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#OMG MY HAIR.... AND MY EYES ARE HALF LIDDED
sweetiecutie · 6 months
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Part three: daddy kink~ 🩷Kinktober Masterlist🩷
Pairing: Keegan P Russ x fem! Reader
Warnings: NSFW, mdni choking, spitting, daddy kink, size kink, omg this is nasty I like it
The sound of headboard hitting repeatedly against the wall filled clammy space of the room, your wanton moans along with Keegan’s heavy breathing bounced off tall walls around, going back straight into your ears.
Keegan’s mighty body was covering all of your smaller frame, his stomach was pressed against yours half-laying on top of you, allowing you to feel his abs flexing and relaxing with every deep breath he took. One tattooed hand was wrapped around your throat, squeezing the sides slightly, making it harder for blood to flow through your carotid artery. This made you lightheaded - your head buzzed with some undecipherable feeling, white hog of pleasure covering your eyes along with Keegan’s lengthy cock ramming in and out of your drooling cunt, causing your senses to sharpen and your toes curl in pure bliss.
Bright euphoria sparkled up and down your spine as grip of Keegan’s hand around your throat loosened - such needed oxygen rushed to your brain; your swollen lips parted in a silent moan, unseeing eyes half-covered by heavy lids, letting pleasure consume you whole. It all just felt too good - Keegan’s hips were angled perfectly against yours, his leaking tip was nudging that one spot deep within you, his thumb never stopping its abuse on your poor clit.
Hand around your neck came up to cup your chin - a thumb on one cheek and four fingers on the other squeezed your face slightly, preventing you from closing your mouth. Your vision came in focus just as you saw a thick white glob of spit falling from Keegan’s lips, next moment you felt its warmth on your tongue. His fingers covered your lips then, Russ leaned closer towards you, his lips brushing your temple as he murmured:
- Swallow, - his raspy voice made your pussy clench, eliciting a small grunt and then a laugh out of Keegan’s throat. You swallowed, opening your mouth afterwards to prove that you didn’t loose a single drop. - Thants my good girl, so eager to please daddy, just my perfect slut, yeah? Tell me.
- ‘m daddy’s slut, - you mumbled up incoherently, mind hogged with feeling your fourth orgasm bubbling up within your stomach.
- Louder. Scream it so our neighbours hear, - Keegan said, smirking at your fucked out expression. You both knew that your neighbours’ living room was right next to your bedroom - a nice middle aged couple, a balding man’s eyes always lingering on you for too long - there was no way they wouldn’t hear. - Come on, don’t make me wait.
- I’m daddy’s slut, fuck I’m daddy’s desperate slut! - you cried out, feeling your orgasm approaching rapidly. Your back arched off the bed, up into Keegan’s strong body. The corners of his cold blue eyes crinkled at your words, wide grin plastered across that handsome motherfucking face, enjoying how fucked-out you already were.
- That’s it, doll. Cum on that dick, make daddy happy, - his pace never once faltered, fucking you into and through your mind-blowing high, holding your shaking body tightly, keeping you right underneath him - just where you belonged. He only stopped when you began to writhe and whine under his touch, his calloused thumb rubbing against your swollen clit being too much to take.
Keegan straightened up, sitting on his haunches with his dick still buried deep inside your cunt, piercing eyes gazing down onto your pliant body, occasional post-coital shudders still tumbling though you. Warm hand splayed across your heaving tummy, covering almost all of it - with how fucking bigger he was than you - gliding up to your ribcage and sternum, turning left and gripping a handful of soft tit. You were laying still, trying to catch your breath, your eyes peeled open to look up at Keegan - his skin shone with thin layer of sweat, short strands of black hair stuck to his forehead, a few bright marks you left bloomed on that pale neck of his.
He smirked upon meeting your eyes; a sudden thrust of his hips made you yelp in both surprise and pleasure, drilling his dick even deeper into you.
- Come on, princess. Daddy’s not done with you yet. Still gotta let that dickhead of a neighbour know just who you belong to, right?
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bigfatbimbo · 1 month
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HELLO OMG I ADORE U SM LIKE-❤❤
aside from my endless love and appreciation for you, i'd also like to make a request if that's okay!, it's also gonna be NSFW and kinda shameless so my apologies if it's kida weird- IM NEW TO THIS REQUESTING STUFF AND ITS ALWAYS SO AWKWARD ASKING FOR STUFF LIKE THIS😭 (grammar mistakes are also possible, english is my second language and my keyboard is dyslexic)
I'm having MAJOR sub Lucifer brainrot and would LOVE to read anything with my needy boy in it<3 had a specific scenerio where he's being edged to the point he's crying and trashing around a little as he's begging. For what?, he doesn't know, he's just whining and whimpering for anything at this point, just whining for his mommy to touch him and that it hurts so much but it's so good<33 ending with soft aftercare where he slowly comes out of his subspace by sucking on and groping mommys tits, falling asleep in a peaceful cuddle :)
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a/n — I’m so sleepy right now, so apologies for any grammar mistakes. I’ve looked over it twice but i’m genuinely scared for when I reread this tomorrow morning.
summary — Lucifer being mercilessly edged before sucking on the readers tits to fall asleep.
warnings — Fem!reader, use of the word mommy, sub Lucifer, edging, dom reader, obviously
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“Mommy, please, nngh—“ Lucifer squirms on the bed, “I’ve been such a good boy.”
“And you’ll continue to be one, at least until I say you can cum,” you coo down at him all too sweetly. He whines pathetically and bucks his cock up into your hand.
At this point you’d been edging him for hours, sucking him off, riding him, and now giving him a simple hand job. Surprisingly, Lucifer had held strong this whole time.
You couldn’t lie, you were fully expecting to have to punish him for coming prematurely but he had held himself together this whole time. You could only assume he’d just wanted to be good for you that bad.
It almost made you pity him. He squirmed and thrashed around on the bed below you, a slick layer of sweat coating his forehead as he held himself back. His hair fell on his forehead in messy tangles and his cheeks were stained with tears.
He looked absolutely wrecked, ready and willing to do your bidding. Of course, if it meant he could finally cum.
“Ungh, mommy, help me, please. Please—“ He pleaded desperately, sniffing loudly and choking on his own spit, “Please I can’t hold off…”
His sentence trailed off as he found it increasingly hard to form words, let alone coherent thoughts. 
“I know sweetie, and you’ve been so patient and good for me,” you praise, rubbing your hand on the tip of his dick as precum leaked out. 
He whimpered and arched his back into your touch. His crying and sniffling was only interrupted by the inconsistent muttering of the word ‘mommy’ over and over again.
“So pretty like this, absolutely wrecked and desperate. My pretty boy,” you remark, jerking him off faster, “You’re so beautiful, baby.”
He cried out, moaning and sobbing and he through his head back into the pillow.
You shush him, “Have you had enough, sweetheart? Do you think it’s time for you to cum?”
He nods his head vigorously and lets out tears of relief at the thought of finally being permitted to release. 
“Yes, nngh—“ he whines, “—mommy, please. ‘ve been so good.”
“Yes you have, Lucifer,” you caress his face with your free hand, “It’s time for you to let go baby. You’re allowed.”
You barely get your sentence out before Lucifer arches his back, throws his head into the pillows once more, and releases.
Falling back, breathless, he lays there and waits for your touch. 
It doesn’t take long for you to take a spot next to him, brushing his hair from out of his face, “My pretty boy, you did so good for mommy.”
Lucifer whines and curls up, laying his head on your lap and gazing up at you with half lidded eyes.
You stroke his hair and coo down praises at him, telling him how well he took everything and how proud of him you are.
It was only when you were just about to get up and clean the bed, Lucifer lifted his head up and hovered his hand over your exposed tits. 
“May I have one?” Lucifer practically whispers, clearly not at all recovered from his submissive headspace.
You hesitate, but you figure it’d be easier to clean up after he falls asleep so you can just move him to the side. 
Happily, you smile down at him and nod, “Of course, baby. Help yourself.”
He doesn’t waste time before latching onto your tit and sucking lazily. He moans slightly as he gropes the other one with his hand.
You rub his back and pull him closer, “Good boy. You look so pretty sucking on mommy’s tits like this.”
He whimpers against you and his lips start to move sloppily. It was clear Lucifer was being lured into a deep sleep, just as you expected. 
His movements got slower and slower, just as your praise turned into quiet whispers of approval. 
Finally he stopped moving, gradually falling limp against your chest. You take a moment to admire him sleeping before moving him aside to cleanup.
You softly clean Lucifer’s sleeping body in order to not wake him up, and make sure there aren’t any lingering liquids on the sheets around you.
After doing one finale scope of the area, you crawl in bed next to him and pull him into your chest, spooning him gently.
He was so pretty like this, sleeping safe and soundly next to you. 
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a/n — The idea of Lucifer with a mommy kink intrigues me heavily. You guys gotta let me cook on the physiological reasons why he’s into it though.
Can’t think of any at the moment but i’m tired and he’s a fucked up little guy. So i’m sure there are some
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st4rgzer · 4 months
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THE FIRST TIME matt sturniolo
summary: you come to terms with the use of pet names, finally
genre: fluff
cw!: just kissing
a/n: I have to stop writing fics when I have to go to sleep.
“some part of me came alive, the first time that you called me baby”
I was never really fond of pet names, in fact, every time I heard someone call their partner “bunny” or “baby” i physically felt repulsed, the feeling of intimacy being a cursed subject to me. They never rolled off my tongue as smoothly as others would do so, maybe cause I never heard them much growing up.
My head was placed between his collarbone and his stomach, laid down on the sofa watching as Matt scrolled down his fyp, quietly observing fondly. I rarely craved affection, or asking for it. But with Matt it was kind of like second nature, his hand fit so comfortably in mine, my head in the crook of his neck, like the missing puzzles to a jigsaw I had so yearningly wanted to complete for an eternity.
His hand stroked my hair gently, easing the tension I had built up throughout the busy, busy day i’d had. I hummed peacefully, fluttering my eyes closed, as his fingers treaded lightly against my scalp.
When suddenly he stopped doing so.
“baby why’d you stop?” I mumbled with my eyes half lidded. He looked at me surprised, wide eyed.
“did you just call me baby?” He laughed slightly, sitting up straighter.
“maybe?” I questioned, wincing at the realization that the word “baby” the word I had scribbled out of every romance book cause it killed the mood every time. Had just ever so easily rolled off my tongue, as if i’d said it 100 times prior.
He grinned at me, wrapping his arm around my shoulder, squeezing it slightly, and brushing his nose against my neck before placing a sweet, lingering kiss on my cheek. I was relieved he passed on the subject discreetly instead of having to discuss it like it was a big thing, but weirdly, the pet name hadn’t felt weird coming out my mouth, in fact, it felt natural. Strange how one person can change so much your opinions on vast things, even when you’re so keenly set on it.
“Matt?” He hummed softly. “I think I liked calling you “baby”” I said, stuttering slightly before the last word.
“yeah?” He asked, enthusiastic about me coming to terms with something he loved so dearly. He’d do it way too often, regularly using “baby”, “darling”, “babe” more than my own name, I didn’t complain, it felt right coming from me, it was sweet.
I smiled at my accomplishment to actually be able to do so as well, I loved him, and I wanted to express it with little words too.
a/n: i realized it sounds like that “omg did you call me baby? maybe, is that ok?” song. Also i apologize for this. It’s 11pm.
taglist: @gabbylovesreading @dwntwn-strnlo @oneirophobic @iha8you @lovelysturniolo @lvrsparadise @ifilwtmfc @stvrni0lo @ssturniolo @strniolo
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k-hotchoisan · 4 months
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Omg I need to see 24. Cowgirl with Yunho
And if there is a video with it 👀👀
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23. Cowgirl with Yunho or Cowgirl with Wooyoung
Awww I wish I did have a video but I don’t ~ but point still stands, save a horse, ride a cowboy (yunho)
Heheh enjoy!
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Genres/Warnings: smut, Drabble, riding, cream pies, unprotected sex, dirty talk, size kink, bulge kink
Taglist: @bro-atz @diamond-3
K’s 500 this or that masterlist here!
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You came up with the idea of riding him, and the idea was brought up so casually, as if you were talking about what you had for lunch the day before, because Yunho had food go down the wrong pipe when he heard it. You blinked at him, confused at his confusion. Yunho is a pretty sizable male, and riding him was something you always wanted to try, and mostly because Yunho has never initiated you to ride him.
“Are you sure about that? I really don’t want to hurt you”, Yunho double confirms as he downs a glass of water. You nod. If missionary already had you clawing the sheets and screaming, just fucking imagine how riding him would be like. But of course, you would never say that to your partner.
Yunho rests his head against the pillows that press against the headboard, both hands flat by his sides. He doesn’t really know where to put them. You told him to just relax, but obviously it was a sentiment to yourself. He‘s rock hard and you’re soaking wet, and the both of you naked, might as well go all out. He’s groaning when you’re sucking him off, your doe eyes sending him into a spiral when his cock disappears in your mouth. You pull off when you see him grip the sheets.
“You can grab my hair you know”, you say before engulfing his cock whole again, and Yunho’s pretty hands immediately tangle with your hair, tugging gently as he tries to catch his breath.
“Shit, that’s so fucking good”, Yunho grunts, pushing your head down deeper as his cock hits the back of your throat. He twitches in you and give his cock a couple of bobs before you completely pull out, and Yunho releases your hair as he attempts to catch his breath. You’re slightly more comforted that he’s more lubed up at least. Yunho had fucked you with his fingers before you had him tugging your hair from the blowjob—another comfort.
You don’t know why you’re nervous now that you’re staring right into Yunho’s eyes as you climb onto him to straddle his lap. His hands are on your face, both thumbs stroking your cheeks. “We’ll take it slow okay?” He reminds you and you bite your lip as you nod.
Fuck’s sake, his cock is fucking huge now that you’re just looking down at it comparing to your pussy.
But at the same time, the thought of it just splitting you open just gradually turns your brain into mush.
You squat over his cock, as you slowly push in his tip in, feeling the pressure, yet at the same time, the more you take his cock in, the more fucking amazing it feels—the way your walls are hugging his cock snug and tight.
You look up at him, and your heart pounds even more—Yunho’s half lidded, panting slightly more, his core is tightening as well as his grip on your hips. For a moment, you worry that he’s suddenly faint.
“Are you okay babe? Should I stop?” You ask, with his cock half way in.
Yunho shakes his head immediately, as if desperate. “Fuck, don’t you fucking stop. Please.”
Ah, you get it now. And so you sink in deeper, and he gets even thicker. Your hands claw Yunho’s shoulder the moment his big cock is fully in you, and you gasp.
It’s taking Yunho everything he has not to just fucking cum in you—you’re so tight and warm around him.
“Fuck, fuck, fuck”, Yunho curses, his head sinking into the pillows. His cock is pretty much bulging when he’s inside of you and you’re biting back a cry from how filled you feel. He’s so fucking big. For a moment, the both of you stay still, the only thing you hear are pants from the both of you—well mostly Yunho trying to control his breathing.
“I’m gonna move now”, you try your best to voice out, and Yunho’s grip on your thighs loosen, and he nods through half-lidded eyes.
You begin to grind your hips, and soft moans escape your lips whenever you feel Yunho’s cockhead drag along your walls. Yunho’s breath is ragged, but his hands still finds yours on his shoulder and he intertwines his fingers with yours.
“You’re taking all of me in you so well,” he sighs, kissing the back of your hand. “You feel so fucking amazing, babe.”
Soon enough, you’re lifting your hips and bouncing off his cock, your moans straight up turning into screams from the way Yunho’s impaling you. Yunho places your hands on his shoulders while his own slides down to your hips.
“So deep”, you sigh as you bite your lip, feeling the way his cockhead presses onto your cervix every time he drives his cock right into you. Yunho cups your face and pulls you in gently to plant kisses along your jaw as his hips thrust into you, and fireworks begin to burst behind your eyelids. Euphoria is beginning flood your senses as your abdomen tightens.
Yunho feels the way you’re starting to flutter around his cock, so he keeps up the pace, his eyes darting at the way his cock is pushing a bulge when you’re fully seated on him.
Your fingers are leaving scratches on his shoulders. Yunho strokes your sides, shutting his eyes to fight off the urge to just fucking breed you, and he coaxes you in the softest tone,
“Are you gonna cum for me? Cum for me, baby. It feels so good, right?”
And you snap, your orgasm hitting you in waves as your thighs shake violently, your walls squeezing Yunho’s dick as he holds your legs down, making sure you cum on every inch of his cock.
Your eyes roll back and cries pour out of you as you lean forward with your arms wrapped around his neck. Yunho kisses your ear as he strokes your hair from behind, whispering sweet nothings into your ears, encouraging you to release all over his cock.
“Fuck, yes, yes. So fucking good. Oh my god, fuck”, are the words that only leave your lips before Yunho begins lifting you ass up again to fuck you from below and your mind is completely broken from the overstimulation.
Soon, Yunho is groaning and panting himself, desperate to chase his orgasm and he’s slightly more aggressive—biting and licking up your neck while desperately rutting into you until a cry escapes him as he stills in you.
“Cumming babe. Oh fuck”, he sighs, letting his release spurt your walls as his dick twitches after each load.
The both of you stay in that position for awhile before you pull away, taking Yunho’s face into your hands and giving him a peck on his nose, which he returns with a full on kiss.
“I think this might be my favourite position”
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destructive-path · 4 months
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Time to pretend - E.W.
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summary- You and Ellie pretend to be someone your not for each others sake.
a/n: This isn’t my best work but I was so stuck on the concept I had to see it through. I hope you enjoy nonetheless. This isn’t proofread pls dont come for me im lazy.
tags -NSFW. 18+ ONLY MDNI. vers!ellie , sub!reader, smoking marijuana , drinking, talks of sex, SMUT , fingering , humping , college!ellie , college!reader, somewhat shy!reader and a deliciously cocky!ellie…acquaintances to lovers type beat. Ellie needs it BAD omg.
“How many days has it been now?”
Your auburn haired acquaintance stumbles in to the chair next to you. The harsh dropping of her backpack on the classroom floor makes you flinch, you can feel the negative aura oozing off her. She looks exhausted, mind body and soul. Her hair is half way tied back in a low effort bun and strands of hair frame her face messily. A soft huff of air leaves her lips in a upwards gust due to the protruding of her jaw, the strands of hair slightly part in a way that makes her face more visible. She shakes the remainder of the loose hair out of her face to where you can see her face more prominently.
A soft purple hue decorates the underside of her eyes, giving away the lack of sleep she must have received last night. While you feel bad for her current state, you cant help but notice how it almost suits her. How someone could make looking like you just had the life sucked out of you so appealing, was beyond you. You cursed whatever god that didn’t bless you with the ‘effortlessly attractive in any scenario’ gene. She brings the heels of her hands to her eyes and rubs the heaviness of her lids away to the best of her ability, then turns towards your direction and watches as you calculate the answer to her question in your head.
“Twelve.”
You sigh after a moment. Bracing yourself for her reaction, knowing your answer would only further the helplessness you sensed from the woman.
“Shit.”
Twelve days.
Twelve miserable days since you and Ellie (the woman to your left) had been dumped by your partners.
You two should’ve seen it coming.
You and Ellies significant others were best friends. Thats how you and Ellie met for the first time. You remember the way your ex went on and on about how amazing their best friend was. How close they had been since a young age, and how she had been there for them through thick and thin. It was hard for you to not feel some sort of jealousy, how could you live up to that standard when the position seemed to be filled already? You shook it off and put your faith in your partner, surely nothing would happen between the duo if it hasn’t already, right?
Wrong.
On the night you had planned to meet your Exs ‘bestie’ they had warned you it was going to be a double date. However, 10 minutes after your arrival, you realized your companion for the evening would not be your own. The two were, to say the least, close. Very close. You werent sure how you had gone this long without meeting her in the first place. Of course you had heard lots about your exs friend, but the honey moon phase had consumed you two, prolonging you meeting the person they held in such high regard. Coincidentally, it wasnt a problem between the friends. Just as you and your Ex became close so did Ellie and the infamous “bestie”. Leaving the four of you to become wrapped up in your relationships until that day.
During that first double date you got to know a little bit about Ellie because your partners had completely ditched the both of you to catch up. They were so wrapped up in one another they had forgotten to introduce you and Ellie. Luckily they didn’t need to, you recognized her from your art history course.
You had seen some of Ellies art here and there, particularly taking a liking to her sculptures. She was infamous for being good with her hands…in more ways than one.
Throughout the night you and Ellie would get to know each other due to the nature of your significant other’s conversation. Their banter was filed with long stories about things the other missed during the last few months. You will never forget what Ellie whispered in your ear that night. You two had become so consumed in watching them interact a little too intimately that Ellie leaned into you and whispered a soft
“I think we are in trouble”
nodding towards the increasingly affectionate “platonic” duo, sealing your fate.
Fast forward to twelve days ago. The day on which you and Ellie had found out your partners were leaving you, for each other.
It was hard to ignore. The constant hangouts with the four of you had become default. You never saw your partner without the other two accompanying you. Awkward moments you and Ellie would share became so regular that you began to hang out on your own every once and awhile. It was always something small like studying at a local coffee shop, or walking to your art history class together. One day when Ellie didn’t meet up with you at your usual spot before class and when you went to give her a call, you were met with a text on your screen that read;
911. ditch class. come to mine. ASAP.
Upon your arrival to Ellies you were winded from running/jogging/speed walking across campus. After a sturdy knock on Ellies door you were met with a disheveled looking Ellie and two guilty looking faces sitting on the couch that belonged to your partners. Ellie grabs your wrist and pulls you to them.
“Tell them.”
Shes shooting an icy stare at the pair that deepens their look of guilt. After a few moments of silence they muster enough courage to tell you they had fallen in love and wanted to give things a “shot”. Amongst other excuses that made your skin crawl. Things like “We owe it to ourselves to be happy” and “We don’t know what happened” and “Its nothing you did.” Ellie didn’t let the act go on for too long before kicking the pair out after hearing enough.
Leaving you two to where you were now. Single and miserable in art history class.
“Yeah. Its crazy you think I would feel a little better by now, but something about someone you thought you were in love with leaving you for her their best friend really makes this whole healing process much worse.”
“Well at least you don’t have to feel that pain by yourself right? I mean you could always be suffering alone, but at least we both feel like death.”
“So true, thanks for having a shitty ex so I don’t have to be miserable and lonely alone, Ellie.”
“Anytime”
Theres a new lightness to you both. The self deprecating humor paints a little color back into Ellies dreary demeanor. Truth is, you were grateful to have each other, but you both would be lying if you said you didn’t miss your ex’s. There was too many good times, intimate moments shared that you both couldn’t shake from your heads. You both wish things would go back to the way things were, but that would never happen. So instead you coped together.
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As class came to an end, you and Ellie had gathered all your things and walked towards the door. With each step out the classroom, you began to dread the oncoming depressive episode due to the loneliness that is going home to an empty apartment. These last few days the pit in your stomach had grown so large anytime you were alone you were afraid the hole would consume you.
“Hey, Can I maybe come over to yours for a bit? I really don’t feel like being alone.”
You ask Ellie in a pitiful tone. Your pleading eyes meet her tired ones as you wait for a reply. She smiles at you, Ellie enjoys that she can be your saving grace in these trying times.
“Of course. Plus I may have already gotten us a frozen pizza…Wanna get high and watch a movie while shoving our faces with unhealthy food?”
You smile softly and follow Ellie out the building. Ellie was always thoughtful like this. You had never met someone so caring, so willing to be of service whenever you needed.
“Sounds perfect, Ill bring the ice cream, and the tequila. Can I crash on your couch? I plan on getting more crossed than Jesus.”
She laughs at this and pats the side of your arm in a teasing nature. You twist dramatically as if the pat affected you more than it actually did, it’s playful.
“Yeah no problem, See you in a few?”
You agree with a nod, then turn on your heels to go to your place to grab a overnight bag.
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You arrive at Ellies place bags in hand. After shuffling your belongings to free your hand, you give the door a rhythmic knock and wait for her to open it.
You had spent the night here only once before on accident. The day you were dumped. That night you and Ellie had shared so much rage it had made you both fall asleep on her couch after countless hours of talking major shit about your exs. You would come over from time to time since then but not too frequently because you and Ellie still weren’t extremely close. The whole situation added a layer of awkward between you two. However, it also a layer of understanding. It was nice for the both of you to have someone who knew exactly what you were going through.
“Hey you. Come inside.”
Ellie gestures for you to enter her apartment. As you walk in, the smell of weed and meat lovers pizza fills your nostrils.
“God please tell me you already rolled.”
You glance at Ellie and watch as she reaches behind her ear to grab a neatly rolled joint that was carefully tucked there. She places it between her lips and raises her eyebrows up and down while giving you a goofy sort of smile, the joint bouncing at the thinning of her mouth. Her slender, long hands slither into the pocket of her jeans and pulls out a silver zippo lighter. She opens the lid with a snap of her arm and brings the flame up to the joint. Ellie inhales deeply and lights the tip carefully, cupping the flame to insure the wind from the ceiling fan doesn’t complicate this process. Finally, the joint emits an orange hue, she takes one more hit before blowing a cloud of smoke upward. There it is again. Effortless attractiveness.
Ellie hands the joint to you, bowing slightly.
“M’lady”
You pluck the joint from her fingertips and laugh at her mannerisms.
“Why thank you ser.”
You retort. As you bring the joint up to your lips you make way to the couch in the middle of Ellie’s apartment. You plop down on the sofa and inhale deeply letting the smoke fill your lungs. Once you had taken in as much as you can muster you hold the smoke in for a moment and let your head fall backwards onto the back of the couch. Then you exhale.
“Pizza should be ready in five. You know what movie you want to watch?”
You take one more hit and think about Ellies question. The spinning of the ceiling fan occupies your cloudy thoughts for a little then you exhale once your mind settles on your answer.
“Alien.”
Ellie quickly turns her head towards you.
“God I love Sigourney Weaver.”
She shakes her head in awe and makes her way to grab the joint from you. You watch as she hits it twice, ghosting the second time (quite well).
“Me too. She was my second gay awakening.”
Ellie raises her eyebrows at your statement and passes you the joint.
“Second?”
You take it and hit it before answering.
“Yes I had my first gay awakening, then I watched alien and became like way more gay after that.”
You pass it back.
“Who was your first?”
You start to giggle as you feel the weed infiltrating your system and try to think back to when you were younger.
“Her name was Sarah Miller and it was in the 6th grade. She had just moved to my school a week before the winter formal. I realized I had never seen anyone so beautiful after she showed up to the dance in this purple dress.”
You laugh harder and reminisce for a moment.
“I remember I was so obsessed with her after that, it had gotten so bad to the point where she switched out of our math class because of me. Then she packed up and moved back to Austin at the beginning of 7th grade.”
Ellie hands the joint back to you.
“Damn. Thats kinda sad.”
You take two quick puffs before offering it back to her, she declines and you put it out to be finished later.
“Eh it was a quick crush, plus I had Sigourney to get me through.”
Ellie stands up and goes to the kitchen to find two shot glasses in her cabinet. She returns with two full shots of tequila and places one in front of you and holds her glass up.
“To Sigourney.”
You follow her actions.
“May she cure our little gay hearts once more.”
You clink the glasses together delicately to insure nothing is spilt and then slam the shot back as quick as possible.
“Bleh.”
You shake your head and wipe your mouth with the back of your hand. As you place the glass on the table in front of you, your mind becomes fuzzy. The warm light emitting from the string lights draped around the living room blur in and out of focus. You can already feel the effects of the substances in your system, which is what you wanted. You just didn’t expect it to happen so fast. Ellie had created an extremely cozy, welcoming atmosphere in her home that was just perfect for you to relax in. You felt comfortable here, safe. You sink a little further into the couch with a satisfied hum.
“Ill grab the pizza, can you put on the movie?”
You nod and grab the remote off the table to turn on your favorite sci fi film.
After a moment Ellie returns with pizza in hand. She places it on the table and hands you a plate. Then, she grabs the blanket draped behind your head and spreads it over the two of you. As the two of you get more comfortable you can feel your muscles relax, the feeling of company easing your tense body by the second.
You take one last quick glance at Ellie, her side profile is barely illuminated by the dark nature of the movies scenery. The feeling of gratitude over comes you for a fleeting second at the tiniest look at her freckled cheeks, then the movie grabs your attention and distracts you from the butterflies forming in your stomach. Ellie can feel you staring, but decides to ignore it and prays it’s dark enough in the room that you don’t see her blush.
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“I know it was probably some man that put her in that tank top and underwear, but my god she looks so good in the white on white, like that outfit was made for her.”
Ellie stands up as the credits roll and goes to grab the dirty dishes and brings them to the kitchen.
You grab the remote and turn the TV off. The living room has a much more mutually comfortable vibe to it. Throughout the movie more tequila shots and joints were consumed leaving you both in a cross faded state. You could feel the awkwardness dissipate around 10 minutes into the movie.
“I am no better than a man.”
Ellie chuckles and returns to the couch next to you. Due to the alcohol running through her veins she sort of stumbles onto the couch falling close to you. You both laugh at her slightly tipsy mannerisms as she repositions so that her arm is draped behind your head and her body rotates towards you.
The smell of Ellie is impossible to ignore, her breath is tequila and her body is musk. All too intoxicating. She is a little too close for your composure to be kept completely under wraps. You wont protest the closeness of course, not entirely mad at the situation. She bends the arm behind your head at the elbow and you watch as she rests her head on her fist, then lets out a deep sigh.
“You know what the worst part of being newly single is?”
“The horniness.”
Your composure had left the building. You had the tequila to thank for that. Why did you have to say the first thing that came to mind?
“Yes! Whats up with that? I feel like a animal in heat or something.”
You scoff at her words. Of course her mind was where yours was.
“Oh my god Ellie.”
“No but seriously! Before I was able to get by fine, but now its like nothing subsides the constant need for sex.”
“Honestly I think its just the fact that we dont have anyone to fuck whenever we want. Something about losing an outlet for that sexual release makes it worse in my opinion. It as in the horniness…”
Ellie takes what you say in for a moment, taking note of the blossoming heat radiating off your cheeks. She is shocked by your slightly vulgar and honest response. But you’re not wrong, it had been excruciatingly hard for Ellie to not have someone to fuck or to fuck her.
Then you can see a wave of sadness overcoming her as she reaches for her rolling tray. You don’t have to ask what is going on in her head right now because the same thing is going on in yours. You miss your Ex. You miss fucking and being fucked. You miss being held and kissed and loved. You miss it all and you feel shitty that you do because you shouldn’t. You shouldn’t miss someone who hurt you in that way. You shouldn’t want to be back with them but truthfully, you would’ve done anything to get them back.
“Sometimes I just miss being held, you know that safe feeling? Like god I miss spooning and cuddling.”
You watch as Ellie nods in agreement as she licks the seal of the joint she just rolled. Maybe it’s the mixture of substances running through your system but you catch yourself staring at her tongue for a little too long. It pulsates slightly as it travels across the top of the frail paper. When she secures the joint with the roll of her fingers and begins to twist it shut her words snap you out of your trance.
“I miss sex so much.”
“Okay Ellie we get it your horny.”
“Sorry! Just, fuck, I don’t know it’s starting to make me angry. Im so pent up I literally want to punch people sometimes.”
You wince at that. Luckily you had overcome that angry sort of phase fairly quickly at the beginning of your breakup. Now you were just left with the feeling of need. The need to have someone hold you and make you feel consumed in their warmth.
“Well don’t punch me.”
“Ha! No promises, unless…you let me fuck you.”
“So my options are get fucked by you or get punched by you? This doesn’t feel like much of a deal that benefits me.”
Ellie laughs and lights the 3rd? Joint of the night. You don’t know how many it’s been at this point. As you watch her inhale you can see an idea flip a switch in her brain. She hands the joint over to you.
“I could…hold you.”
She shyly proposes and doesn’t look you in the eye.
“Oh?”
You take the joint from her and bring it up to your lips.
“I mean. We both need things right? Im extremely horny and you want affection. What if we…”
“Ellie are you proposing we use each other for our bodies?”
Ellie looks up at you finally. Your mouth has a slight grin/smirk to it, obviously amused by her proposal. Which gives her some relief because she was afraid she had overstepped, and you would look at her with disgust. She scoffs and continues.
“I mean look you’re hot, i’m hot, and we both clearly really miss our ex’s even though we probably shouldn’t.”
Ellie thinks you’re hot. Hot. hot hot hot.
“Hear me out. You let me fuck you and we can both think about our Ex’s. Afterwards I will spoon you so hard youre gonna beg me to stop.”
Your mouth has fallen slightly open due to the boldness of Ellies request. There was no way anyone could be this confident. Her proposal plays on a loop in your brain. It’s not a terrible idea. A toxic one no doubt, but if you were being completely honest with yourself you did get fairly horny from time to time. You were only human after all.
The thought of having someone fuck you sparked something that made you nervous inside. Your heart beat with anticipation and curiosity. A feeling you missed for sure. Ellie silently watches you take a moment to gather your thoughts.
You think about it for a little longer. Your brain wanted to deny Ellie, in fear you would lose your new friend. However, everything else in you was sure that you wanted to let Ellie do whatever she wanted to you. You wanted to lose yourself in the memory of when your Ex had made you feel loved, safe. Anything close to the way you felt with them would be enough. After a few more seconds of contemplation you looked at Ellie.
“O-Okay.”
“Yeah?”
“We can think about them?”
“Yes. I-If thats okay. We will take it slow and if you want me to stop just say so.”
“Alright then. Lets do it.”
Ellies is ecstatic. She feigns confidence but you can tell she needs this. The thought of Ellie being so pent up and ready to pour it all over you whilst playing into your fantasies had you nearly shaking.
You both take one final hit of the joint, hoping it would calm both of your nerves, then Ellie puts it out and looks at you. Your breathing had picked up significantly. She rolls up her sleeves and begins to inch closer to you.
“Okay.”
Ellie looks right into your eyes as she advances towards you. But the closer she gets, the more you can no longer make direct eye contact. The increasing darkness in her eyes feels so foreign it scares you a little. You drop your gaze when shes mere centimeters away from you to where you can feel her breath on your lips. Her tongue swipes slowly across her lower lip as you begin to feel her hand slide against the exposed skin on your waist.
“Close your eyes.”
She pulls your hips forward and guides you to a more horizontal position. When she’s hovering over you slightly, closing the gap between your bodies inch by inch, your eyes flutter shut and you let yourself go.
As the black engulfs your sight and Ellie seals your lips together in a experimental first kiss.
You refuse to move at first. This kiss is slow. Too slow. Neither of you let yourself get too excited in fear that you would remember whose lips were actually on yours and not the ones both of you were picturing.
After a moment the kiss finally deepens, causing the both of your breathing to become harsh. Images of your previous significant other begin to fill your mind making you weak. It doesn’t feel the same as before, obviously, but it gets the job done. You begin to feel your emotional barricade crumbling with each kiss Ellie places on your lips.
You think about the way your Ex would kiss you, hold you, and you begin to sink deeper into the fantasy Ellie has created. Everything tingles with a feeling of such passion that even you cant explain where it’s coming from. Your newfound desperation brings your hands up to snake around Ellies head and tug at the hair on the back of her neck, eliciting a hum to leave her lips that vibrates on yours. You cant help but moan at the feeling, making Ellie kiss you with more fervor than before.
Ellie brings the lower half of her body down to meet your center, causing you to spread yourself open for her. Restless legs run up and down on either side of her body due to your constant search for touch. Ellie relishes in the feeling of you all over her. Your clothed bodies began to seek friction as the kiss became messier. You try to think about your Ex in this moment, but with each kiss and soft whine that leaves Ellies mouth, you begin to realize that they had never kissed you with this much passion. This much need. Sure you and Ellie were extremely needy, but the longer this charade went on the more you were focused on the actual person making you so spent.
“Shit.”
Ellie retracts for a moment to catch her breath. Her lips glossy and swollen, perfect.
“Dont stop please.”
You were a moth and Ellie was the flame.
“I wont just, fuck you’re so-”
“Ellie~”
You whine. It’s pathetic, desperate. It drives Ellie mad hearing you say her name like that
“God damn.”
Shes kissing you again and touching you everywhere. Ellie grips and caresses your soft skin like shes burning the shape of your body into her brain. She grips your thighs, waist, stomach, ribs, and chest, before she is wrapping her hands around your neck with a slight squeeze. Its gentle, only enough for you to feel a slight strain. This simple but desperate coded action coaxes a moan from you thats so sweet, Ellie decides she will do whatever she can to make sure you don’t stop rewarding her with the pretty sounds of your voice.
She releases her grip on your neck and moves down to kiss you there. Each of Ellies movements is soaked in need. Shes drowning you in adoration and close attention to your desires. Your hands push back her soft auburn hair that tickles your face.
With every kiss that Ellie places on your neck you start to forget about your ex little by little. The heat you feel from her mouth on your pulse makes your head spin. As your nostrils fill with the scent of her pine scented shampoo, you try your best to remember why you were in this position in the first place. Not because Ellie wanted you, because she needed you to be someone else. But the longer she toys with your body, the more your brain fills up with Ellie, and the less you can pretend to be someone you’re not.
“Need you.”
You say as she moves to kiss lower and lower down your body. The lower she moves the higher her hands push your shirt upwards and off your body completely. This leaves you in your cotton bra and sweatpants. Ellie sits up to observe you for a moment.
“Sigourney got nothing on you baby.”
You laugh and punch her arm, slightly embarrassed at your exposed state.
“Oh shut up Williams.”
She makes a shocked open mouth expression and rubs the tender flesh.
“Owww, Is that anyway to treat someone who’s about to fuck you?”
“Are you going to fuck me? Or are you going to keep talking?”
“You’re an impatient little thing aren’t you?”
“I can be patient, sweet even, but right now i’m leaking through my panties and my patience is wearing thin.”
“Fuuck me.”
“I thought that was your job?”
You taunt underneath her. You’re done with the playful banter. You need Ellie to fuck you and you need it now. You shoot her sultry puppy eyes as you shimmy your breasts upwards slowly as an attempt to lure her in. It works. Now Ellie is pulling you to sit up and tearing your bra upwards and off your head. Once your chest was freed for Ellie to admire she couldn’t keep away for long.
“Pretty fucking tits.”
Ellie is practically drooling as she latches on to your left boob with her mouth, whilst toying with the right one in her hands. Her actions send you flying back to a lying down position once more.
“Oh my god Ellie.”
You cant fight it anymore. Any thoughts of your ex had been long gone. Now all you could feel, smell, think, was Ellie. She had sucked any memory of your old partner’s betrayal right out of your system. It’s a dirty scene. Ellie doesn’t let up, too wrapped up in the taste of you.
As she made you a babbling fool at the sinful sucking of your tits, you tried your best to remove her button up. You needed to see her, feel her.
Once Ellie felt the tug on her shirt she unlatched from your nipple, followed by a final lick on your sensitive buds that sent shivers down your spine. She sat up straight and the both of you fiddled with her buttons as fast as possible. Once you had undone the shirt completely she let you tear it down her shoulders. The woman basks in the feeling of your increasingly hungry eyes. The way you bit your lip and blushed even harder once Ellie had revealed her bare chest to you, skyrocketed her confidence.
Ellie missed the feeling of someone gawking over her. Something about you gawking over her when she knew you wanted to think of someone else, unlocked a feral side in her.
“You gonna keep staring or are you going to touch me?”
Your a heaving blushing mess at the sight of Ellie above you. She looks at you with such anticipation and want, you wouldn’t dare deny her any longer. You prop your self on your elbow and move your hand to touch the small of Ellie’s back, taking her in for a moment as your hand travels across her skin. The feeling of your hand on her body sends Ellie reeling, the tiniest touch making her boxers become damp. When your hand lands on her waist you tug her down to you meet your lips. She pushes her messy hair backwards and leans into the kiss. Its different now. Now you’re both relishing in the feeling of each other, the thought of your respective ex’s out the window.
Your body feels hot. The feeling of Ellies bare skin on you sends you into a frenzy. Its nothing like your Ex. Its new and intoxicating to your senses. Maybe the substances are clouding your judgment slightly, but theres one thing for sure, you have never felt so good.
The longer the kiss goes on the needier you two became. Your clawing at each other now, squeezing your bodies together as close as possible. You cant take it anymore, you needed to have a release. You sought out more friction. Frustrated with the lack of relief you felt due to the obstruction of your pants, you push Ellie off you and go to stand. She is curious of your actions but as soon as you begin to slide your sweatpants and underwear down your thighs, she stands to match you and begins to unbutton her jeans. Once you are both stripped down you both pause. Your breathing syncs with Ellies as you take in her naked state.
Shes statuesque. Molded to perfection. Okay the tequila was definitely getting to you. You have never needed your hands on something so badly. You slowly step towards her and Ellie mirrors you. Your arms dangle at your side fighting the urge to cover yourself. Ellie takes one more step to you then places her hands on your fully exposed waist and turns you to face her with the couch at her back. She sits back slowly and maneuvers you to sit on her lap.
Ellies eyes rake over you as she bites on her lip so hard you’re sure she will draw blood. She looks up at you with an almost painful look in her eyes. The way you had settled on her lap caused your knees to reside on either side of Ellie, thighs wide open. In this position you’re spread out for her, everything on display. Ellies eyes can’t help but travel to your pussy, your folds glisten under the light due to how wet she had made you.
“Your dripping baby.”
She hisses and runs her thumb over your weeping cunt, applying slight pressure. The feeling of her digit on your sensitivity has you falling backwards. Ellie has barley touched you there and you are already dizzy. She swiftly catches you before you can fall.
“Easy, easyyy. Stay with me okay?”
Carefully she pushes you forward and places your head on her shoulder. Ellie massages your thighs and whispers praises in your ear that have you sinking further into her body.
“Such an easily manipulatable thing you are, what happened to that impatient brat from earlier? Hmm? I make you all dumb when I touched your pussy?”
Her words make you shudder. She has made you so shy. You sink deeper into the side of her neck out of embarrassment.
“Ellie please.”
You can barely get the words out at this point. You are too lost in the feeling of Ellies hands on you, hips stuttering with every grip she places on your thighs.
“Awe you poor thing. You need to be fucked huh?”
You nod in her neck.
“Yeah?”
She grips the top of your thigh dangerously close to your sensitive area, not touching there again just yet.
“Yes!”
You shout due to the sensitivity.
“Please fuck me.”
Your begging. Ellie is running her hands all over you. You are such a mess under her touch you begin to suck on her neck from pure desperation. You kiss, suck , and lick that area mixing in whines and pleads for Ellie to touch you where you needed her most.
“Shit, okay. Fuck youre being so good for me baby. What did I do to deserve this huh?”
Her neck tilts to give you better access to continue your advances there. Finally she brings her fingers back to your heat. You bite her neck even harder when you feel the pads of her fingers on your cunt. You are sure to leave a mark, but Ellie doesn’t care. She is fueled by your need for her, she wants to reward you.
Ellie presses her fingers against your pussy harder and her movements there begin to speed up. She massages big and small circles on your sensitive clit faster and faster. Those sweet noises start to leave you tenfold. The closeness of your sounds in her ear only makes her work harder to make you feel good. One of your hands wraps around Ellies neck as an attempt to bring her closer and for you to keep upright. Ellie hums at this, she loves the feeling of having you close.
“You hear that? You hear how wet you are sweet thing?”
Ellie has set a painfully fast pace on you now. The sound of your wet pussy fills the space, furthering the lust you feel in this moment. You subconsciously grind down on her hand because somehow its still not enough. You needed more.
“More.”
You finally leave the safe space in Ellies neck to meet her eyes. She looks at you with dark eyes but they are laced adoration. You look so beautiful like this. Spread open and desperate for her, begging to be fucked.
“You want my fingers inside?”
She prods her middle finger at your entrance and watches as your face twists in pleasure. You bite your lip at the feeling of her slightly inside on you. You cant believe it. Ellie williams is making you dumb before even fully entering you. Your walls clench around next to nothing.
“Answer me sweet thing.”
You look down at where she refuses to connect you two. Ellies middle finger tickles your leaking hole and gathers your slick to fuck it back into you again. The sight makes your hips move down her finger involuntarily. You whimper a drawn out “Please.” As you both move together to bury her middle finger in your soaking pussy.
“Oh shit baby.”
You look back up at her with furrowed brows and a ‘O’ forming at your mouth. Ellie moves to kiss your top lip, then your bottom one as she begins thrusting her finger into you.
“So-mmwarm and-mmwet for me.”
The feeling of Ellie pumping in and out of you at this slow pace makes your whole body radiate pure heat. Sweat begins to form on you and Ellies skin. The temperature rise from both of your bodies makes the room grow hotter causing things to become slippery. Your wetness drips to the underside of your thighs, making your ass glide over Ellies thighs with such ease that it makes your oncoming release build twice as fast. Its filthy.
Ellies digit curls as her pace picks up slightly. She prods at your g spot tactically, every time she graces you with her touch there your hips grind down seeking out any extra pleasure. It still isn’t enough.
“M-More.”
“You want another?”
“Please.”
“Up.”
She guides your hips upwards with her free hand to add another finger in your entrance and bring you back down again. The extra intrusion in your pussy fills you up. Ellie can feel the way you squeeze around her fingers and she feels like she could pass out.
Now its almost too much. Your wrapped up entirely in the feeling of Ellie, and she can feel it now. She can feel you kiss her, not the image of your ex. Ellie could cum untouched just from how desperate you were being.
“Your fingers feel amazing Ellie.”
The girl below you is no longer a cocky one. Shes in awe of you and growing wet with every thrust of her fingers that gets lost in your gummy walls.
“Yeah?”
She cant believe how beautiful you look. Ellie watches you like if she misses a moment of your pretty body bouncing on her, she will die. It’s driving you insane. Shes getting off just on the way you look riding her fingers.
“Wanna touch you…”
Before Ellie knows what’s going on, distracted by your, well everything, you move a hand down to Ellie’s neglected pussy and begin toying with her pulsing clit.
“Oh fuck.”
Ellie wraps her arm around your waist and pulls you closer, she rests her head on your shoulder as you both get each other off. You rub quick circles on her folds, hoping to catch her up to your fast approaching feeling of release.
“Keep going baby, just like that okay? Oh god.”
Ellies panting now. Her forehead rests on your shoulder as she watches you toy with her, the sight bringing a wave of pleasure to come at any moment. Your bodies swell back and forth into each other at a rhythmic pace. You’re both humping into each other’s advances and losing strength by the second.
“Ellie im-”
“Me too, shit. With me okay?”
You nod. Ellie moves to look at you. She doesn’t want to miss the way you look when you orgasm because of her. Ellie begins to pump into you so fast you start to see black. You carefully but quickly enter two fingers into Ellie’s heat and pump her at the same pace.
Your lips crash into one another from the feeling. The way you both fuck each other with your fingers sends a shock of electricity throughout your connected bodies. Both of you are a moaning mess, your muffled voices increase in pitch until you can no longer kiss and are practically screaming each other’s names. Your hips grind into Ellies and hers into your hand chasing the oncoming orgasm you are both feeling, and finally, release.
Your lips detach as you fall forward, unable to support your weight anymore. Ellie slows the pumping of her hands in your weeping core. As do you, the both of you slowly ride out your highs until you’re over stimulated. Shaking hands retract from each other’s walls and you adjust to hold on to one another. Your bodies spasm from the newly empty feeling.
The grinding of your hips has yet to stop. Ellie runs her hands all over you again, the sensitivity making you shiver. As she smooths her hands over your ass and back, clawing softly at your skin, you can feel a twitch in your pussy. You whine at the feeling and wrap your arms around Ellies shoulders tighter.
“You sensitive?”
She doesn’t stop. You moan in response, answering her question.
“Mmm”
She hums and then kisses your shoulder sweetly. The intimacy of the action retracts you from your grasp to observe her for a moment. Ellies eyes are half lidded and shes got a dumb grin plastered on her lips. Her hair is wet and sticking to her temples and forehead, slightly obstructing her face.
You swipe your finger across her forehead, delicately moving the hair out of her face. Once you can see her fully, you blush. Once again dumbfounded by Ellies effortless ability to look so, good. She is still caressing you, holding you tight like you would float away if she didn’t. You grab her cheeks and place a kiss on her lips. Ellies hand moves to hold your jaw and deepens the kiss slightly.
Once you pull back you simultaneously slide off her thighs feeling the soreness due to your spread out position on her lap. You begin to rub the crease on the top of your thighs but Ellie stops you.
“Here, let me.”
You lay down on the couch as Ellie grabs your underwear and slides it back up your legs. Then she dresses you both halfway and moves to sit in between your legs once more so that she has better access to massage you.
You cant help but close your eyes and hum as Ellie uses her magical hands to rub away any soreness you had felt from earlier. She smirks at this, Ellie cant get enough of your sounds. For a moment its silent with the exception of your small sighs of pleasure.
“Can I confess something?”
Your eyes open slowly and you nod.
“I wasnt really, thinking about my ex just then.”
You blush hard. You should’ve known by the way she stared at you, fucked you, moaned your name as she creamed white on your fingers…But it felt good to hear your suspicions confirmed.
“Oh well, me neither.”
She has that ecstatic look on her face again. It’s adorable and makes you giggle slightly.
“Really?”
“Mhhmm.”
You smile shyly. She smiles wide like she just won an award and bends down to kiss your thigh.
“Well, good. Fuck em anyway.”
“Yeah” You thought. “Fuck em.”
“Now move over, I gotta fulfill my end of the deal. Im gonna big spoon you to death.”
You shift down to make room for Ellie to climb behind you on the couch. Once she is settled, her whole body wraps around you. Any other time you would’ve declined because you were still leaking and sweaty. Right now though, you wouldn’t dream of moving. Ellies hold on you had brought you back to the safe space you missed so dearly. The feeling of being absolutely ruined then handled as delicately as a flower had your mind going haywire.
With every second that went by in her arms a calmness began to set in, and you could finally let your mind settle. This was the most relaxed you had felt in weeks and you had Ellie to thank for it.
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bettysupremacy · 7 months
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SHUT UPSNSBW I love it sm. I asked for the James prompt that you just did and I’m fan girling so hard rn. I’m too shy to ask for anything that’s not anonymous (I’m sorry 😔) but omg can you do another where they’re just cuddling and talking. Omg maybe reader just met James’ parents and they’re in his room and shes like I swear I love your mom more than you now. Again if you don’t feel inspired no pressure, love you girly pop 🫶
you make me sick. this was the most insufferably adorable idea. you make me sick, he makes me sick, he is so boyfriend, and we are now bffs.
“I’m serious,” You convey to James, chin propped on his chest. “I fear I may love your mum more than you now, Jamie.”
He smiles down at you lovingly, thumb swiping between your eyes, down your nose, and along the apple of your cheek. “Don’t replace me.”
You’re fond, watching his half lidded eyes. “That’s my girl, James. She wants me in book club.”
“And also don’t do that.”
You giggle, dropping your cheek to his chest. “She said she’d make a shirt for your games, James.”
He groans, his hand falling to hold your jaw. “Her rugby mom shirts are already enough.”
“Rugby girlfriend.” You sing, sitting back up to look at him.
He pushes your face away, rough palm gentle with the precious cargo he calls your face. “That’s enough.”
You smile and he feels it against his palm. “I’m so happy she likes me.”
“Me too, lovely.” His genuineness aches in you, a smile fighting to your face.
You nod, feeling his eyes on you heavily. “And I think your dad liked me.”
“Dad loved you.”
“You think?”
“He invited you to golf.” He deadpans.
You giggle softly, hands on his cheeks. “That was sweet of him.”
“You’re not going.”
“That’s impolite.”
“It’s boring.” He smiles. “I’m saving you.”
Euphemia’s soft knock on the open door slips James, but you make to sit up politely. His hand pushes the small of your back down onto him heavily. You descend with a tiny oomph.
“Where’re you goin-“
“Please do not manhandle your girlfriend.” Euphemia is stern, but her smile is fond watching her son flinch.
“Mum.” James eyes shut, startled at her intrusion. His fingers pinch the bridge of his nose, just below his glasses. The hand on your back still works softly.
“James,” She mimics, leaning against the white doorframe breezily. “I was just coming up to say I found the book.”
“The book?” You ask James.
He groans, long and drawn out, hand over his eyes, with the dramatics of Sirius. “The baby book.”
You gasp, handing gripping his broad arms under you. “Can I see?” You beg James. “I want to see.”
He shakes his head, patting your back. “It’s so embarrassing, lovely.”
“Oh, you were probably so cute, please just a peek.”
“He was the cutest.” Effie smiles. “And when he’d take baths he’d-”
“Alright!” James interrupts. “She’s heard enough.”
“No I haven’t.” You smile brilliantly at him.
“Come on,” Euphemia coaxes. “you know how Monty loves it.”
“Loves what?” He pops in.
“The book.”
“The book!” He gasps, palming Effie’s arm. “We have to get it out.”
His hand works warmly over her shoulder. The loving touch of a husband. You let something fond crumple in your chest at the sight. This’ll be you and James in some decades.
“This is so humiliating.” James moans.
Under his warm blue blanket, you brim with love. It’s palpable as you grin.
“I’m so happy.” You whisper to him.
He moons, hand coming out of the blanket to push hair away. “Don’t do this to me.”
You smile, eyes crinkling prettily. The air in his lungs knock out of him, his chest deflating. “I’m not doing anything.”
He sighs, desperate for a kiss, but weary of his parents in the doorframe. “Alright,” his eyes don’t leave yours. “We’ll be down in a moment, mum, get the book.”
Effie gasps, eyes twinkling towards Monty. “Get the book!”
The sound of their footsteps tumble down the stairs quickly.
“You made your mom really happy.”
He nods silently, eyes roaming back down to your lips, neck, and chest, mind far from yours.
Both warm cheeks in his rough hands, and his parents gone, he pulls your face to his. It’s long, and soft, and he really doesn’t want to pull back, trailing warm kisses down your jaw, down to your neck.
“That was really evil, sweetheart.” He murmurs, pulling away from your spit sticky skin.
“I didn’t do anything.” You breathe, letting his thumb work over your lips, overly aware of his eyes roaming there.
He smiles, sitting up with the weight of you still in his lap. “You’re too pretty.”
You laugh out, climbing off his lap. “Shut up, stupid, I have baby pictures to look at.”
He sighs, following you.
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𝓕𝓵𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 𝓦/ 𝓣𝓱𝓮 𝓚𝓪𝓶𝓪𝓫𝓸𝓴𝓸 𝓣𝓻𝓲𝓸
𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔: 𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐, 𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂 + 𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂
𝑪𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒏𝒕 𝑾𝒂𝒓𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈𝒔: 𝑨𝒈𝒆𝒅-𝒖𝒑!𝑪𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒔, 𝑺𝒍𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕𝒍𝒚 𝒔𝒖𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒊𝒗𝒆, 𝑭𝒆𝒎!𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓 
𝑻𝒂𝒏𝒋𝒊𝒓𝒐 𝑲𝒂𝒎𝒂𝒅𝒐
Oh, he absolutely loves whenever you compliment him, your voice being his favorite melody.
"Oh, you’re so strong, Tanjiro." You say sweetly as you place your hand on his bicep, subtly feeling his muscles. You can’t help but chuckle as his face flushes at your words.
He’d chuckle at your flirtatious comments and give you a few sweet words back, in hopes of making you blush too! It usually backfires for him since you always manage to fluster him more in the end though.
"You look wonderful (Y/N), absolutely lovely." He says, causing you to give him one of your cute smiles before leaning close and causing him to hitch his breath. "Thank you, my love. You’re quite the smooth talker, aren’t you?" You’d tease him as you placed a kiss on his cheek, sending a pleasant shiver down his back.
He gets so flustered whenever he sees your sultry eyes and the tiny smirk you wore, since he knows you’re going to end up making him all blushy and warm.
Whenever you touch him, whether by patting his head or placing a hand on his thigh, it just makes his heart race a little faster. Whenever you get him all flustered, he can’t help but smile and chuckle, feeling so incredibly flattered and loving your attention on him.
When you offer to let him rest on your lap, he feels warmth rush to his cheeks whenever you look down at him with such adoration.
He feels so loved whenever he feels you absentmindedly tracing his scar and whispering sweet nothings to him.
He just really loves your affection, finding your compliments so incredibly sweet and always relishing in your teaseful touches and your loving looks, all just for him!
𝒁𝒆𝒏𝒊𝒕𝒔𝒖 𝑨𝒈𝒂𝒕𝒔𝒖𝒎𝒂
Oh my god, he will literally faint in front of you when you first flirt with him.
It started off with a simple purr, "See you tonight, Zenitsu~" and a wink caused his whole brain to malfunction because of how sweetly you said his name.
He gets so shy whenever you compliment him, always blushing profusely and shaking his head as if he were trying to disagree with you.
"But you’re so adorable, Zenitsu! I just love how cute you all get because of me!" You’d tease causing him to burn up.
Oh, and when you look at him with your eyes half-lidded and give him your signature sweet smile, it makes him excited about what you have in store for him today.
Whenever you caress his face or press yourself against him, it always sends a shiver down his back as his cheeks burn into a bright red.
After flustering him, he always tries to cool off, but the scene of you complimenting him, touching him, or just making him all blushy replays over and over.
Play with his hair; he absolutely loves it. Feeling your hands run through his hair never fails to relax him.
When you offered to let him sleep with you, he was absolutely ecstatic, literally screaming and asking if you were comfortable with it.
Waving off his concerns, you ignored him freaking out and pulled his head into your chest, lying down and petting his head.
Oh, Zenitsu felt like he was in heaven; his arms wrapped around your waist as he snuggled his face into your chest as he repeatedly sang your name happily.
Overall, he just really appreciates your affection; he truly deserves so much love omg
𝑰𝒏𝒐𝒔𝒖𝒌𝒆 𝑯𝒂𝒔𝒉𝒊𝒃𝒊𝒓𝒂
Honestly, bro has no idea what you’re doing at first, wondering why you’re looking at him with a smile and only blinking with one of your eyes when giving him a thumbs up.
However, all that changes when you start complimenting him, with a warmth rushing to his face and a feeling of fluttering in his stomach.
He complained about it to you, yelling at you and saying you made him feel sick. When you asked him to describe how you made him feel, you couldn’t help but smile.
When you explained to him that he was feeling flustered, he stormed off and rammed himself into a tree, since even though you weren’t flirting, you were so close to him, and your face just looked oh so pretty.
Soon after, when you continued singing your praises to him, his chest would feel full of pride, all while his heart beats faster and a flushed hue rose upon his cheeks.
When you first gave him a pat on the head after thanking him for saving you, he had a moment where he just stared off into the distance, as he had never felt so blissful.
From then on, he would try to impress you, trying to earn more compliments and head pats from you.
When you gave him a kiss on the cheek, he felt so victorious, flashing a grin while his cheeks were flushed a beautiful pink.
He gets really flustered whenever you let him snack from your plate. Offering him food and giving him your sweet smile has him blushing and feeling really warm.
Usually when he gets super flustered, it gets him a bit mad, and he tries shaking his head to get rid of the thoughts. He will also try smothering his face into your shoulder while yelling, "You made me like this!"
Late at night, he always reminisces over what you did to make him feel so warm and fuzzy, clutching at his chest and smiling to himself.
Honestly, he really loves your affection and lives for your attention, and he will be all over you to continue your flirting.
(Thank you for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Omg this is my first post for Demon Slayer, I had a lot of fun writing this so thank you so much for the request! I actually will be posting more of these characters including some of the upper moons and hashira in future posts! Feel free to request any prompts I'd be incredibly happy to fill them in! SFW + NSFW but no minors of course. )
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heizouz · 8 months
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you write sub! genshin men so well…
no one ever gives any love to thoma and i feel like i need it ☹️
nsfw sub!thoma + gn!reader, puppy sub thoma
hihi!!! tysm omg aww <33 im glad u like my writing :'')) 💔 this didn't turn out exactly as i wanted but ah well! i ADORE sub thoma it's so sad he doesn't get enough love.... :'( n e way i hope this is ok!! <3
thoma is an obedient sub.
he puts your needs first, making sure you're served properly, taking his time to pleasure you just how he knows you like it.
he's a housekeeper, it's his job to be obedient.
so that's why, when you shove him into a random closet in the kamisato estate, one hand covering his mouth and your other working along his cock, he just takes it.
thoma's whimpers are quiet and soft behind your hand, but a loud whine bleeds past your fingers and you force back a quiet giggle. thoma's eyebrows scrunch as you run your thumb over the head of his cock, your hand pressing harder over his mouth.
"quiet, darling." you hush, tilting your head a little when thoma's eyes sparkle with need, a silent beg.
his blonde hair is messy, framing his eyes—lidded and gleaming—and sweat beads at his forehead from your close proximity due to the small space you were occupying. thoma's hands hesitate in the air, debating whether to touch you or not and you nod, giving him permission.
his shaky hand drops to hold your wrist, attempting to slow your movements on his cock because it's "too much" he whines, muffled by your hand. although his attempt, his hold is weak and he lets his head fall back against the wall, eyes shutting when you gently squeeze him.
you smirk. "'s too much for you?" thoma can hear the mocking lilt in the tone of your voice and he whimpers, shaking his head 'yes'.
"oh," you coo, pouting at his writhing body, his cock dripping onto your fingers, "but you can take it like a good boy, can't you?"
the mention of being good makes his heart leap and his eyes snap open—determined. he nods pliantly.
a choked moan slips past his lips at the way you tease his slit gently with your thumb, legs almost buckling and eyes practically rolling back. thoma presses himself hard against the wall behind him to keep himself up and your breath hitches because he's so pretty.
you could have him like this all day; whining, shaking but oh so obedient under just your hands.
thoma cries out, fucking his cock into your tight fist when you squeeze him again. you can feel how wet he is; can hear it, and the noises leave thoma somewhat embarrassed as even in the low light of the room you can see the red flush chasing up his neck.
still, you click your tongue a little at how loud he's being.
you don't even have to say anything when you remove your hand from his mouth, as his lips part obediently and you slip two of your fingers past them to shut him up.
"that's it." you part your lips in a small gasp at the way thoma stares at you so innocently, lips closed around your fingers and hips bucking into your hand.
"being such a good boy for me, aren't you thoma?" the blonde nods, eyes wide and glittery at the praise. his thighs shake, chest heaving and you can feel his quick pants as he breathes quickly through his nose.
he's close.
thoma just takes it when you press further into his mouth, ripping a small choke from him when you slowly fuck his mouth with your fingers. he's almost drooling—whimpering and whining stupidly around the digits as thrust your fingers past his lips at the same time as you stroke his cock.
after a few seconds, the blonde arches slightly off the wall, gasping sharply. you just watch, hand stilling on his cock and he makes a mess between the two of you. pretty baby has tears in his half lidded eyes — eyebrows furrowed in pleasure, thrusting into your fist as he finishes.
thoma doesn't complain when you pull your fingers from his mouth, only to replace them with your dirtied ones. his mind is too dazed from his orgasm and how good you're being to him. he stares at you — teasing, but searching for praise — as he licks his cum off your fingers, taking them into his mouth like a good boy. you breathe out shakily, eyes not moving from his face and he practically lathers in the dark look in your eyes.
thoma moans around your fingers when you shift your body closer to him, pressing his sensitive cock between the two of you and your thigh spreads his legs open a little.
"dumb puppy." you whisper, eyeing the way his mouth drops open wider when you usher your fingers a little further against his tongue. his eyes glaze over at the words, head nodding submissively as if agreeing with you and you smile, cat-like.
humming, you press your lips to his ear, "think you can still keep quiet, puppy?" and your hand slips between your bodies to grasp thoma's still leaking cock again.
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sundays-wing-piercing · 2 months
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Sunday also has me in delulu land and has been rotting my brain nonstop since doing the penacony quest
Keep thinking about drunk confessing or kissing him >.< He's so pretty and I feel like I would 1000% blurt that out to him after a few drinks
OMG this has also been plaguing my mind after that one post Pixelplays made
So imagine him hearing that you've had a bit too much to drink and so he comes to fetch you. He finds you barely awake at a table and laughs a bit before taking a seat next to you. You're eyes finally open at the realization that it's him and you give him a drunken smile while happily saying his name.
He's clearly amused by how adorable you're being but what caught him off guard was the kiss you greeted him with. Your hands roam to his hair to hold it in place as the other dangles on his neck. Man is both red and speechless when you pull away from him leaving him breathless. It doesn't help how you look at him through half lidded eyes and with a soft smile you blurt out an "I love you" before falling asleep in his lap.
Great. Now he has to carry you back. But let's be honest, what is it that Sunday would not do for his darling? The one he loves oh so much. You will not escape the incoming teasing next morning.
Hi im slowly going insane for this man I love him thank you so much for sending in this ask as always feel free to send in another if its not to your liking!!
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hitomisuzuya · 11 months
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HEY OMG BRO THIS THOUGHT HAS BEEN IN MY MIND FOR A HOT MIN…. ok nsfw scara w/ afab reader and breeding fr omfg. BUR LIKE THEY R MARRIED AND ANDNB BEHJIR idk go crazy but Aplease 🙏
Scaramouche x fem!reader. Smut. Breeding kink. Constant use of a pet name. Established marriage.
Go crazy about Scara with a breeding kink? Don't mind if I do😌 I also added a touch that everyone seems to really like when I write breeding kink Scara. Here is the pitch and I hope you enjoy.
Scaramouche's hand tore in a frenzied fashion at your clothes. Moaning into your mouth, he pushed you firmly up against the wall, grinding his hardening cock between your legs. His hands went to caress your hips like they were the most precious thing in the world.
How you'd done it was anyone's guess. How'd he had done it was an even bigger guess. It would be the stuff of legends in the Fatui as long as the organization existed.
Scaramouche. The 6th Fatui Harbinger. He himself was a legend in the Fatui, famously known for his bad attitude. He was an obnoxious, narcissistic, hard to deal with little gremlin of a man.
Imagine how far their jaws dropped when they find out he had managed to lock down a wife.
His fingertips were bruising but, somehow tender on your hips, his thumb skimming feather light over them, tracing the line of your hip bone. It sent shivers up your spine, making your mewl in his mouth.
Growling huskily with lust, Scaramouche grinded himself between your legs until his cock was absolutely drenched in your slick. It always drove him over the edge seeing the way his cock glistened, shiny with your arousal.
You were panting, a vision to him as you pulled away to meet his gaze, your eyes half lidded with lust and adoration. Grasping your chin, Scaramouche nuzzled his cheek against yours before yanking you from against the wall by your hair.
Pushing you forward, he guided you onto your hands and knees, using your hair as leverage as he lined the head of his cock up with your entrance, groaning in ecstasy, pushing himself inside of you with a harsh snap of his hips.
You cried out, pleasure almost instantly curling to knot in your stomach.
Scaramouche thought his pace seemed to be a little unforgiving, despite the way you were pathetically crying out for him in absolute bliss as he slammed himself into you.
You'd suggested that you were going to take a job for the Fatui. Even though you were strong, and there was nothing he loved more than having you by his side in combat, and he would never outright insult your honor by telling you not to work again.
But damn it, Scaramouche was an old fashioned man. No wife of his should work.
"You know, kitten," He purred next your ear, flicking his tongue along your ear lobe, "any thoughts of taking that job would leave your pretty head if I fucked you full enough to knock you up. You'd like that, wouldn't you?"
"Y-Yes," was all you could manage to stammer out, your walls clamping tight and gummy around his cock, each thrust deeper and harsher than the last, making pleasure burn white hot behind your eyes.
Scaramouche's hand groped around on your stomach, the look of glee on his face when he felt the bulge in your stomach poke against his fingers was one for the ages. "Fuck, I am so deep inside of you, you are swallowing my cock so well, kitten," He babbled, his fingers caressing the bulge before he pulled out of you, making you scream his name desperately, your walls clenching around nothing.
Flipping you over onto your back, Scaramouche's cock was back inside of you in mere moments. The second he saw the bulge in your stomach, he pressed his hand down on it, making your back arch off the bed.
"I'll fill you full until my cum gushes out of you, and even then I don't think I would be satisfied," Scaramouche continued to babble in between moans that mingled with your broken sobs of pleasure, your fingernails clawing at his back, babbles of your own about how he was making you see Celestia meant his ears.
"Your hips have always had this particular sway that drives me wild when I see it," Scaramouche gave the bulge one last push before he folded your body into a mating press, leaning down to swallow your cries of ecstasy with a sloppy, open-mouthed kiss.
"So wide and perfect for bearing my brood," A line of spit connected your tongue to his as he pulled away, his teeth drawing blood to well up on your lower lip as he bite down, feeling his cum spill into you.
Scaramouche didn't give you time to come down from your high once your release flooded his cock, mixing with his cum, his pace never flattering. Even after fucking you so thoroughly he still didn't feel satisfied.
Your body trembled and convulsed in pleasure underneath him, serving as fuel to feed his determination. "Don't worry, kitten. You'll take cumshot after cumshot until we get this right. I'll make sure of it. All in due time."
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prettyboyeddiemunson · 5 months
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okay okay okay okay, pornstar!steddie, my beloved, how about them and reader’s first time doing a film all together? like, they have already been in front of the camera together in many combinations before, but this is the first time it’s just the three of them… like how would it be? (in my mind they’re long into their relationship before this happens, like omg finally kinda long)
they would definitely be long into the relationship before it happened! i 100% see them wanting to wait, to make it really special; not just for them, but for their audience, too.
but when it finally does happen? let’s just say they all abstained from sex or masturbation for as long as they were able beforehand, which would be about two weeks. don’t ask how they were able to do that, because it was a long, hard two weeks for all three of them. why wait? they wanted to make sure they were needy, feral, absolutely rearing to go for it. it was your idea, mostly, and eddie wasn’t too keen on it, but he wanted to do whatever to make it special. so, he went along.
the film would start off being really corny, probably. it’s your usual dialogue, but eddie would want to go for that authentic porn feel of it all. he would say the cheesiest things, trying to set the mood and the film. you and steve go along, and soon the talking is giving way to clothes being removed. eddie and steve remove yours, you remove theirs, and then hands start wandering. eddie can’t stop touching your breasts (being the boob dude that he is), and steve is already focused on touching your pussy.
“you have the most perfect tits ive ever seen,” eddie would say, wrapping his lips around one of the nipples before tugging it in his teeth. “you’re so fucking beautiful.”
“i can’t wait to see her pussy,” steve would say, watching as eddie comes up to kiss you. “may i?”
you would nod, telling him to please do it. eddie makes out with you while steve makes his way down, opening your legs and groaning at the sight of your glistening cunt. eddie rubs your nipples and pulls on them, causing you to cry out. steve makes sure the camera is angled on your pussy, before kneeling down and starting to absolutely devour you.
eddie would join him, of course, but only after he tired of your tits. they would eat you out until you were screaming, then squirting, then pushing them away because it’s all too much. then i can see eddie being the one to fuck you first, because we all know porn star eddie has that pierced nine inch cock that everyone covets. you could take most of it, which he praised you highly for while stroking your hair and pressing kisses to your neck and jaw. he would be rough, though, completely unrelenting, absolutely feral, not stopping even after you’ve already cum. he has stamina, even with abstaining, and he flips you over to ride him, then fucks you doggy.
“look at the camera, baby,” he panted, grabbing your hair and holding your head up so you were forced to look. “let them see what a whore you are for me.”
you do it with a smile, and steve jerks off as he watches the two of you. but eddie isn’t having that; he suggests you blow him while he fucks you. you do it, giving steve sloppy head as eddie absolutely pounds into you. before he can cum inside of you though, he stops, pulling out and slapping that huge dick against your pussy.
“why did you stop?” you whine, looking back at him.
he slaps your ass hard, leaving a red handprint as he smirks. “I think steve deserves a turn now. I’ll creampie you as soon as he’s done.”
“but—“ you begin, but stop as soon as steve pushes inside of you. you moan, looking back at him with half lidded eyes. “steve, you feel so good.”
“come here,” eddie says, coaxing your mouth onto his cock as you moan. you take most of it, and eddie holds your hair back with a moan while he roughly fucks your throat. “that’s it, that’s my good fucking girl.”
once steve cums, it’s eddie’s turn. he doesn’t last long that time, and once he pulls out, he puts the camera right on your dripping, leaking pussy. “look at that. look what a fucking slut she is for us.”
and of course, the movie doesn’t stop there. oh no, they’re not done with you. they eat their own cum out of your pussy, fingering it inside of you, not stopping until you’re begging them to and you’re completely fucked out. then, of course, they would focus on each other. you watch as they make out, as steve plays with eddie’s nipple piercings, and while they grind against each other.
“i think we should turn the camera off now,” eddie says. “a director told me once that the best porn is the kind that leaves them wanting more.”
“we could make a film of us together another time,” steve says as he shuts off the camera. “right now, I just want to hang out with my two favorite people.”
“hang out or make out?” you tease, moaning as eddie grabs you to kiss you. you toy with his tongue piercing as he kisses you deeply, hands in his hair before steve pulls you back to kiss you himself. you draw away after a moment, giggling. “are you both going to fight over me now?”
“maybe,” steve breathes, grabbing your tits while eddie kisses your shoulderblades. “the camera is off; it’s really showtime now.”
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instant-delusions · 4 months
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heyyy melina, uau youre have such a pretty name :)
can you write me a fluffy one shot about how soft is wake up next to Leo? see the light leaking through the curtain, feel the heat that naturally emanates from him and how It's satisfying to see his face when he's just woken up
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OMG I love this req sm !! 😭 AND THANK U FOR COMPLIMENTING MY NAME !! AHHH!! also I hit 200 followers. I love u guys, thank u ♡
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cw: established relationship, pure fluff
a/n: enjoy my leo brainrot ♡
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it's november, autumn melted into winter - the days were shorter, leaves in reddish color decorate the streets, and people snuggled into their scarves to escape the cold. the demigods in camp half blood walked around with cups filled with hot chocolate or steaming coffee.
it was an extraordinarily quiet evening. most of the campers left to celebrate thanksgiving with their families, which left you and leo alone in hephaestus cabin. your boyfriend was hunched over a box, trying to find the beamer he tinkered not too long ago, "I swear to gods, I'll cry if we can't watch adventure time today-" you giggled and stood up to help him.
you watched adventure time all night long, laughing and sobbing, relating to the emotions and happenings riddled throughout the show - until you fell asleep. leos arm was squeezed around your waist, and your legs were tangled together. with your face snuggled in the space between his neck and shoulder, you heaved in a deep breath until your lungs were filled with him only. your insides were painted with sunshine and orange blossoms.
once the morning trickled inside the room and your lids flickered, slowly waking up, you caught a glance of your lover in front of you. a feeling mixed between giddy butterflies and absolute peace filled you, and completely unaware, your hand lifted to his hair, brushing through the soft locks. silently, you studied his face lightened by the coldish sunlight through the window. there was a mole under his left eye and one under his lips, a scar on his eyebrow that you trailed with your finger. his skin was paler than in the summer, but his dark circles under his eyes were gone. another scar went from his jawline down his neck. you rested your arm over his shoulder, drawing circles on his upper back, thinking about all the mornings in the future that'll be just like this. a smile started to form on your face.
"I love you so much," you promised, knowing that, although he was sleeping, his soul said it back.
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a-kaash-me-outside · 1 year
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the walls are thin - ch8
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in which atsumu is your college neighbor with whom you share a wall. previous | ch8 | EPILOGUE [masterlist]
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a look into this chapter: 18+ minors dni omg more smut, confessions, last chapter hey!, mentions of hard scratches/blood, soft fucking, fucking with feelings, the end all takes place in atsumu's little room, afab she/her pronouns
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sight is the last sense to come to you. 
first, it’s the touch of the grip on your waist; it’s the sensation that stirs you awake. it’s tight around you, strong and tense as if any sort of laxity would cause you to slip out of it. your bare back is pressed up against a beating chest and you’re surrounded by warmth. 
then it’s the smell, that familiarly clean scent that isn’t just in front of you, soft blankets bunched up underneath the side of your head, it’s behind you, it’s under you, it’s above you, weaved within the fabric of the sheets and wafting off of the skin that’s all around you.
the sound is apparent next, introduced softly, gradually, tiny piece by tiny piece like an hourglass that only lets one grain of sand through at a time, and then a constant in your ears, not overwhelming or loud, but there. the inhale and exhale, tiny breaths of air that could barely make a candle flicker. the soft hum of the fan, the faintest chirping of birds, the rustling of the covers.
then it’s taste, an unfamiliar one lingering on your lips, heavy on your tongue. it’s almost jarring at first, this foreign, though not unwelcome, taste that you can’t quite put your finger on. it causes you to stir a bit more than the rest of the realizations, not as steady or recognized or easy. the second that you move to turn over, body already in motion, everything’s already come rushing back. 
you remember every single event from last night and the taste becomes just another sense that you get to file under familiar and comforting. 
your eyes flutter open, blink a few soft times, and then remain half-lidded as you take in the scene in front of you. all of atsumu’s features rendered gentle, peaceful from this blissful sleep he’s found himself in, his bangs covering his eyes in a way that doesn’t really bother him in the state he’s in, lips slightly parted, jaw lax, soft pink on his cheeks from your body heat and the mountain of covers, eyelashes flittering as you let out a surprised exhale at just how incredible he looks right now. 
sure, all five of your senses are important, but you would give up the remaining four if it meant being able to see this every morning. 
part of you is begging to wake him up, to talk about last night, to talk about what it all means, to hear his voice again, to ask if you can kiss him again, to kiss him again, but another part of you thinks… what’s the rush? why not just lay here for a few more minutes? 
you extend your arm out, let it fall against the small dip of his waist, curl your fingers against his lower back, and pull yourself closer. you bow your head into his chest. forehead resting against his heart, you can feel every single beat like a metronome. and then sleep takes you once more, no longer kicking and screaming, but happily submitting this time. 
sight is the last thing that comes to atsumu. 
first, it’s the sound of your muttering, something delicate that he can’t make out, but his brain implores him to be awake for. he answers back on instinct, questioning hum leaving his throat that does not get any real response from you, just another lovingly sweet, definitely unintelligible babble.
then it’s the touch, your hair tickling his bare chest, the pressure that he can feel on his entire body, wherever you are against him. it’s the tiny movements of your skin against his, brushing up and snuggling into, the tiny breeze of his fan, your breath on his chest. 
the taste is apparent next, swallowing gently once he realizes why his mouth tastes like that, a blush rising to his cheeks and a gratitude spreading through his body when it doesn’t go away. he wants to lean down and kiss you again and again, stockpile on the taste of you so he never has to be without it.
then it’s smell, yours, everywhere, head right under his nose, he recognizes it instantly. he wonders how long it will be stained in his sheets, how many times he’ll have to have you around before he, god forbid, gets used to it. it’s fresh and perfumey, not overwhelming, but not too subtle.
he pulls you closer, opens his eyes when you make another adorable noise, looks down at you pressed into his chest, cheek smushed against him, and he curses under his breath, “fuck.” because he wasn’t ready for you to look this good and he doesn’t normally get up this late and he might have disturbed you with how fast his heart is beating at the sight and this has now set an expectation of how he wants to wake up every morning.
he leans down and presses a small kiss onto the top of your head, digs his fingers into your hip as he does so, and he wants to feel bad, really, he does, when you stir awake in his arms, slight confusion immediately dissipating and being replaced with complete comfort, but you reach your fist up to rub the sleep out of your eye and you close one eye because the light peaking through the shitty school blinds is so bright and you run your hand over your hair before looking up at him with groggy eyes, and he refuses to feel bad for anything that has resulted in a sight like this one. 
“good mornin, pretty,” he says, voice rumbling against your palm on his chest. 
it takes a few moments for you to process your surroundings fully and he’s patient as you navigate through these waking senses. atsumu is just watching you, eyes following the changing emotions on your features.
wow, he looks good. 
you have a million thoughts on your mind, all racing to get out of your mouth first, and the one that wins amidst your worries and adorations is, “what time is it?” 
“barely 11,” he answers after looking at the alarm clock on his side table. “but it’s a sunday, you can’t have anywhere to be right now.”
you turn on your back and he leans forward to maintain the closeness he had before, chest and head hovering overtop of you. all you can see is him, that gorgeously genuine, absolutely beaming smile, amber eyes filled with fondness. you pick your head up and press a kiss whenever it lands (the tiniest bit of the corner of his upturned lips and the cheek beside). 
“‘m not asking so i can rush out of here,” you explain, hands reaching up, fingers outstretched as they part his messy hair. you move closer to him, shoulder pressing into his stomach. his hair is velvety, tangled, feels so nice in between your fingers and fist. “i did this,” you mutter under your breath as you smooth out matted clumps on the back of his head. 
even at this angle, hovering above you, shielded from the light, you can see the blush that rises to his cheeks. “you did,” he mumbles, leaning down and pressing his lips into yours. 
you put your hands over top of his, sliding them with yours down your sides, fingers skimming over the purplish marks in the lows of your hips. “and you did this,” you breathe, hips shying away from his touch as he puts a bit of pressure on the bruises. 
he kisses the side of your cheek, down your face, along your jaw. he speaks into your neck, “and you know what else you did?” 
“what’s that?” you ask, letting his fingers play with the maltreated skin as you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers clasped at the base. 
“maybe move your hands a bit lower,” he suggests. he skims his lips over your sensitive skin, breathes coolly over your collarbones. 
you listen, hands migrating down his back and you feel it instantly. the second your fingertips come into contact with the deep scratches, he pulls away to see your reaction. he watches your eyes go wide, face on fire, apology about to leave your lips, but he leans down and kisses it away. 
“holy shit,” you say under your breath, fingers tracing the scratches down, moving left and right to find (very easily) different ones. “oh my god,” you say in disbelief still as you claw your hand, letting your fingernails ghost over the scabbed over scratches. when your nail gets a bit too close to his skin, it reopens the mark and causes atsumu to wince. “m so sorr-.”
“don’t be,” he says, steady in your hands now. “ts a nice reminder that last night actually happened.” he leans down again and kisses your neck. you’re so grateful for the closeness, linking your hands behind his back and pulling him deeper into you. 
“what? do you normally have dreams like that?” you tease. 
he lets out a light laugh. “yea,” he jokes (or maybe not), “so i can’t believe i got to actually fuck you last night.”
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oh? you still don't forgive atsumu? you.. you uh? you want to be with maki instead? okay. >:) (otherwise, carry on babes)
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you keep one hand on his back, pads of your fingers following the marks you made in fervor last night, and you cup his cheek with the other, guiding him softly down to you, though it doesn’t take much. he chases your touch until his lips collide with yours. you speak against them, “would you believe it if you got to do it again?”
his skin grows warm against your palm as he presses his lips into yours harder, the smallest grunt breathed into your mouth. “now?” he asks, trying, but failing, to hide the excitement in his tone. 
“you said so last night,” you link your arms around his neck, pull him on top of you. his knees are on either side of your upper thigh and his skin, his touch, his warmth is everywhere. “that you would fuck me in the morning when i couldn’t get out of bed.”
his forearms are bracketing either side of your ribs and he pulls away from your kiss begrudgingly. his eyes are glued to your mouth, at whatever words are coming out, at your too-sweet expression as you keep saying things that make him melt. how do you exist? “i’m too sore to be thrown around, but i think you said something about really slow and really hard?” you ask, leaning your head to kiss his forearm, the closest place you can reach.
“you remember that?” he asks, trying to keep his composure for just a little longer.
“how could i forget?” you say, but that alone doesn’t accurately portray how your recollection of last night, “i’m not sure i’ll ever forget last night.”
he has to kiss you. 
atsumu leans back down, kisses you deeper this time, to taste you and to tell you that he won’t either and to show you how he feels about you. 
he pulls away, looking at you once more, joking as he says, “but not the part where you abused my poor back?”
you blush, chewing on your bottom lip thoughtfully. “actually, didn’t you tell me to?”
he laughs. “yea, told ya to go harder if you needed to,” he nudges your jaw to the side with his nose, starts to kiss down your neck, captures your collarbone between his teeth as he mumbles, “and you needed to i guess.”
“did it hurt?” you ask under your breath, just barely above a whisper, hands moving up his back and threading into his hair as he moves quickly to your chest. 
he hums an affirmation against your chest, lips dragging across your tits until he captures one of your nipples into his mouth, flicking the tip against it until it becomes hard in his mouth. he snakes his arm under your lower back, creates a pretty arch bringing your tits deeper into his mouth. you tighten your grip in his hair. it only makes him suckle harder. 
“and when i need to do it again?” you ask.
he talks quickly, away for as little time as possible, but you can hear the smile in his voice, “as hard as ya want, baby.” fuck, okay, yeah, you get it. you pull him back into your tits, nodding, embarrassed, almost, at how wet you can feel yourself getting already.
it doesn’t help that you can feel him against your plush thigh, heavy growing cock resting on top of your supple skin occasionally grinding into the fat. it drags across the inside of your leg, skipping over the soft, unlubricated skin. it only takes a few rolls of his hips to smear the leaking precome from the tip and the dragging turns to gliding. 
atsumu is grunting and whimpering into your chest, barely able to focus on your perfect pretty fucking tits. if he wasn’t so desperate to slip inside of your warm, tight cunt, he’d fuck your thighs until he blew his milky load all over them. his arms shake at the thought, nearly collapsing his entire body weight into you, not that you’d mind.
he moves his hips, slowly grinding closer and closer to your pussy until the underside of his cock slips between your fat lips. it’s instantly coated with your slick, so drenched that he almost slips inside without warning. he can’t see the mess he’s made between your legs, all he can see is the picture in his brain, how slick and wet and- “fuck,” he breathes.
you wrap your arms around his neck, fingers quick to play with the ends of his hair, because you just don’t know where to put all of this anticipation in your body. you slide your hands down his back, palms smoothing over the scratches, the beads of dried blood unpredictable under your soft fingertips. your touch is nearly tremors, head full with need, walls fluttering, too empty. it’s like he can read your mind.
he slides his cock between your folds, hips stuttering because he didn’t even think he’d get to fuck you one time, let alone two, and he’s not sure if this is a good idea because sure, he could’ve gotten over you if he only felt you one time. one time is enough to savor, but two? two is enough to commit to memory. two is uncharted territory. two is the start of a pattern. 
two might mean three and four and five and forever.
he positions his head right against your quivering hole, fluttering so pretty, asking so nicely for him to enter you. he pushes inside, slowly, just as he promised, snapping his hips to be fully sheathed inside of you once his cock is sucked in halfway, hard, just as he promised. 
your nails claw into him, not dragging, but gripping, crescent moon shaped divots adding to the visible displays of passion. you press your forehead against his shoulder, shaky breath leaving you as you shift to accommodate his girth. you feel so full, can feel the dull stretch of your tight walls giving way for his thick length. at first, you don’t remember it being that big, don’t remember feeling as speared as you do right now, but as the sensation settles in, you remember it all too well. the lingering stretch, how deep he is in your fucking guts, how perfectly your walls hug him. 
he’s doing exactly as he said he would, cock pulling out of you slowly, fucking into you at the same pace save for the last few inches. his hips slap against the insides of your thighs and you can feel the sting so quickly, your body recalling all of the abuse it went through last night. he places his palm on your hip, presses the bruises into your bones, and you whimper. he almost stops, moves to pull his hand away, but you place yours on top of his, looking into his eyes, pleading to him that you can take it. 
it takes only a few lazy morning thrusts for you to be crumbling underneath him. he can feel it, too. can feel how tight you’re getting, how hard you’re breathing, how sharp your nails are. “would i be an asshole if i made ya wait to cream all over my cock?” he asks, and your immediate answer is yes, of course, but you look up at him and you can see his resolve fading as well. you know exactly what he wants you to wait for and now you can’t imagine coming before him. 
you shake your head no. “i’ll wait for you, baby,” you breathe like an unbound promise. his hips stutter, eyes squeeze shut, and he almost lets himself give in to the quickness of his orgasm, but he doesn’t. he’s not embarrassed or ashamed, he just wants to fuck you nice and slow for a little while longer. 
the longer that he fucks you, the less he cares about the things coming out of his mouth. if you called him baby nice and sweet, he’d give you his load in a second, but he wants it to keep going, to last for even a minute longer, this wet, squelching, sticky sound that’s coming from between your thighs and the feeling that’s accompanying it, so he just keeps fucking talking, doesn’t give you a single breath to say something that will make this end too soon.
“god, yer so perfect for me” for him “so fucking perfect. swear to god if i could just fuck you forever” forever “i fucking would. if i could just be with ya” be with you “forever i fucking would. ‘ve got no idea what you’ve done to me, how you came into my life and made me fall for you” fall for you “so hard so quickly, even now ‘m still falling” still falling 
the words keep spilling and you can’t breathe, hanging on to every last one, “from the moment i met ya, knew i had to have ya. n then i talked to ya and knew i had to know you, really know ya” know you “couldn’t stop thinking about you” he pauses, but not for enough time for you to reply, not that you even had a reply to give. “spring break, during spring break, couldn’t stop thinking about ya while you were gone, knew i was fucked. didn’t see anyone else, couldn’t.” couldn’t. ba-bump. 
you swallow harshly, hands migrating to his hair, his face, smoothing over his cheeks, combing through his locks. you nod your head. “thank you for knowing me,” you breathe. that would’ve been enough for atsumu, something for him to carry in his heart forever, at the forefront of his mind for days until it sinks in and takes residency for the rest of his life, but you press on, pulling him down into you so he can taste your tongue and your words all at once. “you don’t have to think about anyone else anymore if you don’t want to,” you shake your head desperately, words barely choking out of your tight throat. “and i won’t think about anyone else either, just you, baby.”
he starts nodding the second that you tell him he doesn’t have to think about anyone else and he doesn’t stop as you keep babbling on. by the time baby has left your swollen lips, he’s a puddle, spilling inside of you, hips stilling, pressed flat against the insides of your abused thighs, pumping streams and streams of hot come inside of your perfect fucking pussy. you’re filling and filling and so full and you can’t stop the few tears that fall from the corners of your eyes as you come so forcefully that you wrap your legs around his lower back, pulling him in deeper, your stomach tight, forehead against his, alternating murmurs of baby and atsumu and tsumu as your mind goes numb, blank of anything other than him.
neither of you move. neither of you want to move. neither of you are sure that you even can. he’s still inside of you. you’re still surrounding him. his forehead slumps against your shoulder. your arms instinctually wrap around his back, holding him as close to you as you can. the sounds of the two of you breathing in time are the only thing you can hear until he breaks the constant noise, talking into your skin, “did you mean it?”
you hum a questioning noise, still trying to recover. he leans back to look at you. it takes all of the energy in his body, but he does it. “did you mean it or were you just trying to make me come?” he looks so serious that your heart skips a beat. you reach up and place a soft kiss on his nose, blush spreading from the point of contact almost immediately. 
“i don’t say things i don’t mean,” you state. that’s really the only explanation that he needs.
he smiles, big, doesn’t even try to hide it. “y’know, i can’t believe you never told me that you could hear me.”
you narrow your eyes, “and i can’t believe you never thought, ‘hey, this might be loud!’”
“i can’t believe it’s taken this long for this to happen,” he admits, falling onto his side and wrapping his arms around your waist, pulling you close to him, snuggling into your shoulder.
“i can’t believe i just slept with you,” you admit back. he laughs at the confession and that’s okay. it’s valid at first. honestly, it comes out as a joke. or, rather, it comes up your throat as joke. the second it’s left your tongue, it feels different, heavy, wrong.
he hasn’t noticed, not yet, but you don’t blame him. you’d give a lot of things to not feel this off. “come on it, couldn’t have been that bad,” he jokes, another one loading up right behind it. 
“no it- it wasn’t i just-,” you say, stuttering through your words, because you’re not trying to make this a big thing, not after the two of you have just had sex twice, but it’s weighing like a big thing. 
you go to move, his arms tighten around you on instinct and you want to stay put because you’re very comfortable pressed up against him, but you’re feeling antsy now. 
“no, i just,” you sit up, “i can’t believe i’ve just become another girl you’ve hooked up with.” you can’t believe that that’s just come out of your mouth, a conglomerate of fears that you’ve had since you’ve met him.
“we were different than that, i thought, closer than that.” you feel like you’re going to cry. the reason you’ve never fucked him after all this time was because you didn’t want it to end, it couldn’t end. there are a million tells in this room alone that are screaming at you that this doesn’t mean the end, but you still can’t shake it.
“you know? i think that day at the cafe was our first date,” he speaks so clearly, but you’re still confused. why is he bringing up your stupid cafe date? “but i think i should take you out properly this time?”
your stomach lurches and you can’t believe this thought is making it past your lips, “you mean like a second date?” he nods, hand bracing your lower back just to let you know that he’s there. you don’t move away. “i thought you weren’t a second date guy,” you say, cautiously.
“i’m also not a guy that usually gets walked out on because he can’t stop thinking about someone else,” he half-jokes. “can i please take you out again?” it pains you how much he’s fucking trying.
you’re quiet, not answering, slowly moving backwards until your back is flat against the bed, mulling over all that’s happened and the words that he’s said, weighing your options so carefully, accounting for any and everything that you could. him, how thoughtful he is, the note he left you when he was plant sitting, the way he steals your food, the people he’s slept with, his track record, his room, the conversation you had with his brother, meeting his friends, spring break, your text messages, the way that he smiles at you when he thinks you’re not looking, his touch, his arms, his thighs, the beat of his heart.
he rolls onto his back, a large puff of air exhaled from his lungs as he does so. he smooths his palms over his face, fingers parting his own hair, eyes squeezed shut as he exhales again into his hands. “god, you make me feel like-,” he takes another breath, sitting up this time. you get a good look at his back from this angle and if the words he were saying weren’t so important, you’d interrupt him by kissing the toned muscle all over. 
“like-,” he pauses, shaking his head, turning his neck, twisting his back to face you, “i don’t even know. i can’t even describe how you make me feel.” he narrows his eyes at you like he’s thinking of the most difficult math problem and trying to solve it in his head. “i know that sounds cheesy, i know it does, but i’m serious, i’ve never felt like this before.”
you sit up with him, his face morphs into realization, a tiny moment in time that you wish you could’ve caught on a camera. it looks effortlessly difficult, a long road to get there, figuring out his feelings in real time, and yet it doesn’t come out like a question. “i love you.”
your stomach drops. you can’t breathe. “you love me?” you ask.
even without instant reciprocation, he doesn’t show an ounce of regret, not a single one. in fact, he replies quickly, even more assured this time, “i do.”
“i can’t believe you just told me that you loved me before we’ve even been on a second date,” you say because it’s the only other thing on your mind other than i’m so scared to tell you that i love you too because i’m terrified that this will all end when we both admit our feelings to one another. he breathes a laugh, nodding, a smile on his face that hasn’t left since he’s admitted it.
“what happens when school ends?” you ask, trying to distract yourself from what’s really happening, from the realization of love glowing throughout your body, “we both graduate in the fall and-”
“i’ll follow you anywhere,” he answers quickly, facing you completely now, all attention on you, eyes scanning your face, just waiting for the okay to kiss you to show you how truthful he’s being. 
you keep coming up with excuses, not because you want him to agree with them, but because you want him to keep disputing them. “but you have volleyball and your own things that you’re doing and-”
he cuts you off. “i’m not doing any of that without you,” he says, pauses, and then adds, “if you’d keep me around.”
“okay,” you say, letting the air settle before reiterating, “second date it is then.” it’s the confirmation he’s been waiting for this entire time and he doesn’t hesitate in leaning forward and kissing you so hard that you fall back into the pillow again, no teeth or tongue, but just as desperate as last night and this morning. 
it’s not just an okay to the date. it’s an okay to the rest of your lives together, the two of you know this. it’s an okay to attending each other’s graduations, him sitting between maki and iwaizumi and cheering just as loud as the two of them, you sitting between osamu and bokuto and making a fool out of yourself as bokuto tries to lift you on his shoulder, and the mixed graduation party that you throw, the first party that you throw as a couple.
it’s an okay to a small apartment near campus after you decide to pursue your graduate degree, decorated with photos from your dorm, all of the plants that atsumu continues to care for, the cactus he got for you senior year and the cactus you got him as a graduation gift, a tiny shelf dedicated to osamu, tiny trinkets from the trips that the two of you went on all summer, floral bedsheets and a sage comforter, even more photos of him and his friends and you and your friends and you and his friends and him and your friends and just the two of you on your dressers, and a mat outside of your front door with strawberries that reads welcome home. 
it’s an okay to the trip that the two of you take to go see osamu, a road trip that consists of an uneven driving division, a playlist with a million genres of music that’s intersected by random half hours of podcasts, and a stop at a stupid roadside attraction that ends in an entire week of you getting to watch atsumu and osamu interact, unhinged and with a love that makes your heart swell no matter how many times you see it, and where osamu lets slip all of the plans that atsumu has for your future and how happy he is that the two of you ended up together, his actual girlfriend. it’s an okay to the handful of trips that you guys take to see osamu after that.
it’s an okay to the huge proposal that seemingly every single person in both of your lives has a hand in planning from the ring to the song to the stupid dance to the setting to the party, not just planning, really, but actually being apart of it too, embarrassment spreading over your cheeks and a stupid pride filling your heart as you enter a rented out building and are “surprised” by too many people to effectively be doing a flash mob proposal and you say yes into a microphone and are hugged by atsumu first and then a million other people and you want to cry but your tear ducts are dry, because it’s also an okay to the actual proposal that atsumu plans all by himself, rents a small apartment in the city that you’re terrified that he bought for you, but that isn’t the surprise here. it’s an okay to the quiet, meaningful, sob-inducing speech that he feeds you and the way that you can barely speak the word yes, you’re crying so hard, crying even harder when he kisses your ring finger before slipping on the ring.
it’s an okay to the wedding that follows, a destination somewhere beautiful that was supposed to just be close friends, but you quickly realize that the two of you foster a lot of relationships that could be filed under close friends, you do it anyways, and you let every single one of those close friends write a speech and you cry a lot and atsumu cries even more and you have your first dance to a stupid song that the two of you became obsessed with on your first road trip and you forgo a father/daughter dance but osamu insists on pulling you to the dance floor and no one dares to join you, all watching in silent awe as atsumu tries to stay stoic but fails miserably and atsumu lets maki steal you every other second because in maki’s speech he refers to atsumu as the shining light in an already beaming life and it’s the best few nights of your shared life, adding a million more photos to your bedroom walls and even more memories to your hearts. 
it’s an okay to midnight drives when you’re feeling down, and coming home from work early just to crawl into his lap, and going out to eat more frequently than you should because neither of you want to do dishes and both of you are craving something, and watching tv shows together before anyone else, and continuously finding out new things about the other, and never not thinking that the other person is the funniest person in the entire world, and sharing food and kissing a lot and an unwavering trust that you didn’t think was possible and the love that comes along with it. 
it’s an okay to everything. 
you say it once more, so you’re certain that he hears it all, so many thoughts, so many promises riding on four little letters, “okay.”
and he says it back, so that you’re certain he’s heard it all, “okay.”
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Love on Me. [M]
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Genre: Non Idol Au, Slice of Life, Romance, Smut
Warnings: SMUT, handjob, oral sex, PLEASE DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE A MINOR OMG 
Pairing: Member [Haechan] x Reader 
Word Count: 1.5k
Summary: You have to choose between fulfilling the needs of your lovable boyfriend or finishing your work for the day. 
A/N: I REALLY DON’T KNOW. Just something to pass the time. I needed to get this out of my system. 
You shuffle around the kitchen, purposely avoiding your boyfriend at all costs. You have a lot of work to get done before the midnight deadline and he is being particularly needy. Again.
You finish making your smoothie and start to twist the lid onto the bottle, when you feel soft but intentional hands wrap around your waist. Your shoulders rise and slowly descend as you sigh, but you made no attempt to move away.
“Baby, please. I just need twenty minutes.” Haechan softly pleads in your ear. “You haven’t paid attention to me all day. What am I supposed to do?”
You slide your body around so you are now facing Haechan. His hands are now on your lower back so you wrap your arms around his neck and gently run your fingers through the thick, brown locks of hair. Pools of hickory stare at you through half lidded eyes and you feel yourself begin to falter.
“Don’t make that face.” You say with a soft smile.
“You think you can deprive me of what I want and then give me orders?” Haechan smirks as his face slowly draws closer. Your heart leaps as he makes direct eye contact with you, before his eyes slowly close and you feel warm soft lips on your own. You kiss him back without any hesitation as the heat from his kiss sends all of your previous thoughts out of your head. He pulls you in closer as his arms wrap around your waist and you moan into the kiss before you pull yourself away.
“Babe, I have so much work that I need to get done.” You looked up into his eyes and instantly regretted it.
Haechan was gazing at you through hazed, half lidded eyes. He softly bit his plump bottom lip but said nothing. Instead, he let his hand enter your shirt and started to create circular motions with his fingers. He searched your eyes for a signal, but you kissed him before he could find it. His eager lips immediately mirrored your own, until he eventually pushed his tongue through, allowing himself to taste you in what seemed like eternity for him.
He pulls you back into him and you feel his warm cock against your core. That’s when you knew. He was going to win.
Haechan started to undress you, slowly. He grabbed the bottom of your shirt and began to pull it up, when you stopped him and broke the kiss.
He looked at you with his eyes full of sadness. They drooped and his eyebrows creased as he quietly whined. “Baby, no.” He shook his head and nuzzled into your neck. Soft kisses were showered onto your skin as Haechan frantically tried to gain the upperhand.
“Babe, I just want us to move to the bedroom, that’s all.” You managed to get out before a moan escaped.
“Let’s just do it here.” Haechan groaned, still fixated on your neck.
He never was the patient type.
“I was thinking I could do that thing that you like.” You whisper in his ear.
He groans and faces you again. “Don’t say things you don’t mean. It’s only going to make me more upset.” Haechan gives you a small pout but you take his hand and lead him to the bedroom.
As soon as you let go of Haechan’s hand, he begins to undress. You look back at him and giggle at his sense of urgency. You sit on the bed and pull your oversized shirt over your head and throw it over the edge of the bed.
Haechan speeds up his disrobing once he sees your bare chest and joins you on bed. You eyed his veiny, rock hard member as he laid down and waited for you.
You smiled at him and slowly started to rub his shaft. “I’m sorry for keeping you waiting. I promise I’ll make it better.” You tell him before giving a few kitten licks to the head.
“Baby, please don’t tease me. I want it so bad.” Haechan whined, as the bedsheets gathered in his fists.
You nodded and licked from the bottom of his shaft, all the way to the top and let a wad of spit fall into the head before taking his entire cock into your mouth.
“Oh shit!” He moaned and you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth. He slightly shook as you started to bob your head, ensuring you were sucking him off fully. You gagged when you reached the bottom of his shaft and used a hand to massage his balls as he started to moan from above you.
“Baby, that feels soooo fucking good.” Haechan panted as he watched you take his entire cock into your mouth over and over again. Once you felt Haechan had his fill, you sat up, grabbed a tube of lube from the night stand, and then poured some into your hand. You then motioned for Haechan to come to you.
He obeyed and sat in between your legs with his back to your chest. He wrapped an arm around one of your thighs and laid on your chest as you reached for his glistening member.
“Are you ready?” You ask him softly.
“Yes.” He whimpered softly.
You kiss the outer shell of Haechan’s ear as you begin to stroke his wet and hard cock. You hear his breath get caught in his chest as his cock twitched in your hands. You smeared the lube all over the surface of his shaft as Haechan quietly cursed underneath his breath.
“Does it feel good, baby?” You quietly spoke into his ear as the sound of his ragged breathing grew louder.
“Yes, it feels really good, baby.” Haechan huffed. “Please don’t stop.”
“Oh, of course not. I know you want me to milk you until you cum.” You now started to pump his cock a little faster and he whimpered in response. His arm tightened around your thigh as his stomach slightly caved in, the pleasure too immense for him to withstand. You giggled in his ear and gently massaged his tip, the lube aiding you and causing your thumb to freely glide over it.  
“Fuck, I’m so close.” Haechan softly whimpered. “Baby, I’m gonna cum, oh my God...”
“So soon, baby?” You seductively ask in his ear as you reverted back to milking his hard member once again. “You can do better than this.”
Haechan loved this. He loved your voice in his ear, talking him through the obscene motions. He loved the feeling of you controlling his release. You didn’t do it often because he was still too shy to ask you but he would immediately follow your lead if you offered.
“Your hands are so soft and warm.” Haechan groans, bringing a finger to his mouth. He barely bites his pointer finger, when he quietly moans with a following tremble. The sound of wet skin continued to fill the room as you played with his shaft.
“Do you think you can last a little longer for me? I was thinking maybe I could put my finger-” But you never finished. 
Haechan lost it. His hips jerked up, as he groaned and fluttered his eyes closed. “Fuckkkkkk.” His hips rolled as you felt liquid land on your hand. “Ahh.” Haechan panted as more spurts of cum left him. Once he was done, he made no attempt to move away from you. His chest rose and fell as he tried to gather energy, so you softly removed yourself from behind him so you could walk to the bathroom and wash your hands.
And for the first time that night, he let you leave his side.
He was satisfied.
You were rinsing your hands when Haechan appeared behind you, still naked. He looked shy and embarrassed and you couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he was.
“I wanted to say thank you.” He kissed you on the cheek and hugged you tightly. “I know I can be a pain but I just- I just really like it when we…” He trailed off.
You wiped your hands on a towel and nodded. “I know, baby.”
Haechan smiles at you and rubs your bare ass. He bit his lip and shook his head but said nothing.
“What?” You asked him, unsure of what he could possibly want.
“Will you please come back to bed?” He finally asks.
Oh, brother.
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i-loveoldermen · 1 year
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KEEGAN P. RUSS X YOUNG READER HEADCANONS
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I love Keegan sm, but I'm so upset there's barely any fanfics about him😭 so I decided to write my own to cheer up my own sadness✊
WARNING: minor swearing
You were actually a really cheerful kid, extremely energetic which was really hard for the 141 since they could hardly handle Soap and Gaz.
So having an even younger sergeant just made them want to quit. It honestly felt like they were just babysitters at this point.
But even so, no one could bring themselves to kick you out. (But if Ghost could, he definitely would have)
You're definitely besties with Soap and share everything with him. His like a best friend where you have to tell him every single tea.
"OMG SOAP GUESS WHAT?" "WHAT!?"
Most of the soldiers ignore you guys, as they are already exhausted with their own things.
But there was a certain sergeant who couldn't keep his eyes off you.
Keegan is probably the most annoyed one and if he could beat his co workers, he would most definitely do. Especially Soap (which I believe is for a different reason😇)
But he couldn't bring himself to say anything to you. You were just way cheerful and he didn't want to burst that happy bubble of yours.
Sometimes he even let you off with your insults, which leaves the crew horrified as they're shocked you're still stable and not paralysed yet.
I mean, sometimes your insults just sounds like compliments to him.
"Damn Keegan, you look less dead then usual"
Some of the crew are even certain he has a soft spot for you, the way he's just calm around you and not telling you to shut up must be the whole evidence.
Soap is the one who teases you the most, about how he's sure that Keegan has a crush on you.
"Ohhh, he's staring, look"
As much as no one can read Keegan through his eyes, they definitely can through yours.
The way they kinda squint which shows you're smiling and happy, or how they're half lidded and casted down wards showing your sadness
Keegan might never admit it, but the first thing he had ever noticed about you, was your eyes.
They just shocked him, they looked like an angles eyes to him. He believes they are the prettiest eyes.
Keegan actually looks like the type who looks extremely vicious and dangerous, but is the absolute sweetest to the person the like.
He just looks like the kind who would obey to everything you say, even if it's not him.
"Hey Keegan, can you help me braid my hair?"
I feel like if you were ever whine about wanting to paint his nails, he would give in. (He would actually love the result and keep it painted till they start to fade themselves)
"What the actual fuck is on your nails Keegan?"
I feel like he is so touch-starved that he would use any chance he gets just to hold you.
He feels the most happiest when there's only a small couch in a room and you both have to just squeeze in with each other.
The dude loves sweets.
Once you had actually baked for the whole crew and as you give it out, you noticed how Keegan enjoyed it.
After that you would secretly give him all you bakings (The biggest reason is that if Soap found out, he would be CRUSHED)
Keegan feels threatened whenever he sees you with Soap, like you would just forget Keegan just to hang out with Soap.
But Soap had reassured the intimidating man atleast 100 times that he does not have a single feelings towards you and that you were just like a younger sister to him.
Keegan believed him, but it still didn't stop him from death glaring him.
Keegan will definitely take you out every time he sees you upset.
Most of the time it's a mall, since he knows how much you love looking at random stuff and he's grown fond of each time your grin widens and your eyes glint when you fall in love with a certain cloth, or a make up product.
Keegan is definitely the big spoon. He just loves to wrap himself around you. It makes him certain that you're safe, because your secured.
He loves to watch you sleep, it makes him feel so happy. The way you mouth partens each time you breath makes him feel happy because he knows you feel safe with him.
You looks so beautiful to him in your sleep that he can't help but place a soft kiss on you. But really softly, as he doesn't want to wake you up.
(He has also taken a few pictures of you when you slept, you looked way to gorgeous and it would definitely be a loss)
He obviously told you about the pictures so you don't feel uncomfortable. But you didn't really mind, you just felt slightly embarrassed because you believed you looked weird.
Which Keegan just strangly stared at you, because to him you looked like a goddess.
"What do you mean you look ugly? You look magnificent to me"
I seriously believe he's a guy who won't let you move a muscle on your days off.
Hungry? He'll order something. Wanna watch something? He'll start the projector. You're bored? He's here and has a bunch of games.
:)
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scenario where shinsou and reader (fem) were having "fun" then they got caught by aizawa 🤭 [u dont have to write this lol!!] - v
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Authors Note: Hello V!! Omg, thank you for using a sign off your the first person to do that I really hope I see you regularly! Oh! And please feel free to use emoji sign off if you’d like too, \(≧▽≦)/
OFC I’D WRITE THIS FOR YOU! I made it into more of a short fic bc like you said its like a scenario but hope you like it my friend! Also thank you for requesting Shinso, I LOVE Bakugo but I felt kinda bad for him being the only one in my MHA/BNHA masterlist
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|♡| Red Handed |♡|
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Shinso Hitoshi x F!Reader
Description: After a very tiresome meeting with Aizawa, your pro hero boyfriend decided you were the perfect candidate to let off some steam. Not only was he enjoying himself, but he was also getting some much needed revenge by fucking over his mentor’s desk. Too bad Aizawa decided to enter his office at the wrong time. 
Rating: Smut
Disclaimer: Spanking, Light Choking, Exhibitionism,  Degration + Praise, Dirty Talk, Vaginal Sex, Getting Caught Doin The Nasty, Angry Sex
Word Count: 1222
 Links:  Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List
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“Fucking slut,” Shinso growled out, his thrusts slapping hard against your ass with every syllable. He was pissed, since becoming a pro hero Aizawa had managed to be up his ass about every mistake for the past month, and it seemed today was the last straw for your boyfriend. 
This is what caused your current position, bent over his boss's desk, clothes haphazardly pulled down just enough so he had access to your aching cunt.  You whimpered, pushing your ass to meet his leaking cockhead halfway, scratching at the dark oak desk from the ecstasy Shinso provoked. 
"Toshi!" You cried when he hit a sensitive spot on your spongey walls, your pussy fluttering around him in a way that made his hips stutter before quickly working back into his rough pace. 
Shinso's hands moved from his place on your back to trail up your sides, making sure to give your breasts a sharp squeeze,  before placing two of his fingers on your pouty red lips. "Open," he commanded, a slight pant in his voice.
You whined once more but decided to obey since he already wasn't in the best of moods. You parted your lips, making sure to swipe your tongue along his fingers as two of his pale appendages into your mouth. 
"Suck 'em, you know what I like," your boyfriend used his other hand to slap your ass, creating another red mark on top of the many finger-print-sized bruises you adorned. Quickly you got to work, swirling your tongue and moaning around his digits. 
"Damn, had to shut you up with my fingers so we don't get caught," he laughed mockingly, although he himself was in no better shape than you. His usually flared-out purple hair was now starting to droop, sweat beading at his forehead as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes and the most adorable scrunch to his eyebrows as he focused on pushing himself as deep as possible in you. Fuck, why did he have to be so pretty?
You couldn't take it anymore, the way his dick stretched you out so deliciously, the way he moaned and grunted, the way he had a tight grip on your ass and tongue. "Toshi, Hitowshi bwaby, so gwood," you moaned, voice muffled by his fingers which were now stroking your tongue, thumb rubbing your cheek from the outside. 
Shinso pulls out of your warm heat till only the tip was left, laughing at the way you cried out. You attempted to rub yourself on him, searching for any type of friction but Shinso was quick to push on your back, your breasts smashing against some very important documents Aizawa had. 
"Look at you wiggle," he teased, watching at your cute little hole squeezed around nothing. "So fucking dirty, crying for my cock on my boss's desk," he paused to moan when you squeezed your cunt around his sensitive cockhead. His hand reached down to spread your lips, watching as he slammed his full length into you. 
"Hitoshi!" You screamed, voice not coming clear since his hand abandoned your drooling mouth and moved to grip on your neck. He squeezed gently, providing a delicious pressure on your throat as he fucked you silly, thrusts so hard they caused ripples on your ass. 
"Mmph, baby fuck! So fucking cute, do whatever I ask huh?" Shinso asked, spanking you once more. Your eyes closed as you let your tongue hand out of your mouth, completely drunk off the feeling your boyfriend provided you. 
"Yeah, that's it, think you deserve a little reward," his hand reached down to rub your clit, messaging small circles in a way that had your toes curling. "Go ahead and cum baby, cum all over his desk. 
There was just something so overwhelmingly hot about fucking on Aizawa's desk, the risk of being caught, the anger behind your boyfriend's movements, how Shinso mixed his degrading with sweet praises, so filthy to the point you couldn't keep quiet anymore despite your weak attempts. Shinso just felt too good, his long fingers lingering on your neck, your ass burning from his heavy hands, him toying with your clit, and of course, his large cock rubbing your sensitive walls in a way only he could.  Within seconds the combination of these aspects had you creaming around Shinso's dick. 
"C-Cumming! 'm cumming, Hitoshi please!" You begged, legs shaking from the intense feeling, surely you would have fallen if it wasn't for the desk beneath you. Your hands reached out to claw at whatever you could, knocking down some items in the process. "Toshi, please cum, wanna feel you so bad." Drool dribbles down your cheek you lean your head down onto the cool surface beneath you, withering in this intense feeling. 
"Fuck, fuck! Why do you have to be so fucking tight—fuck hahh!" Shinso had let go of his grip on your neck and clit, leaving red marks from where his hands had previously been, and used both his hands to grab your waist, pulling you to meet his heavy thrusts.
By now your pussy was sopping wet, a thick creamy ring forming around the base of hm and dripping to his balls. Your pussy fluttered around him, squeezing him tightly almost making it hard to pull out. You always milked him so fucking good. 
"Shit, why do you have to be like this? My perfect slut."
Shinso panted when he finally pumped one final time, reveling in the wet slapping sound that came from it before emptying his balls in your cavern. Even while he was cumming his thrusts never stopped, although now softer and more sparatic. In the end, you two were a mess, Shinso leaving over your body basking in the afterglow. 
It felt so nice, feeling his cum slosh around inside you, his hands petting your head and allowing you to catch your breath. While Shinso could be rough he never failed to treat you like a princess after, you knew when you got home you would be showered in praises, kisses, and massages. 
"You okay honey?" He rasped, humping you against the desk. Your cunt couldn't help but flutter around him despite being exhausted. You turned your head to meet his tired eyes, watching as his once angry face from earlier melted into a pretty smile. 
"'m okay, but what about you baby? You feel better from earlier?" He chuckled at your response, always so attentive was his girlfriend. With a grin plastered on his lips, he placed gentle kisses on your back, his thurst finally halting as he pulled his head back to watch his cum leak out of you and back onto his cock. 
"I'm fucking fantastic."
The intimate moment was halted by loud commotion coming from outside the office, angry stomps trailing down the hallway to the front of the door. 
"They fucking did it again! I swear to god these kids will kill me, they destroyed so much fucking property! In fucking ruins!" The voice of Aizawa growled out, most likely screaming at his assistant before slamming his office door open. 
Shinso was fast to react, quickly pulling out of your warm heat with a hiss before scrambling to pull his pants up and using his body to hide your naked body from the very angry pro hero. 
"Oh my fucking god!" If Shinso thought Aizawa was annoying before, he was in for a real treat. 
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Authors Note: OKAY OKAY YOU CAN IMAGINE THE REST! I think Shinso would attempt to use his quirk to make Aizawa forget this whole fiasco but idk if he’s quick enough (⁄ ⁄>⁄ ▽ ⁄<⁄ ⁄) Also sorry this is shorter than usual! But I hope you enjoyed anyways <33 Please leave a comment, lemme know what you think! Don’t forget to check out my other works, and requests are currently open!! BYE BYE (ノ*°▽°*)
Links: Masterlist,  Ask Me Anything, Tag List 
Tag List: @katscki​, @libidinous-weeb
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