drink up from your pussy, fucking you with his tongue, demanding more. Homelander gets his wish when you come, an explosion of pleasure that radiates through your entire body. Your thighs lock up on either side of his head, squeezing him tight, but all he cares about is the rush of your release that spills down his chin, wetting him so thoroughly the excess drips onto the ground below. He swallows every drop that he can. He groans with it, licking eagerly between the quivering lips of your cunt. Your orgasms have always driven him insane, the flood of endorphins making you taste fucking exquisite. Suddenly the ground falls out beneath you as Homelander stands up, leaving you hanging in his grasp as he devours you, your moans of pleasure rapidly dissolving into broken sobs, overwhelmed with sensation. “S-stop,” you gasp, grabbing hold of his wrists. “Too much, please, it’s too much.”

Homelander’s only response is a rough little shake of his head, nuzzling into your pussy, lapping up the aftermath of your orgasm and rapidly hurdling you hot and heavy towards another one, your hips convulsing against him entirely of their own accord. “Please, oh god, please stop!” You cry, voice raw. You hang helplessly in his grip, squirming with nowhere to go. He’s got you dangling precariously on the razor's edge between pleasure and pain, the sensations so intense that they almost burn. “S-stop! It’s too much! Please!” You have a safe word, you and he both know you could save yourself if you wanted to, but the reality is that you don’t. It feels good to beg for what you know he will not give you. You’re starting to feel dizzy, hanging upside down, gasping for breath as he continues to gorge himself on you. He drags his tongue up and down, drawing deft figure eights before sucking your clit, pressing his tongue firmly to it. You come again, and this time the experience is so overwhelming, you scream.

Falling limp, all you can muster are weak, oversensitized noises. Your body spasms involuntarily while Homelander licks you through the aftermath of your orgasm, milking every last drop of it. He finishes with a refreshed, wet exhale, audibly licking his lips of the mess while you dangle in his grasp. Gingerly, he lowers you back down onto the grassy forest floor, slipping out from between your legs to loom over you. Your brain is so addled, it takes you ages to realize that he’s kissing you, licking your own flavor into your mouth. You whimper when you feel his ungloved fingers brush your overstimulated cunt, the contact making you jolt. He clicks his tongue softly. “Look what you did,” he murmurs between kisses, plunging his fingers into you, despite your weak protest. You’re so wet, the slide of them is a frictionless ache. You whine into the press of his lips. “You went and got me hard again,” he sighs, as if you’ve inconvenienced him. “Now I have to fuck your pretty pussy.”

Homelander’s fingers pump in and out of you, the sound of it obscene and wet. Your breath hitches, and you try to protest, but his gloved hand falls over your lips, silencing you.

“Shhh, shh. Save it, sweetheart. Save it for my cock.” His fingers sink in deep, and your lashes flutter, eyes nearly rolling back into your skull. Already, you’re aching to feel him deeper. All you can do is whimper into the warm leather of his glove, squirming under the weight of his hold while his fingers work you open. While it’s a reprieve for your thoroughly used clit, the expert way he crooks his fingers inside you already has you fighting the climb of another orgasm. So much so that when he slips his fingers out, you whine, the sound of it bordering on a sob. Nothing happens for the next couple of seconds. Uncertain, you open your eyes, and find Homelander staring down at you. There is a slight tenseness to his expression, an expectation you can see in his gaze as you meet it. His hand is still over your mouth, but his other hand has settled on your thigh, thumb stroking your bare skin in minute movements. You can see the question written in his eyes clear as day; You okay?

The way he looks at you settles something warm deep in your core, chasing the night chill and leaving only the heat between your bodies. You break character for just a second, and give him a slight nod. In an instant, Homelander flips like a switch back into a stranger, the change subtle and yet glaringly obvious to you. You gasp when he pulls his hand from your mouth to flip you over, the smell of fresh grass pungent as he pushes your head down, lifting your ass up into the air. “That’s better,” he purrs, effortlessly slipping back into character. The cold, dangerous edge to his tone makes your stomach clench in a giddy blend of anxiety and excitement. With one hand braced on the back of your head, Homelander grips his cock in the other, and guides it to the soaked, velvety lips of your pussy. He drags the head of his cock up and down, smearing it through the wet mix of his saliva and your own slick. You jerk involuntarily when he rubs it against your sensitive clit, whimpering.

You feel overworked, but Homelander has made it clear he’s only just getting started. Slowly but surely, he opens you up on the thick head of his cock, moaning a low cuss under his breath. His powers protect him from pain, but not pleasure, and you’re not the only one affected by the aftermath of your release. Regardless, he moves his bare hand to your hip, and holds you steady as he sinks the rest of the way into you in one slow, agonizingly good slide, finally reaching that aching itch deep inside you. “Nnnngh, please,” you moan, screwing your eyes tightly shut. “Please what?” Homelander prompts, giving a deep little thrust that startles another pitchy sound out of you. “Go on, beg for it. I want to hear you beg for my cock like a good little slut,” he says, the low snarl of his voice–his words–paired with the heat and weight of him inside you making you delirious. He moves his hand from your hip to your clit, the wet slide of his fingers making you cry out, writhing against him. He rocks you back on his cock, fucking right into your cervix. “No sense denying it now. So goddamn wet for me. You love this, don’t you? Getting fucked like a cheap whore. Beg. Beg me to fuck you stupid.”

Whatever few strands you had left tethering you snap. The degradation, the truth in his words, the transcendent agony of pleasure taken too far all tip you over the edge of sanity and reason. Shame and arousal burn you in equal measure. “Please fuck me stupid,” you obediently beg, tears gathering in your eyes not from pain, but sheer overwhelm. You barely get the words out. Homelander starts to fuck you in earnest, groaning at your plea, at the complete crumble of your resolve. “Use me.” The noise Homelander makes at that is animalistic, caught somewhere between a groan and a growl. He shifts his hand from your head to your shoulder and grips tight, gloved fingers biting into the meat of you as he yanks you back onto his cock, picking up a relentless rhythm that punches the air right out of your lungs with every snap of his hips. All the while, his fingers grind against your clit with every thrust, surging you up towards the release previously abandoned.

“Fuck,” Homelander rasps, practically trembling with restraint. Despite the brutal way he’s fucking you, you know it’s nothing compared to what he could do. You can feel pressure building rapidly between your thighs, each thrust like the strike of a match inside you, igniting more and more heat. You can’t move, pinned between his hand on your shoulder and the crack of his hips against your ass. All you can do is endure him as your orgasm builds, whatever scarce breaths you can manage to inhale leave you as sharp little whimpers. “Don’t fight it. Feels good, I know it does. You’re taking me so good. Fucking made for me. C’mon, do it. Let me feel you come on my cock.” Your orgasm hits like an earthquake, a sudden eruption that renders you silent, your lips falling open on a noiseless scream. Your body locks up like a vice as wave after wave of mind blowing pleasure rolls through you. You hear Homelander give a choked off noise as he fucks you through it, your cunt seizing around him so tightly it catches him off guard. He doesn’t stop, instead moving faster, reducing you to a keening mess, limp in the grass. He uses you until on a final thrust, you feel him still, followed by a rush of heat so intense it nearly feels a burn inside you. Your whole body shudders, and you exhale a broken little noise, dizzy from the magnitude of it all.

Everything around you feels bleary, your vision fading in and out. For a moment, you feel as though you might float away from your body entirely, your consciousness barely holding on, but the feeling of Homelander pressed against your back, sinking down against you, grounds you. You whisper the safeword you’ve been diligently holding onto, and just like that, the game is over. Homelander pushes a hand through your hair, kissing a trail from your neck to your ear, gently adjusting your head on the ground. He kisses your cheek, the corner of your mouth, bent over you, the wet weight of his cock still buried deep and warm inside you. He’s panting softly in your ear between kisses, the breaths catching every so often, still reeling from his own release.

Tenderly, he lifts off of you, and withdraws from inside you, hissing a soft breath as he does. The mess he left inside you trails hot, wet streaks down your thighs. You wince at the loss of him, nearly collapse without his hands on you, but he holds you steady with a hand on your hip while he adjusts himself.

You’re practically dead weight as he rolls you over, hovering over you with a hand in the grass, next to your head. You smile up at him, lazy and still dazed. He returns it, the corners of his eyes crinkling generously as he strokes your cheek with his bare knuckles, analyzing your expression. “Was I good?” He asks, the tone of his voice leagues and miles away from what it had been. He sounds tentative now, curious, a little hopeful. “Good?” You echo, borderline offended he would use such a meager word to explain the most intense sexual experience of your life. “That was… you were… amazing,” you tell him breathlessly, mustering the strength to push a hand into his mussed hair, your lids feeling heavy as you blink. “I can’t feel my legs, and I think you bruised my cervix,” you admit, to which he looks sheepish, but you continue, “And I’ve never felt more incredible in my life.”

Homelander visibly preens at that, his eyes narrowing, lips curving into a small smile. He leans in to nuzzle at your neck, inhaling deeply. You offer a few more strokes through his hair, but the muscles in your arm protest enough that you drape it over his neck instead, sighing. He takes that as his cue to scoop you up into his arms, your limbs dangling like cooked noodles. He floats to his feet, settling back down on the ground with you nestled snug against his chest. “C’mon,” he says quietly, kissing your forehead. “Let’s get you cleaned up.” ~~~~~~ Back at the cabin, Homelander is quick to start a hot bath running. The only garment of yours to survive was your bra, but even then, you and it are thoroughly grass strained. Homelander helps you sink into the oversized jacuzzi bath, chuckling at the exaggerated moan you give as the heat washes over you. It feels like heaven on your aching legs. The water sloshes to and fro as Homelander joins you, sliding up to you right away. Baths have always been both of your preferred methods of aftercare, where you can recover from his strength and he can luxuriate in this intimate form of pampering. Automatically, Homelander pulls you in to straddle his lap, the water making you both feel weightless. He buries his face in the crook of your neck, and you go about wetting his hair, massaging his scalp. He moans when you begin to work in the shampoo next, dragging your nails all the way down to the back of his neck. He’s much leaner without the suit. You sweep your hands down his shoulders, following the trail of wiry muscle to his back. His body relaxes gradually beneath your touch, breathy little sighs escaping him. He makes you feel like you’re playing an instrument, and you know precisely where to touch to draw out the right note. Neither of you speak much during the bath. Your limbs are heavy, muscles tired, and the narrow space between your bodies feels too quiet and intimate for words.

You take your time conditioning his hair, and he wrings soft moans from you when he massages wash into your shoulders, mindful of how they ache. He’s deft with his hands, impeccably aware of his strength. It thrills you a little every time you remember how different he was in the woods, how wild and brutal he had felt. Once you’re both clean and satisfied, the bed calls your name as hypnotically as any siren. You’re the first to slip under the covers, immediately relieved to be off of your feet, your legs still shaky. Homelander follows shortly after. He’s always been clingy, but tonight especially, he’s practically glued to you. When he slides into bed, he doesn’t cuddle in next to you, but instead lays himself over you, nestling between your legs so that he can rest his head on your chest. You smile down at him. “How do you feel?”

“Good,” he rumbles, moving his hand to rest near his face, just over the beat of your heart.

Silence hangs heavily in the air. Sensing there’s more to it, you press, “Do you want to talk about tonight?”

Homelander is quiet for a moment longer. “You were scared.”

“Being chased was scary, yes,” you admit, combing your fingers through his hair. “That was the intention, though.”

“Were you scared of me?”

You pause. There’s something vulnerable in his voice—anxiety, perhaps—that he’s halfheartedly trying to mask, but you see through it. You give yourself time, wanting to answer the question with the thought it deserves, but Homelander doesn’t take the silence well. He lifts his head to scrutinize your expression, brows pinched. “You were scared of me.”

“You scared me, but I wasn’t afraid of you,” you correct him, settling your hand over top of his. “I liked it. In the same way I like movies that make me scream, or roller coasters. You scared me, and I loved it,” you say, bringing up both hands to cup his face, emphasizing your words by pulling him into a kiss. He moves easily, pushing into the kiss, needy for the assurance you offer. Stroking his cheeks with your thumbs, you ask him, “Did you like it?”

Homelander licks his lips, sliding his arm under you as he settles back in against your chest. “Yeah. It was… fun. Raw. I didn’t know you could act like that. Might have to get you a role in Vought’s next production,” he says, giving your collarbone a playful little nuzzle. “No thanks, I’d rather be waterboarded,” you reply with a laugh, earning a low chuckle from him. You stroke him from the crown of his head all the way down to the base of his neck, and then back up. “I’m glad you had fun. I know that I was asking a lot of you with it.” He’s quiet for a moment, head resting heavy on your chest. He rubs his cheek against your skin. “I really liked it. But if it goes too far, and you see something in me that you don’t like, and I see you scared of me, even when we’re not playing, it…” the sentence trails off. You feel his grip around you tighten reflexively, and you can only imagine what awful scenario he’s playing in his mind. “John,” you call gently, though your tone is firm, catching his attention immediately. He tips his head back to look up at you. “I promise you, there is nothing you would do to me that could change the way I feel about you. I love you. I worship you, John. That’s what love means to me. Reverence. You didn’t want to hurt me tonight, did you?”

“No,” he answers quickly, enraptured by you, by your words. “But I did.” “Only as much as I asked you to,” you soothe, stroking along the side of his face. “You would have stopped if I said the word, right?” Homelander nods, closing his eyes as he leans into your touch, pressing a kiss to your palm. “You checked in on me, too. If anything, all tonight did was show me how much I don’t need to be afraid of you.”

Looking at you, there is a magnitude of emotion in Homelander’s eyes that is difficult to put into words. You realize immediately just how badly he needed to hear every word you’ve said. He has always thrived on your words, on your loving deeds, but tonight they scrape him particularly raw. There are times when you think the depths of his need for you scares even him. Homelander kisses a path from your collarbone to the space between your breasts, slow, deeply affectionate. Where you most easily show your worship in words, he shows his in touch. He strokes a hand down your side, to your outer thigh, squeezing it against him, like he simply cannot be close enough. “Come here,” you murmur, nudging him with your leg. “Let me warm you.” Homelander glances up at that, his lips twitching in a small, pleased smile. “Yeah?” “Yeah,” you confirm, encouraging him with another little nudge. Of all the tricks you’ve introduced him to, this has been his favorite by far. Licking his lips eagerly, Homelander shifts, lifting himself to grab the lube from the bedside table, dispensing enough to slick his cock up. He uses what remains on his fingers in you, sliding his slick fingers into you with ease, earning a sharp little inhale from you before you relax into it. Once you’re properly wetted, he carefully slides his cock into you, less than half hard, but that isn’t the intent. Though you’re still tender, once he settles against you, the fervid weight of him inside feels divine. Having him inside always feels as though you are kindling a live flame within you.

“Mm, that’s it. Feel good?” You ask, kissing his forehead. Homelander nods, slotted against you as perfectly as a matching jigsaw piece. He turns his head to kiss your breast, transitioning quickly from that to closing his mouth over your nipple, sucking gently. You flex your grip in his hair, sighing in pleasure. “I still need to rest, you know. We can’t all have super stamina,” you remind him with an amused little smile.

“So rest,” he says dismissively, gaze flickering up to meet yours. He kisses your breast reverently before placing his head back down, staring up at you with such utter contentment, you feel the  warmth of it to your core. “I can be patient.” In other words, he’ll wait as long as he can before the temptation grows too great. The thought of waking to him taking advantage of you like that broils a little fire of your own in your gut, and you laugh softly, nodding. “Okay. Wake me in a few hours. Be creative,” you whisper, leaning in to kiss him. Homelander’s lips curl deviously. “I love you.” “I love you, too.” Eventually, your exhaustion wins over the giddiness of what’s to come. Homelander is a comforting weight against you, the heat of him chasing any and all chill from you, and you drift into one of the deepest sleeps you’ve ever known.

[ushiwhacka]

LET HIM EAT CAKE | gojo satoru + fem! reader | 982 words | mdni | happy birthday to the only man that matters <3

.⋆｡⋆☾ summary: satoru loves cake. and he also loves you. so why wouldn't he want both at the same time? .⋆｡⋆☾ warnings: food play, slight dacryphilia, overstimulation, pussy eating, spit, gojo keeps your panties

You watch him as he inspects the little cakes and desserts spread out across the length of the dining table. Macaroons, sticks of dango, chocolate truffles, his favourite kikufuku, you had spent hours and hours gathering all of his favourites to indulge him for his birthday. And at the centre of it all, a cute little strawberry cake. Not as perfect as the rest of the selection, but made with so much love and care. Made by you. Made for him and him only. Two airy layers, a fluffy decadent filling, and six juicy strawberries as decoration.

Tongue peeking between pink lips, a feigned serious expression as he thoughtfully considers his options. But he can’t hide the happiness that pours out of his face, eyes crystal and wide and crinkled at the edges. There’s not much you can give a man that already has everything, but this feels like nothing he’s been given before. It feels like love. 

“I want this one first.” A knowing smile as he pulls the cake towards him. “But,” Gojo takes a step closer to you, pressing his body flush against yours, “I want to eat it off of you.”

“Satoru-”

“It’s my birthday, you should be nice to me on my birthday.”

His hands move up your exposed thighs and underneath the short little silk slip-on, thumbs running along the hem of the pretty lace thong that you wore just for him, digging into the fat of your ass and lifting you onto the table. Any resistance dissipating with the feel of his lips on yours. 

A swipe of his fingers across the cake to gather some of the filling before he presses them to your mouth, prying it open. Pushing down against your tongue, going deeper and deeper, until you’re drooling. Hand covered in your spit as he wraps it around your jaw. Then he kisses you, messy and just a little bit aggressive. “Mmmhm strawberry cake is just the best.” It comes out rough and thick with desire. And you’re already a mess yourself. Chest heaving, eyes glassy and lidded. Looking like something out of a dream with reddened, swollen lips and the straps of your dress falling around your shoulders. Satoru already knows that this is his favourite present. Ever. 

He picks out one of the strawberries. The biggest, most succulent one, of course. Shoves the tip between your teeth. An awkward bite that’s just too big, and pink, syrupy juice escapes down the sides of your mouth. But not to worry, because he’s there to help. Tongue flat against your skin as he licks you clean. Two of his favourite things - sweets and his pretty girlfriend and he’s enjoying every moment of it.  

Gojo trails the strawberry down your chin and the column of your neck, across your clavicle, marking his path. And where the sweet fruit goes his lips follow, kissing and licking and nipping at your skin. Humming in appreciation. Every little gasp and moan that leaves your mouth travels straight down to his cock, already straining against his slacks. He stops to pull the dress over your head and audibly moans at the sight of your bare breasts. 

Your spine tingles as he swirls the cold strawberry around your nipple. And he’s so mean as he sucks it into his mouth, cheeks hollowing with the effort. Pretty fingers trace their way down your tummy, touch so soft it almost tickles, and settle over your clothed pussy. “Did you wear these cute panties for me?” 

“Y-yeah.” The sound of your voice unrecognisable and raspy, heady with need. There’s something about the way his tongue curls over your skin, savouring every little taste of your flesh, the hunger that clouds his eyes. All of it wraps around your core, clutching around it, rendering your body limb and pliant. 

Satoru is careful as he slides the delicate cloth down your legs, his gaze overwhelming as he holds yours. “Think I’ll keep these.” A devious little smile on his face as he pockets your expensive underwear. But it’s not like you have the capacity to even care in the moment. And he’ll be sure to buy you another pair. Just as cute. Just as expensive.

Then the strawberry is back in his grasp, dripping with juice as he trails it down to your cunt, the tip slipping between your slit. A pathetic hiss as he slowly runs the fruit over your pussy lips, and then sucks them into his mouth, one after the other, releasing with an audible pop. A moment of respite and then he buries his face in your pussy, pink muscle dragging through your folds. And the way his nose nudges against your clit so deliciously has your hips bucking into his face. There’s not a single part of your body under your control. Not your hands that tug at his roots. Not the lewd moans that etch themselves onto his brain. Not your twitching pussy that’s gushing with slick. 

Half of his face is glistening with your essence. Just how he likes it. Leaking down the sharp slope of his chin as his tongue fucks into your needy hole. “Fuck, f-fuck, baby, it feels that good, yeah?” And there’s nowhere he’d rather be than here, suffocated between your thighs, drowning in the smell of you. Watching you fall apart as you writhe and sob, incoherent little whimpers as he sucks on your clit until you cum. And he keeps sucking on it until you’re begging for him to stop, the palms of your hands pushing at his forehead. 

“Aww already so sensitive?” A mocking coo. “But baby we’re just getting started.”

It’s his birthday. And you’re his favourite toy. And he plans on playing with you for as long as he wants. Until his body gives out and there’s not a single thought left between the pair of you. 

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[starcourtsteves]

18+, nsfw, mdni

i just think it’d be cute if you were the new secretary, a pretty young thing says flo, in the hawkins’ police station and jim takes a shine to you right away, calling you ma’am and blushing a bit and liking the way you squirm when he tips his hat to you first thing in the morning and last thing in the evening

you don’t show too much skin at work but god the way your shirt pulls up when you reach for something or the way your skirt is a bit tight some days has jim wanting to smack himself for lusting after such a sweet thing like you

you don’t mind it, this big bear of a man (who grins stupidly when you call him chief) always saying please and thanks when asking for copies and offering to walk you to your car or carry in the groceries you buy as snacks for the station

(and the way he looms over your desk has you crossing your legs tighter. you shouldn’t have heat spreading across your chest and down toward your thighs because of your superior, the police chief, but his broad frame and gruff voice do something salacious to your mind)

it’d be even cuter if you both end up working late one evening and you poke your head into jim’s office to check on him, startling him and making him curse. he immediately backpedals with a “sorry, sweetheart” in that soft voice he only ever uses with you

you playfully chastise him (“I don’t tolerate any sharp words toward me, chief, even in a police station”) and innocently bend to pick up discarded trash, making him audibly groan with the thought of having you bent over his desk

to cover, he finally plucks up the courage to ask you out for dinner, “or at least a coffee in the mornin’ if you’ll let me”. you accept with a grin, perching on the edge of his desk and fiddling with your hands in your lap

“i was wondering if you were gonna steal a kiss one of these days,” you venture. jim wouldn’t do something so brash, both of you know it, but you also know that your innocent little comment will open the floodgates. 

you can’t be that close to him, radiating all the sweetness he thought he never deserved again — and offering a kiss while you’re at it — and not have him take action

“god, honey,” he chuckles, slowly standing and crowding into your space, grazing a thumb along your cheek, “yeah, anything you want.” with his index finger he tips your chin up into his waiting mouth

his lips are warm and you grin into the bristles of his mustache and beard, kissing back fervently and slowly spreading your legs wider to accommodate jim standing between them

he pulls back to murmur how beautiful you are but you slide your hands up his shoulders and pull him in again, already drunk on the sensation of having him pressed against you. his hands fall heavy onto your thighs, softly kneading and bringing a gasp to your lips

a laugh rumbles from you both — the giddy disbelief that all the stolen glances and passing touches have finally led to this. “you gonna let me?” jim prompts, sliding his hands slightly higher up your thighs, bunching up your skirt

you nod eagerly, whispering yes please as you wriggle the skirt up the rest of the way. he’s mouthing at your neck and chest and all you can do is whimper when he finally drags a knuckle over your panties, down and up and finding right where it makes your noises extra high-pitched

it’s all a bit feverish after that, you’re fiddling your shirt buttons open and nipping at his neck and he scoots you back further on the desk with a gruff “attagirl” when you get settled, finally slipping his fingers underneath your panties into the wet heat that’s been waiting just for him. in and out of you in a shallow fashion and up to the bundle of nerves, sending shocks of heat down your legs

“still good?” he mutters into your neck as your head has tipped back in pleasure. but it’s your answer that almost knocks him off his feet. “so good, chief, it feels so good” in the most angelic voice he’s ever heard

it ignites something in him and his slack-jawed mouth scrapes teeth along your neck while he fumbles to get his pants down. soon your panties are yanked fully out of the way and you cling to his shoulders while he shuffled to readjust and align himself

thank god it’s late, thank god the station is empty, and thank god for jim’s steady hands holding your hips, because the sensation of him filling you rips a choked whine from your throat that echoes down the hallway. the stretch burns just right and jim lets out a string of curses at how good you feel around him — just as good as he’d always dreamt

“stay with me, baby, i got you,” he coos, finding a steady rhythm with his hips and keeping his thumb pressed just right on your clit. it’s already too much and you feel yourself getting embarrassingly close but jim eggs you on, begs you to let go and let him have it

you do, spilling onto him and feeling his hips stutter with release a moment later. you’re messy and disheveled and jim pets your cheek again, grunting out praise. you’d never seen him so boyishly handsome

“so should i pick you up tomorrow?”

“for work or dinner, chief?”

“anything you want”