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pockettwinzz · 9 days

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7 Minutes In Heaven - S.JK

౨ৎsynopsis౨ৎ : Seven minutes in heaven with your annoying enemy; how would it go...

౨ৎwarnings౨ৎ : MDNI, Smut, blowjob, oral[m!receiving], unprotected sex[naurr],

౨ৎauthor's Note౨ৎ : So this was supposed to be released after my Heeseung fic but dumbass mfing tumblr didn't save my draft so i'm gonna have to re-write some scenes :( will be uploading it asap!!!! dividers by @dollywons

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Jake and I had never really talked much since freshman year. Anytime we'd try to talk we'd end up arguing about something. Everyone in college knows about it by now.

Tonight, we're at a camping trip with some of our mutual friends. As the night progresses, they drag us into playing truth or dare. When it's my turn, the idiot who's supposed to be my friend dares me to do something insane. "Y/N, you have to spend seven minutes in heaven with Jake."

I groan, not wanting to do this at all. But I have to, or I'll look like a chicken. So, with a sigh, I agree to it. I close my eyes and feel Jake's warm breath on my neck as we're led into the room. I can't help but feel a little bit nervous.

I said to Jake, my voice shaking slightly. "So umm what are we supposed to do?I mean, we could just… talk, I guess?"

Jake scoffs. "I don't want to talk to you. But if you insist…" He pulls me closer, his body pressed against mine. His hands slide up my shirt, sending shivers down my spine. "We could do other things," he whispers, his breath hot against my ear.

My heart skips a beat. I'm not sure if I should be angry or aroused by this. Jake's touch feels so good, so foreign. He reaches around, unhooking my bra with ease, before tossing it aside. His fingers trace circles around my nipple, making me gasp.

I want to hate this, but my body betrays me. It wants more.

I arch my back, pressing myself against his touch. "Jake…," I breathe out, my voice husky. He smirks, leaning in to capture my lips in a heated kiss. His tongue dances with mine, sending a jolt of desire through my entire body. His hand finds its way down my shorts, his fingers slipping beneath the fabric, teasing.

I moan into his kiss, feeling myself grow wetter by the second. I want him to touch me there, to make me feel good. I break away from the kiss, gasping for air, and reach down to unfasten his pants. My fingers brush against his hardness, and I'm taken aback by how big he is. I've never been with anyone this big before.

Jake helps me pull his pants down, revealing his boxer briefs. I reach for the waistband, but he stops me, pushing my hand aside. "Let me take care of that," he says, his voice husky. With practiced movements, he pulls down his underwear, freeing his erection.

He steps back, giving me a moment to take in his fully exposed body. I'm mesmerized by the sight of him, hard and ready for me. He's so confident, so sure of himself. It's almost intimidating. But at the same time, it's incredibly arousing.

I reach out, tentatively touching the tip of his cock. He lets out a shuddering breath, and I feel the heat emanating from his body. His eyes are locked on mine as I stroke him, slowly at first, but then faster, matching the rhythm of my own heartbeat.

He grabs my hand, guiding it, showing me how he likes it. I can feel the veins pulsing beneath his skin, the taut muscles quivering with each touch. His hips begin to move in time with my strokes.

"That's it, baby," he groans. "You're doing so good."

I lean forward, taking him into my mouth. His tip presses against the back of my throat, and I gag a little. He reaches down, wrapping his hand around my hair, guiding me. "Just take it slow, sweetheart. Let me feel you around me."

I obey, sucking gently at first and then harder as I get the hang of it. His hips buck against my face, and I can taste the precum on my tongue. It's salty and sweet, and I can't help but want more. I stroke him with my tongue, feeling the veins pulsing beneath his skin. He moans, the vibrations sending shivers down my spine.

His hand tangles in my hair, holding me in place as he thrusts deeper. "Fuck, that's it," he groans. "You're so good at that." His cock twitches in my mouth, and a warm, thick fluid fills my mouth. I swallow quickly, feeling it trickle down my throat.

He pulls me up, grabbing my ass in his hands, and pushes me back against the wall. His hips begin to move, his cock thrusting against my lips. I open wider, taking him deeper, feeling the head of his cock brush against my entrance. He growls, his hips stuttering, and then he's inside me.

I let out a moan as he fills me, feeling him stretch me, claim me. He begins to move, his hips slamming into mine in a furious rhythm. I can feel the strength in him, the power that he has over me. He grips my shoulders, his fingers digging into my skin as he takes control of our encounter.

My head falls back against the wall, and I let out a gasp as he hits a particularly sensitive spot inside me. His thrusts grow deeper, harder, and I can feel myself beginning to lose control. I reach up, wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down for a bruising kiss.

He groans into the kiss, his hips stuttering against mine as he tries to maintain his rhythm. I can feel the strength in his arms, the way they hold me up, the way they keep me close. He's so big, so powerful, and yet he's gentle with me, almost tender.

His thrusts become more erratic, more urgent. I can feel the tension building in him, the way his breath comes in ragged gasps. I want to make him feel good, want him to let go, so I arch my back, pressing myself deeper against his hips. His cock hits my sweet spot, and he cries out, his body tense as he comes inside me.

He holds me close, his strength steadying me as I feel the aftershocks of his release. His hips slow, but he doesn't pull out. He leans in, kissing my neck, my jaw, my lips. His skin is warm against mine, and I can feel the softness of his hair against my cheek.

"You feel so good," he murmurs, his voice raspy with desire. "So tight, so hot." His hips begin to move again, the friction between us growing more intense with each thrust. He groans, the vibrations traveling up my spine and making my toes curl.

His fingers dance over my skin, tracing patterns that send shivers through my body. He finds my sensitive bundle of nerves, and his touch is electric. "God, I love how you respond to me," he whispers, his lips brushing against my ear.

I lean into his touch, my hips meeting his rhythm. The friction between us grows more intense, more demanding. I can feel myself growing wetter, hotter. His cock strokes my inner walls, finding that perfect spot that drives me wild.

He groans, his breath hot against my neck. "You're so fucking amazing," he whispers, his fingers digging into my hips. "I could feel you tighten around me, feel you get wetter." His hips thrust harder, faster, his cock hitting deep inside me with each thrust.

I was crying out his name as a shudder runs through me. His touch is so gentle, so tender, it's almost too much to bear. He finds my clit with his thumb, circling it expertly, driving me wild. I grip his shoulders, digging my nails into his skin as I feel the pressure building, the need growing more urgent.

"J-jake….. I'm close.." I manage to choke out, my body trembling under his touch. His thrusts grow faster, harder, each one pushing me closer to the edge. He leans down, capturing my mouth in a bruising kiss, his tongue thrusting deep inside. I can taste myself on him, feel the heat of our bodies as we move together.

He pulls back, watching me intently as his fingers continue to work their magic on my sensitive skin. His touch is so gentle, so knowing, and it sends waves of pleasure coursing through me. "Come for me, baby," he whispers, his voice rough with desire. "I want to feel you come on my cock."

That was my last straw. I came with a scream, my body arching off the bed as my orgasm took me, waves of pleasure rolling through me. Jake's name was torn from my lips as I convulsed around him, my muscles gripping his cock in time with my spasms.

He followed me over the edge, his body tensing as he cried out, his hips bucking wildly. His hot cum spilled inside me, filling me up as he came, his grip on my hips unyielding. For a moment, we were both suspended in time, our bodies still joined as we caught our breath.

The room was hazy with the scent of our sweat and the lingering traces of our pleasure. Jake rolled off me, collapsing onto his back beside me, his chest heaving. I traced a finger along the line of his jaw, admiring the play of muscles beneath his skin. "You're amazing," I whispered, kissing his neck.

He laughed, the sound husky and satisfied. "You're not so bad yourself." He propped himself up on one elbow, gazing down at me. "Now think of an excuse baby. What are you gonna tell 'em we were doing cause it's been more than 7 minutes."

"We were just… talking. Getting to know each other a little better."

Jake chuckled, "Do you wanna talk some more?"

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actual-changeling · 5 months

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Welcome back to Alex's unhinged meta corner, and today I have something surprisingly not kiss-related—though it is still about the final fifteen because hey, gotta keep the brand image.

I read this post by @goodoldfashionednightingale and began typing a small response. Then I made the mistake of drinking half a litre of coffee on an empty stomach right after taking my adhd meds and my brain began vibrating at the speed of light.

But oh, have I discovered parallels. This, my friends, is about the nightingale, where it comes from, what it means, and what the fuck happened in part 3 of 1941.

Ready? Let's go.

Now, as OP said in her post, s1e3 is important. In the script book, Neil himself says that these flashbacks are where the producers would tell him to cut scenes to save money. They suggested every single one—except for the one he ended up taking out, which was the bookshop opening scene set in 1800. The others are building blocks, you need them to see how their relationship progressed and what kind of important milestones they had.

(side note: author is very miffed that english does not have a separate subjunctive form like german which makes quoting lines way more confusing than it has to be)

The one I want to mention is neither 1941 nor 1967. No, what I want to talk about is 1601. This might be about to get a bit rambly but I will do my best to keep it tidy.

The focus of that flashback is on the Arrangement, yes, but it gives us a lot more information than that.

they both see Shakespeare's plays regularly, maybe even meet in the crowd

Crowley prefers the comedies

Aziraphale does not seem to have a preference, he enjoys the tragedies and presumably the comedies too

there is an oyster woman selling food -> reference to their meeting in Rome when Aziraphale tempted him to try some oysters

Aziraphale reflexively denies their relationship

Crowley might say he is not worried but circles Aziraphale the entire time, keeping watch

they both ask favours of each other and both agree to do them

What stands out to me in relation to what I am about to expand on is the line that Crowley delivers after Aziraphale's little 'buck up'—which Crowley finds adorable btw but that's a post for another time.

"Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety."

Why would he say that? What exactly is prompting this? WHY say that specific line?

At first I thought it might be to tempt Shakespeare because he does commit art theft by just copying that line down, BUT I think there is more to that. So much more, in fact. I am wiggling now because I am very excited about this and my adhd meds are kicking in anyway.

First things first: the line itself.

It appears in Shakespeare's play Antony and Cleopatra, a romantic tragedy, which was first performed in 1607 aka six years after this meeting. Enobarbus is talking about Cleopatra and describing why Antony won't leave her. Her.

Ccrowley uses his—again, who is he even talking about? Hamlet? Shakespeare? Random poetic quote?

No, I think this line is about Aziraphale and it's a code. Right after, the next line from Aziraphale is "What do you want?", meaning that this is their code phrase for 'I have a favour to ask of you'.

Age does not wither nor custom stale his infinite variety

Age will not affect his appearance nor will he ever become boring to Antony. Crowley, who later chooses the name Anthony for himself, tells Aziraphale, an immortal, that he will never age and that he will never grow bored of him.

It's flattery, pure and simple, and it's code at the same time. This establishes the important fact that they might use more of Shakespeare's work as code/already have a system in place (even though he steals Crowley's line for later).

They play their little morality game of back and forth, Aziraphale agrees, Crowley probably manipulates the coin toss, and THEN we find out that the oyster woman is called Juliet.

Why? What is the meaning of that? Why give her a name and that name in particular? Why bring the sexy oysters back into it?

Romeo and Juliet premiered in 1597, so it is safe to assume they have both seen it by 1601, but this is mostly for the audience, not for us-or is it?

Aziraphale gives Crowley puppy eyes until he agrees to make Hamlet popular, and while I don't think Juliet itself is a code word, although it's very interesting that the OYSTER woman is the one with that name (especially adding what we now know about Job), Romeo and Juliet might be.

Yes, the Nightingale song came out in 1940 but the bird has been around for much, much longer, and, as many probably know by now, also shows up in Romeo and Juliet.

This is where I am starting to vibrate at the speed of light because listen to me. Listen.

Crowley is Juliet. Anthony J. Crowley. Antony Juliet Crowley.

(side note: I'm not saying that Crowley chose it based on that—though I am not not saying that—but that it is a clue for us at the audience.)

Why do I think that? In the play, Romeo spends the night with Juliet and then goes to leave as the night begins to end. Juliet tries to stop him and tells him that the birds they are hearing aren't larks, which sing at dawn, but nightingales, which sing at night.

Who is the one always pushing for more? Crowley. He is the one trying to convince Aziraphale it's safe, they're safe to spend time together.

Romeo disagrees with Juliet and says 'I must be gone and live, or stay and die'.

Leave and stay alive, or stay and hell/heaven will punish us. It gets even better though.

We all know how Romeo and Juliet ends: Romeo thinks Juliet is dead, kills himself, Juliet finds him and then kills herself too.

Hey, do you know how Antony and Cleopatra ends?

Antony thinks Cleopatra is dead, kills himself and dies in her arms, then Cleopatra also kills herself—by snake poison; Romeo also died by poison.

The parallels are THERE. They are jumping down our throats! Two tragedies, two sides, several familiar names and phrases, same fear, same ending.

I think by now you can guess how this ties back to 1941.

We do not see how that night ends, but we know it ends. One of them wants to stretch it out, maybe even quotes Romeo and Juliet because look at the setting!

Candlelight, wonderful night they spend together, the threat of Crowley's early demise, and, to quote the play once more, this time Romeo: I have more care to stay than will to go.

Crowley thought it was his last night on earth and went with Aziraphale to his bookshop, to be with him, because he cares more about that than the fact that he will be dragged to hell come morning. Do you remember?

"Expect a legion to come for you first thing tomorrow" THAT is the threat. They have until dawn, just like Romeo and Juliet, which is why she is so desperate for the birds to be nightingales. Fortunately for them, Aziraphale saves the day, BUT there is NO SECURITY. They do not KNOW if a legion will still show up or not. If dawn is a deadline and they will need to fight.

Sure, they improved their chances, but who knows? Maybe they will come for him anyway, it's not like hell is all fair and square.

The best part: it gets even better.

Juliet eventually panics and tells him to go, and Romeo drops a line that huh, sounds oddly familiar, doesn't it?

'More light and light, more dark and dark our woes!'

Remind me, what does Aziraphale say again? Ah, yes. Perhaps there is something to be said for shades of grey.

There is more. Yes, even more. We know the whole rescue relies on a magic trick, a switch. Guess what Juliet yearns for while telling Romeo to go save himself?

Oh, now I would they had changed voices too. While they did not for Romeo and Juliet—they kiss and part—they did for our two. One fabulous switch and we're good.

(side note: Toads? Associated with hell. Larks? Associated with the dawn, yes, but also heaven since Romeo says 'Nor that is not the lark, whose notes do beat the vaulty heaven so high above our heads.')

So, this was a whole lot of information, let's see if I can summarize my thoughts.

I believe the nightingale is a code word that has existed even before 1941 and gained a lot of importance over the years. In 1941, the song is added to the meaning and whatever happened between the two that we have not seen yet, it fundamentally changed their relationship. Maybe they kissed, maybe one of them tried to convince the other to prolong the night but they parted on not-great terms.

The nightingale and the song become a symbol of hope, a goal to achieve, another uninterrupted night, maybe, or an uninterrupted life.

When they part in the final fifteen, it's morning. Crowley points at the sky and says "no nightingales", which at that point has several different layers to it.

No nightingales because their night is over, just like with Romeo and Juliet, and please, please allow me to add another detail, because I am frothing at the mouth over this. The scene I quoted, known as balcony scene, do you know what it is preceded by?

A ball.

Star-crossed lovers defying their sides, falling in love at a ball, getting a hurried, wonderful night together but torn apart by danger of punishment, the nightingale as a dream, as a wish for unhurried time together. Family rejection, torn apart by parents, willing to die for each other so they can reunite in death.

No nightingales. The ball, the romance, is over, their dancing is over, heaven is tearing them apart, and Aziraphale returns to heaven while they are both stuck in a pit of misunderstanding and miscommunication, all bound together by fear for each other.

The thing is, Crowley hates tragedies, he never liked the "gloomy ones", and he does not want them to end in one—luckily, this isn't the end. Yes, they kiss and part, but the play keeps going. We have an entire act 3 to fix what Romeo and Juliet couldn't, to ensure that this is a COMEDY, not a tragedy.

Both Antony & Cleopatra and Romeo & Juliet died out of fear, hurried into making bad decisions because they knew what would happen if their sides were to catch up with them.

Crowley and Aziraphale can reunite heaven and hell with love, not death. This is THEIR story and they are writing the ending. No more day and night, no more deadlines, no more hiding and sneaking about, no more fear of larks and sunshine.

Good Omens will end the way it began: In a garden with two no-longer-star-crossed lovers embracing the song of a lark as well as that of the nightingale.

I hope this made sense to everyone who was no present while my mind started to vibrate itself into a puddle because the thing is I can see Neil doing all of this completely on purpose.

Thoughts? Questions? Additions? Come and join me in my insanity and until next time I have a mental breakdown over this show (probably in like two hours).

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hitomisuzuya · 5 months

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eeek your reqs are finally open yippe!!

okok so housemate scara that likes to be js a little mean to reader for fun; and one day scara comes home a little upset and takes out his stress on reader by overstimming them for hours and bullying his cock nd some toys into them:3

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Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Sex toys. Degradation. Overstimulation.

He can take his frustration out on my like that anytime he wants 😳

People were shit. Scaramouche knew that. Just because he knew that didn't make it any less true. He had a good stress reliever at home, though. You and your cunt were the perfect stress ball for him to take his frustrations out on.

You whined in overstimulation, earning you a laugh as he thrust a purple ribbed vibrator inside your weeping cunt. You writhed on the bed, trying to close your legs, folding the sheets tightly into your hand.

"Aww, what's wrong? I told you to keep your pretty legs spread," He gave your clit a wet smack, leaving the toy to vibrate against your sweet spot as he pried your legs open, "or are you too fucked out to understand?"

Your hips jolted off the bed in a knee jerk reaction, crying out loudly. "Cum..wanna cum," You babbled, the ribs of the vibrator stretching your walls apart. His thumb swiped away a few tears that fell from your eyes.

The harder he pumped the vibrator in and out of you, the wetter you got. Scaramouche had ruined orgasm after orgasm just to see you squirm and beg. It made all the stress leave his body.

"Please, please," You moaned, rolling your hips up desperately into the toy.

Your pleas were making Scaramouche's cock ache. You needed him to make you cum. Your body was twitching with the need. "Be quiet, slut. I had a rough day," He hissed, bullying the toy inside your pussy all at once. "The only thing I want to hear from you is more begging," He left it resting against your sweet spot again, relishing in your pleasured cry.

Watching your toes curl as you bucked your hips up, he knew another orgasm was building. The way your expression crumbled when he abruptly removed the toy almost made him cum.

Scaramouche watched you pant and shake on the bed, shutting the toy off and tossing it aside. He stroked his cock to the sight of your weeping, abused hole clenching around nothing.

"Scara, your cock..please," You whined, reaching down with shaky fingers to rub your throbbing clit. You got little relief because he batted your hand away.

He gave your clit a few soothing rubs, making you moan in bliss. You were a vision, drooling and needy for him. He could barely take his eyes off of you as he reached over to grab a clit sucker. "Hold this on your clit while I fuck you dumb," He ordered, putting it in your hand and flipping you over onto your stomach.

Angling your hips up, Scaramouche smacked a hand across your ass. Your legs shook as you put the toy on your clit. You mewled, the stimulation of the toy making your eyes roll closed as jolts of pleasure curled through you.

"I have been waiting all day to fuck this tight cunt of yours," He groaned, hissing in pleasure as he pushed his cock inside of you. Hearing you cry in relief as you feebly pushed your hips back made him set a ruthless pace.

"Fuck, I am so deep," Scaramouche didn't hold himself back, his skin slapping against yours as he gripped your hips, occasionally squeezing and smacking your ass.

You could do nothing but lay there, your face buried in the pillows and drooling as he pounded his cock inside of you. Your shameless moans only drove his cock more accurately into your sweet spot.

The added stimulation of the toy on your clit made your walls clamp tighter around his cock. "Shit, you are suffocating my cock," He smacked your ass again, moaning as his cock throbbed between your walls.

You yelped in pleasure, making him laugh blissfully. He watched as his cock squelch in and out of your messy cunt. You nearly screamed one last cry of pleasure before your release gushed around his cock.

You sobbed in relief, clawing at the pillows, your body aching from the dull pain of overstimulation. His thrusts turned sloppy, continuing to pound his cock into your abused hole until his cum gobbed inside of you.

Scaramouche groaned in relief, putting his hand on yours to hold on the toy on your clit. He still had a little more frustration to work out as he fucked his cum back inside of you.

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enchantedflameandflower · 1 year

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Idea… so maybe Y/N is laying in bed with billy, and she’s lazily jerking him off while whispering dirty things in his ear. He’s kinda laying on your chest, head nuzzled into your neck and he grunts and groans, his hips bucking up as sweat beads down his hairy chest. You both are so caught up in the moment you don’t hear the door open.. Hughie. Hughie is standing in shock and Billy covers himself up, ashamed at the idea that he was seen somewhat vulnerable. Maybe some goofy stuff afterwards with Frenchie finding out and Y/N teasing Billy about it too. 🤭🤭 Ignore this if it’s too much!! ❤️

I can’t believe this took me so long!!! 😭 Life is rough, man. But thank the gods we at least have Billy. Please let me know what you think ❤️

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“Fuck. I’m too bloody tired for this.” Butcher half-stumbled to the bathroom, flicking the harsh light on and glowering at his reflection in the mirror.

“Oh, you’re not…I mean…you did….great.” Hughie stuttered. “Uh, thanks by the way. Thanks for that,” he gestured aimlessly. “Thanks for helping.”

Butcher turned to glare at Hughie instead through the open doorway.

“Aye, well I didn’t think it through.” Butcher splashed some water on his face then unbuttoned his bloody shirt, revealing a gash carved into his side.

“Fuck,” he growled.

“Fuck,” Hughie echoed, his voice pale with the dismay of seeing the wound.

Billy tossed his ruined shirt to the floor, reaching for the gauze in the cabinet, his eyes somehow dark and burning fire at the same time. “Next time you ask for help, we’re doin’ it my way, ya got that?”

“Got it,” Hughie muttered.

When Billy finished patching his side up, he flicked the light off, ignoring his shirt on the bathroom floor and stalking past Hughie without a second look. “I’m goin’ to bed.”

“Are you sure that’s a good idea? You - you might have a concussion. Or something”

Billy scowled. “I’m fine. You can check on me in the mornin’ to make sure I’m still alive.”

“Fine, fine,” Hughie sighed, but he didn't dare get in Butcher’s way.

…

It was late, or actually early - very early, when you got back to the safe house. Butcher was sleeping in the bed in his room - the one you’d been sharing on and off for a couple months now - but his brow was furrowed and you could tell he wasn’t sleeping peacefully. For a moment you couldn’t help yourself, and you stood quietly, watching him. You’d missed him more than you thought you would while you’d been away. All you wanted now was to be wrapped up in his arms and let the entire world fade away.

Carefully, you perched on the very edge of the bed, reaching out to touch his arm, hoping it was soft enough not to startle him. He shifted when your fingertips brushed his skin but he must have sensed you weren’t an enemy and he let himself wake up slowly.

Hey,” you murmured in the darkness.

As he moved again, turning toward you, the blankets slid down his chest and you noticed the gauze just under his rib cage on his side.

“You’re home,” he rumbled suddenly, gingerly trying to sit up then wincing. Your eyes flicked back to the bandage on his side.

“What happened?”

“You didn’t call. Been two weeks.”

You huffed and laughed softly, edging closer on the bed next to him. “You told me not to. You said it wasn’t safe.”

“Since when do ya listen to me.”

You rolled your eyes but you really did miss him, grumpiness and all. “I always listen…” you teased him and he grunted in reply.

For a moment he gazed at you and you could tell he must still be in pain but then he reached up to tug on your hair. “C’mere,” he rumbled, tangling his hand in the strands and pulling gently.

You hummed softly and obeyed, gingerly climbing over the top of him to your side of the bed and sliding down next to him.

“Miss me?” You whispered with a little half smile after a few minutes.

His reply was just another simple grunt but it was enough for you.

You leaned forward to kiss him, letting your lips brush teasingly over his before he slid his fingers deeper into your hair and captured your mouth completely. After all you’d been through together, you two had finally been seeing each other for a while now but with the time you’d been away, combined with the fact it was still fairly new, his touch made your stomach flutter and flip flop with sparkling anticipation.

When you slid your hand over his waist though he flinched and you remembered his injury. “Oh I’m sorry,” you breathed, pulling back from his kiss. “What really happened, are you okay?”

Butcher groaned, shifting to lay back against the pillows in a more comfortable position. “Hughie took me to track down some supe. Swore up and down it’d be a piece of cake, made me pinky swear to go easy, and then it all just went pear-shaped. Had to save him again.” Billy added grumpily.

You couldn’t help the quirk of your lips. “That sounds absolutely horrible,” you said in agreement, trying to hide a grin.

“It were,” he huffed.

“Maybe I can make it up to you, make you feel better?” You asked, letting your hand slip over his flat stomach underneath the blanket.

“Well, aye, that’s probably the only thing that would help,” he agreed, a mischievous twinkle coming to his eyes.

It only took you a second to find the start to the dark trail of hair below his belly button. He rumbled as your hand kept going, until your fingers brushed his rapidly swelling length.

“Like this?” You asked, watching his face as his eyes closed and he focused on what you were doing to him.

“Aye,” he breathed.

A moan almost slipped out of your own mouth when you wrapped your fingers fully around his thick cock. His skin was hot and he felt so good and, fuck, you wanted him too but you needed to do this for him.

He groaned when you began to move your hand and as you reached the tip he bucked helplessly into your palm. The blanket slipped down his muscled thighs when he moved and he tugged on the soft material pulling it away from his body completely.

Your mouth went dry at the sight of him, hot and hard and wanting you, making a soft little sound of need escape your throat.

“Sweethear’…” he rumbled, in that gravelly, husky voice. Reaching up he twisted his fingers in your hair, pulling your mouth to his again.

He kissed you like he needed to suck the air from your lungs to survive and it set your entire being on fire. His cock seemed to swell even more and you moaned into his kiss. You continued to stroke him lazily, all the way from the base to the head, rubbing your thumb across the tip as precum started to bead there.

You pulled back to watch and he groaned harshly, the sound of it going straight to your center. The dark room was warm and sweat started to form on his temples. One drop rolled down his neck to his chest and you lifted your other hand to rub your palm over the curly dark hair there. He groaned again, turning toward you to bury his face in the curve of your throat, nuzzling hotly, his fingers still tangled in your hair. “Your cock feels so good, Billy,” you whispered against the shell of his ear, making him moan again.

Just as you were starting to unbutton your shirt with the other hand, the door to the bedroom swung open with a bang and suddenly Hughie was standing right there staring at the two of you with wide, shocked eyes and his mouth hanging open.

“Oh fuck! I’m so - fuck - sorry… I thought - it sounded - fuck - sorry…”

You froze, completely unsure of what to do, your fingers still wrapped around Billy’s cock, but you had to let go as he surged up from his supine position. He grabbed all the blankets in one fist to cover his lap and you were glad you weren’t already naked yourself or you’d be fully on display for Hughie now.

“Hughie, I fuckin’ told ya you could check on me in the morning! What the fuck do you think you’re doin’?!” Butcher roared.

Hughie screwed his eyes shut and you almost had to laugh at the varied shades of horror written across his expression but you held it in.

“I didn’t know! I thought - you were hurt. I heard -“

“Just get the fuck out son and leave me be! I’m tryin’ to recover here,” Billy growled, his face flushed with fury.

“Sorry, sorry, okay, sorry” Hughie started backing toward the door then finally turned and bolted out into the main room, slamming it closed behind him.

“Fuckin’ twat,” Billy growled. You held your tongue as you climbed off the bed to lock the door.

“The kid can’t even let me have a shag in peace after nearly gettin’ me killed.”

He was really in a mood now and you had to bite your lip to keep from teasing him. He must hate to have one of the boys see him in such a vulnerable moment but you couldn’t help the swell of affection it made you feel for him.

You were worried about calming him down but when you turned back from the now locked door, his gaze was hot on you despite the scowl that was still on his face. Your shirt was half unbuttoned, slipping down your shoulder and there was nothing underneath. You were sure he could see the bare curve of your breast as his gaze lingered there. Maybe that could help turn the night back around again. As you took another step toward him, you tugged at the rest of your buttons and let your shirt fall to the floor.

It seemed to work.

His gaze was hot enough to burn straight through you and you saw him swallow thickly. “Let’s quit fuckin’ about now,” he finally said. He was frowning but his voice was gruff from need, even more so than before. He tossed the blankets away with a flick of his wrist. “Take the rest o’ your kit off, love, and come sit on my cock,” he husked. “Playtime is over.”

You felt the immediate, undeniable rush of heat and wetness as your body desperately prepared itself for him. “Aye, aye Captain,” you teased, but still your voice was noticeably breathless.

His eyes were glued to your form as you shimmied out of your jeans. He laid back on the bed as you climbed over him, carefully straddling his hips.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous,” he husked, his hands going to your hips, his gaze travelling over you, all the way up and back down. “Take me in, love.”

You bit your lower lip as your body throbbed in response and you guided his cock to your entrance. Slowly, you sunk down on him, relaxing your muscles as he stretched you open, taking him as deep as you could.

As soon as you started to move, he slid his hands up from your hips, and cupped and squeezed your breasts roughly, pinching your tight nipples and tugging.

The bite made pleasure surge through you and you clenched around his cock, almost coming from his subsequent growl, but you held back somehow, letting the heat grow more between you first.

He shifted like he was going to sit up but you held him down again, your palms against his broad shoulders to keep himself from making his injury worse and he growled in reply, his eyes flashing with passion and heated challenge.

Snaking his hand down your stomach, his fingers found your clit with practiced ease. And he knew exactly what it did to you. He knew it made you wild for him. You bounced on his cock, a little bit harder, a little faster, taking him as deep as you could, release just within reach. “Please Billy,” you whimpered, almost beyond words. “Oh…”

He thrust his hips up, and the perfect angle along with the perfect touch of his fingers made your climax come on fast and hard. You cried out as your body shuddered and squeezed around him. His hands went back to your hips, fingers digging into your soft skin as his own climax started to overtake him and he gave a low groan as he held your hips to his.

His gaze was so focused on you as he came, so full of passion and wonder and heat and genuine caring… It felt like your heart could burst.

The pleasure was nearly overwhelming and after a few moments you collapsed against his chest, his strong arms coming tight around you. Nothing had ever felt this good.

You couldn’t imagine anything in your life ever going right, but, fuck, you knew then you would fight like hell to hold on to this man.

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The next morning was blissfully calm and quiet and you sighed contentedly as you checked Billy’s bandage and found the wound healing well. Everything was perfect. Until Billy offered to make you coffee and bagels just before Frenchie emerged from his own room.

“Eh, Monsieur Charcutier…need a hand?”

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saetoru · 2 years

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#𝐆𝐈𝐑𝐋, 𝐘𝐎𝐔’𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐀 𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐁𝐄𝐑

☰ SYNOPSIS ⋮ gojo satoru has ruined your best friend’s life—and you’re about to make it a whole lot worse yourself ; part 2 here

— pairing ⋮ gojo satoru x reader

— length ⋮ 2.1k words

— contents ⋮ nsfw and 18+ content, fem! reader, mentions of betrayal (gojo is your best friend’s ex and you fuck him), (slight) mutual pining, toxic! gojo, lovesick! gojo, (slightly) mean! gojo, car sex, light choking, edging, unprotected sex, praise, creampie

— notes ⋮ this is for my soulmate @bxnten 's burn book collab <3 we r mean girls to everyone but each other hehe ily kitty cat <33

gojo satoru is a sleazy, backstabbing, knife-twisting, and heartbreaking asshole. he has little regard for others, doesn’t bother to ponder the weight of his actions, acts as though the world revolves around him, and you’re sick of him—or so you tell yourself.

he’s made your friend’s life hell, really. he’s made her cry, made her question her worth, made her sacrifice things she shouldn’t have to, made her so unhappy, that you can’t help but wish you could punch him in his (perfect) teeth. you tell yourself you’re sick of picking up phone calls that turn into hours worth of tearful rants, and you tell yourself you’re sick of being haunted by his cocky smirk as he shoots you a wink in the back of your mind. it’s how any good friend would feel—any good friend would look at him and wish he’d drop dead on the spot for all the times he’s fucked up.

but you suppose you’re not half as good of a friend as you once thought you were—maybe you’re not as fiercely loyal as you gave yourself credit for. because what kind of friend would be sprawled on the backseat of the ex’s car that they’re supposed to hate? what kind of a friend would cling desperately to the same man they’ve said probably has a small dick anyway, drunk on the drag of his cock? what kind of friend would ever think about getting with their friend’s ex—let alone actually do it?

you, apparently.

“that feel good, sweetheart?” he chuckles, hand wrapped around your throat, squeezing lightly. your head spins at the cut-off of oxygen, a shaky gasp falling off your lips as your stare up at him. gojo chuckles, loosening his grip, kissing away the stray tears on your cheek as you whimper at the shallow thrust of his hips. “you like when i do this, huh? like when i fuck you like this? bet you like me, don’t you?” he grins cheekily.

he’s an asshole.

a horrible, heartless, selfish, insensitive, and self-absorbed asshole. but his cock drags along your walls so good, the stretch making your mind fog and your back arch until your chests meet, your nipples brushing against his through the fabric and making you both groan.

“act like you hate me so bad, but i bet you were just mad, huh? are you mad i didn’t pick you first, is that it?” he pouts, squeezing your cheeks together and leaving you with no choice but to look at him as he presses his forehead to yours.

but you’re stubborn, you have been since you first met. you refuse to shake his hand when he first offers it, refuse to be on civil terms when he third wheels hangouts, and refuse to apologize first after any arguments that might stir. and you’re stubborn now too, closing your eyes to have some level of power of your own against him—but he only chuckles, bringing his hips to a stop and gritting his teeth as he feels the burn of his orgasm die down.

you whine, buck your hips, and open your eyes as you stare at him confused, “what the fuck? why’d you—”

“asked you a question, sweetheart,” he sneers, hand finding its way down to your clit, rubbing slow, agonizing circles that have you whining as your head tosses back.

“p-please, gojo—need it—”

“uh uh,” he drawls, that annoying, infuriating, and sickeningly smug little smile on his face as he looks down at you, “you gotta answer my question. then i’ll give you what you want,” he pats your cheek. “you wish i picked you, don’t you baby?”

“no,” you spit, glaring at him harshly, “you’re a fucking asshole. you don’t care about anyone’s feelings but your own, and you couldn’t love someone if your life depended on it. fucking dickhead—” you cut yourself off with a squeal when his fat tip slams into you all of a sudden, right against your spot, making your arms wrap tightly around his neck as your legs hook around his waist.

you’re clinging to him desperately by now, sobbing with every harsh roll of his hips, crying out every time his navel bumps along your clit and pulls you closer and closer to your orgasm. gojo’s jaw is clenched, his hands gripping your hips so tight, you almost think there’ll be bruises by the time he’s done. your slick and his pre cum leaves a messy ring at the base of his dick and a trail down the inner sides of your thighs, and maybe if he wasn’t so angry, he’d have made a cheeky comment about how wet you are.

“oh yeah, is that right? i don’t care about feelings? i can’t love someone?” he laughs, but there’s not a trace of amusement in his tone—it’s so condescending, so mean, you have to fight back tears. “you’re the best friend. i’m just an ex. wait till she finds out just how much you care,” he spits, venom lacing his tone as you gasp, shaky and just a little scared. it satisfies him maybe a tad bit too much. “i bet she’ll be thrilled to hear how lost on my cock you get, always beggin’ for more—aren’t you just a greedy little thing?”

“n-no,” you gasp, clutching onto his shirt tightly, fighting the wobble of your lips at the thought. “you can’t. you can’t! please, gojo, you can’t tell her, sh-she…she’ll never speak to me again a-and—”

“aw, don’t cry sweetheart,” he laughs, and his hips are slamming into your abused cunt mercilessly now, making your walls flutter around him as he lets out a low grunt, moaning against your ear—and he sounds so pretty, so sweet and divine and perfect, it makes your skin prickle with goosebumps.

you almost understand why it took your friend as long as it did to finally leave him.

“please, gojo,” you sniffle, teary eyes staring up at him pleadingly. it makes his heart jump, makes his heart ache a little deep in his chest.

because you’re wrong. he isn’t always an asshole, and he does care sometimes—in fact, he always cares when it’s about you. gojo satoru thinks he’d let the sun bleed out if he had to, as long as he has your smile to brighten his days for as long as he lives. because you’re wrong, he can love—and he loves you desperately.

he never wanted to fall in love with his girlfriend’s best friend. never wanted to be a shallow man with even shallower intentions, but who could hear your laugh and see your smile and not fall head over heels? it makes him mad—hurts deep in his chest and aches so bad, that he thinks you’re almost bad for his health. you don’t bat an eyelash at him, don’t even wanna be around him for longer than you have to be—and yet, he wants you by his side for longer than eternity. he can’t help but wish he met you first, can’t help but hate the universe for being so cruel, so heartless for making him find the one person he wants more than anything like this.

he wants you badly, and the worst part is even if you want him too, you’d never let yourself indulge in something as retched as a betrayal—even if technically, you already have the second his cock sank into you.

so he presses a gentle kiss between your brows, leaves a trail of kisses along your cheek and jaw, and he hovers over your lips. “i won’t tell,” he mumbles against them, making your breath hitch in shock, “won't say a word if you call me toru, yeah? jus’ say toru, just once, yeah? i gotta hear it.”

“promise?” you sniffle, “you promise you won’t tell?”

“promise,” he agrees with a nod, and he even holds out a pinky to seal the deal. a soft grin spreads across his lips when your own pinky hooks around his, the warmth of your touch, as small as it might be, lighting him up until he feels like his chest is pressed with the weight of the sun.

“kay,” you mumble, “need more, toru—please, gimme more,” you beg, and his name tastes so sweet rolling off your tongue, so saccharine it almost feels like it’s dripped with honey, trickling past your lips and rolling down your chin for him to kiss off. it makes your head spin that you never want to say gojo again now that you’ve gotten a taste of toru.

with a shaky exhale against your mouth at the sound of his name, he pulls you into a hungry kiss, desperate and needy and just a little starved. his cock is aching by now, throbbing in your dripping core, balls heavy and ready to release as he rolls his hips faster into you. his skin slaps against yours, the slick sound of his cock bullying into your wet cunt filling the small space of his car, his body towering over you in the cramped back seat. he lets his hand find the soft flesh of the back of your thigh, hoisting your leg over his shoulder as he angles himself deeper into you, letting out a strangled cry when your walls flutter around him tightly.

“fuck, that’s it—g-gonna be the death o’ me, sweetheart,” he grunts, “so good, takin’ me so well, yeah? so fuckin’ tight,” he rasps. his thumb finds your clit once more, rubbing harsh circles and watching entranced as tears spill past your lash line, staining your cheeks with a soft, wet glisten that makes his heart squeeze and his chest tighten. “god, you’re so perfect, so pretty. my pretty girl,” he coos, “my. pretty. girl,” each word is followed by a sharp thrust, and the slam of his tip against your sweet spot, and the way he sounds so possessive as he claims you as his makes your back arch and your nails dig into his skin through his shirt.

“toru, toru, ‘m close—please, ‘m so close—”

“i know, baby,” he pants, moaning into your neck as his head buries into the small space, breath fanning against your skin and making you shiver. “‘m close too, gonna cum—fuck, you’re gonna make me cum,” he whines.

“fuck—toru, toru, ‘m…‘m cumming,” you scream, your orgasm crashing over your body, making your arms wrap around him tightly as you cling to him and sob. your walls spasm around him erratically, the sound of your mewls as you cry his name pushing him into his own release.

his head digs into your shoulder, his body trembling over yours as he lets his hips slam into you sloppily, thick ribbons of cum painting your walls white as you feel his cock twitch with every rope.

“oh fuck, baby, that’s it—sh-shit, feels so good,” he pants, “g-god you’re somethin’ else, should’ve…should’ve picked you. it should’ve been you—god, i love you,” he babbles into your skin, too overwhelmed by the pleasure burning through his spine as he fucks you both through your highs to even realize the words he’s admitted or the way you stiffen in his arms.

he pulls out and stares at the mess between your legs for a moment, watching as his cum drips down your legs in thick streams. a small bit of pride bubbles up in his chest at the sight before he slumps his body over yours, head digging back into your neck and his lips pressing a soft kiss to your skin.

“we can’t keep doing this,” you mumble, but your hand still finds its way to his hair, stroking through the strands gently. it feels right, like this is how it was always supposed to be—like this is how it should be.

your words make his arms tighten around you, and gojo presses more weight against your body—like the more he presses into you, the longer he can spend in your arms.

“sure we can,” he says stubbornly, “i promised i won’t tell,” he insists, voice lilting into what you think is borderline desperate—desperate to keep you here, where you’re his, where it doesn’t matter if he found you first or if he found you last.

he found you, and that’s all he needs.

“but—”

“i won’t tell if you don’t,” he pleads, “you’re still mine, baby.”

and there’s a buzzing of your phone from the front seat, but you ignore it, letting your arms wrap tighter around his figure as you kiss the side of his head—and for a second, as bad of a friend as it might cause you to be, you think what someone doesn't know can’t possibly hurt them.

even if it makes you a backstabber.

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littledemondani · 6 months

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bestie can i get something abt fuckboy!eddie and shy!reader selling to you but you don’t have enough money if you catch my drift 😏

warnings: fuckboy!eddie, fem!reader, oral (m receiving), r buys weed from eddie, r is shy but not shy?, no use of y/n

you’re normally so put together. there’s never been anything or anyone that has ever caught you off guard. you’re so quick with witty comebacks and overall being the epitome of confidence. all of your friends pride you on it, while some wish they had even an ounce of your courage and lack of giving a shit about what anyone thinks of you.

so, when you meet eddie munson, the dealer your best friend suggested could hook you up with some weed while you’re home visiting family from college, you are taken aback by how quickly you fucking fold.

his charming smile, bright personality, and overall damn good looks rendered you fucking speechless. you’re a bundle of nerves, fidgeting in your seat and looking anywhere else but at him.

eddie finds it adorable. normally he’d be annoyed to hell and cut the deal off, but your soft eyes and voice captivate him.

“so, whaddaya say?” he asks, holding the baggie filled with weed out in front of him. “you good with twenty dollars?”

you stutter for a bit, having completely gotten lost in the warm brown of his eyes. “yeah, yeah, lemme just…”

you open up your wallet and visibly deflate when you notice how much is in there. fifteen, not enough to cover the full amount he’s willing to charge you. you mutter a low ‘fuck’ under your breath, but not nearly low enough.

“something wrong?” eddie presses, leaning forward slightly against the picnic table as he looks you up and down.

“i don’t have enough,” you say, tossing your wallet back into your purse. “i’m sorry. i thought i had way more in there.”

eddie takes a minute to respond. he’s mulling something over in his mind, rapping his fingers against the wood of the table as he does so.

“what if,” he says slowly and thoughtfully. “you can pay me another way?”

you pinch your brows together, clearly not understanding what he means. “wait, huh?”

“i’m saying…you don’t have to pay me with money, sweetheart,” he raises a brow at you, a hint of a smirk tugging on his lips.

then it hits you. the realization of the offer he’s giving you. you’d done that more times at school than you’d like to admit. but in those instances, it was always you who suggested blowing them, and what twenty-year-old college boy was gonna say no to that?

you just never expected yourself to be on the receiving end of that same offer.

“so what, i blow you, you give me the weed, and that’s that?” you ask, suddenly getting a sliver of your confidence back.

eddie studies you for a bit before grinning devilishly. he normally isn’t this straightforward when he sells. opting to keep it professional at all times but there’s something about you that makes him throw all of that out of the window.

“i think it’s a pretty fair trade,” he points out. “but if you’re not into that, then don’t worry about it. this is only if you want to. i’m not a sleaze ball like that.”

you stand and walk around the picnic table, trailing your fingertips along the old wood. you stop in front of him and sink to your knees, keeping your eyes on him.

“i think it’s pretty fair, too,” you say, rubbing your hands up his thighs to the bulge already formed.

he shifts and widens his legs a bit to make room for you, his eyes darkened with lust and anticipation.

you waste no time in undoing his belt buckle and pulling his jeans down just enough for his long, thick cock to spring free of its confines.

your mouth waters at the sight of it, throbbing and leaking at the fat tip. you dart your tongue to lick it up, moaning softly as you do so.

eddie groans at the feel of you, bringing his hand to grip onto your hair. his eyes roll back as you wrap your lips around the tip and suckle, bucking up towards you instinctively.

you slowly take more of him down your throat. you gag a little, though it only turns eddie on even more. he grips your hair tightly, and you can tell he’s trying to hold himself back from fully fucking your face.

once your gag reflex settles, you set a steady pace, swallowing around him.

eddie brings himself to look down at you. you’re already gazing at him, and he smiles.

“you’re so fucking pretty with my dick in your mouth, sweetheart,” he moans, rubbing his thumb along your cheek. “shit, i could get used to you like this.”

you bring your hand to his heavy balls, giving them a gentle squeeze before massaging them. eddie whines at your touch, tipping his head back as he curses.

“your mouth feels amazing,” he says, holding your head still so he can fuck into you. “goddamnit, i’m gonna cum. fuck, you’re too good.”

he thrusts a couple of times before his release overtakes him and he cums straight down your throat. he moans loud, shuddering a bit at the intensity of his orgasm.

when he finally lets go of you, you pull back and swallow the remnants of his cum.

“here,” he pants, reaching for the baggie to hand it to you. “a deal is a deal.”

“thanks,” you stand on shaky legs and take the bag from him, giving him a soft smile.

he tucks himself into his pants while you make your way back to the other side of the table to gather your things. you put the baggie inside your purse and fling the strap over your shoulder.

you take one last look at him, watching him as he takes hold of his black metal box. thoughts of wanting to see him again cross your mind, and before you could even stop yourself, you’re walking back over to him.

without saying anything, you reach for his hand and write down your name and phone number on his palm.

“see you around,” you tell him with a wink as you slowly back away from him to head back to your car. leaving him at a complete loss for words.

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prettiestlovergirl · 2 months

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Hello I love your blog 😭 could you do Mean!Rafe Cameron who’s “punishing” fem!reader by not touching her in any way but he really wants to fuck her so he fucks her thighs 😇

This is filthy I’m going in hell but okay

oh, anon, i love this request🤭 if you are going to hell, i am right there with you, baby! hope this lived up to your expectations. enjoy, my lovely! 𓆩♡𓆪

tw: MDNI; fem!reader; toxic/jealous/mean! rafe; degradation kink; thigh fucking; some impact play; teasing; orgasm denial; this is unedited, will probably come back and fix any errors later!

you were currently being punished by your boyfriend, rafe, and it wasn't even your fault! you'd just been giving this guy directions but rafe was convinced you were about to let him into your pants!

you tried to explain again n again but he wasn't having it, so now, not only was he not touching you, you weren't even allowed to touch yourself! it was pure torture!

today, however, rafe needed you. desperately. he couldn't just fuck you, though, because then you'd get the wrong idea and be an even bigger slut.

so he had to come up with this alternative, dragging you up into your bedroom, his rings digging into your hips, before shoving you onto the bed. your room was so perfect and pristine, he loved fucking you in here, absolutely wrecking your perfectly made bed.

"god, you're such a dirty fucking slut, walking around in these teeny fucking shorts, tempting me all fucking morning." he huffed. he made quick work of your shorts, tossing them somewhere in the room behind him.

he groaned instantly as he noticed the large wet spot on your panties. "fuck, so fucking wet, ruining your pretty little panties." he huffed, used his hands to hold your thighs apart.

he hooked his finger into your panties, lifting the already soaked fabric to the side, blowing so cold air against your skin and watching as your desperate cunt clenched around nothing and gushed with arousal.

"mm, fuck!" you squealed, leaning up on your elbows as you watched him between your thighs. it had been sososo long since he'd been down on his knees for you n you were desperate for him. "please, rafe..." you begged.

"quiet." rafe demanded, spanking your pussy with his rings still on, just to hear you squeal and whine out again. this was still a punishment, after all.

you whined out, hips bucking against him in slight shock as you pouted, but your pussy gushed with more wetness against his palm. "such a dirty whore." he chuckled, his voice deep and mocking.

he used his hand to move your wetness around, trailing your slick up and down your smooth thighs, smirking as he got them good and slippery.

after he was satisfied and you were a pile of whines, he pulled away and slid your panties back over your cunt. god, he loved the way your hips bucked when you lost contact. he just loved how fucking desperate you were for him.

he unzipped his jeans, quickly pulling his cock out. you were practically drooling as you watched him wrap his hand around his red, swollen cock.

he tugged it a few times, using his thumb to rub the leaking precum in while you continued to watch, your breathing heavy with desire.

rafe lifted your legs up, bending them up to your chest before pushing his cock through your pretty, plushy thighs with a relieved groan.

you couldn't look away, the view of his angry, swollen cock peeking out between your thighs made your toes curl and your mouth hang open.

he instantly started thrusting into your thighs, taunting and teasing you while his fingers dug into the fat of your ass. "fuck, look at you, you're ruining your fucking panties, aren't ya?" he teased while you gripped your bedsheets with a whine.

"fuck, rafe, please!" you moaned, bucking your hips up so he'd rut against your panty-covered pussy with each and every thrust, providing you with some much needed friction.

"such a needy fucking slut." he groaned, pinning you down to the bed more as he started to fuck into your thighs faster and faster.

your skin was just so fucking soft and wet, it took every ounce of his self-control to stay where he was. the irrational part of his brain wanted to just say fuck it and bury himself into your dripping cunt despite your punishment.

"fuck, please, rafe, need you to fuck me! i'll be such a good good girl, please!" you moaned, continuing to buck your hips up against him and relishing in the friction.

your please brought him back, reminding him why he had to punish you like this. you had been such a desperate slut! i mean, you were practically whoring yourself out to a fucking stranger, right in front of him!

"this is your punishment, baby. you fucking deserve this, be grateful i'm even doing this for you." he grunted, as if he wasn't burying himself between your thighs entirely for his own satisfaction.

"please, please, 'm so sorry! please, just wanna cum so bad, please!" you begged, your pretty lashes fluttering as desperate tears welled up in your eyes and his thrusts just got faster.

"fine, i'll think about it." he relented, grunting more as he gave you a wicked, cocky smirk while he squished your thighs together even more. he loved seeing how fucking pathetic you looked like this.

he continued to fuck your thighs, purely chasing his own high and leaving you to rut your hips up in order to gain any sort of friction or pleasure for yourself.

he used you like his own personal fuck toy, his grip bruising until he finally came with one last thrust. he coated your stomach and thighs in ropes n ropes of his sticky white cum.

you looked up at him with a louder whine, still rutting against him as he stopped his thrusts, silently begging him to take pity on you and relieve the ache in your throbbing pussy.

"y'know, i thought about it but... i really just don't think you've earned it."

ᵈⁱᵛⁱᵈᵉʳ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵇʸ @ᵐᵘʳᵘᶠᶠⁱⁿ

#☆lola writes !#rafe cameron #rafe imagine #rafe cameron smut #rafe cameron x reader #rafe cameron imagine #rafe cameron x you #obx smut #rafe obx #rafe outer banks #rafe cameron fanfiction #outer banks smut #rafe smut #rafe x reader #rafe fanfiction #☆ lola's requests !

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l3viat8an · 10 months

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my feed has just been reminding thoroughly about levi having two dicks and just. dp anyone? asdfghjkl i like vividly imagined it earlier

- 🍵💕

Nsfw content MDNI

Ehehhehehe using this as an excuse to post my brainrot cuz I’ve been thinking about this so hard 😩 ‘n to hopefully make this make a little bit more sense- Levi has two cocks one on top of the other ;)

Cockwarming Levi while he games, but!!! It’s the first time you’ve done it with both of his cocks inside you.

Usually you’d sit with the top inside you and jerk his bottom cock off, it was fun and Levi knew the rules. If he could win his game with you on his lap, doing whatever you wanted…after he could do whatever he wanted to you~ if he lost the game?…well he didn’t get to cum. Simple enough.

But this time is different, you’ve got both of his cocks inside you and you just can’t hold still, you feel so full and keep shifting your hips / grinding into his cocks for some kind of relief and it was not so slowly driving Levi crazy.

“MC….you- you have to hold still….I can’t f-focus….” Levi whines through his teeth after he mutes his mic. And really you were trying your best! It’s just so hard to do when your brain is slowly turning to mush from this sheer amount of cock(s) inside of you.

Whining right back “I am holding still….I just can’t help it….”

“Shit…” Levi says before turning his mic back on and saying “I’ll be right back guys.” moving even faster to mute his mic again and toss his headset to the side, Levi’s hands gripping your hips so tightly you’ll definitely have little bruises tomorrow-

Your head tipped back onto Levi’s shoulder as he slowly starts to rut himself into you, shallow thrusts allowing the tips of his cocks to nudge against you just right.

“o-oh f-fuck-so tight.” Levi moans right by your ear adjusting his grip on your hips, sliding you up, almost all the way off of his cocks and practically slamming you back down.

You let out a soft sob and Levi repeats the movement a few times before he’s moaning your name mixed with little gasps of “C-close- s-shit…” your little gasp of “me too…please don’t stop Lev…” I mean really how could you not be close with two monster dicks pounding into you?-

Your moans seemed to be all Levi needed to hear as he bucks his hips harder into yours, moaning your name louder as you feel ropes of warm cum filling you up and pushing you straight into your own orgasm.

Your hips rolling back against Levi’s as he whines at the sight overstimulation of you riding out your orgasm.

Your chests heaved in sync as you caught your breaths from your quick fuck.

Levi presses a few soft kisses to your cheeks and nose right before mumbling something about cleaning up quick, reaching for the box of tissues he keeps in one of the drawers on his desk and how he has to get back to his game….oh right, you almost forgot he was in the middle of game, but thank goodness his mic was off- Right?-

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lunascalamity · 1 year

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Hey hi!! I LOVE your writing sm and I'd love to request!! Maybe a needy Midoriya or Denki fic? (If you're comfortable I saw you write for shoto but I dunno if that means for all mha characters) Either way if you write this or not I CAN'T WAIT TO SEE MORE OF YOUR WRITING <3

Possibly 🦢 anon?

Warnings: dom! reader, no gendered pronouns used, hand job, blow job, implied nipple play, slight marking if you squint, and I believe that is all

A/n: Hi 🦢anon! Tysm for the feedback! I’m glad you like my writing ♥︎ I was planning on writing for both of them but then it ended up being too long, so I’ll write for denki another time ^^. Also, I assumed you meant nsfw. If not, feel free to request again.

You were laying down next to izuku, scrolling through various social media apps, while he does the same. It was a comfortable atmosphere where you guys didn’t have to talk just to spend time together.

After a while, he started inching closer and closer to you. Assuming he just wanted to cuddle, you laid his head down on your chest, hugging him closer. He started stealing quick glances at you through the reflection on your phone, hugging you tighter, shifting around a bit. You chuckle as you set your phone down to give your boyfriend some more attention.

You tickle him a little, laughing together before you pull him in to cuddle again. He smiles and kisses your lips, pulling away with a slight haze over his eyes before leaning back in to place a longer one. His legs that are intertwined with yours get tighter, pulling you closer. You try and break away from the kiss, but his arms wrap around your neck stoping you.

You tap his arm and he pulls away, blinking up at you wondering why you stopped. “I need to breathe, no?” you chuckle. His cheeks flush as he avoids eye contact with you.

“Y/n…can we…maybedoitagain?” he says, quickly hiding his face in the crook of your neck.

“Do what?” you ask, carding your finger through his hair.

“Yknow…the thing we did last time.”

You quirk your brow, confused at his sudden behavior, “We do a lot of things izu be more specific.”

“You’re really going to make me say it?” It’s at this point you realize why he’s been more clingy than usual. It has been a couple days since you’ve last touched izuku. You guys only recently started getting more intimate, so you wanted to take it a bit slow.

You smirk and purposely press your knee, that’s in between his legs, closer to his heat, not enough to touch him, but enough to make him want to lean closer. “Izuuu, ‘m not a mind reader you know?~”

He whines and tilts his head, angling it closer to your ear and whispers, “I want you to make me feel good, please…” Your body heats up at his words, pressing your knee up to apply pressure onto his cock. He sucks air into his teeth and bucks his hip onto your thigh, your hands landing on his hips to help him move. “And, what is it that you want, hmm?”

“Anything mm- please anything, please?” He’s so polite even when you tease him, how cute. You untangle izuku from your body and sit against the headboard, motioning for him to sit on your lap. He straddles you instantly, wrapping your hands around his waist as he kisses you with fever. The kiss quickly gets messy as he desperately tries to keep up with the pace of your tongue. You part, kissing his jawline and down his neck before finally taking his shirt off.

You lean him back a bit, kissing his collarbones and chest. His mewls fill the room as he grinds down on your lap to seek more friction. You part from him and hook your fingers on the band of his shorts and underwear, sliding them off with his help.

After he repositions himself, he tugs on your shirt, looking at you expectedly. “Hmm? Want me to take my shirt off?” He nods honestly. You smile at his cute behavior and toss your shirt to the side.

You slide your hands on his sides before moving them to his slick cock. “You’re so wet izu, how long have you been waiting for this hmm?”

Izu stutters as your finger slides across his slit, “Been th-inking about it all week.” You meet his eyes and beginning stroking his length slowly. “MpfFF- HAH too much too much!!” He grabs your arm stopping you, letting you readjust your grip before continuing.

Izuku holds onto your shoulders for support as he struggles to fuck up into your hand. You quicken your pace, easing the pressure as you reach the tip. Izuku throws his head back as he mewls, feeling the pressure build up quickly. “I’m close, I’m so close~” You remove your hand just as he was reaching his peak and a loud whine escapes his lips as you push him down onto his back. You leave kisses down his torso before quickly licking a stripe from his sack to the tip, making his thighs shiver.

Your head dips down to take his still sensitive length into your mouth, stroking the bottom with one hand while the other is holding his hips down. “Fuckk oh my god please.”

“Breathe, izu, breathe. It’ll feel so much better. Just let it go.” He takes deep breaths, trying to relax as you continue with your sucking. You watch as his stomach tightens and tears are prickling in his eyes, jagged breathing filling your ears as you take him in full. Choked moans and whimpers echo in the room, his orgasm catching him by surprise. His back arches and eyes roll back, cum filling your mouth as you suck it all up.

As you wait for izuku to catch his breath, you rub smooth circles on his thighs to help him calm down. “Are you alright?”

“Yes, more than alright, it was great, thank you.” He rambles as you chuckle and kiss his forehead.

“Then let’s take a bath, shall we?”

So slay so mwah ugh I love him 😔 hopefully i wrote him correctly, thanks again 🦢♥︎

#dom reader #dom!reader #fem reader #gender neautral reader #sub character #sub!character #sub mha #sub bnha #sub izuku #izuku x y/n #izuku x you #izuku x reader #midoriya smut #izuku smut #mha smut #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #is that enough tags?

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skeletalgoats · 7 months

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Could I request for a !sub! Horangi x !Dom! Reader? Here me out :3

Horangi was acting too cocky on how he would be better in bed than you.

He obviously ment it as a joke but you took it a bit too seriously..

Then there he was.

Legs wide open as he whimpered, moaned and whine as you were there inbetween his legs teasing him using your fingers

Adding a finger after another,

As he begged you countless times to cum.

"Better than me?"

Summary: Horangi teased you constantly about how he would be way better than you in bed, but he quickly regretted those words when you had enough

Pairings: Horangi x GN!reader

Warnings: Blowjob, handjob, edging, masturbation, and you being a dick 😒

A/N: I am so sorry this took so long I was distracted with trying to work on some male reader fics 😭 also I decided to give Horangi some Y/N energy because I was in a goofy mood and needed to giggle at something ;P ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~♡♡♡~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

He really only meant it as a joke.

"Please...please I'm sorry I'm sorry...I didn't mean it..."

But you most definitely didn't take it as one.

Earlier today, Horangi began teasing you about how he would be so much better in bed than you are.

"You probably couldn't even make me cum once~"

"I could have you screaming my name in seconds~"

"Maybe you're just upset that I can easily draw such noises out of your pretty lips~"

But now there he was, his hands tied to his back with his legs forced wide open for you, as he made all sorts of desperate noises for you.

He would whimper, moan, groan, and let out little gasps and squeaks while you ran you tongue over his throbbing, red, and sensitive cock.

"Please...I take it back...Let me cum please I swear I'll be good for you, I-I swear...please"

He begged, but immediately stopped once you took all of him into your mouth, gliding your head up and down.

"Oh, fuck! Please...." He whimpered, throwing his head back.

He loved the feeling of your hot, wet mouth around his shaft.

"I-I'm gonna cum...I'm gonna cum!"

"Horangi, don't you dare cum yet.Don't you DARE."

But it was too late.

"Please....Please no I'm sorry I didn't mean to..I-I swear it was an accident-"

"Shut up." You interrupted him as you grabbed him and tossed him back onto the bed.

You heard a desperate whimper coming from him, pleading that you don't do whatever you're about to do, but you didn't care.You wanted him to learn his lesson.

You grabbed his dick, and started to jack him off at a fast pace.In return for this action you got Horangi bucking his hips up, whimpering.

"Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck please please please...~"

Soon he was close.Really close.

Just as he's about to cum, you let go, watching him cry out as he realizes that his release isn't gonna come easy.

"no no no why would you do that?!"

Tears were streaming down his face.He was sobbing.He was desperate.Very desperate.But then again, he basically asked for this, so that's his fault.

You grabbed his dick again, and just like before, didn't let him cum.

Over and over again, you did the same thing.You grabbed his cock, stroked it until he was close, but never let him cum.

Until he couldn't take it anymore.

He with a scream, Horangi kicked you back and snapped the ropes that tied him back.

"I can't do this I need it!I need it so fucking bad!"

And with that, you watched as he grabbed his own cock and jerked himself off, followed up by whimpers and moans leaving his lips.

He was on his back, legs spread out infront of you while his hands glided up and down around his dick fast.It was one of the most pornographic things you have ever seen before.

Within a couple of moments, Horangi cums the hardest he ever has.His semen spurts out from the air to his own stomach.

"Oh fuck yeah, that felt good..."

You said nothing, you sat there speechless from what you just saw.

Horangi may not have realized it, but it turns out he still managed to find a way to leave you unsatisfied and flustered, even when he's unaware of his surroundings and what he's doing.

#call of duty #cod mw2 #kim horangi hong jin #horangi x you #horangi smut #horangi x reader #horangi cod #gn reader #gender neutral reader

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miss-starlet · 8 months

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♡Pet Play W/ Channie♡

(Photo found on Pinterest)

Pet Play Headcanons for Channie (giving & receiving)

Note: Trying to follow the poll results, so next up should be Minho (Lee Know).

Warnings: Light Degradation (Receiving part), Punishments (Giving & Receiving part), Thigh Humping (Receiving part), fingering (Giving part), feet?(Receiving part), Collars (Receiving & Giving part)

Word Count: 800+

18+MDNI

Puppy Channie (Receiving):

♡ He is a good boy through and through! Very obedient and he just loves (more like gets off on) being praised by you. Hardly ever has to be punished.

♡ When he does need a punishment, a good spanking will do. He takes it so well. He doesn't whine about it, and tries his hardest not to squirm in your hold. Make sure to praise him for taking it all so well.

♡ He loves playing with you and his squeak toys. Toss them across the room, and he'll eagerly scamper on all fours to catch them. Once he's got the toy, he'll drop it in your lap, looking up at you with those big puppy eyes. He might even rub his head and those cute dog ears against your inner thighs, seeking pets and attention.

♡ He’d act all blushy and embarrassed when you finally play with him. Makes the cutest sounds when pinch his nipples (poor baby's chest is sensitive) or when you lick his tip.

♡ Unlike some of the other members, Channie would only want one collar. He loves how it's the symbol of your ownership over him.

♡ When he sits in your lap, he can't stop himself from rutting on your thigh (even when he knows he will be punished for it). The poor baby just can't help himself :( Your soft skin feels so good on his cock, and he always cums the hardest when you degrade him for being such a dirty mutt in heat.

~♡~

"Channie, my little puppy" You coo out. In a second, Chan runs into the room and drops down on his knees. His hands coming up.

He slightly pouted, rubbing his head against your thighs. "What is it puppy? You asked, gently petting Chan's curly hair.

"I-I want," he whines out.

"Want what baby?" Your foot presses down on his bulge softly. Chan head come forward to rest onto your legs, panting loud."You, n-need you."

"Yeah? My puppy needs me?" You slowly press your foot down harder. Chans nods, his eyes close and hips buck, wanting more.

"Be a good boy and open your mouth for me." He opens his mouth, placing two of your fingers in his mouth. You pressed them down on his tongue. His eyes closed, covering your hand and his chin in drool.

"Good boy."

Owner Chan (Giving):

♡ Not the biggest fan of titles such as master or owner. He likes it better when you call him sir or daddy. However if you do call him owner when he is in a mean mood 😏

♡ The way this man loves to make soft cooing noises when you do anything he likes. He finds his pet so cute! For instance when he asks you to come get your treat and you take his cock in your mouth all so well, he will coo out "such a good pet, doing so good for me."

♡ He isn't strict, and only has a few rules he wants you to follow. Some of them are make sure you are taking care of yourself and staying healthy. A big softie with you when you follow all of his rules.

♡ He has bought you two collars. One is a day collar that he likes you to wear on days you are out of the house (If you are comfy of course!). The other collar is the one you wear when it's just you and him. He loves the symbol both of them have.

♡ The punishments he gives you depend on what rules you broke. If it's more serious, like playing without his permission, he will make you cum over and over again, bc y'know better then him. If you wanted to cum so bad, then you can, and you will keep cumming until he thinks you had enough. But please be good for him, he just wants to spoil you and treat you softly.

~♡~

Chan had a rough day at work and he just wanted to go home and play with his little pet. In-between his meeting he sent you a message that he wanted you dolled up for him by the time he got home.

When he walked into the bedroom, he sees you exactly the way he wanted you; sitting on the bed, starked naked, and all dolled up for him. The thin leather collar adorning your neck, with soft ears sitting on top of your head. He just couldn't help but coo at you, you were too cute!

"Such a cute bunny, you are going to be good for daddy right?"

The floppy bunny ears moved as you move your head moved up and down nodding. Dropping to his knees, he grabs your thighs, pushing them open. Trailing kisses up them, starting from your knee and moving up so close to were you want him, before flipping you over.

You gasped eyes widening from being manhandled. You turn your head to the side to look at him. "Please, daddy"

"Don't worry, daddy's got you bunny." Chan said as he sticks his index and middle finger in you. You moan softly, grinding down on his fingers. He starts to move them slow before working them to a fast pace.

Once you moan out for more, he slows them down to add to your pleasure by adding another finger and slightly curl them.

"Yeah, daddy's got you pet."

#skz smut #stray kids hard hours #stray kids hard thoughts #stray kids smut #bang chan smut #chan smut #sub stray kids #sub skz #bang chan x reader #bang chan hard thoughts #sub bang chan

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qqueenofhades · 9 months

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JSYK the OP of the Crab Day post is a self-identified conservative Christian. Can't speak to anything she may have done or said, but I do know that Crab Day wouldn't actually fix Tumblr - the site is running a 30mil *deficit,* which is different from debt. All Crab Day would do would be telling staff that their current policies get users to send them more money, which doesn't actually change anything. Corporations change only when their business strategy is losing the shareholders money.

Gotta be honest, my friend, I'm... not sure what you're trying to do here? Warn me that the original post was made by a Problematic Person (tm) and therefore that must mean it's all wrong, or.... what?

We know that Tumblr badly needs money, because they have told us that and openly admitted that the unpopular new changes were spurred by a need for increasing revenue. I logged on just now on desktop and got a suggestion that I could purchase an ad-free browsing subscription to help support the hellsite (which is the word they used, because they have very much embraced the joke). I have in fact already bought an ad-free subscription, both because I like the product Tumblr provides and want to keep using it in its current form, and because it makes my mobile experience immeasurably nicer. I am well aware that especially in this era of social media sites dropping like flies, the continued existence of a platform that is 30-million-dollars underwater (however you want to split hairs about exactly how) is not a guarantee. And we all complain about Tumblr, but we have all been here a long time (me, uh, over 10 years), we have a solid community, there's no other alternative that's really ever come up or gotten the same kind of uptake, and if it went under, we would be uh, screwed.

Tumblr is kind of a mess, it's the antithesis of every social media site, and it doesn't (for now) have the crap that makes The Artist Formerly Known As Twitter, Facebook, and Instagram so utterly unusable, or if it does, you can (mostly) turn it off. That's why we all like it and why, even if we are resolutely anti-capitalist gremlins who resist being marketed to with every fiber of our being, it doesn't change the fact that servers, staff, and all the rest cost real human-people money which the site, by their own frank admission, is struggling to raise. Even if staff does often make crappy updates, they generally at least TRY to listen to us and include a feature to make it optional or roll it back, unlike certain unnamed idiot billionaires. Their mockery of other social media sites can sometimes be a little much, but for now, Tumblr is pretty much the last place on the internet that does what it does, and I like it that way. If it went under and took my blog of 10+ years and all my friends with it, I would be incredibly sad.

That being the case, and basic financial realities being what they are, encouraging people to toss a few bucks at a TOTALLY OPTIONAL and fun gimmick that increases functionality for a product we like is actually not a bad thing. TumblrMart has crabs, checkmarks, Ea-Nasir merchandise (seriously), ad-free browsing, etc., and if our choice is voluntarily supporting the site through fun (and again, OPTIONAL) purchases versus having us all be involuntarily subject to some horrible data-scraping mechanism or forced off altogether because they couldn't keep the lights on, that is fine with me. Nobody is making anybody do or buy anything. But if you like the product Tumblr provides and want a fun material way to show your appreciation, then I don't think it's some Great Transgression to participate in that.

#temperedknight #ask #crab day

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rootbeerworshiper · 3 months

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Normal (part 4)

pairing: fem!character + matt sturniolo

summery: Abigail and Matt have been best friends for years and practically grew up together. the two hiding their feelings for one another, until one stupid drunken dare changes things.

warnings: smuttttt, fem!recieving, switch characters lowkey, swearing as always, drinking alcohol

this took so long for literally no reason but i had sm fun writing it so i hope you enjoy reading!!

pt1 pt2 pt3

love, sienna

flashback!!

“Matty come here!” i yell as i run towards the swings. it was a beautiful August day in Somerville and me, Matt, Chris, Nick, and Nate just entered the local park after buying slurpees.

Matt follows close behind “wait up!” he yells out as i continue running, slurpee still in hand, a blue tint on his lips.

the other three walk further behind, a little less eager to go on the swings. “how much would you bet they get together?” Nick asks his youngest brother, motioning to Matt and i now on the swings together.

Chris thinks for a moment. “honestly, i don’t know if Matt will ever man up, bro puts himself in the friend zone” he laughs, taking another sip of his cherry slurpee.

“true, look at them” Nick gestures once more to us on the swings, our swings now linked together so we can swing at the same time. “so incredibly hopeless” they continue walking towards us

Nate speaks up after practically chugging his slurpee “one hundred bucks they start dating before we’re 25”

“easy money, my man Matt isn’t confessing till he’s on his death bed” the two shake on it, making Nick laugh, no one expecting this bet to come into play later in life.

end of flashback!!

the thing about the friend group is that when Abigail confessed her feelings for Matt, Nick immediately told Chris, not being able to keep the information to himself. The two of them were also aware that their brother reciprocated the feelings, even if he didn’t flat out say it until later in life.

this is why both boys are very aware of the awkward dynamic that has infiltrated the group, just neither of them knew fully why.

i get in my car and sigh as my phone connects to bluetooth. i had no reason to be stressed, me and Matt are technically on good terms, but i can’t help but regret my past actions.

if i had known he was into me i would have said something, and he probably thought the same thing.

it’s a weird feeling, thinking about what we could have been. what we could be.

i hate knowing that he moved on, that i missed my one chance. it’s silly, i mean i was in high school, we probably would have had a cringey breakup and gone back to being friends or something.

but i can’t help but mourn what would’ve been, what would’ve been my life if i hadn’t kissed some random guy at winter formal.

if i had just said something. if i had-

i have to stop. it’s torture knowing that he liked me at one point, but there’s no going back now, and things aren’t normal anymore.

i press my playlist, opting for happier songs to cheer me up from my now hopeless mood. it’s not a long drive to the triplets house, we made sure of that when we first moved to LA.

when i do finally arrive, i push down the never ending thoughts of Matt and get out of my car.

i don’t bother knocking, i just walk right in and take my shoes off, something the triplets don’t do that drives me insane.

i see Nick first which i’m grateful for, his smile always helps distract me. based on the way it turns into a slight look of pity i can tell he knows somethings wrong with me but before he can ask Chris yells. “Abigail do you want a root beer or a pepsi”

i shake my head, smiling again. “when the fuck have i ever wanted pepsi?” i reply back, Matt still no where to be seen. Chris tosses me a root beer and joins me and Nick in the living room, cracking open his second pepsi of the day.

the three of us talk as if everything’s normal, although i can tell they both know that things are not normal. eventually Matt joins us and although it’s incredibly awkward, i missed talking to him.

“wait your guys’ warehouse has a hot tub right?” i ask, we had been talking for a while but the combination of little sleep and bad posture was catching up to me and my back hurts like a bitch.

“oh shit you’re so real for that” Nick replies, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes.

Chris literally beams “fuck yeah i love the hot tub i’ve been craving it so much recently” this just causes Matt to roll his eyes.

“you’re always craving the hot tub dumbass” he says, leaning back down into the couch.

“fuck you Matt stop being tough” Chris replies, now standing up. “i’m gonna get dressed and ignore Matt’s negativity” he jokes, now walking downstairs.

“he’s so over dramatic i love it” i laugh, now also standing up.

“see! it’s not just me who thinks that” Matt laughs along, sloping my arm jokingly but letting it linger for a moment longer than normal before taking it off and looking back to his brothers.

“Abi is your bathing suit still here?” Nick asks me, completely ignoring the interaction Matt and i just had, maybe it’s all in my head.

i nod and begin to walk to Nicks room where i had left said bathing suit a few weeks ago.

i put it on in the bathroom and look at myself in the mirror for a moment. it’s rare that i feel attractive, especially in such little clothing, but here i am, actually happy for once with what looks back at me in the mirror.

i walk back downstairs and meet with Chris in the kitchen, now wearing some old t-shirt that Matt gave me in high school over my swimsuit. “you drinking?” i ask Chris as he grabs coolers out of the fridge.

“what does it look like i’m doing?” he says annoyingly, sometimes it’s hard to resist punching him when he says stupid shit like that.

“okay fuck you, give me some” he hands me three coolers which a carry slightly awkwardly before setting them down momentarily. “is Matt driving?”

“no we’re gonna walk” Matt says, exiting his room, now bare chested as he has yet to put a shirt on. i haven’t seen him like this in a while and woah.

Chris slaps me on the arm which i pretend to not notice as Nick walks down the stairs. “we ready to go?” he asks

we all agree and put our drinks into one of my tote bags, all while i try my best to pretend that matt’s tattoos don’t cause me to squeeze my thighs together.

it’s a short walk to the warehouse but it’s peaceful.

the streets are lit purely from street lamps and the wind from earlier has died down. this is my favourite part about summer, when it’s not too hot but just warm enough to just be wearing a a bathing suit and one large tee shirt.

i go to look at matt again almost subconsciously, just to see that his eyes were already in my direction.

when i catch him looking he snaps out of it and rejoins the conversation his brothers were having in front of him as if everything was normal.

soon enough we make it to the warehouse and opt for just walking around the side gate straight into the backyard.

i’m the first to make it to the hot tub, clearly the most eager to go inside because i open it and immediately slip my shirt off.

i feel eyes on me but i ignore it, i can’t look back, not when i think that Matt’s behind me looking at my ass.

Chris grabs the speaker and starts playing his own music which causes me to roll my eyes slightly. don’t get me wrong he has the occasional song i like but i’d way rather listen to Matt or Nicks music.

i grab my first drink of the night out of my bag and step into the hot tub. “fuck i needed this so bad” i sigh, fully sitting in the warm water and closing my eyes. “i’m so grateful for all the 13 year olds that make you rich so that i can get the benefits of it”

the boys all laugh momentarily. “i should record you and put it on a tea page, just expose you to all the fans” Matt jokes, now sitting next to me in the hot tub with his own drink in hand.

i giggle and take a sip of my drink. “okay miss julia earnst”

at this point Chris is pissing himself laughing, slapping Nick on the arm as he folds. “holy fuck Abi you just do it every time” he wipes his eyes as if he was crying “we need to get you in a video for real”

“i agree the fans would love you” Nick agrees, a smile still plastered on his face.

i’ve thought about it before, and this isn’t the first time they’ve suggested me going back on their youtube channel but honestly there’s nothing i’d hate more. “being on the channel was fine when y’all had like 20k but no way can i face six million girls who all think they’re competing with me for one of you”

Matt listens to me intently before adding. “it would be a little funny though, the dating rumours and shit” he laughs as if that’s the most outlandish thing ever, like us dating is a funny concept. i try to focus on the drink in my hand and not on the boy next to me.

“what’s weird to me is that no one knows we’re still friends with you, i keep seeing posts saying they miss when we were friends with you like” Nick furrows his eyebrows and turns his head slightly for dramatic effect.

i grab my second drink and immediately start sipping on it, i needed to de stress and getting drunk in a hot tub was very tempting.

we all take for another hour, saying outlandish things and constantly bickering and then immediately making up again. it’s the dynamic that i’ve grown fond of.

at this point i’m 4 drinks in and considering my low tolerance, i feel great. unfortunately though, Chris and Nick decide to go home, something about needing to do something for content or whatever but they encourage me and Matt to stay.

i’m not in my right mind right now, normally the idea of being alone with Matt in a hot tub would have me freaking out right now but i’m not even thinking about that.

well until he speaks. “do you ever think about high school?”

“of course i think about high school what do you mean?” i furrow my eyebrows, god this kid takes forever to get a point across.

“well like the butterfly effect or whatever. i always think about what i could’ve done differently” he says, crushing the can of his 5th drink of the night in his hands. god his hands.

“i guess” i think for a moment, looking up at the starts that splatter across the sky. “what would you do differently? you know in high school or what not”

he’s silent for a moment, as if to collect his thoughts. “honestly?” i look to him and nod, now feeling that god awful feeling of love brew in my stomach. i hate how easy it is for him to cause that. “i would’ve kissed you”

my jaw literally drops. “what? when?” i don’t even know what to think, i just need an explanation.

“there was one time when i was really close to doing it, we snuck out for the first time to get energy drinks at the gas station in like sophomore year, remember?” i nod, literally speechless. “well i had already kissed you at that point, you know at the party, and i watched you as you looked at the stars while you laid in the grass and you looked so kissable and i was this close” he says, gesturing with his hands “but i went to lean in and then you said something about some kid from school and so i stopped.”

i stay quiet for a moment unsure of what to say, but he talks again. “i guess i just wonder what would’ve happened if i kissed you then. where would we be now?” he looks at the stars now, avoiding eye contact with me as i gawk at him.

Matt has never been the type to be bold, so part of me knows that the alcohol has something to do with this confession, but there’s no way he doesn’t mean it at all.

i clear my throat. “i think if you kissed me then, that we’d be kissing right now, you know butterfly effect and all”

i am also not the type to be bold. yet here i am.

i look at him, no words needed. the sense of boldness has yet to die down and so i pick my hand off the seat of the hot tub and place it on his leg, looking for any form of discomfort in his eyes.

he seems to be looking at me for the same. we both know exactly what it is we want in this moment, so when i move my hand closer to his inner thigh i know what he’s asking. “yeah?” he asks simply and i nod. “i need words Abigail. i need to know what you want.”

“i want you to put that bossy mouth to better use” i reply, and it’s like i can see a switch in his eyes as he smirks.

he leans into me hungrily, as if he’s been wanting to kiss me forever. he places his hands on my waist and i quite literally moan from the feeling, all i get in response is the feeling of him smiling on my mouth. proud.

i don’t like the power he knows he has over me, so i decide to change that. i move my hand that’s on his inner thigh slowly, delicately inching closer to where i know he wants me most, all while kissing him relentlessly.

i could kiss him forever, but as my hand grazes over his trunks and he stops, i know i have more important things to do with my mouth.

i take it as an opportunity to kiss his neck, teasingly licking a stripe on his sharp ass jawline and he shutters at the feeling.

god i love having him like this.

“want me to touch you matty?” my hand now palming him through his trunks, my thumb effortlessly finishing his tip and rubbing circles as i wait for a response, instead he just nods eagerly.

“what happened to using our words? too hard to speak when you’re imagining my mouth around your cock hm?”

“please” he says in a whimper that goes straight down to my core.

i kiss him again, mostly because i can’t get enough of his mouth. after a moment, his hands make their way to my ass and he guides me to his lap, my palms now cupping his face.

his hands have their fun exploring my body, using my ass to pull himself impossibly closer to me. i whimper slightly as i feel his dick place pressure on my core and he immediately stops kissing me as a smile forms on his face.

i rock my hips onto his, feeling him underneath me every time i lean forward, the hard feeling on my clit causing me to whimper in his ear.

“not so tough now hm?” his hands find a new purpose as they make their way to my tits, teasingly playing with the straps and playing with my nipples through the swimsuit.

“matt please” i beg, at this point i’ve given up on fighting him for dominance. he doesn’t bother fighting me either as he unties my bathing suit too and begins kissing along my collarbone. “fuck matt so good” my hands make their way to his hair and i pull slightly, feeling him moan against my chest.

he wastes no time taking one nipple into his mouth while his hand plays with the other, god i’m wet. he swirls his tongue around in a way that makes me crazy, and god he’s good with his mouth.

i continue to roll my hips onto him as Matt has the time of his life with my chest, taking his time to give each breast an equal amount of attention.

my clit is throbbing at the feeling of Matt beneath me but i need more. “Matt i need- fuck” my head rolls back as he bucks his hips onto mine slightly.

“what was that pretty girl?” he uses his hands to push me closer to him making me clench around nothing. “cmon tell me what you want”

i bite my lip, he hasn’t slowed his pace and is now placing teasing kisses under my ear. “i need your hands. i need you to-“ i shiver as his hands replace where his trunks were moments prior.

he turns us around so that i’m now underneath him and he lifts me to sit on the edge of the hot tub, leaning against the lid.

he rubs me through my swimsuit bottoms before taking his hand off my heat and instead teasingly playing the the hem. i moan audibly once more, now extremely sexually frustrated.

all i get in response is a shallow laugh while he continues to play with me. i cant take this anymore i’m literally gonna go insane.

so i take matters into my own hands, literally.

i grab his right hand to stop it from toying with my bathing suit and slide my bottoms to the side, placing his hand exactly where i want it.

this just causes him to shutter at the motion. “god i’d love to be mad at you but that’s got as fuck” and he puts his hands to work, placing pressure on my clit before lifting his hand off of me temporarily.

before i can protest him stopping he spits right onto my clit and i watch as it drips down through my folds, he seems to be watching just as intently.

“i’ve been wanting to do this forever” he begins kissing my inner thighs, teasing again. “needed so badly to have you just like this, fucking soaked all for me” just as i’m about to complain, his tongue makes context with my clit, licking up and down painfully slowly.

i cant do anything else in return other than grab his hair and thrust my hips forward slightly, needing more. “you’re so greedy, let me have my fun pretty girl. gonna make you feel so good”

he immediately inserts two fingers into me, causing an embarrassing reaction from me as my body tenses up and my head rolls back.

his tongue continues flicking on my clit, gently but still insanely fast, this alone would be enough for me to finish, but when he begins to curl his long fingers exactly where i need them- god help me.

i’m a moaning mess at this point, tugging at his hair and rolling my hips around, chasing the high that’s brewing in my stomach. his fingers reach exactly where my own couldn’t and i feel literally tears form in my eyes.

his pace doesn’t slow once, still relentlessly giving me pleasure in every way he can. “matt i’m gon-“ i moan again, literally speechless.

i feel him smirk underneath me as his already fast pace somehow increases, giving me exactly what i need to push me over the edge.

my thighs squeeze around his head as my body shocks through an orgasm and i feel him moan underneath me.

he takes his time, slowly coming to a stop and ending with one final kiss to my now sensitive clit as he comes up to meet my face. “that was the hottest thing i’ve ever seen” he laughs into a kiss with me and after a few seconds we pull away, i’m still out of breath.

“no one’s ever made me feel like that before holy fuck” i sigh, looking at him with with lust in his eyes. “needing me to return the favour pretty boy?” i place my hand on his abs teasingly.

he just laughs. “when i said that was the hottest things i meant it, i was done the moment you were done” he leans back in to kiss me yet again, clearly addicted to it.

we kiss for a moment longer, both tired and still noticeably under the influence.

authors note: hey…. was not planning on writing that and then… well yk🤗

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greazyfloz · 10 months

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10 from the new smut prompt list with Matthew tkachuk, that’s so him lol

Smut: 10. “If you can’t sleep, and I can’t sleep… That obviously means we have to have sex, right?” w/ Matthew Tkachuk

Melatonin

It was a long day and all I wanted to do was go home and sleep. As soon as I got home I immediately went to the bedroom and got ready before practically throwing myself in the sheets. Although I was tired all day, somehow, I could not sleep.

Matthew was already in bed sleeping before I even got unto bed myself. I tossed and turned for a bit slowly trying not to wake him but to my surprise I hear him chuckle.

"You're awake?" I question him and he turns himself so he he is now laying on his side that faces me.

"Yeah" he says with a grin on his face

"no hello?" I question him

"I was trying to sleep, I see you are having some trouble too"

"Yeah" I say as we both lay on our sides in the bed looking at eachother.

"Well..." Matthew starts with a grin and I roll my eyes at his tone, knowing where this is going making him chuckle before continuing. "If you can't sleep, and I can't sleep... That obviously means we have to have sex, right?" he says leaning in closer.

I chuckle as he presses his lips against mine before deepening the kiss.

"you agree then?" he mumbles into the kiss as we make out.

"I do" I say with a chuckle as I pull away. I lift the T-shirt I am wearing over my head and throw it on the ground, as Matt shimmies out of his boxers throwing them so they lay on the ground beside my shirt leaving us both naked.

Without any hesitation, our lips meet again. His hand travels up my sides until it reaches my chest. He massages my chest as his mouth begins to trail kisses down my neck until his lip press against my nipple.

Matt flicks his tongue on my nipple and slightly nibbles with his teeth causing me to moan out quietly at the sensation I feel across my chest. He pulls away from my chest and faces me with a smirk. I connect my lips back onto his and we begin making out as his hand travels down my stomach until his fingers begin twirling around my clit.

I pull away from the kiss to bite my lip to cover any moan that wants to escape my mouth.

"You like how that feels?" Matthew smirks. I bite my lip and nod my head looking at him with big doe eyes. "What about this?" he asks me as he enters his middle and ring finger deep inside of me, making me throw my head back. I felt Matthew attach his lips on to my neck as I try to cover my moans, "Does this feel good baby?" he asks

"Y-yes" I moan out breathlessly as his fingers curl and uncurl fast and hard inside of me, "D-don't stop"

He stops curling his fingers than straightens them before pumping them in and out of me. I let out a moan before biting my lip to stop anymore for escaping my mouth.

"I want to hear you" he tells me

I feel him release his fingers from inside of me then grab my neck to guide my mouth to his. As me make out, Matthew positions himself between my legs as he strokes his cock. He slides his cock up and down my slit once before pulling away from the kiss to allow himself to slam full force inside of me.

"Matt! Baby! Fuck!" I moan out as he thrusts hard inside of me.

He continues thrusting hard and fast inside of me until both of us are out of breath. "I'm going to- I'm cumming" he says has he bucks his hips hard inside of me, "F-fuck!"

He releases himself inside of me before throwing himself on the bed beside me, "Fuck, I'm tired" he chuckles making me chuckle as well as I stand up from the bed and make my way to the bathroom to wash off.

When I re-enter the room I find Matthew fast asleep on the bed. I roll my eyes and chuckle before re entering the sheets beside him with hopes I fall asleep just as fast.

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luxesiren · 8 months

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⸻ 𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐄 :: solo vanitas scene x implied fem!reader.

cw :: 18+ MDNI. edging, vivid dreaming, masturbation, overstimulation

a/n :: i wrote this for my bby @smiley-babe. she loves this man and like felt her fr!! btw vanitas owns a bookstore in this. when i say implied at the top, i mean she’s just in his imagination, not really there.

it’s slow in the bookstore right now, barely anyone here and all he can think about right now is you. every word you say to him has him gripping his desk and he can’t focus on fulfilling this order. he has to get it done but the thought of you makes him so sick that he has to do something about it, he sighs and places the order to the side and walks away — he locks the front door and turns the sign to where it signifies that the store is closed.

it doesn’t take much to make him needy and desperate, he’s never had anyone interest him the way you have and it’s affecting him in ways that he can’t explain. he could explain them but every thought is riddled with lust and all he thinks about is putting all that energy into your warm cunt.

vanitas is throbbing in his jeans, it’s painful and he needs some form of relief so he’ll do it himself. he locks himself in his office and palms his bulge already teasing himself even though he just needs to be relieved, so sensitive and he hasn’t even fully touched his own cock.

a whimper falls from his lips when he bucks into his hand, unbuckling his belt and unzipping his jeans, taking note of the big wet spot that already formed in his underwear, almost embarrassing, really but he doesn’t care. he could’ve cum in his pants and he still wouldn’t have batted an eye, he looks down at his cock, his tip slightly red and so sensitive.

he spits on his hand and starts to slowly stroke his cock, precum leaking steadily from his tip and making the glide much easier to navigate. he tosses his head back against the chair, a small breathy groan leaving his lips as he continues to stroke over himself, keeping the same snail pace before slowly speeding up. he twists his wrist over his shaft and moves it just the way he likes it — his mind clouded with thoughts of you and only you, how you were speaking to him, and thinking about he would act if you were this close to him.

he closes his eyes and imagines how bad he wants you in his lap and grinding down on him and speaking to him softly in his ear. he whimpers so loud that it rings out in his own ears, he forgets about his hand on his cock and imagines being engulfed by your warm cunt. you’re riding him practically teasing him and he can’t get over it, “pretty boy, vanitas, does that feel good?” you would say, your voice laced with arousal and some sort of dominance that he can’t get over.

he would whine and thrust into you, trying to reach that spot that makes you cry out. “mm yes…it feels good, please, please..” he’s begging but he doesn’t know what for, you don’t speed up, you keep that same pace and it drives him up the walls — he doesn’t know where to place his hands but you guide him anyways, placing his hands on your tits and his instinct is to squeeze and fondle them to make you proud.

you clench around him and his eyes start to well up, tears forming in his lash line and threatening to fall over. soft sobs begin to over take his body as he’s reaching his peak but then it stops, the soft edge of almost leaping off a cliff now gone because of the way he’s edging himself. he squeezes the base of his shaft to stop himself from cumming and starts again once the feeling wears off.

he thinks about how you would teach him to finger you, his fingers soaked with your arousal but he doesn’t care. he likes to see it, so much slick covering his index and middle finger and he wants to lick it off his fingers. all this imagining has him shaking and trembling, damn near sobbing because all he wants is to touch, feel, and taste you.

he speeds up, fucking his fist with no regard because he wants to cum now. he doesn’t care to edge himself, this was the first time he’s felt overly desperate and it’s all because of you, because of that nickname, fuck, he wishes he could cum deep inside you and make you cry out for him. high pitched whimpers are continuous, “fuck, fuck, m’please, please…” he’s begging for reprieve, something to ground him.

he finally snaps, cumming so hard that he almost blacks out, the sticky substance hitting his chest and his chin. he doesn’t even care that he ruined his shirt, not one care in the world as he strokes over his cock again — making sure he can’t cum anymore, he knows that if you were here, he wouldn’t be stopping until both of you passed out.

#𝙨𝙞𝙧𝙚𝙣 𝙞𝙨 𝙬𝙧𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜…#vanitas x reader #the case study of vanitas #memoir of vanitas #vnc vanitas #vanitas no carte #vanitas smut #vanitas x you

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