#and just grab on with my legs and pummel his face

[a-hazbin-reader]

Okay we also see Alastor go ham and how wifey swoons over him but now what if wifey let lose, like someone threatens him or the hotel and before anyone could react she dashes forward killing them brutally and mercilessly?

🥵

Alastor X Reader Headcanons

✅️Romantic

❌️Platonic

TW: Violence, Blood, Wifey is crazy, Suggestive

Description: ☝️⬆️

Not many people know that Alastor's wife is a badass, mostly because you're content to watch and support your husband on the sidelines

But that doesn't mean you aren't your own kind of terrifying, you're a bad bitch and that's how you pulled your husband

He knows you can take care of yourself and loves it when you put someone in their place, he even likes it when you put him in his place 😏

Everyone is so used to Alastor protecting you that they never consider what you're capable of, your husband is just being a gentleman

But Alastor knows this and looks forward to the times you want to handle things yourself

Someone is harassing you on the street? Being crude and disgusting to you because they assume you're just some random dame?

Your husband simply looks at you to see if you want him to handle it or not, he would love to teach this punk a lesson for you

But he gets excited when you shake your head and start taking off your jewelry, holding his hand out to hold it for you

"Oh? Do come back dirty for me, I'll lick you clean~"

"Promise?"

He just watches you pummel the street urchin with a satisfied smile on his face, letting out a lovesick sigh at the sound of your victim's screams

"Isn't she a vision, Husker? Look at the way the blood drips down her body~ Absolute poetry in motion~"

Husk just sighs and chugs a bottle of booze, already so done with the two of you

"Yeah, uh, she's really somethin'..."

Alastor lets out a happy hum and turns back to watch you, completely enamored by the sight of you

"She really is~"

You try to help your husband in a fight? Well suddenly its just you figuring because Alastor stops to watch the show

"Alastor, aren't you going to help her..?"

He almost doesn't hear Charlie speaking to him, a cloud of hearts practically fluttering around him as he stares at you, frozen in place

"And deprive myself of this beautiful sight? Now, that would be a true sin... Look to your left, my dear!"

He actually has to cover his mouth with his hand to hide his blush when you spin around and impale them, blowing your husband a kiss

"Thank you, darling~"

His tail is wiggling with happiness, dramatically catching the kiss and keeping it close to his heart

Charlie thinks at some point she hears him whistling at you but she doesn't want to look and confirm

Or when someone tries to hurt your family, Alastor has seen you lose your shit because you caught someone trying to assassinate him

One moment, he's relaxed and snuggling with his darling wife and the next, he hears a crash and sees you throwing the attacker across the room

And he'll be damned if he doesn't say that it does something to him to see you like that

You're practically feral as you tear apart the screaming demon, a blinding rage taking you over

"How dare you come into MY HOME! Try to hurt MY HUSBAND!"

Alastor is nearly blushing, flustered and pulling on his collar as he watches you defend him like he's some helpless little demon

"Darling, you sure do know how to make your husband hot under the collar, don't you~?"

He catches one of your hands mid strike and takes you out of your rage, unable to stop himself from kissing your blood covered face

He can't help it, seeing you so angry and violent reminds him of when he first met you-

The would-be-attacker is still alive, a weak hand coming up to grab at your ankle when you suddenly use your own powers to finish him off

You're too busy being kissed and fondled by your husband to devote any more attention to them

He hoists you up suddenly, your legs wrapping around him as he steps over the body of your victim, leaving the room to take you upstairs instead

He nuzzles his face against your neck, distracting you from glaring at the corpse in the other room

"Do you think you could toss me like that, darling?"

"Alastor~!"

Wifey is just a doll 😍

#hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin hotel x reader #alastor hazbin x reader #alastor x reader #hazbin x reader

[swxxtsxcchxrine]

Love that everyone agrees that Miguel is a munch and pussy whipped!! But I don’t think enough people talk about him liking when you squirt! He loves when he’s soo deep, feeling you clench around him and you push at hit stomach as you lift your hips and gush all over him. Loves when you’re so overwhelmed and cumming that he bullies his cock back in. Looooves the tears streaming down your face and the chants of his name as he asks you to do it one more time!!!

Also not enough people know that men can squirt too if the tip is stimulated enough and I think Miguel being overstimmed and squirting would be so🤤.

GIRL WOW i immediately got butterflies when i read this your mind is just 🤯 but you are 110% right. no way men can squirt 😭😭 thats so crazy, ill defo use that in my next whatever these things are muahhh!

Miguel uses you squirting as a personal challenge to himself yk. at one point he makes it his goal to make you gush at least once every time ym have sex. you could say its his way on claiming you, because he knows he's the only one that can make you cum so hard. he's got you folded in half, his thick cock splitting your tight cunt, the line between pleasure and pain becoming blurred. your mind is mush and so are your insides. Miguel watches you as you mewl out his name. "you feel that, mama? that's me, that's all me..." he teases as he pushes on the bulge from your belly. a frothy ring of your cream rims his cock, as your gummy cunt oozes it's juices all over the sheets and drips all over his pelvis. fat tears slide down your hot cheeks while the fat tip of his dick hit the opening to your cervix. his large build easily overpowers you so he grabs the backs of your knees and brings them to your shoulders. you whined out loud pawing at his arms in an attempt to slow him down. "mphm, i'm gonna fuck a baby into you, pretty girl. fuck, you're gonna be such a good mama," he grunts. he can feel your hole clenching on him tight, basically milking his cock. he hisses before groaning as his roll back. "all round and swollen with our babies, fuck, i can't wait," his hips stutter for a moment before he finds his rhythm once more. his pelvis pounds into you harder than before, his dick going in deeper than before. "Miguel... t's too big...can't..." your hands run down his pecs, rubbing on his hard nipples. "awe, my poor baby doesn't know her potential," he coos. "yes you can, you can take it all f'me, yeah?" he smiles condescendingly. he is such a meanie. his sly hand reaches down to run tight circles on your clit. "Miguel!" you sob, your vision being blurred by stinging tears. your hands push and grab at his arms, his abdomen, anything you can grab as you gasp and squeal from the overwhelming pleasure. you try to run away from his dick and his fingers while chanting his name as a desperate plea, but he's faster and stronger than you. he holds your hips in place as the buck and tremble vigorously. your stomach flips and you suddenly feel like your about to pee as his cock hits your g spot every time. your slick pussy tightens around his dick as you gush around his fat dick. his cock pummels out from the force as his fingers play around with your clit, spraying your squirt everywhere. "there's a good girl," he says lifting your legs up and spreading your lips apart to watch your cunt clench around nothing. your pussy was sore and battered and you were completely worn, but he wasn't done with you. you squeal before trying to close your shaking legs from sensitivity but he holds them open by force. he rubs the tip of his angry cock through your folds, catching it on your clit as you shudder and move your hips away with a sob. "s'ok, mami. i know, i know. i'm gonna make you feel so good, yeah?" he whispers while slowing slipping his hard and pretty cock back into your gummy insides.

i need a man like miguel so bad, i like my men big, beefy and a lil mean. hes so so so so so so so hot. I wanna give this man the most tear jerking, fantastic, name yelling, toe curling, eye rolling, ass clenching, soul sucking, jaw locking, heart wrenching, leg cramping, award winning, sheet gripping, mouth drooling, sloppiest head ever, then i want him to dump his warm cum into my mouth, then he’s gonna flip me onto my hands and knees and eat me inside and out making my legs shake and shiver, and tremble before making me gush all over his pretty face before stuffing me with his long and thick cock, pounding me into the mattress, into oblivion, dumbing me down into nothing but a pretty pile of glitter, thrusting into me, hitting that same good spot and the spilling his hot seed into me making me gush all over his chest, his pelvis and abdomen. i'll be his little fountain. just for him. i want his children.🥺🥺

#smut #across the spiderverse #into the spider verse #miguel o'hara #miguel o’hara smut #miguel o’hara x reader #miguel x black reader #miguel x black reader smut #spidervere smut #spiderman smut #spiderman 2099

[ksakiswh0re-xo]

✧ cockwarming draken while you study :

cw: fem reader, cockwarming, draken teasing, dirty talk/praise, hair-pulling, backshots, spanking, big dick warning lolol

wc: 634

Imagine cockwarming Draken while you study. You're sitting on your bed with your laptop and books all around you and you're naked from the waist down as you try to focus on taking your notes, but it's hard because all you can think about is how deep his fat cock is nestled inside your warm hole.

He's got an arm wrapped around your waist, making sure that you don't move as he watches your screen over your shoulder while you type.

Experimentally, he gives you a little nudge just because he loves to see you fall apart for him so easily. He smirks and nips at your ear when you whine and your fingers fall from the keyboard and onto his thigh.

"Keep typing. Be a good girl for me. Gunna ace this test, aren't ya, baby?"

You're too dumb to talk so he grabs your jaw and squeezes, making you face him as he moves your head up and down in a nod.

"I know you are, because you're my smart girl, after all. Get to it, baby, so I can fuck this sweet pussy just how she needs to be fucked."

—-

“Focus.”

Draken growls into your ear as he kneels behind you, balls deep in your cunt.

You’re bent over your laptop taking a quiz, breasts dangling heavily beneath you and almost touching the keyboard from the mean arch that your boyfriend has you in.

“‘m focused, Ken…” Your voice wobbles as does your hand; your mouse shakily hovers over a wrong answer before you suck in a breath and correct it.

“That was a close call, but you caught it, baby. Look at you, you’re doing such a good job.”

He spanked your butt a couple of times then rubbed the supple flesh with his big hands.

“I-I’m done…” The quiz was now submitted: you scored 100%.

Draken’s grin grew wider, showcasing two rows of perfect white teeth that you could see reflected in your laptop screen.

“Good fucking girl.”

He moved over you to close the computer lid and slide it onto the floor, pushing himself even further against your womb before he eased about half of his length out.

“Put the rest of that shit on the floor,” Draken commanded, referring to your multiple books, pens, and highlighters.

You hurriedly brushed the items off the edge of the bed, some of the pens rolling across the hardwood while Draken grabbed your hair up into a makeshift ponytail and began fucking into you relentlessly.

“Ah ah ah ah! Ken!”

The bed squeaked and rocked, the headboard banging loudly against the wall that was sure to have your neighbors pissed at you, but how could you care when you were getting the best fucking reward? Literally.

Draken slowed down and eased himself in and out of you to let you hear the squelch of your wet pussy a few times before he was buried deep once again.

“Shit girl, your greedy pussy is squeezing me so fucking tight.”

Something in him snapped, and the next thing you knew, his entire weight was pressing down on you as he pulled your arms behind your back and held your wrists against your ass.

SMACK! SMACK! SMACK! SMACK!

Draken pummeled your pussy with ferocity until the both of you were moaning each others’ names out and spiraling into mind-numbing orgasms.

Finally, you were released and your fatigued body collapsed into the soft mattress. 

You could still feel your legs twitching while simultaneously your cunt contracted, releasing a thick gush of Draken’s cum.

Soft pecks were then pressed into your sweaty back until you rolled over to face your handsome lover, eyes fluttering dangerously as the urge to sleep swept over you.

“Rest for now. When you wake up, we’ll be on to the next subject.”

#ken ryuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuguji smut #ryuguji ken x reader #ken ryuguji #ken ryuuguji x you #draken x reader #draken smut #draken x you #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo revengers smut #blood.trickles🩸 #ken r.🩸 #blood marker🩸 : nsfw💉 #fem reader #i went a bit feral i'm afraid #i need him like this while i study i'm afraid #i am down horrendous rn i'm afraid #divider creds: benkeibear #✧ksakiswh0re࿎

[turcott3]

made for me

matt rempe x fem! reader

warnings: cursing, kissing, oral f and m receiving, protected sex, pet names, fluff

masterlist

-

you giggled at the soft feeling of the bed after matt tossed you onto it, climbing over you, attaching your lips desperately but lovingly. you were both dressed and ready for bed but it seemed you were both far from ready to sleep.

you haven’t been with matt for more than 2 months and if you were honest, you were afraid to get physical with him due to his size. which always sounded stupid coming out, but matt is a giant, beautiful, brunette monster. you couldn’t even fathom the things he would do to you, but tonight things felt different. sex was in the air looming over the two of you. the way his soft lips tangled themselves with yours sent butterflies through your body. you admired the was the light chiseled his abdomen and the way his grey sweatpants made you nervous to have him pummeling deep inside you. you weren’t sure how much you could handle.

“baby.” he says picking his head up and locking eyes with you.

“hm?”

“can we?”

“matt im-“

“baby please, i just want to love you. i want to show you, in more than just words, how beautiful you are and i know you’re afraid but i promise i’ll be so careful. i’ll take such good care of you my love.”

“you promise?” you reply, the fear wasn’t coming from a place of unknown. you weren’t a virgin, you’d just never dated a 6 foot 7 beefy athlete before.

“i promise. i would never hurt you. if it’s too much tell me and i’ll stop okay? i want you to be comfortable.”

“okay.” you accept smiling lightly, watching your boy’s eyes light up made your heart jump in your chest. you knew he was romantic and truthfully you were beyond excited to explore further into your relationship, fears aside. you also, subconsciously, loved the way he was begging for you. the way he’d just begged to touch and love you made you crave him in ways you hadn’t before.

“my beautiful baby.” he smiles, attaching your lips in a kiss that you swore could’ve caused a spark that set the whole room on fire. he toyed with the seam of your large tshirt, allowing him to tug it off you carefully, hardly losing touch.

“to make this even, let’s lose these.” you giggle as you sat there in only your thong, tugging at the waistband of his dreadful sweatpants. he smirks at you before pulling them down, keeping eye contact with you. he stepped back out of his pants and looked you up and down. you become painfully aware of your bare chest and fight the urge to cover up.

“wow.” he scoffs.

“what?” you reply nervously.

“this was so worth waiting for, look at you. fucking gorgeous.” he smiles as your cheeks heat up.

“stop it matt.”

“what? i’m just stating the obvious.” he giggles, walking back over to you, kissing you with more passion than you’ve ever felt. his hand found its way into your hair, grabbing into it lightly,

“okay, what do you want to do?” he asks randomly.

“what do you mean?”

“like do you want to go a little further?”

“yes.” you simply say.

“lay back for me.” he says and you comply. delicately, he pulls your underwear down and your breath hitches in your throat at the sudden contact between your legs. his large hands wrapping around the outside of your thighs as his tongue pays close attention to your clit.

“oh fuck.” you say, your abdomen tightening as your hand tugs the brunettes hair. the way he paid such close attention to your pleasure. you were creeping close to the edge, you could feel yourself coming close to a climax.

“matt-“ you say and he backs off quickly, wiping his mouth with his arm.

“why’d you stop?” you frown.

“i don’t want you to get off on just that.” he giggles. you reach out and grab his face, bringing his lips back to yours.

“let me.” you say pushing him away. setting in the edge of the bed, yanking his boxers down. your eyes widened at the sight in front of you.

“holy shit.” you whisper to yourself before taking him into your hand, stroking him fully hard. you bring his tip to your lips as you push spit through your lips, circling the saliva with your tongue, striking him wet with your hand.

“jesus christ.” he groans looking down at the sight below him. he gathers your hair behind your head carefully, not pushing you. you lock eyes with him as you take him fully into your mouth, pushing your limits, holding your thumb to attempt to keep yourself from gagging. somehow, your lips almost touch the base of his cock. not once losing eye contact, your eyes well up with tears. fighting the urge to gag you remove him from your mouth, stroking him with your hand completely out of air.

“no more.” he says quietly, using two fingers to guide your chin back to his lips.

“but why?” you pout.

“because.” he giggles, making his point very clear as he drags his fingers through your soaking folds.

“promise you’ll go slow?”

“yes baby, i promise.” he smiles, grabbing a condom from his drawer.

“give me that.” you say. he hands you the condom and you carefully tear it open, rolling it onto his thick cock.

“lay back my love.” he says fluffing the pillows behind you before you lean back. he lines himself up with you, pushing in slowly. you gasped at the way he stretched you out, moaning out in pleasure. once he bottoms out, you can feel your stomach bulging.

“god matt you’re so big.” you gasp, running light fingers over the bulge which directed his attention to it.

“i’m all yours.” he smirks, using one hand to lift your head to meet his in the middle, connecting your lips sensually. slowly, he retracts his hips, thrusting back into you at the same speed. you couldn’t lie and say you were t enjoying the sensation of him being almost too big for you.

“are you okay?” he asks keeping his speed.

“yes baby, you can go faster.” you say, becoming anxious for him to speed up. carefully, he speeds up just enough for your moans to practically become cries.

“oh my god.” you say, your moans snapping up an octave.

“i love you.” he says lowly, his face inches away from yours.

“i love you too.” you choke out, your eyes fighting the urge to roll into the back of your head. he hit every single sensitive spot inside you, practically overwhelming all of your senses.

“matt.” you moan, your fingers scratching his back harshly.

“god fuck, say it again.” he grunts, picking up his pace.

“oh my fucking god, matt you feel so good,” you moan upon his request.

“i’m close.” you whisper just barely audible due to the loud sound of your skin slapping together.

“come for me baby. just let go.” he says, sucking at the skin in your neck as the line snaps in your stomach, releasing all of your tightened muscles, a galaxy forming in your eyes as he fucks you right through your orgasm. he slows down quickly, pulling out of you, still stroking his cock. hazily, you get into your knees and pull the condom off of him, quickly taking him back into your mouth. you sucked in your cheeks, paying close attention to his sensitive tip. you pull away, stroking him with pressure until you felt his cock twitch in your hand. you open your mouth immediately, allowing him to spill his salty climax into your tongue, locking eyes with him as you swallow every last drop of it. with daze in your eyes, you lay back down not worrying about your clothes.

“you okay baby?” he giggles, taking his place next to you, running a finger lightly down your arm.

“that was fucking incredible, you’re incredible.” you say rolling over to face him. he smiles at your words, bringing you in for a kiss before pulling you to his chest. the warmth of his bare skin, lulling you to a sleepy state.

“can we go to sleep now? you wore me out.” you ask, cuddled to his side.

“of course y/n.” he says pressing a kiss to your temple.

“i hope i dream about you.” you mumble closing your eyes.

“me too.” he giggles as your breathing slows.

“my beautiful beautiful baby. i love you so much.” he whispers into your hair, your heart fluttering, falling asleep very quickly after.

-

#matt rempe x reader #matt rempe #matt rempe fluff #matt rempe smut #ny rangers #hockey imagine #hockey smut #turcs’ talk

[ovaryacted]

chris redfield is the type to have you on all fours and when he hears you trying to muffle your moans into the pillow he pulls you up into his chest with a bicep around your throat and all you can do is claw at his arm whilst he goes ten times harder 🤗

MDNI/18+. NSFW.

WHEWWW LAWDDDD. Anon, you got me thinking over here, let me cook for a second. cracks knuckles. (I'm a little rusty with smut so pls be nice).

You'd lost track of time, the only thing keeping you grounded being the constant thrusts of the man behind you. It was one of those days, where the stress just built up a tad too much and he needed that release that only you could provide. You couldn't deny Chris when he was so needy, grabbing at you and kneading his hands over your ass, nipping at the base of your throat.

The audible sounds of skin slapping together filled the four walls surrounding you both, loud enough to make a nun blush. One of his hands clutched at your hip, the other dug into the mattress beside your head, keeping him upright. His muscular hips moved against yours as you were propped up, face down ass up, just the way he needed you to be.

Chris pummeled into you with calculated strokes, his cock reaching the deepest parts of you before pulling himself back out. Your walls clenched around him and sucked him in, wrapping his length with your slick that dripped down your thigh.

Your eyes rolled to the back of your head, digging your face into the pillow underneath you as your mind turned to static. Chris could be overwhelming sometimes, his physique and strength alone being things that he used to his advantage in the bedroom. Nonetheless, he still took great care to focus on your pleasure, to make sure every spot he touched would make you fall apart over and over again.

He groaned as he moved against you, his chest growing wet with sweat that dripped down from his collarbone to his sternum. He remained hyperfocused on the way your ass jigged against his pelvis, the base of him glazed over with streaks of white. His ears picked up on the muffled sounds that came out of you, your chest fully pressed into the mattress and your arms against the sheets.

With ease, Chris brought his fingers to your head, tugging you up with a soft yank of your hair and positioning you flush with his chest. You whimpered at the change of angle, the tip of him hitting that textured spot tucked inside you.

"Are you getting shy on me?", he teased you, grinning against the shell of your ear as he spoke. His tone of voice alone made you clench around him, the ache becoming almost unbearable as you craved more.

"Don't want you to hide from me baby, let me hear you", he wrapped a thick bicep under your neck, securing you against him and intensifying his thrusts. A broken moan ripped from your throat, your fingers clutched at his skin as your nails dug into his forearm. He chuckled deeply against your temple, kissing your cheek before sneaking his other free hand between your legs.

"Chris!", you cried out for him, thick fingers rubbing against your oversensitive clit, pulsing with need as were quickly reaching your limit.

"That's my girl", he praised you, leaving playful bites on your neck and shoulders, not planning on stopping until your voice grew raw and your body had nothing left to give.

#ovaryacted asks #chris redfield smut #chris redfield x reader #chris redfield imagine #resident evil #resident evil imagines #resident evil drabble #resident evil smut #yeah...need it lord

[amentomensmut]

dressing mike's wounds

mike schmidt x reader (angst, fluff, a tiny bit suggestive at the end)

note: just a little thing i wrote while i work on a request that's taking me a while to write. this is just some angsty fluff for u all :) p.s. sorta spoilers for the movie if you haven't seen it yet! p.s.s the conflict may be a little confusing if u haven't seen the fnaf movie!!

--------------------------

“Mike, sit still.” You say, your tone is harsh as you apply disinfectant to the cuts on Mike's hands. This afternoon you were folding some laundry in the living room when you heard the door unlock. You were confused, knowing it was too early for Mike to be coming home from his security job at the mall. You turn around from your place on the couch to see Mike entering the house, his hands wrapped in bandages. You picked Mike’s brain for what felt like hours, trying to get any information on what had happened. Eventually, Mike told you. That while he was on his break, he thought a little boy was being kidnapped by a man, so he ended up chasing the man down and pummeling him until he was left unresponsive. That man ended up being that little boys father, and what Mike did had resulted in him getting fired. You were pissed.

“Are you mad at me?” Mike inquired. He sat on the toilet seat as you stood between his legs, cleaning off the blood on his hands. Mike looked up at you, trying to meet your eyes but you wouldn’t let him. Of course you were mad. Not because Mike lost his job, but because he could’ve gotten hurt. Well, more hurt than he already was. You were mad because he wasn’t thinking, and that resulted in not only Mike getting injured, but an innocent man being sent to the hospital with a concussion, two black eyes, and a broken nose.

“What do you think, Mike?” You say with a small sigh, finally looking up at the man. His eyes bore into yours and you look away from him again. “I mean, what were you thinking?” You say as you throw the bloody bandages that were wrapped around his hands into the trash beside the sink. You drench a cotton pad in alcohol and wipe it across Mike’s knuckles. He sucks in a breath through his teeth at the stinging sensation. 

“I-I don’t know.” Mike says, quietly. “I guess, I just, I saw my brother in that kid for a second and I couldn’t watch Garret get taken away from me again. I couldn’t let him down again.” You look back up at Mike and his eyes are facing the floor. You put the cotton pad on the counter and take his face in your hands, holding his jaw and forcing him to look up at you. You know what happened to his little brother Garret has been a source of guilt for Mike almost everyday since it happened. You want Mike to know that it wasn’t his fault, that he was just a kid too.

Once Mike is looking up at you, you take one of his injured hands in yours and you press a few kisses across his knuckles, making sure to keep them feather light so as not to hurt him. Then, you turn his hand over and press a kiss into his palm. You do the same thing to his other hand and Mike looks at you like you’re an angel on earth. 

“I’m sorry.” He says quietly and you shake your head.

“I know.” You reply. He slowly grabs your hands, placing them back on his jaw and he holds you there. He closes his eyes and presses a kiss to the insides of your wrists. 

“I’ll find a new job.” He says, and you crack a small smile. Of course that’s that Mike is worried about right now.

“I’m not worried about that Mike, I’m worried about you. Well, and that guy you beat up. But mostly you.” You say with a soft laugh, and Mike joins in, smiling up at you. He continues to hold your hands to his face, rubbing his thumbs along the backs of your hands. There’s a pregnant pause, a beat of comfortable silence where you both hold each other, feeling comforted in the presence of one another. 

“Are you still mad?” Mike asks and you lean down to kiss his forehead and he grabs your hips.

“Yes.” You whisper against his temple. He pinches your side in retaliation, making you jump. 

“You’re lucky you’re hurt right now or else you’d be getting serious payback for that.” You say, shaking your head with a big smile that you can’t help. You leave your spot between Mike’s legs to start cleaning the bathroom counter, throwing away the used cotton pads and putting the tops on the alcohol and antibiotic cream. 

You hear Mike get up and he makes his way behind you, once again putting his hands on your hips. You shiver as you feel this scruff of his beard against your neck and his lips near your ear. 

“Can I make it up to you?” He asks. You know you should say no, but he starts peppering sweet kisses into the side of your neck. You feel your willpower slipping away slowly after every kiss that Mike presses into your skin, and you give in. You let Mike take you to bed, expressing his apologies in more ways than one. How can you stay mad at him?

#josh hutcherson #mike schmidt #smut #fnaf #fnafmovie #josh hutcherson smut #mike schmidt x reader #mike schmidt smut #fluff #angst

[drurrito]

Crash

Summary: Pulling this from the vault, I don't have the will to come up with a better title.

Pairings: Natasha x Reader

Warnings: Violence, blood, cursing...

--------

This was supposed to be an easy job.

You curse loudly while crouching behind a desk, loading your clip and shoving it back into your gun.

“Cover me,” the woman across from you demands and you don’t have much of a choice--watching a flash of red sail through the room and incapacitating one of the guys shooting at you. You manage to gun the other one down and take the lull in violence as an opportunity to get the hell out of there.

“Don’t,” she warns. 

“I’m here on other business, this is your mess,” you hiss.

“You’re staying where I can see you,” ignoring her, you clutch the briefcase and dash towards the stairs. You can hear her footsteps coming towards you for a few seconds before a loud blast makes your ears ring. You look back, she’s out cold and there’s a rather large green man howling over her motionless body. 

“Shit,” your legs won’t take you any further and you mutter another curse as you charge towards the man. He’s huge, you might just die, you think to yourself while raising your arms, here goes nothing.

“Hey!” you shout, even his eyes are a deep green, reminding you of what the sky looks like before a tornado spawns to pummel a landscape.

He growls and takes a step towards you but is quickly barraged by bullets from the other end of the corridor. Now’s your chance, you’re quick to scoop up the woman’s body and make your way down the stairs to the next floor.

You can feel the cries of the building’s foundation when you realize that taking the stairs will lead you to someplace six feet under. You find the nearest elevator and pry the door open with a gadget, using another to zip you and what you wished was anything but an unconscious woman down and out of the building before half of it crumbles down to nothing.

-----

She thanks you with a fist to your face as soon as she wakes up.

“Hey! Chill out!” you spit, you focus so much on detaining her limbs that you don’t account for her head.

You stumble back a few steps and she tackles you to the ground, not feeling half as light as she did when she was limp in your arms a few hours ago.

“If you wanted to be on top, you could have just asked,” you grunt, still struggling underneath her when she shoves a candle stick against your throat. Her legs are hooked under your hips, not giving you much room to maneuver-usually this position is followed by something a little more pleasant than this, you think.

“Who are you?”

“Y/n," you strain.

“Who do you work for?”

“Myself,” you yelp out in pain as she twists the candlestick a little farther into your neck.

“Who do you work for?”

“I just told you.”

“Not good enough.”

“It’s going to have to be--I have a quasi-handler and that’s it. I’m a one woman show,” you grunt, the candlestick loosens a bit against your neck.

“That building-”

“I was applying for a job, what did it look like I was doing?”

“Stealing.”

“You’re good,” you wince instead of wink, you’re throwing out that candlestick the first chance you get.

“How did we get here?”

“Ever heard about the theory of evolution?”

“Shut up, tell me what happened.”

“It’s hard to talk with you trying to put a hole in my neck,” she finally lets you up and you gasp, letting the air fill your lungs. You make your way over to your chair, reclining with a huff. She stays on the floor, bracing herself against a bruised and bloodied arm.

“Some big green guy busted in, knocked you out cold.”

“Bruce,” she whispers quietly enough that you don’t hear her.

“Looked like he was gonna crush you so as soon as someone started shooting at him, I grabbed you and left.”

“Where am I?”

“At least 25 miles away from the building,” you glance at her, “it’s gone, building folded in on itself as soon as we touched the pavement outside.”

“I need your phone,” she tries to get up but is quickly seated by the shooting pain in her torso. You’re out of your chair and by her side, she flinches away from you, the fiery look in her eyes makes you restrain the urge to try and find the source of pain, you’d like to keep your hands for just a little longer.

“You’re hurt,” you slowly reach for her this time. You mentally give yourself a gold star for helping with a steady grasp on her pinky while she dragged the rest of herself onto the couch.

“Phone.”

“Doctor first.”

“No,” she holds up the candle stick as a threat and you scoff before you realize that she’s too stubborn to be couch-locked by whatever pain she’s in. 

“Fine, be my guest,” you hand her your phone, “try not to die on this carpet, I just had it cleaned,” she glares at you while the phone rings, you barely hear a man’s voice on the other end.

“Clint? I’m okay, can you get my location?” you almost don’t recognize this new shade of voice on her. It’s soft, laced with a little worry and care--you decide that kind of tone would have made the candlestick sting a lot less.

“That’s the only easy part, we’re still trying to recover the asset and Bruce is still on the loose-can’t get you until tonight.”

“I’m not alone,” she tips her head in your direction.

“Friendly?”

“I don’t know yet.”

“Do what you gotta do and hole up, we’ll get there when we can.”

“I’ll be here.”

“You better,” Clint hangs up and she breaks the phone with such ease that it takes you a second to realize you’re without a phone now.

“Right, I didn’t need that anyway,” you mumble, she tries to get up again and you calmly press a palm against her shoulder.

“Unexpected guests are still my guests,” you insist and she shoots you a look. If you’re going to be a hostage in your own home, you might as well be a good host.

“Stay here, I’ll get you some things, I need to call the doctor anyway.”

“Don’t call anybody.”

“Relax, he has to come get this briefcase, he’ll be discreet,” you head upstairs and she stubbornly lifts herself off the couch and takes a look around the room. Her gun and batons are on the counter but are quickly reunited with their respective holsters on her body. She notices a file with papers spilling out of it and opens it up to skim over the contents.

“Like a modern-day robin hood,” she mutters, almost feeling guilty for giving you such a hard time.

“I never got your name,” you call out from the top of the stairs. You let out an unamused sigh when you see that she is up and about. You figure if you had half of the resolve she does then maybe the trash would get taken out a lot more often.

“You don’t need it.”

“But you asked me for mine?”

“I didn’t need it either, you gave it to me anyway.”

“You had a candlestick to my neck,” you retort, she shrugs and you throw everything in your arms onto the counter.

“Clothes, towels, trauma balm,” you make your way to the fridge and push a truce-flavored bottle of water towards the woman before turning your attention to the fridge.

“I’m making tacos,” you don’t catch the high arch in her brow, too focused on filling the room with something much more delicious than the tension between you.

--------

“A few broken ribs, bruising, and some stitches for your head but you’ll live--I gave you the good drugs too,” the doctor stands up to leave when you hand him the briefcase.

“Thank you.”

“Don’t mention it, seriously--I don’t need people knowing I make house calls.”

“I hope this has everything you need,” you shake his hand.

“You always get it done,” he leaves without another word and you approach the woman splayed out on your couch. Heavy drugs giving a mild effort in wearing down the stoic look on her features.

“When are you getting rescued?” 

“Few hours,” she grumbles.

“Here,” you put a plate on the coffee table, “shower’s down the hall, let me know if you need help.”

You grab your own plate and put on some music, figuring that your guest wouldn’t be much of a talker. 

“You help people,” her voice a little raspy from exhaustion and the drugs.

“I try to, yes,” you sit back down, “and you?”

“Same boat,” she cracks, sitting up. You don’t see her briefly inspect the food before taking a bite out of a taco.

“Natasha,” she says, her mouth full, “Natasha Romanoff,” the corner of your mouth ticks up into half a smile, a small celebration for a rather monumental victory.

--------

Natasha towels off her hair and hobbles back to the main room.

“I told you I could help,” you catch her in time to see her wave you off.

“Maybe next time,” she gives you a smirk and before you can even process what she said there’s a knock at the door. You open it to find a man with a messy mohawk, muscles bulging out of his vest.

“Tash?”

“In here, Clint,” he briefly meets your eyes while you step aside to let him in.

“She’s only a little broken, but she’ll make it,” you joke and your newest house guest is unimpressed.

“Christ, Bruce,” Clint grunts.

“Bruce, the big green guy?”

“Yes.”

“You know him?”

“Yes.”

Your jaw drops a little in disbelief, not expecting this to be the product of some friendly fire.

“Let’s go home,” Clint swiftly throws Natasha’s arm over his shoulder and they make their way towards the door, you walk with them.

“Sorry about your phone, and your face,” Natasha’s lips pulse with guilt.

“Better than some broken ribs and stitches,” you tease, thankful to be just out of her reach when you see her arm twitch at her side.

“Don’t crash any more missions,” she says somewhat sternly.

“I could say the same to you,” you smile, she scoffs as Clint carries her to the car. You don’t move until they disappear down the road.

#natasha x reader #natasha romanoff #works #natasha romanoff imagine #natasha romanoff x reader

[dearlyjun]

— CRY FOR ME ☆ HNK

☆ SUMMARY: another night in your neighbors apartment where you were supposed to be having a chill night together, until you end up crying while you ride him. based off of just a neighbor but can be read separately.

☆ PAIRING: HOTNEIGHBOR!KAI X AFAB!READER

☆ GENRE: SMUT! (18+ ONLY)

☆ WORD COUNT: ROUGHLY 1.6K

☆ WARNINGS: gendered terms are kind of (?) used, kai says "my girl" "sweetheart" kind of a lot, kai also says "fuck" a lot, big dick kai agenda again, tank top and grey sweats kai, reader is literally crying, making out kind of, tongue kissing, mostly dom kai because what else would anyone expect from me, unprotected sex, henced multiple orgasms and henced cumshot. think that is all....

☆ AUTHORS NOTE: ok im obsessed with hot sexy dom kai and that neighbor couple I’ve created and yeah this was supposed to be a quick drabble and I kind of cut myself off lollll

☆ QUICK LINKS BELOW!

MASTERLIST! / TAGLIST!

Another night in Kai’s apartment. The both of you in his living room after having shared dinner with some wine.

You came out of his bedroom after changing into your pajamas— a pair of panties and one of Kai’s t shirts that fit you more on the baggier side. You didn’t feel like going back to your apartment to grab clothes to stay the night. You found Kai sitting on the couch in grey sweatpants and a white tank top that showed off his broad and practically chiseled chest.

“Fuck.” You muttered under your breath, unbeknownst to Kai who was looking at what was on tv.

He leaned back on the couch, and sort of parted his thighs. You instantly thought of all those times that he was in that exact same position while you were on the floor in between his thighs; taking his cock down your throat.

Kai looked in your direction when you came closer, smirking when he saw what you were wearing.

“My shirt?” He asked, you as you were now standing in front of him.

You nodded. “Yeah, that’s okay?”

He leaned forwards, running his fingertips along the back of your thighs. Your knees almost buckled at the sudden contact.

“Yeah, I think I like you in my clothes. Come here.”

Kai motioned for you to sit next to him on the couch, and you did.

“Do you like Pinot Grigio?” He asked you, picking up a bottle that was on the coffee table in front of both of you. He poured it in one of the glasses before you could respond.

“Yeah, it’s my favorite.” You responded as he poured you a glass.

“Yeah?” He questioned as he leaned back onto the couch. “As opposed to what?”

You put one of your legs over his thighs, and he placed his hand on top of your bare skin; sending electricity through you.

“Well, you.” You smirked at your corny comment that you knew he’d find funny. “But I think I like you a little bit more.”

“Oh do you now?” Kai took a sip of his wine and set it back down on the table.

It was crazy how you’ve been with him so many times by now, but he never failed to make you nervous. Especially now since his hand crept higher up your thigh.

“Mhm.” You hummed, reaching to play with his small silver chain necklace.

“So what’d you do today?” Kai asked you, his gaze on you as he leaned his head back onto the couch cushion.

“The usual.” You sort of sighed. “You know I can never get any work done when I think of you.”

“Sweetheart, I told you that you can call me.” Kai’s words when right to your core. Sweetheart. Your favorite nickname that he mostly used when he was pummeling you with his cock from behind. You practically let out a whimper at the flashbacks.

You leaned in towards him, giving him a kiss. “I don’t want to distract you. You work so hard.”

He pulled you closer to him, kneading your thigh with his hand. Kai kissed you on the jaw, making you hum. “When my girl needs me, I have to give her what she needs right?”

“Yes.” You answered. “I need you.”

Your voice was quiet. Kai probably didn’t hear you. If he did, he wanted you to repeat it just to hear it again.

“You need what?” His face was so close to yours it made you nervous. “Use your words, and I’ll give you whatever you want.” Kai kissed you softly on the lips before trailing down to your neck.

“You know.” Your voice came out somewhat a whine, and you pulled on the material of his tank top. “I need you. I need you to ruin me.”

Kai smirked, and you could smell the wine on him as he brushed your hair away from your face. “You’re pretty.”

“But….” He pulled away from you, adjusting himself on the couch into a position that had you salivating. Sliding down, and putting his thighs apart. “I think you’d look prettier crying on my cock. Get on my lap.”

You almost too eagerly climbed onto his lap, and immediately felt his cock hardening against your still clothed core. You let out a moan, grinding against him almost out of reflex.

Kai’s hands were gripping onto your thighs, then pulling your shirt up to be able to see the way your hips moved against him.

You were desperate, and your movements became like they would be if you were fucking his cock.

“Fuck.” Kai swore under his breath, watching you desperate for friction against him.

You were positive that you were soaking through your underwear now. You let out a whimper; falling into the crook of his neck.

“Kai, please.” Your voice was muffled, but it was whiny enough that it had Kai’s cock throbbing in his pants. “Fuck me.”

Kai bit down onto his bottom lip, smirking to himself. You couldn’t see him anyways. He loved how he always had you begging for him almost to the point of tears.

“Look at that.” Kai spoke, lifting your shirt to pull it off from your body. “I didn’t even have to ask you to say please. Good girl.”

His praise made a new wave of arousal rush through you. It didn’t help that the hardness of his cock was pressing right up into your clit. You were solely relying on the friction of your underwear right now.

“Sit up for a second, sweetheart.” Kai patted the spot on your hip that was close to your ass.

You did as he said, lifting yourself from his lap for a few moments. You were unsure what he was doing, until he pulled down his sweatpants a bit, along with his underwear.

“Fuck…Kai…” You whimpered. You boosted his ego damn near every time he pulled his pants down; but for good reason.

You reached down, pressing your thumb to the slit that was already leaking precum. Kai sucked in a harsh breath. God he was so hard, and so big. With the way that you were sitting, his tip was almost reaching your belly button.

“Sit on it. Show me how you fuck yourself on my cock.” Kai’s voice was low and raspy as he pulled the fabric of your underwear to the side. The material was most definitely cutting into your skin, but you couldn’t care less.

He leaned forwards slightly to help you align him with your entrance, and you placed your hands on his shoulders for stability.

Kai’s hands moved to your hips, guiding you to sink down.

Kai let out a moan, already feeling lost in the feeling. “You feel so fucking good.”

“Fuck.” Was all that you could muster to say as you were trying to find a rhythm.

“You look so nice like this.” Kai’s voice was breathy as he kissed down your neck and chest, sucking on your skin every so often. “My cock so fucking deep in you.”

He couldn’t help it and was practically slamming you down onto him.

You didn’t even mind. As a matter of fact, you preferred it when Kai took control and moved you how he wanted to.

“My pretty girl.” Kai muttered, bouncing you onto his cock and making your brain go numb. “Wish you could see what I see right now.”

You clutched onto his hands, just for something to grab onto.

Kai suddenly crashed his lips with yours, the movement so abrupt. You moaned against his mouth, giving him the chance to tongue kiss you. It was sloppy, messy, but you pulled him closer for more. It was never enough.

Your arousal was leaking onto his lap, surely making a mess.

“Fuck.” Kai was smirking against your lips, so you knew that he noticed. “You’re leaking all over me, baby. You like when I say those things to you?”

He must have forgotten that he didn’t stop pummeling into you.

“Answer me.” Kai’s voice was suddenly very steady.

“Yes.” Your eyes were watering. He sure was sticking to his words. “I love it.”

“What do you love?” He was looking at you so intently as his thumb now brushed against your clit, making your body shudder.

“Your cock.” Your voice was coming out like a sob, but you couldn’t help it. “And when you tell me I’m your girl. I’m gonna fucking cum.”

“There it is.” Kai was pleased, hitting your sweet spot so good you were going to see stars. “My good girl, crying on my cock.” He pressed a kiss to your jaw.

You felt a few hot tears hit your cheeks, and you sniffled.

“Oh my fucking god.” Your orgasm suddenly crashed into you, totally unexpectedly. Your legs shaking and walls clenching Kai so tight you thought that you would hurt him.

You leaned your head back, panting as Kai gently kept going through your orgasm; watching your face for the cue to stop.

“Clenching me so tight.” Kai gave you soft kisses as you rode out your high. “You did so well.”

“More.” You were pulling him closer to you like your bodies weren’t already just about as close as they could get. “Want you to cum. Please.”

Kai was a little taken aback by your words, but he had a smirk on his face. “My girl wants more; I’ll give you more. You don’t even have to ask.”

TAGS: @dearlyjoonie @mhasimp666

COMMENTS/REBLOGS ARE ALWAYS APPRECIATED <3 LET ME KNOW WHAT YOU THINK!

#txt x reader #huening kai x reader #huening kai smut #txt smut #tomorrow x together smut

[sugawhaaa]

MIKEY ONE-SHOT

"Really? You'll let me? Right now?"

Pairing::dom!Mikey x sub!fem!reader

Warnings::smut, vulgar language

Genre::lazy sex, pretty much just straight-up penetration, creampie

A/N: I just got back from the dentist and my mouth hurts so much 😭 he burnt my lip twice as well which is womp womp

Mikey stood in front of your door with bruises and blood all over his face. He was still wearing his toman outfit which has a few buttons undone.

"Mikey what happened!?" You rushed over to him and let him inside.

"We fought a gang…again," he sighed as you examined his wounds. You pat his head comfortingly.

"You poor thing. I've never seen you so beat up before," you frowned as you looked up at him. He smiled softly before kissing you. He let go of the kiss before speaking.

"I need you so bad…" he blushed as he rested his head against your shoulder. "All I can think about is just fucking you senseless," he groaned as he wrapped his arms around you. He usually wasn't this straight forward. He'd beat around the bush and blush but he was just too tired after the fight. He lightly pushed you against the kitchen counter and kissed you again. This time more passionately and for longer.

"Well what are you waiting for?" You smiled and he looked at you like an excited puppy.

"Really? You'll let me? Right now?" He chuckled and you nodded. He swept you up off your feet and took you to your room before laying you on your bed. He finished unbuttoning his shirt before turning to you. You didn't really know what to do. You weren't sure how fast moving he wanted this to be, but your question was quickly answered. He got on his knees and pulled down your shorts and undies. You were surprised and felt your thighs jerk closed for a minute but Mikey put a hand up against your thigh. He licked along your sobbing wet folds and you whimpered softly.

"Your so wet already~" he teased before standing up and taking his pants off as well. He picked you up again and moved you farther up the bed. "Spread your legs baby," he said as he gently pried your legs open with one of his hands. You let your legs fall as wide as they could and Mikey grinned. "Good girl," he smirked before lining himself up with your entrance. "You ready?" He asked softly in his deep voice. You nodded with a little hum and as he slowly entered you, you moaned loudly. How did things escalate this fast? You heard a knock on your door like 5 minutes ago and now he was going to fuck you.

He finally went all the way in and you felt the tip of his cock hit your walls harshly. You arched your back and grabbed onto Mikey's shoulders.

"Please oh my god," you moaned as you clenched around him.

"Your so fucking tight," he groaned as he slowly started thrusting in and out of you. Each time he went back in you felt a shiver of pleasure run down your body. His pace was slow but it felt good, just the two of you body to body. You leaned forward and put your arms around his neck, your hands in his hair. He smirked as he slowly thrusted into you. You whimpered softly each time. "Your whimpers are so cute," Mikey chuckled in a low voice. You couldn't help but chuckle too. He started to speed up his thrusts and you pulled his hair harshly. You felt bad for pulling so hard but you couldn't help it. Mikey smirked before biting your shoulder.

You moaned loudly before putting your head on his shoulder. Your hands still yanking on his blonde locks.

"I-I can't stop, moaning," you blushed as you wrapped your legs around him. You hadn't quite realized until now that you haven't done anything sexual in quite a while, and it's been even longer since you did anything with him.

"Good," he smirked before grabbing your hips softly and holding you sturdy as he pummeled you. You threw your head back as your legs twitched, the knot in your stomach tightened and flipped as he hit your g-spot.

"M-Mikey!" You moaned loudly as you pulled his hair. You felt a wave of pleasure and heat run down your body. You fell to the bed as you pant from the rush. Mikey tucked some of your hair back and kissed your jawline softly. He pulled out of you and breathed heavily.

"Can we…can we try a different position?" Mikey asked with hot cheeks as he twisted your hair around his finger.

"What did you have in mind?" You asked as you sat up, still out of breath.

"Uhm," he bit his lip in embarrassment. "From behind," he admitted as he looked down, away from your eyes. You nodded and got on your stomach. Mikey looked surprised at how quickly you adjusted. You pulled your knees up and looked at him with blush. His eyes widened as he saw your cum dripping out from you. He couldn't believe his eyes. "Fuck," he cursed under his breath as he lined himself up with you again. You clenched around him which made him use more force to get inside you. He then hit your walls harshly from a new angle. You moaned loudly and grabbed onto a pillow. "Are you okay?" Mikey asked softly.

"Y-Yes…" you grabbed the pillow and set your chin on it. "It feels so good," you explained and Mikey smirked.

"You're so tight," Mikey muttered before starting to slowly thrust into you. Everytime he went back inside you jumped and moaned. You were a fan of this new angle but to your surprise Mikey liked it more. As he sped up he started moaning louder. "I'm close," he said between moans. "Where do you want it?" He said as he went even faster.

"I-Inside!" You moaned as you grabbed the pillow hard. You were so close as well. "Don't stop! I'm so close, Mikey," you kept moaning his name for no real reason. You just loved him so much and you couldn't believe how good he made you feel. The two of you then came at the same time. Mikey filling you up to the top. He groaned as he grabbed the sheets. You whimpered as you felt his cock twitch inside you as his cum filled you to the top.

Mikey pulled out and fell on the bed next to you. "Oh my god," he said softly. You breathed heavily.

"That felt…so fucking good," you chuckled as you rolled over to look at him. "You must be tired," you said as you brushed back his messy hair. He sighed as his eyes fluttered, threatening to shut. "Cmere," you said as you pulled him into a hug, his head on your chest. He blushed and held you close.

"Wait! What if I…I came inside you right, what if I got you pregnant!" He panicked and you laughed. "What's so funny!?" He shouted.

"I was going to tell you I'm on birth control but you just wanted to fuck so I let you," you explained and Mikey relaxed. He hit you gently.

"Don't scare me like that," he sighed as he snuggled into your arms again.

#tokyo revengers chifuyu #tokyo revengers headcanons #tokyo rev #tokyo revengers manga #tokyo manji gang #tokyo revengers fanart #tokyo rev x reader #tokyo rev smut #tokyo rev x you #tokyo revengers #mikey sano #mikey smut #mikey x reader

[agusrkive]

SugarDaddy!Reiner | 🗯️🔞

cw: 18+ MDNI! (yall seen the title, dont play dumb)

summary: reiner as your sugar daddy, detailed nsfw routines

— forehead kisses

— butterfly and wet open-mouthed kisses on your neck

— nibbles on your ear

— plays with your hair

✦ asks you how’s your day while you are sat on his lap

✦ always let’s you pick the tie he’s gonna wear before going to work in the morning. it’s basically your job to do his tie and he never fails to get a hard-on every single time you do it.

✦ calls you in the middle of the day just to tell you how much he misses you and the way you feel around his cock while he’s at work.

✦ wraps his arms around you and drowns you with his kisses the moment he gets home.

"Did my little doll miss her daddy?”

loves it when you massage his temples while he grinds you up and down the tent of his bulging boxers to the point that the head of his cock slips out and meets your clothed needy cunt, your soaking panties being the only barrier between you two.

doesn’t cuddle, he prefers you seated on his lap with his cock buried deep inside you while watching your favorite tv shows or him just doing work-at-home paperworks as you try your best not to move around and squirm too much+

"behave unless you don’t plan on cumming tonight.”

★ is a menace in the sheets, but could go soft and slow when you ask him to.

★ his favorite position is you under him, but you both know that he cums faster when you ride him.

★ could go on for hours and hours, but it’s you who needs rest and sometimes passes out from overstimulation and pleasure.

🪞

˗ˏˋmirrors.. did I mention that man loves to watch himself fuck you on his bed in the big ass mirror of his room that he bought just for that reason? he needs to see your face when he’s giving you the best backshots of your life.´ˎ˗

★ missionary so you two can continue arguing about the guy from your class who keeps on lingering around you+

"he doesn’t like me! he just needed some notes and lectures that he missed because of his injuries.”

…

“oh I bet, doll. and the only injury that little shit’s gonna get is my fist in his punchable face.”

“he’s a twink!!”

“Jaëger’s lil brother is not gay.

tell him gone or I will.”

❥ loves to tease you with how needy you are+

"beg for it, doll.”

“tell me how bad you need it.”

"what was that? you want my cock?��where? c’mon use your mouth, slut.”

🎀

takes off your panties with his teeth before diving into your soaking cunt, his big arms caging around your thighs. handprints that will definitely leave marks you love to send him pictures of when he’s away.

★ loves it when you give him head as if his dick is the only left thing in the world and his cum is water in the desert (his words).

★ fucks you senselessly until you gush over and over, bed is soaked and his goal is to make you squirt; which you did three times.

★ rolls his hip into you faster when he sees your legs shaking from pleasure.

🛌

ends the night with you screaming his name and his cum painting your insides white. he fills you up soo good that seeing it leak out of your hole makes your heart ache+

fucks it back into you slowly until he cums again and doesn’t pull out for awhile, you are both crazy with the feeling of him inside you.

🛁

showers with you and you both clean each other, whispering sweet nothings in your ear as he dries your hair with a towel.

loves to rail you in his bathroom, your back against the wall as he pummels his cock in and out of your cunt. your legs hanging in the air with his arms hooked under them for support.

🌃

sleeps only with his boxers so he can easily slip his cock inside your wet cunt in the middle of the night.

🌤️

loves to wake you up in the morning with his head locked between your thighs as he eats you out for breakfast.

grabs a handful of your ass before rubbing his half-hard dick between them while you’re making breakfast.

🧺

makes out with you while doing laundry.

bends you over and pulls down your underwear only to have his fingers fuck you instead of his cock. his big fingers alone are godly enough, but you’re desperate for his cock+

“you know how it goes—“

“words, doll. need’a hear’em.”

🥘

loves to rub his hard-on behind you while you do the dishes.

🧸

makes you beg for his cock until you cry when you’re being a brat.

secretly loves it when you’re being naughty by not wearing any underwear, your naked figure being the only thing underneath his sky blue lacoste that is three times bigger than you.

📲

makes you ride his cock while you try to explain the previous lecture to Eren on the phone (that guy doesn’t just get the message)

"aah— umm yes! I sent it to Armin, ca\~l#*?¥—"

“sorry? I didn’t get that last part. Are you okay?”

“Eren! I need to g-go.. bad cramps! and phone’s uu-hh dying aa—“

**line cuts off**

“ohmygod yes! fuck me daddy!!”

#reiner #reiner braun #reiner x reader #reiner braun x reader #reiner x fem!reader #reiner braun x fem!reader #reiner x you #reiner braun x you #aot reiner #snk reiner #attack on titan reiner #reiner smut #attack on titan #aot smut #modern au #non canon #attack on titan smut #sugardaddy!reiner #eren jaeger #eren yaegar #eren is a little shit #man bun!eren #sugardaddy #aot x reader #aot fanfiction #literature #writers on tumblr #romance #fluff

[vindictivenerdcels]

She looked upward to get a hint of the face of her facefucker, but aside from the jutting pecs, messy tousled hair and angular face, she cannot really make any face from her memory of this guy in the frat house. Who is this person? Then, she heard him whispered under his bated breath

"Oh fuck yeah baby, eat the whole 8 inches of it,"

AND HOLY MOLY THE DICK REALLY GREW ON HER MOUTH!

She is gasping for breath, frantically tapping his body to sign him that she needs air, but he just laughed

"Yeah baby, don't panic. You can do it, that throat is already molded by my cock after all. Just. Need. MMMPHHB. Adjustment. Oh heck yeah, tasted so frickin' good too, right? You are such a good cocksucker, baby. Fuck, that Chronivac shit from Devon really is the real deal,"

So this guy is Devon's friend? But what's Devon got to do with all this? Oh yeah.....this is Devon's room. This lighting is reserved only for him in the frat house. But again, who is this guy that's been pummeling his cock into her mouth, she wondered. As he is unloading loads after loads of thick sticky spunk into her throat, he then grabbed her by the neck and make her stand up to face him. Her face is a mess as their sweat and his spunk messed her makeup

"You look so pretty with my spunk painted all over that face, baby. Now say thank you to Master for fulfilling your dream,"

She is taken aback by the statement, but somehow it just rolled out of her mouth

"Thank you Master, you fulfilled my dream,"

"Well yeah, I'm generous like that. It's what a Master should do to his dutiful girlfriend after all. Now, Devon already joined us right now, so maybe you want to hear a thing or two from him?"

"Well Abby, you've been an annoying bitch, trying to prove it to my girl that I'm not the real Devon with your psychic shit? Can't let that shit fly, you know? Guess what, you are just a dumb pretty cheerleader now, nothing special, nothing new, no power and shit. Just a plain vanilla sorority girl. Well, something new though, you fantasized about getting your holes filled from both ends by me and my roommate, Ash. Guess we will make it real today, shall we?"

Both men just grinned as Abby with her blank stare just walked to the bed and then assumed her position as she let her head dangles from the end of the bed with her mouth wide open while her legs spread wide ready to receive the dicks that will seal her new reality. It's always nice to have a company to get through all the weird and surprising twist the Chronivac can provide, lucky for the nerd he has his best friend that believed his crazy explanation about how he's not really Devon and he can help him becoming a jock too with the power bestowed from this Chronivac

#chronivac body swap #male body swap #nerd to jock #roommate ambush #personality change #oblivious #reality change

[kmt123whatsthetea]

Rough Night

George Weasley x reader

Requested by @iwontdance-dontaskme

Request gist: George x reader with rough sex and sweet aftercare

A/N: Thank you for the request. I write these beforehand so I'm going to apologise now just in case the fanfic wasn't as good as hoped to be. I decided to go for the cliche ‘bad day at work, release anger through sex’ trope.

T/W: Choking, thigh spanking, unprotected sex, dumbification, a bit of dirty talk, crying during sex (from sex)

1K words

George’s job was stressful. Who knew working in your own joke shop could be so gruelling? From kids with grabby hands wanting everything bright and colourful to the odd sneak thief who would decide that puking pastilles weren't worth paying for, the job could take a toll on anyone.

Today was no different.

Fred was out on a family emergency, leaving George to run the shop by himself. The few employees were no help, seeing it as an easy summer job before Hogwarts reopened its gates. When George finally shut the shop for the night, he was fed up and stressed. But he had the perfect thing to relieve that.

____________________________________________

You were asleep on the bed when George got home. His trudging footsteps just barely break through your sleep hazed mind. When you peek a sleepy eye open to look at him, you aren't met with his regular smile. You’re met with furrowed brows and dark eyes.

You sit up and rub the sleep from your eyes, barely able to get a word in before George climbed onto the bed and took his place between your legs. He grabbed the band of your underwear and yanked them down, paying no mind to the sound of ripping fabric. He placed his thumb on your clit and circled it slowly and methodically.

“I've been thinking ‘bout you all day, love. Thinking ‘bout that pretty pussy and how good it feels to be buried deep inside”

His voice was deep and calm despite the stress filled storm that plagued his mind. His other hand trailed up your body until he met your neck. His fingers wrapped around your throat. He didn't squeeze, his hand just stayed there. He leaned his face closer, keeping his hand on the delicate skin of your neck.

“Tell me that you need me too, little love”

When your mouth opened to reply, his thumb slipped down, teasing around your entrance. The answer you had died on your tongue, your only thoughts being replaced by a need to feel him. He smirked when you didn't answer fast enough and pulled his hand away entirely. His smirk only grew when he heard your voice.

“I need you, George. Please?”

He slowly unbuttoned his shirt, knowing that your eyes were following his hands like a dog eyeing a treat. You were nearly whining at him to hurry by the time he reached the last button. He knew that as soon as he had unzipped his trousers, you were as needy as he was. His hands reached into his boxers, pulling out his already hard cock. His ego only grew when he saw your eyes follow it, your mouth open in awe.

His hands gripped your thighs, pulling you closer to him. His cock nudging against your already wet folds. He positioned his tip at your entrance before thrusting his hips forward, sheathing his cock deep inside you. The sudden stretch had you moaning and writhing, grabbing at his arms to steady yourself. His hips didn't falter, his thrusts steady. Your eyes rolled back from his demanding pace. With every thrust, the tip of his cock pummelled that spongy button deep inside of you that made stars appear in your eyes.

The constant assault on your sweet spot had tears collecting on your lashes, something that George picked up on. His voice as cocky as the smirk he wore.

“Look at you, crying for my cock. You act all innocent but you become such a dumb little slut when I get my cock inside you”

His hand moved back up to your throat, giving it a gentle squeeze despite his rough pace.

“You like it when I fuck you dumb? All you can do is cry and take it”.

His other hand came down to land a slap on the meat of your thigh, your whining only fuelling his ever growing desire. One slap after another was delivered to your thigh. Your moans got louder and more consistent, and George knew what to do.

He circled your clit with his thumb, knowing just how to bring you over the edge.

“I know, baby. You wanna cum, don't you? Maybe you should ask nicely”

George smirked, knowing that the only thing that would come out of your mouth would be moans and whines. You always got like this when he fucked you. He just chuckled at the state you were in, the blissed out look on your face, and the high pitched whines that left your throat.

“Don’t worry, love, cum for me. Show me just how good it feels”

That's all it took for you to leap over the edge. Your walls clenched around his cock, your squeals of pleasure met his ears. He fucked you through your orgasm, making sure that you rode it out to the fullest.

George's orgasm was catching up to him. After a few more thrusts, he was cumming deep inside of you, painting your walls. As you both caught your breaths, he took a moment to admire you like this. Your eyes glossy, your cheeks red, that light sheen of sweat covering you, and that heavenly scent of sex.

His perfect stress reliever.

George slowly pulls out of you and gently shushes the whimper that leaves your lips. He gets one of the tissues from the nightstand and wipes away any cum that spills out of your pussy before discarding it. He finds one of his old T-shirts in the drawer and slips it over your head, helping you in your fucked out state to put your arms in the holes.

After sliding a new pair of underwear up your legs, he gets into bed next to you. George’s hands find their way to your waist, holding you against him where you belonged. He hums softly, the melody filling the room and giving your sleep driven mind something to focus on. With his hand running through your hair, his voice was soft and comforting.

“You did so well for me, baby. Always so perfect. That's why you’re my sweet little love”.

Who knew such a bad day could lead to such tender words?

#george weasley #george weasley fic #george weasley x fem #george weasley x y/n #george weasley x you #george wealsey x reader #george weasley smut #george weasley headcanon

[y-umiko]

TOKYOREV BOYS WHEN YOU LABELED THEM AS A FRIEND (as a Prank)

CHARACTER(S): Baji . Ran . Wakasa

WARNING/S: cursing and a bit suggestive in Baji's part

Keisuke Baji

It was Saturday in the late afternoon, You sat on the couch wrapped around your boyfriend's arms, legs tangled with each other when your phone rang. reluctantly you pick up the phone as you sat up with you still cuddled into his side. all the while Baji was focused on the TV that was playing his favourite TV show.

He didn't pay much attention to your conversation just hearing bits and pieces of it, he was just minding his own business that is until he heard you say;

"Not much, I'm with a friend right now"

Baji pauses the TV in a heartbeat, a scowl present on his face which you only returned with an innocent confused gaze.

"who is that? tell me I didn't just hear what I heard you say" he said as he extend his hand to grab your phone but you were quick to dodge and distance yourself away from him, but you didn't even reach far as he has his gentle grip on you, determined to grab your phone - which he succeeded.

Baji always resorts to violence before anything so it's no surprise that he didn't even bother to check the caller ID before he began speaking nonsense.

"This is her boyfriend you a**hole, and before you say anything just you know I can fu*king fight"

There was complete silence on the other end and when Baji thinks he won he can't help but look up as you chuckle and a familiar voice speaks on the other end. "Uhm...I know Baji-san"

Baji watched you with the furrowed eyebrow as you completely lost it and laugh "It was Chifuyu, I wanted to see how you'll react, I was just messing with you babe"

while you laughed, Baji's eyebrows only bent in annoyance, before he sigh in relief, "Chifuyu I'll call you later" he grumpily mumbled before ending the call and making his way towards you, he leaned down and whispered into your ears.

"I've been soft these past weeks, I think you need a proper reminder of who you belong to"

RAN HAITANI

You boredly stare at your boyfriend beating who knows who for the last couple of minutes, with the scene being almost a daily occurrence you thought you'll get used to it but violence during a date gets annoying, especially when Ran seems to enjoy it more than the date itself.

Ran heard your phone ring but didn't think much of it as he pummel the poor delinquent to the ground. he does enjoy it, the thrill of the fight but the thrill he got with spending time with you is a different matter.

"no I'm not busy, I'm just hanging out with a friend"

though that got Ran's head whipping to your direction with his full attention quickly shiting to you, a playful grin quickly dances across his lips as he quickly catches on to what's going.

"that doesn't sound right -" he grins, stepping over the delinquent on the ground to make his way towards you, without breaking eye contact

"-it's an incredibly handsome friend" he whispered once he was close enough to you, his long limbs of hand immediately wrapping themself around your waist to pull you closer to him.

Ran heard what sounded to be a man on the other end of the line say something, but the way your look at him tells him you didn't hear a single word on it "sorry I didn't catch that? my... incredibly handsome friend was talking to me" you chuckled earning a satisfied grin from Ran.

"Yeah, I'll call you later"

as soon as you ended the call, Ran took hold of your hand, intertwined them together, and pulled you away from the bloody scene.

"let's go"

"Where to? how about your work?" you asked pointing to the pile of delinquents behind you two, which Ran only shrug.

"don't worry about it, this incredibly handsome friend of yours is gonna take you out to dinner before some asshole thinks he has a chance with you"

"This is why I love you" you replied, your plan perfectly working

"that was Rin by the way"

WAKASA IMAUSHI

you sigh for the 3rd time in the last hour, for the last couple of minutes you had tried to do stupid things just to get a reaction out of your boyfriend who appears to be bored all the time but it was as if it fell into deaf ears. luckily a phone call had saved the day.

You get on a call, close enough with Wakasa that he can overhear your conversation. there was nothing strange about it, so he didn't mind it one bit, not until you turned sideways and made eye contact with him before answering the other person on the line.

"I'm actually with a friend right now, how about we just get dinner later?" He looks back at you, the subtlest furrow on his eyebrow.

"a friend?" he asked pointing to himself in disbelief, the action leaving you feeling pride for getting a reaction out of him. You didn't respond to him, instead, you just put your finger over your mouth, indicating to him to be quiet, further annoying him.

he swiftly reaches for your phone and puts it over his ear, without breaking eye contact with you.

"This is her boyfriend, and she's not getting dinner with you anytime soon since she'll be busy with me so stop calling this number" he calmly said before ending the call not even letting the other person on the other end say anything.

"what?" he asked as you stared at him in awe

"That was so hot" you mumbled completely catching him off guard as he handed you back the phone, which you happily took feeling happy for some reason. "Stop talking to strangers" he cooly mumbled giving you lazy droopy eyes that you love.

"that was Shinichiro"

#tokyorevengers #tokyo revengers baji #tokyo revengers #tokyorev x reader #tokyo rev fluff #tokyo revenger x reader #ran haitani #tokyo revengers ran #tokyo rev x you #tr wakasa #tokyo revengers wakasa #wakasa fluff #ran haitani x reader #tokyorev ran #haitani ran #baji keisuke #baji x reader #baji scenarios #Tokyo Revengers Scenarios #Ran Haitani #Wakasa Imaushi #Keisuke Baji

[sadhornyygirl]

pathetic

You feel the head of his cock glistening over your slit, working its way back up to your ass. You take a deep breath as he lines his cock up his ass, anticipating the stretch to come. He adds pressure, inserting himself inside your ass, and you cry. A tear falls down his face as you close your eyes in pain, grabbing anything, but just reaching for the metal bar against the glass door. He slowly advances into you, stretching your ass completely until you can't speak anymore.

  Then he fills you up a little more, and you are, again, full of lust and desire. The pain you felt is suddenly replaced by a gratifying sting that numbs the lower half of your body.

 Your sexes go wobbly as you grab the door for support. Michael still fills you up until his long, muscular cock fills you to the brim. His eyes roll back, and you throw your head on his shoulder.

 -Fuck, can you breathe through the rush of emotions.

 He pumps it into you, slowly at first. You rock to his rhythm, not wanting to feel the full blow of how his cock feels inside your ass, but he notices. He pushes you against the door, making you submissive, and pushes into you harder. You whimper at his aggression, secretly enjoying every second of it. He fills you completely all at once, and you cry, curling your fingers against the metal bar. Her pussy slides down her leg as his grip tightens. He holds you like you own him, grabbing a hold of your hair and pushing you against the glass. You've never been fucked this hard before.

 Michael pumps you, hard. Each thrust slamming against the glass and knocking the wind out of you. When you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror; body dripping in water, hair messed up, tears running down his face, leg up on the bar, bent over and being fucked so hard you can't shut up, you realize Michael is right. You look pathetic...but you don't care.

 You push yourself into him, pushing him deeper inside you, and Michael groans, digging his nails into your skin. He pummels you, your legs giving way as he savagely fucks your ass until you're both done. His pace is so fast, so diligent, he nearly knocks you both over.

 Another tear falls down her face in unshakable satisfaction. You pull away from him, finally feeling the thick cock come out of your ass, and Michael sighs. You feel like you can breathe again, but he instantly shuts you down. "Take my cock," he orders, grabbing your hips and pulling you back to him. You're too muted to apologize as he pulls you back into position.

 He shoves himself back into your tight hole, and you can feel his body wanting to pull away from him again, but you don't allow it. You are on the verge of orgasm. Your whole body tingles, your legs go numb, and you close your eyes filled with tears. Clinging to anything to help her orgasm, you knock over a shampoo bottle and accidentally turn off the running water. -Mic-Michael, you gasp,

 -FUCK! You use one hand for balance and the other to walk over your throbbing clit. You stand up again, throwing yourself against his strong body and lifting your leg up to the bar. Michael helps you by reaching for your pussy and smacking your squirming pussy. You scream with the first slap and cry with the rest, wanting to give up now before reaching the biggest climax of your life.

#michael myers x reader #michael myers smut #michael myers #michael myers imagine #slasher smut #slasher x reader #slasher x y/n #halloween

[mypoisonedvine]

Omg but imagine after love bites she's cheering at a game and there's a new kid who doesn't know who she's with and he won't shut UP about how hot she is and how he's gonna ask her out after the game and eddie is 2 seats above him just SEETHING and has to be held back from just leaping down and strangling this dude lmaoo I love these characters, he would be so jealous

He could hear Jeff telling him to ignore it, that it wasn't worth it-- that a transfer student who didn't know any better wasn't worth it.

And he was right, but Eddie could barely listen to the calming voice of his friend as he glared forward at that kid who had no idea what he'd just gotten himself into.

Eddie was used to all eyes on his girl; and he knew that not all those eyes had chaste intentions. But looking is free, and he didn't feel threatened by anyone else's interest at you-- in fact, when possible, he tried to take it as a compliment. It feels good to have something everyone wants and know that it's yours.

But what doesn't feel good is hearing some punk kid say such filthy things about your girlfriend-- your angel, the love of your life.

The first "wow, she's hot" wasn't too bad, on paper... but the way he said it just didn't sit right with Eddie. He tilted his head to the side, cracking his neck, when the kid said something he didn't catch entirely about your legs. He didn't need to head all of it to know he didn't like it.

"Nice pair, too," Eddie heard him mumble to his friend, and his teeth started grinding together. I hope you're talking about her eyes, kid, for your sake...

Only when he felt Jeff grab his wrist did he notice that his hand was balled into a fist. If the offending student had been sitting in the row right in front of him, Eddie would've already pummeled him-- but he was two rows ahead, and yet Eddie was still considering reaching over and dragging the kid back by the scruff of his neck so he could make sure everyone knew that was his girl up there.

You gave a high kick with a smile, and any other night Eddie would be clapping his hands together and cheering you on-- you liked to tease him for being a cheerleader for a cheerleader himself. Instead, Eddie's hands were over his face, clasped in front of his nose as he looked at you and tried not to think about anything else. "Oh, I hope she does that again," the transfer junior groaned, "I wanna see up her skirt--"

"Hey!" Eddie barked, but with the roar of the stadium, he wasn't audible even just two rows away.

"God, the things I'd do to her--"

Losing his patience, Eddie stood up just as much as he needed too and reached over to grab the kid's shoulder. He turned around with a confused look on his face that Eddie would just love to introduce to his fist, but he composed himself.

"Watch what you say about her," Eddie warned him.

"What?" the junior scoffed. "It's none of your business, man."

"That's my girl," he informed him sternly, but another great cheer move (that Eddie had missed because of this dumbass kid) made the crowd clap and whoop, leaving Eddie inaudible again.

"What?" the kid yelled, a genuine expression this time.

"That's my girl," Eddie yelled back, a little too loud now that some of the noise had died down.

The junior looked at you, and then at Eddie, and then at you again, and finally looked at Eddie with a huge grin. "Her?!" he chuckled. "Yeah, sure."

"I'm her boyfriend," Eddie insisted.

"You...? Come on, get real-- that's never gonna happen."

Eddie took a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. Getting expelled for strangling a mid-adolescent after all this work to finally graduate would be such a waste...

"Seriously, watch it," Eddie warned him, sitting back down.

"Okay," the kid promised facetiously, rolling his eyes as he turned to watch you again.

Don't do it, he's just a kid, Eddie instructed himself internally, he's just a kid... don't do anything stupid, Eddie...

The kid leaned closer to his friend, but he still wasn't quiet enough for Eddie not to hear: "Do you think she'd go out with a junior?"

Splashing his face in the deserted bathroom, Eddie hoped he could wash those words out of his ears. The only way he'd been able to stop himself from obliterating that kid was by all but running out of the gym, hiding here in the men's bathroom and staring at his reddened face in the mirror.

He couldn't figure out why it bothered him so much. The kid had no chance with you, so it wasn't like he was worried about competition. And this was far from the first time another guy had had a crush on you... who could blame them? Popular, sweet, pretty as all get out-- there wasn't much to dislike.

Eddie spent the rest of the game laying on the empty football field, smoking a joint to try to soothe himself. It was working, but not quite fast enough. He was still almost ready to go back in there and make that loser pay for talking about you with so little respect. I wanna see up her skirt, god, Eddie saw red when he heard that.

He knew the game was over when he heard the sound of students pouring out into the parking lot; he lifted his head up just long enough to see the wave of people exiting the gym from across the field, before sighing and laying down completely again, taking a long inhale of the joint and watching his cloud of smoke float up into the sky when he let it out.

He heard footsteps coming closer a few minutes later, and turned his head to see you approaching. He smiled, and you picked up your pace until you jogged right up to him and collapsed onto the ground by his side.

"Hey," you greeted, resting your head on his shoulder. "Where'd you go? I didn't see you for the entire second half..."

He shrugged, not sure what excuse to offer yet. "I just came out to smoke. Needed to clear my head."

You smirked a little bit, and he raised one of his eyebrows. "Clear your head, huh?" you nodded. "Does that have anything to do with the new kid who just tried to ask me out after the game-- who was sitting right in front of you at half time?"

Eddie coughed, thankful he could at least try to blame it on the weed. Nothing gets past you, he knew that, but he was almost impressed that kid actually had the balls to ask you out like that. Shit, even Eddie hadn't been able to do that until a month into seeing each other in secret.

"I mean, at least he stayed to watch my whole game," you noticed, "maybe I should take him up on it."

Eddie sat up, tossing the joint aside to grab you by the waist. "God, honey, don't even joke about that."

"Sorry," you giggled, "you know you have nothing to worry about."

"What did you say to him?" Eddie wondered.

"I told him that I have an amazing--" you kissed Eddie's cheek-- "sexy--" you kissed the other-- "badass boyfriend that he would have to answer to if he hit on me again."

Eddie smiled and kissed you on the lips, holding you a little tighter. "That's my girl," he praised, grinning into the kiss.

"Yeah," you sighed, "your girl, Ed..."

He hummed proudly just before slipping his tongue into your mouth. It was the way you moaned when he kissed you deeper, that was what made him start to move his hand lower and lower, until it was sliding up your thigh under your skirt. "Say that again," he ordered in a whisper.

"Your girl," you repeated, whimpering when his middle finger dragged slowly over the seam of your cunt through the mini-shorts under your skirt. "Fuck, Eddie-- somebody could see..."

"They're all the way over there," he shrugged, smiling when he found your clit-- even through all those layers, when you were turned on, it wasn't hard to find.

"But they can still see," you insisted, glancing nervously at the crowd just across the field.

"What if I want them to see?" he purred. "You're not gonna tell me to stop, are you?"

You shook your head.

"Of course you won't," he whispered, kissing down your neck as he slipped his fingers inside the fabric-- finding you soaked for him, hearing you gasp as he teased your folds. "You don't want me to stop, sweetheart, because it feels too good, right? It feels good to be my girl, doesn't it?"

"So good, Eddie," you agreed, reaching down to grab his wrist when he pressed down hard on your clit. It wasn't a sign to stop, just a sign that he was pushing it-- but he wanted to push it. He needed to make you come and he didn't want to kill any more time.

If he'd been sober, he would've just started with one finger, but he was stoned and emotional and he had something to prove; he slipped two fingers inside you at once, making you gasp loudly and squeeze his wrist tightly with one hand while the other had an iron grip on his shoulder.

"F-fuck, Eddie," you whined, starting to rock your hips and try to ride his fingers. Even when he was worried it would be too much for you, you always wanted more-- one of the many things he loved about you. He smiled and curled his fingers inside you, rubbing that rougher spot that made your eyes roll back. "Oh god-- fuck, is anyone looking?"

Eddie glanced over at the crowd-- he barely had the will power to look away from you but he did it somehow-- and didn't notice anyone staring in your direction. They were all busy finding their cars or getting picked up in somebody else's, not noticing the head cheerleader out on the field with her boyfriend's hand inside her skirt.

"What if they were?" Eddie asked you coyly. "What if they saw how I make you feel with just my fingers-- what would you do?"

"I..." you stalled, whimpering as he twisted his fingers inside you. "I wouldn't do anything."

Groaning loudly, Eddie started to really fuck his fingers into you then, as deep as they could go with his rings on. You went limp, and he held you up with his left arm under your back while the right was obviously busy. His lips latched onto your neck, his tongue tracing your pulse while he felt your pussy clench down tight around him.

"I'm close," you whimpered, "I'm so close..."

"Already, babe?" he chuckled, and you whined in that way he knew meant I hate that you're making fun of me right now but please don't stop.

"Yes," you breathed, "yes, I... I like when you get jealous."

He raised an eyebrow at that, trying not to lose his speed while he held this conversation with you. "You like seeing me lose my mind over you, is that it?"

"I..." you sighed, moaning in between your words, "I like when you remind me..."

He wasn't making it easy for you to talk, not when he refused to relent his pace, but he was so close to making you come and he wasn't about to stop now.

"I like when you remind me who I belong to," you finished, and he laughed.

"Sweetie, I do that all the time... you don't need to go around getting asked out by other guys for that," he cooed. "Don't need to give me a heart attack, joking about saying yes. You know better than that, baby, you know I couldn't fucking take it if you left me--"

"Eddie, I would never--" you began, cutting yourself off with a moan. "Fuck, I'm sorry! I'm gonna come-- oh god..."

"Come on my fingers, honey," he encouraged softly, watching proudly as your head fell back with a cry of his name. "Shh, that's it," he soothed, "that's my girl, my good girl-- all mine, coming so hard just for me..."

Well, the orgasm itself might be just for Eddie, but when you sighed and relaxed under him as your orgasm faded, he glanced back towards the crowd of people and saw a familiar transfer student staring blankly in your direction. He was pretty far away, too far to be sure what he was looking at, but somehow Eddie could see the dumbfounded expression on his face. Eddie smiled and pulled his fingers out of you, careful not to move the fabric of your shorts too much so you could preserve a little modesty. Laying you down in the grass as you caught your breath, he guided you to close your legs before he sucked the sticky arousal off of his fingers.

Well, you wanted to see up her skirt again, didn't you, kid? Guess you got your wish.

#eddie munson x reader #love bites verse

[angelsleepinggurl]

𝐒𝟏:𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐒𝐎𝐃𝐄 𝟏𝟖

█ ✪ █▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓█ ✪ █

“Ah yes right there, fuck don’t stop.” There you are in Nanami’s office after hours, pressed down against his desk as he pounds the daylight out of you. Nanami grabs a fistful of your hair and jerks it back, pressing the other into the small of your back. He watches attentively as your ass jiggles with every harsh thrust he makes to meet all your sweet spots and he drills into you relentlessly.

“Good girl, you’re taking me so well.” he hums, leaning closer to your flushed face. “You like being fucked in my office? You like being fucked in your boss’s office, huh?” he asks you and all you can respond with is moans. Your knuckles start turning pale from the way you’re clutching his desk as he shakes you and it both. His grip shifts from your hair to your hips for him to stabilise himself causing your head to loll, meeting the desk beneath you.

“S’too much, too much.” you cry out, wiggling your hips to get him o slow down, not wanting to cum yet.

“S’too much for you baby?” he asks with separated and detached thrusts, causes to whine.

“M’gonna cum.” you mewl out, your hands scurrying behind you in attempts to swat him away, but the blond uses his large hand to hold both of your wrists, keeping them restrained. “No touching remember.” Nanami can feel you getting closer, but that doesn’t stop him or slow him down. “We’re gonna be here all night, we’re gonna be here till you cum 10 times around my dick.”

His hand swiftly slides under you his fingers speedily swiping at your sensitive bud. “Shh, you’re gonna squeeze me dry at this rate.” His expert fingers and relentless rhythm make you writhe, unable to stay still from the feeling of being too good. “I’m close, I’m so close.”

“You wanna cum for me?” he asks, his blond locks falling in front of his eyes and sweat rolling down his glistening chest. This feeling is otherworldly, the pleasure is transcendental and you never want it to end. “Cum for me baby.” he pants, you’re so close you can almost taste it. A couple more thrusts and you're screaming out his name as the white seed pours out of you endlessly, coating Nanami’s dick in a thick, sheen, gloss, the both of your cum mixing. Nanami finishes with a few stuttering thrusts and a loud groan.

He watches attentively as he slowly pulls out, his dick covered to the base in your cum, watching it ooze out onto the table. Your figure goes limp as you try to recover and try and catch your breath. His lips plant a reassuring kiss on your forehead, before flipping you over and going down on his knees. Seconds later you feel his tongue slowly lap up your juices on his tongue, face nuzzled. You’re already overstimulated so feeling his nose press up against your sensitive clit causes your hands to fly into his hair.

“Mhm wait, you’re gonna make me come again.” You whimper, laying meekly over the table, barely having enough energy to keep your eyes on the ceiling. Your plead goes unheard by the man as he starts licking and sucking much more feverishly. “Kento wait.” you try to sit up but to no avail and he presses his hand on your stomach. “I just came-”

“I heard you, lemme make you squirt.”

“Ken-OH!YES!” you cry out, dropping your head back as Nanami’s thick finger slides into your gummy walls, curling and scissoring. His tongue flicks and sucks on your clit and you can feel it coming in hotter. “Gonna come again.”

More determined than ever Nanami pummels his fingers in and out of you. Your legs start shaking as you feel the release near, and with one more curl of his fingers, you squirt all over. All over his face, his chest, desk. You lay back, trying to regain your senses, breathing heavily. Nanami leans over and smiles at you, planting a kiss on your forehead. “Well done Y/N.”

Your eyes shoot open immediately. Your hair clung to your face and your clothes drenched in sweat from deep sleep. You slowly turn around. You seem to be in your room, your phone’s not next to you, and the sun is too bright for it to be a good sign. But most importantly, a familiar dampness between your legs.

No way. I had a wet dream about my boss.

taglist: @kodzukenmaaa @markleeisdabestdrug

(please send a dm or comment on my the pinned blog to join. thanks)

#personal assistant #angel #anime #fanficwriter #fanfiction #fanfic #nanami kento x reader #jujutsu kaisen nanami #jjksmut #jjk #nanami kento #kentoxreader #kento x reader #nanami kento smut #kento nanami smut #nanami x reader smut #ceo nanami x employee reader #ceo nanami x employee reader smut #ceo kento nanami x reader smut #jjk x reader smut #jjk nanami x reader smut #jjk kento nanami x reader smut #fanciftion smut #workplace smut #office smut