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#and I was like 👀 and so he let me watch it and I was like I wanna do THAT!
042502 · 2 days
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 𐙚  .   mine, all mine!
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⠀⠀⠀ᝰ.ᐟ pairing: chris sturniolo x fem!reader.
⠀⠀⠀ᝰ.ᐟ summary: an excellent combination, sex and a good ⠀⠀⠀cannabis cigarette.
⠀⠀⠀ᝰ.ᐟ content: smut. unprotected sex. marijuana consumption. ⠀⠀⠀slight mention of breeding kink.
⠀⠀⠀ᝰ.ᐟ pris's note: my first language is not English. Below I leave ⠀⠀⠀you the masterlist in case you like to read more content like ⠀⠀⠀this. Thanks for reading 🤍! This fic was written by my bestie in ⠀⠀⠀class 👀
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Chris watched as your body bounced up and down on his cock, the surface of your palms pressed firmly against his chest, enveloping his length completely, every inch of his hard cock filling your pussy, driving you both to madness.
It had been hours since they started, and whatever was in the joint they'd shared or in the night air, they were both fucking like animals.
Your thighs burned from the repetitive movements on Chris's body, exhausted, but your pace remained relentless.
Chris could tell you were desperate for another orgasm, sliding your wet pussy up and down his cock effortlessly as your juices and cum soaked your center and thighs from having thrust inside you so many times.
One of Chris's firm hands gripped your ass, his fingers gripping tightly on your soft flesh, keeping you in position so you wouldn't change your rhythm, while his other hand was in charge of putting the joint to your lips so that you could puff it and returning it to his when you were finished.
"That's it," he moaned, a slight smile on his lips as his hand guided you along his length, the expression on your face, your teary eyes that let small tears fall when you closed them in pleasure served as a great boost for his ego. "My fucking pretty girl, ride this cock, baby, it's all yours."
The lustful melody of your skin slapping against him, the sound of the firm spanks on your ass, your high-pitched moans and gasps were like divine music to both of their ears.
You moved your hips back and forth, bouncing up and down again, making circles and figure eights along its length, mindlessly dragging your hips wherever you saw fit, moving in any way on him.
“Eyes on me, princess,” Chris brought his hand to your jaw, forcing you to lower your head to look at him. "You're squeezing me so tight," He groaned, pressing your sweaty foreheads together, and by the way he looked at you you could tell that he knew you were on the verge of another orgasm once again. His eyes looked deep into yours and without wasting any time his hips rose up and met your bounces, aiming to get you to that height as fast as he could.
"Chris!" his name was the only thing you found emerging in your brain, the new angle of the position in which his cock pierces your pussy, He made you feel so full of him, so lost in pleasure that you didn't realize the knot in your stomach was breaking.
Chris squeezed your ass tightly, the painful pleasure forcing you to sit up and take his onslaught, making you feel how he fucked you with intensity, each drag of his cock against your walls sends you to a temporary state of immobility, your muscles tense as you feel yourself being showered with another blinding orgasm.
Chris watches with the joint between his lips as your mouth opens without making a sound, as your eyes roll back in his head, with an exhausted throat while nothing is said yet.
And he, at the same time, pumped his creamy cum back into your womb, praising you for fucking him so well, for having a perfect pussy that was totally his.
"You're perfect, mine, all mine, I'm going to give you until I fill you with me and have you carrying my babies, okay? That's what you want, right? good girl,"
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novembermorgon · 1 day
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How do you feel about all of King Jaehaerys' daughters? 👀
all of them... WHEW ! heres a saera to break up the text block
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i'm admittedly not the biggest fan of many of the pre-dance targs . not in the sense that i dislike them it's just that i've never been all that invested in their characters the same way i am, say, the dunk and egg era ones ... but theyre fun! i think all of jaehaerys kids are definitely really interesting by default on account of being born to a guy who people in-universe tend to praise very highly only for him to turn out a shitty horrible dad that fucks you over for the sole crime of being born as his child. lets take them in order! (it's been a while since i read fire and blood now so bear with me . might have missed or forgotten stuff ...)
daenerys ... to me she's kind of a victim of grrm seeming to kill off a lot of female characters specifically because they don't have that much of a role in the story. sort of a nothing-girlie unfortunately . i do think it's interesting that alysanne went to jaehaerys with the hope of daenerys being heir as the then-eldest child- sort of a harrowing premonition of his treatment of his future daughters. i wish we got more on her.
alyssa is fun! i think she's one of the stronger (in terms of writing quality) of jaehaerys kids, at least early on. she does end up, again, kind of suffering from grrms writing in the sense that she starts having children and suddenly almost loses that .. spirit ..? of her character ..? if that makes sense. i feel that he fumbled a little bit with wrapping her story up and once again falls into the pit of 'women who die in childbirth just because'. not to say i inherently mind that conclusion to a female character's story.. i think it's necessary in a universe like asoiaf to portray the difficulties that come with pregnancy and how that changes a person, but it often feels like a bit of a crutch in asoiaf to write a female character out of the story . other people have had more eloquent critiques of her character than me. but overall she's up there in the ranking for me :-)
maegelle is one of my favourites if only because she hits on a lot of notes i like in asoiaf! being a septa she kind of escapes a bit of the family horror that her sisters has to endure - but that also means she has to watch it from afar. alyssa, daella and viserra all die in relatively quick succession and she's not in any real position to do anything about it. even having escaped the family terrors you are still a victim of them etc. i like that she's got a bit of an attitude lol even though she's clearly a very compassionate kind person ('This is foolish, Father. Rhaenys is to be married next year, and it should be a great occasion. She will want all of us there, including both you and Mother. The archmaesters call you the Conciliator, I have heard. It is time that you conciliated.') - and her ending i think is very tragic, but in an almost sweet way. caring for children that most others are repulsed by, selfless to the end ... i like her.
daella is just tragic. other people have said more than i could ever about her but to me her marriage is truly one of the most horrific things that jaehaerys ever did in part because it's just so simple and not-so-dramatic. he tells alysanne that daella has to be married at the end of the year and she is. she's excited to be a mother to the children he already has. she's happy, despite the horrific situation she's put in - only to be doomed to die after a pregnancy where she has to beg her mother to come see her out fo fear. so terrible. makes my heart ache.
saera... there's a lot you could say about saera. inherently i'm a little bit opposed to stanning on the basis of the optics of prostitution in asoiaf and what it means for her to become a brothel proprietor in a city where there are five slaves to every free man - you can definitely critique her but she IS exceptionally interesting and i do like her. such a character. i feel like her defiance of her father gives such a good insight into how terrible jaehaerys was as a father- even in a book so almost distanced from its characters (in that it's a history book) you can really feel the frustration both of her parents and of saera herself and it really does make for good family drama. i feel bad for her just as i feel that she falls into the pitfall of the endless, vicious cycle that drives forward so many of the themes in asoiaf. delicious and horrifying . i wish we got to know more details about her children and what happened to her during the dance
viserra... ohhh. she might be my number one! right after the saera situation i feel like viserra, in the eyes of her parents, was almost like a reflection of her sister. there were many reasons for them marrying her off (none of which were good) but i think there really is that bite of saera leaving just a year earlier that stings in the back of their minds. just as with all these girls she's tragic and so very interesting and i wish we got to understand her better. trying to 'seduce' baelon is such a harrowing thought - like a cry for help, a need for somebody, anybody to save her from the same fate as almost all her sisters and grandmothers and great-grandmothers before her. it's horrifying to be a woman in westeros and no matter how loudly she cried for an out, nobody would give it to her. she was only fifteen when she died! how horrific is that! her last ride is such a terrible terrible visual to me. she deserved better and nobody around her was there for her in any regard. jaehaerys alysanne baelon i will haunt you for the rest of time.
gael.. :-( there's not much Here but for what it's worth she does intrigue me. the story of her and the mystery bard seducing her... i want to know more!! her mother dying just a year after losing her last daughter - so, so tragic. i think ive said this way too many times now. i don't know. what a horrible collection of fates. jaehaerys you will burn.
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thebarontheabyss · 2 days
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Regarding to that last spicy ask, now I wonder what would happened if the role was switched? The ROs are the ones giving those bedroom eyes to the MC but with a twist, the mc was completely oblivious with the stare and only realized it on the very last second like "what-? Why are you staring at me like- ohh nvm I understand now"
Oh, that's a good one 👀
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An oblivious MC and Death are a recipe for a complete disaster. Despite the poor reaper's desire to spend some alone time with you, you're unfortunately surrounded by other people. All night, you feel a pair of eyes burning into you, a constant sensation of being watched.
But every time you turn to look, Death quickly averts their gaze, pretending to be busy with something else. The whole situation leaves you confused and slightly paranoid until you finally catch on—just as Death stumbles over something in their flustered state.
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Lilith/Damian will 100% torment you for fun. Their gaze is intense, smoldering from across the room, and their playful smirk only adds to your confusion. "Why are you looking at me like that?" you wonder aloud, oblivious to the growing tension. "Why do you think?" they answer, not letting you off the hook easily, savoring your confusion until you finally realize their intent. By then, they've already closed the distance, whispering something suggestive that makes your heart race.
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Morgan/a's approach is gentle, a soft, lingering gaze that you might completely miss at first. They wait patiently, eyes filled with warmth and affection. When you finally notice, they chuckle softly, their voice soothing as they say, "I was wondering how long it would take you to realize." They take your hand, leading you away with a tender smile, their touch making you feel cherished and understood.
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Hastur would never give you this look in the company of others. However, throughout the evening, he feels it, a simmering desire just beneath the surface. He waits, hoping you'll notice, almost begging for it without a single word. Despite his intense longing, he hides it well, maintaining his stoic exterior. The evening passes with you none the wiser, leaving Hastur to endure the quiet torment of unspoken desire.
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With mastery over subtlety, Peisinoe's glances are so nuanced that you spend the night wondering what exactly they mean. Are they just being playful, or is there something more? They find an excuse to take you aside, finally breaking the tension. "You are rather thick, aren't you?" they say with a teasing smile before kissing you, and the realization dawns on you all at once.
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Is there even a need to explain how it will never happen? You need eyes for bedroom eyes or the desire to go to a bedroom. Both are missing He Without Name. You could stand in front of him all night, waiting for a signal that will never come, until you finally realize that subtlety is lost on someone who doesn't grasp the concept in the first place.
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accirax · 1 year
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for all the speculation i’ve seen about what could be behind Toshiko’s fan, my favorite version is still my headcanon that she’s hiding some very 14-year-old braces.
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sincericida · 4 months
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ANDREW GARFIELD
visiting the Omega Watches Museum.
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sad-trash-hobo · 6 months
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I think its actually really sad that Spencer and JJ's relationship really fell off after Emily's "death". He may forgive her to a point, but he never puts his full trust in her again. There's still an almost familial bond between the two, but after season 6, the amount of times that they're seen joking and being relaxed goes down. That could be because the writers didn't want to do any of that, but just viewing the content available, their relationship becomes almost completely professional. And especially when Alex joins the team, it's someone that Spence can relax with and rely on. She never teases him like JJ and Morgan do, and when she leaves the team it becomes more clear how alone he really is.
The whole prison stint kind of just reinforces how Reid can't rely on anyone in the team to help him, especially when JJ visited and having a pretty lady visit you in prison is bound to turn heads.
The whole thing in the last season of JJ telling Reid that she loves him and he's her first love really bothered me. And I felt like it put Spencer's feelings to the side, it made him be the selfish one for wanting what he didn't know was actually on the table because JJ already had a family. I also felt like that whole plot line was fanservice for all the people who thought JJ and Reid shouldve been together the whole time.
Overall, I do still love their relationship on the surface, but so much of the growth of their relationship was wasted and ignored and became stilted.
- read my tags for rambling -
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laesas · 1 year
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did you ever make a post about pete not liking tankhun ? i know you mentioned it a few times in your tags but i don't remember seeing a post. (i share your opin ions.)
I definitely toyed with the idea of meta or a gifset but I didn't ever make a full post! I love unrequited love and I ESPECIALLY love the extremely rare platonic version which Tankhun and Pete absolutely nail in my opinion!
There are loads of moments where Pete's smile drops around Tankhun very quickly, or he insults Tankhun behind his back. Instead of laughing things off like Arm and Pol, he almost has a wincing fear-response to Tankhun, which we don't really see at all from the other bodyguards.
I think that Tankhun likes to think of himself as being close friends with his bodyguards, and he does genuinely show a lot of open affection for Pete and eventually concern for his safety. But I think ultimately for Pete, Tankhun is just a part of Pete's job, and over time resentment has built up until he thinks of Tankhun as one of the *worst* parts of it. I definitely don't think he resents Tankhun enough to hurt or endanger him, but that's about as far as it goes, there's certainly very little love there.
Something about that dynamic is just particularly brilliant, especially when combined with Pete's eventual defection from Tankhun's side to Vegas'. He chooses a man who has beaten and tortured him over a man who showers him in affection and throws parties on his return.
I utterly adore Tankhun but I think as a character that's grown up in a gilded cage, he doesn't really understand that what Pete needs is a sense of his own autonomy rather than being dragged to "fun" "lets cheer up Pete" parties that Tankhun has demanded on his behalf. At least with Vegas he *chose* to go back, he handed Vegas the ropes, let him lock him back up again. Even before he develops feelings for Vegas, Pete has clearly felt like a subhuman pet for Tankhun and the main family for a long, long time and I think ironically Vegas acknowledging Pete's humanity is the tipping point for him.
I think even without their nascent romantic love as a factor, Pete would always choose Vegas. Because despite the threat of suffering, he offers a sense of freedom that Tankhun's gilded cage does not. It all makes for an incredibly interesting betrayal, and makes Pete choosing Vegas over Tankhun all the more pointed. By choosing to be Vegas' pet, he chooses to be human.
#I have had this gifset concept rattling round my brain since before I even learned to make gifs#if I didn't have so many complicated feelings about Pete after the whole Build situation I'd make it in a heartbeat tbh#my worry is that it would either be taken as a ''hating on Pete'' set and I'd get mad shit for it in my inbox#(despite it being one of my fave facets of his character)#or it would be interpreted as a ''Build's acting appreciation!'' post which tbf it kinda would be.#theres no getting away from the fact that he shaped Pete into a very interesting and nuanced character#but you wouldn't catch me dead making a ''Captain Jack Sparrow appreciation'' set even if I loved POTC as much as KPTS yknow?#like theres only so much distance I can split the character from the actor. which sucks bc Pete as a character was one of my favourites#idk. probably not the ideal answer lol#my first instict was to just make the set since it was all planned out from like december#but since January my love for Pete as a character has mostly been in a little box on a high shelf that I do not ever touch. which is sad#but it is what it is ig#anyway lol 👀#tankhun theerapanyakul#pete kp#tankhun kp#kp meta#ask#anon#watch me deliberately not putting that shit in the pete tag out of fear#anyway back on the high shelf you go little pete feelings. lets go back to simply not acknowledging u once more lol 🥲✨#goddamn I deliberately hadnt thought about him in months but now I kinda miss Pete... :( I love this ask though thank u for sending it! 🦔✨#damn rereading this its like girl. do you have an unrequited love for commas?? fucking use them?? :) anywaY#kpts
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r0semultiverse · 9 months
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WAIT- is this one of the alternate timelines created from the space-time sword ("Shintō Amenogozen")!? 👀
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I'm an anime-only bsd enjoyer & ever since that damn sword popped up after Atsushi & Akutagawa killed him on the boat but he was able to erase/undo(?) that timeline, I've been thinking that technically means there's multiple timelines. This would be the one where Fukuchi won that conflict we just saw or something else entirely is going on given the way he's dressed (if that even is him)! 👀👀👀
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bereft-of-frogs · 5 days
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Have to give my Dad the #facts before he watches the Acolyte tomorrow, after he made the mistake of asking how my book marathon is going, please excuse my poorly drawn hearts
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leoxxii · 2 years
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do you think maximus accidently "overheard" a bunch of shit purely bc he pretended to not know sign language for like 10 years. like there has to be things bolt signed to medusa bc he thought nobody else in the room would understand anyways. there has to be SOME things medusa didn't translate bc it was just him venting or cursing right. what secrets does maximus have??
#like. bolt tells medusa someone has a shitty outfit and maximus is just sitting watching them like 👀#they try to surprise maximus but it NEVER works and they cant figure out why#lets ignore the moral implications of maximus pretending to not be able to converse properly w his own brother for a little bit#bc i think there could be a few fun scenarios to play around with#i def like how in the comics maximus can understand him just as well as medusa and doesnt like. hide that.#i guess he also can read minds in the comics i suppose that helps#i just think black bolt and medusa shit talking while maximus has to pretend to not understand them to be very very funny#OH WE CAN MAKE IT SAD. THEY TALK POORLY ABOUT MAXIMUS RIGHT IN FRONT OF HIM. OH SHIT WE CAN MAKE IT SAD#SO MUCH to do with this show's poorly thought out canon#KABSKABDH#but anyways. WHY is sign language not like a necessary thing to learn in attilan. why does NOBODY know sign#surely that should be taught in schools if their king STRICTLY communicates in sign??#why do none of the other royals know sign? karnak gorgon crystal and triton NEVER try to learn it??#like.thats weird right? even if its so the audience can understand bolt. which is why a lot of dialogue between him and others is kinda off#the implications that NOBODY in his family except medusa and maximus even ATTEMPTS to learn his only means of communication#is just p weird!! why wouldnt they?? you can still have that weirdish dialogue that he has when hes alone w medusa or max#throughout the entire series#instead of. abso fucking lutely NOBODY of these 1400 people except TWO ever learned any sign#sorry ive gotten off topic here the world building fascinates and confuses me !!! im obsessed with dissecting this bug of a show !!!!#inhumans#marvel#maximus boltagon#blackagar boltagon#medusalith amaquelin
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sparklingpax · 2 years
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About that 18th episode of Masterforce.... The good thing is that Minerva didn't end up like Movieverse Jazz. Yikes
LMAO YEA TRUE (rip jazz tho 😔🤘🔥)
A harrowing experience but luckily, we can actually thank Sixknight for that!
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ALSO RELATED, THEYRE SO FUCKING TINY COMPARED TO HIM OH MY GODDD 💀✨✨✨ (edit: I've added an episode summary in the tags idk but anyone who sees and reads it tysm 🥺❤️)
-Kuni :3
#this episode is quite interesting like. Sixknight goes to the Decepticons like 'Im Cool Right Im Soooo Fearsome 😌' & megas like 'No lol'#he gets pissed#gets escorted out like an angey customer. blood & gilmer are like 'hey yk 😏 defeat a Godmaster 😏😏 then maybe we'll let u back in 👀'#he goes fuckin WILD on some random Location while Blood & Gilmer just watch like 🤔🤭#naturally Hawk + the kids + Waverider + Ginrai are all like 'ok who the FUCK 😐' and go to check it out and Sixknights like#'WHO ARE YOU IDIOTS WHERES GINRAI' and then Shuta is there and hes like 'HAH IVE FOUND GINRAI!!!1!1' & proceeds to beat up a confused Shuta#who didnt even get time to do anything other than go hUH#& then Actual Ginrai Shows Up and immediately mops the floor with Sixknight after watching him Show Off for like 10 minutes (ok maybe 3)#so THEN blood & gilmer are like 'hehE we'll fix this' and grab minerva to force like all the autobots to stand down and then Sixknight#gets so mad at Ginrai for not fightng back like 'NO WE'RE NEMISISES FIGHT ME >:C' figures out its cause Minerva#so he has her released (^^ cue the cute group hug between the kids & waverider & hawk!! ✨💓)#says something about human weeds (prob offending ginrai) then like 2 more minutes of 'hERES MY SIX PART ATTACK DIE 😝'#so ginrai loads up his gun#shoots ONCE. and thats it. fight is over. ginrai even turns back into a human to be like 'LOOK AT *THIS* WEED 🤪' (paraphrased)#ginrai takes the kids leaving sixknight in actual shambles as the sun sets behind him. narrators like 'will he be back?? who knows 😔🤫🙏'#gilmer and blood are all 'oh hes all show nvm 🙄' aS IF THESE FUCKERS HAVE EVER SUCCESSFULLY ACCOMPLISHED ANYTHING WITH MEANING AAJDGSKSKS#OH MY GOD I WENT OFF OOPS UM#anwyays:]#kuni talks#kuni answers#asks#anon asks#super god Masterforce#masterforce moment òwó 🥺💖✨#minerva#transformers stuff#transformers super god Masterforce#tf#transformers#<3
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chronomally · 2 years
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I've seen people talking about how they want Ingrid to date Z NO. I want him
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grantihare · 2 years
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good morning from mordred and his chickens
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imwritesometimes · 2 years
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ngl watching kenobi and seeing all these kick ass duels again like in the prequels makes me really mad my mom didn't let me do fencing like I wanted to when I was a kid....
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screampied · 1 month
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pls pls pls can we get some overstimulating toji, Hes whimpering so much, maybe tie his hands up 👀🙏 love u twin
❤︎ ໋𓈒 toji letting you "top" him
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warnings. fem! reader, overstim, whiney toji, riding him after he cūms, dirty talk, mdni.
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“hmph. you’re gettin’ too fuckin’ cocky,” toji gruffs lowly, leaning back against the padded comforter. dark eyes stare right back into you as you straddle his lap. he’s buried into you, and he was just about to finish. his breaths were quick paced, huffing and puffing. white clouds of air escape his lips as he keeps dark irises on each of your fidgety movements. “wipe that smile of y’er face. don’t like when ya give me that look.”
you hum, leaning in to toss your arms over his wide shoulders. whilst he’s stretching your gummy walls out to the very fullest— you lean in to plant a kiss near the right side of his lip, soft contact right against his infamous slanted scar. a soft moan always withdraws from his lips whenever you did that. the toughness that scraps against your mouth as you plant your lips down on that specific spot. “or …what?” you tease, grinding your hips just a bit more brisker at a fleeting tempo. “aw, someone’s getting close?”
“fuuuck,” he growls out, pearly white canines sticking out near the very corners of his mouth. toji’s head throws back in rapture and he feels your hand glide down the middle part of his chest. his shaggy, unkempt bare chest—all types of scars from his work that you love to feel all over. he’s about to pump you full, the blissful agitation that pokes against his nerves makes him feral. “sensitive still,” and with a low exhale, he glares at your stretching sly smile. “don’t give me that look. don’t …. even—f-fuck..”
and at that exact moment, toji fushiguro whined.
you grow quiet. he grows so quiet, it’s so silent that you could hear a pen drop.
toji swallows, even a simple action as that was just so loud. he groans, leaning back against the fat silk pillows before he stares at you with low hooded eyes.
“s-shit,” and his voice continues to grow more . . . shaky.
it’s so unlike him, the way his words quaver from each word was so cute to hear. you even had his hands tied up, pinned amongst the edges of the bed. he was sprawled all out for you while you were grinding against his lap.
“i spoil you too much, f-fuckin’ little girl,” and he’s clearly trying to keep up his rough facade— but alas, it’s really no use.
“you’re cute when you whine, baby,” you smooch against the scar near the right side of his lip.
his mouth twitches in vexation and you watch as his eyes roll further back.
his abdomen— oh, it burns into a mild volume of arousal, he’s profusely sweating before he feels himself about to break. each time you sneak a kiss against his scar, he groans. “mwah,” you tease, treating the lower part of his face with such delicacy. toji was shooting you a look of grimace. briefly—he tried to keep up his stubborn antics, but his glare only turned into lewd eye rolls from how good you clamp against his cock. it’s so good, the saturation of your sopping wet pussy squeezing down on him tight, he’s going dumb by the minute. “it’s okay, toji. you can cum.”
“don’t tell me what to d—” and he gets cut off before he quite literally does cum, it’s abrupt. toji’s quavering underneath you as he dumps a thickset load of seed into you. “shit, fuckin’ damn,” he heaves. his breath was heavy as he’s leaning all the way back now. with a hand still gripped onto your left hip, he sinks into the weightlessness nirvana that awaited him. “fuuck,” he pants, a rough hand grasping your ass— for a solid moment, toji grows quiet and the only sounds that’s could have been made were the sloshes of your cunt accepting his seed. somehow he managed to rip off the restraints on his wrists—wasting no time to finally touch you. in the midst of still rocking your hips in a circular rotation again toji—it consists of such satiny ropes, you’ve never felt more stuffed. “ugh, fuckin’ slut. got me moanin’ for you like this-”
you giggle, gifting him with a chaste kiss. “i’m not done, baby. keep up with me, okay?”
toji’s caught by surprise once you start to move your hips again, accelerating them against him and he whines. “f-fuck, the fuck? girl, ‘jus fuckin’ came . . sensitive, goddamnnn.”
it was cute, the way his low raspy voice pitches up an octave— he’s whimpering, the rapid movements of your pussy having him practically speechless. with his twitching dick now flaccid, he’s still got a firm grip on your waist. a raw groan only then wrenches from the back of his throat.
“can’t cum anymore, f-fuck, ‘m still sensitive,” he babbles, softly pulling you by the neck to give him a kiss.
and by kiss, it was more sloppy than anything. with wet tongues moving against each other in tavern, he feels you grinding again and again.
toji’s so warm. he can feel his heartbeat coercively pulsating through his ears. your tender touch against him had him so needy. even while having him like this— he was still attractive, yet that’s when you grab his wrists, making him pin them back again. “fuck are ya d-doing.”
“no touching me, baby,” you hum, and his glare returns. with pinkish crimson lips squeezing into a scowl, his darkened eyebrows curl into a furrow. “touch me after you give me another one, yeah?”
he swallows, toji couldn’t believe how dominant you were being. it was rare to get him like this, even rare to be on top of him.
“fuckin’ brat,” he grouses, his muscles near his forearms tensing. your cunt’s involuntarily constricting around his massive length. your walls hug him tightly before he starts to pant more and more. “fine. f-fine, just kiss me again…… please.”
you lean in, throwing your arms around his broad shoulders before pulling him into a deep kiss.
he’s so sensitive—heavy, hot huffs of breaths gnashing together, he whines again in your mouth. toji shivers, feeling the print of your thumb brush down against his undercut. he groans, feeling your hips start to pick up pace again and he pulls away to breathe. “phew,” he puffs out, seeing nothing but pure stars. you rode him so good that he didn’t even have a witty comeback.
toji’s entire face was all flustered, he glowers once he sees your smug grin tug against your lips. “what.”
“you should whine more,” you pause your hips, leaning in to pepper a few kisses against his cheek. he’s so fluttered—still heaving through his full lungs, eyelids halfway open as a big arm wraps around your waist. toji pulls you close, despite how embarrassed he was—he took it as a opportunity to pull you closer towards him. “you sound so cute when you’re whiney.”
“shut up,” he pouts, avoiding eye contact. toji’s still stuffed inside of you before he grunts once he feels you starting to move then stop. “m-mhm. don’t stop though. keep going.”
you giggle, bringing a single finger to stroke his cheek. “say please, toji.”
“fuckin—” he starts, sending you straight daggers. he’d argue further but he was still deeply buried into you. just a quick move with your hips and he’d start whining again from the euphoric friction. “fine. fine, just finish fucking me, please.”
“good boy,” you kiss the top of his head, starting up your hips again and he brings you into his chest, wrapping his beefy arms around you before whimpering into your neck.
he swallows, seeping his teeth into the crevice of your neck. “shut u-mhm,” and he slumps back with a pussydrunk smile on his face. “actually….praise me more. call me that again, ‘n look at me when you do.”
“good boy, toji,” you repeat in a sweet voice, picking up his head to make him stare into your eyes—he’s still panting before he leans back, groaning, shuddering from your touch. “such a good boy.”
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AND THEN THERE WERE THREE…
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NOTES — just saw challengers today and absolutely needed to write smth for these two! only used a gif of art because theres none of the two of them and almost none for patrick </3, i’m a little rusty with smut so bare with me
WARNINGS — 18+ content mdni, slight challengers 2024 spoilers, fem!reader, kinda dom!art, pure smut/little plot, art/patrick interactions, talk of previous art/patrick sexual encounters, spit play, oral (m receiving), tit sucking, dirty talk, mentions of anal, little bit of aftercare, not proofread, lmk if i forgot anything!
REQUEST — Pls write a smut fic with reader and Art fucking in the hotel room (with Patrick watching) and reader asking if Patrick can join them and ofc Art can’t say no because he finds the idea of this super hot. Maybe reader makes Art and Patrick make out like in the movie 👀
WORD COUNT — 1.6k
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None of you were too sure how exactly this had started. You, Art, and Patrick had stumbled back into their hotel room after leaving the beach, each of you finding your own place to sit after Patrick opened up a beer, took a swig, and passed the can to you. You’d taken a seat closer to Art, having naturally gravitated towards him more so than Patrick. And quickly, you and Art were making out, leaving Patrick to watch. 
You blamed the beer. And the fact that you found both Art and Patrick incredibly hot. One minute you’re at a party, dedicated to your best friend, Tashi Duncan, and the next you’re sitting on the beach being invited back to the guys’ hotel room, and the next after that, Art is stripping you of your clothes while Patrick takes a seat leaned up against the wall opposite the foot of the bed. 
“Can I-” He begins, fingers fiddling with the hem of your shirt, desperation clear in his eyes. At your nod, Art quickly yanks your shirt over your head and immediately pulls your body flush against his. He’s planting soft, wet kisses up and down your neck as his fingers work the back of your bra. His eyes widen the moment it drops to the ground. 
Giving you a moment's glance he quickly sucks one nipple into his mouth, licking and sucking and biting. Feeling as though he’s neglected the other one, he pinches and tugs on the opposite nipple, smiling around the one in his mouth at the moans you let out. 
“Yeah, baby? You like this? Me with your tits in my mouth and my best friend jerking off while watching us?”
For a moment, you’d forgotten about Patrick. Your eyes shoot open, landing on him instantly. The sight of him, slouched against the wall, his hand already wrapped around his cock, with his eyes fixated on both you and Art. He looked so hot, you weren’t sure how you’d forgotten that he was even there. 
“Mhm, ‘s hot.” you admitted, turning Arts face back to you, tugging his bottom lip back into your mouth. The blond pushes you back onto the beds that were pushed together - Patrick’s idea if anyone were to ask - and begins kissing up your stomach only stopping long enough to kiss each of your nipples. He grabs your face, pushing his fingers into your cheeks, making you open your mouth, before letting a large glob of spit fall from his mouth into yours. 
“Swallow.” He smiles when you do so without complaint, even going as far as to look as if you wanted him to do it again. 
Patrick moans at that, louder than before. Sure he and Art had messed around before, when they were both single and bored and needed a good fuck, that wasn’t new, but hearing that commanding tone in the blonds voice sent a shiver down his spine. 
“God, that was hot.” Patrick sighs, laughing when Art gives him the finger. 
“Fuck off, Patrick.” Both of them know he doesn’t mean it, if he wasn’t wanted there, you or Art would’ve said something, but you didn’t. whether Art knew it or not, both you and he wanted him to stay, and keep watching.
At some point during that interaction, you weren’t sure when exactly, Art had shed his pants and underwear. He was dragging the tip up and down your slit, up and down, stopping every few seconds to slap your clit with it. When your eyes finally landed on his length, it made your jaw drop. He was big, bigger than you’d seen before, he was long and girthy with veins running along the bottom of it. 
He slowly slides into you, admiring the look of pure bliss on your face. He’d never seen anyone look so angelic. The closest comparison he could make was how Patrick looked when he’d first given him a blow job. He wouldn’t call the look on Patrick's face angelic perse, but it was hot, really hot. The reminder of that, and the way you’ve begun clenching around him, spurs him into you. His hips snapping into yours, his heavy balls hitting your ass with each thrust. It was unlike anything either of you had felt before. 
I want him to join.
You weren’t sure that the words had actually left your mouth until the blond on top of you stopped his thrusts, looking into your eyes for a moment. 
“That what you want, baby?” He murmurs, kissing sloppily up and down your neck, shivers running through your entire body at his touch. His fingers falling to your clit, flicking at it. The pleasure was almost enough to make you forget that he’d even asked a question. 
Almost. 
“Please,” Even in your fucked out state, you couldn’t help but want more. 
“Come on, Zweig. You heard her.” Patrick grins, hopping to his feet, although slightly hesitant. He wasn’t sure where to go, or what to do. But his nerves dissolved the moment Art turned around, and gave him that look, one that he knew meant that everything would be okay. It meant that he just needed to get over himself and have a good time, everything would work out. After that he’s on the move towards you, giving Art a harsh slap to the ass as he goes past him, laughing when Art swats back at him. 
Patrick all but flies onto the bed, having kicked his underwear off the moment he stood up, and his shirt is long gone, a mix of yours, his, and Arts clothes are scattered around the hotel room, sure to have lost at least one thing. But none of you had it in you to care, too overwhelmed with pleasure. Your mouth opens before he’s even fully on the bed, but he gets the message, quickly positioning his tip in front of your mouth, thrusting a few times before losing control and fucking your throat. 
The three of you move in tandem for minutes, or maybe it was hours, Art would thrust into you, rubbing your clit with his fingers, while Patrick would be pulling himself out of your mouth at the same time. It felt as though this was a regular occurrence, as though it were normal. And god did you hope it would become a normal thing. The three of you, together, making each other feel good. 
Tapping Patricks thigh lightly, you hum happily when he pulls out of your mouth, giggling at how quickly he begins to check and make sure you’re okay. 
“What? What’s wrong? Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?” The words come out of his mouth at lightning speed and it’s difficult for you to understand, but Art had and his thrusts slowed to a stop, hands leaving your body, giving you a questioning look as if repeating everything his friend had just said. 
“I’m fine baby,” And then you say something neither of them could quite hear. 
“Gotta speak up for us, sweetheart. Can’t do what you want us to do otherwise.” That comes from Patrick, Art nodding along with him. 
“Want you two to kiss.” The words fly out of your lips and you’re suddenly shy, pressing your face into Patricks thigh, nipping at it softly. 
Both men smirk at you before making eye contact with each other, giving a subtle nod. 
“Well c’mon man, you know how I like it.”
The combination of Arts words, his sudden thrusts and Patrick taking it upon himself to flick at your clit, push you over the edge. The power of your orgasm makes your legs shake, your mind empty of anything this isn’t you, Patrick, or Art. 
They’re still kissing, it’s all teeth and tongue and spit. It’s messy, and it only stops long enough for Arts mouth to fall open, moans spilling out as he comes inside of you, hot spurts of his come flooding your insides, leaving a white ring around the base of his cock as he fucks you through both of your orgasms. 
At this point, Patrick has taken a step back, and is watching again. He’s stroking himself with one hand, squeezing just right and out of nowhere, Art reaches out, cupping the dark haired man's balls, tugging and rubbing on them just the way Patrick likes. The added pleasure sends him crashing over the edge, he barely has the time to move and aim his cum to where you and Art are connected, spilling himself all over your cunt and Arts cock. 
Art pulls out and the three of you fall into a pile of heavy breathing, sweat, spit, and cum on the beds pushed into the middle of the room. Once you all catch your breath, Patrick is the first to speak. 
“Wow.” It was simple, but it made you all burst out laughing. 
“Wow, indeed.” you murmur, pressing a kiss to his pec, turning to do the same to Art. 
“That was fucking hot.” Arts words make you all giggle yet again. 
“Okay,” Patrick leans you into Art and pushes himself off of the bed, “‘m gonna get you two cleaned up, be right back.” He reassures you, hearing you whine at losing his presence. He comes back with a warm washcloth in hand, and a small cup of water in his other. He hands the water to Art motioning for him to take a drink and then give you some as well, while he bends at the waist, resting his knees on the floor and taking the cloth to your core, cleaning you as gently as he could before moving onto Art. Tossing the cloth to the corner of the room he pulls both you and Art into his embrace, enjoying the quiet for a moment before you break the silence. 
“Round two? Whoever makes me cum harder gets to fuck me here first.” You smile slyly, placing your hand on your ass, giggling when Patrick snatches you from Arts hold, muttering something about how he ‘got you first last time and that it’s his turn now.’
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