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kennedyslvr · 5 months

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pls super nasty smut w todo where we are his favorite idol 🙏

Todo FUCKS and i know it………

contains: fem reader, fanboy!Todo, protected sex, quickie, hair pulling, dirty talk, rough sex, backshots, dacraphillia, using panties as a gag :3

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Todo had been waiting for this moment his whole life.. he was finally going to meet his idol. The large man stood behind a group of shorter guys, all giggling as they watched you hug a sweet-looking fan. His heart felt like it was going to beat out of his chest, he was so close he could smell your perfume. Just the annoyingly giddy group of boys in front of him and it would be his turn.

He had gone over this exact moment over and over in his head. You looked so pretty in your light pink dress, frilly thigh highs to match, that squished the fat of your thighs at the top, making his eyes roll back in his head in disbelief at how anyone could look so perfect. Todo had been a fan for years, he had watched every show you had been on, every special, he had seen every magazine, poster, and any form of media there was of you he had seen; he would like to own all of it but his collection was quite impressive already.

"Thank you for your support!" You spoke kindly, averting your body to shake hands with the boys instead of hugging them. You could tell he looked dejected, but the boy smelled like BO and you had noticed his lock screen when he went to take a selfie with you-- it was of a young-looking anime girl in a bikini.. not exactly the kind of guy you wanted up in your personal space, but by the way he gripped his hand and stared at it in awe when he walked away you could tell he was more than satisfied.

You sighed, growing tired from meeting all the fans, sure you loved seeing all their cute faces and tears of appreciation, some even bringing you gifts, but you had been standing in the same spot for almost five hours now, the heels you were wearing felt like they were slowly melting into your feet and becoming one with the skin. You looked over to your manager, keeping a faux smile on your face as you did so, but widening your eyes to let her know you were going to cry if you didn't get a break soon.

"U-um, H-hello my name is Todo Ali Its-" A deep voice broke you out of your silent plea to your manager, snapping your neck to behind you a man more than twice your size stood in front of you, fiddling with his hands in his pockets as he took everything in. You knew you had quite the male-dominated audience, but this man didn't fit the description for your usual fans.

He was handsome, extremely fit; so much so it looked like his pecs were going to burst through his shirt and you could faintly make out the indents of his abs; he smelled amazing, which was refreshing after all this teen boy musk, his voice sent tingles down your spine, and he hadn't immediately tried to touch you in some way when he stepped into your space. "Hi there big guy~" You responded, reaching your arm out to grab onto his bicep, stroking it friendly (also simultaneously trying to cop a feel.)

Todo blushed, you were touching him right now, not just touching him you were stroking his arm. He had to take a deep breath in order to not pass out. "I've been a fan for so long when I found out you were coming to Kyoto I-" Your giggles cut him off, your sharp acrylics lightly scratching down his arm as you pulled one of his hands out of his pockets and took it in yours; you couldn't help but notice how much larger it was than yours. "I'm so glad you came Todo~" You cooed, swinging your hips in circles as you looked up at him from under your lashes.

Todo froze, his face turning an even darker shade of crimson. He gulped, watching you caress his fingers with your smaller, more delicate ones. You were so much shorter in real life, the size difference between the two of you was making his brain short circut, and simultaneously all of the blood that was being drained from his head was getting sent to.. another head. "Y-yeah?" He replied, giving you a quick one over before he swallowed the saliva pooling in his mouth.

A lightbulb went off in your head at that moment. This was a handsome man who looked to be about the same age as you, he looked like he could bend you in every way your body would allow him to, and you bet he wanted to, from the way he was blushing and shaking with adrenaline. He must've thought he was being sneaky when he would steal glances down the low cut of your dress that showed off a generous amount of your cleavage.

You're not sure where this sudden arousal came from. Maybe a combination of being an idol with such a strict team; never allowing you enough time to go on dates; your exhaustion, you were on your ovulation week.. and Todo had been the first person you saw today who was handsome AND didn't try to invade your personal bubble in some way; combined with all the other amazing things about him. You were about to go on a break anyways, this might just be perfect, you thought.

"Yeah~ It's so refreshing to see someone like you here, you're so handsome and you speak so politely ~" He felt his pants get tighter at the compliment, briefly looking down at them he prayed you wouldn't see the imprint through his pants. You looked around, making sure no one was close enough to hear before you leaned it, standing on your tippytoes you used one of your hands to steady yourself on his solid chest. Taking the thin material of his shirt between your fingers, you pulled him down so your lips were by his ear.

"To be honest, a lot of these guys are sooo creepy~" Todo could feel his heartbeat in his fingertips, the loud beat of his racing heart almost drowning out your sultry voice, "But you would never treat me like them.. would you Todo?" The man was sure he was at full attention down there, he tried to adjust his shirt subtly enough so you wouldn't see him while you were by the crook of his neck, but he was sorely mistaken. You grabbed his wrist, stopping him from covering the now very obvious tent in his pants.

From what you could tell, the outline looked huge, what about this man wasn't? You smiled at him, tipping your head to the side. "I've never done this before, but I think I like you Todo~" You spoke. The world seemed to slow down, everything around you besides your voice was drowned out in the man's ears as you spoke your next words. "I'm about to take a little break, wanna help me relax?" Todo swallowed, hard, before nodding his head and watching a sinister little smile appear on your face.

"Fuck f-fuck Ohm-" A massive hand slapped over your mouth, muffling your loud cries. "Shhh pretty girl, stay quiet for me okay? Know you can." Todo cooed. Was this really the same man who was blushing and stuttering just a couple minutes ago when you finally met for the first time? He must've imagined the exact scenario before because he was fucking giving it to you.

Todo stood behind you, your back to his chest, arched agaisnt his pelvis as he fucked into you harder than anyone has. He had one hand wrapped around your body, rubbing your sensitive clit between his fingers and his other hand was pressed over your mouth. One of your hands was steading yourself agaisnt the sink ledge, the other gripping his wrist as you looked at him with teary eyes and scrunched eyebrows through the little bathroom mirror he was fucking you in front of.

Your panties had been pulled down your thighs hastily and stored away safely in Todo's pants. "That's a good girl~ Fuck, you look so pretty." He groaned. You watched his eyes look down between where the two of you were connected, shaking his head and his jaw dropping in a little o as he watched his thick cock split you open, your sore walls having to make quite the stretch to fit him inside. "Your pussy is eating me up-" He moaned, pulling his lip between his teeth as he gave you harsh thrusts, relishing in the loud squelches that met his ears.

"You needed this, huh?" He asked, bringing his eyes up to make contact with yours once more. You nodded against his hand, tears of pleasure falling down your face at the precision with which he was fucking straight into your sweet spot, making your legs feel like jello. Todo let up on your clit, his hand digging in his pocket briefly before he pulled out your panties. His hips stilled against your ass, burring his cock as deep as he could inside you as he released the hand on your mouth, brining the other holding your panties to meet your lips.

He balled them up before pressing them agaisnt you, "Open." He instructed. You were quick to follow, opening your mouth you let him press the fabric between your lips, the taste of yourself flooding onto your tongue when he used two fingers to push the fabric deeper into your mouth, making sure you would keep in in. "Good girl." His deep voice praised, making you giggle against the fabric. You were able to notice when all the motion from his thrusting ceased that he was shaking like a leaf.

You were wondering how he was staying so calm and composed, but in reality, he wasn't all that composed. Todo was grateful for the short break when he pushed your panties into your mouth; using them as a gag so he could use his hands elsewhere. Truthfully every time he looked into the mirror and caught your eyes on him he felt like he was going to cum, it was a miracle he was able to hold out for this long. The only thought keeping him going was not to embarrass himself in front of you, but god the though of cumming inside his favorite idol was right there on the forefront of his brain with it.

He pushed your lower back down into a mean arch, your forearms resting against the sink as you waited with bated breath for him to continue. He knew you didn't have a lot of time, so if he was going to bring it home soon he was gonna make sure you had the best orgasm on his cock before you went back out there. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, gripping strongly before he started fucking into you again, this time rougher and faster than before.

Immediately cries and muffled wines filled the room, more tears quickly welling up in your eyes as he bullied his cock into your tight cunt, yanking your head back by your hair to make your arch deeper. Surely he was messing up your hair, and your makeup would absolutely need a touchup, but you couldn't exactly find it in yourself to care at the moment. Todo's groans and heavy breathing into your ear was so erotic, making the coil in your stomach tighten with your impending orgasm.

"Fuck, I can't believe I have you on my dick like this." He breathed exasperatedly, his eyebrows scrunching together in pleasure. "And you're crying from it-" He finished, yanking your hair back, resulting in a loud wine from you, the fabric doing little to conceal that one. "Todooo~" You spoke his name through the fabric, the sound successfully reaching his dick, making it jump inside you. Todo grit his teeth, without a second thought he released your hair and ripped the panties out of your mouth, throwing them down on the sink.

He grabbed the side of your face, not letting up his incessant hips as he fucked into your sloppily, his hips losing rhythm, "A-again say my name again-" Todo begged against your lips, your skin grazing each other as your slack jaw moaned against his mouth. "F-fuck Todo!!" You cried, resulting in a groan from the man as he pressed your lips together, slotting his tongue with yours in a messy kiss, filled with lust and need. "Again." You heard him speak against your lips, his thrust speeding up, you felt your own arousal drip down your thighs.

"Todo-" thrust "Again." thrust "Fuck! F-fuuck! Todo I'm cumming, you're gonna make me c-cum!" You gasped into his mouth. He quieted you with his own, his moans increasing in volume as his own high rapidly approached him. At the exact moment, your jaw went slack against his lips as he felt your cunt squeeze him rhythmically, his own orgasm crashed over him. "C-cumming- f-fuck-" He pretended his cum wasn't currently filling up the condom he had on, and instead was shooting deep inside you, filling up your womb.

Your legs were shaking and wobbling as you came around him, his shallow thrusts working you through one of the most intense orgasms you've ever had. Todo groaned long and loudly against your lips, both of your jaws open and eyes squeezed shut as the two of you rode out the aftershocks of your orgasms together. The room was filled with your pants and gasps as the two of you frantically tried to catch your breath. "Fuck.. thank you, did so good, thank you," Todo whispered.

You turned your head forward once more, staring at Todo behind you, who currently had his eyes glued to your cunt as he slid his massive softening girth out of the comfort of your warm walls. You winced in overstimulation as he slid out of you, leaving your walls with a lewd squelch. "Sorry, are you feeling alright?" He asked, holding your hips in his large hands and rubbing the skin there. "I'm more than alright Todo, my legs are a little compromised but other than that I'm alright~" You reassured, rubbing your hand atop his, making his blush deepen.

The man looked back down between the two of you as he started pulling the used condom off of his cock, cringing at the feeling. "Todo." Your voice echoed into his ears, making him look up at you, blushing at the use of his name--he would never get sick of it. "I'm not leaving this room till I have your number in my phone." You said, picking up your cutely decorated phone from the sink in front of you and waving it side to side.

You've never seen someone nod so eagerly in your life, making you giggle. "Need to take care of you first." He said, kissing the back of your neck, throwing the tied condom in the trash by his feet before his hands started to make work on smoothing out your wrinkled dress. "Todo, I have an entire team out there for that, you can take care of me by putting my mind at ease and letting me know that this will happen again, by giving me~ your phone numberrr~" You drawled, turning your body around as he held your hips, your hand pressing the device into his chest.

The man hesitantly took your phone in his hand, staring at you with disbelief. You leaned into his large frame, pressing a kiss to his solid chest and making him gasp before you pulled back, bringing your hand up to his head to push away any stray hairs he had, "I like you, you better call me~"

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kennedyslvr · 5 months

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𓏲 ˖. ITADORIS DIRTY FANTASIES / SUKUNA

𓏲 ˖. itadorixfem!reader, sukunaxfem!reader, nsfw, heavy smut, horny itadori, nasty sukuna, warning it's really nasty

itadori never got along with sukuna- he means it when he says he never did. they always fight over the tiniest thing in his head.

it would come to the point where itadori- would actually start slapping himself from how frustrating the king of curses could be. sukuna would only laugh at him finding this amusing.

but- they both agree on one thing only that they both wanna fuck. breed pretty little y/n, ever since gojo introduced you- their doctor to him, itadori could never stop thinking about you, especially when he's in bed enjoying his self care time- tugging on his hard, dripping cock. fucking his hands at the thought of you. he couldn't help it especially with the king of curses whom also you caught the eye of.

he would always talk him out about his dirty fantasy- about what sukuna wanna do to you if he ever got the hold of you. telling itadori about how pretty you would look stuffed in two cocks- his and itadoris. how pretty you would look with cum dripping from both of your holes. how pretty you would look with your ass stinging red, eyes crossed- fucked out the only thing you can do is moan while drool slides against your puffy-red lips.

itadori knew his body was connected with sukuna in many different ways but he didn't know that their dicks were also connected, because lately he discovered that when ever sukuna gets hard- he also gets hard, which is a new annoying thing for him now cause when ever you pass by or whenever you're around itadori- sukuna would get hard, forcing itadori to the bathroom to find some realise.

when itadori brings it up mad at the king of curses that he almost got him caught, sukuna would simply shrug in his thorn- saying that he can't help it because it's a natural reflex since his dick wanna breed you and claim you.

itadori would wake up in middle of the night to find his dick ragging hard because sukuna decided out of all the times- to have the dirty-nasty fantasies about you and beat his cock to you.

"do you really have to do this right now out of all the times" itadori mumbles into the pillow squeeze his face into it as he pulls his red-dripping cock out of his pants- ready to hump his hand to the thought of you for the 10th time today.

the king of curses tch at him. "tch only if I wasn't stuck in your body- I would have got her by right now, fucked her brain out, stuffed her pussy with my seeds".

"more like forced her" itadori angrily spit out knowing if he let sukuna near you- it wouldn't be any good news.

"force her? why would I if she's already eager for us as much as we are" he simply say. which caught itadoris attention enough for him stop tugging on his cock.

"eager for us? what do you mean?" he confusely mutters not quite catching on what sukuna means.

the king of curses laughs "don't tell me you didn't notice the way she looks at us, sneaking peaks every now and then".

itadoris eyes widen, dick getting harder leaking more percum out of it- you want him? he knows that you act nicer to him than you do with others but he never thought that means anything.

sukunas hums as he stroke his huge cock on his throne, clearly effected by that as much as itadori is- "the day she saw you as sukuna she was staring so hard- staring at my marks like she wanna lick the lines of them".

itadori moans out into the pillow- as he rocks his hips into the sheets of his bed, so turned on at the thought of you being on top of him while you lick every inch of his body.

"we can make this happen, only if you cooperate with me. we can fuck her so good, that she would come back to get more everytime. fuck her so good that she would wait every night in her bed- legs spread waiting for us to plent cum inside her greedy tight pussy" the king of curses breath out- eyes rolling as he finishs undone at the same time as itadori.

god this was a bad idea- a fucked up idea why would he ever agree to something sukuna would tell him, but at the same time he can't help it- if that means there's a chance that he good have you. a chance that you want him as much as he wants you then he was ready to go with sukunas plan as long as he could have a feel of you. a feel of the pussy he's been fucking himself to at the thought of.

"focus, you don't need to fantasize about anything right now, you need to get the real thing" the king of curses say, a smirk planted in his face as itadori make his way toward your apartment.

he plays with the silver key in his pants pocket- that sukuna has convinced him to steal from the office. itadori knows that what he's about to do is fucked up. dirty. nasty whatever you wanna call it but right now he isn't thinking with his mind- he's thinking with his dick.

itadori feels like he can pretend a little: act like he’s coming home to his adorable little wife after a long day of work, smiling once he hears the lock click open under the key.

he knows he shouldn’t succumb to these thoughts as he walks through the apartment of yours. But he can’t bring himself to fight them off—not that he’s trying very hard—when he cracks open your bedroom door to find you sleeping soundly against your pillow. his eyes wander down to where you’d kicked the blankets to the foot of the bed, revealing a silk nightgown that shows off the soft-looking expanse of your legs.

he feels his cock head press uncomfortably against the zipper in his pants at the thought of how they would feel under his hands. Imagines what they’d look like pressed up against your chest, the way your pretty little mouth might form an enticing ‘o’ as his cock dips inside—

itadori clenches his fists, weighing the pros and cons of what he’s about to do.

he reasons that he won't be doing anything as sukuna told him- they would just get a glimpse of you while you're sleeping so sweetly and fuck his cock to that, right next to your bed. god he wish this didn't sound as fucked up as it does right now.

you’re also too good for the fantasies racing through his head, not that it stops him from stepping inside the room and closing the door behind him or hastily taking off his jacket and throwing it on the chair near the window.

he settles a knee on the bed near your feet and drags the covers the rest of the way off your body, encasing it entirely in the moonlight creeping in through the sheer curtains.

"touch her" sukuna spit out. "no i can't we agreed we would only-".

"do you really think something like that could happen more then once kid? if you don't saviour the moment right now- it will never happen again" he tsk.

maybe after all the king of curses was right- just a bit itadori thought.

his fingers trace up the side of your calf, and he stops when you shift in your sleep. he waits a moment to ensure you’re not awake—until you make a soft snuffling sound and roll over to hug your pillow. itadoris gaze falls to where your nightgown shifts up, revealing the lack of underwear underneath and your bare pussy, wet and glistening.

heart pounding in his chest, he sucks in a breath through his teeth, hand moving down to palm at his cock.

“fuck. fuck. naughty fucking girl.” sukuna moans out at the sight.

before he can think twice about it, he’s pushing your nightgown higher up around your waist. He knows he should be more careful and probably worry about the near possibility of you waking up and finding him there, but he can’t bring himself to care.

not when your soft legs feel so nice wrapped around him when he crawls between your thighs or how your breasts fill his hands. It’s not enough—it never will be—because now he needs to see everything.

you arch against him in your sleep as he tugs the silk fabric down to suck a puckered nipple into his mouth. a whimper reverberates in his chest at how sensitive you are for him, teeth grazing lightly just to hear you whine.

he wants to tell you how fucking perfect you look underneath him, wishes he could worship all of you like he wants. But he knows he’s limited on time, that any moment, you could wake up.

one of itadoris hands slips down to part the slick seam of you, groaning lightly at how wet you’ve become just from him playing with your tits. He rubs right circles into your clit, loving how it throbs eagerly at his touch.

perfect.

itadoris cock leaks into his briefs as he slips his middle finger inside you and feels your tight walls wrap snuggly around him—only pumping a few times before he adds another.

"yes just like that" sukuna speaks out- letting itadori know that he's doing it right, just as he taught him.

“mmm,” you moan, and he glances up at your face to watch you writhe underneath him.

he can tell you’re so close by how you’re clenching around his fingers, and he curls them up against your front wall, searching and knowing when he finds the little soft spot inside you because you keen high in the back of your throat.

“i know, sweet girl. So good for me. Are you gonna cum, baby?” he whispers, though it comes out more like a growl because sukuna starts filling his head.

watching you come apart for him has him desperately longing to leave a piece of him behind—

fuck it, sukuna decides.

he slowly starts taking over itadori.

"what are you-" itadori eyes widen as he realize what's happening.

sukuna has taken over his body.

"sukuna what the fuck are you doing?!?" itadori yells out- "we made a deal".

"shut up. i won't break your stupid little deal- i just want to have a taste".

little pants of protest puff past your lips when he pulls his fingers from between your legs. he roughly pushes down his briefs and uses your slick on his hand to lube his cock before pushing the leaky head against your clenching hole.

“mmm, fuck,” he groans, reverently watching your face twist in pleasure and fingers dig into your pillow as he begins to take, take, and take because he’s never known how to stop. first, the tip before pushing in deeper into the heavenly tight-sweet depths of you, stretching you, working you open until his hips are flush with yours. “knew you’d have a princess cunt.”

he wraps your legs around his waist, leaning back slightly to watch the dripping mess of your cunt hug his cock, slowly pulling out only to roughly thrust back in—scalding pleasure burns up his spine.

you’ve always been deep sleeper; he’s glad to see nothing has changed as he starts rocking into you steadily. he’s an addict, his eyes rolling into the back of his head, lost in the hot, slick feel of you gripping him over and over again.

yes you were in sukunas past life- he immediately knew you.

you start moving restlessly beneath him, writhing with tiny moans that he can’t make out through the blood rushing in his ears. the sight leaves him dizzy, a high that settles over him from getting what he’s wanted for years, even if this is all he gets.

he’s half-curled over you, fucking into you without a shred of restraint—not that he had any to begin with. and he can’t stop thinking about how much you’ll feel it after, how there might be small bruises in the shape of his fingers left behind for how tightly he’s holding you down against the mattress.

his balls collide against the slickness of your pussy with a sticky pap, and he presses his thumb against your messy clit because he knows he’s not going to last much longer.

then he feels it: you spasming around his cock, growing so tight it makes him see stars. It’s so unexpected that it has him twitching deep inside you, and he’s grunting out obscenities under his breath as he paints your walls white until his hips rock to a gentle stop.

“fuck.”

sighing, he runs a hand through his sweaty hair, his eyes refocusing on your sleeping form to find your eyelashes fluttering open.

he should be panicking, but he’s not—can’t, not after having you.

sukuna brings a hand down to your stomach, letting it linger there. he thinks he can get you pregnant.

he can’t stop the wolfish grin from spreading across his face at the thought, reaching up to swipe his thumb across your pouty bottom lip. "go back to sleep, princess.”

and when you do, he fucks another load into you just to make sure it takes—because sukuna always gets what he wants.

₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ. end ₊˚ʚ ᗢ₊˚✧ ﾟ.

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kennedyslvr · 5 months

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leon s. kennedy

contains: ftm.reader, readers clit is referred as a dick sometimes, perv leon, t-clit sucking, leon cumming untouched, overstimulation, squirting, not proofread

note: i’m kinda alive, sorry…….my horny thoughts weren’t transferring on my screen good enough

leon was relentless when he figured out you had a pussy, like, downright feral. when you first showed him your pussy he was in awe, he thought it was absolutely adorable, especially the way your clit tried to grow into a small dick. you were embarrassed about showing him, you thought he would find it disgusting. most people did, but what you didn’t expect is to feel leon’s mouth cover your dick.

“wh- hey! l-leon you can’t just-“ you were interrupted but a hard suck to your small cock, you were shivering above leon. he didn’t want to stop sucking your cock for any amount of time, he was lapping up your juices like a dehydrated man in a desert. anytime you tried to pull your hips away he let out a throaty growl before grabbing you by your ass and shoving you forward, he took you trying to lessen the pleasure he could give you as an insult.

how dare you try to stop him from sucking you off? do you know who he is? he enjoyed hearing you whine and cry out for him, the way your hands grabbed fistfuls of his hair to guide his face to the best way to pleasure your cock. “shit. not close enough.” he mumbled into your cunt before lifting one of your legs to be over his shoulder, you were now stuck wobbling on one leg as leon sucked your cock like it was the best this he had ever tasted.

“l-leon! please ‘m g-gonna cum!” you warned, hips grinding into his face almost violently. he gave a hum of approval that sent vibrations to your cock, your back arched, your hands in his hair tightened, you let yourself cum in his mouth. you glanced down to see leon gulping down your cum, his eyes were hazy and his grip on your ass tightened. he needed more, way more from you. “sorry, it’s gonna be sensitive…” he whispered before continuing to suck you cock, you let out a scream before covering your mouth in embarrassment. he was ruthless now, tongue gliding all around your cute cock while two of his big fingers bullied your g-spot.

you tried to pull his head away from your cock, your body was convulsing and twitching. he was lost in your pussy, it’s like he was possessed, bobbing his head slightly to see how you would react. his eyes never left your face, he thought you looked absolutely adorable like this. tears coating your cute cheeks, sweat making you look shiny, you trying desperately to pull his head away almost made him laugh.

“l-leon…s-something’s — fuck! — coming o-out!” you were worried, it felt like you were going to pee. you tried to warn leon, tried to get him to stop but he refused, just talking you through it with your cock on his tongue. “just let go baby, you can do it. just a bit more and you’ll make me so happy, okay pretty?” you whined at his words, suddenly curling your body over leon’s head before gushing in leon’s mouth. leon’s eyes widened slightly before letting his eyes roll back, your taste alone was enough to make him cum in his pants, and it did.

he gulped down as much of the clear liquid he could, some of the liquid spilling down his chin. he was whining almost as loud as you, fingers still pumping out of you, wanting you to ride out your high. leon finally let you pul your hips away from his mouth, you looked down at leon with a small pout. leon was licking his fingers clean, he looked up at you with a smug smile. “so…still think i find your dick disgusting?”

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kennedyslvr · 10 months

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Spider-verse ask

The spiders picking up a call from HQ while in the middle of sex. Who plays it cool so nobody knows or who is obvious and gets called out or possibly something in between. Possibly a fem!reader or fun!reader

The interruptions lmao, always a good trope.

Pairing: Peter B. Parker, Miguel O'Hara, Noir x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, interrupted sex, dick riding, phone calls, embarrassment, table sex, quickie, creampie

A/N: Including Noir cause he was my favorite in the first movie.

Peter was thrusting hard from below you, you in his lap on a chair, about to come when the phone rang. He groaned as he reached over almost absentmindedly and gave you an apologetic smile. While he tries to reply very calmly you keep rolling your hips slowly in his lap, making him grunt at every other word, a wicked grin on your face all the while. He doesn't get caught because he uses the excuse of being really tired from superhero work and being a dad. And probably becoming a dad again if you keep riding him like that.

"Shh, calm down beautiful. I'll keep going as soon as I take the call. H-H-Hey! Oh uh... no its nothing! Stop, fuck. Mmmn. You little brat, making me sound like that, you need my cum that bad huh? Can't wait a few minutes, can't go without my cock making you pregnant."

Miguel has you spread out on his desk, legs locked around his hips, his claws and teeth leaving possessive marks on your smaller body while he finishes inside you again. You were just about to as well when the phone rang. Now he is not a selfish lover, he won't stop just for this, he'll get you there but you have to be quiet. Can't do it by yourself? Then suck on his fingers, bite them, bite his hand if you have to, but keep looking his way, at his cocky smirk as tears of pleasure well up in your eyes and you come while he's talking on the phone.

"That was close, almost got caught. Yeah, I think they know we were up to something in here but I was not gonna let this wonderful cunt of yours down, not when its worked so hard for me. We should clean up before they look for us though. C-Condoms? You want me to wear them? Ugh, but I like feel you. Okay, fine. But you owe me after. Whatever you want to do."

Noir is very careful when the two of you sneak off for a quickie. He barely gets the clothes off enough and you're already on him, his gloved hands grasping your thighs and pushing you against the wall. Who ever chose that time to call him has horrible timing and was he not such a good detective he would have hung up. Lucky for him he's very good at keeping quiet and keeping you quiet too, every time you moan he kisses you to silence it, pretending to ponder what's being asked of him. The moment the call ends he speeds up, he needs to make this fast, this was supposed to be fast, now he's been thrown off and he's a little upset actually.

"Apologies for that interruption darling, I'll make this quick. You are not helping by tightening up like that, I know you want my cum but... Damn, I really cannot hold back any longer, I'll make you come sweetheart, yes, come for me, let me get what I want, and then I'll give you so much it will leave a trail as you walk."

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pussy drunk peter b. u cannot tell me it’s just burgers he devours like that

no like he's always pussy drunk like he's corny to the point where he once introduces himself as "peter pussy drunk benjamin parker" and thinks it's at least top 20 of the things he's said.

but like he's not wrong. there's been more times than you count where peter just gets lost when he fucks you. he still has his north star: pleasuring you to the absolute best of his ability. but he still manages to get the thickest cloud of haze over his foremost thoughts, a haze that's surely dense with mentions of your cunt and only your cunt.

he looks pretty when he's like that. sounds pretty, too. hips pushing into yours rapidly, pubic hair soaked with your juices, big and callous hands gripping as much as your soft and supple flesh that he can. his cheeks flushed, forehead dripping sweat that his brows and eyelashes catch. his eyes hooded, bright, constantly flickering from your face to your tits to your tummy and they always end up on your pussy.

he's a whimper when he's lost like this. he groans and moans and whines mostly, but those whimpers are so fucking delicious that you can't help but remember them the most. and you know he's not aware of the sounds he makes, proven when you teased him about them over take out one night and he was genuinely lost, a dark blush taking up the tips of his cheeks and ears immediately.

it's not his fault, as he reminds you constantly. he's always citing the perfectness of your cunt for his state, saying you were "made for him", babbling out praises revolving around how tight and wet and ready you always are for him.

and somehow, someway, it's almost twice as bad when he's going down on you. even though that's an action that results in solely your physical pleasure (but you do catch him palming his cock or rutting against the bed while he gives you head).

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kennedyslvr · 10 months

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Hey idk if your request are still open but here goes nothing- I deadass need some smut rn with like mean dom miles morales (earth 1610) if that makes you comfortable, if not thanks for responding anyways :)

Thank you!! ★

Ofc babes! Tumblr is on my nuts rn with smut but I got you babes

A/n: I highkey don’t see Miles being a mean Dom unless he’s angry but if you need it, imma supply it

Warnings: $mut obvi, light sp@nking, praise and degradation, nicknames,Implied consent, light ch0king, miles being mean, teasing, d1ck sucking, br33d1n6, lmk if I missed some

It was another long night for Miles; this Dalmatian guy was harder to catch than he thought and now he is pissed because he got jumped by some spider people who he though were good but they ended up nearly killing him. He is moreso pissed that Gwen betrayed him for people she barely knew. In Miles’ mind, everyone was against him and hated him so he got even more mad.

He opened the window to your apartment and kicked stuff around while ripping his suit and his web shooters off. “Fucking, Gwen. Man fuck these spider-people fr. None of them are good guys” Miles cursed as he was taking his stuff off

“Miles?” you questioned

“What, y/n? This shit better be good.” Miles replied

“Que paso, amor?” you questioned as you slipped a hand on his back that he quickly shrugged off

“Don’t worry about it, y/n. I just got my ass kicked by people that looked just like me but thanks for asking” Miles said sarcastically

“I-I’m sorry, Miles? Is there anything I could do for you?” You asked

“Yeah, get on your knees.” he said

“what?” you questioned

“Did you suddenly become deaf in the past 30 seconds I’ve been speaking to you?” Miles said

“...miles, I-“ you said

“You asked if you could do anything for me, right?” Miles said

“yeah but-“ you started

“what’s the problem? I fucking ask you to do something useful for once in your life but you can’t even do that?” Miles shouted

“I-I’m sorry” you said, getting on your knees

“Man matter of fact, take that shit off” Miles said with a slight grimace on his face

You did as you were told and he grabbed your head and pushed it down on him. Your eyes teared up as your throat adjusted to his sheer size. He grabbed your hair in a high pony tail as he fucked your throat. His rapid movements and grunts soon became sloppy as he released into your mouth with a loud groan.

You looked up at him as he panted and collected himself, you showed him the cum on your tongue:

“swallow it, mami"

You did as you were told and smiled at him:

“are you satisfied baby?” you cooed

“nah, not really” he said

Puzzled, you gave him a confused look before he picked you up and placed you on the mattress. Your ass facing him as you were on all fours. You craved this moment of when he would finally lay a finger on(or in) you and satisfy your leaking holes; however, Miles had slightly more sinister plans.

“Baby, what’s going on?” you asked

“You’ll see, mama.” he said

Suddenly, you felt his head trace up and down your slit; starting from your clit and ending where you needed him the most. You let out little whimpers while he was doing this and he teased your hole by pushing the tip in and rubbing small circles around your clit.

“Miles please, I need you” you breathed

“Mmmm I need this hole but you don’t see me complaining” Miles chuckled, even in the most intimate of times, he still managed to crack a few jokes

You would’ve enjoyed his quip had it not been for the fact that you were so incredibly needy for him. You felt yourself drip again as tears stung your waterline and your body began to tremble in desperation.

“Shit you’re soaking. You wanna cum? You want me to touch you? Say it Mami, tell Papi what you want him to do to your needy cunt” Miles taunted against your ear. Miles landed a harsh smack to your ass before palming it. Miles was usually bold in the bedroom but never like this

“Ummm I-I need you to fuck me, please.” you said sheepishly

“Speak up, princesa” Miles smirked

“Fuck my needy holes please Papi. I need your cum in me so bad, fuck me like the slut I am for you” you confessed, hanging your head in shame

That was all you had to say. Miles pushed himself deep within your walls which earned a yelp from you due to the sudden feeling of pleasure mixed with pain. His hips snapping at an impossible speed as the room filled with sounds of your escapade were enough to make you nearly pass out. Fortunately, Miles snaked a hand around your waist to support you(and to feel himself inside of you) as he continued snapping his hips. Your vision became clouded as you felt all of your senses fade away one by one as you approached your high, it seemed no one else existed besides you two as he whispered sweet nothings to you:

“Mmmmm you’re so good Fuck I wanna cum inside of you so bad, mami. You’re so fucking tight, so soft, I can’t take it, aghh” Miles started before his movements suddenly stilled and you felt his hot cum paint your walls. Before you knew it, your high had come crashing down on you, rendering you practically dead weight as you collapsed with moans and cries

“Mmmmm Miles” you moaned after your high

As you went to lay next to your man, he picked you up so you were straddling him and he sat you at the end of your shared bed.

“I aint done yet, ma"

You attempted to mentally prepare yourself but it was too late as Miles was already picking you up and putting you down on his cock. His hips bucking into you as you watched him use your body like a toy until he was finally satisfied.

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Gwen’s grip on your hips is brutal. When she runs the tip of her sexy black strap-on against your glistening folds, your eyes roll back into your skull, your naked body arching like a feline. You almost forget Miles’ cock, hard and erect, waiting for your mouth.

She pulls back, spreading your supple ass to begin to kitten lick at your folds.

“Oh, yes…” she murmurs into your cunt, “mhmm, yeah. Tastes like heaven, baby.” Her last words get drowned in Miles’ high whine as you take him into your mouth.

Your eyes are shut with how fucking good he tastes. You can feel his cock twitching pathetically already in you, so you hollow your cheeks and begin to suck with intent. To get more of those pretty moans.

Your jaw falls slack when Gwen enters you, walls fluttering madly at the euphoric stretch.

The force of her hips to push inside of you only has you lurching forward, further down on Miles until the entirety of his gorgeous black cock is enveloped by your thick lips.

He fists the sheets so hard he can feel his nails digging into his palms painfully. His lips part, and a shuddering exhale is puffed out. There’s no sound that comes out. It’s because he can barely process how hot, how wet, how blissful your mouth feels.

He feels the warmth beginning to spread slowly, agonisingly slowly, from the tips of his toes, to his calves, slithering up to his thighs. But it doesn’t move up from there. It’s not enough.

He wants more. Needs more.

So he throws away all the rules you’d whispered dirtily into his ear before this arrangement, plants his feet on the bed and bucks his hips up to fuck your throat. Your eyes shoot open in a split second after he does that, staring at him with such sharp daggers that he whimpers brokenly. Like an apology.

Gwen’s still fully inside of you, rolling her hips languidly so that it pushes against every sweet spot you’ve got in your sweet pussy.

You push your hands on the mattress, using the force to pull yourself off of Miles’ dick completely, nothing but a string of webbed spit connecting the corner of your mouth to the head of his shaft.

“Miles, you fucking slut.” you growl, trying and failing to hide your smirk when the both of them moan at the brash, rough timbre of the filth dribbling past your lips.

“What did I tell you before? Hm?” you’re struggling to keep your eyes open because she’s fucking into you so hard. But you fight it, forcing to keep them open as you survey him. He merely shakes his head from left to right twice, knowing that this question was meant to be rhetorical.

A pang of pleasurable pain sparks up your body when you see him so at your mercy. Barely even able to talk when he’s under your command. You don’t express it outside, though.

You simply cackle delightedly inside and roll your eyes at him, knowing very well what you’re going to hear from him now. “Pleaseplease! Please- I’m sorry, fuck. I’ll be good, so good to you, I promise!”

Before he can get the pathetic words out, you crush his hope.

“Don’t even try.” you snarl, “you’re gonna lie here and watch Gwen fuck me. And you’re not going to get anything.” You almost coo when she moans gleefully at the idea.

His eyes well up with hot tears, and he can only mumble something unintelligible under his breath. A plea. You don’t even attempt to listen to it, you don’t give a fuck.

You complete your punishment with another hard glance his way, spitting out, “And don’t even think of touching yourself.”

Gwen grabs a handful of your silky hair, using the grip to pull you back against her chest. Her breasts squeeze up against your backside and you bite your bottom lip when you feel how hard her nipples are. She laps at your neck, moving up and down and up and down to thrust further into you. Determined in her actions to make you come.

You need to make it extra hard for Miles, so you make sure to put on a show.

Rolling your body languorously to the rhythm of her thrusts.

Running the tips of your perfectly manicured nails over every inch of your chocolate skin as sensually as possible.

Twisting your nipples, squeezing your breasts, moaning your head off at the heightened stimulation.

Praising her at how good she’s fucking you, just to rile him up. To make him clench his jaw and think, ‘I can fuck her better’.

Tilting your head to the side to kiss her hotly, sucking on her lips and tongue like a mad, rabid dog would gorge its food.

She’s going faster and faster, the slap of her pelvis against your ass beginning to sound animalistic.

Pulling back from the kiss, Gwen inserts her middle finger into her mouth, slobbering all over it and getting it wet before she reaches down to rub your clit furiously. Your head lolls back over her shoulder, your hole spasming around the sturdy length in you, and you can swear you’ve never come this hard.

Both you and Gwen are panting hard, and when you open your eyes, they land on Miles. The sight almost makes you come again.

His toes are curled up, legs trembling in pent up frustration. His cock is so hard, so, so hard, that you can see the veins clearly on the side of it. It stands up against his stomach, weeping precum, making his dark skin glow. His hands lie on either side of him, shuddering and almost limp. The tears flow uncontrollably from his eyes, saturated with every ounce of his lust for you. There’s a lone drop of spit that escapes his mouth, leisurely seeping down the side of his face to stain the bed sheets. He looks so pretty. You want to see him like this forever.

“Oh, so you do know how to listen, after all?” you taunt, relishing the quavering groan of affirmation that bubbles up from his throat.

“Go on,” you breathe out as she pulls out of you and moves towards him, “lick up all of my cum.”

His whine of thanks gets cut short when she cradles his head and pushes his mouth onto the glistening shaft.

He does everything he knows you like—moan, groan, gag, all while never breaking eye contact with you. And it’s so hot your cunt starts to ache again.

After Gwen is satisfied, she moves away from him, getting off the bed to remove the strap-on. You crawl over to Miles just as he whispers, “you taste so good.”

“I know, baby. I know.” your lips crack open to a gentle smile, although his stomach jumps at the mischief in your eyes.

Gwen clambers back onto the bed, already rubbing her clit as she lies down next to Miles, flipping her blonde hair over one shoulder.

They want to come. They need to come. And since they made you feel so good, you’re going to give it back to them.

“Please…” she moans breathily, Miles’ wide, puppy eyes exuding the same imploration.

Elongated groans and high-pitched littanies of ‘Please! Fuck, please…’ resound throughout the dorm room as you restart to pump Miles’ cock and plunge two fingers into Gwen’s pussy.

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kennedyslvr · 10 months

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hey baby, i hope you ok! if u are accepting requests i thinking reader sit on miles face, i know 1610!miles would be so sweet, now 42!miles... idk just late night intrusive thoughts 😩

OMG YESS I’VE BEEN THINKING OF THIS!!!

A/n: Hey y’all. Keep requesting smut fics and as always: IF YOU DON’T LIKE IT, SCROLL TF AWAY. Lmk if I should do more of these

Warnings: smut obvi, cunnilingus, imma try not to put so many warnings so y’all can actually see this post

Sitting on the Miles’ faces headcannons

Our Miles(1610)

Earth 1610

Definitely loves it fr

At first, you’re scared you’re gonna choke him but he’s adamant you won't

“Miles what if I crush you” “You won’t, I promise"

Those spider genes are strong fr. You feel light as a feather to him but you’re still scared

Makes sure you’re comfortable and willing to stop if needed

That being said, this man is a MUNCH

but he’s a soft munch, yk? He doesn’t do it often but when he does, he ain’t letting up

Contributed his mustache growth to you

Will tongue fuck you fr

holds your hand occasionally when he wants to be closer to you

When you lay back and rest your hands on his thighs let him do his thing as he’s full on eating you out>>>>

Will have you cumming in minutes

I feel like he’s gentle and watches your facial expressions to know if he’s doing good

Will close his eyes and just enjoy your pretty pussy and bask in how lucky he is to have you

“Mmmmm you’re this wet for me, mami?”

Is hard as a rock and he’s dripping precum but he’s so in love with you its worth it

If he feels you get up, he’ll think he did something wrong

“Did I do something wrong?” “No its just I’m close"

His ultimate goal in life is to have his head in between your Lucious thighs

cums at the thought

Thinks you taste like candy

your pussy is his paradise fr.

Will suck on your clit until you’re close and he’ll tongue fuck you

If you reach back and stroke him, he’s in love(more than usual)

When you cum, he swallows it and gulps it loud so you hear

“Mmmmm fuck mami, sabes a caramelo"

Will speak Spanish into your pussy

Goes feral if you run your fingers through his hair

Will def kiss you after and fuck you

Earth 42

“siéntate en mi cara, mami” “I’m scared that imma drown you or something” “I ain't made of glass. It’s okay"

I feel like he isn’t very good at it at first so you have to guide him

“Mmmmm right there, papi” “fuck, eres tan buena, mi corazón"

Once you tell him where to go and how to do it, you’re hooked

His face is basically made for your face atp

Will speak Spanish into your pussy, just like our miles

Teases you by licking circles around your clit and flicking over it occasionally and when you jump and whimper, he chuckles

"muy sensible, mi vida” “mmm you’re making me feel so good”

you smile and run your hand on his braids and he smirks into your pussy before returning his lips to your clit

when you cum, he will savor that shit

like he will act like he’s eating the best meal ever

“mmmm fuck, mami no puedo vivir sin este coño” “mmm fuckkk papi, you always put it down right

knows he’s the only one who can make you feel this way

will leave your legs shaking 100000%

makes your vision blur once he gets good at eating

has a long tongue and will literally lick your g spot until youre cumming

Doesn’t stop there tho, he will still suck your clit like a ring pop even after you cum

“Papi, I finished” “I didn’t"

Will get pissed if you get up and he will grab your thighs and pull you back down

“Don’t stop me when I’m eating, mami"

You’re a stuttering mess when he’s done

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kennedyslvr · 10 months

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amp 🗯️ hobie brown x reader

★CW pretty fluffy actually, suggestive themes, slight nsfw, reader is a singer for hobie’s band & hinted to be virgin, hobie’s in it so deep for u but he’s hobie so he expresses it weird ♡ ★NOTES guys this was supposed to be a cute little drabble. this is 2k. help i love hobie but this is my FIRST time writing him so go easy on me!! do tell me tho if u liked it/the characterization! still tryna navigate but hobie is so beautiful im. ☹️🩵

hobie’s teaching you how to play the guitar.

clutched on his lap as he sits crosslegged, you listen intently as he instructs you where to put your fingers-

“hey, you see that right there?” he says, “called a fret, yeah. odd word for it, innit? you’ll feel none when you actually get to playing.”

the amp’s on the carpet just to the side, plugged into the wall, screeching to life with every tenuous flicker of your fingers.

it doesn’t sound pleasant, whatever you’re doing, but you trust hobie’s judgement. he’s your best friend, really like your whole world at this point- and he’d told you before that good things take time. rome wasn’t built in a day, and the strongest troops aren’t rallied overnight, are they?

it’s a process. beautiful and agonizing.

his left knee makes an odd shift beneath your underside as you crane your neck into the instrument, squinting in an attempt to better see the strings- hobie tells you that that’s not typically what you’re supposed to do, but he says he’ll let it slide this time considering you’re a starter and still getting used to the ropes. and he’s never been inclined to go hard on you anyway- sort of sours his spirit; he’d rather approach it gentle and receptive when it comes to your waters, much like the way you treat this impromptu little lesson now.

hobie’s breathing starts getting a little heavier as you play- and you’re not so good at it, but you’re eager to learn something else after one of the bandmates joked that the microphone you grip every show wasn’t really an instrument, and you’re getting frustrated that your hands can’t sow the same melodious, rock tunes that hobie’s can- because you want to be able to, and badly.

hobie is just way too cool. it’s not fair.

you wanna do what he can, maybe make him proud in the process- show him you’re not as useless as everyone else likes to peg you…

so although the idea is somewhat tempting, and despite thirty minutes of his dutiful ministry paying off very little, you refuse to quit.

and really, that in itself-…

well, that makes hobie’s chest swell behind you, but you wouldn’t know that, and he keeps otherwise quiet.

my girl, a prideful little half grin curls at his lips, the steely rungs there raising under the dim, busted lamplight.

(and you are.)

you refuse to give up, sure— but you are getting undeniably frustrated, so you start wiggling around more, shifting and rocking in his lap, spinning him this sad little pout that steadily loses its determined arch.

“ey, love, you’re not callin’ it quits already, are you? reckon you ought to give it a bit more.” he murmurs, and although it pulls a fragile whine from you that does absolutely nothing beneficial to the foreign, growing ache in his tummy, he means it as an encouragement.

“but hobie- i don’t want them to laugh at me,” you counter almost helplessly, because the crew had a penchant to pick on you relentlessly whenever hobie wasn’t right there at your side to scare them off- and that really managed to piss him off every time he found you curled up in a corner, alone or battling off tears.

the way you lit up, though, after he slipped you the first mildly-vulgar joke and flipped the rude bunch the bird, never failed to reassure him that you- and maybe him in extension, too- would be alright.

“laugh at you?” he scoffs, one of his shoulder blades jumping behind yours. “that sad lot is severely lacking in the comedy department, don’t ya think?”

you giggle, and a good chunk of that festering uneasiness within him fades.

sometimes it’s like all he can think about is abolishing things and slamming the flat underbelly of his guitar over someone’s stupid fuckin’ head- but you’re good at assuaging that niggling ache, somehow.

he likes that, the way you make him feel. and he doesn’t tell you enough, but-

“hey, don’t worry ‘bout any of ‘at, a’right? what they think doesn’t matter- just sit with me, yeah? just me and you.”

it takes a few moments for what he said to kick in. and really, what he said is only a fraction of what he pines to say at the top of his lungs.

maybe another time.

no, maybe- maybe if he could find the proper nerve-

hobie’s never been one to blanche at the call of danger or even the uproar of a crowd, but there’s just something about you that makes him wish he could plug himself into the wall and amplify his courage.

because he can’t do it on his own, and that bugs him. he should be able to, shouldn’t lean on you like he has been, that’s never been his style—

you murmur a soft assent, head tipping to place a brief, thankful kiss to his cheek, and hobie thinks he doesn’t mind.

no, not one bit.

he never believed in consistency anyway. there’s nothing wrong with having you, coveting you like he does…

his cheeks broil.

butterflies dance in his belly, bronze skin burgeoning with tiny little goosebumps that tell him even his material being reacts fondly, vividly, to you.

you’re his girl, he’s convinced, because he couldn’t stand it any other way.

the smell of you, lingering wafts of shea butter and something sweeter, too, like marshmallows, drags him in like waves lapping at a beach.

everything about you attracts him, he honestly thinks, like a moth to a flame- distantly he recalls one of miguel’s speeches (bless his soul, but he’s a bit lost) and the word canon comes to mind- fuck, that’s gotta be the word for you. the two of you were destined, supposed to happen from the very start. he usually would hate something like that, so preassigned and restrictive and claustrophobic.

and yet… labels never sounded so nice.

and everything about him glues itself to you and refuses to let go. you’ve never tried shrugging him off, though. so maybe he’s doing something right.

maybe.

“aight, see then?” (he has this way of jumping into things so suddenly, yet making it sound natural- even though to his own ears he’s blurting and fumbling.) “you got to cradle it, hold it right there, yeah? …just like ‘at.”

you hum thoughtfully, and there’s some inner part of him that finds your attentiveness completely adorable, shoving his nose in the ridge of your shoulder to hide the sheepish little grin that’s starting to form there.

and hickory brown eyes survey you just like that, peering down at your handiwork and- maybe the glorious bit of cleavage he can see from this angle through your tank top, too, but- c’mon, that’s completely besides the point.

(hey, what was the point again?)

you’re gorgeous, he finally admits, yet even then, he realizes with slow disappointment that that word doesn’t do you near enough justice.

that bugs him, too.

most things do, actually. s’why he schemes against them all.

“like this?” you timidly breathe, shifting in his lap once more- and he knows you’re not doing it on purpose, but—

your thighs catch and chafe against the unbidden bulge pitching in his trousers and—

“ffffff- blooody hell, fingers on the fretboard, love, oi- and quit movin, yeah? you want to prove them all wrong, don’t you?” he reminds, to which you resolutely nod, muttering a quick apology.

he hums lowly, willing himself to settle- or at least trying, “yeah. ‘cause i do. we can show ‘em both. here, remember to hold it right- just like-… see? you’re gettin’ the hang of it! my girl!”

…he’s never said it aloud before.

(…should he have kept it that way?)

he observes you carefully, then, his lashes fluttering against the smooth blade of your shoulder as he watches, waits, for something you do to tell him that he’s only on cloud nine- that you aren’t something that can be won or fought for, that can be only his. that no petition he signs could beckon you closer, that no totalitarian district he razes down to the earth could be enough to deserve you.

and hobie stares, at you, harder than he has any real right to.

and that blow never comes.

instead, the softest of smiles graces your lips, and you lean your back into him. melting like wax on candles into one another.

and it’s warm at your neck suddenly, his shallow breaths beating against the juncture of your collar, glittering piercings brushing into the pliant skin there.

unscathed, pure…

and he likes that, too… more than he should, probably. but he doesn’t want to stop.

“…feels nice, innit?” he can’t hide the small smile that carves into his cheeks when you finally play the first set of chords right, head hazy with the bubbly laugh you spout out (and maybe the way your ass digs into him in response, too).

“it looks even better on stage. you’ll rock their worlds, doll. spit in their autocratic faces like ’at. i’d like a front row seat to that show…”

you keen into hobie’s praise, sighing fondly as you briefly lean out of him- startling at the big hands that instinctually enclose around your hips- and gently set his guitar down, timidly pressing back into him.

“i did it, hobie,” you realize with a mild smile, your palms (so much tinier than his, he notes) leveling over his knees that support you.

his voice, unaffected per usual, rings pleasantly at your ear. “that you did, love,” and unexpectedly- you register the warmth of his lips dusting over your collar.

“proud of you,” he murmurs, and you can’t repress the violent shudder that rolls down your spine when his teeth join that sudden dance, mouth peppering appreciative kisses into your neck that convince you that he sincerely means what he says.

that shiver racks through the guitarist, too, brown eyes tipping back into his skull when he tries, persists, and inevitably elicits a whimsy moan from you.

“h-hobie,” you whimper, and it’s an effort for him to not toss his hips up against you, then, or even to shimmy you out of your panties and poke around for your most precious, untouched parts.

“wh- what’re we-?”

“sharing,” he says, and then he’s lunging into you, mashing his lips with yours- his bestest friend in the whole wide world- in a needy, entirely codependent kiss.

it goes by in a blur, after that.

not really because it’s fast, exactly, or even because you’re growingly tired and it’s approaching eleven pm, but because his lips feel so good against your skin, and his pointed words soften so naturally towards you that you can’t help but cave to them.

you sigh into his touch, hobie shifting you off his lap just to seamlessly lie you on your back.

he’s gentle, still, even when his now-unbearable boner nudges at your mid thigh, his eyes glinting a smoky brown. the only unpleasant thing, really, was the scratchy carpet beneath you, digging at your back- but you shortly end up arching it for him anyway, so you suppose it doesn’t really matter.

nothing does, now. just hobie brown, your boy, and the way he looks at you.

fuck, the way he looks at you—

you pant, lolling your head to the side as he tries for your lips- swiftly realizes you’re out of breath- and dejectedly darts for your top.

his hands pinch at the thin, skimpy bands there and tug just hard enough to unravel them from your shoulders, your breasts quickly popping free. it makes him happy, to know you’re comfortable enough to forego a bra whenever you crash at his place (which is more often than anyone would assume from you- as just really good, mildly tactile, very much clingy friends).

his cock, stirring in his trousers, relishes in that simple reality as well.

“oh, look at you, pretty,” he marvels, eyebrows knitting together unevenly when his fingers tentatively, receptively, roam to your cleavage.

“…yeah, i like that look.” he notes the slight flush to your cheeks and your adamance to avoid his eye. “but,” he knuckles away an errant lock of hair from your face, fondly contemplating the heat emanating there, “no need to be embarrassed now- not w’me, no.”

after sending you a weighty, searching look between your eyes, hobie ventures down a bit, wasting no time in taking a pert nipple into his mouth and thoughtfully swirling the nub with his tongue, a large hand massaging your other breast.

you sigh and mewl deliciously, and hobie’s eyes develop a heavy lid as they skim over you, dark lashes tickling supple, smooth, malleable flesh. he breathes a heady groan, screwing his eyes shut.

hobie’s nerves go haywire. his brain rippling with a million incoherent thoughts loosely translated to make love to her, his limbs feeling leaden and lazy- but it’s a pleasant feeling, his gut bubbling with arousal.

he unlatches from you with a quiet pop, hands rucking your top up your tummy so he can roam there, admiring and feeling and experiencing you.

“work of fuckin’ art, aren’t you,” he breathes, slowly dipping down down down, never breaking his eyes from yours as—

“h-hobie, i can’t play the guitar.”

hobie pauses abruptly.

almost like he’s been struck— half of his lower face moves as he sniffs, regarding you carefully. looking… waiting…

internalizing.

a soft, amused scoff looses from his chest. “and why’s ‘at? sounded just fine to me. you get your ears checked?”

watery hues finally muster up enough courage to meet his. and his are so much sharper than yours, dark and prominent and so fucking reverent as they sweep over you that it actually sort of stuns you.

you don’t deserve him, you think, he’s out of your league. and by a long, long shot.

beautiful, unshackled, artfully wild.

and yet… the striking clarity that he’s feeling the exact same for you is revolutionary.

your hand, quivering with the effects he laid upon you, finds his cheek. it’s simmering, too, bronze lit up with his blossoming desire, need branching out in so many layers- hunger on multiple, innate levels.

one level intakes and assimilates the masterpiece of you, wanting to dissect it and worship it, amplify it to the max.

…another, undoubtedly his more materialistic, humanly selfish one, sees the bountiful feast you bare him, and wants to devour until there’s nothing left.

your bottom lip wobbles; gets thwarted by the teeth you harshly take it in.

“they’ll laugh at us.”

hobie stares, stills completely. blinks two or three fast, fluttering blinks more than necessary.

ah, there it is.

his grin softens, or maybe deepens into one of a slightly different, sweeter sentiment. he doesn’t fully know. he’s not thinking about himself, honestly. just you. always you.

the sound of skin sliding over skin permeates the silent, dim room once more.

“oi,” he quips, and if there’s any part of you that wasn’t paying attention, it is now. “but no point worryin’ ‘bout whether you can play the guitar or not, yeah? …and fuck ‘em if they laugh- just twats in the hivemind. repeat after me-“

he punctuates, “fuck, ‘em, all.”

you heave a breathy giggle, hobie cracking a soundless little chuckle when you refuse to parrot his dirty language.

“yeeeeah,” he drawls, more to himself now than to you. “…too sweet for that, aren’t you..”

and when he purposefully settles into you again and places a single lingering kiss over your belly- pupils blown wide and swallowing up the syrupy pool below his lashes- what he’s really been wanting to tell you finally speaks for itself.

“it’s a’right, though,” hobie reassures again, insinuating his lanky body between your thighs. patiently prying them apart before sending you this half-smiling, utterly adoring look that steals the very breath from your lungs.

two of his long, slender fingers hook into your cotton panties,

“i can make you sing just fine.”

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hobie 🕷️🎸: 1 video

the video's dark. looks like it was shot somewhere that definitely reeks. but with your brightness all the way up, what's going on in the video.. is crystal fucking clear.

"i tried to wait, swear i did love, but i couldn't. couldn't stop thinkin' about you, and your pretty cunt." he’s not shy. even needy, he’s cocky and unashamed of what he’s doing. he’s got his hand wrapped around his cock, spider suit unzipped and pants unbuttoned, only hanging onto his waist because of his studded belt. his slim frame looks beautiful.

he's jerking himself off in a busted back alley, camera propped up on a window sill. his pretty tip is already leaking pre-cum, lithe fingers coming up to swipe it down, to make the slide easier.

"got hard thinkin' about you, had to dip off n' take care of it." he flashes a wicked smile, throwing his head back, exposing his neck. his hips cant into his fist, fucking the little circle he makes knowing he wishes he was fucking you instead.

"god, 'm just a fuckin' perv, ain i? pants pulled down in an alley, fuckin' my fist for you?" he chuckles, bringing his eyes down to gaze at the camera, and then down at his cock.

"shit, wish it was you, doll." he speeds up, moaning shakily. "'s not wet enough, need your pretty pussy," he groans. his hand leaves his cock, coming up to his mouth, and he spits, trying the best he can to simulate the wet warmth of your cunt. he looks so gorgeous, with his pretty dick with it’s pretty upward curve held tight in his hand.

he starts his pace again, fucking his fist with visions of you own your knees doing it for him instead flying through his mind, the sound of his own hand moving against his dick loud and unmistakable. he’s desperate, whiney, broken moans falling from his lips. he looks so good, happy trail just barely visible. his taut stomach flexes with his every thrust, the expanse of pretty brown skin looking beautiful even with the darkness of the video.

lips parted and slick with spit, dick hard and leaking for you, he looks the image of a god. your god. and yet, he’s pleading to you, begging for salvation that he knows he won’t receive until he gets back home. his fist’ll have to do for now.

and it does, as long as he keeps you in the forefront of his mind. and he does.

“‘m close already,” he murmurs, eyes fixed on where his cock disappears into his hand and comes out on the other side, swiping his thumb over his pretty brown tip. “shit, you’d make me cum so hard, know you would. jerk me so good i’d be shootin’ blanks.” he can’t help but laugh again, breathless and wanting.

“cum with me, yeah? know you’ve been touchin’ yourself to this— fuck, wish it was me instead. should be me, with my hands all over you.” his thrusts pick up, his hand speeds up too.

“‘m g’na cum, please cum with me, love, don’t w’na cum alone,” he whines, deep and sincere. “fuckfuckfuck,” he spills into his hand, moaning loud, throwing his head back again. he rambles mixed together letters of your name and wishes that you were here, that you were the one making him bust.

he comes down with a heaving chest, hand still stroking slowly at his cock. laughs start to rack through him, his eyes focusing back on his camera. wiping his hand off on a tattered piece of fabric with a blissed out look on his face, he pulls his suit back up and fixes his pants.

“hope you liked it, love,” is all he says before he ends the video, pretty face frozen on your phone screen.

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kennedyslvr · 10 months

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I forget that this man is a genius, I know him only for his uhmm ATTRIBUTED….

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hihi!!

could i request a vendetta leon x male (cis) reader?

maybe a kind of flirty and nice reader, cracking jokes to make leon embarrassed/shy

could turn nsfw 👀

and if so- can leon be kinda dominant but also desperate like i need that man to BEGGGG 🙏🙏

kinda like “please- i cant take anymore teasing, let me fuck you, pleasepleaseplease-“

so sorry if this is a mess

warnings: m.reader, sir kink, leon is kinda pervy, biting kink, begging by both people, old man leon is so silly

word count: 1187

note: i rlly hope u like this anon, got my meds in shape and i can finally write successfully!!!

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you were leon’s cute and energized partner, no one really knows how you two got along since your personalities should basically clash with one another. leon didn’t show it but he knew about your little antics towards him, you would constantly tease him with your physique, you would let your touch linger on him for a bit too long, and you would even laugh at his stupid jokes. leon would be lying if he said he hasn’t thought about shutting that pretty mouth of yours up, he constantly laid in his bed at ungodly hours of the night palming his cock pathetically. groaning your name while thinking about what your ass would feel like around his cock, how your mouth would feel, you drove him absolutely insane.

“leon you look terrible, did you sleep at all last night?” you asked, staring up at leon with fluttering lashes, it’s this early and you’re already teasing him!? “when you get to my age, you learn to think about other things other than sleeping.” he mumbled, obviously thinking about the way he came into a pair of your boxers that he had stolen from you. you let out a hum before stepping closer to leon, “what do you think about at night, old man?” his words got caught in his throat, what the hell was he going to tell you? ‘yeah i think about you choking on my cock while you beg me to flood your mouth and ass with cum!’ of course not!

“none of your business, kid.” he leaned in closer to you, making you smirk proudly. “do you think about me leon?” leon’s face starts to burn, he stood up straight while quickly turning away from you. “of course not, why would i ever-“ “don’t lie to me, leon.” you giggled making him still, he swore he was on the verge of passing out. you turned to you with an embarrassed look in his eyes, “i can hear you at night, you’re very loud y'know.”

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leon brought your dirty boxers to his face so he could inhale your sweet scent. he was such a pervert and he knew it, but he felt so good that he couldn’t care right now. you were in his mind always, you were like an annoying fruit fly that wouldn’t leave him alone. every pump of his hand made him groan loudly, promptly waking you up in the process. “what the hell…” you mumbled, thinking that someone must’ve stubbed their toe or something, but your guesses were very quickly proven wrong by leon calling out to you.

“fuck…so fucking tight, kid, fuck.” leon moaned out in ecstasy, your smell engulfed his senses making his whine into your stolen boxers. you pressed your ear against the wall to hear more of him, your own cock started to get painfully hard at the lewd sounds leon let slip from his mouth. you palmed at your sensitive cock, trying to keep it calm and to feel any type of friction.

leon sped up his movements, his hips bucking up to meet his hands, he was so desperate to reach his release that he continued to get louder. he didn’t care if he was loud right now, all he cared about were his filthy thoughts about you. “fuck baby, i’m gonna cum. you’re gonna make me fucking cum- fuck!” leon’s back arched off the bed as ropes of cum shot out of his cock, he stroked himself through his orgasm, whining and panting like a dog at the overstimulation.

“…shit.” you heard leon curse from your room, followed by footsteps and running water. this would be fun to tease him about tomorrow, you thought.

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leon hissed at your finger slowly moving down his torso, he grabbed your wrist making you flinch. “if you’re gonna touch me-“ he placed your hand over his hardened cock, “touch me right, baby.” leon grabbed the back of your neck to pull your mouth onto his, the kiss was sloppy and desperate. he pressed his cock desperately into your own, it was aggressive and made you whine. you pulled back from the kiss with a smirk on your face, “needy are we, sir?” “close your mouth.” he mumbled while slipping your pants down, fumbling to get his own pants off. he wanted to feel you close to him, he just wanted to feel every inch of your skin in his hands.

“leon, can you sit for me?” you asked, flirtatious tone making leon’s ears go red. be grumbled a bit before sitting himself on the couch, you straddled his lap with a small smirk on your face, he looked at you with suspicious eyes. “hold on to something, sir.” “what the hell are you-“ his sentence was interrupted by a loud moan, as you dunk yourself down on his cock he brought his hands to your hips, squishing the skin in his hands. you held onto his shoulders with a shaky smile, trying to act tough while his cock was kissing your prostate was surprisingly difficult. leon was waiting for you to move, waiting to feel your insides glide around his cock, but nothing.

you were simply grinding his cock inside you, rolling your hips in small circles. leon leaned forward to capture your neck in his teeth, this was better than anything he’s ever imagined, for a moment he thought he was dreaming with how good your insides felt. he quickly got impatient though, trying to lift your hips up only to be met with a smack on the hand. “cmon baby, this is fucking torture.” he whined into your ear, “please let me fuck you, i cant do this grinding shit anymore. please please, pretty please?” he begged, still sucking and nibbling your neck, leaving pretty bruises.

“jeez, been awhile since you’ve gotten your dick wet huh-“ leon thrusted upwards making you moan out in shock, he got tired of waiting, he was going to go crazy if he didn’t have you right then and there. “god baby, you feel so good…so fucking tight f’me.” he groaned still pounding up into you, each thrust earned slutty moans and whimpers. you locked your arms around leon’s neck, trying to kiss him but he pulled away, “nuh uh, how do you ask?” he's so mean. you whined at his tone, you felt yourself get closer to your high, you were shaking and practically pleading with leon. “p-please kiss! i-i wanna kiss you wh-while we cum! please?” you begged making him smile, he quickly pulled your mouth into his with a groan. your body trembled as your orgasm tore through you, your back arched, chest hitting leon’s as you finally let go.

leon let you cuddle into him, he wrapped his strong arms around your shaking body. he whispered sweet nothings in your ears, drawing shapes into your back with. he smirked to himself, he let you simmer down for a second so he wouldn’t overwhelm you, he still hasn’t cum yet. plus, he still has to teach you a lesson about teasing him, he didn’t forget about that part at all.

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